i didn't know what his piercings were so i made them up

“Letting them in, letting them go”

((Screw my crying, aching heart. I’m making a headcanon based on this post and no one can stop me.))

“It’s the only way that you can escape. Just relax.”

“This will work… I promise.”

As your eyes slowly blur out from their phantom auras one more time, you get a strange, heavy sensation in your chest, as if you’re falling, falling, falling…

What feels like an eternity later, your eyelids slowly open for the first and last time.

You feel like you’re made of stone as a mirage of cyan and scarlet dances before you. At first, you’re not sure if you can even move, but slowly, slowly, something new begins to rise…

It’s in your mind, or what’s left of it now. Something new… something strange, as if your thoughts aren’t only yours.

They’re not, two surrounding thoughts tell you, as if one came from either side of your head. It’s us, (Y/N). We’re here. With you. Within you and without you.

And in a slow, hazy way, that makes something become abundantly clear to you.

You are no longer what you used to be. None of the three of you are.

And you find an acceptance.

A chandelier emerges finally to your sight, and you can sense the hard, cold floor on your back.

With the power of three within you, you rise on shaky legs once more.

“O-oh no, no!”

A familiar voice bids you turn your head, and you see him there. The Colonel, trembling in his boots, wringing Damien’s cane nervously in his hands.

That’s mine.

“It’s okay,” he continues, standing quickly in what looks like disbelief and holding out a nervous hand toward you.

You walk slowly toward him. His breaths catch in his chest as he slowly lowers his arm in shock.

“I thought you were dead,” he says softly and quickly, as if saying it any slower would make it true. His lips quiver, then he corrects himself in horiffied elation. “I– I– I mean, of course, you’re not dead! N– how could you be dead?”

His eyes crinkle into a smile with emerging hysteria. You still have no voice.

“I– I– I wouldn’t have killed you! I– I didn’t kill you!”

He sets the cane down, but his crazed muttering continues.

“I… of course! I didn’t kill anybody!”

He laughs and it couldn’t hurt you more.

“I–! I didn't– it was all a joke!” he finally shouts, and his voice carries through the whole now-empty house. “Of course, it was all a joke!”

He steps closer to you, and you feel a combined pain unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

“Were you in on this!?”

You watch, essentially helpless, as the last shreds of his sanity dissolve before your own eyes.

He falls back a few steps, the shakiness returning to his legs as his voice fills with some form of mortified relief.

“Did Damien put you up to this!? Of course he did!” The Colonel calls out once more, not even stable enough to look back at you anymore. “DAMIEN! Where are you, you rapscallion?”

He stumbles away, nearly falling with every step in his hysterical gait. His voice carries back to you, and the words pierce you harder than that bullet ever could.

“Where are you? Celine! Oh, it’s time to come out now! Oh, it was good, it was good! You almost had me!”

Inside, you feel numb, yet… both sides of you are wailing. You can hear nothing of them, you can see nothing of them… but you know that Damien and Celine have broken at what you just witnessed.

Your body turns slightly, and your hand picks up the cane that the Colonel had set down. You can feel Damien change within you, somehow…

(Y/N).

Your eyes fall on the mirror to find that your appearance has mostly taken after his.

And you can see his pain. The profound love in his soul that now has a reason to hate the one man who made this happen. The knowledge that forever no longer will the Colonel have anyone to trust, anyone to love him for who he is, anyone that will see him as anything more than a danger.

And, looking yourself and Damien and Celine in the eyes all at once, you make a simple choice.

Go.

You can sense both of them freeze at either side, confused.

Go to him, you tell them once more. It’s okay.

But… (Y/N)–

He needs you.

And you let go, fading from that broken shell’s grasp into nothing more than thoughts.

After a moment of hesistation, the reflection in the mirror cracks his neck, and the glass shatters with it, keeping you there.

We’re sorry. We’ll find you again one day.

But you’ve accepted.

It’s all right, you respond, knowing they can’t hear you anymore, but doing it anyway.

I’m sure you will.

The dark figure walks away without you, the love in his heart burning bright as if flickering goodbye, and then he’s gone.

And so are you.

anonymous asked:

What about Aizawa becoming blind because he protected his class and the other Pro Heros didn't come fast enough?

//It’s nineteen minutes past two in the morning but it’s DONE. Enjoy, you sadistic buggers.


As Aizawa’s face was smashed into the hard ground a fifth time, he’d accepted the fact that no help was coming. Thirteen was injured – too injured to protect the children – so that left only him.

Wonderful.

Noumu dragged him up once again by his tangled hair, and in the few seconds he had, he made eye contact with the horrified Deku (who was still recovering from the shock of him saving Tsuyu) and mouthed, Get them all to the gate. The boy didn’t receive the message clearly, however, and Aizawa managed, with the aid of sheer adrenaline, to fight against the force Noumu was applying to the back of his bleeding head. He braced himself on his one good forearm, minding the elbow, and pushed up, looking at Deku desperately.

“Gate! Go – everyone!” his voice was cracked and croaky, but the boy nodded in reluctant understanding before disappearing from Aizawa’s sight as his battle was lost and he was pushed to the ground once more.

“So noble,” the voice of Tomura pierced the heavy air. “Letting them leave while you stay here and die. However, you forget”-he pulled Aizawa’s face from the ground and closer to his own-“that Noumu is not the only villain here.”

Acting out of pure instinct, Aizawa used the support the two hands were giving him and arched his back to release his own. He then proceeded to take two lengths of his scarf and wrap them around Tomura’s neck, relishing in the surprise the one visible eye showed.

