i didn't see this in his tag and i wanted it sorry if it's already done

naruto good ending

naruto and sasuke leave the village together. sasuke says he doesn’t know if he can ever really be happy in the village that allowed the destruction of his clan. naruto vows to stay by sasuke’s side no matter where that may take him. naruto still visits his friends when they’re in the area and keeps in contact with everyone and tells them all about his adventures with sasuke and all the new friends he’s made along the way.

kakashi is blind and tired after the war and tsunade still has plenty of good years left so tsunade remains hokage and kakashi leaves to travel the world with guy. 

sakura runs konoha’s hospital with an iron fist and works tirelessly to enact tsunade’s plan of training medical ninjas and placing one on each team. she is a legend among konoha’s young girls.

ino works directly under sakura at the hospital. her world renowned garden of medicinal plants earns her a lot of respect.

shikamaru becomes hokage. he’s honestly the only one who’s suited for politics. he sees it more of a job than an honor but he doesn’t trust anyone else to do it and the townspeople actually admire the work he does. 

choji takes over for iruka and teaches at the academy. he frequently visits shikamaru in the hokage’s office for lunch dates.

neji is made head of the hyuga clan with hinata and hanabi working closely at his side. the three work to right the wrongs done to the side branch and usher in a new era for the next generation of hyuga.

tenten travels the world in search of legendary weapons. sometimes she goes alone, sometimes she brings lee and neji with her. included in her collection are the seven swordsmen’s swords. suigetsu hates her. 

lee remains a more traditional shinobi and takes on a team of his own. he also works closely with choji and makes it his mission to help any child in the academy who isn’t particularly skilled in ninjutsu or genjustsu.

sai is just happy to be there.

kiba gets a new puppy or something.

shino legally marries a bug.

