falls on face and cries


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MCR Things To Make You Cry

1• “We’re going to keep being a band as long as you keep believing in us” -Gerard Way

2• March 22 will come EVERY YEAR

3• My Chemical Romance brought a message to love yourself and the world, then just left us all

4• We never get to see recent pictures of them together

5• Think of all the good music they could have made from 2013 to now

6• this thing I found online that said
One last time,
Make some noise”

7• *piano* *g note*

8• Gerard is married. Frank is married. They have children. THEY’RE NOT TOGETHER. *cri*

9• “It’s a phase, one day you’ll forget about MCR” m8 it’s nOTTTTTT


11• The last song they ever performed together was Helena. So, the last lyric they ever sang was “so long and goodnight”


13• “whose your favorite band” “My Chemical Romance” “loser, you know they broke up, right?” “dId I fOoKiNg AsK”

14• You don’t know whether you want MCR back together or not because you want them to be happy and not force themselves to do something and you just ARRGGHHHH

15• Friend: Just get over it already

16• Frerard was a stage act

~~“Tears are words the heart can’t express”~~

link + memories

link only knowing his name because zelda told it to him immediately after he woke up

link hearing zeldas voice again for the first time in a century and understanding it as a strangers voice while it simultaneously stirs some tiny speck of familiarity somewhere in the deepest part of his subconscious

link walking around hyrule, feet wandering down paths he doesnt even remotely know through seemingly alien muscle memory

the scars littering links skin aching in a vague, hazy memory of the pain that accompanied them there, but with no recollection of what put them there

the familiar feeling of the raising of the hair on his neck upon catching the movements of a guardian out of the corner of his eye, despite having only just learned what the relentless monsters were

the aching tug of guilt in his chest when faces fall after their ecstatic cries of dont you remember me? are met with silence

the vague, ever present sense of déjà vu that accompanies everything he sees, hears, smells, tastes, does

the incessant guilt weighing on his skin at some thing hed done that he cant even begin to recall

the constant tickle at the back of his mind of i know this, ive seen this, i know i have but not knowing quite how or why or when or where or who

finally getting at least a few precious memories back only to realize he was remembering the dead, remembering a hyrule that hadnt existed for a hundred years

BTS reaction to their enlistment

Anon Asked:  Can I have a reaction when BTS have to go for military service (it lasts 21-23 months in Korea). Like they have a gf and they’re sad that they have to leave her and members?

Angsty shit. Like I don’t want to think of them enlisting. I don’t But like Seokjin in a uniform..;)  BUT LIKE SEOKJIN IN A UNIFORM CAUSE MY BB IS ENLISTED. -Admin Cat


You couldn’t believe this was how you were finding out about this from a trashy blog. Seokjin would have told you he had enlisted. How could he not have told you? Just as you were pondering this thought the front door of your apartment opened to reveal a tired and puffy eyed Seokjin. The moment you looked at him all anger washed away and you hurried over to envelop him in your arms. He let out a shaky sigh and you felt his arms wrap around to keep you close to him.

“Jagiya, I am enlisting.”

“I know, the fans are talking about it.” you murmured and Seokjin gripped you tighter to him.

“Promise me something” Seokjin croaked out, his throat thick with tears. “Promise me you’ll wait for me and we’ll keep in touch.”

“Jin…” you felt tears fill your eyes and you pressed a kiss to his neck.

“Promise me you’ll take care if the boys, come to the dorms and cook for them. Make sure Yoongi rests and Jimin eats.” You nodded, you would keep the boys safe and healthy.

“I promise, I love you Kim Seokjin.”

“I love you too.“

Originally posted by lavender-kills


He broke the news to you over text. Which was very out of character for him. He would have normally called you with such news. You almost didn’t believe him, so you called Hoseok to get the truth. Hoseok confirmed your fears and you sat in bed for hours, it didn’t really make sense. You knew it was inevitable, him enlisting, it was mandatory and you had your own feelings on the matter. You didnt even hear Yoongi come in, entering your bedroom and he sat down on your bed.

