keep calm and what

me thinking about how jeremy told a lance stan that we’d be happy when asked about lgbt rep in voltron and seeing the keith and lance interactions and fond looks in season 3 and thinking about everything we’ve been given about the two and their relationship so far

Today’s Third Years : Challenge

Kentarou: Hello! 
Everyone: Hi.  Hi!  Hi. 
Kentarou: So… for today!  We thought we’d introduce ourselves in English.

[queue their attempts at English]

Translation by @nimbus-cloud

OMFG PARK JIMIN. “DREAM A LOT, YES.” I. AM. DEAD. ROFLMAO.

(please watch the original video by Tiffany MT the full thing is just perfect. full full credits to her :D)

  • Genji *thinking to himself*: I've known Jesse for a while, we're good together, but I don't want to come on too strong. I need to keep it casual. Just play it cool, keep it calm, and just enjoy what we have without making it weird.
  • Jesse: Hey look I saw this picture of a cat holding a knife in its mouth and thought of you!
  • Genji: I would die for you.

I told myself I would stop doodling these two on my breaks.

I have no self-restraint.

So here’s another small headcanon for you: I imagine that Cole is actually the one who has the hair skills and Mouse usually gives no cares about how messy his own hair is. But because Cole’s always getting dirty, all those showers make his hair reeeaaaally soft and Mouse likes to braid it for him~ @hootsweets

Again, would have sent this privately over Hexcomic.com but welp… I’m technologically challenged and still can’t figure it out. Yay~

Being a fan of Jen and choosing to stop watching because she’s gone does not make you any less of a fan of Colin.

Being a fan of Colin and choosing to continue to watch because he’s still there does not make you any less of a fan of Jen.

Choosing to not watch because there will be no Captain Swan does not make you any less of a fan of both.

Choosing to watch because there will be only Killian does not make you any less of a fan of Captain Swan.

Do you.

There is no rating system. We are all fans no matter what we choose.

Spread love, not hate, keep calm, and love Captain Swan.

Why are You like this?

Hi friends! 

Plot: Y/N feels overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to let her Harry know.

I combined my own idea with a request about H hearing Y/N admit something over the phone. 

Hint before reading: Take a moment and think of that one thing that’s overwhelming you right in this moment, the one thing that makes your stomach feel sick and the one thing that keeps you up at night. Okay now you can read it.

Pic isn’t mine but I like to think that it is.

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” 

My throat dried when I allowed my eyes to meet with his sparkling green orbs and the pure worry in them made it difficult not to tear up. With a deep breath I forced myself to smile. 

“Everything is fine, Harry,” I promised him, my tone just sweet enough for it to cover up the lie, “It was a long day.”

“Again?” Harry inquired quietly. 

“Again.” I tried to laugh but got up to walk to the kitchen when I failed.

Ever since the beginning of this week there had been a heavy and uncomfortable feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach making me feel so sick at times I believed I would vomit. 
But I couldn’t let it show. 

“Do you want some tea?” I called towards him.

“Sure, yeah. Thanks, beautiful.”

With trembling fingers I reached for the kettle and I closed my eyes in hopes of calming down enough to keep my distraught emotions a secret. And what better than a hot cup of tea?
There was nothing I loved more than spending time with Harry and if I could I would have him near me at all times. I felt myself long for him when he was gone, fantasized about being in his presence when I wasn’t and when I had him I felt at peace. Momentarily. Harry made me feel warm and without knowing it he’d become the only person who managed to decorate my face with an honest smile. We hadn’t been dating for long, only a couple of months, and it was true that we were happy. Never before had I felt this close to another person, never before did I trust somebody with my whole heart and no one had ever understood me the way that Harry did.
Harry was my everything. 
And still I couldn’t find it in me to trust him with my worried mind. 

It wasn’t that I thought Harry wouldn’t be kind. I knew if I were to tell him that I couldn’t find any peace and that not even the nights provided me with rest, he would try all he could to be supportive. 
What held me back from confiding in him was how utterly ridiculous I felt. Harry had so much going on in his life, he was under constant pressure and given even more from all sides and all at once and still he never uttered as much as one word in complaint. 
Me? I felt like crying when dealing with what was so minor compared to other people’s problems. 
How could I possibly admit this without making a fool of myself?