“Don’t…fucking touch my…students.” Each growled word was accentuated by a sharp tug of the scarf, and even as he was struggling to retain consciousness, his ragged breathing an indicator of this, he grinned. Tomura winced at the savage look, the bloodstained face and teeth a picture of pure malice, before fainting from lack of oxygen. Kurogiri soon removed him from the scene.

Even as he fell once more onto the concrete, Aizawa smiled.

Even as he was turned onto his back and punched repeatedly in the face, Aizawa smiled.

And he continued to smile as his he brought his legs up and kicked Noumu’s beak-like face. The damage he delivered was minimal – if existent – but the fact that the man could still move caught the creature off-guard. He rolled out from beneath it, noticing how the world had lost much of its colour, and used the arm that was not completely twisted and broken to bring himself to his feet. He collapsed as soon as he’d succeeded.

Noumu grinned as he made his way over to Aizawa’s motionless body. The Pro tried to move away, but found exhaustion had finally taken over him and his limbs were useless. His eyesight was dimming, a feeling of irritation at the back of his eyeballs and the surrounding area, but that wasn’t his main concern. No – his primary focus was the large foot approaching his mangled face at a rapid speed, but then it wasn’t a concern any more because it made contact and he was unconscious.


Mic had never activated his Quirk as quickly as he did when he saw his best friend’s lifeless body being shadowed by a giant, mutated villain. The noise threw it away from its target and he left it to be sorted out by the other Pros while he sprinted towards Aizawa, All Might a few paces in front. Lifting the bloody, broken body in a fireman’s lift upon reaching him, the latter carried him back to Mic, who was slightly behind due to his shorter legs.

“I-is he alive?” he peered at the mess of a face and almost burst into tears at the sight of it. “Shouta? Shouta, can you hear me?”

A brief moment passed before dried lips whispered, “Yamada? Are…they safe?”

“Yes,” tears were streaming down his face, a relieved smile gracing it. “Yes, all thanks to you. And you’re going to be fine. Everyone’s going to be fine.”

Dark eyelashes slowly fluttered open but there was no sign of recognition in the cracked, bloodshot eyes beneath.

“Yamada… Why can’t I see anything?”


“Thanks to your teacher, none of you were seriously injured. So make sure you all let him know how grateful you are when he recovers.”

Tsuyu approached the man desperately. “But is he okay? Aizawa-sensei – will he be okay?”

The man gave her a sympathetic smile and produced his phone from a pocket, informing them that the doctor had left a message.

He suffers from several fractures to the face and arms, and while he – luckily – got away with no serious brain injuries, the damage to Eraserhead’s orbital floor was too great, so the floor and rim of the sockets are fractured. Unfortunately, he has permanently lost his sight. I’m sorry, there’s nothing we can do.

The class of 1-A was silent; some were crying. It was Iida who finally spoke.

“He’s lost his Quirk, then? Since he needs to look at the person…”

“Yes, that is what we must assume.”

“But why?” Tsuyu cried. “He just wanted to protect us. He kept fighting, even through all that pain… He doesn’t deserve this.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. “There’s no point in being sad for him – I think Present Mic is taking care of that – so all we can do is help him and let him know he’s not alone.”


The steady, quiet beeping of the heart monitor was the only thing breaking the silence of the hospital room. Present Mic sat on the plastic chair, staring at his lifelong friend through sad, watery eyes.

“It’s my fault, Shouta,” he whispered. “I should have arrived sooner. If I had, you’d still be able to see; you wouldn’t be in this bed-”

“The first long sleep in ages and you yitter on through it.” A deep, slightly muffled voice muttered jokingly.

“Sh-Shouta?”

“Mm. What’s on my eyes? Move it; I can’t see anything.”

Taking the cast-wrapped hand in his own, Mic sighed. “That’s the difficult part. You- There was a lot of damage to your face and head. Your brain’s fine, but your eyes… You’re blind, Shouta.”

“Oh.”

“'Oh’? That’s it?”

The hero did his best to shrug. “What’s done is done. No point in being upset over it. Are the children okay?”

“They’re fine.” He shook his head. “So you’re not the least bit upset? You’re absolutely fine with this?”

Aizawa frowned beneath the bandages, the small movement creating no small amount of pain. “I suppose I’ll be upset about not seeing them all grow into great heroes… But I’ll still be there; I’ll hear them and be with them.”

Mic scoffed. “What about your Quirk?”

“I can train myself to use the scarf and stuff again, and maybe there’s a way I can use it without seeing whoever I’m using it on. Who knows? I’ll find out.”

“Aizawa!” All Might appeared in the doorway, concerned expression being replaced by relief. “How are you? Feeling any better?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” The Pro Hero smiled, thinking of all the faces in his class, safe and well. All it took was a small sacrifice. “It’ll all be fine.”


//Part two here

“Clouding My Mind” - Simon Dominic X Reader (Angst/Fluff)

Description: You and Simon have been dating for quite a while and attending his concerts was always fun, until your insecurities got the best of you and you started noticing the way Simon looked at his dancer. 

