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Speedy Recovery - Seth Rollins x Reader

Request by @lclb13

Summary - You request time off to help Seth recovery from his injury at home, and the two of you get very close. One thing leads to another, and you end up doing a lot more than helping him recover. (Kevin the doggo also makes a few appearances ;) ) 

Warnings:- Smut, Fluff, Swearing

Word Count- 2,103

@fandomfreak202

Crews to gif owner, my gif maker still wont work :( 

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//Here to Watch the Game//

Word Count: 1254

Group: NCT U/127

Member: Taeyong

Warnings: SMUT 18+ read at your own risk 

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh


“Hurry up Y/N!”
Your best friend, Taeyong yelled as he sat on the couch, soda in hand. You were at his house to watch the latest soccer match. You rolled your eyes as the sound of the microwave beep interrupted your groan.  You grabbed the popcorn and walked over to him, placing it next to his hand as you sat next to it.  

“Do I get a thank you?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“How good the popcorn is.”

You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder as he threw a popcorn into his mouth, smirking as he caught it.
“He shoots, he scores!”, you yelled as he smirked and chuckled while you clapped.
“You’re adorable.”, he murmured, looking into your eyes as yours met his.  

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One Last Goodbye (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengera

Warnings: Death, mourning. 

SUPER SAD!!!!!!!

Request: hello! I was wondering if you could write a reader x avengers where the reader died during a mission. Fury give Tony a USB key and told him to watch the video with the rest of the avengers. on the video the reader is talking about how much she loved them and tells each avenger little facts that she loved about them and she thanks them for being her family. I don’t know if that make sense.. sorry I’m french :) thank you if you write my request. bye, I love you xx


Originally posted by captainbuckybarness

Originally posted by crimson-oceans

It had been a month.

You had gone on a mission alone. They didn’t have a specific time for you to come back, and you were undercover, so the avengers didn’t bat an eyelid when you didn’t call in and didn’t come back in over a month. But then they heard the news.

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With All My Heart - Part 7

Word Count: 2913

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Medical situations, some self loathing/self esteem issues

A/N: Tags for this series are closed. Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always appreciated

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Jensen sat at your bedside long after all the tests had been done, running his thumb over your knuckles. He’d sent Jared home after a lengthy argument that he’d be fine to wait alone, that he should go get some rest and be with Gen and the kids. They’d loaded you up with so much medication there was really no way to tell when you’d fully wake up anyway. He promised to call if anything changed.

He was half asleep when your free hand shot up to your face, clawing at the oxygen mask to try and get it off. “Shh, Y/N, stop.” Jensen grabbed your hand and lowered it back down, waiting for your eyes to stop wildly searching the room and focus on him. “It’s ok, you’re alright. You gotta keep that on, though. At least for now.” You fought against him, determined to get the mask off your face. It felt oppressive and claustrophobic and you had no idea you were even in a hospital or why he was forcing you to wear it but you wanted it off and you wanted it off now. “Sweetheart, calm down. I need you to calm down. Stop fighting and I’ll explain everything and then I’ll get a nurse and see if we can get the mask off, ok?”

You finally stopped struggling, relaxing against the bed and taking in your surroundings. “Why am I in a hospital?” You finally asked and Jensen smiled at the sound of your voice. He was starting to think you weren’t able to speak.

“They said you probably had a mini stroke.” Jensen answered. “They ran a bunch of tests and I told ‘em about how sick you were when we met. There’s no really easy way to tell you this…”

“So tell me.”

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Who would be an angry crier in check please??? My first thought was Nursey bc he’s emotional ™, I think he’s more of a happy crier (Ex: Sees a small animal- tears up). My next thought was Dex. Dex is stubborn and gets irritated/ annoyed by little things which can be overwhelming at times and he has the potential to get so angry he bursts into tears. Ok now this is gonna get a little crazy…. But what if….. Nursey and Dex are fighting again and Dex gets so frustrated he starts crying. And the argument stops and Nursey is in shock for a second but then starts consoling Dex. And Nursey tucks Dex in his bed and then slides in next to him before Dex can even protest. Nursey starts rubbing circles on Dex’s back in silence. It only takes a few minutes before Dex is asleep and just before Nursey drifts off he wraps his arm around Dex’s waist and pulls him closer.

me: ok,,, im not making the mistake i made season 2. If this is like last time, season 3 of voltron isnt gonna be on netflix until 3 am where i live,, there is no way im gonna start watching the whole thing from 3 am all the way through until the end. i was an emotional wreck and half asleep and like crying by 7:30 i cant do that to myself again 

also me, on august 4 probably: 

theother-fiftyone  asked:

prompt 7 (please... just leave me alone) with boyf riends?