Q&A with Simon D
  • Simon and you have been together for nearly 5 years and Simon has decided to do a short Q&A video with you. Simon has already tweeted out to his fans about the questions.
  • Simon: Hey everyone. Today [Y/N] and I will be answering questions from our fans.
  • You: What's the first question?
  • Simon: Someone's excited for this.
  • You: I only agreed to this because you promise you will let me choose what we eat tonight.
  • Simon: Shh I don't want our fans to know I bribed you into this. Ok, first question is where did you two go on your first date? Do you remember, babe?
  • You: Of course. But you always telling this story so you do it.
  • Simon: I asked her to dinner at my favourite restaurant, but after dinner I found out she doesn't like the place. [Y/N] asked me what I had plan next, I told her I was planning to go to the movies. She disagreed and we went to a bowling place after.
  • You: Dinner and a movie is boring babe. Sorry. But you had fun at the bowling place right?
  • Simon: Yeah it was fun. Here, read the next question.
  • You: What are your thoughts the first time meeting each other?
  • Simon: We actually met a club. It was an after party for some show. I was sitting in the VIP section and I saw her dancing from across the room. I thought wow that girl CANNOT dance.
  • You: Hey!
  • Simon: I'm just joking. But yeah, my first thought was wow she is so sexy so I got up and asked for her name.
  • You: Yeah, I remember seeing this guy who's wearing a grey GUCCI sweatshirt walking up to me and I thought, who in their right mind wears a sweatshirt to a club. Like it's so hot and stuffy in there. Then my second thought was he probably smells because I could see his sweat.
  • Simon: And do I smell?
  • You: Sometimes.
  • Simon: So [Y/N] what is the most romantic thing that I have done?
  • You: Hmm, for our one year anniversary we celebrated it at home. I had a long day at work and I told him I was fine with some take-out but this guy here surprised me. He made dinner, put rose petals on the bed and candles were everywhere.
  • Simon: I have many romantic things and you choose that one?
  • You: Yeah but I think that's the most romantic. Next question.
  • Simon: What are each other’s worst or annoying habits? [Y/N]'s most annoying habit is buying so many clothes and not wearing them. Some clothes in her closet still has tags on them. And when we go out she says she doesn't have anything to wear so I tell her to wear the clothes she bought a month ago. And when we are ready to go out, I would think she's wearing the new clothes but she wears her old clothes. Her clothes are taking up my side of the closet.
  • You: Whatever. You should buy another closet for yourself then. And don't forget you sometimes kick the blanket off the bed when we're sleeping. I'm always getting up and picking the blanket up. Learn how to keep the blanket ON the bed and I'll try to stop buying so much clothes.
  • Simon: Okay okay, I'll try. So the next question is what is your ideal date night?
  • You: I don't think we do a lot of date nights, right babe?
  • Simon: No, we don't. We prefer having lunch together.
  • You: Yeah, lunches, breakfast or brunches. We prefer spending the day together. But also, Simon sleeps super early. He gets into bed around 8:30pm. What old men do.
  • Simon: Hey! I'm not old.
  • You: Whatever you want to believe. Hmm the next question from this fan is a little out of the blue.
  • Simon: What is it?
  • You: Are there any weird fantasies/kinks that you have or into?
  • Simon: Weird fantasies or kinks? We don't have weird kinks.
  • You: Omg Simon. You just implied we have weird fantasies. I don't want to answer this one. I'm going to get a drink.
  • Simon: No, no sit down. You're staying right here babe.
  • You: I'm just going to cover my face then.
  • Simon: I won't go into too much detail or give our fans too much information. Actually I'll just say it in three words. Ready? Ok, toys and accessories.
  • You: Omg you did not just say accessories. What is that suppose to mean?
  • Simon: I told you, I'm not saying anything more. And baby, you should know what the accessories are..
  • You: Let's move on.
  • Simon: Okay last question, do you two have any funny, embarrassing sex stories? Wow our fans are something hey?
  • You: Haha yeah. I know one embarrassing story. Can I tell it?
  • Simon: Are you talking about the one with the phone call?
  • You: YES! Ok so we were at home and in the middle of 'it' , well actually we were both 'nearly there', when Simon's phone rings. The phone was on the bedside table and I asked Simon if he needed to get that. He shook his head and all that came out of his mouth was "Jay, Jay, Jay". Now imagine, you and your partner having the time of your life, you know, and your partner decides to call out his work mate's name when you're about close. It was so weird, yet extremely funny. Oh and if you didn't guess, the person who called him was Jay.
  • Simon: Please stop talking now and I'm surprised you could actually ask me a question when you're in the zone babe. Kudos.
  • You: I didn't say the exact words. I muttered, gosh. Anyway can I tell them what I told Jay the next day.
  • Simon: Aww, do you have too?
  • You: Yes. The fans deserves the whole story. So the next day, we saw Jay at the office and I blurted out what happened. I said to Jay, "my boyfriend busted a nut to you".
  • Simon: Okay okay. No more discussing this story and let's end this Q&A. You've gone too far babe.
  • You: Fine. And we're having ramen and dumplings tonight.
Land Next to Me: Chapter 3

A/N: Woah this was longer than I planned-way over. This is almost twice the amount of chapter one lmao but anyways, here you guys go!! We’re back to Lucy’s POV now and things are escalating quickly!! 

Thanks @canasexual for being a lovely beta for this!! Honestly made this chapter so much better! <3 

Fandom: Fairy Tail/the 100

Rated: T

Words: 4369

Pairings: Nalu, eventual Gajevy and Jerza

Summary: Three hundred years since the human race has set foot on Earth, one hundred teen prisoners are sent down with nothing but their wits and each other. Even though she’s just as scared as everyone else, Lucy Heartfilia will do anything she can to make sure they survive.

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Chapter 3: Revenge Isn’t Justice

“Levy, I don’t know what to do,” Lucy cried as she kicked her bed, frustrated. “Don’t the people deserve to know they’re going to die in three months?”

Lucy was fucking terrified. Old memories ate at her, her stomach in knots while the rest of her body felt numb. If she had just kept her mouth shut, then maybe Levy…


Broken. Bleeding. Dying.

Her breathing was haggard and heavy, her mind a jumbled mess with her thoughts disconnected and running rampant. They had somehow made it back to the camp, she surmised after looking up and seeing the dropship. She stumbled forward a few steps with tears freely flowing down her face, distorting her vision. She moved her hand to wipe the tears from her face and grimly realized that she was shaking.

A broken cry ripped from her throat as she hunched over as she felt her chest constrict. Her hands moved to grip her hair in an unsuccessful attempt to regain her composure, her thoughts and emotions completely overwhelmed by guilt and fear.

It was all her fault.