“Hey baby,” Yoongi ran a hand up your thigh and you looked at him. His face was unsmiling and his hand gripped yours tightly. He looked supremely stressed.

“Yoongi, are you okay?” You weren’t dealing with this the way he was. You had to understand this wasn’t about you. Yoongi shook his head and leaned into you, his head gently resting on your shoulder.

“I just, I can’t believe it. What if BTS fails?” He asked and you squeezed his hand. “Babe, I just cant imagine leaving them and you.”

“I’ll never leave, you know I’ll wait and BTS wont fail, the members and fans wont let it.”

Originally posted by tahyns


You eyed the enlistment form with a sigh, it had been roughly twenty minutes since he had come home and shown you the letter. You weren’t surprised and honestly, you had been waiting for this to happen. You looked over at him and placed your hand on his.He was very much so ready to do his military service and you both had discussed the topic at length. 

“Y/N, do you think the fans will forget about me?”

“What?” You asked incredulously. You looked over at Hoseok who had a frown upon his normally brighter features. 

“You know,” He began and breathed in a heavy sigh. “They’ll focus more on the group and think it is better off without me.” You turned to look at your boyfriend and shook your head. You couldn’t believe he was thinking like this. You reached over and grasped his hand, bringing it to your lips and kissing it.

“I will never let that happen. I will scream the name Jung Hoseok from the rooftops.” You ran your thumb over his hand and he smiled at you. God were you going to miss that smile.

Originally posted by parkejimins


“Jagi” Namjoon wrapped his arms around your waist.

“When do you go to basic training?” You asked and he sighed. He knew this was all you would think about until he left.

“I leave the 10th of October.” He replied, he kissed your temple. “Babe. Do you think I am abandoning the group?” You turned and pressed a hand to his cheek.

“You aren’t abandoning the group.”

“It feels like I am, How can I be a good leader if I am not there?” Namjoon questioned and sighed heavily. You pressed a kiss to his lips, his eyes fell closed. You wouldn’t let him think that way. You couldn’t.

“I’ll keep the boys in line I promise. We’ll skype every day and you can yell at them.” You attempted a joke and he laughed lightly.

“You have 5 more months with me, lets make the best of it.

Originally posted by gotjimin


You scrambled off of the couch as soon as you heard the news. Jimin was on his way home and Jungkook had told you that Jimin was worried about enlisting. You opted to make him the best dinner he ever had. Making his favorite foods. Anything to keep his mind off it. Jimin strode into the house an hour later, apologizing and telling you all about bad traffic. Thats when his nose caught the smell of grilled meat enticed him into the kitchen. “Babe, is this for me?“ 

"Of course.” You replied and turned the burners to low, walking over and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“God, I am going to miss this.” He cried, he crushed you to him and you smiled a bit. You knew that he was upset because his smile never touched his eyes.

“You don’t ship off until November, thats six more months of my cooking.” You cooed. He admired how strong you were being. He couldn’t believe you were keeping it cool. “Now, sit down and lets eat.”

“I love youso much,” Jimin replied and kissed you again. This time the smile reached his eyes.

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung


A letter! You had been waiting eagerly for a letter from Taehyung. He was away on tour and was to be home tonight. Which is why he told you his letter was going to be late. When you began reading though, you discovered that Taehyung had forgone his usual sweet talk, this time he delivered news of enlistment. He described to you his worries and most importantly how he felt like he was letting the fans down for leaving in September. You headed to the airport, hoping to greet him since it was so late at night. When you arrived you parked you car and strode inside, waiting with other families until you saw his mop of dirty brown hair. You sprinted towards him, shouting his name and he dropped his bag.

“Jagiya!” Taehyung cried as he held you. “I missed you so much.” You pulled away and slapped his chest. An angry look falling on your face.