Sorry it took me so long! Exams have been a bitch :/
Any who, thank you for the prompt!

7 - “Please… just leave me alone”

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BANG BANG BANG BANG

The walls were closing in, everything was going dark and all Michael could do was sit there helplessly in the bathroom tub. Knees huddled up to his chest, he closed his eyes and tried to let his mind wonder out of this hellish hole he had been trapped in for the past few hours.

He saw the people outside the door that were still parting till dawn, without a care in the world. Most of them didn’t even know that Michael existed. He saw Rich, frantically dancing through the hallways of Jake’s house, yelling something about Mountain Dew Red. Michael thought back for a moment to the days where he could sit in the peaceful room of his basement, chugging the fruity flavoured drink. Those were his favourite times - a time before everything went to shit and he lost his best friend over a super computer.

He saw Jake, who was currently making out with Chloe in one of the many bedrooms of the household. Yet another feature of the house Michael detested. It was big - way too big and whenever Michael tired to escape the hell that was the bathroom the giant would suck him back in.

He saw Christine and Brooke dancing the night away in their Halloween costumes, laughing and smiling without a care in the world. At least they were allowed to smile. ‘It isn’t fair,’ Michael thought when he saw them - saw how happy they both were. He tried to copy them, tried to share in their joy but he just couldn’t. His brain was torturing him, teasing him with the prospect of being happy but dangling it just out of reach.

Finally, he saw Jeremy. His best friend. He was also smiling, watching the girls with his iconic dimples and his calming radiance. He was perfect. And completely different to Michael.

He didn’t deserve him. Jeremy could have done so much better the last twelve years, it was surprising it had taken him this long to realise that. Michael replayed the scene again and again in his head - “Get out of my way, loser”.

Jeremy was right. He was a loser. Here he was, at the biggest party of the fall, cramped and locked inside a small bathroom with nothing but his hoodie to keep him warm. His tears had begun to dry on his cheeks as there were no more tears to shed. Michael was wrong to think he was ever deserving of Jeremy. He was… nothing compared to him.

Michael closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like if he could just disappear, right here right now, leaving no trace of his existence behind to burden anyone. Everyone at the party wouldn’t know otherwise of the boy in the bathroom who disappeared during a party, never to be seen again.

Everything was red now, a burning brick red. The walls of the bathroom were lit up by the flames engulfing the room and from the bath Michael watched the hypnotic fire. Maybe it would take him away. Maybe this was his escape.

“Michael…” he faintly heard a voice but chose to ignore it and continued to stare at the bright yellow flame in front of him. He wondered what his parents would say, to find their son had died a miserable death in a house fire at a party. Not that they would care, Michael barely knew them they were so distant. Maybe they wouldn’t even notice.

“Michael!” The voice was a louder now and Michael could recognise it. He wish he hadn’t.

“Please… just leave me alone.” He pleaded helplessly, knowing all too well who that voice belonged to. No, this was for the best. If he disappeared, Jeremy wouldn’t have to worry about him being around anymore. He could get even more popular, make even more friends and have a better life without Michael. With that thought in mind, he slowly began to reach towards the flames.

No one needed Michael. No one even knew his name. He was nothing, nothing to Jeremy. Just a boy in a bathroom-

“MICHAEL!”

Michael’s eyes snapped open and immediately his brain processed what had happened. It was a dream - a nightmare. Michael wasn’t back at last year’s Halloween party, he wasn’t left alone in the bathroom or surrounded by the burning building. Michael was in bed with his boyfriend Jeremy, clinging tightly to his t-shirt and he slowly came back to reality. He noticed his cheeks were moist, he was crying in his sleep. Jeremy must have noticed and woken him up.

Slowly, he looked up to meet his boyfriend’s bright blue eyes, his iconic dimples, his calming radiance. It was all there, and it was all his.

