#writing(mine)

[childlost1313]

Happy Pride Month

[nightingalesighs]

(uncontrollable vibrating) i am so normalllllllllllll

Mon Mothma/Erskin Semaj (emotional) hurt/comfort with a hefty side of devotion. 688 words. Bone apple teeth.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[isabellessantiago]

Han pushed himself up on his elbow, propping his head in his hand. His expression was serious, his brow furrowed. “Y’know…back when I was younger…’fore I was in the Academy…” His words were quiet, hushed, as though he were sharing some great secret to the universe. And Leia supposed he was, her universe.

- Some Kind of Heavy

[sevaseys]

Gimme early days sevasey where Matt works out Kelly’s birthday even tho he won’t tell anyone and he quietly surprises him

Kelly was sat in his private quarters when Matt approached him, this stupid grin on his face and hands tucked behind his back. At first, understandably, braced himself for something to smack him in the face, but then Matt produced a small, wrapped box and Kelly found the tension melting away.

"What's that for?" He asked, taking it with an apprehensive sort of motion. Matt shrugged.

"Your birthday, which you did a good job of hiding, by the way. Your dad called me to ask if I had your new number, he wanted to call you to wish you a happy birthday"- Kelly's eyes widened and the colour drained from his face but Matt was quick to keep talking -"I told him I didn't have it either, that you would text him later. Don't worry, I got your back,"

Kelly nodded and relaxed back into his chair, turning the box over in his hand and watching the light catch the ribbon on top and flash blue onto his walls.

"You wanna sit down?" He motioned to his bed and Matt sat on the end, smiling at him with something waiting on the edge of his tongue. Kelly let him talk in his own time, playing with the ends of the bow Matt probably tied himself- not that it was sloppily tied, but it looked handmade.

"It's not a lot, honestly I wasn't sure what to get you because I didn't know it was your birthday until two hours ago, but at least you've got something." There was a blush on his cheeks and he was scratching the back of his neck with an absent hand.

Kelly felt his own cheeks heat up and he looked away as if that would help, but he took both ends of the ribbon and pulled to open the bow, taking it off of the box with care and then setting it on his desk.

When he opened the lid the first thing that caught his eye was the shine of the pendant, silver, and then it was the chain, tucked behind the foam insert but with larger links. The smile that pulled at his lips made his cheeks hurt, and as he pulled it out of the box to turn it over in his finger he saw the inscription on the back.

To keep you safe when I cannot, M

Kelly turned his head to look at Matt over his shoulder, eyes brighter than Matt has seen them for a while.

"Its a Saint Christopher, the patreon saint of travel, I know religion isn't really your thing, but I hope this is okay."

"Its perfect" Kelly's voice dropped to a gentle tone as he looked back at the chain in his hand, smiling and blinking and willing himself not to cry.

With hands that now shook just enough to make it hard, he fiddled with the catch and took his hands behind his neck to put it on, but his fingers kept slipping and he kept having to try again. But then Matt's hands were on top of his and his heart skipped a beat, nimble fingers taking the chain from his and then fastening it for him.

"What do you think? Does it suit me?" Kelly asked, turning on his chair to face Matt, who smiled.

"Looks amazing on you" he took hold of the chain and then pulled the collar of Kelly's shirt from his body to tuck it underneath. But his fingers lingered, and the ones that moved the chair crept to his collar bone and traced the shape, sending a shiver down Kelly's spine and earning a little gasp.

"You know I love you, right?" Matt's voice was low and quiet, and Kelly held his breath and watched him draw closer, both closing their eyes as their lips met in a kiss, deep but quick.

Kelly had to take a moment to make his heart calm down before he could talk, but he settled a hand onto Matt's stomach as he spoke.

"I love you too, I really do"

[ophiaihel]

can u believe that this kid is gonna b blessed by a god?? wow,, 

[david-8-ass]

Worm girl

Worm girl

Worm girl

Worm girl

Worm girl in the woods

Worm girl in the forest

Worm girl crawling

Worm girl scrawling

Worm girl big and strong

Worm girl sad and small

Worm girl likes to play and sing

Worm girl likes to be a thing

Worm girl says goodbye sometimes

Worm girl wants to die goodbye !!!

Worm girl

Worm girl

Worm girl has a spindly head

Worm girl likes to get ahead

Worm girl like to sing and play

Worm girl lays in bed all day

Worm girl is a friend of mine

Worm girl is dead sometimes

Worm girl likes to sing

Worm girl is a flying thing

Worm girl like to scream and shout

Worm girl like to pout pout pout pout

When gives get tough and u give up

Worm girl worm girl worm girl

[fpsantangelo]

uhhhhhhh

bryce panic has me DESPERATE for soft shit so - au where ryan owns god’s cutest little bakery n makes shit like this all day, & bryce is the big bulky bad bitch who owns the flower shop across the street & he fucken grows them all himself and like,, beekeeps and shit. and ryan keeps leaving boujee baked goods on bryce’s doorstep bc he’s got a crush & at first bryce thinks its like,, a threat? or a challenge or whatever? bc he’s stupid & he thinks theyre like,, competing for business or whatever, idk just go with it. so in return bryce keeps leaving flowers on ryan’s doorstep & they just keep giving each other nicer & nicer gifts without ever actually talking to each other & ryan’s thinking sweet, he likes me hell yea, whereas bryce is like wtf does this guy WANT from me and yeah theyre just big stupid & eventually actually talk to each other n fall in love n then they do flowers n cakes for weddings together, thanks for coming to my ted talk

ALSO, anthony owns the hipster coffee shop down the street n trea is the overworked college student who keeps showing up to order double shots of espresso & tony keeps tryna flirt but trea’s too fucken exhausted all the time to even process it (mood) aight im done.