“Y/N?” I heard Harry’s voice call for me. 

My breath hitched and I quickly finished both of our teas. “Coming!”

Hearing my friend’s voice over the speaker of my phone relaxed me. At least a little. Kat hadn’t had the time to talk properly in a while due to her job taking up a lot of space in her life and selfishly it felt good to hear that I wasn’t the only person who wasn’t having the best week. 

“So anyway,” Kat spoke, “Things took a turn to the better when the guy I told you about showed up again. I think he recovered form the flu or something.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

She chuckled. “I bet your day gets better the moment you have Harry around to comfort you.” 

“Well,” I sighed, “Having him around does bring me joy.” 

When my voice quivered I knew I messed up.

Kat cleared her throat. “What’s the matter? Does he not understand or what?”

“I’m sure he would,” I muttered. 

“Meaning?”

I didn’t reply. Kat laughed breathlessly. 

“You seriously didn’t tell him? Y/N, he’s your boyfriend! And if I receive text after text about how shitty everything is going for you then something really must be up.”

A lump formed in my throat and I let out a small whine. “I don’t know how to talk to him about this thought.”

“Why not?”

I shrugged even though she couldn’t see. “Harry has so much going on in his life. Never does he get a break not even on his days off. How could I burden him with my stupid and silly problems when his mind is full of much more important things?”

“Because he’s your boyfriend!” Kat repeated. 

“Is that your answer to everything?”

“In a relationship it’s about being there for each other,” Kat lectured, ignoring my words, “You support him constantly. It’s time you let him do the same for you.”

My head snapped up at the noise of my front door opening and then falling shut. 

“Y/N? You home, baby?” My heart fluttered at his voice.

“That’s Harry,” I quickly informed Kat, “I got to go.”

With fast steps I walked further into the bedroom and away from where I could hear Harry moving closer towards me.

“Of course,” Kat said and I could hear the smile in her voice, “Just remember. You have to be honest with Harry and tell him how you feel. Otherwise you’re being unfair to him.”

“I know,” I agreed lowly, “I know you’re right.”

Harry’s knuckles lightly knocked onto the wooden door and I turned around to look at him with a smile growing on my face. He looked insanely good. His hair was tousled from the clod wind I knew was tormenting outside, his upper body adorned a thick jumper and his legs were forced into much too tight jeans which to my benefit left little to the imagination. 

“Hey,” I breathed.

“Hi.” His voice was quiet and I shuddered when the smile on his face didn’t reach his beautiful eyes. 

I walked over to him and reached for his arm. “I’m just going to finish this call really quickly, okay? Then I’m all yours.”

“S’okay,” Harry said and shrugged off my touch, “I just came over to return the shirt you left at my place the other day. M’actually bit busy so I’m just going to head out again.”

My heart sank. “I thought you would stay tonight?” 

Harry nodded towards the phone in my palm. “You should’t let your friend wait, Y/N. Wouldn’t want you to be unfair to anybody, right?” 

And with that he turned around, out of my reach and towards the exit. The shirt he’d brought me was carelessly thrown onto the mattress and I watched him leave with tears already burning my eyes. What the hell had just happened?

“Y/N? You still there?” 

Kat’s voice ripped me back from my thoughts and I quickly told her that I was fine and needed to go. Then I hung up. 
Great. Now not even my relationship was something I could find comfort in. There was no point in running after him as I new Harry moved fast and since he’d arrived by car I was sure he must be long gone. With my palms ice cold, my legs weak and my stomach in knots I sat down on the bed I’d thought I would be spending the night with Harry on, feeling the most uncomfortable and unhappy and in in general at a low I hadn’t reached before.
There was no way I could hold back the tears from burning my cheeks and soon I was a sobbing mess, laying alone on the cold fabric of my bed.

From Harry, 7:20pm.
I’m sorry I left like that, love. How about I come back over and we spend the night together like we planned? x

From Harry, 7:22pm. 
Don’t ignore me now. I know I was being harsh. A bit of a dick actually and I wanna make up for that. Please let me, baby. xx

From Harry, 7:23pm. 
I heard your conversation with Kat. 