“Michael are you… are you ok? You started shifting in your sleep and then I noticed you were crying so I tried to wake you up and-”

Michael cut him off with a quick peck in the lips and pulled away to lock eyes with Jeremy. He smiled, curling himself tightly around him. Everything was perfect.

“I love you Jeremy.”

He felt his boyfriend’s breath hitch for a second before returning the cuddle and closing his eyes, slowly drifting back to sleep.

“Love you too Mike.”

College AU's

Prompts inspired by actual college experiences I’ve had.

-were roommates and i saw you shaving your legs on top of my desk and ‘NO I’m nOT staring’ but holy hell your legs are fine

-We share a major and a few classes so we started talking and I accidentally spilled the beans about my horrible love life so now you’ve made it your mission to get me a date but you got so angry that no one was interested in me so you stepped in as my date yourself

-the classic ‘reach for the last piece of pizza in the lunch line at the same time and our eyes meet’ except I’m a glutton and ready to fite you for that pizza

-I’m walking home from a late night class when I eat shit on the ice and shout 'fUCK mE’ but your dorm window is open so you shout back 'when and where?’ And what why thE HELL DID YOU HANG OUT YOUR WINDOW TO SHOUT THAT?!

-we met at a college party blackout drunk but hey we hold each other’s hair back during the hangover so maybe we’ll work out

-'how you doin’ said lazily across the lounge during a movie night

-you’re the hot kid in the dorm across the hall from me and I’m super fricken shy but you always give me a smile when we pass each other and 'omG YOUre standing at my door asking for my number WhAT?!

-were both teachers of the same major but have very different opinions on how it should be taught and who the most important authors/researchers/artists in that field are. And now our students have gathered in the common green to watch us debate the fuck outta this once and for all (bonus points if one of them ends the debate by asking the other out) (double bonus points if they only say yes AFTER the students/other teacher dares them and bet money that they wouldn’t)

-we live on the same floor and I always seem to run into you when you’re in a towel coming out of the shower. We’ve never said anything about it until I come by with a tour I’m leading and when you see me you just shout 'SERIOUSLY?! Now you’re just doing this on purpose!’

-so you’re a senior in the dorm next to mine and I always here you screaming about some assignment that will be the end of your career as you know it. When your roommate started leaving the room during these episodes I knocked on the door with a mug of coffee/hot cocoa and I’ve never see someone cry so much over a hot beverage are you ok??

-I swear I’m not high I just like staring at the sky and speaking philosophy leave me alone.” “Bummer now who’s gonna smoke this pot with me?” “I never said I didnt smoke. Gimme the joint”

DerpCraft: How Many Dates Does It Take?
  • Galm: You know one of the things I really love about Smarty? It's that you can completely shut him down by talking to him about sex.
  • Chilled: *calls Smarty while he's not streaming, but everyone else is*
  • Tom: Oh my <i>god</i>, Chilled
  • Smarty: *answering the phone* Oh hey, I was just about to call you. I'm escaping work.
  • Chilled: Oh, awesome, cool, I just had a quick question. Uh, we haven't started yet, we're just getting things together. This is more I guess for my own personal thing, so don't talk to the other guys about this, uh-
  • Smarty: I can <i>not</i> hear you, hold on one sec
  • Aphex: *cry-laughing*
  • Chilled: Ok, how was work bro?
  • Galm: He's gonna reveal a bunch of private details
  • Chilled: You there though?
  • Smarty: Yeah, what's up?
  • Chilled: So, serious question, and I need to kinda know- after how many dates you have sex with a woman? Like, is it two? Three?
  • Smarty: ... What?
  • Chilled: Like, I'm just- I'm in three years of dates, like, is it three dates? Did I get the numbers confused? How many-
  • Smarty: Can I just ask you a question? Are you currently on the livestream?
  • Chilled: NO! We haven't started yet- Aphex, being typical Aphex, didn't show up yet. I think we said 5pm-
  • Smarty: Hold on, wait, what?
  • Chilled: So, three dates? Alright, we'll talk about it more afterwards, get back safe buddy.
  • Smarty: ... I can tell you're on the livestream right now
  • Aphex: <i>*wheezing*</i>
  • Chilled: I'm not livestreaming, cross my heart. I am not live streaming.
  • Smarty: ... I just checked <i>Twitter</i>?
  • Chilled: ... Well, maybe <i>they're</i> livestreaming. Smarty, I gotta go something's going on, there's a creeper in my house, bye Smarty-
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“yes y/n, i really love you.”

