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The Granddads

Sobs @funkzpiel I suck so bad at math and didn’t know today is your birthday! I’m so sorry!!! But for your present, lemme pull out my third (but not final) story for you. I give you: the granddads. Happy birthday you amazing, wonderful, lovely person. You’re one of the best people I’ve met since joining Tumblr, and I am so blessed to have met you!

It’s a quiet day when a young man with dark brown hair and freckles dusted across his cheeks walks down the path to a cabin sequestered within the woods. There’s a dusty backpack that has seen better days on his shoulders, and his hands are holding a notebook with various pages sticking out haphazardly sticking out. There’s a spring in his step and a cheery tune escaping his lips as he treads along the familiar path. The path continues on for a little while more, before the trees clear to reveal a quaint little cabin perched near a merrily running river. There’s smoke spiraling gently out of the chimney, and if he squints hard enough, he can see the orange fur of a Kneazle stretching languidly on the green grass, basking under the warm sun. The young man breathes in deeply, the scent of hay and water and delicious cooking filling his senses. Adjusting the straps of his backpack, he approaches the cabin, and with a slight turn of a groaning doorknob, enters the home of his grandparents.

As usual, there are several shoes strewn haphazardly along the doorway, the soles dirtied with mud and grass. There are other shoes neatly lined on the shoe rack, and the young man can easily tell which shoes belong to which grandparent. Someone shuffles into view as he’s hanging up his dusty coat, and an older, but still lanky Newton Scamander, famed Magizoologist, stares in befuddlement at him. The young man, Rolf, grins lopsidedly at his grandfather and holds his hands out for an equally wizened Demiguise who lopes over to him and clutch at his neck, gentle as he ever was since Rolf was but a babe. Crooning a fond hello to Dougal, who chatters something in his ear, Rolf waves at Newt, “Hello Gramps, did you forget I was arriving today?”

Newt, bright red hair now a muted white, blinks and reaches out to embrace his grandson, still confused. “Wait, today’s…today?” Without waiting for a reply, he calls out to the kitchen, “Percy! Did you know today is today? Rolf is here!” Said man rolls his eyes affectionately, holding Grampy Newt in one arm and Dougal in the other. Sounds of clanging pots float from the kitchen, and Rolf’s other grandfather, the Percival Graves, former Director of Magical Security and love of one Newt Scamander’s life, strides out. Rolf notes with some amusement and awe, that despite the delicate apron around Grampy Percy’s waist, and the glasses perched dangerously on his nose, the man has yet to lose an ounce of dignity and authority that made him the much feared and respected Auror in his youth. Percival’s eyes light up and he moves nearer to hug Rolf and sneak a kiss onto his husband’s cheek.

“Rolf! We weren’t expecting you so soon today! I was just making your favourite dishes, so pardon the mess. How did you find Asia?” The younger man chuckles, and gently depositing Dougal onto the floor, ushers his grandparents back into the kitchen, where the mouth-watering scent of Grampy Percy’s cooking is reminding him of his rather empty stomach. “Asia was lovely Gramps, a bit hot, but nothing I couldn’t handle. The rainforests of Borneo were absolutely fantastic; I’ll have to bring you both someday. You’d love it, Grampy Newt.” Percival smiles fondly at their grandson, who’s very nearly an exact replica of Newt and who’s followed in his footsteps as a magizoologist. The boy had decided to visit Asia for an entire year, and while his parents were concerned because as intelligent Rolf is, he takes after Newt in being rather absent-minded. Percival had his own concerns over Rolf’s safety, but seeing his grandson blabber on excitedly about his wonderful experiences and Newt chiming in about any new discoveries, Percival cannot help but smile indulgently at his two boys, responding with appropriate hmms and ahhs whilst stirring at the delicious smelling soup. The smell of spices attract Rolf, who sidles up to him and begs, with wide hazel eyes, for a taste of Percival’s signature turnip soup. He’s joined by Newt, and with two pairs of hazel eyes staring pleadingly at Percival for a sip, the man stands no chance. Rolling his eyes heavenward, Percival ladles out two small bowls for Newt and Rolf, who slurp loudly at the soup and proceed to heap praises of how exquisite Percival’s cooking is, and what a kind, loving man he is. Eventually, the former Auror shoos them both out of the kitchen, knowing that Rolf is itching to visit Newt’s suitcase and his beloved creatures. A low chittering to his right alerts Percival to Dougal’s presence, who perches on the kitchen top and stares at him curiously, no doubt entranced by the smell of his cooking. Having a soft spot for the elderly creature, Percival slips some fruit to Dougal, who nods sagely in appreciation. The two keep each other company, with occasional chittering and grunts from Dougal, and mumblings from Percival as he cooks the various dishes both Newt and Rolf love.