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Companions plus faction leaders see get Sole get gravely injured and while trying to help them, they try to walk it off and continue the fight
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Cait:</b> One moment, both Cait and Sole were having the time of their lives, decimating supermutants. The next, Sole was screaming while a mutant dog tore up their arm. Cait bashed the dog's head in without a moment's hesitation. She was about to go back into the fight when she saw Sole trying to get up and grab their weapon. "Oh, no you don't! Sit back down Sole!" Sole said that they were perfectly capable of fighting, but Cait wasn't having it. She forced Sole to stay seated, then threatened them to stay or else. Sole begrudgingly allowed Cait to fix them up. After she was done, she pointed a finger at Sole and told them that if they worried her like that again, she'd kill them herself.<p/><b>Codsworth:</b> Codsworth honestly thought that Sole was invincible before he saw them get torn up by a feral ghoul. He told Sole that they should heal themselves while he takes care of the remaining ghouls, but Sole wasn't hearing it. They told him that they were fine and limped back into the fray. Codsworth couldn't really argue with Sole, so he made sure to take care of the toughest enemies. Ensuring that Sole would have it easier.<p/><b>Curie:</b> Curie lets out a rather loud gasp when she sees the blood blossoming on Sole's thigh while they were fighting gunners. Curie tries to treat it right away, even with Sole telling her to stop over and over again. Sole just keeps on firing their gun while Curie patches their leg up as best she can with them standing. When the last of their enemies were down, Curie properly fixes Sole's leg, not noticing their piercing stare until she glanced up. "What's the matter madam/monsieur​..?" She looks quite shocked. "You got in my way during the fight!" Curie winces and tiltes her head down. "I-I'm sorry, but you seemed to b-be in pain..." She looked up. "I just wanted to help, really!" Sole put their hand on their kind hearted companion's shoulder. "I know Curie, but next time help me when everything wanting to kill us is dead."<p/><b>Danse:</b> Sole got knocked out for a few seconds when a synth hit them with a shock baton. Danse quickly destroyed it, before turning to Sole with his brow furrowed in worry. "You okay soldier?" Sole blinked out the remaining spots in their vision. "Yeah, I'm fine." They tried to stand, but ended up falling right back down. They tried twice more before Danse commanded them to stay. Sole tried to protest, but to no avail. They couldn't disobey a direct command from someone with a higher rank than them. By the time Danse returned, Sole was able to walk, but Danse still had them lean on him. After a few minutes of silence, Sole looked up at Danse and quietly asked him, "Please don't tell Elder Maxson about my screw up today." Danse kept looking forward, but there was a small smile on his face. "Of course soldier. I know you'd do the same for me."<p/><b>Deacon:</b> Sole and Deacon were doing fairly well against a group of raiders up until Sole slipped and got shot multiple times in the stomach. Deacon turned around when he heard Sole's scream. His eyes went wide, panicking for a second before pulling himself together. He shot the raiders around them before running up to inspect Sole's injuries. They tried telling him that they're fine, but coughed up blood while doing so. "Uh-huh. I've heard some pretty bad lies in my time, but I think that one just took the cake. Sorry, but you're staying where you are." All Sole could do was groan and lean their head back while Deacon finished up. He already had stimpacks ready when he came back to Sole's spot. They ended up camping there for the night, giving Sole plenty if time to think about how lucky they are to have Deacon as a companion.<p/><b>Dogmeat:</b> Sole gets grazed by a feral's bony hands while in downtown Boston. Dogmeat thinks that Sole is seriously hurt, so he goes absolutely berserk on the rest of the ferals. 'Must protect human!' Sole ends up not being able to shoot anything because Dogmeat's in the way. He gets rewarded with a brahmin steak later on for being such a good boy.<p/><b>Hancock:</b> Hancock damn near went feral when Sole got seriously hurt by a raider. He only increased the violence when he saw that Sole was trying to help him, scared that they'd get in an even worse condition. He was not going to lose the one good thing he had left on this world. When he saw Sole's dumbfounded look after he was done, he burst out laughing. "Chalk that up to 'reasons why I'm awesome." That snapped Sole out of it. "Yeah, yeah. Just fix me up already." He did it without hesitation and helped Sole to their feet. While they were walking away, Hancock ruffled Sole's hair affectionately, and told them not to worry him so much. Sole just smirked and said that they couldn't promise anything.<p/><b>MacCready:</b> While fighting a bunch of gunners, Sole was flung across the street by a man in power armour. "Holy fu-frick!" MacCready's eyes went wide when he saw his friend sprawled across the pavement. Thankfully, Mac shot the guy between the eyes before he could deliver the final blow. MacCready was relieved when he saw Sole get up, but that was quickly replaced by fear when they suddenly clenched their abdomen. "Boss! Are you okay?" Sole grimaced more than they smiled, but they assured him that they were alright. In reality, Sole just didn't want to worry him. A few broken bones is nothing. MacCready was a bit skeptical, but trusted Sole to know what they were doing. The poor guy never learned that Sole was actually very hurt.<p/><b>Nick:</b> Nick thought he was going to overheat with how hard he was working to keep Sole safe. Sole had just gotten a nasty gash from a mirelurk a few minutes prior, and Nick didn't want them to over exert themselves with more fighting. When the last mutated crab was down, Nick went to heal Sole straight away. They tried pushing him away, insisting that they were fine. Nick stared them down and said, "Sole." That one word was enough to make Sole give in. They couldn't compete with Nick's stern voice. He had a smug smile the entire time he was fixing them up.<p/><b>Piper:</b> "OH MY GOD! BLUE!" Needless to say, Piper was downright terrified. The last thing she wanted was for her best friend to die. She didn't even wipe out the rest of the enemies, she just picked up Sole and ran. She ran until she came across Diamond City. Piper took Sole to the clinic, demanding immediate medical attention. All the stress made Piper pass out on her friend's cot after the doc fixed them up. She was just glad that Sole would be alright.<p/><b>Preston:</b> </b> There was only one stingwing left when it stung Sole. Preston made short work of it, but the poison was spreading quickly, making Preston tear up because he didn't know how to save his friend. He soon sobered, however, when he saw Sole start to walk away. "Where do you think you're going? We need to get you help!" Sole didn't even glance back, probably because they were wincing. "Eh. I'll be okay." Preston wasn't going to let them have their way. He ran up to them, and without warning, hefted Sole over his shoulder. He ran all the way to the nearest settlement, even with Sole demanding he put them down.<p/><b>Strong:</b> He let Sole get back up and continue to fight after they got hurt by some mutants. He would've thought them weak if they hadn't. Strong did go on ahead to take the brunt of the fire, so that Sole wouldn't die of course. Then who would help him find the milk of human kindness?<p/><b>X6-88:</b> X6 made a disapproving sound when he saw that Sole had been incapacitated by a stray bullet or four.vHe obliterated the remaining enemies before lifting Sole up bridal style. They asked him what in the world he was doing. One of his eyebrows lifting up in question was the only bit of emotion he showed. "I'm obviously taking you back to the institute to get treated." Sole started pushing against his chest, saying that they're not some damsel in distress. X6 sighed. "With all due respect sir/ma'am. Wouldn't it be better to get bullets dug out of you by sterile equipment?" Sole stopped and thought for a moment. "Holy crap, you're right. Well then, what are we waiting for?" X6 muttered a barely audible "We're waiting for you to accept the obvious answer," before calling in a teleport request.<p/></p><p/><b>Desdemona:</b> She couldn't believe it. One of her best heavies knocked out on the ground. They fainted because they saw a molerat. Now Des has to make sure that none of the 'savage beats' could attack Sole. A few minutes after Desdemona was done, Sole woke up. Des wasted no time in chewing out Sole, putting emphasis on them needing to get over their molerat phobia.<p/><b>Maxson:</b> Maxson would be lying if he said that he wasn't scared shitless. What with Sole bleeding on the ground, and him being the only one who could fight against the rest of the gen-1 synths that infested a building near the airport. He long ago told Sole to not get up no matter what. Somehow, he destroyed all of the synths, and let the tension leave his body. Until it came back when he heard Sole's ragged breathing. He spun around and told them to hop on his back. He didn't know a thing about medicine, but people around the airport do. When he arrived, he was dead tired, but he managed a smile when the doctor that took Sole told him that that'd be alright.<p/><b>Father:</b> He was absolutely mesmerized by Sole's fighting ability. So much so, that he didn't hear Sole's warning. They had to tackle him out of the way, which made them take they blow he was about to receive. He was stunned for a moment, but when he saw that Sole was standing back up with blood running down their face he scrambled back to his feet. "Mother/Father! Let me-" Sole cut him off. "No Shuan. It's my duty as your parent to protect you. Let me." It tore him up to do so, but he obeyed. He never looked up more to his parent than at that very moment.<p/></p><p/><b></b> ______________________
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:D Soooo. @lhugbereth and I were bonding over our love of slutty bottom Noctis and this idea sort of spawned. So here is your obligatory teaser, because I’m good like that. 

