maybe a little crying

Sorry I stumbled on a gif set the other day and couldn’t get this out of my head.

THEY BOTH DO IT. Who taught these boys this move? Do you think it was Peggy?

Peggy (1940s): If I tell them falling over is a Good Fighting Tactic™ do you think they’ll believe me?

Peggy (2010s): Huh.

Bangtan Bomb - Jungkook’s Graduation

Like I know we’re all Jungshook about this but I can’t help just to write this down.
Like when Jimin shared that short video where he congratulated to Jungkook and it was so sweet, boyfriendish and perfect back on that day, I was like, wow, my heartu 100% died. But no. That wasn’t even close to 100% considering this Bangtan Bomb. Like.
It was full of JiKook, but what got me completely shook was that conversation in car.

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It’s not a ship (for me it never quite was, but that’s just because I’m relatively new, so all the proofs had been proven when I discovered JiKook) anymore. Like. It’s us, watching them on important day in their relationship. You don’t need to analyze the words - they play good amount of awesomness in this, but - just the freaking TONE of their voices. Like completely *in love* couple. Low, soft voice full of love, I would like to state that I consider myself to be a realist (more of a pessimist, really) but there’s nothing unrealistic about that voice.

You don’t talk like that to friends.
You don’t look like that at friends.
Your bodylanguage isn’t like that with friends.
That longing to touch, the way Jimin was completely turned towards Jungkook and comfortable.
There just was love.
Tons of love in all kinds of looks, words, tone of those words and bodylanguage. Did I mention eyes?
And when Jungkook was singing softly in the car, that hit me hard. And I think it hit Jimin, too.
Not even talking about “buy me an apartment then” joke, or Jimin being sad about not seeing Kook at his ceremony.
PS: Poor Tae, thirdweeling this time, he didn’t even had to say full two sentences because that lovelies kept talking in their little bubble. (It’s not like I’m mocking VKook shippers if some of you read this, just writing what I think about it ~~)

listen to me……………gabe knows enough to piece together that philips seeing lukas okay cause

1) now he knows philip is gay 

2) he knows philip is in love with someone and its causing him pain

3) philip said even if anyone liked him they wouldnt admit it

4) lukas punching philip and philip admitting to them it was bc he was gay

5) they caught lukas and philip drinking together after that??? 

6) THEY WERE BOTH MISSING FROM THE FIELD TRIP AND HE HAD THAT MOMENT WITH LUKAS’S DAD LIKE WHAT THE HELL

gabe has to know by now and i hope we see him piece it all together and they have a bro talk and maybe philip gets to cry a little bc finally!!!!! he can talk to someone about lukas!!!!!

Do you think there was ever a time, before the beatings started, when Maxon looked up to his dad? Was there ever a time Maxon told Amberely he wanted to be as good of a king as his dad? Was there ever a time Maxon longed for his dad spending time with him, and when it happened, it was the only thing he thought about for weeks? Do you think there was ever a time when Clarkson softened on a 5 year old Maxon and spent time with him? Do you think there was a time when Clarkson hadn’t broken his son? Do you think I’ll ever stop crying over this??

Isn’t it strange how love or claims of love can make us selfish sometimes. Or, a little crazy, maybe.


We can break. We can fall. We can cry. We can bleed. We can tear our soul open. 


We can have sleepless nights. We can burn under the hot sun and drown in the torrential rains in the name of love.


But, for others.


Why is it then, we find it so difficult to love ourselves?

—  Navin E. (sometimes we just need to love ourselves a little)
Smile Always

Summary: The reader is going to a meet up to see Mark, Ethan, and Tyler. 

Word Count: 660

Pairing: Tyler Scheid x Reader

Originally posted by markiprince



My nerves were really getting to me. The sight of the three men were exciting yet it was also enough to make me want to throw up on the sidewalk. I stared ahead at them as they stood in the park, fans crowded around them in anticipation. My friend lightly pushed me forward and I clenched my jaw. It was taking every thing I had in me to keep my cool because all I wanted to do was cry and maybe even scream a little. I could feel my chest getting heavy as I walked closer to where Ethan and Mark were getting some fans lined up in a conga line as Tyler filmed them.

 
I gripped my right wrist briefly, trying to find something to calm my nerves, but the action only caused me to flinch. The dark ink on my skin was still fresh and scarred. “Smile Always” was permanently etched into my arm and although it still hurt, seeing it made me feel a little better. 


It was when my friend snapped her fingers in front of my face that I realized that I had stopped walking. My eyes were still glued in front of me but I could feel my breath coming in short gasps and something warm dripped down my cheek. I brought my hand up and wiped it off, only for more to fall. 


