face wedges

You Look You Lose by Michiyuki Aoi

Ardyn: “Hey, it looks like a new bar just opened in Lestallum. Shall we go out for a drink?”
Loqi: “Huh? I’m not going.” 

Ardyn: “Aranea, would you like to go for a dr–”
Aranea: “Sure, sounds good.” 
Wedge: “You mustn’t, Lady Aranea!”
Biggs: “He is the most despicable sort of old man!” 

Biggs: “We’ll protect the lady’s virtue!” 
Aranea: “I’m thirty, you guys…” 

Ravus: “He’s looking this way… He’s looking this way!

Random YOI headcanons
  • Victor and Yuri are the kind of married-for-decades couple who sit quietly browsing their own phones while waiting for food in a restaurant, but they’re playing footsie under the table (Victor’s probably just texting Yuri strings of emojis anyway) 
  • Victor would be an over-indulgent and spoiling father, leaving poor, squishy, kind and soft Yuri to be the tough-dad
  • They start sleeping in the same bed in the winter, meaning heat-seeking Yuri always tangles up their legs and cuddles super close and wedges his face into the curve of Victor’s neck, all of which Victor is SUPER INTO, and it becomes a nightly go-to-sleep ritual habit, so they end up always sleeping like that even when it’s crazy hot summer and 100 degrees after dark, because being any further apart in bed feels unnatural.
  • Once Victor feels more psychological safety that Yuri is all his he becomes less clingy, which in turn makes Yuri emotionally insecure and super clingy. It takes a little while for them to navigate the right balance, leading to some perfectly normal couple spats, since neither of them have actually been in love or in a long-term (in their case, permanent) relationship before. Eventually by the time they tie the knot they’ve figured it out.
  • Victor’s skincare and haircare game is on point. He’s all up into Korean beauty products and does the 10-step regime and forces Yuri into it too. They face-mask together. 
  • Makkachin is an immortal doggo and will never die, I will, weeping, fight anyone who disagrees.

anonymous asked:

“Don’t be fucking rude Lucy heartfilia pls

Alcohol Is Not Lucy’s Friend, But Her Friends Are

Pairing: Nalu

Word Count: 2318

A/N; Sorry this took so long, been working on a few things at the same time and actually working lol! Enjoy!

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Oh my God Lucy you are such a meme!” Cana cackled, arm slung over Lucy’s shoulder as she tried to wedge her face between Lucy’s phone and her ear. “Besides, it’s girls night! That means no dicks!”

“Cana,” Levy sighed giving her a pointed look.

“Your dick is female, it doesn’t count. Now take your shot and spin the wheel of awkward sexual questions on your phone.”

“Does that mean Juvia’s beloved can join?”

“You know if you would just stop making everything about dick this would stop happening,” Lucy commented innocently, grinning at Cana’s disgruntled look. “You don’t even like dick.”

“Oh I like dick, just not what ninety percent of it is attached to.”

“Can you guys stop saying dick?” A tired voice asked from the phone. Lucy squeaked, shoving her hand in Cana’s face and pushing her so she fell backwards over the couch.

“Sorry Natsu,” Lucy sighed, glaring at her pack of giggling friends and making threatening gestures with her hand as she left the room. “You know how they are.”

“I did grow up with them,” he said dryly, Lucy hearing his smile in his voice.

“Then you should be used to the word dick,” Lucy teased, grinning at his scoff. ”Would you rather I say penis?”

“Oh Luce, you know I beat you at the penis game.” Natsu purred. Lucy was thankful that he was half a city away and not able to see her face, because that meant she didn’t have to suppress her shiver or stop herself from biting her lip at his deep voice. Yes, Lucy thought to herself, I’m sure you could definitely beat me with your dick.

Alrighty, that was a sign for her to stop taking every drink Cana offered her.

Time to stop being creepy about her best friend. “You wish,” she said instead of anything she might regret.

“Excuse you I totally won the round in the library yesterday!”