With puffy eyes I stared at the three messages. I breathed in shakily and shook my head before picking up the device to reply. There was no way I could face him when I was like this. I felt ashamed enough as it is and couldn’t bear the thought of letting my boyfriend see me in this weakened state.

From Y/N, 7:30pm.
It’s okay, Harry, no worries. I’m a bit tired though. Don’t think that hanging out tonight is a good idea. I’m sorry. x

From Y/N, 7:33pm.
If you want we could meet up tomorrow?

Teardrops smeared the screen and I brushed them off quickly in order to read Harry’s reply. My heart sank even further upon reading it.

From Harry, 7:34pm.
If that’s what you want.

It was what I’d wanted. Still, my chest crumbled and the room filled once more with desperate and loud cries as I let it sink in that I’d successfully driven Harry away. A shaking palm clasped over my mouth as I attempted to somehow quieten the noises of my breakdown as I didn’t want to alarm my neighbours. 
What was I supposed to do? What was I to tell him tomorrow? That was if he even wanted to see me.
My eyes were sore, my throat dry and slowly but surely everything began to hurt. Really ache. 

My entire body froze and I forced myself to calm down long enough to make sure I hadn’t heard wrong. No. There was once again the distinct sound of somebody knocking on my front door. Oh god please no. I scrambled to my feet with hurried movements and came to a tumbling stand. With harsh movements I brushed the tears from my smeared cheeks. 

“Y/N.” It was quiet but I heard and my heart began to pound heavily in my chest. What was he doing here?

“Harry?” I asked, my voice small and trembling weakly. 

I sniffled noisily and tried to steady my breath. 

“Course it’s me, love,” Harry hummed, his voice gentle, “Mind opening the door for me? Letting me in, sweetheart?”

“Harry, I really don’t think-”

“I hear it, baby,” he spoke softly, “You’re crying.” His voice sounded so sad, so empty of the anger it held earlier. 

The pet names spoken with so much affection, the gentleness in his words and tone… I couldn’t fight any longer. 
With uncertain fingers I unlocked my front door and before I could turn the handle I had Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist as he forced his way into my apartment. 
Breathing in his scent as I nestled my face into the warm space between his shoulder and his neck, one of my hands wound itself into his short curls while the other clasped the back of his neck. Harry’s arms tightened around my body, bringing me impossibly close to his chest as he pushed the both of us further inside. I didn’t see but I heard him shut the door with his foot. 

“Harry,” I whimpered, trying desperately to step away from him, worried that the endless stream of tears would mess up his jumper. 

“No.” Harry’s embrace was tight. He ignored my protest and instead hoisted me up higher so that he could carry me to the couch in my small living room. 

I was full on sobbing by this point, my desperation only increasing when he let go of me after making me sit on the couch. My arms were taken into his hands and I turned my head away when he crouched down. 

“Y/N, look at me.”

I shook my head, a whimper escaping my parted lips. Harry’s hands moved gently, his fingers drew circles onto my skin. Normally the gesture was enough to calm me down but not today. I felt utterly embarrassed and I knew that Harry slowly began to realize too that this wasn’t just a small and simple break down. 
This was me, crumbling after having suffered under too much pressure for too long. This was me truly breaking down and falling apart right in front of his eyes.
I gasped upon feeling him press his face into my open palms. 

“My sweet girl,” Harry breathed into my hands, “Tell me if there is something that I can do for you, you hear?”

“There- there’s no-nothing, Harry.” I swallowed shakily and stared at the back of his head. 

Slowly he looked up at me, green eyes wide, kind and patient. His warm hands clasped mine and my breath hitched when his heart shaped lips pressed a loving kiss to them. 

“That’s okay, too,” he reassured, “In that case I will just do what I think you need right now, yeah? And if you want something different you tell me.” 

He waited for me to nod, a small smile gracing his lips. Harry got to his feet quickly and immediately I was scooped back into his arms and brought to his chest. I hiccuped and Harry chuckled. 
His body settled onto the couch and I gasped when he placed my own body right on top of his, my back pressed to his chest. His face settled into my neck and I shuddered upon feeling his warm breath. One of Harry’s arms wrapped around my middle while he gently touched my forehead with his other hand, making me rest my head on his shoulder. 
I sighed and turned so I could nudge his neck with my nose. Next a blanket was pulled over my form, making sure that I was warm. 