It’s dinner time when Newt and Rolf emerge from the former’s suitcase, with a baby mooncalf cradled in the latter’s arms. The little creature bleats happily as it nestles deeper into Rolf, and while it’s quite really the most adorable thing Rolf has ever seen, it weighs a bloody ton, and it’s not even fully grown. The two men settle at the dining table, the mooncalf still in Rolf’s arms, and when Percival turns from the stove, his lips are pursed. “Rolf, for the love of Merlin, I told you no creatures at the table!” There’s a blast of offended screeching from somewhere near Percival’s feet, and he reaches down to placate the irate Dougal and help him up one of the chairs. “Except for you, of course, Dougal.” He opens his mouth to continue his lecture, one Rolf is very much acquainted with, when Newt shushes him with one long finger across his lips and a tenderly vexed look on his face, and just like that, Percival forgets anything he has to say, and there’s a brief silence where both elderly wizards, with wrinkles at the corner of their eyes and mouth and face, and who have had decades of marriage, partnership and friendship between them, just stand and smile at one another. For a moment, Rolf can see the ghosts of their younger selves standing there, hair unmarred by white and skin untouched by wrinkles, bodies strong and upright and not stooped, and he wonders at the gift of love his grandparents have, and if he should be lucky enough to love someone as strongly as Percival Graves and Newt Scamander love one another.

A slight snuffle from Dougal breaks the spell, and Percival clears his throat as he orders his husband back to the table, levitating the remainder of dishes on the table and Rolf hides a grin behind the glass of water he’s drinking, because Grampy Percy is blushing, and only Grampy Newt can make him blush. Dinner goes by uneventfully, without any creatures escaping the confines of the suitcase, or any owl dropping by with requests asking for Percival or Newt’s advice. One of the reasons they moved out within the forest, Percival tells his grandson with a grimace, is that they were being flooded with owls, many of which were upset that there were other creatures stealing their owl treats. It turns out that owl shit is really difficult to clean out of everything, and Percival moved them to a cabin that belonged to the Graves family which was on an Unplottable piece of land, meaning no owl shit and more peace.

It’s not to say that dinner is boring, far from it. Rolf’s favourite thing about visiting his grandparents is how there is never a shortage of entertaining stories, be it Newt making new discoveries at the ripe age of 90, or Percival griping (in jest, of course) to his grandson about how he has to run after Newt to make sure nothing eats him, or just seeing the two being ever in love. It’s a wonder, he tells the elderly wizards, how they’re still so in love with each other despite being together for so long, and asks the secret to their love. He promptly regrets asking the question when Newt, mischief dancing in his bright eyes, gives him the most serious look ever, and says, “Experiment in the bedroom.” “Your Grampy Newt likes handcuffs.” “Sure, say it like you don’t enjoy it.” “Gramps!” “Sorry Rolf.” “We can recommend some of the toys we use, if you like.” “Stop it Percy, look he’s passed out! You just killed your own grandson!” “Oh shit. Rolf, Rolf sweetheart? Is he breathing? Oh shit. Your son is going to kill me.” “I’m going to kill you.” “You won’t get any head then.” “Percival Graves!” “Right. Rolf. Grandson. Getting right on it.”

whyimmathere  asked:

For the Molliarty/Sherlolly prompts: “When I said you’re mine, I meant it.”, "Take off your shirt.”, “I’ll just tell your mom on you.” and “Turn that sh*t off!!!!” in Jim/Molly style. Pretty please, sweetheart. Give auntie some shipping sugar ;)

Taken from this list, for Molliarty and Sherlolly.


37. “When I said you were mine, I meant it.” 

It was awfully, terribly cold. Freezing.

Molly wanted to sob her fucking heart out. She was freezing cold, and she didn’t want to take a cab. She was going to walk home.


Lost cause, Christmas without a family. She didn’t know why she couldn’t ignore the tradition altogether.