“Because I wasn’t playing,” Lucy huffed, smiling as she twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. “You and Gray started it, I just got kicked out alongside you!”

“Then maybe I was just imagining you screaming,” Natsu said, voice low and rough through the phone. Lucy’s heart stuttered, mouth suddenly going dry as her mind whirled.

“What?” she asked, clearing her throat awkwardly at how her own voice sounded. Thank God Cana was too busy climbing all over Kagura like some alcoholic cat.

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Try to Understand (Pt. 4)

Characters: Alpha!Dean Smith, Omega!reader

Word Count: 3.6k 

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, language, smut, smidge of oral sex, unprotected sex

A/N: Thanks to everyone for their patience while I dealt with stuff. This is part 4 of my story inspired by the song “Magic Man” and written for @dr-dean‘s writing challenge. I owe lots of thanks to @roxy-davenport and @kayteonline for being incredibly helpful betas. I still have several more parts planned for this, so I hope you enjoy it. I’m anxious to hear your feedback, and I appreciate constructive criticism. Reader’s thoughts are in italics.

Part 3         Part 5

Originally posted by torn-and-frayed

From part 3:

“I’m ready, Dean.” You inhale a deep breath, letting his strong scent hit you, letting the relief you feel from it roll through your body. You blink, slowly, then focus back onto him, your expression mirroring his as his eyes are blown wide and black with lust. Your mind goes blank, aside from one unfiltered thought, which you voice, soft and clear.

“Take care of me, Alpha.”

“I will, oh god, I will.” He nods his head while he stares at you earnestly, his tone confident and sure as he holds you tightly.

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Darkness Devours

Summary:  Reader has been in Purgatory for a few years surviving as best she can with her companion Benny.

Characters: Reader, Dean, Benny, Castiel (mentioned)

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2429

Warnings: SMUT, canon typical violence, canon typical angst

A/N 1:  I have a MAJOR Purgatory!Dean problem.  This quote from the show:  “It was blood, messy….  But there was something about being there… it felt pure.”  His pure and raw approach to hunting while there obviously made me think about what his approach to sex would be while there.  I mean look at this, how can your mind go anywhere else?


A/N 2:  Bolded text denotes dialogue from the show, credit goes to the writers.

Above gif is from Google Search.  Gif below is from @canonspngifs   The rest are from Google Search, credit goes to the owners.


Dean’s well muscled chest is pressed against your back.  His fingers trace over the rise of your hips and the fall of your waist.  He plants wet, kisses down the column of your neck to your shoulder.

“I could stay here like this forever, Y/N,” he murmurs drawing the lobe of your ear between his lips.

“Mmm, me too,” you sigh.  “But I bet Sam would have something to say about that,” you roll towards him, running your fingers through his hair.

You look up at Dean, but the room’s changed and he’s standing in front of you.  His green eyes are full of sorrow as he steps closer to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says, tears filling his eyes.

“I know,” you say looking away, “just make it quick.”

“I love you.”

Razor sharp pain slices across your throat…

You wake up with a start.

“Whoa, cher,” Benny coos, “we gotta move.  You ok?”

“I’m fine,” you say pushing yourself up.  “What time is it?”

“Almost dusk.”

You grab your blade, Benny offers you his hand, you take it and he pulls you up.  Together you make your way through the trees.  You spend the night on the move.  It’s safer to sleep during the day and be on your feet at night.  If it wasn’t for Benny, you would’ve been dead-dead a long time ago.  His hand is on the small of your back, a sigh escapes your lips at the safety and comfort it provides.

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Idea: Jewish Harry Potter

A lot of Jewish families assimilate - James Potter could easily have been of a Jewish family (Ashkenazi like me because I am sick of the “YOU’RE NOT POC ENOUGH” arguments - FFS I’m brown and SO IS JEWISH JAMES POTTER)

So we have:

- Harry with thick, black Middle Eastern hair that Petunia gets exasperated over

- Harry with a long, wide, crooked nose (maybe the reason he trusts Dumbledore so much is that Dumbledore has one, too - it’s canon!)