“Ow!” He cried He ran a hand through his hair. “I guess you read my letter.”

“You should have called or waited to tell me in person!” You hit his chest again. You were angry. It wasn’t fair.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Taehyung mumbled and you watchedcas his expression became solemn. You loved this stupid dork and he was worried more about you than himself.

Tae, I will always be here, just talk to me.“

Originally posted by mvssmedia


It was your last night together. Jungkook was going to be shipped off to base tomorrow. You guys had been quiet all night, just laying next to each other. He had been trying to cope with leaving you and the fact that he felt like he was abandoning his group and ARMY’S. Jungkook squeezed your hand tightly and you turned your head to look at him. 

“I’m going to miss you.” He announced looking at you and smiling sadly. You smiled half-heartedly. Jungkook rolled over to lean over you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’m going to miss your laugh,” He kissed your lips. His lips ghosted their way across your skin and you moaned slightly. 


“I’m going to miss everything about you, your skin, smile, the way you feel in my arms everything.” He whispered into your skin. “We’ll write to each other and my hyungs will keep you safe.” 

“You better write Jungkook.” He laughed and you spent the rest of the night tangled up in your bed sheets. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Really?- Richie Tozier - Imagine

Originally posted by scerek

Fandom: IT


Word Count: 913 Words

Character Count: 4959 Characters

Estimated Reading Time: 3 Minutes, 40 Seconds

Warnings: There is a pitbull????

Authors Notes: Enjoy!

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I’m Back

Bill Denbrough x Female!Reader


Requested: Yes, by this beautiful bean @trashyemonerd

“ooohhh i wanna send in a bill denbrough x reader fic request! where after several years the reader comes back to derry and meets bill and the rest of the loser’s club again? you can turn it into angst or fluff or maybe both! thank you, bby. ☺️🎈”

Summary: Basically, you leave Derry then come back. Everyone is hurt, but especially Bill cos the boy had a crush on yewwwww

Warnings: Angst, tears, all that jazz, you know the go

Side note: Mind you, I haven’t written anything in a while so I apologise if you hate this and I understand !! But otherwise, let’s just get right into it

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

*3 years ago*

“Wait, what? Tomorrow? That’s so soon!” you asked your mother who was gathering all your belongings. “We can’t leave! This is our home. We have a life here”.

“But darling, there’s nothing here for us. There’s so much more out there. We are leaving” your mother finished. 

A million thoughts racing through your mind. Where will you move? Will you like your new home? Your new friends? 

“Oh my god. My friends”.

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anonymous asked:

For your Ecstasy Is All You Need, how about back in the past, Killian didn't quite get around in time to stop Emma and Past!Hook. Basically he watched them do the do, and found it insanely hot or something, and has to get himself off, then sneak Emma away after she and Past!Hook finished, he being drunk and passed out. (It would be absolutely amazing if you made it super descriptive on both ends [descriptive jacking of, as well as sex, is hot as hell], lots of dirty talk, and all that.) Thanks!!

Hey there! I recently ‘asked’ about a Past!Hook x Emma while Killian watched prompt, but ran out of room. I wanted to say super descriptive/explicit dirty talk, too,because, to Past!Hook, he only saw another needy bar wench. So her taken on several surfaces and positions, too, would be awesome. But whatever you wish! I love your writing! Thanks again!

“I just got tired of waiting.”

He needs to get out of here. Emma and his past self are murmuring to each other, teasing and flirting tones intersected by the wet sounds of hungry kisses. Killian falters at that, jealousy burning in his chest. He looks over his shoulder as Emma’s eyes meet his, silently urging him to leave, now, while she keeps Hook distracted.

Distracted. With that lovely mouth and her hands running across his chest and those breasts pushed up so delectably…

Gods what he wouldn’t give to remember this encounter from Hook’s point of view.