Levy was only on the ground because of her. Lucy had confided in her and told her about her mother’s plan to let the people of the Ark know that it was dying. She never even thought to consider the possibility someone could overhear them.

Lucy clutched the bracelet on her wrist, thoughts of her mother and her pointless death running through her mind as her stomach lurched up to her throat. Maybe if she tried to stop her mother, tried to convince her that she had been wrong, maybe she’d still be alive, maybe Levy and Lucy would still be in space where it was safe. At least, safer than the ground.

But her mom wasn’t wrong. The people did deserve to know.

And they never would.

She could hear voices getting closer, her body still bent over with her hands on her knees as she  tried to catch her breath. She had to stay strong.

Or, at least, look it.

With great amount effort and the little energy she had left, Lucy stood up, back straight, wiping away the tears that still fell from her face.

“What the hell happened?”


She wanted to laugh. Of course Jellal would be the one doing the questioning. It was only natural for the kids to look up to him after all; he was technically an adult and they were just a bunch of adolescent criminals who were sent down to save the lives of the innocent.

“We’re not alone,” she breathed out, staring him dead on. She saw his eyes widen, shock and confusion appearing on his face. There were mutters coming from all around her at her words, and she could hear them try to figure out what she was talking about. “There are survivors. Levy, she…” she trailed off. She couldn’t say it. It would only make it too real—too painful.

“She got hit.” She heard Loke finish and she gave him a half smile out of thanks. Her breath hitched at the look on his face—eyes red and jaw tense. He was trying to be strong, but she could tell that he was breaking down just like the rest of them.  

Her ears picked up the sounds of whimpering and her heart broke as she turned her head to see Jet and Droy with tears running down their cheeks, staring at the ground with an arm wrapped around each other. She felt her tears come back—though she doubted they even stopped in the first place—at the sight. They loved Levy just as much as she did, maybe even more.

“We need to go back for her. She could still be alive.” It wasn’t a question—Lucy needed backup. It was true they didn’t know what was out there, but there was no way was she leaving Levy for dead. “You have to come with us, Jellal. You have to help us.” Her voice cracked at the end, her words filled with pleading and desperation.

Lucy hated to ask him, she really did.

But he had a gun, and Levy was more important than her personal feelings.

She could see the pain, the conflict, in his eyes. He didn’t know Levy, hell, he didn’t even really know her. There was no reason for him to help her. More importantly, they now had more life-threatening issues to worry about, like the fact that there are survivors who potentially wanted to kill them all. The crowd started to raise their voices and she could tell panic was starting to settle in with everyone and she was slightly surprised it didn’t happen sooner.

“No,” Jellal stated, voice firm, “it’s a bad idea. We’d only get ourselves hurt—killed. We need a plan; you need to think this through, princess.” His eyes we’re focused on her as he crossed his arms in resolve.

It’s not like she expected him to say yes.

But it still hurt.

“We need to build a wall,” he shouted as he turned to the crowd of teens surrounding them, “make a defence to keep them out.” She wanted to yell, to scream at him to stop being such an idiot, but he wasn’t. A wall was a good idea. She could admit that. It would hopefully keep the grounders at bay, make it known they weren’t welcome. But right now, to her, it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered except saving her friend, and she’d be damned if she stayed to build a wall when she could be saving a life.

“What if it was Wendy?” she demanded, hands moving to her hips as she took a few determined steps forward, mustering up a look she hoped was intimidating. She had to look in control. His face contorted to one of complete shock and she saw his jaw clench, his hands curl into balls. His features changed to one of anger as he strode towards her, and for a moment, she was scared. She stood her ground, however, not backing down from his towering frame. She knew she made him think twice, that he might change his mind, because the reality of the situation started to sink in, she could see it in his expression, the way his body was tense.

She could only hope to God that he did, because she needed him.

“But it’s not,” his voice was low, tall frame looming over hers, “it’s not Wendy. I don’t know Levy, she’s not my only responsibility. And if I can save ninety-nine lives over one, I’m going to.” She crumpled at his words, shoulders shaking as she held back her tears.

Her teeth chewed the inside of her cheek, not knowing what to say. Because he was right, Levy was one life out of a hundred. She didn’t matter to him.

But Lucy couldn’t help but hate him for it anyway.

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anonymous asked:

Ohhh can I request “I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!” #99? Your writing is fab!