Ignis and Gladio catch Noctis in a lie, and a very compromising position. Noctis is rather unapologetic and this doesn’t sit right with his retainers. There’s spanking and gagging in this teaser but uh. The actual story will have other things. Such things. (OT4, in various combos, Noct/Others)


If Ignis was being totally honest he felt a little badly about snatching Prompto from in front of the school, dragging him around the building and away from from curious eyes (Ignis was confident being dressed in the royal colors would ensure no one would come following them), and slamming him against the wall. It wasn’t very nice and Prompto looked like he’d just seen the face of Ifrit, as opposed to Gladio’s snarling visage, but when it came to Noct that couldn’t afford to beat around the bush. Not even with Prompto who they were both relatively fond of.

Besides it wasn’t as if he had physically done those things. Gladio had done the actual snatching and was the one glowering down at Prompto now, Ignis had just followed and looked as menacing as possible. Which was, judging by how Prompto was shaking and whimpering even when he looked past Gladio at Ignis, fairly menacing. Good to know.

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anonymous asked:

Kissy prompt: Cassian decides to woo Jyn like a gentleman and Jyn didn't know how to handle that.

Thank you for this FUN prompt, nonnie!! Sorry it took me so long. Hope you enjoy it!!

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It had been six months since the harrowing Battle of Scarif, and in that time, the members of the Rogue One crew had continued to work together on a variety of missions. Jyn had kept her brevet rank of Sergeant, and Cassian had assumed full command of the unit.

           Well. In name only, really. He consulted with Jyn on almost everything, trusted her judgment as much as his own, and refused to take on any mission that she wasn’t wholeheartedly onboard with. Their ranks weren’t equal, but they might as well have been. Kaytoo had a knack for remarking on this at all the wrong times, as well as keeping track of how many times Cassian responded irritatingly to him about it. So far, the number seemed to be disproportionately high and, as Cassian had to said to Jyn after an early morning meeting the previous week, possibly inflated.