Compensating for her mouth and breasts.

Molly blinked away her tears.

You always say such horrible things.

Molly Hooper was a crier. She was a quiet crier, one who did it privately, by herself (a lesson she learned when she had sobbed after Bobby Downs had cut off her hair in fourth grade). There was catharsis in tears, in letting out pain to yourself.

She’d even cried when she’d broken up with Jim Moriarty. Fun story, that one – having dated and broken up with a criminal mastermind. But Jim had never been cruel. Besides all the murder, of course.

Molly didn’t like thinking about Jim. She didn’t like thinking about how much she’d actually liked him, how satisfying he had been sexually or anything he had ever said to her –

When I said you’re mine, I meant it.

What an offhand comment, and the one that had hurt the most after she had broken up with him. Something that continuously haunted her, hurt her everytime she remembered what he really had been. Jim Moriarty was dangerous, no two ways about it.

When I said you’re mine, I meant it.

He’d said with such feeling, too. He was an excellent actor. She had looked at him and believed him – with his dilated pupils, his hand holding hers, his lips so close to hers – so comfortable, so demanding.

Molly wanted to cry all over again.

Not this time. This time, all she wanted to do was not cry. Not give him the satisfaction. Not cry. Not give them the satisfaction – both Sherlock and Jim.

She stepped into soggy and snowed in sludge.

She swore.

The lump in her throat became pronounced, and she swallowed the pain but the stupid, stupid tears began gushing.

She stumbled onto the park bench, her eyes in her hands, crying her heart out.

The stranger on the park bench ignored her entirely, busy on his phone. She didn’t want to look at him, whoever he was.

He got up, his coat shuffling.

“Merry Christmas,” he said by way of parting.

Molly hid her face further in her hands, unwilling to reveal the red blotches on her cheeks.

He passed her a handkerchief. Molly took it – partly because it was given with a lack of pity.

Laced into the corner were the words:

I meant it.

anonymous asked:

Even his grump face is adorable. How could he intimidate anyone?


HOWEVER. Do not piss him off for real. Because Keith absolutely has the ability to intimidate you:

Keith is dangerous. You do not want to become his enemy. Wanna know why? He is scary when he loses his temper, sure, but look at this:

Keith is calculating. The times where he keeps his cool he knows 100% what he is doing, risks and possible failures included. He was able to fight side by side with Thace and leave him to die a few seconds after. He is realistic, has a sharp mind and an even sharper temper - we’re lucky that he hangs out with his friends so much because on his own he would be terrifying :P

- mod: happykeith

Fraxus Week 2017: Day 2
∟ Reverse → I’ve wanted to draw the clothes swap for such a long time already, and this prompt was kinda fitting, so I guess it’s Close Enough™ 

Dating Bruce Wayne Would Include

(Btw I am using the Batman v Superman Bruce Wayne, y’all)

  • Not being entirely sure as to how it all even happened
    • On the off-chance that you’re one of Gotham’s minimal elite, you probably met Bruce at a charity gala and, for some reason beyond your comprehension, he picked you out of the other well-dressed women
    • In the higher likelihood that you don’t come from an affluent family, there’s a multitude of possibilities as to where you met: Maybe you were at a gala working as part of the catering company and he accidentally spilled red wine on you. Maybe you worked as an intern or temp or had a desk job somewhere in the Wayne Enterprise building in Gotham. Or maybe he just saw some assholes giving you a rough time and he stepped in and then offered to walk you home.

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god, do i miss homestuck. 

 and i KNOW that’s standard fare, i know most of us are over it, but i still can’t wrap my head around the fact that it’s been a year already? because homestuck had been such a big part of my life for so long, and suddenly- it’s gone.

homestuck redefined fandom for me, and i know that there won’t ever be something quite like it again- the way we came together, the upd8 culture and the cons and the panels, the lyricstucks, the fansongs and animations and meetups and the way we were a family, of sorts, united by our love for this dumb webcomic that brought us together- there’s never going to be anything like that. homestuck was a cultural masterpiece, a revolution in and of itself, and i honestly don’t think anything can top it in terms of impact. 

 homestuck was just so big, so much, for so long, and it’s hard to believe that- it’s not anymore. and it’s hard to believe that everyone’s moved on from something that we loved so much, that shaped us so much, that brought us together like nothing else before. 