- Harry with a wedge-shaped face that makes his eyes look too close together

- Harry who tans at the drop of a hat

- Harry going to school and meeting a girl who tells him that it’s all right, he’s still Jewish even if only his dad was; he comes home so happy, only to be screamed at

- Harry quietly observing the holidays when his Jewish classmates do

- Harry coming to Hogwarts and befriending Jewish Hermione (maybe she’s Black and Jewish)

- Jewish Snape because why the fuck not - maybe he’s Sephardi and always thought James looked down on him (James’s family had a stopover in the German Jewish community for a few generations and they were of extremely high status)

- “Professor Binns, why aren’t we learning the Four Questions?”

- “Professor McGonagall, why can’t chametz be converted kosher?”

- “Professor Flitwick, can we charm a latke to never stop screaming?”


- Harry joining Hermione in the library because if there’s one thing he learned about being Jewish, it’s that we always have to question everything

- Snape muttering and/or cursing people in Hebrew or Ladino when he’s pissed off

- Mizrahi food becoming SO popular

- “But why do we celebrate only Christmas and Easter here?” Angry Jewish Harry, Hermione, and (reluctantly) Snape getting policies changed

Jewish Harry Potter.

Imperial Problem Child

just a few silly ideas to throw around, make of them what you will

•Mon Mothma knew Luke was Vader’s kid from the get go but didn’t want to say anything (idea inspired by @kaelinaloveslomaris and her fic Allegiance)

•for a while, the Rogue Squadron and some select members of the Alliance knew, but very few Imperials did as Vader doesn’t trust many people

•in the scenario imagined by @shimmer712 , Luke and Friends try to reason with the mob led by Imperial Dad. Jedi reflexes let him dodge a blaster bolt, but his jacket is singed.
•Vader showed up because someone called in the Rebel activity and as soon as he sensed Luke and heard the mob he was like “Oh for crying out loud” and marched in to the rescue.

•the 501st has rescued Rogue Squadron at least twice and repeatedly rubs it in their faces

•Wedge Antilles and Firmus Piett are on a first name basis with each other after only three weeks of Skywalker Nonsense

•Space Paparazzi. Space Paparazzi everywhere

•only the people on the Executor know about Vader’s less than antagonistic relationship with the Rogue Squadron. They don’t breathe a word of it outside the ship. Vader is secretly building up a power base again, but this time the likelihood of catching Palpatine by surprise is higher.

•Luke once showed up at an Imperial event on a Hutt held world (spoilers: the Hutts didn’t hold that world for long) and attended a ceremony with Vader, completely straight-faced, and no one questioned it until the explosions started.

•someone got the courage to ask Vader about it later. As he was in a good mood, he said something along the lines of “the prince is often quite busy, ambassador. You should be honored that he attended at all.”
“At the end of my speech his men started a riot downtown that’s still going!” the Hutt complains, “At this rate we’ll lose all control of the city!”
“Yes,” Vader muses, “I was rather surprised he managed to wait that long.”
There’s a new puppet governor in place by the end of the day. She might have Rebel sympathies. Nobody bothered to check.


Summary: Peter Parker falls for lab partner!reader when he notices her drawing a bird during class and turns to his pal Spider-Man to follow her to a cafe where she loves to draw and he loves to admire her

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: literally 1 curse word, all of it is just fluff

A/N: i didn’t proofread as usual so sorry if it’s complete shit and i apologize that literally every single one of my stories has ended the exact same i’m an awful writer sjksjsksjsjk btw when will Tom finally show us his new hair he’s making me so nervous uGH

Words: 2347 (srry if it drags on and is super boring)

It was a normal 3rd period in chemistry class as the teacher droned on about the names of certain elements of the periodic table.