Hook turns, Emma still in his arms, and Killian lunges under his desk, trying to keep quiet while knowing that any scuffle or creak could be explained by the ship’s gentle rock in the harbor or one of the many rodents or rat-catchers living on board. Emma’s cloak hits the floor, followed closely by Hook’s greatcoat. “Up you get, love,” Hook murmurs and Killian winces as he sees Emma, or rather her feet and skirts, lifted and then deposited on the desk above him. “Now, why does such a pretty lass like you wear so many clothes?”

“Keeps every pirate from stealing what isn’t his?”

To anyone else Emma sounds confident and coy, but Killian hears the slight waver in her voice that betrays her nerves and he knows his past self is too drunk to pick up on that. Is she nervous about what’s to come, or that he’s still here to witness it?

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When Atem gets drunk...

(I dedicate this post to @teppa-is-sonic-trash​ ;D)

Atem (1:34 am): *very clingy cuddles* Aibo, I love you soooo much! *smooshes cheek against Yugi’s*

Yugi: *has difficulty breathing* I love you too but i really need to go to the bath room now, other me.



Atem (3:14 am): Oh my gosh, aibo, how can you be this beautiful, I will never stop looking at you, I swear *awkward stare*

Yugi: Uhm….okay… O__o


Yugi: Oh dear… *facepalm*

Atem: (4:27 am): *cries* Aibo, you’re so wonderful, you’re an angel and I dont deserve you, how can you be so wonderful, oh god, I love you so much Imma die! *gross sobbing* Please never break up with me, I know im not worthy of an angel like you but please dont break up with me, Imma do my best, I swear! *cries more*

Yugi: I wont break up with you, other me, dont worry *pats atems head*

Atem (5:20 am): *sleeping on the couch, head on yugis lap*

Yugi: Oh my gosh, finally…!

BTS Reaction to you saving them from getting hit by a car

@yona–hime requested:  Hi can you please do a BTS Reaction To You Saving Them From Getting Hit By A Car, thank you 😬💕

Like I promised! A reaction before I go to bed ♥ I hope you enjoy this :)

Jungkook: After you pulled him back with all of the strength you had causing him to stumble back and fall to his bottom. Jungkook couldn’t help but be scared of the incident that just occurred. His heart would be pounding and breath quickened as he couldn’t comprehend what just happened. “Y-You saved me?” He stammered looking up at you. All you could do was nod, still shocked by your own actions as well. “I-I could’ve-”

“Sh.” You quickly cut him off kneeling down and wrapping your arms around him. You didn’t want to think of what could’ve happened, you wouldn’t be able to bare it.

Taehyung: Taehyung was an absolute wreck. The minute it resignated with him that you had just jumped in front of him causing him to stop from walking in the road he broke down. Tears fell down his face and loud sons wracked through his body. You quickly wrapped your arms around his torso not saying anything as you were afraid if you did speak your voice would crack and you had to be strong for Taehyung right now. The tighter you squeezed the quieter he got but you knew once you two got home his emotions would get the better of him.

Jimin: Unlike Jungkook or Taehyung, Jimin would immediately grow angrier by the second. A little at you but most of it was directed towards the driver of the car that could have easily hit both you and him. “Watch it jackass!” Jimin yelled staring at the car as it sped off at an incredibly too fast speed. Curse words left his mouth by the second and you could just tell his face was getting red. The moment the car got out of his sight he quickly whipped his head staring at you still very angry. “Wha-”

“You could have gotten hurt! Do you not think before you do anything?!”

“I was thinking of you!” You yelled back at Jimin. Jimin rarely got mad at you but he was more upset at the fact you didn’t think of your well being first, you could have gotten hurt and that’s all he cared about.

Originally posted by yoongichii

Hoseok: “Did you just..?” Hoseok stands behind you astounded and excited in a way. He saw you do something so selfless and brave he couldn’t believe his eyes. A big smile rose upon his face and tears rimmed his eyes seeing you standing there. Toes over the curb of the sidewalk and eye wide when you turned back to see if he was okay. All he could do was nod pulling you into his arms and mumbling a million praises to you.