“Harry,” I whispered into his skin. 

He intertwined our legs together before kissing my cheek. 

“No more crying,” he said lowly, chest rumbling against my back, “It breaks my heart to see you like this. Which doesn’t mean that I want you to ever keep it from me again when you feel this way.”

The terrible knot at the bottom of my stomach loosened and the longer I breathed him in the more I could feel my heart relax. My breathing slowed, the tears slowly ceased from falling. My own arms wrapped around his and our hands found each other. 

“I’m sorry,” I apologized against his skin.

He shook his head and squeezed me. “No, no, my love. S’not what I want. You don’t have to apologize for anything. All I want is that you trust me. That you know that I’m here. Always.”

“I want to see you.” 

Careful not to hurt him I turned to lay on my stomach, my body pressed tightly against his chest and I leaned up to press a kiss to his soft skin of his chin. 
Harry groaned lowly at the sensation. 

“You’re my girlfriend,” Harry murmured, his hands rubbing up and down my back, “You can lean on me. Confide in me. Don’t want hear that you’re unwell and hiding it.”

I hummed.

“Are you comfortable?” I wondered quietly, referring to his position.

“Very,” he assured me with a nod, cheekily grabbing my bum and giving it a squeeze. 

I swatted his chest with a laugh and he removed his hands and settled them onto my hips instead. I found it hard to believe that having my body sprawled out on top of his was in any way comfortable but in this moment I knew there was nothing other than being in his arms that would heal my tormented mind.

“S’embarrassing though,” I admitted quietly, my unsure eyes finding his. 

“S’not,” he argued, “S’part of being in a relationship. I’m yours, you’re mine and we’re both there for each other.”

I liked how natural his words sounded. How much sense they made.

“But,” I began, “what I’m dealing with is so stupid and you-”

“And I’m never too busy to take care of you just like I trust in you always being there when I really need you. And nothing that makes you cry is stupid to me.”

Harry smiled kindly and I could feel myself doing the same. Gently I reached up to cup his cheek and a tiny gasp escaped my mouth before his lips found mine in a loving kiss. Instantly I melted into him. 
His hands held me close, my own scratched his cheek while the other held onto his hair and for the first time all week I felt like I could truly breath. Harry’s presence took over all of my senses as I cuddled myself even more into his embrace. We continued to kiss until my lungs burned and this time when I teared up it was because my heart couldn’t hold the amount of happiness. 

“Why are you like this?” I whispered, staring at my handsome boyfriend with wonder in my eyes. 

He smiled and pressed another kiss to my temple. “Because you’re important to me. I need you to know that, love.”

“I do. Thank you so much, Harry. And I care about you, too. So much.”

Another kiss followed to my lips before Harry drew back to rub his nose against mine in a heartbreakingly sweet gesture. 

Hope you liked this! Wrote it in one go so apologizes for any mistakes. Also, if any of you are dealing with something shitty at the moment I have my fingers crossed for you and know you’ll be alright. x

The rest of my writing: 
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Alright as much as I adore Yuuri and Victor being ridiculously in love and basically joined at the hip, I also love the idea of Yuuri, introvert that he is, just needing to be alone sometimes. After all, no matter how much you love someone with all your heart - a friend, a partner, a sibling - if you spend every waking hour of every waking day with them, that can be exhausting. They sleep together, train together, eat together, and are really only apart when one of them runs errands alone or one wakes up early to walk Makkachin in the morning while the other sleeps in, and sometimes Yuuri just needs to be by himself. 

Victor doesn’t understand at first. This whole thing is new to him anyway, and he doesn’t get that Yuuri isn’t mad at him when he retires early into movie night or occasionally seems to prefer the dog’s company to his. He’s frustrated that Yuuri won’t just tell him why he’s angry, and Yuuri is frustrated that Victor doesn’t understand that he isn’t. He really isn’t. 

It takes them some time and a few minor quarrels, but Victor slowly starts to realize what he means - that as much as Yuuri loves him (and he doesn’t doubt that Yuuri does), he needs time to himself, a place of his own. They share everything - a home, a bedroom, a bathroom, a rink - and Yuuri has very little to call his and his alone. 

