writing anything ever

It’s 2 am and I just finished the movie Your Name - I am honestly a changed person.

Matsukawa bursts into the cafe, sweat trickling down his temples as he scours the room for his friends. He lets out a loud sigh of relief as he catches sight of his friends and strides over as quickly as possible.

“I accidentally gave an old man the wrong impression and now he wants my ass and I lied and told him I was dating someone-” Matsukawa wheezes, gripping Hanamaki’s shoulders as he tries to catch his breath. Oikawa snickers in the background and Iwaizumi elbows him in the sternum.

“It is a nice ass,” Hanamaki comments consideringly and then lets out a strangled yelp as Matsukawa plants himself solidly in his lap. Matsukawa’s nice ass is right on Hanamaki’s dick and it’s a struggle between mind and body to either push Matsukawa away or pull him closer-

The situation is taken out of his hands when a mouth breathing old man saunters over, “You left before I could get your number-”

Hanamaki quirks an eyebrow and wraps an arm around Matsukawa’s waist, pulling him further onto his lap, “What can I do for you?”

The man eyes their position, “I’m here for Issei-”

“Oh, you have business with my boyfriend.” Hanamaki bats his eyelashes and looks up at Matsukawa who is red faced and still wheezing, “You have business with the love of my life. My sun and my stars. The fire of my loins-”

“Fuck you.” Matsukawa blurts instinctively, trying to wriggle out of his best friends grip. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, asking Hanamaki for help.

“Not now snookums, we can arrange for that later.” Hanamaki doesn’t miss a beat as he tightens his hold. “Someone has business with you. You should go, but these-” Hanamaki pauses to look at the old man. “How long is this going to take?”

“A few minutes.” The man says uncertainly.

“Right.” Hanamaki nods and then turns back to address Matsukawa with a trembling voice and watery eyes, “- These couple minutes are going to be so difficult without you. Being separated from you is painful but while you’re talking with this kind man, I wish you health and prosperity because I love you. Because we’re boyfriends.”

“Fiances.” Oikawa adds helpfully.

“Thank you, Oikawa. I had forgotten I proposed.” Hanamaki says without breaking eye contact with Matsukawa who is shaking in his lap. “Make sure to come back quickly, my beautiful bride. Because-” Hanamaki pauses again, grabs Matsukawa’s hand and presses it to his stomach, “I want to have a child with you.”

Matsukawa is on the verge of losing his shit. Hanamaki’s eyes pool over and drip down his face, expression tense as he fights down the laughter.

“I was thinking of Stacy for the name.” Hanamaki’s voice cracks, “Short for Ecstacy. Because raising a kid with you is going to be a fucking trip.”

Matsukawa buries his face in Hanamaki’s neck to hide the fact that he’s fucking sobbing.

Oikawa is curled up in a ball on the other side of the booth. Iwaizumi pats his back while wiping the single tear from his own cheek, stoic faced, “It’s a beautiful name.” He says seriously.

“Thank you Iwaizumi.” Hanamaki answers, “Anyway, Mattsun. Issei. My love. If you really must go talk to this man, be safe. Come back soon.”

Hanamaki looks up but the man is nowhere to be seen. He pulls Matsukawa closer once again and lets him sob into his shoulder. Oikawa is no longer breathing. Iwaizumi’s cheeks are wet.

I want you.
I want you in every sense of the word.
I want time with you,
I want adventure with you,
Hell, I want naps with you–
Friends on Netflix in the background.
I want your hand in my hand,
Your lips on my lips,
My body curving into your body;
We fit together so well.
I want laughter with you,
I want conversation with you,
Dear god, I even want arguments with you
Because it means we’re together
and we care.

So let’s do it.
Let’s make the jump
Together.
Take my hand
And love me.
Let me love you.
Because you once said
We could’ve lived a beautiful story,
And I know now that’s the only story
I want to read.

I want to write
A beautiful story
With you.

Certain eyes will find yours and you won’t understand until another 2 days but this is where you’ll build your home.

Certain eyes smile, amber shines and they laugh when you ask what colour they’re supposed to be.

Certain eyes have you turning into something else, they have you falling into a kind of music that doesn’t come from the playlist they know you’ll like, (it’s almost identical to yours.)

Certain eyes turn lazy when they’re drunk, and they’ve always been slower with you anyway, honey coloured flames have you choking when they land on you, when they hold you, when they come alive like that, (is this an understanding or is there something else waiting there?)