 and maybe there will be no more spin the faygo games at cons. maybe there will be no more lyricstucks or fansongs, no more bucket full of homestuck-style panels, no more rush to make upd8 art and cosplay new characters and update shipping charts with all new quadrants. maybe it really is over. but we’re all still here, whether we like it or not. 

we’d use to joke that “the ride never ends.” and it doesn’t, not really. because homestuck is something that sticks with you no matter what. so this is a love letter to my favorite story, the story that made me who i am. happy 4/13, everybody. thanks for eight fantastic years.

heathers songs ft. alternate titles
  • beautiful: Teen Angst™
  • candy store: the mean girls are Petty And Pretty
  • fight for me: dude in trench coat punches a guy and now veronica is scared and horny
  • freeze your brain: 7/11 worship
  • big fun: dang dang diggity danga dang
  • dead girl walking: veronica fucks trench coat guy because she's angry
  • the me inside of me: steamy scene is over now time to murder a pretty girl
  • blue: drunk teenagers want to get laid and fail miserably
  • our love is god: drunk teenagers want to get laid and fail miserably, this time featuring murder
  • my dead gay son: gay dads mourn their gay sons
  • seventeen: jd you done fucked up
  • shine a light: why hasn't this teacher been fired yet
  • lifeboat: heather mac deserves better
  • shine a light (reprise): heather duke deserves to be punched in the face
  • kindergarten boyfriend: laughing and sobbing at the same time
  • yo girl: this song on an infinite loop describes anxiety pretty well
  • meant to be yours: jd doesn't know how to count to three
  • dead girl walking (reprise): congratulations, you played yourself
  • i am damaged: boom boom motherfucker
  • seventeen (reprise): the evil has been banished

anonymous asked:

okay but the worst thing about obi-wan having ewan's singing voice is... how would he know? The jedi don't seem likely to engage in frivolous things like lullabies or singing - maybe the republic itself doesn't do music! I mean, their idea of opera is giant space bubbles! So obes has never sung before in his life until he's off to tattoonie with fussy baby luke and a woman on a ship starts singing a lullaby to quiet him and obes picks it up and BAM ewan voice, while the lady sits back like daamn

OH MY GOD OK, I have a LOT of feelings about Obi-Wan and Baby Luke on that initial trip to Tatooine. Like…how long did it take? Did they have to take the equivalent of Space Bus transportation so as not to arouse suspicion? How the hell did Obi-Wan hold it together?

This combined with the above is killing me. Poor Broken Obi-Wan and teeny newborn Luke. They are all the other has right now, and Obi-Wan knows next to nothing about newborns (even if he has met tiny kids at the Temple before, they’re not day-old babies which are a WHOLE different world.) 

And Luke is SUPER hungry and he hasn’t been sleeping and he’s really, really, fussy. And Obi-Wan is exhausted and traumatized, and worried all this crying is going to attract attention. And then Obi-Wan notices some mother on the Space Bus sing-songily calming her baby and he’s like…well, maybe I can try that. I’ve heard people singing before on various planets. He knows some traditional Mandalorian songs, maybe. 

And so he tries it. And he sounds like Obi-Wan McGregor. And Baby Luke is like 😲 followed by 😴. 

Luke always likes hearing people sing after that. He’s not entirely sure why, but it’s always been soothing. 


been together for 5,750 years

BTS Reaction | Kissing another member

Request; the bts member your dating seeing you kissing another member

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon would be more disappointed with you than he was angry, he wouldn’t understand why you would kiss Jin when the two of you had been so happy in your relationship.

“Why did you kiss Jin? I thought were were happy Y/N…”

Kim Seokjin

Jin would blame himself when he saw you kiss Namjoon. He’d think back to all the times he was unable to be there and support you because of work, thinking that he wasn’t a good enough boyfriend and that he didn’t deserve you.

“Y/N, I know you kissed nNamjoon” “You don’t have to explain, I know I’m not good enough for you”

Min Yoongi

Yoongi would be glaring at you from the door way, tears rolling down his face, when you noticed him he’d just continue to stare at you in disbelief, his eyes full of hurt and anger.

“Really Y/N?” “You were always so worried i’d cheat when I was away on tour when I never even looked at another girl, and hear you are kissing my bandmate, Jung Hoseok of all people"

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok would be more upset than angry, walking away from the studio when he saw you and Yoongi kissing. He always knew you had a soft spot for Yoongi but he never knew you’d do that to him, when he calmed down he’d confront you about it later.