So when Yuuri is away on a trip to visit his parents in Hasetsu - a trip that Victor knows he needed to take alone, just this once - Victor gets to work. 

He clears out the old dusty boxes and books from the small extra room, finds new places for some things and donates the rest of them. He vacuums and dusts and puts down a fluffy rug over the cold hard wood, puts in a kotatsu because he knows Yuuri’s feet get cold easily in the bitter Russian winter, and piles the love seat by the window high with every blanket and pillow he can spare. As a finishing touch he even puts in a doggy door so that Makkachin can come and go as he pleases even whenever Yuuri wants to keep the door shut.

When Yuuri comes home and gets unpacked, Victor hustles him over to the room with a grin on his face. And Yuuri is confused at first: “Vitya, what is this?” And Victor just smiles at him and kisses him on the cheek. “It’s your room.” 

At first he can see the tiniest glint of anxiety flitting across Yuuri’s eyes, can practically hear him wondering if Victor is kicking him out of their bed, and he is quick to correct him. To tell him that he knows he doesn’t understand fully what goes on in Yuuri’s head, but that he also knows Yuuri needed his own space. To keep him sane, to keep him calm, and when Yuuri realizes - really realizes - what Victor has done for him, he could cry.

Sometimes they curl up together on the loveseat and watch snow fall outside, or eat together with their feet tucked warmed under the kotatsu. Sometimes Yuuri lounges with a book or his music and Makkachin on his lap. Sometimes he keeps the door open, and sometimes he shuts it, and that’s okay too, because he always comes out eventually, and he seems lighter, more rested, more calm. 

Victor doesn’t need to spend every second with him to know he loves him. Knowing Yuuri is happy and comfortable makes the time they spend together so much sweeter.

  • Jimin: Taehyung, go to the supermarket and buy a blender.
  • Tae: A blender?
  • Jimin: We need one.
  • Tae [comes back with a blender]: This is for you.
  • Jimin [hugging Tae]: Ohhhwwww...
  • Jungkook [mumbles]: He hugged him, right? He hugged him behind my back, right? He-
  • Rapmon: Yeah, he hugged him. Keep calm and say me what to do next, i don't have a plan.
  • Jungkook: Seriously, look i like i have a plan? He hugged him. Really close, right?
  • Rapmon: Mh...a little bit. What should i do with the chicken?
  • Jungkook: And Jimin-Hyung smiles bright, right?
  • Rapmon [mincing the chicken]: Turn to your right, hug Jimin and tell me what i should do with the damn chicken!
  • Jungkook: I can't. He could think i'm jealous.
  • Jimin: Jungkook...i can hear you. And you are jealous. Tell Moonie what he should do with the chicken, before nobody knows that it was a chicken, after he mutilated it.
  • Jungkook: He can hear me!
  • BTS: JIMIN IS RIGHT NEXT TO YOU! OF COURSE HE CAN HEAR YOU!
Don’t Flirt With Him (M)

Originally posted by ciutae

Pairing: Jimin x reader (feat. Sungwoon from Hotshot)
Genre: smut with a fluffy end
Word count: 3.2k
Content: dom!jimin, slight spanking

Description: No strings attached? Turns out differently as Jimin showed you jealousy for the first time at a party.


The vodka burned straight down your throat as you took the shot, it being the third one that night already. For the time being there, you were looking around for Jimin since he was the one who invited you to his party in the first place. So why wasn’t he there?

Oh. Yeah, he’s probably flirting with other girls again, you thought and sighed out loud, your hand already reaching for the vodka to sip yourself another shot.

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@ciphernetics did a very very good thing and came up with the best AU idea ever.

I ruined it. Enjoy the ruining.


“David?”

He glanced up, his eyes widening. “Yes, Nikki?”

She was one of the only campers left waiting at the pick-up spot, having wandered away from Max to explore a mysterious rustling from the bushes. (This, it turned out, was a squirrel; Quartermaster seemed more than capable of sorting it out and had pulled her away from the animal by her overalls.) But … Well, David had to admit that he’d been so worried about Max being lonely or upset about the summer ending that he’d almost forgotten about the adventurous young camper. So it was with no small amount of guilt that he met her  eyes, watching anxiously as she scuffed her toes along the ground and glanced over her shoulder at Sleepy Peak Peak.