2% fluff surri

🍜

“y/n!” you jumped as you heard jackson’s loud high pitched scream from your bathroom.

“i’m back here!” you shouted back at him.

in less than a minute, jackson was standing in your doorway with the cheesiest grin on his face which made you smile. your smile grew even wider once you saw yugyeom.

it was something about his presence that made you feel like a kid in a candy store. you couldn’t deny it, you wanted him. the only problem was that he wasn’t good at english and your korean wasn’t that good. the most that you could say to eachother was ; “hey’s” “byes” “what are you doing’s” “i love you’s” “what do you want’s” etc. the simple list could go on but it still wasn’t enough. 

he thought that it was embarrassing that he couldn’t speak english as good as jackson and mark but you thought that it was adorable.

yugyeom wasn’t always adorable to you though. whenever you were feeling lustful, his room would be where you’d be…

“are you smiling all big because of me?” jackson sarcastically asked you as he walked over to you and hugged you.

“never.” you laughed and turned to yugyeom who was staring at you like it was all that he could do. “hey yugs.”

he dramatically shook his head and came back down to earth. “oh hey y/n!” he pulled you into his arms and attempted to squeeze the life out of you.

you took that time to inhale the smell of his clothes like you always did. something seemed a little different though, he smelled more seductive and sexy than sweet.

“you got some new colo-”

“yes, for you.” yugyeom accidentally spat out. you could hear jackson face palming himself in the background.

“he wanted to see if it smelled good to you. he didn’t actually buy it for you.” jackson attempted to clear up the awkward situation but you weren’t falling for it.

“what’s up? what’s going on?” you crossed your arms and walked out of the bathroom to the living area to sit down.

as expected, they followed behind you and down on each side of you, leaving you in the middle. “first off, i don’t wanna be in the middle.”

“yeah well you’re just gonna have to deal with it today. anyways yugyeom has something to tell you.” jackson said as he turned to yugyeom.

yugyeom’s eyes shot open wide. he’d be sweating bullets any moment now. “uhhh…i…uhhh.. jackson. translate.” he couldn’t get out what he wanted to say so he spoke in korean, but he still looked you in your eyes. all that you could understand was saranghaseyo [사랑하세요] (i love you) and jinjja [진짜] (really).

after yugyeom talked for a whole two minutes, jackson dramatically put his hand over his heart and shouted. “oh yugs yes, i love you too.” you guessed that he was pretending to be you since he called him ‘yugs’ which made you eager to know what was said.

“are you gonna tell me what he said?” you rushed jackson.

he sighed and clapped his hands together like he was about to start a meeting or something. “alright but promise me you won’t cry.”

“i don’t know why would i, thugs don’t cry.” you laid back in the chair and paid attention to jackson.

“look at yugyeom. look at yugyeom when i tell you what he said. look at yugyeom!” he literally got up and turned your head and body to face yugyeom. extra af.

“this is wei-”

“shit up i mean shut up y/n!” jackson cut you off. “ok so yugyeom said that he really really really really really loves you. he said that you’ve known each other for a long time and that he now he realizes that he likes you, that he’s in love with you. like he wants to date you, he wants to move on to the next step because it’s obvious that you two have chemistry. he said that he will learn english for you. then he said i love you in one of the highest form of respect that’s my boy!”

your eyes started to water as you unexpectedly threw yourself onto yugyeom and kissed him. “i love you too yugyeom, i love you so much..”

“we are… dating?” yugyeom stuttered as he spoke in english.

“yes! yes! yes!” you kissed him again.

“what the actual fuck are y'all kissing for?! and why are you on top of him?! you’re supposed to wait to have sex damn you just started dating!” jackson screamed.

you bursted out into lauhghter and yugyeom did the same although he didn’t understand but it was funny to see hyung act this way.

“we we’re friends with benefits, i’m sorry that we kept it secret.” you managed to get out. you sat up and wrapped your arm around yugyeom’s neck since you were basically sitting in his lap. he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your chest.

“tell me you’re lying..” jackson’s eyes got wide.

“i’m lying.” you laughed at his reaction. he placed his hand over his heart and let out the biggest and most dramatic sigh.

