this made me cry few times

Fill in the Blank Fanfic Comment

As @lastbluetardis​ and I have watched the replies to our survey on fanfic feedback, one number has jumped out at us. 

Thirty-eight percent of you don’t reply because you don’t know what to say. 

So, I’m here to help. There are three parts to a basic fanfic comment. Pick a line from each section, and you’ll have a comment that I guarantee will make any author smile. 

1) Compliment “This was…” (Choose one.)

  1. So good!
  2. Great!
  3. Excellent!
  4. Brilliant!
  5. So sad!

You can stop here if you want. Honestly. Several of you indicated that this doesn’t feel like enough, or that saying the same thing on multiple chapters of a story feels silly. I have regular readers who leave variations of, “I loved it!” on every single thing I write, including updates of my multi-chapter works, and can I tell you how much I love them? Because I know they are reading with me every time, and I know they loved it every time. 

If you want to go beyond the compliment, you can add:

2) Emotional reaction “It made me…”

  1. Laugh
  2. Cry
  3. Flail
  4. Swoon

That’s a good spot to mention a moment in the story, if you want. “It made me swoon when they kissed for the first time.” “I cried when the Doctor told Rose about Gallifrey.” etc.

3) Closing sentiment

  1. Thank you for sharing.
  2. This made me smile.
  3. I can’t wait to read more.

If you choose an option from each section, you might get something like, “This was excellent! I flailed when he finally admitted he was the one sending her secret admirer notes. Thanks for sharing!” That’s a comment that will put a smile on any author’s face.

And because I know some of you are sceptical, here are a few posts with lots of notes that say the same thing: post post post post post post 

We happen to be at the beginning of Fandom Fic Rec Days right now, which gives you an excellent chance to practice your new skills. Go find a fic you loved and post the link, along with a comment based on this template that tells people why they should read it. “This story is brilliant. The author made me cry when they wrote about the Doctor seeing Rose again during End of Time. You should go read it!”

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I’m not sure if this is something I should be posting about and might seem silly to even bring up but I kind of just wanted to put emphasis on what an incredibly kind person Josh Dun is. On the Quiet Is Violent Tour I attended 7 dates one in which I gave Josh the jacket I had made. I never in my wildest dreams thought he would care for it at all. I’ve made things before for friends and others around me and have always been told everything I’ve ever made has been very mediocre even though it’s something I sewed together with my own hands.

However, at the Los Angeles date I gave Josh the jacket and he took the time to put it on to see if the jacket would fit after I apologized for being extremely dumb enough to put it on a large jacket when he isn’t large at all. He said it was perfect and that he would wear it all the time but I never ever ever thought that would happen just because he must receive stuff like this all the time. 

A few days later I literally could not believe that he went out of his way and made a post about it on Tumblr. Then when I flew to Texas to see them and each day I would hear or see of him wearing it. There is literally nothing in the entire world that could mean more to me than all of this.

I literally cry just thinking about it. It literally is the nicest thing anyone has ever said or done and I can’t explain how much it means to me. I hope he knows that he actually made my entire life. This band has changed my life in so many ways and I can’t put into words how much they mean to me. They aren’t only changing lives with their music but them as individuals as well. Thank you Josh for making me feel like maybe everything I do isn’t always an embarrassment. You mean the world to me.

To The Boy I Never Dated But Still Broke My Heart

Once upon a time you made me feel special. You gave me hope. For once I had self confidence. Just thinking someone as perfect as you would take time out of their day just to text me. I actually felt pretty for once. When you would tell me I looked cute or my outfit was cute I got butterflies. More than you could ever imagine. You, just being you, made me happy. I never thought of you just wanting me for my body, or anything like that. Mainly because of the way we talked. We talked like we were best friends that had known each forever. There was a few times where we had ran out of things to talk about but we always found something, even if it was the smallest thing. Like I said “once upon a time”. Well time always runs out eventually. When I noticed we were drifting I broke, I really did. I didn’t know I cared about you so much until you weren’t there as much. Whenever you started dating someone, I felt my heart break. I started crying, instead of making me happy you made me cry and break. I always act happy. I usually am. I just cared so much about you when you just kinda disappeared you took a piece of me with you.

PSA; miraculous fandom.

Hello fandom. I am adriexnette, and also a former admin at miraculousdaily. Even though i was one of the first people to start to blog, I finally decided to leave the blog for my own mental health. This past Thursday afternoon, I left the blog, clocked the main admin as well as the blog itself, and looked towards a new start.

However, I’ve been bottling these feelings out for so long, that to create a true new start, I had to get it out. So here I am, letting it out. 

The reason i left is the main admin, captainpoe. Without further a do, here is a list of some of the things he made me go through as an admin of that blog:

  • Deleted I post that i reblogged onto miraculousdaily from my own blog, and made another post with the exact same information.
  • Deleted a post that i reblogged onto miraculousdaily from zagtoondaily and made another post with the exact same information.
  • Yelled at me for asking him to delete a repost
  • Yelled at me for deleting a piece of fake information that was starting to circulate
  • Refused to use the zagspoilers tag and insulting me for wanting it
  • Not giving me credit when he was told that he had to use the zagspoilers tag when he was blogging
  • Yelling at me for not posting on the blog during my college apps
  • Insulted the fandom and pretended that he didn’t want to take part in it
  • Yell at me every time i forgot to tag something
  • Insult zagtoondaily behind their backs
  • Repeatedly told me that he wanted us to be the number one blog for everything.
  • Repeatedly telling me he wants to be the only blog posting news
  • Making me shake every time my chat box rings
  • Yelled at me when I was trying to get him to listen to something i had to say but he disagreed with
  • Insulted my friends and called them “whiny babies”
  • Insulted gifmakers in the fandom and calling them “whiny bitches”
  • Made the same gifset as me right after I explicitly messaged him and told him that I already had done it
  • Posted the exact same thing as me after he saw it on my blog 
  • Refused to reblog any of my original stuff on miraculousdaily unless I “payed” for it later with gifs and news on miraculousdaily
  • Prohibited me from coming up to him if I disagreed with something he was doing.
  • “banned” me from deleting any of his posts that were spreading false news about miraculous
  • deleted a post i made on miraculousdaily trying to shed light on fake information he was trying to spread
  • Has legitimately made me cry more than a few times

(and while it is true I hadn’t been posting at all, this past year has been the busiest of my life and i’ve been barely keeping my own blogs active)

I had to leave miraculousdaily to get away from this toxic atmosphere. My heart beat always picked up when my chat box rang because i thought it was him yelling at me. I was even afraid to do stuff on the blog because i would get blamed for something.