Peter’s boredom level had surpassed extreme as his eyelids began to droop closed. He had been losing excessive amounts of sleep having to stay out until the late hours of night saving lives and stopping robberies. He was slowly starting to grow used to his sleep schedule though, sometimes too tired to slip off his Spider-Man suit when he snuck in through his window at three in the morning.

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Robert’s Rebellion: Writ in Blood

Robert Baratheon died quickly–his rebellion, less so. The scattered army of the Trident knows better than bend a knee and pray for a dragon’s mercy. And so begins the fight for scraps between the royalists and the rebels…

tfw your dog is convinced you’re laying on her toy even though you’ve showed her it’s not there ten times and she won’t stop wedging her face under you to look and she keeps crying and she won’t fucking go look for another toy

promises | john shelby

anon requested reader being super pregnant and john dealing with the kids

John took his time down the street, racing what was left of his cig to the door. He’d promised he wouldn’t smoke while you were pregnant but after the week he’d had he needed something on the way back. Being stuck in the van with the rest of the lads, none of who had promises to keep of their own, was torture. So he’d bummed one off Tommy with a strict warning that he wouldn’t tell his wife about the smoke unless he wanted his wife to know about the grave they’d had to dig.

The trip had been a clusterfuck to say the least, but it had ended well, and the business was sorted. The last bit of business before the baby was due. He was a free man now, for at least a couple of months, no big deals coming their way. Just day-to-day. Practically the 9-5 office job he’d planned on when you first got married. Almost.

“I promise you a boring life after this last job”. Broken.

“I promise you no more kids after this last one”. Broken.

“I promise I won’t smoke after this last one”. Broken.

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it’s raining today so have some luke+rain headcanons

  • on tatooine there were always legends/folk stories about water that poured from the sky but most people dismissed it as just a myth
  • luke first heard about rain from leia when he asked her about what alderaan was like (post anh)
  • luke first experienced rain when he was off looking for a new rebel base with wedge after anh and he was so excited that rain would just fall from the sky like that that he stood outside for hours in the rain with just the happiest expression on his face and wedge is just staring at him the whole time because shit he’s in love with this boy
  • wedge kisses luke for the first time in the rain 
  • wedge and luke kiss a lot in the rain
With All Due Respect, Captain (Part 3 End)

summary: After getting passed over for a promotion you’ve been wanting for so long, you turn to your best friend for comfort, but things change for the both of you when you find out the truth behind your rejected application.

characters: Steve Rogers x Reader (F), Maria, mentions of Tony and Bucky
word count: 2500+ (3-part miniseries)
warnings: A'ight. Brace yourselves for a shit-ton of fluff (and a bit of angst of course). Cursing (permanent warning), implied smut.
A/N:  Hey, hey, hey! Holy vibranium balls. Let me just say that I didn’t think people would actually like this story. I’m blown away, honestly. I don’t really know what to say but thank you so much for reading. To the people who asked to be tagged in this story: please let me know if you wanna be on my permanent tag list. ❤ Thanks again, everyone. I’ve got some more stuff on the way.

Permanent tag list and drabble requests for Bucky or Steve are open! 


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It’s needless to say that work had been nothing short of hell ever since your unfortunate encounter with Steve.

That encounter you wanted to forget ever happened, but you couldn’t no matter how hard you tried. What frustrated you the most is that you seemed to be more angry at the fact that it was Steve who wronged you. Why him of all people? He was the first person you willingly let your guard down for, the next being Bucky.

When you met him for the first time, you were assisting them in a research for a mission. You spent sixteen hours going through the old, dusty SHIELD files that weren’t on the new database yet since Ultron just to find a small piece of information that would give them clues to solve the puzzle they were dealing with, and during that time you felt yourself oddly gravitating towards Steve.

His personality was as pleasant as he was easy on the eyes from the very beginning. Even though he’s practically the leader of the Avengers, he never made you feel like you were inferior to him. He called you by your first name and insisted you called him by his too. You can’t remember what happened after that mission, but somehow you and Steve became good friends. Through the years, you grew closer until he eventually gained your trust and you considered him an important person in your life.