“I saw you kiss Yoongi in the studio, did it mean anything?” Are you breaking up with me for him?” 

Park Jimin

Jimin wouldn’t quite believe what he saw, he’d wait till later to ask you about it and would probably end up crying, knowing deep down what he saw was real but he still had some hope that it was just his imaginitation.

“You wasn’t kissing Taehyung earlier, right?” “Please tell me I was just imagining things”

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung would have a hard time bringing himself to even look at you after he caught you kissing Jimin, he thought he could trust you but the moment he saw you two together, any ounce of trust he had for you was gone.

“Why did you do it Y/N?” “Am I not enough, did I do something wrong?”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would storm off the moment he saw you and Taehyung kissing, he wouldn’tbe able to hold back his tears, sobbing loudly . He’d end up blaming himself thinking he wasn’t good enough for you and that’s why you kissed someone else.

“It’s my fault, don’t apologise” “I’m not there for you enough, I’m sorry I should have been, it’s all my fault but please let me be a better boyfriend, don’t leave me”

Cheeb Utena and Anthy!

It’s been years since I watched RGU but I never got to draw them, now I’ve finally sat down to do it. I’m hoping to make this into stickers maybe!



“Humans and Monsters”

Part 1 / Part 2 (here) /Part 3 (tba)/ Part ???

anonymous asked:

Sorry but am I the only one SOBBING after Louis' interview???? So much of it just hurt my heart but a lot of it just made me even prouder and jfc I have too many emotions rn pls tell me I'm not alone

…I mean…I liked the pictures? 

I’ve been thinkin about this a lot. So I’m going to elaborate.

When it comes to just about anything to do with Louis this is 100% me

And while there were definitely parts of the interview that had me wanting to cry in a very not so cool way, a lot of it just didn’t quite sit well with me. I’m not surprised with how they’re marketing Louis, since this is the same incompetent “team” that’s been behind his PR for years, but the content of the interview just had me like  

Let’s focus on the positive for a moment…he looks incredible.


But then as you start to add headlines to these photos it’s gets a bit…eh

Louis is so incredibly talented as both a a singer and songwriter and this narrative is disappointing because when you’re trying to launch someone’s solo SINGING career, exactly what good does it do to begin a headline with “Not the best singer”? 

Which is why when people praise this article saying how great it is I’m like

There are certainly very honest and raw moments in this article, and I do think it was well written. The parts of actual dialogue are gripping, but the way in which they’re framed sells Louis short in my opinion. I can’t sit here and say, “Wow this part was great and I’m just going to ignore all the other bits that kind of stuck out as odd to me.” 

They are using the same, and I mean the EXACT same, marketing tactics that they used with One Direction.

They’ve always tried to sell him as this working class Donny lad figure, which I’m pretty sure is why his relationship with Jamie Vardy has been so heavily publicised (aside from the rumours that he’ll play him in the biopic), but they’ve really made it sound like if he hadn’t made it into One Direction that he’d be mining coal somewhere right now…

And as ever, his image is tightly wound around a heterosexual “he’s taken” narrative. 

The difference between the use of “girlfriend” and “partner” is significant in that it implies permanence and adding fatherhood to that really shows how aggressively they’re veering away from targeting a young female audience demographic in terms of traditional marketing. They managed to put all that information into this article without any actual words from Louis.

The unfortunate thing about this article, is that the two things Louis actually talked about the least are now becoming the focal point of the narrative. 

Like, okay. We get it. He is doing the sex with the women. And all these seemingly random pap shots and snapchat cameos are suddenly coming out of the woodwork and they still can’t get a new quote about it…

What concerns me is that they’ve used their first opportunity to market Louis’ solo career this way. The end of the article is oddly dark and unsettling…

What the hell even was that? Like a pat on the back and a “Good luck kid,” as he chain smokes into the sunset? The vibe was very

And yeah, there have been some aggressive injustices in Louis’ life, no one should have to lose their mother that young and that suddenly, and I thought that part of the article was extremely well handled and verbalised. But, as someone who has appreciated Louis’ talent for years now, this article really didn’t have to make his insecurities the focal point. He didn’t have to diminish his existing collaborations by saying that he couldn’t get “big names” in the studio with him, therefore now isolating himself from pretty much everyone in the music industry. And the fact Simon Cowell got a nod in the article was like, “Hi! I’m a red flag!”