Certain eyes turn you into a crumbling being, have you silently gasping for more each time they give you something. Their hand in yours used to be your favourite (but their lips have innocently touched you more than once now).

Certain eyes turn soft in the dark, a body becomes tired and it’s dangerous to make someone’s arms your resting place but they press their touch into cold places, keep you against them in a comfort that feels like maybe they’re harbouring secrets too, like maybe their drunken brain can’t hold things back (do not believe it, it’s dangerous to hope too).

Certain eyes are created to make you become, or maybe this is unbecoming, either way you turn a person into a moment, name it love and worship quietly, (you cannot let them see).

Certain eyes breathe and if you’re close enough to feel it your lungs stutter, their laugh dissolves itself into your blood, pounds against your chest when you can smell them lingering on your skin after resting side by side.

Certain eyes show you what love means and they terrify you when you remember that you’re not supposed to know how it feels,
(not like this, not with them.)

Certain eyes are different when they hold yours, you know this, sometimes it feels like they feel the same, sometimes it feels like maybe fear doesn’t exist.
But it’s wrong, not because you love certain eyes but because they’ll never love you.

—  bits and pieces of what could be anything
(m.s)
30 Day Writing Challenge Day 5: Rain

The first thing Yuuri registered when he woke up was the soft pitter-patter of rain outside.

He smiled. Rain meant he could stay in bed just a little longer, since Victor liked to drag him out for a morning run. He liked running, but he also liked the feeling of just waking up, when your bed’s still warm and it’s the most comfortable place on Earth.

Yuuri pulled the sheets up to his neck and burrowed into his bed. He felt so nice, so warm and boneless. He could almost fall asleep again…

An ice cold hand traced over his side.

Yuuri shrieked and tried to wiggle away from the intrusion. An arm wrapped around his middle and pulled him back against a hard chest.

Yuuri turned over and saw a slightly blurred Victor. He smiled down at Yuuri and bent forward to kiss his forehead. Yuuri smiled and pushed his face into Victor’s neck. The hickey he left there last night stood out on his pale skin.

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SO THE GIRLS ARE ALL DEAD.
SO THE GIRLS ARE ALL MONSTERS.
OK. FINE. IF THE GIRL WHO LIKES KISSING
GIRLS MUST DIE, THEN FINE. I’LL SHOW YOU
A DEAD GIRL: SHE WILL BE DEAD
AND MERCILESS. GO AHEAD. BURY HER.
THIS TIME SHE WILL RISE. SHE WILL CLAW
HER WAY UP. GRAVE-DIRT UNDER
HER FINGERNAILS. DRIPPING AND DARK-HAIRED
FROM THE WATER. YOU WANTED A DEAD GIRL
AND YOU’RE GOING TO GET A DEAD GIRL.
YOU WANTED A MONSTER
AND YOU’RE GOING TO GET A MONSTER. 
IF THERE MUST BE BLOOD
THEN THERE WILL BE BLOODSHED,
DO YOU HEAR ME? 
IF SHE IS A MONSTER FOR LOVING GIRLS
THEN SHE IS A MONSTER, THIS TIME.
SHE WILL HAUNT THIS HOUSE YOU BUILT.
SHE WILL SHAKE THOSE BONES.
DON’T YOU KNOW YOU LEFT HER HUNGRY?
LISTEN TO ME. IF YOU WANT A HORROR SHOW
THEN I WILL GIVE YOU A HORROR SHOW.
DON’T KILL ANYTHING
YOU AREN’T PREPARED
TO MAKE A GHOST OF.
—  s.s., “bury your gays”

holy hell, never ask me to draw ezra or design an outfit. i’m sorry u two.

ANYWAY i was thinking: you see a lot of ezra-corrupted-by-maul stuff (WHICH I LOVE) BUT rarely the other way around? ezra’s a good egg and i want more aus where he drags maul kicking and screaming into the light (or somewhere in-between the dark and light b/c lbr, maul is p. much surviving on pure dark side spite these days).

life is a fist fight
and you’ve given the devil a gun.
—  oh, sinner, you better run | a.m.

anonymous asked:

50- Vax/Gilmore pre-breakup

I will always love you, or anyway I will always have loved you now. (And you will always be someone who was beautiful, once.)

this definitely does not fit the prompt but i tried hwjkfdnasf


As cliché as it might sound, you remember the first time you saw him as if it was yesterday.