“but we’ve kissed a lot of times so you shouldn’t worry. ” you shrugged and exposed yourself like it was nothing.

“so y'all were…friends who kiss? when the hell did ya’ll have time to sneak away and kiss? is that what you were doing? i thought you were helping him with english when you two went to his room!”

“i guess so.” you replied with a sarcastic smile and turned your attention back onto yugyeom.

you ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead which made him smile wide, from ear to ear.

“i love you y/n.” his english accent was adorable. cuteness overload.

“i love you too. and i’ll study korean harder okay?” you responded in korean which shook yugyeom.

“this is so cute i did good..” you heard jackson mumbling to himself. “but damn after all this time they were kissing buddies..”

you didn’t notice but yugyeom gave a thumbs up to jackson. he was excited for the future that he had with you and he was even more excited to brag about how he was the one to get you.

mark? hurt. jaebum? hurt. jinyoung? hurt. youngjae? extremely hurt. bams? hurt. jackson? lowkey hurt but happy that he could help.

🍜

so yeah, you and yugyeom were official. you studied korean with mark while yugyeom studied english with jackson. sometimes you guys switched. it felt good to be able to communicate with each other better. showing affection to each other in front of others was weird at first but you two quickly got used to the salty stares. qts.

How I would like ATLA Ending to go
  • Zuko: There's something I absolutely must tell you after we face Azula.
  • Katara: Ok Zuko...
  • *Zuko goes and faces the already screw up Azula blah blah comes back*
  • Katara: Wasn't there something you needed to tell me?
  • Zuko: Huh?
  • Zuko: OH!
  • Zuko: Yeeeah, I almost forgot. I was gonna tell you...
  • Katara: ....
  • Zuko: ...that I am HELLA gay.
  • Zuko: for Aang.
  • Zuko: We fall in love.
  • Aang: Sorry we probably should have said something earlier before you get the wrong idea.
  • Katara: *starts crying*
  • Toph: *starts crying*
  • Sokka: *mouth open*
  • Mai: *kill mod*
  • Uncle Iroh: *starts crying but from happiness*
  • Ozai: *doesn't give a fuck and also in prison*.
  • Zuko & Aang: *preparing for marriage*

ninji-nibbles  asked:

im sorry to bother but can you just write something about the uf/ut sans and sf papyrus cuddling me and telling me that everything is going to be okay? I really need something to help I'm sorry

(*No need for apologies!  I’m sorry that you’re feeling down, and I really hope this does help.)


UT!Sans:

“hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?”

Sans is quick to wrap an arm around you, drawing you against his chest, his back resting against the couch cushions.  He tucks your head beneath his chin, his phalanges threading through your hair, lightly massaging the nape of your neck.  He’s patient–he’s always been patient–so he doesn’t need an answer right away.  

While he waits, he draws you closer, close enough to feel your heart beating in your chest against his ribs.  His body is always thrumming with magic, feeling vibrant despite being unyielding bone, and suddenly, your chest feels a little lighter.  

His magic has gripped your SOUL, just barely touching it–yet trying to alleviate the heaviness you’re feeling.  The touch doesn’t last long, but it’s soothing, and if you close your eyes, you can imagine you’re floating with Sans as your anchor to the world.  "it’s going to be ok, kid.  i promise.“  He chuckles lightly, his fingers rubbing little circles along your back.  "and you know how i feel about promises.”

UF!Sans:

When it comes to Red, the moment he sees what kind of day you’re having, he acts.  

One moment, you’re standing in the living room, trying to hold it together while he’s on the couch… and then, he blinks in front of you, his arms around you.  You lose your balance and start to topple backwards, but instead of your back hitting the floor… it hits his mattress.  He rolls to the side, dragging you against his chest, his large, fluffy jacket halfway engulfing you with the motion.  

His mouth is at your ear, his breath warm as it fans along your neck.  "sweetheart, don’t cry.  i can’t take your tears.“

It’s a genuine admission, one that’s murmured raw and lacking the usual growl.  His arms tighten around you.  "i’m gonna take care of it, ok?  just tell me what’s wrong.”  He doesn’t really expect you to–he’s used to keeping secrets buried beneath secrets himself–but if it’s something he can help with, he’s more than willing.  