So if you also do not condone behavior like this, I would advise to unfollow or even maybe block the blog. I hate seeing abusive people like this getting all of this love and attention, justifying their behavior. Miraculousdaily was a beautiful idea, but its toxicity ruined it for me.

HOWEVER, do NOT send the blog hate. do NOT send captainpoe hate. and PLEASE PLEASE do NOT hack into the blog and ruin it. I am very sorry that happened yesterday, especially on the anniversary of Miraculous. No one deserves that. Even after all that he put me through.

Anyways, here it is. It is out now and after this, I don’t want to talk about it ever again. I want this part of my “fandom life” to be forgotten, and I don’t want to dwell on it any longer. 

I have given you my point of view, you decide what to do with it. You can believe me, or you can call me a brat who just acts like a victim. But whatever it is, please leave me out of it.


PS: I know people like proof, so i have a couple excerpts of things he has said to me that i saved or screenshotted during my time there. again i’m putting this on here so i can be free of it, because even reading it again makes my stomach turn and my breath unsteady. i’m done.

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More Than You Know

Jim Kirk X Reader, angst/fluff

Requested by @supernaturallymarvellous & @makemyownwonderland with the prompts:  “I need you. More than you know.”, “Why are you so surprised all the time?” & “Just admit that you enjoy having me around.”

Plague.

That was the one word you would use to describe Jim Kirk.

Well, it wasn’t quite fair, but you were avoiding him like the damn plague. It had been months since the incident, but it was still hard to look him in the eye. And he was completely unaware of the effect that it all had on you.

So as you walked down the corridor toward the turbolift, you jumped back when Jim rounded the corner and nearly bumped into you.

His hands flew to your shoulder to avoid a collision and his lips formed a sweet smile. “Why are you so surprised all the time?”

You backed away from his touch with your eyes glued to the ground. “Scotty needs me in the transporter room.”

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First words [One-shot]

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE YOU READ!

First!

This little one-shot was inspired on two things:

-My relationship with my sister

-The manga “Shugo Chara”. For those who know the manga, it’s based from the chapter when the guardians go to Yaya’s house.

Second!

I tried to adjust Blueprint’s story to PaperJam’s story. So, since (according to his description) he lived with Ink until a certain age, he met Blueprint before the others. I also tried to make him the most canonically possible, but adjusting his personality to the story.

Third!

As you may know, English is not my first language. I deeply apologise if there are any Errors in the story. I checked it lots of times and hope there’s not a single Error ovo

 

DISCLAIMER:

*Ink!Sans belongs to @comyet

*PaperJam/PJ belongs to @7goodangel (I’m sorry if I didn’t make PJ’s personality too well. I tried to stick the “a jerk on the outside but a big child inside” part and this was what I got. Sorry ;u;)

Secondary characters

*Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub

*Moku belongs to  @6agentgg9

*Palette belongs to  @angexci 

And last, but not least

*Blueprint belongs to, well, me! 

Hope you guys like it!

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This will be narrated from PaperJam’s perspective.

 

I never was good with new people. And I wasn’t very happy when you came.


One day, Ink just came “home” with a baby, claiming that it was my “new brother”. I didn’t understand what was he saying with that, and then he showed you to me, my new little brother.

I wasn’t happy with this. I didn’t want a brother. I mean, Ink couldn’t even take care of me, why would he want to have another one? To let them here alone and forgotten with me? Wow, good plan, dad. However, he told me that you only would be staying with us for a day so I could get to know you, since bonding with brothers was very important and blah blah blah…

We spend a few hours talking about you and how you came to life. Apparently, you were just an accident, but not a bad one. And since he created you, you were my brother. Well, step-brother, because Blueberry was the other one that created you. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous… you were going to have caring parents and a better life than mine. What if Ink actually forgot entirely about me?

Yeah, the idea of having a brother was becoming less and less “exciting” to me.

But then, just before I started to think more things like that (which I thought was very rare for me), Ink suddenly had to go (I wasn’t surprised, with his work of protecting AUs and all; he barely had time to be here), cutting our conversation just when I actually started to enjoy it. Ink stood from the sofa and was about to open a portal when he realised something important:

Who was going to take care of you?

He told me that Blueberry and… Honey… I think, were with the other versions of them and he couldn’t take you to wherever they were. So, he had only one option… that I didn’t like, at all.


Why I had to take care of you?! I didn’t ask him for a brother and I didn’t know how to take care of a baby. I was five years old! I was starting to learn how to write and read! I remember arguing with him for a while, until I had to accept.

But not without asking something in return, of course.

In the end, he went to do whatever he needed and I was left alone with you. An awkward atmosphere formed where we were, since you found my face very interesting and kept your eyes on me for a really long time. I tried my best to ignore you, but you were too much persisting and even threw me some mini bones at me to gain my attention.

What a smart baby, huh? Well, we were magic skeleton monsters after all. But it was becoming annoying.

“What do you want?” I asked you and you only looked at me and babbled something. I instantly felt stupid, remembering that Ink told me you haven’t said your first word yet. how would you even tell me what you needed? You kept looking at me and then, surprisingly, your stomach made a noise.

Right… now I had to feed you.

Making something for you was horrible. I mean, we were in the Anti-Void and only had some snacks since we didn’t really need to eat, but being you a recently made creation, obviously needed to consume something, even if you had your HP full. Eventually, I found some milk and gave it to you, ending getting milk on my face and shirt because you apparently didn’t know how to drink it.

That was enough for me.

Usually, I’m not a person that gets mad easily. However, I did get mad that time. I stood abruptly from my seat and went to clean my face, leaving you alone on the sofa. Ink told me to not leave you, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone and so I did. I went to my bedroom (well, it’s not a real bedroom… just a bed that Ink made for me) and stayed here for a few hours. Maybe three or four…

It wasn’t until I heard a soft sound that I didn’t get up from my bed. And when I did, I instantly paled: You were lying on the floor crying softly. Your soft cries barely reaching my non-existent ears. And it wasn’t the worst. No, no.

You were blushing and sweating a lot. Were you sick? In that moment I didn’t know.

Quickly, I went to your side and picked you up, checking if you had hurt yourself from the fall. Luckily you didn’t have any bruises, but your skull was very hot. Now you were sick? And I was alone.

Great!

