How do you know you’re in love? How do you know it’s not just a frantic addiction, a surge of seratonin, a deluge of dopamine–a combustible chemical reaction? Or is that all falling in love is–delusional daydreams in the dark?
I fear falling, because there’s that chance you won’t be caught. There’s the chance of ending up more broken than before, now knowing just what you’re missing out on. It’s easier to dull the ache of longing when caused by loneliness; when it’s caused by absence, a hole in the heart in the shape of one person, the pain might never depart, taking up the space they filled.
People fall in and out of love every day, and it’s scary how easy they make it look. So few attachments seem to be made, when here I am, so easily attached. Sometimes I wonder if I may have fallen in love without even knowing, coming naturally but on tiptoes so that I never heard its approach, and either I’m in denial or so immersed that I can’t see where I was before. Isn’t love simply tunnel vision? Maybe I am oblivious. Or perhaps I’m perfectly aware, somewhere inside where the truth can’t hide.
Is it falling into place…
Or am I falling on my face?
Either way, I’m going down
After a round of some very simple communication, Stan manages to convey that he is quite proficient in mechanics, but to his disappointment it wasn’t with much kindness that he was offered a job by this alien, it was for more labor with little to no pay. But as far as he cares at the moment it’s better than being stuck out in the multiverse with nothing to his name, fairing only a little better than he was on Earth before this catastrophe.
Taehyung never believed that he could love someone as much as he loved Hana. Ever since he saw her for the first time, he knew that he wanted to love and protect her with his whole life, never letting anything bad happen to her. Promising himself that he would stay by her side no matter what, Taehyung tried to give her as much love as he could until his best friend came back to his senses and realized that he was missing out such a beautiful human being in his life.
His best friend; Jimin..
For Taehyung, Jimin was the brother he never had in his life. Meeting him at a very young age, Taehyung knew everything about him. They were together at their ups and downs, comforting each other and facing all the difficulties together without complaining once. In Taehyung’s eyes, Jimin was perfection, always strong and unbreakable, never giving up or falling down no matter how hard life gets. Well, that was until Jimin found out that you were pregnant.
Taehyung never imagined that a few sentences coming out of his best friend’s mouth could change his life so much. He remembered those sentences as if he heard it yesterday. ‘I never loved you, Y/N! I don’t want this baby in my life. I don’t want you!’
That day, Jimin disappointed Taehyung for the first time in his life. Seeing you so heartbroken and helpless in front of your boyfriend, Taehyung felt the urge to protect you and be there for you.
So, he did. And he never regretted it.
The feeling of having a family and being responsible for the wellbeing of two wonderful girl’s made Taehyung the most happiest and proud man on earth. At first, he did this until his best friend realized his mistakes and came back, ready to take care of his own family and be there for you instead of him. For a few months, everything continued without any problems. Taehyung was there for you and you were there for him. Until one night you told him that you two should play a game and pretend like you were engaged.
After hearing those words, Taehyung felt like his whole world shattered in front of his eyes, his heart breaking into a million pieces. And it was that night, that Taehyung realized that he was scared of losing you and Hana. That night, he realized that he got carried away, already too attached to the both of you that even thinking about letting you both go made his whole body numb.
From that day on, Taehyung started hoping that Jimin never would come back again. He was selfish, he knew that, but you were his first love, the first person who had the key to his locked heart, allowing it to beat like it never did before. He was aware that this was nothing more than a game for you, a play to gain Jimin’s interest and jealousy so that he would be there for his own family and realize his mistakes, but he was ready to do anything to make you happy.
So, Taehyung allowed you to break his heart piece by piece, destroying his own life as months went by.
When Jimin returned, he returned like a hurricane. He destroyed every hard work and every piece Taehyung had had put together, making them get out of control and shutter in front of Taehyung’s eyes in a blink of an eye.
Taehyung felt helpless, angry and jealous. Why were you so blind to see his love? Why couldn’t you just forget Jimin and love him instead? Wasn’t he enough? Couldn’t he make you happy? What was so special about Jimin?