He knows many things about you. Intimate details that even Bucky doesn’t know and even some of your past lovers never knew, and for a while you considered what would happen if you decided to date.

Because let’s be honest, you always had a crush on Steve. Always. But it’s an idea that you decidedly pushed at the back of your mind and refused to entertain because your friendship meant so much to you.

But now you feel so stupid for even feeling those things, because as it turns out, you weren’t good enough for him. Hell, he won’t even consider you for a promotion. Everything just piled up and the pain felt like a stab directly to the heart.

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I notice while drilling that people pretty commonly form the hangings incorrectly, or at least, they could form them better.

They are the most important guards in the German tradition, or in the words of the masters in the MS.3227a, “All techniques start and end with the Ort, thus the Hängen and Winden are the begin and the turnings around the centre and many good fencing techniques stem from this.”

The hangings are, of course, the Ochs and Pflug guards. Here are some points about them:

They present a threat and are thus the safest guards.

And however you fence, always turn the point against the face or the chest of the adversary, so he has always to watch out that you do not move prior to him. - MS.3227a

The hangings place the point such that it threatens the opponent. If they wish to “snipe” you or rush in and overwhelm you, they must deal with the point of your sword first. Otherwhise, they will impale themselves.

You can make attacks quickly from them.

Just like as a string would be attached to the point which would pull and turn his point to the nearest opening, as to achieve the thrust. - MS.3227a

The thrust is the fastest way to attack with a sword. When you are in one of the hangings, no time is wasted “setting up” the attack and indeed, if the opponent closes the distance, the guard itself is a threat. If the hanging is properly formed, one need only move their arms forward to drive a thrust.

They are the position from which you make windings.

Who correctly hangs well,
And brings therewith Winding,
-The Zettel

The windings in their most essential form are nothing more than transitions between the hangings while maintaining sword contact. The mechanics of hanging and thrusting remain the same - keep their sword away from you while you “seek” with the point for the opportunity to cause trouble. Forming hangings well while winding gives you more opportunities to exploit openings by ensuring the point passes over the target while transitioning and performing techniques, and reduces the “set-up” time to deliver a thrust when the moment comes.

They are the end-point of attacks.

And from the same strikes come the four displacements from both sides, with these you break and defeat all strikes thrusts or guards and these also lead to the hangings which can be very well be used for artful techniques as you will hear later. - MS.3227a

Ending an attack in a hanging is a fairly fundamental characteristic of Liechtenauer’s longsword. If you read through the plays you will notice that the first and second intent almost always flow together in this way (cut and thrust, cut and wind, cut and mutate, etc) In addition to this, they afford you protection against counter-attack - for more detail on that I have a post about versetzen.

And here are some things I see people not getting down-pat:

The point should be online.

Our sources tell us to aim at the face or breast with the point when we drive a thrust. If we stay online in a hanging, we don’t need to do any extra work to line the point up for thrusts. It also creates an immediate threat to the opponent. As for where exactly to aim the point - I usually find the breast to be a safe bet. The target area is of greater mass than the face and has a lesser range of motion making it harder to void attacks against. The face of course has the advantage of being a higher target and thus easier to reach. It’s fairly contextual and you’ll have to figure that out yourself.

The hilt should be offline.

People often don’t commit to defending an opening and opt to leave their hands (and the hilt) in the centre-line. Since the hangings are shortened, this endangers the torso to “sniping” attacks. It is better to commit to an opening and place the hilt out into that opening. This creates a “wedge” facing the opponent which will deflect incoming blows away from your body.

The crossbar should be in front of your body.

This is espescially important when forming an ochs. The cross is the last line of defense against incoming attack, and in a hanging, it’s usually where the opponent’s attack is going to end. You want their attack to end before it hits you.

Angulation of the crossbar.