It was a slow day, the one or two customers in the shop browsing idly through your not-insignificant shelves for the past hour or so when they entered. The bell above your door chimed incessantly as eight of the most colorful personalities in all of Exandria stepped through. The bright red dragonborn (how curious. not many of them ever really stepped outside of Draconia, and your merchant’s eye noticed the intricate brocade trim that adorned the dragonborn’s robes with some interest) and the tall woman with antlers (antlers) made a beeline for the shelves stocked with ingredients. The two gnomes and… was that an actual goliath behind them? meandered about in idle curiosity, occasionally picking things up (and almost breaking them, in the goliath’s case) as they did. The tall, bespectacled fellow somewhat awkwardly shuffled his way towards the shelves with tomes on the more obscure histories, thumbing his way through the dusty pages with rapidly growing interest (Sherri was already making her way towards him, fiery determination in her eyes. We are not a library!)

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A Hairy Situation

Anon Request:  This is probably soooo typical.. But can I request a BuckyxReader where they end up having to share a bed (mission with limited sleeping space?) And she gets her hair tangled in the joints of his mechanical arm? *has long hair and wonders about this*

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, and you may die laughing.

Word Count: 1,488

A/N: Just, promise me you guys will tell me how hard you laughed. Because my stomach hurts. Enjoy! - x.T

Your name: submit What is this?


           You, Bucky, and Steve had all been shipped out to a seaside town in Greece. You were supposed to take down a leader of a large terrorist group that happened to be in the area. Well, you usually arrived the day before at the destination, before receiving the full set of orders the next night.

           The three of you guys had been squished into a small two bedroom house, which was fit specifically for missions. You don’t know how HQ managed to get all the tech in the house so early, but you didn’t want to know.

           After a long day of scouting stealth routes to the target, you were ready to shower and go to bed. It was hot in Greece, and being in the sun all day left you sweaty and baking in your uniform. The two soldiers came into the house smelling heavily of body sweat and something else that wasn’t very appealing to a woman’s nose.

           Steve unclipped his shield and sighed, “I’m going to shower.” He then disappeared down the hall, carrying his shield with him.

           You muttered, “Good, you smell like ass.” Bucky was downing a glass of water and managed to hear you, he choked on the water, and slammed the glass down. The water sputtered out of his mouth and into the sink, and he began coughing and laughing.

           “You okay there, Barnes?” You asked, trying not to smile as you raised your brows at him. He was leaning against the granite counter and recovering from the coughing fit he had. Bucky wiped his mouth and nodded, his eyes closed, and a huge grin on his face.

           Bucky’s voice shook, “Y-Yeah, I’m good, Y/N.” He sat up and set the glass in the sink, not trusting himself with drinking water at the moment.

           “Alright, I’m going to go change,” You pointed to the hallway, “Promise you won’t choke on water out here by yourself?”

           “Yeah, Y/N. You can go.” He rolled his eyes, and you shook your head as you made your way down the hall. At the end of the hall, there was only three doors, and one door was for the bathroom.

           You groaned, “I don’t want to share a room…” You opened the door nearest and saw that Bucky had already put his stuff on the bed, and you guessed Steve would’ve put his stuff in the other room. The real decision was who you would rather spoon. You bit your lip and decided on Bucky, because knowing Steve, he would be suffocating you against him.

           “You left your stuff on the couch.” Bucky came walking down the hall behind you with your duffel bag for the mission slung over his shoulder. He brushed past you into the room he claimed, and set the bag next to his. Bucky turned towards you, “We are sharing a room, right?”

           You nodded slowly and moved over to the bag, getting your mind off the fact that you will be sleeping next to the amazing specimen beside you, by hoping Steve saved some warm water for you. You unzipped the bag and finally replied, “Yeah, just promise me you don’t sleep naked.” You would actually really enjoy it if he was naked, but you had to keep up your façade.

           “I promise, I don’t sleep naked.” He chuckled, before he shot you a wink, “Sometimes.” You gaped at him, before lightly punching his metal arm. Bucky had a shit-eating grin on his face as he bent down and kicked his boots off, he picked them up and set them next to the nightstand. He then began unstrapping his vest and you quickly grabbed your clothes, knowing damn well that Bucky would have no shame, and get changed in front of you.

           You ducked out of the room and saw Steve’s bedroom door was closed, so you were glad he was finished in the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door, you sighed, and kicked your shoes off. You were going to enjoy this shower, before you head off to bed.