Taehyung never found the answers to those questions except one thing; No matter what, you belonged to Jimin, and would always choose to be with him over everything.
Taehyung hated goodbyes. Each goodbye meant that one piece of his life was leaving him, and he hated that. He hoped that the day where he would say goodbye to you and Hana would never come, but here he was, hugging Hana for the last time.
“I’m going to miss you so much, my little princess..“
Placing a little kiss on Hana’s rosy, chubby cheeks, he looked up and locked his eyes with you. You were standing in front of him, with yours and Hana’s bags already packed, waiting for Jimin to come home and pick you up.
Taking a deep breath, Taehyung asked. “Are you sure about this, Y/N?“
Averting your eyes from him, you nodded. “Yes..“
Taehyung’s breath hitched at your answer. This was the reality. He had to wake up from his dream and face the reality.
“Promise me one thing, Y/N. Be happy, okay? Be happy and enjoy life like there is no tomorrow.“
Hearing those words, you looked up at him an realized one thing. He was hurting.
Taking one step forward, you wrapped your arms around his body, your head resting on his chest as Hana was being squished in-between the both of you. “I’m sorry, Taehyung.. And thank you for everything..“
“Hey, don’t make me emotional! I’m a big boy and boys don’t cry!“
Giggling at his words, punched his back slightly. “That’s nonsense! Stop being stupid!“
Hearing his laugh, you leaned back and looked him back in the eyes. Were you doing the right thing? Was it worth leaving such a beautiful and kind hearted human being for Jimin? Would you regret it later on?
You watched how Taehyung looked into your eyes deeply, as if he was begging you think your decision over again, hoping for you to change your mind.
“Y/N, I need to tell you something.. I’m in love with yo-“
Just before he could end his sentence, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of Jimin. Taehyung closed his eyes. He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t do it.
Taking another deep breath, he plastered a fake smile on his face. “It’s time. Jimin is here, don’t make him wait, Y/N.“
You continued looking into his eyes, feeling guilty for everything you’ve done to him. You were selfish. You were the reason why he was hurting.
Placing a long, last kiss on Hana’s forehead, Taehyung handed her to you and walked you to the door. When you saw him reach out for the door handle you stopped him with your hand. “Taehyung-ah..“
“Y/N, please.. It’s already hard for me to say goodbye, I don’t want this to get even harder..“
Nodding your head, you placed one last kiss on his cheek and opened the door, ready to leave the man that you shared your life with for the past nine months behind your back, but stopped immediately when you saw a stranger standing in front of you.
Confused, you asked the stranger. “Excuse me, who are you?“
The stranger took a deep breath and placed her hand on her slightly visible baby bump , answering with a shaky voice.
“My name is Eunji and I’m the mother of Park Jimin’s unborn child.“
Johnny making sure that he reads up on every available resource on trans things
peter comes out to johnny as trans the night he reveals his identity to him. peter’s pretty scared about it bc he hardly knows johnny, they’ve only hung out a few times and it was mostly to team up for patrols. they haven’t even really spoken more than a few words to each other besides the occasional “nice job, douchebag” in passing.
but peter’s badly hurt this time from doc ock, and while he can feel his body already healing he knows he needs to rest. he tries to muster up the strength to swing home but when he stands up he falls right back down. it’s hard to breathe and he realizes that the the binder isnt giving him enough airflow anymore, he’s had it on too long and moved around in it too much. johnny insists that they go back to the baxter building and have pete looked at. peter starts to refuse but when he does johnny’s eyes turn into blue flame, so he decides that it probably isn’t the best idea to piss off a literal ball of fire in his weak state. he reluctantly agrees and johnny flies them to the building, making sure to keep his arms free of flame while he carries peter. peter can feel the heat of the fire on his face, he’s pretty sure he has some minor burns on his cheeks now but that’s the least of his worries.