How you could get sick so easily and fast? I didn’t understand that at all! Was that the real reason of why Ink brought you here? So he could watch over you while Blueberry and Honey were busy? If that was the reason, he was very irresponsibly by leaving you with me: a child, taking care of another child!

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t use magic to help you, I couldn’t ask Ink for help, I couldn’t open a portal and find Blueberry… I couldn’t do anything. And I was scared.

What if something happened? What if you started to feel worse? What if…

What if you died?

Those thoughts were swirling in my head, making me fell worst and worst. I didn’t want you to die.

Come on! You had a great life ahead! You would have a caring family and friends and maybe… maybe we would have been friends! I should have watched you. Maybe if I haven’t left you alone…

I couldn’t help to feel guilty, even knowing that it wasn’t my fault that got sick. In that moment, I didn´t cared about anything, just you.

It was in that moment when Ink decided that he should go home, and so he did. He came to the Anti-Void and found me on the sofa, hugging you like it was the last time I’d see you and honestly, that’s what I thought. He rushed to my side, worryingly asking what was wrong. I wasted no time and explained him what happened, apologising for being a bad brother and almost crying

Almost, ok?

What I wasn’t expecting was that Ink just took you and, with a quick spell, healed you. I mean, I knew magic were fast and efficient but, that was just too fast. When I asked him why, he explained that you were having some problems with your soul.

You see, brother (and also you, reader), Ink told me you were created without a soul, since you were just a magic drawing. So, he made an artificial one for you with the same paint he used to create you. Apparently, he didn’t want you to become like some “evil flower”.

Your soul was like your eyes: a blue diamond. And that soul was filled with Prussian blue paint that could give you the emotions you needed. It seemed like your body wasn’t used to having it yet and would make you sick from time to time. I didn’t quite understand that, but I was relieved when he said you would be fine.

The rest of the day was peaceful. Ink and I talked about random things while you slept. It was… nice, being with them like we were a family. That’s what we are, right? Yeah, right.

Eventually it was time to bring you back home. Ink said that you won’t be coming anytime soon because he wanted to protect you from dangerous people (aka, Error). It kind of made me sad, not being able to talk you again for a long time, but… it had to be done, hadn’t it? Ink made a portal back to Underswap and gave me time to say goodbye to you. After that, he started to walk to the portal, stopping when you started to squirm under his grasp.

Curious, I walked to the portal. You immediately looked at me and gave me a huge simile, saying (or trying to say) something that made us look at you in surprise:

My name. Yes, my name!

It was kind of babbled and wasn’t my full name but… It was your very first word. And it wasn’t “dad” or “mom”… no, it was “PJ”

You didn’t have idea of how happy you made me that day. The day when I found you, disliked you and then liked you and accepted the idea that we were brothers. And, in the bottom of my soul, I hoped to see you again.

Maybe having a little brother wouldn’t be that bad, right?

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I hope you liked it! It was an idea I had for while uvu and really needed to make it. We now know more about Print and PJ’s relationship. I won’t say PJ likes him because he’s not my character and don’t want to say incorrect things (since he isn’t one to make friends). So, I only will say that Blueprint’s first words made him very happy.

I’m sorry if it looks rushed, but this isn’t a story. It just PaperJam talking with Blueprint and telling him the story (with some people spying on them(?))

Monsters

Requested: Please do some daddy Shawn.

A/N: I don’t know why I try writing fluffy things, because they’re awful most times. I also changed the lyrics of LOFP a little, sorry.

Word count: 2,066

A faint noise rang in my ears, but not nearly loud enough to pulled me out of my heavy sleep. Only seconds later, I felt the faint squeezes on my arms. When I finally managed to open them, the room was too dark for me to see anything properly.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes, feeling just how sore they were. I blinked a few times, before finally being able to see shadows in the dark bedroom.

“Daddy, daddy” she cried again, forcing down my gaze.

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My Top Anime Recommendations

1. Haikyuu!! This is about volleyball. One of my first anime obsessions. It has so much comedy tho, and a lot of salty ass bitches and APPRECIATION FOR SHORT PEOPLE. I really recommend if ur new to anime. So far, I’m pretty sure it’s over but season 4 might be coming in 2017. It’s a sports anime about volley, as I mentioned and any mention of volleyball will trigger characters. 

 2. Yuri!!! On Ice A very gay ice skating show. Most of you have probably already watched it. It makes me cry way too much. And there’s a lot of kids you might want to adopt. Basically, if you ever wanted anything from your otp, watch this show and you’ll get double of that. Disadvantage is that it raises expectations for all animes smh.

 3. Tokyo Ghoul THIS IS THE SADDEST AND MOST BAD ASS ANIME EVER. Honestly, it made me so so so so upset. I cried a lot. But it’s like super cool. It has gruesome parts and a lot of things that might trigger suicidal people, those who hurt themselves or those who’ve been abused. If blood makes you uncomfortable, don’t watch. Other than that, it’s actually got a great plot and story and characters are amazingly developed. There’s a guy who’s slightly deranged tho, and a drag queen but those details can be skipped over. 

 4. Charlotte The reason I like this is because there’s a badass girl in this like what the fUck. They have supernatural powers and it’s cool BC the main character actually misused them like all the time it’s hilarious but later on he becomes so amazing and he’s so ffing domeSTIC AND CUTE. Also he’s very salty  AND OMG TE FINALE WAS AMAZING LIKE THE GUY, HE IS SO FUCKING COOL IT HAD ME CRYING SO HARD DEFFO ONE OF THE BESTEST ANIME

5. Bungou Stray Dogs Literally you will fall in love with the main character so fast lmao. Suicide mentions like, constantly. At first, it’s supposed to be humor but in the second season; the arc of one of the characters is so good and will explain why he mentions suicide so much. AGAIN WITH THE HUMOR. And unlike other supernatural animes I’ve watched, this one doesn’t make people with powers the bad guys. They’re very appreciated. 

6. Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi / Escape The plot is amazing. Made me cry a lot. The characters are great. Basically, it’s about how this guy goes back in time to prevent things from happening and oh mY GOSH ITS GREAT. 

7. Ajin 

Another super cool supernatural one. definitely worth it. Graphics are great and so are the characters. Its ongoing and the second season is about to end. you’ll seriously feel love/hate

 8. Free! Any mention of water will make main character strip. Quite gay. I haven’t watched all of it but I’m about to finish it in a few episodes. Again, this is good for anime beginners. Also, trigger warning for those who’re afraid of drowning.