           This week, however, there would be no comments from Kay about rank equality. No “You should listen to what Cassian says, Jyn. He’s the ranking officer here.” No rattling off of statistics from Cassian’s last physical recertification tests to prove how capable he was, which only served, in the end, to impress no one and not only embarrass Cassian, but put him in a foul mood. No, this week, there were no upcoming missions, nothing the crew needed to be doing, and nothing for Kay to comment on – at least not as far as rank was involved. He would inevitably find something to irritate him, but at least it would be on a different topic.

           The Rogue One crew did not like being grounded, and that usually meant they got into some sort of trouble on base. Baze destroyed the firing range with his cannon, Chirrut made groups of rebels so peaceful and calm that some deserted “to live as the Force wills it,” Jyn put at least two recruits in the medbay during hand-to-hand combat training, and Bodhi backed out of bets to race the other pilots on speederbikes and sulked into a beer at the end of the night in a corner. For his part, Cassian made himself scarce, explaining away his crew to command when he had to, but otherwise keeping his head down as he always did.

           He also spent that time trying not to talk himself out of what he’d put off for those six months: spending time alone with Jyn that had nothing to do with reports, missions, sparring, or tactics. He’d be the first to admit he didn’t have the first clue how this was supposed to go, or even what words to use, and he didn’t even have a single person to turn to for advice or guidance. He had considered asking Kay, but immediately thought better of it. Kay would most likely smack him (he had before). So he found himself, four nights into their weeklong stretch of mission-free time, standing in front of Jyn’s door like any other time…but this time, feeling stupid.

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moratheexplorer  asked:

Hello! I was rewatching an episode of season 4 and I thought of something. I remember that Joss said that in the beginning he didn't know which of Buffy's friends was going to be revealed as gay. We know he chose Willow and that is awesome, but what if he had chosen Xander? How different the show would've been with a gay Xander? Would Anya be a 'boy-demon'? Or she is the equivalent of Oz? Would the Dark!Willow arc still be there but with Oz dying or a new male love interest? What do you think?

This is a very interesting question, one that I’d never thought of before. I noticed that the writers had been building up the arc towards Xander’s coming out, which wouldn’t have been surprising at all if you’d been paying attention (there were a lot of hints here and there.) I wouldn’t change Tara for anything in the world, though, so that makes it a bit hard for me to imagine what it would’ve been like to have Xander as the token gay character (because, let’s face it, there’s no way in the world they would’ve had more than one main character be gay…)

On the one hand, I think it would’ve been quite interesting because it would’ve affected the group dynamics and Xander’s arc in a very different way. Would have Xander come to terms with his sexuality as naturally as Willow did? Would have his internalized misogyny been addressed and, more importantly, resolved? Would have he been able to be in a stable relationship like Willow did? 

The thing is, it’s really difficult to predict what the writers would’ve done with Gay Xander, considering they had a tendency to write arcs/plots not exactly in line with our expectations - sometimes that was occasionally a blessing and quite often a curse…

On the other hand, I have a very strong feeling that one thing would have been completely different had Xander been made the Gay Character. Willow’s lesbianism was NEVER treated as a joke. The writers were very much aware that they were providing viewers with very much needed representation, and regardless of how the Willow/Tara relationship ended (their BIG mistake), they never actively made fun of Willow or Tara for being gay. If jokes were made, they weren’t at the expense of them. The writers weren’t making Willow the laughing stock because of her sexuality. Quite the contrary, she was so comfortable in her own skin and with her sexuality that she was confident enough to address it in a jokingly way. (”I think I’m kinda gay” “I’m a breast gal myself.” “It’s a total loss of control, and not in a nice, wholesome, my girlfriend has a pierced tongue kind of way.”)

Now, if Xander had been the Gay Character, I think he would’ve been the butt of every joke, and not in a good way, just because that’s how they always treated Xander as a character. That’s just how I picture the writers would’ve handled his homosexuality, and that’s something that wouldn’t have sat well with me. So for more than one reason, I’m kind of glad they decided to go the Willow/Tara route. 

There is one scenario that just came to mind that I would’ve loved to have seen, though: Buffy, Willow, and Xander talking about boys. :)

Homecoming

Fandom: Naruto

Pairing: KakaSaku

Rating: Gen

Prompt: Same Age Au

Summary: After the Third Shinobi War ends, Sakura vows to never see her friends suffer again and leaves to pursue an apprenticeship with Tsunade. Upon her return, she’s more than happy to show off everything she’s learned to her oldest friend.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of characters. I am making no profit off of this and am only writing it for my entertainment.

A/N: No lie, the hardest part of writing this was deciding which characters get to benefit from me ignoring canon and which don’t. I went back and forth over who gets to live and who doesn’t forever. Well, that and the logistics of a Same Age AU are more difficult to get around than I expected. And fight scenes. Fight scenes are hard.

I’d also like to thank everyone for being so welcoming to me. Writing for a new ship is always nerve-wracking, and you guys have been lovely :)

Unbeta-ed.

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Sakura sniffed and rubbed the tears from her eyes. This time, she’d managed to keep from crying long enough to get to her secret hideout instead of breaking down in front of the mean girls at the academy. They didn’t used to pick on her so much the year before, but now that her best friend had graduated, there was no one to stop them. The only thing that had kept them at bay before was their respect and admiration for the class prodigy. Things had been different back then. Really different.

Sakura’s sniffles began to quiet, but tears still streamed down her cheeks for a completely different reason as she thought back on the change that had overtaken her friend. She barely saw him now that he had not only graduated, but been promoted to chunin. He was always out on missions or training all the time. Not to mention, on the rare occasion that he was home, he avoided everyone. He had become so quiet and serious ever since Sakumo’s passing…

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FMA AU Week Day 4 Prompt L: Overused but Well Loved

Words: 1998

This time it’s a modern AU. Based on some lovely art by @ignicule with their permission, ofc. Warnings for strong language from Edward.