Originally posted by beuits

Namjoon: Namjoon didn’t care about himself in that very moment, all he cared about was you, if you were okay and most of all what the hell were you thinking to do that. He pulled you back away from the road and held you tightly in his arms. “What the hell were you thinking?” He mumbled against your neck closing his eyes. “I don’t care if it was me, you do not put yourself in danger okay?” He pulled away for a moment to look at you to see tears already falling down your face. “I was scared.” You cried clinging onto his shirt looking up to him worried. You thought that was it, the car came by so fast you had to get him out of the way, you didn’t care if you got hurt, he was more important.

Yoongi: You had pulled Yoongi back so hard that he had fallen back landing on the concrete ground. At first, he was taken aback, he wanted to snap at why in the first place you would pull him back knocking him to the ground, but once he saw the car zoom past you both and heard your loud screaming and cursing a smile formed on his face. He was staring up and smiling at you while you consistently screamed at the driver that was long gone. He was thankful to have you.

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

Jin: His mouth hung open at the strength you had managed to have, he knew he was stronger than you and on many occasions have you failed to push him aside, but with all the adrenaline that went into you when seeing his foot step on the street and the black car zooming up you had to do what you thought was best. You pulled him back and quickly hugged him tight, you were terrified of what had just happened but all Jin felt was thankful, he was happy you were the one he was with. He wrapped his arms around you kissing the top of your head mumbling a “Thank you.” He had so much more to say to you but all he could say at the moment was ‘Thank you.’


Summary: You moved to Derry when you were 12 years old, and, to your luck, the monster that haunted the town was nowhere to be seen. However, he had been able to get a glimpse of you–proceeding in taking the chance to sneak into your dreams for the next five years. Until he opens his eyes, yours would stay closed too. And only to crimson dreams.

A/N: Feedback always appreciated. Sorry about the length!

Words: 7.3 K +

Warning: SMUT, gore

Your legs hung down, swinging through the air with sporadic giggles escaping your mouth. There was another little girl on the playground, her name Lily and her hair as red as fire. She skipped around on the cement, periodically coming through the wood chips and yelling at you with incoherent words, but soon going back to her skipping and prancing. From her voice, you heard a song, each step she took making a new sound from her laughs.

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Could you forgive him?

Originally posted by vankerays

Requested? Yes. Can you do a really angsty W nylander one.?

AN: the parts in the bold are from the writing prompt thing. I hope you enjoy let me know if any wants a part 2 if you want them to reconcile, I have something in mind that could be angst and fluff. 

I wish I never met you!” you screamed as you ran out of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, well probably ex-boyfriend now.

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-Asra cries freely when feeling overwhelmed. Tears streaming down his face and making small sniffles before landing on a nest of pillows to dry to make himself feel better. Faust tries to help. Curling around his neck softly andeven kind of nuzzling against the tear streaks. Urging him to stop.

-Julian is dramatic. He sobs as loud as he dares and tries to bite pillows (or himself, when feeling really terrible) to try to get himself to stop, which only makes things worse in turn. He does get embaressed if others see him cry, though. Face turning as red as his hair as he tries to play it all off like it was nothing. 

-Portia is not as dramatic as her brother, but close. Ghibli-like tears welling up in the corners of her eyes until the dam finally breaks. She sobs, mouth open to release the emotional pain welling up inside of her chest. The Countess saw this – once – and though she didn’t understand why the servant girl was sad she allowed Portia to hug her tightly to get it all out. For she needed someone to just hold her through the tears and doesn’t find tears shameful, unlike Julian.