9. K. That’s literally what it’s called. I think it stands for Kings but yeah. It’s also really good and it’s about head clans that are looking for a colorless king who can transfer into different people ad make them do awful things so they get targeted by the different clans (blue, red, etc)

10. Mob Psycho 100 ~ THIS IS A MUST WATCH. I keep adding new animes I know but this is important. It’s humor is on point, unexpected twists are everywhere. The characters are lovable and it’s really good for beginner supernatural anime. It’ll make you cry and laugh.

BONUS : DEATH NOTE. Okay, the plot is incredible. Things that you won’t be able to think of and they’ll leave you mind blown. Characters are human af like it’s supernatural but everything is so natural, like the nature of people. Warning: like, everyone dies. Don’t get too attached to characters. But yeah, it’s an old anime and has 37 episodes in total I think, but it’s super good!!

That’s about my top 10 (plus one bonus)

I Hate Pants and I Want a Nap

Prompt/Summary:  Steve is a delightful husband who makes you popsicles

Pairing/Characters:  Steve x Reader

Warnings:  fluff, popsicles, pregnant reader

Word Count: 495

Author’s Note:  So I figured I needed to explain why I have been so absent on here.  And so I thought I would explain through some writing.  That title is my current motto and life statement.  And I have cried over food at least twice in the past week.  By the time I get home from work, I’m exhausted.  But apparently growing another human will do that to you.  I’m heading into my second trimester, so hopefully I’ll feel less like a permanently exhausted pigeon soon.  Right? 

Originally posted by bluebrooklynkid

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today i have lost 19 followers (and counting) and received 8 anons telling me (in various ways) to go fuck myself, despite the fact that i have not been rude to anyone, have not called rick names, have not directly messaged or tagged rick in any form, and have not ever made any personal attacks against him or anyone who has disagreed with me. the rudest thing i did today was not say please and thank you as much as i normally do (which is too much i know sorry), and also that post where i told people to make their own posts rather than replying to mine with insults.

if you honestly, truly think that a millionaire author who literally makes a living off writing books that are deliberately marketed to minority youth shouldn’t be held accountable for his horrible representation of female characters, and wlw characters especially, then good riddance to you. 

i am allowed to be mad that someone who just won an award for supposedly being such a fantastic ally has turned around and told us that we are perpetuating harmful stereotypes of ourselves and that it would be impossible for him to write a few sentences that made it clear that reyna had fallen prey to compulsory heterosexuality and never actually had feelings for percy or jason in the first place. (which wouldn’t be hard, considering how weakly those subplots were written in the first place!)

but whatever. you’re entitled to unfollow me, that’s fine. you are not, however, entitled to come into my replies or my inbox and tell me that i am being ‘too harsh’ and ‘a cry baby’ and ‘a fucking bitter lesbian’ (read my bio next time!) ‘who couldn’t write half as well as rick’ and that i should ‘try publishing something then if it’s so easy’. do not send me messages talking about how i should ‘go die’ for ‘hurting rick’s feelings’ when it’s perfectly obvious that none of you give a shit about the feelings of real live vulnerable lesbians and bi women who have just been told by an author they trusted that their very existence is a harmful stereotype. all of you are being horrible and immature and adding nothing conducive to the perfectly valid discussion around the complete and utter lack of wlw characters within rick’s books, which is not going to stop just because you’re stamping your feet and throwing a tantrum.

rick doesn’t need you to fight his battles for him. he is old and rich and famous and can quite easily distance himself from this, if he doesn’t want to fix it. but the young girls who aren’t straight that read his books do need people like me to fight for them, because they have to read an old, rich, famous author they admired telling them their opinions don’t matter, and they have to see that point of view regurgitated by people on this hellsite, and they deserve better than that.

your annoyance at seeing these posts does not outweigh the harm this has done to the confidence and self worth of girls in this fandom.

percy jackson would be absolutely disgusted with all of you, and so am i.

anonymous asked:

"Why are you crying?" Four word prompt.

i really wanted to write a little something about sign of the times so this is what i came up with!! hope you guys like it xx

masterlist

“I can’t believe you’re making me wait like everyone else.” I grumbled, sitting in our bed with my laptop open to the BBC Radio 1 page. It was about 7:50 AM on April 7th. Harry was still lying in bed next to me, watching me with an amused smile on his face, his hand cradling his cheek.

“S’only fair as my biggest fan that you don’t get special treatment.”

“Or,” I was picking at my lips absentmindedly, still scrolling through the website, trying to find the right page, “You just like seeing me surprised and freaking out.”

Harry gently pushed my hand away from my face to stop me from picking at my lips, a habit he was always scolding me for.

“I would never be so cruel.” He said, but he was smiling at me.

“Aren’t you freaking out? This is the world premiere of your first single as a solo artist.”

He shrugged, “A little… Mostly excited though.”

I grinned and pinched his cheek, “I’m really proud of you, bub.”

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The Bangtan Boys React To Seeing You Cry

Seokjin:

Although you had already watched this movie about a thousand times, this particular part always - without a doubt - made you cry.

Jin was sat beside you enjoying the movie when he heard you sniffling quietly, trying to hide the fact that you were upset.

Wordlessly, he bought you closer to him and kissed the top of your head - he knew you wouldn’t like it if he pointed out that you were crying.

“Hey,” he said softly, quickly thinking of a way to distract you. “Do you want to hear a joke? It’s the best one yet”.

Yoongi:

Slamming the door behind you, you tried to remind yourself to calm down - work had been nothing short of stressful, and it felt like every single person in that building was trying to piss you off today.

Yoongi heard you come in, and he was getting ready to complain about the noise when he saw you start to cry. The frustration of the day had reached its peak, and hot, angry tears fell down your face.

“Y/N”. His deep voice and the feeling off his fingers gently brushing away your tears bought you back to your senses. He held your gaze with intent. “Tell me who hurt you and where they live”.

Hoseok:

Hearing Hoseok tell you that he is in love with you for the first time ever - especially when he had planned it so romantically - made you immediately well up with tears.

This made him very nervous, his eyes widening massively and his words stumbling over each other.

“Y-Y/N?”. He held your face in his hands, trying not to panic too much. “What is it?”.

“These are happy tears,” you assured him between sobs, and you could see Hoseok visibly relax.

“Then… smile next time so I know, okay?”. Despite his words, he kissed you gently.

Namjoon:

“Y/N! I’m ba-”.

“Joonie!”. You ran towards him the minute he came through the door, and tears fell freely at the very sight of Namjoon, who you hadn’t seen for a while since he went on tour.