THANKS FOR THIS REQUEST, HON!I tried to go off the beaten track here, but I struggled a bit in the end. But it’s kinda good??? i guess???? I’m not used to short stuff, so I hope this suffices! sorry in advance •∆•

She had ran.

Uraraka had ran straight out of that madness. Her hair had been disarrayed from innocent eavesdropping from behind the corner, shirt wrinkled from clutching its fabric too hard after the reveal, after such harsh words– oh, how easily they had come out of that man.

Her first instinct had been to step out of her hiding spot to beat the shit out of whoever was badmouthing her– but then, she saw him. Him, him, and a thousand times him. Uraraka had seen his shoulders shake, his hair reflecting the sun. His crimsom eyes had shaking upon seeing her, a flash of confusion spiralling through them and, suddenly, when her breath hitched, his heart did as well.

So she ran. Monoma and Shinsou stopped their conversation as Bakugou tried to register the fact that she had, not only heard them bad mouthing about her poor performance during the Sports Festival, but she hadn’t given him time to beat those shits to the ground.

Therefore, she sure thought that he was a douche, the disapproval blaring right to him and still pounding hard against his chest. He could hear her running away, just a few meters away from her.

“Stop right there, Uraraka!”

He didn’t mean to sound so rude and brash, but he was quick to anger and he wasn’t known for his patience. Bakugou ran through the corridors, stark naked of other students musing over their tag game.

When he had her in front of him, Bakugou couldn’t help but pounce. He jumped towards her and successfully tackled her to the ground. They landed with a loud “Oof!” and hissed.

“There was no need to be such a brute, Bakugou!”

“There was no need for you to go around running away, you piece of shit!” Bakugou suddenly became aware of her wincing form beneath him, so he leant back ‘till both were kneeling beside each other. “What were you doing there, playing damn hooky? What business did you have–”

“I was just passing by!” insisted Uraraka, caressing a sore spot on her cheek. Bakugou had this strange urge to tend the little mark, and felt a bit guilty. “Besides, you were the ones talking sh–”

His hand came slapping her mouth shut. “I am the one who gets to swear here, not you.” and when he felt her deflate, he removed his hand and proceeded to glare the shit out of her. “Don’t go making fucking assumptions about what those nerds said, Uraraka.”

“They were insulting me, Bakugou.” retorted Uraraka, a bit choked up. “And you didn’t even–”

Bakugou, not knowing how to approach the situation kindly, tapped her forehead hard to interrupt her nonsense blabber. It did the trick, as she started rubbing the spot with a bandaged hand– a previous awry match against half-n-half, he remembered.

“Will you stop interrupting me?”

“You are the one who has to fucking stop being a brat, and listen to me before jumping into conclussions.” spat Bakugou as his index finger poked on her forehead, making her feel childish. “You didn’t even fucking give me time to–”

“But you do think so anyway, right?”

Bakugou blinked at her, flabbergasted and a bit lost regarding what the fuck she meant with that meek, low voice of self-doubt he despised to hear from her– yes, her.

“You do think I was weak during the Sports Festival.” her hands were clasped on her lap, looking at them as she fidgeted with her thumbs. “Even if it has been so long, you do believe I didn't–”

“Shut your damn mouth already.” interrupted he, susprisingly gently but undoubtingly obnoxious. “I didn’t almost give you a consussion to have you bitching about what brains and bastard said about you, don’t make me the bad guy.”

Her agape mouth closed with that single command, and she obediently waited for him to defend himself. Bakugou rummaged through his full-fledged dictionary of smart words and… found it to be all blurry because this goddamn woman was too patient but she had just gone and made the worst assumption about him– and she was probably the only one that he wanted to impress, or at least be civil with.

So he… spoke, kind of. “You didn’t give me fucking time to defend you, Uraraka. It’s true that you lost that match, but you were by far the one who gave the most of yourself when it came to will and initiative.” explained he, all discourses and encouraging speeches long scrapped. “I enjoyed your fight far more than I did with those other losers– you made me think and act quickly, and I risked my hand while doing so.”


He wordlessly seized her jaw and shot up his hand. A tiny bruise was painted on a side of his wrist, pink and short. “You gave me this. This fucker is small, but it’s one of the very few I have. You can’t fucking imagine how hard my hand throbbed after that move of yours.”