This isn’t really detailed in sources, but is a pretty big deal. Your crossbar needs to be positioned such that you can “catch” attacks with it. The best way to hedge your bets seems to be placing the cross on a 45 degree angle with one of the quillons pointing towards your chest. This is again super contextual. If you are planning to scoop an oberhau up and sweep it away you might form a pflug with the crossbar flat. If you are in ochs expecting a zwerchau you might place the cross vertical.

Warning To Watery Eyes


Alex comes back from war, and has to tell y/n, that he cheated on her while away.


It had been about a month since Alex had arrived back from war, and just as I had expected, things were different. He was standoffish and quiet. I feel horrible, having him here, hurting and I can’t do anything about it. He’s always going to have those nightmares from battle and the images of dead bodies in his head. I can’t imagine what it’s like knowing my hands have killed and held the killed.

Last night Alex didn’t come home until around one o'clock in the morning. He wasn’t drunk but he was tired looking. When he laid in bed, I tried to comfort him by embracing his shaking figure, but he brushed off my attempt at affection.

Awhile after my failed attempt at calming him, his hushed sobs halted and were replaced by slow breaths. I didn’t sleep that whole night, I didn’t want him to wake up and leave without me knowing or him have a nightmare again without me knowing.

As of now I am scrambling eggs, frying bacon, and toasting some bread in our small yellow kitchen filled with everything that had a rooster printed on it. My grandmother decorated our kitchen, and she always said having roosters in the kitchen were good luck, I’m not sure how I believed that but “Who am I not to carry on a tradition?” My granny would ask me.

I had gotten out of bed around six o'clock am, the sun had leaked through our curtains into the quaint bedroom, and I knew that with the light shinning on my face, I most likely wasn’t going back to sleep. I also had the intellect to know Alex would be up around seven, and I wanted him to wake to smell of fresh breakfast, instead of dirt, salt and oil, like he had been the past dangerous months.

I hummed quietly to myself, going over some conversation starters I could use on Alex when he comes down. Grease popped on my arm and I jumped slightly, I turned to get a wet towel to soothe the sting when I saw a messy haired Alex.

His hand was grasping a cup and he was searching the fridge for some milk. Something he always use to drink in the morning, this would be the first time he had come back to his habit since his return. I never understood why he liked it so much, I’ve always hated drinking plain milk. The closest I get to it is drinking a cup a chocolate milk every night before bed.

“Good morning,” I said to him. I figured I would try to get some conversation out of him this morning, but when he didn’t reply I turned around and began to flip the eggs again.


I turned to look over my shoulder and I watched as he walked over to me. His was head down, and his eyes fixated on mine. His arms barely reached out to me, he bent down to bury his face in my neck and tighten his arms around my torso. He held me for a long time. The eggs had burnt and so had everything else. I didn’t have time to focus on anything but the fact that he was showing the most affection he had since the night he came home and we had celebration sex. Even then it was different.

“I’m sorry.” His broken voice spoke and then he broke into a dry heaving cry. I quickly I turned around, placed my hands on the back of his neck and the top of his head and pulled him against me. His fingers tensed on my waist like he couldn’t imagine letting go.

About 5 minutes went by, of just us both crying and holding onto to other. I kissed his neck and said
“Alex, honey, you have nothing to be sorry for. Please don’t ever feel like you need to apologize, especially for the way you feel.”

He only cried harder.

I ran my fingers down his neck to his back feeling his soft cotton shirt that had wrinkles in it from his previous sleep state. With my other hand I started playing with his short, brown, greasy hair, untangling knots with my fingers. My face was wedged into his neck. His smell was of sweat and lemon. I could feel his tears on my shoulder, while his cries were amplified from being directly beside my ear.

So there we were in the smoke filled kitchen, with crispy burnt toast, crunchy, hard bacon, and overcooked, brown eggs. And it stayed that way for awhile, neither of us wanting to move or even breath.

When Alex had finished his cries and small utters of “I love you.” He pulled away, looked at my face and cupped my cheeks with his hands. My arms fell from his sides but soon made their way up to hold his wrist, making sure he didn’t go anywhere.