“Well, uh … I think my parents aren’t coming?”

David sprang to his feet, leaving Max to continue drawing in the dirt and ignoring him. “Don’t be silly! It’s only noon, after all! And Max is still here,” he added, gesturing at him.

Max looked from David to Nikki, something almost like concern in his expression. “David, are you being fucking stupid again?” He stood, pouring as much resentment into the motion as possible. “What’s up, Nik?”

She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “It’s just that Mom said Dad was picking me up yesterday because of his Sunday Golf Tournaments, and he didn’t. So …”

“What?!” David tried to keep his voice calm, but he couldn’t help wincing as it leapt up to what Gwen called “dog-whistle levels.” “Wh … why didn’t you tell us that, Nikki?” As a matter of fact, why hadn’t her parents told them that? They were in charge, after all!

“I was gonna, but then Max and Neil decided to try and blow up the Supply Shed and that sounded like more fun!”

Oh, dear. David whipped out his phone and sent a quick text to Quartermaster and Gwen: ‘stay away from the supply shed might be dangerous’ Then he narrowed his eyes at the two of them, putting his hands on his hips. “Now, kids, that was very irresponsible of you –”

“Yeah yeah,” Max interrupted, rolling his eyes. “How about you just do your goddamn job and figure out where Nikki’s parents are?”

Oh. Of course, that made sense. “R-right. Thanks, Max!”

“Fucking idiot.”

He had all the campers’ parents saved in his contacts for easy access, just in case. So he didn’t have to leave their side as he looked up Mariana Zuckerman’s number and listened to the line ring.

And ring.

And ring.

Finally there was a tiny click. “You’ve reached 555-0175. Dr. Zuckerman isn’t available right now, so please leave a message at the –”

He snapped the phone shut, shaking his head. “No worries,” he chirped to the kids; Nikki was watching a line of ants travel through the grass, but Max’s eyes were trained on him, tiny pinpricks of searing turquoise. “We’ll just try Mr. Sherwood then …”

Nikki’s dad didn’t pick up, either.

That was … well, of course it wasn’t troubling, David wouldn’t jump to conclusions so quickly! But he would have to give her parents a friendly reminder that it was important to have their phones on them at all times. 

Then again, maybe they were driving. That made sense.

“Why didn’t they pick up?” Max demanded, startling David out of his thoughts and nearly making him drop the phone.

“Oh, I’m sure they’re on their way!”

He just stared for a few long moments. Then turned with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “I’m gonna go find Gwen.”

“Max, don’t –” But it was too late; faster than he’d ever seen the boy move, Max was trotting across the small grassy clearing that served as Camp Campbell’s pick-up spot, over to where Gwen had her nose buried in a magazine about … something or other, he didn’t really understand most of what she read.

Maybe Max had the right idea, though. Gwen would know what to do, even if she was a bit of a worrywart. He straightened, feeling better already as he tried dialing Nikki’s mother again. There was no point in panicking, which meant he’d just ignore the niggling worming sickness in his stomach until it went away.

That usually worked.

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irishsandwich  asked:

Hiii can you please do an imagine where Tom thinks his girlfriend Y/N is cheating on him, but she just spends a lot of time on her new job she is kinda shy about because she is a usual girl and he is famous? xx


of course!

don’t forget to ask me some questions and request some imagines!


Originally posted by tom-hollcnd



you got home from a longs day at work to Tom sitting on the couch, staring blankly ahead at the tv in-front of him. you knew he didn’t know you had a job, it’s not something you really wanted him to know about, so you always cover it up with your mom needing you for a couple hours.

“hey.” you said, fixing your white t-shirt, adjusting the bag on your shoulder that held the job uniform in it.

he didn’t answer you, instead he just ignored you. you raised your eyebrows. this has never happened before. this wasn’t like Tom. if something was bothering him, he’d confront you. right?

“Tom.” you said, trying to get his attention. he sighed before taking his eyes off the screen and looking at you.

“what?” he asked.

you felt something hit you hard as his words were filled with attitude. he’s never acted like this towards you. never. so, what has gotten into him?