           By the time Bucky slid under the covers next to you, you were already passed out cold. He watched your peaceful form, a tender smile garnishing his features, as he took the moment to really admire you. You were vulnerable and Bucky enjoyed seeing you like this; your features slackened, your hair sprawled over the pillow, and soft snores escaping your mouth.

           Bucky leaned over to kiss your temple, before he whispered, “Goodnight, darling.” He then flipped over and let out a deep breath, allowing himself to relax, and yet hoping he would wake up with you in his arms.


           Your eyes fluttered open and you shifted, before you froze. You and Bucky had gravitated towards each other during the night, and you were tucked against his body, with his metal arm draped loosely around you. Bucky was nuzzled into your hair, his warm breath fanning over your neck, and your legs were tangled with his.

           You went to lift your head and your hair was yanked roughly, you yelped, and collapsed against Bucky. He jolted beneath you and he moved his face out of your hair. Bucky shifted his metal arm and you whimpered, “Bucky! Don’t move!” He froze and looked down at you, his face awfully close to yours.

           Bucky furrowed his brow and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

           “My hair is stuck in your arm…” You sighed resting your head against his bare chest. He bit his lip, trying not to laugh, but his stomach kept convulsing. You knew he was struggling to stop himself from laughing at you. You groaned, “Go ahead, laugh your ass off..”

           Bucky chuckled and shook his head, “No, I can’t. I’m sorry, but how did this happen?”

           “I don’t know?” You shrugged, “I guess we sleep cuddled.”

           “You sure about that, darling?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow, and you glared up at him. He then looked at his left arm, seeing your hair knotted within the metal divots, and he visibly winced. “Let’s try and get you free.”

           Bucky clutched you to his chest, with his arm wrapped around your back, trying to help you get your hair out of the divots in his metal arm. He kept chuckling every time you made a painful yelp, when he accidentally tugged your hair too hard, and you finally slumped against his chest. The body heat between the both of you made it hot, and Bucky’s skin was clammy.

           “Buck, we might have to get Steve..” You whined, your forehead was pressed against his bare shoulder. He smiled and rested his cheek against your hair. 

           Bucky chuckled, “He’s not going to let me live this down, darling.” He rubbed your back, keeping his metal arm as still as possible for you. The metal was locked up tightly and he hadn’t been able to relax the arm.

           “Who cares at this point?” You huffed, “I already ripped half my hair out with it stuck in your damn arm.” Bucky rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

           He then shouted, “STEVE!”

           It was quiet for a few moments.

           The soldier blasted through the door, shirtless, and pant-less with his shield in hand. He looked around the room frantically for any signs of danger, before his gaze fixed onto you and Bucky clinging to each other in the bed. Steve furrowed his brow and asked, “Why did you yell for me?”

           You turned your head, wincing when your hair was being tugged, and said, “Because my hair got stuck in his metal arm and we can’t get it out.”

           Steve set his shield against the wall before a huge grin spread over his face. “Your hair. Got stuck. In his arm.” He then doubled over in laughter, and Bucky snorted.

           You glared at Steve, and snapped, “Can you just help?”

           “Yeah—Yeah, just…I’ll be right back.” He chuckled, before stumbling out of the room. You sighed and relaxed against Bucky, knowing things will be a bit different now that you had been sidled up to each other for thirty minutes straight. Possibly, all night.

           Bucky asked, “Now that we’ve been like this for a while, can I say something?”

           “Go for it, Barnes.”

           “I’m surprised you haven’t felt my boner yet.”

           “JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” You screamed, and scrambled away from him. He threw his head back and began laughing so hard, that he didn’t even realize your hair was freed. You forgot all about what he said, and leaped off the bed, raising your arms in victory. “I’m free!”

           Steve came walking back in with a pair of scissors in his hand and stopped when he saw you standing in the middle of the room, and Bucky about pissing himself in laughter on the bed.

           You pointed at the scissors in his grasp and asked, “You were literally going to cut my hair?”

           “Yeah?”


IMAGINE- Enjolras telling Marius that he does not know the true despair of loving someone.

    “Who cares about your lonely soul?” Enjorlas asked Marius with such intensity that the building might as well have come crashing down.

     Simultaneously everyone was reminded of the grim event which took place 6 months ago to the day. The death of Enjolras’ beloved which had devastated him.

And I Will Grow With You

By InsominiacArrest

I just really wanted to tell a love story :’)


She spots her nose on strangers faces. When she walks through the library she sees her in a man with hair sticking on end, and women with a crooked mouth and can’t help but think. Peridot.