-Nadia cries alone in her own chambers. When the headaches get too much for her to handle or the tightness in her chest doesn’t let go for the counsel refuses to stop talking about a man long since dead, and that she does not recall. She bites her lip to try to stop the silent tears, sitting on the edge of her bed and eventually resting her face in her hands when they fall anyways.

-Muriel cries more than most people would think a big brute like him would. He hides in his spot and falls against a wall with a soft sob before closing his eyes. Sitting down on rough cobblestone to finish the rest of the crying in complete silence. He knows that crying is human, and he’s fine with it. The silence is more of a precaution to make sure that he stays hidden, and because in the back of his mind there are people telling him to “man up” and “someone like you shouldn’t be crying”.

-Lucio calls his dogs to his chambers. Softly smiling at them as they come through the door and wait for his signal before they jump onto the bed. Both going to either side of him and allowing him to throw his arms around them to bring them close. The first of many, many tears escaping before he buries his face into their fur. Muffling his cries so none other than the dogs could hear. By the time he’s done, their fur is soaked in some parts, but they don’t mind. Afterwards he goes back to normal. Pretending like he hadn’t spent the last half-hour crying. As it should it.

Plane Mishaps // 3:53 pm

Pairing: Reader x Tom

Warning: idk clumsiness ??

Featuring: Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, and [YOUR] friend

Prompt: you don’t like flying and turbulence isn’t your fiend.


Flying was like your worst enemy. No, planes were your worst enemy, flying was the epiphany of hell. That’s right.

You would always get motion sickness, your body didn’t like high elevations and you didn’t like heights. Sitting by the window might have been a bad decision, but your friend didn’t like heights anymore than you, and she wanted to nap. She couldn’t nap with the sun shining through the window. It wouldn’t be a problem, but you two got the luck of having a broken blind, so the sun shone directly in your face. You wanted to use the bathroom, but standing up in mid air made you more light headed then you were already.

But your stomach didn’t feel to good. Every thought of the plane moving, of not being on the ground, made your stomach make very uncomfortable movements.

“Okay, I need to get up.” You spoke to your friend that was reading a Vogue magazine. “Sure, sure.” She knew that face, you were going to throw up.

You stood from your seat and scooted past your friend, shuffling as fast as you could to the bathroom. The line had dispersed by the time you got to the bathroom, gladly. You stepped in and locked the door behind you.


It was always a good idea to carry gum around with you, you were very happy you remembered to stuff a pack of excel into your sweater pocket. The bathroom was very tight quarters and if you stood in there any longer, you’d probably faint from claustrophobia.

You unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out, just as turbulence hit the plane. It shook you over and you hit the wall.

Ow, you thought.

It stopped momentarily and the flight attendant scurried over to see if you were okay.

“Yes, in fine.” You spoke through gritted teeth. You just needed to get back to your seat. You started to walk slowly as the ding sounded, the seat belt sign flashed on above your head. You were panicking now. Would you make it back to your seat before another strong wind knocked you over?

You took two small steps down the isle when the plane shook, and down you went. Although, you didn’t go face down, or fly backwards. With your luck, you fell sideways into another passengers lap. He was startled, to say the least. You were positive you woke him from a great nap, too.

“Ahhhh!” He yelled, as you landed holding onto his shoulders, you were really just ready to brace yourself to fall face first.

“I’m so sorry!” You cried, wanting to get back to your feet, but the turbulence wouldn’t stop. He noticed how frightened you looked and quickly, somehow gracefully, swept you up in his arms and placed you into the empty seat beside him. Your heat was going a million miles a minute as his arms let go of you and left you cold.

The turbulence passed after another moment and you could finally catch your breath, your head was a little fuzzy but you felt okay enough to get to your feet and find your seat. But you didn’t move.

The guy you fell on stayed silent. It was awkward, you thought, what were you to say? He cleared his throat, “are you okay?” He asked. OH, he had an accent.

“Uhm, yes. I’m so sorry I wasn’t prepared for that and I didn’t mean to fall-” his hand waved through the air, stopping you.