when they arrive johnny gingerly sets peter down on a couch that feels like a cloud and says he’s gonna call reed in to look at him bc “he’ll know how to fix you up better than me” but peter starts freaking out. he knows that someone is gonna have to find out he’s trans if they wanna patch him up, but he doesn’t want all of the fantastic four to know. not yet. he just isn’t ready for that, he needs to prepare more for that. he pulls off his mask with shaking fingers and tells johnny that he’ll be okay, that his broken bones are already healing. he tells him that the problem is he’s just not getting enough air.
johnny surprisingly handles the whole situation with care and gentleness. he blinked owlishly at peter for a moment when peter took off the mask bc “oh no he’s hot” and then blinked even more when peter explained that he was transgender, explained that he needed help out of his binder. but then johnny blinked one more time and suddenly he was back to normal, and just said “yeah i can do that, let me get you a shirt first”
he eased pete out of the suit carefully, making sure not to put strain on any of his injuries. he chatted the whole time about nothing in particular, told peter he smelled like a dumpster and that he needed to shower after that fight. peter had expected him to bombard him with questions about being trans, but johnny didn’t. he was thankful. johnny turns away from him so peter can change into the spare clothes (an ugly tourist shirt and some hello kitty pants of sue’s bc “sorry pete but my pajamas are designer”) without being looked at.
for a few weeks after that he and johnny get closer, talk more. somehow johnny even managed to get peter’s number so he could text him stupid things at 3 in the morning (“i saw a trash can today and thought of you ☺️”) and peter likes to pretend that it annoys him. initially johnny won’t stop calling him “dude” and “bro” all the time, and peter worries that johnny may be teasing him, or trying to humor him. but he quickly realizes that johnny is just a fuckboy and those are his lame pet names. why new york seems to be in love with this hotheaded idiot is beyond peter, and why he falls in love with him too is just as ridiculous.
Because liking stuff about your brother being dumb if he’s not with who you want him to be with is definitely the way to make fans believe this is genuine . There is so many things wrong about this I don’t even know where to start.
I’ve had this in my head for two or three days and I just had to write it. Not my best work, I’ll admit but I nneeeeeded to write it and post it so here ya go! Also a(n unintentional) Sunday Ficnic for the Voltron discord I’m a part of.
The castle was no stranger to explosions. Nor was Lance. Lance seemed to have horrible luck when it came to the castle and explosions. Note to self: Next time Pidge wants to show off a new invention, wear armor. He groaned as he sat up slightly, aches making themselves known throughout his body. Coughing from his teammates echoed in the room as the smoke began to clear.
You had been in queens your whole life, growing up in a small apartment building. You didn’t have many friends, but that was only due to the fact that you were homeschooled by your father.
But the kid across the way always made you smile, Peter Parker. He would always have a smile on his face and loved to share little facts with you. Aunt May would let the little boy write his everyday facts on popsicle sticks in which he would sent to you the next day.
Today, you crawled out of bed, you were only 12 years old. You saw a cup full of popsicle sticks, some were painted various colors, but you noticed one red on. You yawned, putting your hands up in the air, but reached out towards the cup, grabbing the red stick and reading the fact.
“Turtles can breathe through their butts.” You mustered a smile, laughing at the new fact of the day. “Good morning, sweet heart.”
You rubbed your eyes and saw your father standing in the doorway of your room, he had a smile on his face. “Hi dad.”
“So, me and your mom have a surprise for you. You jumped out of bed almost instantly, you wanted to know what this little surprise was. They led you to the living room, where you sat down on the couch, your hair a mess and pajamas covered in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
“So honey, you know how me and your mother talked about going on vacation?” You nodded excited, hoping you would soon be resting on a beach in Florida, or even going on a long cruise in the widespread ocean.
“Where are we going?” You were hoping for Disney World, how you so longed to go to Disney. “We’re going to Europe!”
You sat there, blank, no reaction, you tried to think of the things that are in Europe, but nothing was coming to mind. “Europe?”
Your parents seemed so excited about this trip, so you smiled happily at their reactions. “ We leave tomorrow and won’t be back until the start of the school year.”
Your smile dropped almost instantly, it was only the beginning of summer, you wanted to hang out with Peter this summer, but your plans aren’t exactly going to work out if you are in a whole different country.