Suddenly someone took my shoulders and pulled me into their chest as I began to sob, soaking their shirt. They rubbed my back and they were joined my more hands but all I could do was cling to the stranger for dear life. This went on until I could finally breath normally and my eyes were red and puffy. I pulled my head up and gasped when I saw that the people holding me were the same people who had unknowingly supported me through the most difficult times of my life. 


Tyler, who was the one that was hugging me from the front, said something but I was still in too much shock to say anything. I could feel more tears breaking through but as Tyler put his hands on each side of my face, the weight on my chest got a lot lighter. 


“Are you okay?”


It must have been weird for some random person to just show up to their meet up and start crying like their dog had died. My cheeks heated up and I nodded. 

“Yeah! Um, sorry…sorry. I just-” I could feel my bottom lip start to quiver and Tyler brought me into his arms once again. Mark and Ethan moved behind Tyler so that I could see them and the sight of them made me lose my shit all over again.


“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Everything’s alright. We love you so much.”


“Oh god I love you too. So much you have no idea. You guys have helped me so much. I went through so much shit in the past couple months and watching you three be idiots helped me to stay grounded. I love you guys so much I can never thank you enough, I just-I just-thank you.”


At the end of my confession I started crying all over again. After a few more seconds, Tyler grabbed my wrist and brought it up so he could read it. A wide smile covered his face and he pressed his lips to the tattoo and then wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pressing a small kiss to the top of my head as well.


“That’s good advice, whoever said that must be a genius.”


At first I was confused but when I realized what he was talking about, laughter bubbled out of my chest. Well, more like half laughter/ half sob. I was still sniffling but the smile on Tyler’s face made it impossible for me not to smile, that and the fact that I was surrounded my my three favorite people.  


SosososososOSOSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG   

I Never Wanted To Make You Hurt

Request: Hi! I love your imagines. Can I have a imagine? When Alec and his girlfriend at Pandemonium,someone flirts with her.And Alec gets really really jealous.Gets angry too.But his girlfriend doesnt care.Then they trains together and he hurts her.She says to stop.But he doesnt. He does it couple of times. And she gets injury. Then Alec realises what did he do. Alec apologies to her maybe with little crying . But she gets mad at him. After a little bit struggling she forgives him. Can you do it little bit long? I hope you can understand my awful english. Cuz English isnt my first language. Thanks by the way 

 Warnings: a little violence, unintentional injuries, arguing, angst, fluff, slight drinking, swearing 

I honestly imagined the wolf as Theo Raeken, the part kinda fits him.

Pairing: AlecxReader 



 You stared up at the bright lights as they changed color in the otherwise dim room. 

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Cullen cries when she tells him. He drops to his knees before her, buries his face in her stomach, and weeps tears of joy. He never thought he’d have this: a wife, a home, a life outside of battle, a family. He worries he might be dreaming, or that the lyrium has taken his mind, or a demon has. He clings to her, hoping she’s real, that everything that’s happened was real. She lays her hand on his shoulder and he looks up at her. Tears are shining in her eyes as she smiles down at him and he knows that it is real; there wasn’t a force in all existence that could conjure such a perfect image. He rises to his feet and pulls her into his arms. He laughs as his joyous tears fall and she repeats the words to him.

“You’re going to be a father.”

the sky leads me back to your eyes. maybe if i cry a little louder the rain will fall without feelings, maybe if i smile a little brighter the sun will rise with hope. lack of words - i find that as an absence that breaks my heart. when did we lost sense of words? do you remember it we couldn’t get enough in a day to talk. you said it, you said it, you said it, we would never lose sight of ‘us’ , you said it. did you mean it? did you meant anything? maybe if i write a little better the paper won’t cry, maybe if i write a little better i could make sense of what i say. am i making sense? when did i lost it? did i lost you? tell me i didn’t. or tell me i did. just tell me something.
—  k.m
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Family (Pack Mom 6) | Derek Hale Imagine (ft. Liam Dunbar)

request ; it was hella long but i will be including everything in it, so to sum it all up, part six is basically where y/n goes into labor, and it’s super fucking cute. 

word count ; 1688

warnings ; labor?? having babies?? i’m gonna apologize in advance, i know nothing about what contractions feel like. only that they’re painful. i had to look it up lmfao.

a/n ; i feel like maybe this could be the concluding part to this series? i’m not sure, i feel like it would be right to end it here. i really do love this series, and i’d be more than happy to continue it, but i wouldn’t really mind if it ended here. thank you all for your support and wonderful comments. i love you. xx 

PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR, PART FIVE

The pack meeting was running smoothly so far, Derek sitting behind you and rubbing your aching back comfortingly. You were already five days over your due date, yet the baby you were currently carrying didn’t even seem to want to come out. You were constantly asking Derek to check on the baby’s heartbeat, to reassure yourself that everything was fine, and that your little one was just being a bit difficult. 