“It’s okay, really. I’m not that good with flying either.” You faced him now. Oh no, bad idea. He was very good looking. Your jaw almost fell to the floor, but you controlled yourself. He looked a little taken back as he stared at you, too.

Was there something on your face? Oh no, please don’t let there be anything on your face, you thought.

“I-I’m Tom.” His voice sounded far away, was he really awestruck because of you?

“[First Name].” You offered a smile. You’d normally offer your hand, but you were profusely sweating right now in such a hot persons presence.

“So, flying isn’t really your thing , huh?” His laugh sounded like a harmony.

“No, not really.” You shrugged, but you added a laugh to seem friendly enough. But really, you were still in a daze.

“What brings you on a plane, anyhow?” He was trying to keep the conversation going, you realized.

“My friend and I wanted to travel a little before we both went out separate ways.” You answered, watching as he nodded his head in understanding.

“I would kill to take a year off, even just a month, to travel.” His voice sounded sincere, but your eyes were fixed on the other person that walked up to stand beside Tom.

“I’m gone for ten minutes and you’ve already replaced me,” the guy said, he had an accent as well.

“Oh please, Haz. You left me to go talk to a girl, what else was I to do?” Tom said to the guy (Haz? You assumed) in a teasing tone.

“She was cute,” Haz shrugged.

“I better get going,” you said, realizing that you were taking up this Haz guys seat.

As you shuffled past Tom to the isle, Tom swiftly and softly grabbed hold of your wrist, you turned to face him.

“Would it be completely inappropriate if I asked for your number?” Tom asked, as his cheeks turned a light shade of red. Yours felt a little hot to as you shook your head.

“Of course not.” Tom handed you his phone and you quickly typed in your name and number, handing it back to him, he gave you a heart melting smile.

“I’ll see you around, [Name].” With a smile you headed over to your own seat, where your best friend was smiling like an idiot as well.

“What’s got you looking like that?” You teased as you took your seat.

“You’re not going to believe the hottie that just gave me his number,” your friend started. You laughed, “oh, I might have an idea.”

Originally posted by captainamericacivilwhore

Place the Blame

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes, and I combined two similar requests: Can you do one about Peter rescuing reader because she is kidnaped please? and “I can’t do this without you.” with some angst..? ;) how about the reader is kidnapped and peter is like wHERE ARE THEY ;;)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Mentions of Death, Blood, Injuries, Weapons, Crying, Swearing

Originally posted by dive-into-the-spidey-life

i’ve waited so long to use this gif

Peter immediately knew something was wrong when you didn’t show up to sixth period. He knew it was your favorite class, and you never missed it unless absolutely necessary. You had been at lunch, quickly running out before the period ended to grab a coffee from the nearby café. You hadn’t returned for ten more minutes, and Peter figured you were just running late.

But he was halfway through your favorite period, and your seat next to him was still empty. He was growing antsy; you should’ve been back by now. You should’ve been back a half an hour ago. He still tried to stay calm until the class ended, eyes trained on the door, waiting for you to walk in.

You didn’t walk in.

So at the end of the period, as soon as the bell rang, he dashed out of the classroom. Forgetting about his final class of the day and frankly, not caring about it, he made his way out the back doors of the school. Finding an alleyway, he slipped his Spiderman suit on quickly, the action almost feeling like an instinct now. And out of the corner of his eye as he was sliding his backpack behind a dumpster, a dark green feather on the ground caught his attention.

“Oh no,” he whispered, moving to pick it up gently. He examined it, asking Karen to scan it for materials. When she quickly relayed the information he wanted, he sighed when he heard the word ‘vibranium’.

He knew exactly where you were, and he wasn’t sure what state you would be in when he found you.

Peter had been fighting this villain for as long as he could remember. He wasn’t known by many, but he was always identified by his camouflage-colored feathers on his suit. Peter found them stupid. And the villain hadn’t given himself a name, and neither had the media, so Peter had resorted to calling him ‘Bird Boy’.