He presses skeleton kisses against your cheek and forehead, before he changes position to hold you halfway across his chest, your cheek against his sternum.  "it’s gonna be ok, sweetheart,“ he assures as he pulls the covers over both of you, content to stay in his bedroom and lie in bed until you feel better.  "i’ll make sure of it.”

SF!Papyrus:

Papyrus spoons you in bed, one leg thrown over yours and his arms tight around you, your back pressed against his chest.  It’s better this way, where he can’t see your face–and you can’t see his.  That usual lazy smirk is gone, pulled into a grim line; he hates seeing you feel so stressed and so down.  "darlin’, it’s gonna be ok,“ he mumbles into your hair, nuzzling his nasal ridge against the top of your head.  "everything’s gonna be ok.”  

Words can be empty; no one realizes that more than him.  But these are words that he always wanted–no, needed–to hear.  Words that he’s begun to believe, ever since you showed up in his life.  

“just stay with me, right here,” he says, tightening his grip.  His phalanges find your hands and lace with your fingers, and he brings one of your hands up past your shoulder so he can press his teeth to the back.  "as long as you’re with me, everything’s ok.“

He ends up rocking you gently, his body curled protectively around yours.  He doesn’t let go for the rest of the night, not even when Sans bangs on the locked door and threatens to kick it down.  

me and @fanvillage are talking about andy being richonne trash and i’m crying bc imagine him writing the show?

“ok so there’s gonna be bi-monthly richonne sex episodes. god bless. let’s get writing. 💦💦 you know what nvm with yalls vanilla ima-cut-all-the-sex-scenes asses *starts writing furiously* ‘camera cuts to michonne licking me- i mean, rick, clean. the sunset pours through the windows, like my love for her pours out of my heart, accentuating danai- i mEAN michonnes beauty. walkers gather outside but rick doesnt care. he doesnt fuckign care fam bc this goddess loves him. they fuck all night r u mad. the end’ *stops writing* *takes pic of script with his flip phone* for my files”

Ok where do i start?
All that rank drops? Unpredictable high rank? My babies got eliminated?Incredibly fast announcement? ikyk team didnt get what they deserve? All donghyun screen time despite the fact that hes eliminated? Fun game with silly faces? Make up time? Samuel sungwoon and woojin finally got what they deserve? Guanlin shocked attacked face? Team making? Daniel and lil woojin hugging? My boy yongguk didnt make it? Or overall abt thIS CURSED EPISODE????

Nope. Im gonna cry so bye.

Me: *has finally finished crying from happiness of the new Yoi movie*
Me: *remembers the amazing headcanons and speculation this is gonna cause and the fanart and is already thinking of domestic viktuuri*
Me: *starts sobbing once more*

anonymous asked:

BRO I JUST HAD A DREAM ABOUT SEASON 3 AND CAN I JUST RANT ABOUT IT

lemme say this felt SO REAL. like I woke up thinking “man I need to watch the next episode, wait, tHAT WAS A DREAM ?!?! ok so basically they were on an earth like planet: it looked like it was 60s-inspired?? It was complete with a diner and everything and there was a beach n stuff. But I’m not really sure what happened, but something happened where lance got upset about (continued)

  (cont.) where lance got upset that the team wasn’t appreciating/trusting him enough to go on missions on his own, so he got really upset and ran away from the team. Later, an evil dude, probably sent by haggar, starts destroying stuff on the planet and the team was like ok we need to form voltron-wait where’s lance??? then you just see blue rushing in, trying to kill the alien, but instead, oh no, both team voltron and blue get pummeled and lance gets captured (continued)  

 (continued) and out of al, the members, keith gets the most upset and angry about lances capture?? The team does their best to do damage but the alien leaves. Then sometime later, keith starts yelling about how they needed to find him immediately, and everyone’s like “dude chill it’s gonna be fine” but eventually there’s a low camera shot of keith CRYING. like legit crying. I’m crying. The tears are just falling out of his eyes and he (continued)  

and he whispers “i don’t want him to get hurt…I don’t want to let him down anymore” and hunk and pidge give him a big hug and shiro pats him on the back like “everything’s gonna be alright keith. we’ll find him.” Then keith wipes his eyes and says “ok team voltron. let’s find our sharpshooter.” They fought n stuff at the beach and saved lance BUT I NEVER SAW THE ENDING CLEARLY so anyway im so sorry that was so long but I needed to rant,,, SORRY AAA IT WAS JUST SO GOOD AND REAL      

tag yourself i’m the part that says “he’s crying and i’m crying” bc this is me after reading this     

step dad || calum hood

“Babe, I’ve got it. I’ve been around the kids.” Calum assures, practically ushering his new wife out the door.