“I don’t care what others say about you, it’s all bullshit and I am one of the very few who actually knows your potential.” spat he unkindly, despite his words being encouraging and careful. His rash tone was a given, it seems. “Instead of moaning about how those losers are shitting on you, what you should have done is go there and beat the shit out of them.”

“How do you think I can do that when a… classmate of mine is standing there and not defending me? I was torn between running and slapping you hard.”

“Would slapping me have done any good? It is not my obligation to defend you all the time. I don’t enjoy having to talk to pissheads about your power, I have better things to do rather than–”

The saved slap came flying to him, and it left him speechless. A deep frown crowned her pretty features. “Stop talking to me as if you had just saved my life. You know that I have done my feats at Gunhead.”

“But me knowing about it won’t do any fucking good to your image.” retorted he, his fists clenched as his teeth were gritted. “I know you are strong, but your current worry should be to give a damn about what the world thinks of you– and don’t you ever fucking think you are not strong, Uraraka.”

“I know my capacities, Bakugou.” answered she, softly. “I was just discouraged and tired.”

The ashen blonde was quick to his feet upon hearing she was tired, but he didn’t bother to offer her a hand. “I guess I can forgive you for being a wuss once.”

Uraraka started to thread her hair, a sign of clear distress she displayed way too often lately. She smiled nonetheless, and tried to stand up. “Well, everyone can–”

She stiffened as her ankle bent and made a futile attempt to support her weight. Bakugou only arched an eyebrow in response and sighed, tired as fuck of seeing her struggle with everything. Next, she’s be hyperventilating over a broken window. “You twisted your damn ankle.”

It wasn’t even a question, just a plain, straight accusation. Uraraka seemed to be just fine though, but he could see right through those alarmingly squinted eyes. “No biggie! I can walk just–”

His arms came around her and, in a moment, she was on his right shoulder, marching towards the infirmary. “Not gonna be your personal carriage ever again, Uraraka.”

“This was your fault–”

“You were too much of a baby to stay put an let me explain facts to you, Uraraka.”

“You didn’t need to rugby-tackle me, thou–”

He gave her a shake to just stop her bitching, and unconciously rubbed her back with a snarl. It seemed like she was offended by his rudeness, as she remained silent for half a minute, and the thought stirred something awkward inside of him.

Yet, she was thinking about something else.

“You could stop interrupting me as well, you–”

His hand punched her lower back so he could walk in peace, distracted from her presence to make the walk as normal as possible– so he wouldn’t think about her smell, her warmth, her everything, but when she started banging his back with her little hands–

then, he was floating. And he didn’t seem to be so willing to aid her anymore. Still, he held onto her.

“Fuck off already, Uraraka.”

arielfabulous  asked:

18. Larry. DO IT 💖💖💖💖

18.  This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had.  Of course I’m in.“

Harry couldn’t believe his life had come to this — huddled by himself in a dark, dank shower stall in the third floor bathroom of Whitacre Dorm at 2:00 am, clutching a de-boxed roll of plastic wrap and cursing himself for being so susceptible to peer pressure.  So susceptible to one peer’s pressure in particular, actually.  

“Louis?” Harry hissed in a whisper. “Lou?”


There had been absolutely no sign of Louis since he’d broken for the toilet stalls on the other side of the bathroom over ten minutes ago to make sure the coast was clear, and Harry wished he knew what to do.  Louis was the mastermind of this prank.  He was always the mastermind of their pranks, and there had been absolutely no discussion of any contingency plans.  It either worked or it didn’t, that seemed to be Louis’s motto.  

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A/N: “Internal Affairs” spec, I guess. 915 words.


“Do you accept the charges?”

Martin Deeks dreaded his mother’s hearing those words.  He wished he could think of a way to keep her out of this, but she would find out eventually.  He’d rather she find out from him.

The cop handed him the phone’s receiver, and his palms were already beginning to sweat.  He wondered how long he’d actually be able to hold his grip.  He nodded to the officer a non-verbal, “Thank you.”  He knew how this worked.  If you were polite and cooperative, you would get all the calls you needed.  They were free as long as they were local.  He’d use one for the lawyer.  His first one, though, he’d need for his mother.  Unfortunately it was long distance and would cost her money.  And grief.  God. He could only imagine the grief.  

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