It should also be noted that I do not support Roy/Winry in anyway; they are messing with Ed and in this, Roy loves Winry like a daughter.

Please don’t tag as Roywin


“I can’t believe I trusted him with her. I. Cannot. Believe that I trusted him. What was I thinking? I should have called Al home. What was I thinking?”

Riza sighed silently to herself, glancing to her companion who clutched nervously to his phone. She and Ed were away on a mission, too far from Resembool or Central to return quickly should anything arise. She was a little nervous too; Roy had a knack for getting himself into trouble when she wasn’t around, but he was also a grown man who could take care of himself and those around him. Ed had been aware of that when he asked Roy to check on his heavily pregnant wife who was taking up a hotel room in Central. Alphonse was away in Xing with his wife Mei visiting her family, otherwise Winry would have stayed in Resembool with him. Riza wished that Ed would remember why he had trusted Roy to keep her safe and well taken care of in the first place.

Roy absolutely adored Winry, after all, and would do just about anything for her, even more so now that she was with an unborn child. Riza wouldn’t be surprised when she got home if she found out that Winry ended up staying in their guest room, or Roy spent all day in her hotel room.

“He’s going to fuck up. He’s going to fuck up royally, and I’m going to lose my child. And probably her. …That’s it, I’m call–”

Riza strode over and plucked Ed’s phone right from his hands, where he had been staring at the still phone app for over a quarter of an hour. He protested and flipped onto his back on his bed, just in time to see her pocket it. “Edward. Winry still has two months to go. Winry can take care of herself. Roy is a responsible adult who knows how to take care of a pregnant woman.” His sister had gotten pregnant a little over a year ago, and he had Googled just about everything he had needed to know even though he obviously wasn’t the father, and had stayed with her the last half of her pregnancy. The baby had been born happy and healthy. Not to say that was Roy’s doing at all, but at least his doting hadn’t harmed his new niece in the least. “They’re going to be fine. If you want to ensure that the baby will be fine, then focus on the mission so we can get home as soon as possible. Alright?”

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I Didn't Want To Make You Choose

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Magnus barely breathed the words but Alec heard them.

“Of course. I just…I don’t know. I didn’t want to…”

Magnus turned around so that his back was to the balcony, his golden cat eyes piercing into Alec’s.

“You didn’t want to what?”

Alec bought his head down, staring at the floor, at his shoes, and he wished that he could take back everything he had ever done to hurt the man standing before him.

“I didn’t want to make you choose.”

Realisation dawned in the Warlock’s eyes.

“Choose? Between you and my people?”

Alec nodded.

“I…” But the Shadowhunter couldn’t find the words.

“Let me tell you something, Alexander.” Magnus’ voice was steadier now, less shaky, “Those Warlocks, every single one of them, are my family. My brothers and sisters. And I will choose them, my family, every time. Because they will be here when you are not.”

Pain flooded both men’s hearts at Magnus’ words. Alec’s face was wet with tears and Magnus stood, with his hands together, his breathing shallow.

“So, we never had a chance then, did we? Not really?” Alec whispered, more to himself than Magnus. As if he were trying to convince himself that it wasn’t entirely his fault. That this…thing between them was doomed from the start.

“We did. There were so many possibilities. And you, Alexander, I would have married you. We would have been a family. I would have stayed with you till your heart stopped beating and thought about you every single day for the rest of my life. I would have followed you to the end of the world, to the end of every world, if you had just trusted me.”

It was then that Magnus’ voice broke and the tears that had been building up behind the glamour of his eyes fell, ruining his make-up, staining his face with streaks of black. Glitter was splashed messily across his face like a constellation and Alec stared, because despite his pain, despite the fact that he was the one who had caused it, Magnus was beautiful.

It was bravery that made Alec stand up and love that made him wrap Magnus in an embrace.

“I’m sorry.” Alec said. It was simple but there was nothing else to be said. Alec had broken the heart of the man he loved.

6 The Lovers (Huedhaut × Reader)

Type: Alternative History (AU)

Background: Ancient Egypt

CP: Huedhaut × Reader

Warning: Mature


The Palace was roused by the sound of bell, piercing the cold night air and echoing among the chambers. People left their beds, wondered what had happened to Pharaoh, but queries were sealed beyond the doors. Followed your immediate orders Krioff led his men to isolate the main chambers and later joined Zyglavis and Scorpio with at least four hundred armed soldiers. They rushed to seal every door of the whole palace, locking people inside their own rooms. Only the ones who possessed a ring from Pharaoh could move freely.

You gave out four of your old rings - The hieroglyphics of “Queen __” were etched in gold or silver - With them Helena, Krioff, Zyglavis, and Scorpio could split up to execute their tasks. 

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Body Mods - Why They Happen to Sensible, Upstanding Kids

I was recently asked something to the extent of ‘what is the appeal with tattoos and piercings? why would you do that?’ At the time I whipped out a few lack-luster reasons (self-expression, sex appeal, pain) which only seemed to confuse and baffle the curious party.

Frankly I appreciate someone asking. I, and many people I know, get looks sometimes that just scream ’why?’ but no one ever really asks. It is not like its a secret. In fact one could assume its quite the opposite. What? You thought I got my lip pierced but didn’t expect anyone to notice?

