sorry if its look dark

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i just like drawing jimin (photo cred)

anonymous asked:

What would be going through the guys mind as they raced to get to their s/o but as they look into their girls eyes know they would make it in time to save them, but She has a look of understanding (Haha sorry its so dark)

AH YES ANGST [I kinda went overboard with Donnie lmao]

LEONARDO

He can’t keep his cool.

He yells as his running and your tipping off the edge, he doesn’t stray and just yells your name over and over like somehow if he yelled it loud enough it would keep you from falling. But it didn’t.

You locked eyes with him just seconds before you fell and his heart skipped, his breathe staggered and through misty eyes he knew you forgave him.

But he didn’t want forgiveness, he wanted you. To be okay and to be here, with him. He tried force himself to believe you didn’t fall. That you were okay and that he got to you in time because he was the hero. The leader. He could do things others couldn’t. He tried, tried so hard to believe you were okay.

But you weren’t. And he had to come to terms with that.

The next few weeks, he didn’t say much, ate almost nothing and there was nothing in his mind but those forgiving eyes. But he’s still so sorry.

RAPHAEL

He’s desperate.

His chest is tight with panic and he feels as if he can’t breathe.

That car hurtling towards you wasn’t stopping. It wasn’t stopping and your foot was stuck and he was racing to save you, desperately hoping beyond all hope.

But God had other plans for you.

Raph locked eyes with you, and you smiled. Your eyes shined in a way that gave him calm, but he couldn’t feel it with all the blood rushing through his head. He knew what you were trying to do. You knew he wasn’t going to able to get to you in time and he saw that look and understood. But he didn’t accept it. He didn’t want to.

Just before the truck hit you, he felt a lightning bolt of panic. Anger. He felt everything.

That truck hitting you.

The screaming he was doing, but not hearing.

And that forgiving look you gave him, it was like fire in his head, one that for the life him he will never able to put out.

MIKEY

Hope. He has a world of hope in his head that he could catch you before you were consumed by the explosion.

His eyes never left yours, the rapid beeping like shock-waves that made him push himself farther, harder.

He felt his mouth moving, but he couldn’t here himself saying your name because his eyes, his mind was on you.

And the look you were giving him.

The look that said “it’s okay, I know.”

The look that told him “I forgive you, Mikey.”

The look that he will never forget, “I love you.”

He was blown back by the shock-waves, the ringing in his ears like the twitters of a songbird. He was distraught. Unbelieving. He made a promise to you, that he would never let harm come to you. But he broke it. He couldn’t feel the tears bubbling in his eyes and streaming down his face. He knew they were there.

As his concerned brothers surrounded him, all he could let leave from his bleeding lips was your name.

DONATELLO

He calculated. He mapped. He was sure of it. The tremors, the quakes before the storm. He knew what it all meant. He had everything thought out.

Except one factor. You.

He didn’t count on you wanting to surprise him with a new phone. He was counting on your appearance in the lair.

But you didn’t come and that’s what sent him rushing out into the open. He was always calculative. He always thought things through. But he could barely keep his balance, fraught with worry and panic as the ground cracked underneath him.

He spotted you. In the crowd of screaming people.

You were looking down and that’s what shook him to his core. You were going to fall.

He sprinted towards you, calling your name. Over and over, louder and louder still. He didn’t care if the screams turned to him. He didn’t care if the throngs of people saw him. All he knew was you.

And you looked to him. He was so far away but that look made him feel so very near. It was a look that understood. It was a look that tore his heart because he knew that you knew. He couldn’t save you.

You smiled at him and just before the ground crumbled beneath you, he lets out a strangled cry. He wasn’t counting on you dying today.

He wanted to grow old with you, he wanted nothing more than to see you come back to him. He always kicked around the bush and the small, black box in his pocket reminded him that the most precious person in his life is gone.

APRIL

Her throat was sore. Her hands felt numb and her shoulders shook.

Just please hold on. Please for one minute more, Y/N.

You clung to the edge of the bridge with everything you had and there were tears in her eyes as you slipped further.

She couldn’t lose you. There wasn’t a chance. If you died she would go running, and kick down Heaven’s gate just to bring you back.

But then you slipped.

And it was so surreal. It seemed like an hour pasted between your hands slipping away and your eyes meeting hers.

Her lips seemed numb as she mumbled frantically, denying for her tears that you were gone.

But you were. You were had slipped before she could get to you.

Before she could tell you. Before she could hold your hands and see you smile. Before she could says those three words that were left dying in the back of her throat.

And the worst part was that you forgave her. And she knew it. And she hated herself for it.

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Sil. XXX; clemente and the king of concordia.

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Everybody give it up for Normani!”

- Ally before singing “Gonna Get Better” to Normani