“But, i wanted to see Peter more. Try and make more friends.” Your mom walked over to you, sitting down on the couch next to you. “Honey, this is a big trip for your father.”
You had soon realized that this trip would be fun, you just had to be open to the idea of new things, maybe Europe was to be the one thing you are looking forwards to this summer. “Okay, can I tell Peter we’re leaving?”
“Oh yes, of course” You got up, running into your room and changing into regular clothes, once you were done with that, you ran over to the neighbors. You knocked on the door profusely, Aunt May opened the door, a large smile plastered on her face, “Good Morning, Y/N. Peter is just now waking up.”
You smiled as she welcomed you into the apartment, you saw pancakes made on the stove, freshly made, eat one a light brown color. Peter walked out of the room, he wore a pair of blue sweatpants and a larger shirt. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, his brown hair a curly mess.
“Oh hey.” A light blush came to his face, you smiled at his awkward demeanor. “I heard about your summer trip to Europe, you excited?”
“oh, yes-s.” You moved your hair behind your ear, Peter stood in silence. “Your leaving?”
You nodded, “yeah, I’m leaving for the summer.” Peter looked heartbroken, he didn’t want to have his best friend leave for the summer.
“When are you gonna come back?” He walked into the kitchen, his whole attitude changed, he was now sad, but didn’t want to show it.
“At the start of the school year.”
Peter walked away, he grabbed a pancake and put it on the plate, spreading butter on it slowly. “Gives you a chance to make more friends Peter.”
Aunt May was trying to lighten the mood, “I gotta go back my bags. I’ll see you soon Peter.”
You ran up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, pulling out a purple popsicle stick from your pocket and placing it in his hand.
He looked at the popsicle stick and read what it said, “August 13th, I will return home.”
There was a tiny smiley face placed on the end of the stick. You have Aunt May a hug and ran out of the apartment and back to your own.
You started to pack your bags that day and left the next. You would be flying to London, a 7 hour flight, and so far, the flight was just boring, you had to sit between your parents. Your dad was asleep on your side, snoring away as the flight carried on.
Before you knew it, you landed in the freezing London weather, your dad shook himself awake, “Honey, we’re here.” Your dad pointed out of the window at London, you weren’t very impressed, in fact it just looked like a duller Queens.
“We’re gonna be here for the rest of summer?” Your mom shook her head, “we’re traveling all around Europe for your father’s job.”
It was 2 weeks into the trip, you had found out that even though Europe is dull it has it’s perks. Like the countdown to go home. Mom and Dad seemed to enjoy their time, they would always wander or even disappear at times, you were fine with that.
But it was one day when you were left alone, that you were lost. You didn’t know what to do, you were in a large road, people walking around and cars moving everywhere. “Mom?” You yelled out into the crowd, but nobody seemed to respond to you, they only walked around you, but there was the occasional person who ran into you.
The young man ran into you so harshly, it caused you to fall down, landing on the hard rock street. You looked around you, people did not care about what you were doing, they only walked around you, once again. “Young lady, are you okay?”
You looked up to see a young lad with glasses, a long brown trench coat resting on his body. He held out a hand to you, you took it gladly, mesmerized by his thick accent. “Did you lose your parents?”
You nodded as he pulled you off the ground, you looked at his outfit, he had a black tie with a tie clip, on the clip sat a little symbol, it looked to be skull with 6 tentacles coming from the skull, each one curving in different directions. “My company’s symbol.”
For some reason, you had recognized that symbol, but you didn’t know from where. “How about you use my telephone and you can call your parents” You nodded and followed the younger man to a building, you stood on the sidewalk, the man was going into his white truck, pulling out his phone.
“Here, you have to come to me, my phone is dead.” You walked to where he was, which was in some parking lot, you looked around for people, yet there was nobody in sight. You walked around his door, he held a phone in his hand, you gladly took it, calling your parents number, but before you could react, there was a thick white cloth pressed over your mouth, your breathing became shallow as you panicked, your vision blurring until soon you couldn’t see a thing.