“never mind.” you mumbled before walking off towards your shared bedroom and putting the clothes in the laundry room. you walked into the bathroom and pulled your hair up, washing off your makeup form the day. 

the bakery you worked at had you exhausted. mentally and physically, but you loved it there. you’ve always had a passion for baking, even Tom knows that you’d rather bake then do anything else on a rainy Saturday afternoon. 

plus, your chocolate chip cookies were to die for.

you sighed before walking out into the living room again. you didn’t really want to talk to Tom since he wanted to be so moody, but you had to make sure he had at least eaten. 

“did you have dinner?” you asked. he snapped his head towards you, furrowing your eyebrows.

“yeah, i can feed myself you know, i’m a big boy, i’m 21 years old.” 

you grew annoyed, finally not being able to keep your calm,”what the hell is your problem?”

he sighed before closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“i’m serious, Tom. the fuck is wrong with you?” 

he stood up,”you know what’s wrong with me? you! you, y/n! you’re what’s wrong with me!”

the words made your heart hurt. what have you done? what did you do wrong?

“w-what are you talking about?” you stumbled finding words, your eyes getting glossy.

“you’re my problem! i’m here staying so devoted to you, staying so damn loyal to you when i’m out on the road when i could get any girl i want, but i stay loyal to you because i love you! but, what do i get in return? you cheating on me behind my back! and the funny thing is, you act like nothing happened when you get home!”

you took a deep breath, then it hit you.

he thought since you’ve been gone for so long working that you’ve been cheating.

“no, no.” you said quickly,”it’s not what it looks like, i promise-”

he cut you off,”save it, y/n.” he scoffed,”don’t even try to deny it when you go so early in the morning to when you get back home at 8:00 every night. you come home sweaty, you come home with your clothes wrinkled! i’m not dumb!”

“Tom, if you would shut up a second and let me explain-” you said but before you could say another word, he cut you off again.

“go ahead. explain to me why you’re being such a fucking slut.” he said. and with that, your blood was boiling. you angrily wiped the tears off your face before storming to your laundry room.

you snatched the bag off the floor before walking out and throwing it at him, he caught it but still didn’t wipe off the angry look off his face.

“open it.” you said angrily.

“what the fuck, no-”

“just fucking open it, Thomas!” you yelled, this time his face softened a little as you had used his full first name. he unzipped the bag and opened it, becoming confused.

he pulled out the maroon button down shirt that said Red Velvet Bakery on the back of it, your name tag attached to the pocket that rested on the right side of your chest, right under where the logo was.

his face dropped before he looked up at you, the tears continued coming down your face.

“so i’m a fucking slut for working? i’m sorry i can’t have everything handed to me, mr. i’m a fucking movie star, oh my god look at me i’m so famous!” you ranted,”and you wanna accuse me of cheating.”

“y/n, darling-” he started, his face becoming instantly full of regret.

“don’t Tom.” you said,”save it, i’m done with you for right now.”  you turned around and walked to your shared bedroom, slamming the door and climbing into the bed. you nuzzled your head into the pillows, immediately recognizing Tom’s scent, only making you cry more.

a few moments later, there was a soft knock at the door. you rolled your eyes as you turned over, facing the large windows as the nighttime rain pattered against the roof.

“go away.” you groaned.

“princess.” he said, his voice soft,”please.”

you waited a few seconds,”fine.”

he opened the door slowly, still holding your work shirt as he stepped into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you, Tessa climbing up on top of the bed, nuzzling your hand with her nose, trying to figure out why you were upset.

“i’m so sorry.” he said, his voice cracking,”i should’ve never acted that way and i should’ve never said those things about you.”

you let him continue,”i can’t believe i thought you were cheating on me. i mean, you’re the most loyal, kind hearted person in the world, why would i even think that?” 

you could tell he was frustrated with himself.

“oh my god, i don’t deserve you.” he said, lowering his head and looking at the shirt in his hands. 

“i’m so sorry, y/n.” he said,”i know sorry will never fix things, but i truly regret everything i’ve said to you and i truly really do love you and i don’t want to lose the most important thing in my life.”

you felt your heart break as he let out a shaky breath, tears rolling down his cheeks.

you sat up from your laying position and turned him to face you. his brown eyes filled with sorrow and tears rolling down his cheeks. his hair had been messed up, like he had been tugging at it for a while. he let out a shaky sigh, parting his lips as he tried to regain his steady breathing.