“Ok, but Ella doesn’t like chicken nuggets and that’s all Garrett will eat.” She insists.

“I know baby.” He smiles.

“Calum are you sure? You’ve never been alone with them for a whole weekend.” She sighs. “No, you know what. I’m staying home. It’s too soon.” She drops her bag.

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Ok so ahh you’ve been a hugeee inspiration for me ever since I started drawing so I finally tried drawing Penny in her workout outfit??? but I hope you like it ;;

//WHEEZE

OHMYGOD

OOOOOHHHHHMYGOD

BBY THIS LOOKS SO AMAZING PENNY LOOKS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS IN YOUR STYLE ALSO INSPIRATION??? ME?????? I’M GONNA CRY A RIVER RN THANK YOU SO MUCH HONESTLY FOR THIS FOR THIS PIECE OF BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK AND YOUR WORDS AS WELL IT REALLY MEANS A LO T THANKYOUREALLY //weeps

Yuzuru Hanyu’s epic balls of steel stubbornness backbone demonstrated in 30 minutes.

- while warming up, at the 2014 Cup of China, Hanyu and China’s Yan Han crash against each other. Han was going slower and more upright and ends up sitting stunned, before skating off. Hanyu hits the ice with chin and stomach and lays there for more than a minute before organization staff approach. He refuses help and skates back to the boards, before being led behind the curtain for medical help (by the US doctors wth?!)

- decision is made that Hanyu is still able to skate. He needs stitches on his chin and head, so the US medical team quickly bandage him up just for the free skate.

- there is a delayed warm up, which Han does not attend. Hanyu does and realizes he can’t do certain jumps, so changes program accordingly.

- Brian Orser tells him he doesn’t have to be a hero. He does not need to skate. Hanyu nods (we all now know what he was thinking, read on). Seems confused and in some pain, unsteady on his feet. Cries a few times, every time the crowd cheers for him.

- skates. Falls FIVE times.

- comes off the ice. Hugs Orser limply. Orser holds him up, tells him to keep breathing and to hold on to the boards while Orser puts his guards on. Refuses. Puts one guard on himself then offers other foot to Orser. Orser puts the other guard on. Badly. Hanyu adjusts it.

- Orser asks Hanyu if he wants to go to the kiss&cry. Hanyu doesn’t answer, just limps to the kiss&cry supported by Orser. Dabs at his bloody chin, now sluicing down his neck with the sweat. Orser tells him no media area, straight out to the doctor. Hanyu nods.

Y- “Ok. *sighs* I’m done.”

B- *looks at him*

Y- *whines* “I really want to go to the final.” *snorts*

Orser hangs head in amusement.

B- “Phow, you never know actually. But we have to get you healthy first, ok? You’re gonna feel it tomorrow. No exhibition.”

B and Y smile.

- results come through. He’s in first position with only one skater left to go. Hanyu looks very surprised.

B- “Wow.”

Y- “What happened?”

B- “I don’t know.”

Finally breaks down. Starts crying. Can’t stop crying. Is led behind the curtain to the lockers, where the US medical team have assembled a quick surgery, and stitch him up (7 stitches on his chin, 3 staples on his head, sprained ankle, and what was, in my opinion, probably the start of his uracheal condition).

It burns, doesn’t it? [Prologue]

Genre: Mafia!au I Mature I Fluff? Angst…so much angst I Violence and all that good mafia stuff.

Members: Jungkook x Yoongi x Namjoon x Jin  x Hoseok x Jimin x Taehyung  Feat. Got7 

SummaryWhy am I hurting alone? Why am I in love alone?

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You heard police and paramedics say it was a hit and run. There were others who were injured in the accident but your father was in the worse condition. 

“Dad…please, you can’t-’

‘I love you, ok? Take care of your aunt for me…tell your brother I’m-’ 

 You sobbed vigorously as police had forcefully pried you away from your father’s now lifeless form.

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