Like, Jesus Christ, he was put in a boy band, not sent to war. And if you’re telling me that Simon Cowell can’t pick up the phone and get big name writers into a room with Louis Tomlinson then I don’t know what to say. What bothers me the most is that this entire article sounds like a regurgitated speech from Simon Cowell that he probably used to manipulate Louis over the past five years. Despite his HUGE fan base, which has made him the most engaged with celebrity on Instagram, someone is still telling Louis he isn’t a frontman, when he has a global audience telling him the exact opposite. This article makes it sound like Syco is taking some kind of chance on one of the most successful musicians of the last decade. Louis wrote more of One Direction’s songs than any other member and there’s absolutely no reason to make his debut album sound more dramatic than Dunkirk. Like, “In a world where no one believed in him…Louis Tomlinson had to learn to believe in himself…COMING SUMMER 2017!” 

Ugh. It just…   

Anyway, I’m crying in a cool way over how gorgeous Louis looks here as a dramatic cat lady. 

And now it’s time to sashay away. Thanks for listening!

first love

jeff atkins x reader

word count: 904

warnings: death

“Babe, hurry up. Jessica’s party is in 2 hours and I promised I would help her set up.” Jeff said entering you room which was now covered in clothes. “Wow it looks like your closet threw up in here.”

“It’s the first party of my junior year and your senior one.” You said scavenging your clothes. You sat on the floor and threw the shirt in your hand. “I just want to look cute.”

“Y/N,” Your boyfriend said as he knelt next to you. “You’ll look beautiful in whatever you choose to wear, okay? But if you want my opinion, wear the that dress I bought you last month. I always thought you looked hot in it.”

You smiled up at your boyfriend who was now standing and holding out his hand. Taking his hand, you stood up and kissed him. “Thank you, J”

You went your bed and picked out the black dress. “Now get out so I can put on my face and get ready.”

“I can’t stay for the show?” He asked with a smirk.

“Out!” You said laughing pushing Jeff out your room.

You got to Jessica’s place early to help with the set up but not really so when Jeff went to go help the guys with the kegs you chatted with your friends Jess and Clay.

Clay was the one that had set you and Jeff up after hearing about your crush on the senior from Hannah.

By 10, the party was in full swing. Most kids were inside the house sitting in couches some were talking, others not so much. You were amongst the ones sitting in the living room talking to Tony.

You were in full conversation with your friend when you saw Jeff make his way out the room. You apologized to Tony and cut the conversation short. “And where are you going mister?” You said getting ahold of your boyfriend.

“Hey, I’m on provisions so I’m just gonna grab a couple more beers from the store.” He said.

“Okay, I’m coming too,” You happily said taking his large hand in your petite one.

“Nah babe, you don’t have to. Have fun with your friends, it is a party after all.”

You gave him the look and he knew there was no point in arguing. “Fine. Only cause you’re cute.” He kissed the top of your head.

You two successfully got the beers and you were on your way back.

You put on the radio and John Legend was on. “Oh my gosh, our song!” You squealed. This was the song that played in the background when you two first had sex.

“Cause all of meeee, loves all of youuu.” You and Jeff sang, pointing at each other. You held his hand as the chorus continued, wishing you could stay in this moment forever. Little did you know both your lives would change, in a major way.

You two were so mesmerized by one another you didn’t notice another car come out of nowhere. “Jeff, watch out!” You screamed as the car came rushing towards you. And that was the last thing you saw before darkness eclipsed you.

“Y/N, wake up. Wake up, baby girl.” Jeff said standing over you. “I need you to wake up for me.”

And you did.

You slowly lifted you heavy eyelids as the strong smell of anti-bacterial cleaner filled you nose. Your mouth was dry and you were laying down, in a bed it seemed, and the room was bright. Light from the window reflecting off the white walls, made you want to close your eyes again. You felt like you had slept for years, but you was still tired.

You heard the beeping of a machine and slowly turned your head towards the source of the noise. The muscles in your neck were stiff and sore. You saw your mother sitting in a chair by the window.

“Mom,” You said weakly.

“Hey,” She whispered, sitting at the edge of your hospital bed.