Scott, noticing your discomfort, stopped talking and patted your shoulder. “Hang in there, Y/N. The baby will come when they went to, I’m sure they’ll be here in a day or two,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze and smiling. You smiled back, but you were still fed up with being pregnant. 

“Thank you, Scott, I know it won’t be that long now. But seriously, I want this baby out. I’m tired and uncomfortable and I have to pee literally all the time, and I want my baby -” Your rant cut off abruptly, your hand flying to your stomach as your eyes grew wide. 

“Babe? Babe, what’s wrong?” Derek asked urgently, kneeling in front of you with a worried expression on his face. You took a deep breath, letting Derek help you up from the couch as you continued breathing in and out, trying to ignore the searing pain now building up. There was a wet spot on the couch where you had been sitting when your water broke. 

“The baby,” you replied, “the baby is coming. Like, right now,” you told him, letting out a choked cry of pain, making Liam’s head snap up. He stood quickly, nearly lunging for you before Stiles yanked him back. 

“Let go!” Liam exclaimed, trying to make his way over to you. He could hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest, he could smell your anxiety, and he knew you were in pain. He just didn’t know why. He grabbed Stiles’ shirt, tugging the sleeve urgently, distress in his eyes. “What’s wrong with Y/N? What’s wrong with the baby? Why is she in pain?” 

Nobody answered him, they were all too busy crowding around you hurriedly. Lydia was searching the loft frantically for your hospital bag, throwing it into Derek’s outstretched hands when she was located it triumphantly. Scott held your hand tightly, focusing on taking your immense pain away while Malia and Kira helped you slip into your shoes. Stiles was busy holding a terrified Liam back; the boy was confused and mostly upset for you. 

“I-I don’t understand, what’s happening? Will someone just tell me what’s going on with Y/N?” His voice rose, his tone edging on hysteria as he watched Derek gently lead you toward the door while you clutched your stomach and continued panting. Stiles finally let Liam go, and he immediately rushed over to you, looking scared. 

“Aw, Liam, baby, I’m fine. I promise.” You told him, smiling weakly up at your other baby, your first baby, doing your best to soothe his unease. “I’m having the baby, that’s all. I’m gonna be fine, okay?” You made to walk past Derek, down to your car. 

Derek, noticing how Liam reluctantly stepped aside to let you pass, said, “Why don’t you come with us to hospital? So you can make sure that she isn’t in any pain. You and Scott know how to take away pain, I don’t, and I need to make sure that I can keep my eyes on the road. Plus, I know she’d want you to be there.” Liam nodded eagerly, already feeling a little calmer now that he was following you out to the car, sitting in the back seat and clutching your hand tightly. He didn’t even mind that you were probably breaking every bone in his hand right now, he was taking your pain away, and that was what mattered. 

You turned around in your seat, your forehead shining with sweat, though your pain had significantly lessened. Liam gave you a reassuring smile. “Thank you, sweetheart,” you murmured. He shot you another smile in return, grateful that he was there to help you, just as you had always helped him. 


Liam frowned deeply as he heard you let out another loud, agonizing cry of pain. His hands were shaking slightly, his foot tapping impatiently against the white floor tiles of Beacon Hills Memorial. He glanced over at Derek, who had his hands clasped tightly together and was in deep concentration. Liam didn’t even have to ask to know that Derek was listening to everything that was going on inside of your hospital room. Neither of them were allowed inside, despite their protests and complaints. 

They were waiting for nearly two hours by the time the noise coming from inside your room stopped, replaced with the sound of a baby crying loudly and the affectionate coos of congratulations from the nurses and doctors gathered in your room. Melissa McCall was the first out of the room, followed by a few other doctors. She looked around at the pack, all assembled in the tiny hospital room, and beamed at the all. Derek breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that both you and the baby were alright, and safe, and healthy. 

“Immediate family only for right now, guys. Y/N needs to rest for a little bit,” she explained as Derek stood up from the chair, a nervous smile appearing on his face as he went to open the door. Liam sighed, slumping in his seat. He’d have to wait until tomorrow to see you. Derek turned around, raising his eyebrows at Liam. 