He instantly crushed you into a hug, savouring the feel of you in his arms whilst soothing you by stroking your hair.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, a laugh in his voice. “I’m here now”. With that, he lifted you up off the floor and spun you around, just to see you smile. 

Taehyung:

As the book came to an end, tears wobbled in your eyes - it wasn’t that it was sad, rather that it was bittersweet.

“Yah!” Taehyung shouted from across the room the moment your tears fell. “Why are you crying all of a sudden?! What happened?”. He was already beside you, inspecting you frantically.

“I’m okay,” you told him, pushing his hands away with a laugh. “It was just… my book”. He paused, watching as you hid away from him shyly, and then he laughed brightly and ruffled your hair, planting a kiss on your reddening cheek.

“You’re cute, Y/N”.

Jimin:

Periods suck, but when Jimin walked into your bedroom - bringing with him chocolate, medicine and the most adorable smile - you were already crying.

“I also bought you a hot water bottle,” he said, still smiling whilst climbing into the bed beside you. “And it’s name is Park Jimin”.

“You are the most precious human being in this world,” you told him sincerely, and he blushed straight away.

“There isn’t really anything I wouldn’t do for you,” he said shyly, leaning over you so that he could kiss your lips, his forehead against yours. “But don’t cry anymore, okay? Only smile from now on”.

Jungkook:

This was now the tenth time you had listened to Jungkook’s latest cover song since he released it a few hours ago. You were still crying whilst sitting wrapped up in his hoodie.

He arrived home and heard the song playing. Smiling, he practically tiptoed into the living room, where he found you listening quietly. If it made you happy, he was happy.

But then you sniffled.

“Wait… are you crying?”. You jumped, turning to see him. He looked concerned as he came to sit beside you, already smoothing down your hair. “Y/N?”.

“Don’t tease me-”.

“I would never tease you”. But he said this with a slight smirk. You felt it when he kissed your wet cheek. “I’m glad you like it, baby”.

Let Him Out

@silly-aesthetic-me wrote a fic where patton locks virgil into a dark room, and it hurt me so much that i had to write a happy ending for it :’)


The screams had died down just as Logan noticed them. He watched Patton return to the main room, no Virgil to be found. He and Roman shared a look, and their eyes flittered back to Patton.

“Uh- Pa- Da- Morality?” Roman wasn’t sure what to do.

“Yeah, kiddo?” Patton’s happy smile was still there, as if he hadn’t heard the screams. He was chipper and bouncy, seemingly excited to get back to Thomas.

“Where’s Virge..?” A forced smile was pushed onto Roman’s face, and he outstretched the words like a curious child.

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In the Deep End-Chapter 2

This is an A/B/O AU Collaboration between @kittenofdoomage and @winchesterprincessbride featuring Alpha! Sam and Omega! Reader

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Sam still remembered the way you smelled that night.

It was warm, unseasonably so for October, but neither of you really cared as you walked through town hand in hand. The movie had been boring, not that you could remember the plot - you’d been too focused on Sam’s lips as they moved across yours, the darkness of the back row providing him with ample opportunity to slide his fingers under your pleated skirt.

Now, he was smiling, almost like he could whistle. He’s your Alpha, and you’d always thank your idiotic friends for a silly dare that had made this happen.

“Hey,” you chirped, pointing to your driveway. “My parents are out.”

“It is Friday,” Sam replied, tugging you into his side, pressing his nose into your hair and scenting you. You giggled, ducking underneath him. “God, you smell so sweet. Like cotton candy at the carnival.”

“I knew we shouldn’t have accepted those beers from Zack,” you teased. “And my mom and Vincent aren’t home.” His eyebrows raised, and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Think with your upstairs brain, Sam, and not your knot. I know I’m coming into heat but…”

He nodded, interrupting you. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just… we spent six months wondering if you would and now you have and -” His nose bumped yours as he leaned down to kiss you. “You’re my Omega. I know it.”

Humming happily, you pushed up onto tiptoes, kissing him softly. “Well, then you’ll be glad to know that my mom and her boytoy have gone out of town. For the weekend.”

Sam drew back, lust burning deep in his colorful eyes. “You’re saying…”

“I wanna be yours, Alpha,” you whispered. “Want to belong to you, to stay with you. We can get away from our families. Start somewhere new…”

“We’re only eighteen,” Sam replied, cupping your cheek. “How would we… I mean -”

You shrugged, uncaring of the consequences. “We’ll manage. As long as we have each other.” God, it was so romantic the way you said it, and Sam found himself falling into the moment, nodding slowly as he leaned in towards you. The kiss was slow and gentle, both of you taking the time to savor the other, before Sam’s hands were tugging you back towards the house.

There was a spring in your step as you locked the front door, dashing through into the kitchen and finding the usual post-it note with thirty dollars for food, and an announcement that your mom and Vincent were off to Atlantic City for the weekend, and not to burn the house down.

Because you were the family member that would end up doing that, of course.

“They’re definitely gone?” Sam asked, coming up behind you and putting his hands on your hips. You nodded, holding up the cash. A wicked smile spread over his face. “We’ll order pizza later. For now -” He stopped, scooping you up to wrap your legs around his waist, and the thirty bucks drifted to the floor as you shrieked and clung to your Alpha. “I want my Omega.”

“Yes, Sam,” you hissed, letting your head fall back as he carried you through the house and up the stairs, not stopping until he kicked your door shut with his booted foot. He let you down then, smiling as you stared up at him with adoration on your face. “I love you,” you said, quietly.

Sam didn’t respond for a moment, looking back at you, before raising a hand and cupping your jaw, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip, dragging it downwards for a split second. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Among a tangle of lips and hands, both of you undressed each other, the need to take it slow outweighed by the urgency you felt to be close to one another. Sam was gentle as he guided you to the bed, laying you down to pull your skirt down and toss it to one side.

“Fuck, you smell amazing,” he murmured, placing a kiss just below your navel, and you smiled, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. “Want you so bad, ‘mega.”

“I know,” you whispered, tugging on his locks to urge him further up your body, desperate to kiss him again, but he only smirked at you. “Sam…”

He shook his head slightly, dropping his head to bury his nose in the soaked cotton of your panties. “So close to being in heat…” he groaned, nuzzling at you, stroking his tongue over the damp fabric. “Taste so good.” You squeaked as he pulled your panties down, wasting no time in returning his face to the juncture of your thighs, stroking his tongue over your swollen folds. “Thought you tasted good before,” he muttered, looking up at you with wickedly dark eyes. “But this is a whole ‘nother level.”