So thinking through this encounter and others just like it that never happened I was left feeling like I should give a more satisfactory explanation, or educated guess.

So why do decent sensible kids these days get body modifications? Why tattoo yourself? Why put holes in places where they don’t belong? The simple answer? Because I can. It may be a hold over from adolescence but there is a deep feeling of entitlement and rebellion when it comes to body art. It’s like screaming 'this is mine’; it is my body and I’ll do with it as I please. You can take your judgments and norms and stick them in any one of your limited apertures.

The society that we live in screams at us to do so many, often contradictory things: to conform, to stand out, to succeed, to be cool, to be straight, to be wild, to get laid, to be good, to be naughty, to be yourself, to be geeky, to be open, to relax, to work harder. We try so hard to stand out and fit in all at once. Our brains identify and categorize and label at astounding speeds. All these things that define us for everyone else and ourselves. I can wear a suit and act like a bitch and get respect, but if I put on pajamas and act like a bitch I’m a street kid - and chances are I will take on these personas.

But even so the whole 'your body is your temple’ thing still holds true. This body is mine - finite though it may be. If we take Descartes at his word it’s true that our body doesn’t really matter, it’s our mind that define us. But with so much input and stimulation and pigeonholing and changing personalities, it is hard to hold on to what being authentically you really means. Let alone explain it to someone else. However no amount of conformity, or judgment changes the body I exist in.

Body art is a way of claiming yourself. Yes, to those around you but mostly to yourself. It connects your thoughts, your existence, to your body. You look at a tattoo and remember talking about it, drawing it, looking at pictures, looking at colors trying to decide if this was 'you’. You remember that moment were you wonder who 'you’ are.

You look at a tattoo and you remember the pain. You remember the butterflies sinking like squirming rocks in your stomach while the artists preps the equipment. You remember all the awkward positions you were in. You remember the sound. You remember the feeling of burning and pain, and you remember the minute you let it sweep over you. You remember the minute your face relaxed into that pain and you just let it happen.

You remember when all your focus, all your thoughts, were caught up in the fact that this body belongs to this mind, that this pain was a plan, a choice that you made.

Sure there are lots of reasons why people get body modifications. They are attractive, they make you look tough, but mainly they remind you of you. They set you apart from all the other struggling humans on the planet. Sure lots of people have lip rings but this one is MINE. I claim my body and my identity for me.

If you have seen Memento maybe that will help you understand. The difference is that your not trying to keep memories from slipping away, you are trying to keep yourself from slipping away into monotony, or conformity, or simplicity. They have the power to keep you from feeling like a tree lost in a forest. Body art is a reminder that autonomy and free will exist within you. Why? Because they exist on you.

Cheers!

Dalinar made a pretty decent cat, all told.

He was a stocky cat, a wide-faced tomcat with grey fur and discerning, light blue eyes. Anyone who happened upon this cat would not mistake it for any old stray, but a grizzled, experienced cat who would get first dibs at the food bowl and wouldn’t fall for any old fake-mouse-tricks.

He was also, unfortunately, very disoriented and confused; having just turned into a cat could have that effect. He stumbled on four paws, unused to the mechanics of it and struggling in the collapsed remains of his blue Kholin uniform, and—operating entirely on instinct—ran, a white sash catching around his shoulder and flapping between his grey, furred legs.

“Storms!” Kaladin cursed, and, not having had enough time to properly register what had just happened himself, he chased after Dalinar.

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Speak Away This Cloud of Fear | domestic!Aaross | G | 1k

Set in a canon-divergence in the first half of 2016; Ross and Moses stayed in the house Debbie abandoned and somehow Ross and Aaron began casually hooking up.


A soft spring darkness drifted through the open window. Gentle slumbering breaths rose and fell. The scream of an infant pierced the night.

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I Put a Spell on You

Hancock popped his last Mentat as he stepped into Goodneighbor. No need to ration them now. There’d been an issue with a group of Super Mutants making a camp a bit too close by and harassing—eating—some of the good folk coming in and out of his city. He’d personally went out to attend to the matter just so everyone knew he was back on his feet again after his “bender.” Scout had to go back up to Sanctuary to manage stuff there, but Nick had a possible lead for them about Shaun, and they’d promised to stop by Goodneighbor to meet up with him and get supplies before heading out. Hancock didn’t spot them hanging out with Daisy or kicking back on one of the benches out front though. He rolled the ‘tat beneath his tongue and sucked on it. Didn’t mean anything. Scout could handle themself out in the Commonwealth, and it might just be that they were already in the Old State House.

“Yeah, let’s just stand out in the cold like morons,” Fahrenheit said. “That’d be great.”

“Ah fuck off,” Hancock replied without any heat. “It’s good to be—”

Movement blurred out of his peripheral and then Fahrenheit shoved him behind her. She fired off a shot and there was a metallic crack, all before Hancock could turn and see what the threat was.

“This is a snowball.”

Scout’s voice. Scout. Shit.

“But nice reflexes,” they continued. “You should follow up on that promise to give her a raise, Mister Mayor.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you make a Gray smut scenario where you two are friends and you're spending the night at his house . You didn't bring any sleeping clothes and he gives you one of his shirts and gets slightly turned on, so it ends dirty xD thank you author-nim ^^

„Seriously…can’t you stop working on music for a moment?“ You whined out loud, but Gray didn’t pay any attention to you. You were sitting on the bed in his apartment, with your legs crossed while your arms were wrapped tightly around one of his pillows. You haven been silently watching him working on a new song for about two hours now. You really didn’t want to disturb his flow, but it was getting too boring. You waited for him to show any kind of reaction, but he didn’t. He did not even move an inch. You let out a frustrated sigh and buried you face into the pillow.