[booksrockmyface]

Conversation Hearts Part 2, an Everlark one shot

For day five of @everlarkvalentinesgifts: Dinner. Don’t fret about this ending, it continues tomorrow (Fireworks).

Peeta picked up the boxes from the passenger seat.

Katniss opened the door as he walked up on the steps. “You found it.”

“I did.” He held out a bottle. “I brought sparkling juice.”

She smiled and took it. “Thanks. Come on in. I almost have everything done.”

“I brought some cheese buns, too.” He followed her inside. “And something I was going to give you when I asked you out. But you beat me to it.”

She grimaced as she sat the bottle on the kitchen counter. “I’m sorry. My sister and her husband both told me I would be disowned if I didn’t ask you out. So I took a plunge.” She laughed and took the box he offered. “Not that they would really disown me.” She smiled at the cookie’s message. “‘Be mine.’ Like conversation hearts. This is so sweet.”

“I know it’s cheesy—”

She shook her head. “I love it. Thank you.” She broke the cookie in half and offered him some.

Peeta took the half Katniss offered and tapped the bits together. “Cheers.” He said with a grin.

She chuckled. “Cheers.” She turned and moved to the counter, stuffing the cookie between her teeth as she picked up a bowl of salad to sit in the middle of the table.

“So you have a sister?” Peeta asked, picking up the pot from the stove.

She took the cookie out of her mouth. “Yes. Her name is Primrose. She’s a doctor. Well, almost as she always reminds me.”

“That’s great.” Peeta said. “I have two brothers. Graham, he’s the oldest, helps my dad run the original Mellark’s Bakery in the Capitol. And Ryan has the satellite bakery on Panem University campus. And then there’s me here.”

“Help yourself.” She indicated the bowls and then started filling her plate. “I didn’t realize you were part of a bigger system.”

“Oh, yeah. The big bakery has been in the family for about a hundred years. My great-grandparents started it. Then my grandpa took over and taught my dad everything. Now me and my brothers have learned the ropes.”

“That’s really cool.” Katniss swirled some spaghetti on her fork.

“Yeah.” Peeta smiled. “So what do you do again?”

“I work at the animal shelter.” She said softly. “I watched your shop go in. I was really excited because my sister and I used to go to the bakery counter at the grocery store and drool over the cakes. We never could afford one.”

He watched her push her food around on her plate. “I could make you one. If you want. Decorating cakes is my favorite.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I might anyway.” He grinned and gave her a long look.

She blushed a little under his scrutiny. “Is baking and cake decorating all you do?” She took a bite and sat back.

“I paint.”

She nodded. “I would have figured with those long fingers you’d play piano.”

It was his turn to blush. She’d been looking at his fingers. What else had she imagined? Probably the same thing he had, no doubt.

He cleared his throat. “Well, I tried for a bit, but that bit of artistry wasn’t quite my style.”

“I’d love to see your handy-work.” She gave him a smirk as she leaned back over her plate.

He nodded. “I’ll gladly show you.”

They chatted about small things over the meal and then moved into the living room with glasses of sparkling juice.

“So, what made you decide I was safe enough to invite a guy you don’t know to your house?” Peeta asked as they settled in.

Katniss laughed. “Well, my brother-in-law is a cop. He did a background check on you, without me asking of course. I told him I was not happy he would invade your privacy and I didn’t want to know anything. So he promised me you had a clean record and just asked me to keep my hunting knife close.”

“Hunting knife?”

She reached into the pocket of her jeans and removed a large pocket knife as long as her palm closed. In the next instant, she opened it swiftly with her thumb and slammed it into her old coffee table. Peeta was equal parts frightened and turned on.

“That’s amazing.” He breathed out.

She grinned. “I know.”

He laughed. “Did you teach yourself that?”

“That? Yes. But by dad taught me how to wield a knife in the first place. Taught me to hunt and skin animals. How to take care of myself.”

There was a tone in her voice that told him that maybe he shouldn’t press that issue more at the moment. Instead, he said, “Well, it’s hot.”

She snorted. “Thanks.” She pulled the knife out of the table and folded it back. She looked at him and then leaned across the space between them. “I also figured if I played my cards right…”

He closed the distance, kissing her hard. His hands moved up to hold her face. His thumbs stroked her cheekbones as he deepened the kiss.

She pushed him onto his back and spread her hands over his chest, letting out a low moan. “Wow.”

“Wow?”

She smiled and nodded. “Wow.” She returned to the kiss, slipping her hands lower and drawing a moan from his lips when her fingers brushed against a bit of bare skin.