The plea for him to touch you died on your lips as Sam licked you again, dragging the tip of his tongue from your soaked entrance to your clit, making your body jerk in response. He repeated the action a few more times before he kept his mouth at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Gonna open you up for me, baby,” he purred, running his tongue over your clit as he slid one finger deep inside you. “Want you nice and wet for my cock.”

His words made something curl in your belly, and unbearable arousal swept through you, bringing with it a tightening sensation in your chest. Your scent blossomed through the room, and Sam practically growled, his hips rutting against the bed. “Sam!” Your cry preceded your orgasm, slick gushing over his fingers, and the Alpha groaned loudly.

“That’s it, ‘mega,” he urged, sliding another finger into you, curling them just right to make you scream again. “God, want you so bad.”

“Then have me,” you whimpered, wiggling against him. “Want your knot, Alpha. Make me yours.”

An animalistic sound tore itself from his throat as he drew back from you, pausing to lick his fingers clean of your essence. “Don’t tease me,” he warned, and you smiled, squirming away from him to roll onto your belly, presenting yourself to him, and Sam made a funny noise, pushing his pants down.

His weight made the bed dip, and you dropped your head as you felt him behind you, your entire body clenching in anticipation of having his thick cock inside you. You’d hit every base except this one, wanting to wait until you presented, despite knowing you were his.

Sam was slow to move, running his hands over your ass as he watched your pussy twitch. He rubbed the thick tip of his Alpha cock against you, and you moaned in response, pushing backward onto him, making him smile. “Easy, Omega,” he chastised, and you pouted, despite him not being able to see you.

The first push of his length into you was enough to make your breath catch and your eyes cross. Sam’s entire body shook with the effort of not slamming into you, trying to take it slowly as he watched your cunt suck him in, like you were made for him. The point of discomfort came just as his hips were flush with yours, and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Feel so good,” he grunted, holding himself deep inside you. “Fuck, I feel like I wanna cum already.”

You nodded, unable to form words as he started to move, drawing all the way back before easing back in. His fingers were clinging to your hips, probably leave bruises with how tightly he held you, but you didn’t care - you wanted the reminders tomorrow, and more besides. “Sam… I’m… I can’t…”

“I know,” Sam replied, even though you weren’t sure what you were actually going to say. All you could think was that you couldn’t, but you didn’t know what you couldn’t… which made no sense. “I got you, Omega.”

His mouth was hot on your neck as he leaned over you, using the weight of his body to fuck you harder, and you could feel the twisting, intense churning in your belly, signaling your climax. Your walls clamped down on him, and Sam gave a strangled moan, the thick ring of muscle at the base of his cock catching on your pussy.

“I can’t hold it,” he growled, hips working fast and hard into you. You nodded, arching your back, accepting more of him, feeling the tip of his cock slam into your cervix, and his knot swelled. With one hard thrust, you were screaming out your pleasure, and Sam was locked inside you, pumping load after load of cum into your welcoming heat.

Neither of you spoke for the longest time, both sweating heavily, panting, Sam’s arms clinging to you as he peppered reverent kisses along your back. You couldn’t help the sated smile on your face, nor could you stop the whine of disappointment when he finally pulled free, slumping to your side. It was second nature to drag you into his arms, and you settled there happily, inhaling his scent deeply.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I promise you, we’re gonna figure this out.”

You nodded, unable to keep your eyes from falling shut.

When you opened them, Sam was gone, and the emptiness of his promise split your heart in two.

*****

“She’s twelve?”

The question was almost deafening in the small office and you feel the butterflies in your belly turn into a tornado. You aren’t even sure why you’d said anything and deflection is looking like your best defense.

“Yeah, she is,” you say, standing from the desk. "You said you wanted to see a couple of the victims?”

Dean narrows his eyes, glancing at Sam, clearly putting two and two together where his brother was already on the final solution. “Wait… are you…”

The phone rings, making you jump and you quickly grab it, answering to whoever has just saved you from the awkward situation from hell. “Hello?” A frown covers your face; the woman on the other end is from the junior high and she’s trying to confirm that you’re Emily’s mom. “Yeah, this is her. Is something wrong?”

“Dude, she’s got your eyes,” Dean hisses, holding out one of the photos to Sam. The younger Winchester doesn’t seem like he wants to look - he seems shellshocked and can’t take his eyes off of you. You make brief eye contact as he recognizes the worry on your face, and then you turn your back to him.

“What do you mean, she didn’t show up to fifth period?” you bark into the phone.  “How can you not know where she is? Let me try her cell.”

You reach into your desk and pull out a cell phone, quickly dialing a number.  It goes straight to voicemail, and you throw it on your desk with a muffled curse. “Do you think she skipped school? I’m going to run home and see if she went there then I’ll be over.” Slamming down the phone, you turn back to face Sam and Dean.

“Y/N….” Sam begins, but you hold up a hand to stop him.

“I can’t do this right now, Sam.  I’m sorry.”  Walking over to your door, you stick your head out and call for your assistant.  “Christopher,  these agents are from the FBI.  They need to see the two bodies from those animal attacks.  Give them anything they need. I have to leave for a bit. Call me on my cell if you need me.”

As soon as Christopher leaves Dean turns to you.  “Thanks a lot, Y/N.  This will really help our case.”

“I have no idea why you are pretending to be FBI agents, but I DO watch the news, you know.  I saw when you made the FBI’s most wanted list for your little murder spree, and I saw when you supposedly died.  The only reason I’m not calling the cops right now is that the Sam I knew would never hurt anyone.” You looked him in the eye then, and you saw a lifetime’s worth of pain and sorrow in those beautiful eyes of his.

“Is she……” Sam sucks in a breath, and his eyes close for a split second as he starts to ask the question you’ve been dreading since he walked into your office, “….is she mine, Omega?”  Sam asks you quietly.

You close your eyes at the sound of the familiar name on his lips, but don’t respond. With a flick of your head, you turn your back on the question, marching out of the door and speaking over your shoulder in a cold tone.  “I have to go.  I trust you both will be gone by the time I get back.”

*********

“Come on, man! Focus! We have a job to do here!” Dean barks at his brother through clenched teeth as they enter autopsy room #1.  Christopher has pulled the correct bodies out of the cold chambers for their review. Dean flips through the first file, frowning.

“Jane Lindencamp, 13. Never came home from school on Tuesday.  Reported missing by her mother.  Large, round exit wound on the back of her head.  Body completely drained of spinal fluid.”