I looked in his eyes, they were red, red like the color of love, but glossy like the finish of a wooden table. His cheeks were wet and puffy, wet like a leaf after its rained and puffy like the cloud that dropped the storm.

He looked to his left, dropped his head and spoke, “I love so much, y/n. Please just always know I love you.”

“I know that Alex. I’ve know that forever. Remember when I would joke that I knew you loved me before you knew?” I smiled, genuinely for the first time, since Alex had left.

Alex didn’t smile, however. Instead, he pushed my hair out of my face and told me something I didn’t think I would ever hear.

“You don’t understand, y/n, I did something bad, while I was away. I just want you to know that if I had been in my right mind, I wouldn’t’ve done it.” His voice was shaky.

“Alex, war involves killing people. I know that. But you did it for a good cause and for the safety of not just our country but all of Europe.”

“It’s not that, y/n.”

“What did you do, Alex?” I asked softly, not expecting anything but a guilt he’s made up in his own head from everything he’s saw while at battle.

“I slept with another woman,” he spoke this with pain. I watched his lip quiver. His eyes wanted to close but he fought it, waiting for my reaction.

I just stared, passed his head and at the door, wondering if I should leave and collect myself. Alex’s thumb wiped a tear from my cheek, that’s when I noticed I was crying.

I had never cried like that before, there was no warning to my watery eyes. I was filled with so much emotion that my body took on it’s own self-help mechanism without me having to think about anything.

“Y/n…” Alex pleaded to me, “Y/n, please, do something , say something, break something. I don’t care, just don’t stand there, please.”

My arms dangled limp by my side and breathing had slowed. Alex’s hands were still around my jaw and his eyes were still looking into mine.

I realized I had began crying harder when Alex shushed me and in a panicked but noiseless voice uttered, “Hey, don’t cry. No, no, no, no, please honey, please don’t cry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t ever want to hurt you. I love you so much, please, please don’t cry. Look at me, please look at me,” he effortlessly turned my head with his fingers under my chin, “I love you.”

I slowly moved away from his touch and walked onto the back porch where I tried to hold in my cries. Alex didn’t follow me, he knew the best thing was to leave me alone. I could still feel his stare from the sink window, I could hear his hand slip into the sink filled with dirty dishes, making a clattering sound. I was thankful for that sound, it was the loudest thing I’d heard in last few minutes, and the silence was eating me alive.

Within Reach

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Summary: Weeks after escaping the League of Villains, Bakugou can’t seem to get that night out of his mind. Specifically, he just can’t get the feeling of a certain someone’s hand in his from that night out of his mind.

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Bakugou had held other people’s hands before, okay!? It wasn’t like his mother and father hadn’t taken him across city streets and down dodgy staircases when he was little with their hands in his. Handshakes, high fives, those dumbass hand chains teachers made any group of kids younger than six form when moving from classroom to classroom…touching other people’s hands was just a part of life. Human contact and all that bullshit. No big deal.

So then why the hell was it that, ever since Kirishima had pulled him out of the League of Villains’ clutches, Bakugou couldn’t get the feeling of having that red-haired loser’s hand in his out of his head?

It’s not like it had been romantic. Far from it. Unless you call a bunch of teenagers caught in the crossfires of an all out hero-against-villain showdown where one of them was being held hostage romantic, but even Bakugou’s concept of what constituted as a ‘lovey-dovey’ moment wasn’t that skewed.

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[ Cassian Week ] - Day 3 - favourite relationship(s)

I would fight to the death for every single Rogue One character, but I still have the dorkiest soft-spot for Cassian & K-2SO, best friends forever. :’)

not on my watch

Cassian & K-2SO + Cassian Andor/Bodhi Rook | 1611 words | below or [ Ao3 ] | part 8 of cassian said I had to

K-2’s circuits get scrambled by an electrical storm, he’s still there for Cassian when it counts.

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