What you didn’t know was that he actually heard every word you had said. He just chose to ignore you. He was only pretending to work on music, in order to distract himself from you. You two were best friends since childhood. But these days, his body reacted differently around you. He couldn’t think straight anymore whenever you were near him. His mind was playing crazy and his heart began to beat in an irregular fast rhythm. When you touched him, his whole body tensed up and he would feel a tingling sensation in his tummy. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Are you taking prompts? I hope so, since you're an awesome writer and you write some amazing stuff. :) Here is the prompt, if you're up to it: Bilbo dies in the Battle of the Five Armies instead of Thorin. Thorin, in his grief, takes everything out on Gandalf (screaming at him and hitting him) and the old wizard takes it, feeling regret over how he didn't watch out for Bilbo the way he should have.

Thank you *bows. And this is late, but alas…

“No, oh no no no.”

Thorin has never heard the wizard’s voice so grieved and heart-broken. So he finds himself turning away from his badly wounded – but gloriously alive – nephews for long enough to watch Thranduil approach, followed by a second elf who carries a body.

Gandalf brushes past the dwarf sentries, ignoring even Thranduil solemnly coming to a stop. “We found him on the slopes of Ravenhill,” Thranduil says gravely, “I heard you were looking for him.”

His cool, clear eyes find Thorin. Abruptly, horror surges through Thorin’s battered body. There is only one member of his company not accounted for, only one they are still missing. But this cannot be, Bilbo came to warn them, and after that he must have gone back to Dale.

Should have gone back to Dale.

He never made it.

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anonymous asked:

Hi. Could you make me a Theo Raeken imagine in which he falls in love with y/n but he can't because he is working with the dread doctors but at the same time he can't stay away from her and she loves him too. They are at her house, just the two of them and he starts crying because the dread doctors said they would kill y/n if he didn't stay away from her and y/n conforts him and stuff? Lots of cuteness please

I’m sorry (Theo Raeken)

Theo had tried. He tried really hard to not fall for her. The girl with the charismatic smile, the contagious laugh, the beautiful soul, piercing eyes, straight A’s, and a heat of gold, a girl who seemed to have everything he ever wanted. He didn’t come here to fall in love. That wasn’t apart of the plan. But he couldn’t help himself.

After he had fell for her he did his best to avoid her not wanting to get her involved in the screwed up mess of his life. He didn’t make it far avoiding her because there was like a gravitational pull between the two. The feelings were mutual. Theo couldn’t give that up because it something he wanted. Something he craved. Something he knew he didn’t deserve but took the chance.

When he finally had the guts to ask her out and she said yes he figured that he could just keep her a secret from the doctors. That since she wasn’t apart of the pact that it wouldn’t matter. And he was right, for about four months he had kept her a secret. They had went on countless dates, they had movie night Fridays that specializes in cuddling, they had study dates, where one went you would usually get the other. They were stuck like glue. Everyone agreed that they were the cutest couple in school, always doing cute romantic things together not caring where they were. 

They were what everyone wanted until one night, the doctors had found out. They had threatened Theo that if he didn’t stay away from her they would kill the girl. That was his worst nightmare. He made his way to her house already in tears. This is the first time Theo had cried in years.

“Theo? Babe what’s wrong?” y/n asked when she opened the door.

y/n had previously known about the supernatural world seeing as her cousins were born werewolves, but even so Theo had kept her up to date with everything crawling in the night down Beacon Hills streets.

“I-I-I’m sorry.” he shook his head and sniffled, a lot.

“Come here.” she pulled him into a bone crushing hug and he held on tight. After a minutes in that position she pulled back and led him inside. They ended up on her bed with her rubbing his back as he continued to have quick unsteady breaths trying to calm down.

“Theo, you can tell me what happened.” he looked over at her and shook his head again.

“I am so sorry.” his breaths making the words sound like he was hiccuping. 

“Can you tell me what your sorry for?” she asked softly.

“They they told me t-that I had to-to stay away from you, or-or else…” he trialed off crying harder.

“Or else what baby?”

“They-they would k-k-kill you.” He cried into her shoulder as she held him.

“I am so sorry.” he mumbled into her shoulder. She shushed him calmingly.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not. y/n I have to break up with you.” he sniffled multiple times.

“Hey it’s going to be okay. I promise. One day when all of this is over you can come back to me okay?” he nodded as she ran her hands through his disheveled hair. 

“I love you so much.” his breath hitched.

“I love you too Theo.” she kissed his forehead since he was leaning on her.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with out you.” he started wiping his tears.

“You are going to do whatever you have to do then if you still love me you can come back, I’ll wait.”

“You will?” he asked shocked.

“Of course I will Theo, what we have is special and I’m not giving it up that easily. Besides you make the happiest I’ve been in my entire life. No one else would ever come close to that.” she said and for the first time that night he smiled.

“You’re really perfect, you know that?”

“No I’m not Theo.” she giggled.

“You’re perfect for me.” he said truly meaning it.

After about another hour of talking Theo finally left. Giving her one last kiss for now. He walked out of her house feeling nothing but sorrow but the moment he entered his house it had all turned to rage. He had broken practically broken everything in his room before collapsing and crying himself to sleep. 

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