Sam turns the victim’s head and sees the large hole. “That’s weird.  What about the second vic?”

Dean flips through the second file. “Timothy Crawford, 12. Mother went to pick him up after band practice.  He never showed.  Same exit wound, the body also drained of spinal fluid.”

“So both of them were last seen at school?” Sam suddenly asks.

“Yeah, so?” Dean questions.

“What school did they go to?”

Dean flips rapidly through the files. “Parkland Middle School. Wait a minute! Didn’t Y/N say on the phone her daughter was missing from school? And isn’t she around the same age?”

Sam stares at his brother for a moment, just long enough for him to put the pieces together in his head before he takes off down the hall at a full sprint.  Dean drops the files and tears off after him. “Sam! Wait!”

Dean catches up to Sam as he reaches the Impala.  Damn Sammy’s long legs! “We need to get to the school now, Dean! Whatever killed those two kids probably has Y/N’s daughter!” Sam snaps as Dean slams the car into drive and peels out of the parking lot.

****

“Emily? Emily, are you here?”  You yelled as you ran through the house.  Flinging open her bedroom door, you saw it was empty.  She hadn’t come home.  Tears of frustration clouded your vision.   You had almost hoped she had skipped school.  It was a much better option than the alternative.  Racing down the stairs, you jumped into your car and headed for the middle school.

Pulling into the visitor’s lot, you parked next to a large black muscle car you were sure you’d seen somewhere before.  The memory tugged at your subconscious, but you couldn’t quite get to it.  Reaching out, you ran your hand over the shiny black hood, and an image of a teenage Sam getting in after school popped into your head.

You entered the reception area of the office, and Sally Perkins, who was on her third divorce and was eternally on the prowl, motioned you over. “I’ll let Principal Montgomery know you’re here, Y/N, but he’s a little tied up at the moment.”  She waved you in closer and said in a hushed voice.  “Two FBI agents are here about the kids that died.  Who knew the government made them so good looking and tall?”

Sam and Dean, it had to be.  They were at your daughter’s school.  Why?

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I'm A Good Listener

Originally posted by noahsweetwne

I needed to write something for Jughead I apologize. Anyway this is a small drabble about a reader who’s been feeling a bit sad lately but is scared to talk about it. I don’t know if it’s just me but a lot of time I feel like I have to hide a lot of my emotions with a smile or laugh. That’s kind of what the readers going through. Hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader
Warnings: hints towards mental illness
Fandom: Riverdale

“Rough day?”.
You turned to see your best friend Jughead jogging to catch up with you. You gave him a wary smile.

“Could have been better” you admitted adjusting the strap of your backpack. If you wanted to go into even more detail today had been dreadful. You almost weren’t sure if you’d make it through the entire day but you didn’t want to worry Jughead with your problems. Besides you’ve always been the happy person. It would be out of character to show that you were upset.

“Want me to walk home with you?”.

“You don’t have to”.

“I’m heading that way anyway. Come on” Jughead encouraged starting to walk. You hesitated but soon followed him.
“I haven’t really talked to you much today” Jughead randomly brought up, after a few minutes of walking in silence.

“Oh yeah I just sort of… wanted to be alone I guess”.
Jughead raised an eyebrow at this.
“It’s nothing really. I know I’ve been a bit off lately but really I’m… fine”.

“[Y/N] we’ve been friends for a long time right?”.

“I suppose so”.

“Then please don’t talk to me like I’m stupid and don’t know you at all” Jughead said stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, making you freeze along with him. You weren’t sure how to respond so with a sigh Jughead continued.
“Whatever’s bothering you, you can talk to me about it”.

“Jug…” you looked away feeling as if you couldn’t meet his eyes without bursting into tears “I just didn’t want to bother you with my problems”.

“Are you serious? Jesus [Y/N] who do you think Archie comes to with most of his problems? By now I think I’m a pretty good listener”.

You let out a half hearted smile. Damn you Jughead Jones. Even in the toughest of times he made you laugh or smile. Sadly the happy mood quickly passed and you became serious again.

“I ah. You’re right I’m not okay. I haven’t been for a long time Jug”.
You looked down at your feet but to your shock Jughead took your hand in his unexpectedly and held it tight.

“[Y/N] you have a lot of friends you know. I’m sure I’m you favourite but we’ll save that discussion for another day… it’s okay to be sad. No ones asking for you to be happy all the time”.
Yet again you were able to let out a small chuckle.
“I’m your friend remember? I’m going to be here for you for as long as you’ll put up with me. I’ll be here when you need to talk”.

A small smile made its way across your face. It wasn’t fake this time however, it was a genuine smile of relief. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t taste a few of your salty tears that had managed to finally escape your eyes. It felt good to cry though. You needed to let it out.

“I don’t know what I would do without you”.

Jughead smirk/smiled at you.
“Come on let’s get you home huh?”.
He pulled you along and right then you noticed that he was still holding your hand protectively in his. He didn’t give any sign that he was going to let go either.

Haikyuu!! Pairings Soulmate AU Headcanons

Headcanons about some of the pairings from Haikyuu!! when they are in a soulmate AU. In this one, they have the first words the others say to them tattooed on their body. If there is a pairing you would like to see headcanons like this for, you’re welcome to request it!

These could be considered continuations of headcanons I did previously that were about when the pairings first met. I used them for inspiration to write these ones. You can find those here.

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fawnmist  asked:

Psst you got any good sick or injured Keith fic recs?

OK! finally getting around to answering this. sorry it took so long but ive like literally had to go through all of my bookmarks to find some, and even then the ones im about to rec are pretty loose on the sick/injured Keith.