“Aren’t you coming?” Derek asked, looking genuinely confused as to why Liam wasn’t following him into the room. Liam grinned, standing up and nodding. Before they both entered the room, a different doctor stopped them. 

“He’s immediate family?” The doctor asked, gesturing to Liam, who was immediately offended. Derek slung an arm around Liam’s shoulders. 

“Yeah, my adopted son. And I’m sure his tired mother in there,” Derek pointed to your door, “would be very pleased to know that you aren’t letting her son see her.” Liam had always been sure that Derek was simply tolerant of him, that he was only accepting of Liam because he was Scott’s beta, and because you loved Liam like he was your own. But no, Derek really did care for the kid, and he had come to regard him as a son as soon as Liam started to look up to you both as parents. 

When they entered the room, the first thing they noticed was the pure love and happiness shining brightly in your eyes as you gazed down at the bundle in your arms. And then they noticed that you were crying a little as you stared down at your baby with pure awe. You glanced up at them, smiling even wider. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Derek said quietly, unable to stop the smile that was growing on his face. He walked over to you, sitting at the edge of the bed. You sat up straighter, offering the tiny baby to him. Derek Hale’s tough facade completely melted away when he took his little baby girl out of your arms and held her tightly, adoration clear on is face. “Look at her, she’s so beautiful already,” he whispered to you, not taking his eyes off his baby girl. He was crying a little bit, too. 

“I know, I know, I love her so much,” you mumbled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. You blinked away more happy tears, noticing that you were missing a member of your family. “Where’s Li? Is he alright?” You looked over Derek’s shoulder, motioning for Liam to come forward. He had been standing shyly at the doorway, not wanting to interrupt a private moment. “What’re you doing over there, sweetie? Come over here and meet your little sister,” you told him, watching as he nervously made his way over to you, sitting next to you on the hospital bed and peering down at the tiny baby in Derek’s arms.

“Do you want to hold her?” Derek asked Liam, offering the baby to her big brother. Liam took her carefully, and you showed him the correct way to hold her so that she wouldn’t be uncomfortable or get hurt. 

“She’s really cute,” Liam said, using one finger to gently stoke her tiny cheek. Her eyes would open and close every so often, and she made little noises under her breath as she slept, and Liam absolutely adored his new baby sister. “What’s her name?” He wondered, gently rocking her in his arms when she began to stir. You held you arms out, and Liam gave her back to you. 

“I was thinking Laura, after your sister, Der,” you said, shifting the baby in your arms so that you could grab his hand. Derek nodded gratefully, pushing back some of your hair. 

“I think Laura is perfect,” he replied, wiping his own eyes on his sleeve and wrapping his arms around you and the baby. “Hey, get in the family group hug, kid,” he told Liam, moving over to give Liam some well-deserved room on the small hospital bed as well. Liam hugged you first, then Derek, and then he leaned down and placed a tiny kiss on little Laura’s head. “I love you guys. I know I don’t say it very often, but I do. You’re my family, all of you.” 

He looked pointedly at Liam, whom he knew didn’t always feel like he truly fit in with you and Derek and baby Laura. But Liam was a part of your family, and he had been even before moving in with you, even before accidentally calling you his mom. He loved you guys, and he was always going to be immensely grateful that you had given him motherly affection and love and provided him a home where he truly felt safe. 

Maybe he wasn’t your blood, not like Laura was, but you loved both your babies just like a mother should. So did Derek. And that was what mattered. 

Important

Did you notice how Isak’s voice sounded after Even said he was going to hurt him and then that Isak would have started hating him?
When Isak said “No! You don’t know shit about what’s going to happen!” his voice broke and after saying “An atom bomb could drop on our heads tomorrow, and this conversation is therefore just a waste of time.” he was literally about to cry. Even if Isak didn’t say particularly he’s the happiest person in the world when he’s with Even (which is evident), lying or whatever, by being about to cry and maybe a little angry at Even because of him feeling insecure and scared of hurting Isak in some way, because of him feeling wrong for not saying Isak he was bipolar, because of him scared of losing Isak, because of him who would rather lose Isak than hurt him, Isak said that he loves him. That he’s happy with Even, whether he’s bipolar or something else. That he wants to be with Even, he wants to be with him anyways, in every parallel universe, because Even and Isak are just meant to be. Together. They belong to each other. No mental illness can prevent this. Isak can’t imagine a world without Even, can’t imagine not being with him. Isak needs Even like Even needs Isak. That’s insurmountable. And if a mental illness could bring some problems, they’ll just try to fix them taking one day at a time, one hour at a time, a minute at a time.

Marichat week day 1: secret dating

he tries