“i’m so sorry.” he said, looking into your eyes.

you cracked as you reached up and wiped the tears off his cheeks. you gave him a small smile.

“Tom, it’s okay-”

“no, no it’s not. i called you a slut, i should never ever call a woman a slut, my mum taught me better.” he said ashamed of himself.

you shook your head,”you were just upset, it’s okay.” 

you brought his head to your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. you played with his brown curls as you tried to calm him down, but it wasn’t working too well.

“i’m so sorry.” he repeated into your now tear stained shirt. you pulled him from your shirt, looking him in the eyes.

“Tom, Tom look at me.” you said, grabbing his attention. you grabbed his cheeks and wiped away the tears.

“stop crying, please. you’re going to make yourself sick.” you said, face full of concern. he licked his red, chapped lips.

“o-okay.” he said, nodding.

“i love you, okay?” you said, giving him a smile.

“i love you, too.” he breathed, showing his white teeth. you smiled before kissing his forehead and brining his head to your chest.

“i love you so much.” he mumbled against your chest. you smiled softly as you stroked his hair, easing his nerves.

gentle reminder

please try your best to remember that making decisions may be hard, but it’s not impossible or a thing you cannot do; try to keep your mind calm, and listen to what your heart says, and please try to not force yourself into making a decision - it’s okay to take your time, you’re all good and you’ll be able to do it, i believe in you

The last thing Shiro remembered was knocking Lance out of the way of a spell from Haggar.
After that everything was a blur of fast paced colours and muffled voices barley making it through the haze that was his mind.
He assumed he had been knocked out so wasn’t surprised to find himself lying on his back staring up at the metal ceiling of the Galra base.
However he was surprised to see Keith on top of him, pinning him down with tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Keith? What’s-”
“SHUT UP!” Hunk yelled from just out of his field of vison.
Shiro cringed at the sheer amount of anger that radiated from the usually soft spoken Paladin.
“You don’t get to pretend to be him after what you did.” Keith hissed tightening his hold.
“Pretend? Guys what’s going on! Last thing I remember was getting hit by Haggar’s spell.” Shiro considered struggling, it wouldn’t be too hard to break free considering how distraught Keith was.
“I-it w…as..nt his… fault.”
Shiro’s eyes widened at the sound of Lance’s broken voice.
“Shhh buddy, don’t talk.” Hunk was clearly trying to keep his voice calm but he couldn’t keep the panic hidden.
“Lance? What’s wrong what happened?” Shiro asked frantically knocking Keith to the side and standing up.
He turned to face the rest of his team and felt his blood run cold.
Pidge was yelling into her coms for Allura to hurry up while Hunk was kneeling in a pool of blood with Lance’s head resting on his lap.
Shiro didn’t even know he was walking until he found himself standing over the fallen Paladin.
Lance looked terrible.
He was covered in cuts and bruises visible thanks to where the armour on his arm had been ripped away.
There was a large hole through his torso bleeding badly and Shiro was sure it went through the other side.
However what really made him feel sick was the hand print burnt into Lance’s now too pale skin.
The unmistakable handprint that could only be from his prosthetic.
“Oh…god Lance.”
Shiro reached out to move his sweat plastered hair from his pain creased brow. But Hunk hit his hand away before he got close.
“You’ve done enough!” Hunk snarled glaring at him with more rage then Shiro has ever seen.
Even in the arena.
“Not… his… fault.” Lance gasped out coughing up blood.
Every word was a struggle and brought him a great amount of pain.
It broke Shiro’s heart to know he was the cause of this.
“I’m sorry. Oh God Lance I’m so so sorry.” Shiro began to cry wiping the blood from Lance’s mouth and this time Hunk didn’t stop him.
“Wasn’t… your…”
Lance never finished the sentence.
Shiro watched as the life drained from his eyes and he went limp.
Hunk screamed.
Keith sobbed.
Pidge begged.
And Shiro just sat there. Staring at his hands.
The hands that killed a boy that was only fighting this war in the first place because he helped save him.