Needless to say, theres lots of angst, some have happy endings, some dont. Ill add the warnings in for each rec


Finding Home by spacegaykogane

Warnings: N/A
Summary: After the wormhole collapses, Keith finds himself stranded on a strange planet. Alone. Until Lance comes along.
With their lions dead and resources limited, Keith and Lance need to put aside their differences and work together to get home.
Wherever that may be, now.
WC: 26966 (6/6)
General Notes: Its the typical fic of Lance and Keith getting stranded on a planet post s1 wormhole collapse. From what i remember its told mostly through Keith’s pov and I enjoyed it for all its worth. 7/10

we’ll make it, you and me by asexualrey

Warnings: Major character injury
Summary: “Keith, if we make it out of this alive, I’m going to kiss you.”
WC: 6421
General Notes: I really wish i remembered more of this one, i can only tell you that it was good. Lance is the one that ends up hurt the most, but like both of them are pretty beat up. 8/10

The Six Gun Sound (Our Claim to Fame) by Mytay

Warning: N/A
Summary“We’re not robbing the bank of the biggest crime lord here, Lance. Do you have a death wish?!”“Let’s just do our damn best to not die. I am too gorgeous to expire this early, dude — I haven’t even hit my prime yet.”Six weeks after crashing landing on this miserable world, the Red and Blue Paladins are on the verge of losing everything. This is how Lance and Keith turned it all around and earned their badass reputation as The Two McClains: Mercenaries That Get The Job Done.
WC: 13181
General Notes: They both get pretty scuffed up in this one, and its more of that dynamic duo action. i really love these two as space mercenaries/pirates. 8/10

Keith’s Scar by 61feathers

Warning: N/A
Summary:Keith and Lance comfort each other later after Keith tells everyone he is Galra.Lance didn’t get the chance to tell Keith his scar is actually really sexy though.
WC: 1134
General Notes: Short and sweet post ep8. You know that shoulder injury he gets, all about that. 8/10

all we have to do by akinghtley

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.Lance wakes up on the floor outside of the medical bay, jerking wildly, body a mess of aches and twinges.
WC: 19418
General Notes: summary pretty tells all there is to this fic, and its pretty much all this, and Lance not knowing what to do with himself really. I loved it. 9/10

Don’t Forget to Remember Me by CamelotQueen

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith recognizes him immediately. Alarm bells go off in his head. This person is important, he thinks. He wishes he could remember.“Keith!” he exclaims, “Look who’s finally awake. How are you feeling today?”Keith falters. His mind is working a mile a minute trying to recall this person’s name, what he is to him.“Um… who are you?” he asks dumbly. He immediately regrets it._______Keith suffers from dissociative amnesia.
WC: 4107
General Notes: a;sdkjgnasah this fic, holy shit, keith with amneisia kills me. my heart hurt the whole time, ust ughhhh. He’s not necessarily hurt but Lance is there taking care of him and boy, the domestic life suits them, but damn does it hurt. 10/10

Homecoming by Thesis

Warnings: Major Character Death
Summary: Two deaths and one funeral. Keith has trouble readjusting to Earth and Lance has trouble dealing with Keith.
WC: 9845
General Notes: I’m emotional over this still and i havent read it in forever ok/ thats all i gotta say. 9/10

bruises by Chaosandthecalm

Warning: N/A
Summary: “Show me how much you hate me.”Keith wants to know what Lance’s problem is. The answer might surprise him.
WC: 3632 (3/3)
General Notes: Boys being boys and being idiots. What can you do. 7/10

Of booty shorts and Injuries by Queerklancing

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith is sure that he’s having a heart attack. Or that he hurt his brain when he fell earlier. Because it’s simply not possible that the boy who’s sitting next to him is not a hallucination. How could someone so gorgeous just sit in an emergency room at night?"Keith and Lance unexpectantly meet at the emergency room in the middle of the night.
WC: 23862 (4/4)
General Notes: lmao this one is great, def not as heavy as the others, but both of these doofuses get injured. keith is a hockey player and lance has legs for days. enjoy. 10/10

Prison Bonds by GriffinRose

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith and Lance are captured and stuck in a cell together, but it’s not the Galra. They almost wish it was. These Cordalians feed off of emotions, and their favorite emotion is sadness. Worse, they’ve found a way to make their victims relive their worst memories to make that pain fresh again, and Keith has a lot of terrible memories he’d rather not relive.
WC: 18925 (8/8)
General Notes: just read it. please. 10/10

Heroes by battleshidge/Amiria_Raven

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Summary: “My mom always hated the Garrison and what we were supposed to do there. I never got it. How can you despise the idea of being a hero?” Lance laughed a little here, dryly. “But I think I understand now.”He took a shuddering breath.“Because heroes aren’t meant to survive,” he choked, and then buried his face as the tears started falling again.
WC: 8463
General Notes: askgjnafbab, lance breaking down in this fic hurt my heart. 8/10

of florists and tennis shoes by venpast

Warning: N/A
Summary: 'Lance wasn’t sure if he’d imagined the brief tremble at the corner of Keith’s lips or not, that slight stutter that promised a smile. But before he could guess further, Keith gave his knee a shove and got to his feet. He reached out to him, “I’m done here, and I’ve still got some daisies to sell you.”“Yeah,” Lance agreed, looking down at the extended palm, noting the little Saturn tattoo on the inside of Keith’s wrist where the sleeve hiked. He took the hand, “better not overprice those too, you asshole.”’(in which lance is a broke university student trying to impress a pretty girl with flowers, but ends up falling for the florist that sells them instead.)
WC: 63774 (11/11)
General Notes: This isn’t the kind of physical hurt that most people think of, but Keith does get emotionally hurt in this one and it just breaks my heart. i really loved this, its wonderfully written, and its just, wow. 10/10

Echoes of the Past by Gigapoodle

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Summary: It was his fault. He shouldn’t have retreated – he should have ran after them, Galra forces be damned, and ripped the red paladin right out of his weaponized hands, shooting the commander dead on the spot.But he hadn’t. Lance stood there, frozen with adrenaline and fear, before backing out with tears in his eyes, justifying it to himself by saying, ‘he won’t get far, we can easily get him back once I have Voltron with me.’He’d forgotten they didn’t have Voltron. He’d forgotten that without Keith, Voltron was nothing.Keith is Galra. Keith is gone. Keith is Galra. Keith is gone.
WC: 28197 (yes one chapter)
General Notes: this is more along the lines of keith finding out he is galra and hence running away its still one of the best fics in this fandom imo. 10/10

i can’t help but want by aknightley

warning: N/A
Summary: Lance deals with the aftermath of being sucked into a black hole and stranded on an alien planet.When Lance wakes up, all he can see is blue.
WC: 16921
General Notes: more of klance being stranded on a planet post wormhole collapse, and just yes. 10/10

Just Static by Jessadilla/wobblyarms

Warning: N/A
Summary: –Static—–iro, Hunk, Kei—, nybody? I’m—–static—-I’m sorry guys. This is all my—-static–cc—–I found my coordinates. They’re—stttcc–guys. I hear something—–scccc–end transmission-Alone on a hostile planet, transmissions aren’t getting through. How did it come to this?
WC: 84141 (16/16)
General Notes: just holy fuck. this fic made me cry, like straight up. it is more than likely one of the few fics that have made me cry, and i dont cry easy. 100/10