“Why am I…?” You said as you tried to sit up.

“You were in a coma, sweetie.” She said and your eyes widen. “Just for two days.”

You noticed your moms facial features. her eyes were sporing major bags and they were puffy and red. Has she been crying?

“Mom, where’s Jeff?” You asked looking around.

“Y/N, Jeff..uh..He didn’t make it.” She said as tears started brimming her eyes. “I know how much you loved him.”

“No, no no there’s no way,” You stuttered. This can’t be true. Jeff Atkins cannot die.

“Honey, I am so sorry but he … he died on scene.”

You were numb. Why him? You wanted to scream. Why him? “ B-But I-I didn’t- I didn’t get to say goodbye,” You sobbed. You couldn’t believe that the love of your life was…gone.

“Sshh, Y/N. Everything will be okay.” Your mom said  trying her hardest to soothe you. She laid next to you and wrapped her arms around you fragile body.

“I loved him, Mom. I loved him so much and now-” You cried into your moms chest.

“I know sweetie, I know.” She stroked your hair. “He loved you very much.”

“It was should have been me.” You clung to your mom as the nights events played over and over in your head.

Losing someone you deeply care about hurt. He was your first love and you will always love him. Always.


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i was lookin at @lovelylangst ’s page and all that langst made me think 

what if there was an exercise where the paladins have to find a fault within themselves??? anyways, i didn’t wanna write a whole fic so here we go with some langst drabble…..

Lance stares at Allura with an open mouth. “For this exercise you must think of and share one fault you have. You will discuss among yourselves.” They had to do what? The other’s must have seen his shock.

“What? Too much ego to even think of one?” Keith asks snidely. Lance frowns.

“Keith. While that was a bit harsh, he is right, Lance. It shouldn’t be too hard to find one. We all have problems.” Someone snorts and it takes Lance a second to realize it was Keith and not him. Shiro’s words stung, even if he didn’t mean them in a rude way.

“That-that’’s not what I was going to say at all.” Lance cuts in.

“Oh? Is the great Lance saying he actually has a fault?” Pidge asks sarcastically. Lance shoots them a glare.

“No.” That came out wrong. Now Allura is looking back at him, frustrated. 

“Lance it is normal to have flaws, just find something.” Lance’s patience is wearing thin. So thin it’s going to snap.

“NO! You guys don’t get it! I have too many to choose from! Which one do you want? My poor skills in hand to hand combat? My stupid and unnecessary jokes? My bad timing and luck? The fact that I’m just useless in general? You’re going to need to be more specific, Allura, or I won’t know what you mean.” Hot tears burn at his eyes, blurring his vision. He barely sees his teammates faces settle into shock and sadness.

 Someone is reaching out for his shoulder. A firm hand grips it, and Lance blinks away his tears to see Keith.

“I-I’m so sorry Lance, I-I didn’t mean it. I swear, I was just trying to joke around-I-I never meant it, really. You are so important Lance, I’m so sorry for making you feel that way.”  Lance gulps.

“Lance. Not all of that is true. You are not useless, you are our sharpshooter, you are irreplaceable. We could never think of you as anything less. You may joke a bit but your jokes help our team to calm down. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” Lance sniffles at Shiro’s words.

Hunk comes around beside him, silently wrapping him up in a tight hug. He feels Pidge join the hug after a few moments.

“I’m so sorry Lance. I’ve failed as your best friend. I don’t think I can even call myself that anymore.” Hunk sobs. 

I-I am so, so, so sorry.” Pidge says, hiding their face in his jacket. Slowly, the other start to join the hug, Allura and Coran last.

“My boy, I didn’t intend to hurt you this way. I am forever sorry.” Coran says, tears dripping down into his mustache.

“Lance, you are so very important to the team, and to us as people. I would never wish anyone else to take your place, as no one could fill it adequately.” Lance sobs, holding his space family closer. They stand there for what seems like forever, but no one is complaining, not even Keith. Noticing that, Lance pokes the red paladin.

“So you do care a bit, even an emo like you has some emotion.” Keith smiles and shakes his head.

“Of course I care, you idiot.” Lance is the happiest he’s been in ages, feeling the surrounding love and comfort of his team. 

It takes a while, and it’s never fully gone, but it gets better. Easier. The team only grows stronger, in spirit and power, and Lance is rightfully recognized as the heart of the team.