And all she can think, is ‘oh there she is!’ And her heart races.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. But here Lapis was, seeing her in strangers and feeling sick like a million little pin pricks of ice in her stomach.

That is when she is 16.


When Lapis was 5 she met a shrill little girl with bad manners and the outlook of a mad doctor. The girl told her she looked like a sad llama-face on the first day and Lapis ignored her for half a year.

Half a year later she sat down next to her at recess and says, ‘I heard you poured sand down Johny T.’s boxers.’

She sniffed, ‘he deserved it.’ She defends, Lapis nodded sagely.

‘Rose said it wasn’t nice… How do you feel about Rose and her friends?’ Lapis asks curiously.

“Bleh,’ Peridot screwed up her face and stuck her tongue out, Lapis smiled like the sun came out. Finally.

‘Let’s build a sand castle together.’

‘Why?’

Lapis frowns, ‘we can pretend to live in it– and that we never have to go to school again.’

‘I like school .’

‘You can be the princess of it.’ Checkmate .

Peridot agrees and Lapis is her knight and they build a castle out of sand. John T. tries to kick it over with all his might, she chases him away and she feels sunburn on her back as a just a shallow kiss of warmth.


Lapis is nine. She says she wants to kiss Timmy Thomas, and Peridot says that’s gross and Lapis pouts.

They trade clothes like it’s the stock market because Lapis saw that on TV and thought that’s how best friends acted.

Peridot walks like she has rocks in her shoes, and her parents tell her to walk taller still. Do better, join more.

Lapis wants to fight them. But she wanted to fight a lot of things, her parents call her a ‘firecracker,’ a quick whip when they’re happy and other things when they’re not.

Lapis likes Peridot’s house. Peridot hates it, and they trade clothes and stories and Lapis feels a little safer in her own skin and firecracker mouth.

She tells her she wants to kiss Timmy Thomas, she says she needs to practice. Peridot is indignant, Lapis reminds her of the time she took the fall for her when Peridot threw a tantrum and broke the art room. 

Peridot says, fine, ‘but Timmy better appreciate it.’

It was her first kiss, a peck, only a peck. She didn’t think it counted, she wasn’t sure it meant anything. But that was when she was nine.


When Lapis is 14 they got in their first fight.

Peridot said Lapis shouldn’t try to smoke, Lapis says it was her body she can try what she likes. Peridot yells about how strange she had gotten, a weirdo with Indie rock mixes and friends that blink like the world is turning in slow motion.

Lapis breaks, she bites out that Peridot didn’t have enough friends to fill a thimble, only Jasper talked to her and Jasper was the worst. She held herself like an tiny, angry army general whose parents march her in line to the beat of good grades and bad people skills.

Peridot cries. Lapis was a firecracker, one who blew up in people’s faces. She broke her favorite CD that night.

Somehow, somehow, that same year after a month they find each other still visiting the same ice cream place they always did and give and take begrudging ‘sorry’s’ and then jokes and recipes, and laugh again. And again.

Lapis didn’t know why she fought her. But she wanted her safe and whole, and if she had to find new friends that didn’t stick cigarettes in her open mouth then so be it.


Lapis is 16. She saw her in strangers faces. Her heart skips a beat at the placement of her hair and crooked slope of her mouth and people in green doing silly victory dances over anything.

She saw her in strangers faces.

Peridot’s voice chased her across her dreams and she wakes up in cold sweets and little pinpricks of tears at the corner of her eyes.

Was this it? Was this love?

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lax team headcanon...

Where there are actually like seven or eight Chads on the team so they all have to go by their last initial.

There’s actually two Chad Rs, so one of them is called Chad 2.

“Let me introduce you to some of the guys on the team. Here we’ve got Chad B, Chad S, Rick, Chad K, Steve, Reggie, Chad R, Chad W, Chad 2, Bobby, and Chad H.”

“Cool.”

“Aw, dude. You JUST missed Chad C!”

“Too bad. He’s a good bro.”

“A king among Chads.”

anonymous asked:

so no Eva/Pitch/Anton/Jack sandwich?

Probably not - I mean Eva/Pitch/Anton already happens, but Jack isn’t pansexual/bisexual, so his interest factor (aside from finding it all very overwhelming) would be not you know, all that high.

Also, foursomes are always so much better in theory than they are in other manifestations. And I find it hard enough coordinating the limbs of two people making out, and three only really happens in special occasions when I can be bothered dealing with all those limbs it’s honestly a bit like writing some kind of really turned on hydra.