He never seemed to be able to defeat him, though. Whether it was being tricked into believing he was somewhere else than where he truly was, or whether he just became too injured to fight on, Peter couldn’t beat him. And he was just as stumped on how he had gotten vibranium into his hands. But he had found his hideout one day, and he was still working on a plan to take him down once and for all.

He was supposed to still be working on it. His plans had obviously changed now, as he made his way quietly through the back door of the warehouse where he assumed you were being held. He was correct when he heard a deep voice speak menacingly, and he peeked from behind a wall to see both your hands and feet handcuffed to a chair. He thought he could see some blood on the side of your face, but he couldn’t see you well enough to tell. He sucked in a quick breath. He needed to devise a game plan.

“Tell me who he is,” Bird Boy spoke, and Peter was almost afraid to breathe. “Who is Spiderman.”

Peter didn’t know how he had found out about you, or how he knew that you knew Peter’s identity, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty. He knew this would happen eventually. People get hurt because of him; it was inevitable for you to get hurt too.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, voice sounding weak, and Peter almost blew his cover right then and there.

“You do!” Bird Boy cut you off angrily, lifting his arm up and pointing a gun at your face. Peter stiffened. He needed to do something, and he needed to do it now. “Tell me.”

You laughed then, and shook your head. But Peter could see how slowly you moved. He could see how close you were to falling unconscious. “You really think you can beat him.”

Bird Boy faltered, finger twitching on the gun’s trigger. “Of course I do. He hasn’t beaten me yet.”

Yet,” you looked up at the villain in front of you. “He will beat you.”

He stepped forward suddenly, wrapping a hand around your throat but not squeezing. He pressed the gun against your neck, and you yanked at your handcuffs. Peter twitched, aching to run forward and knock the gun out of his hands and to save you. But he knew that he needed to wait; he needed to wait for the right moment.

“Who is Spiderman,” the villain leaned his head closer to you, and your faces were only inches away from each other. “I will kill you if you don’t tell me.”

Peter could see how the words affected you, only because he had known you for so long. But you simply lifted an eyebrow at the feather-covered person in front of you, and said, “I don’t know who he is.”

“Liar!” The villain pulled back and instead of keeping his hand around your neck, he slapped your face harshly. Peter heard you let out a small whimper of pain; he wasn’t sure how much longer he could just stand here, devising a plan, while you were hurt.

“I’m not lying,” you were slapped for the second time, and then he aimed the gun at your forehead again.

Peter knew now was his time to act.

He crawled his way up the wall and onto the ceiling, and shot a web at the gun in Bird Boy’s hand. He knew he jammed it and that he wouldn’t be able to shoot at you, so he tried to breathe easier as he jumped down and shot a few more webs at the man himself.

“You son of a bitch!” Bird Boy yelled and cut his way out of the webs as soon as they had been shot at him. Peter saw relief flood onto your face when you noticed him. Aching to get you free, Peter tried to make his way towards you when he was intercepted by a rush of feathers thrown his way. He groaned when his vision became covered, and he was caught off-guard when a sharp pain in his side knocked him to the ground. 

The feathers fell to the ground alongside him, and his vision cleared enough for him to see Bird Boy aim a weapon at him. “Say goodbye, Spiderman,” he said, although before he could shoot, Peter leapt up and knocked the weapon out of his hands.

“Not before you do,” he grumbled and sent a punch to the villain’s jaw. He heard a grunt as the man fell onto his back, and Peter webbed his arms and legs up with the strongest combinations he had. He punched the man one more time, as strong as he could, and Bird Boy greeted unconsciousness.

Peter turned around and gasped quietly, seeing you unconscious as well and blood soaking the side of your face. He rushed over to you, taking his mask off in the process, breaking off your handcuffs with a simple tug of his strength. He pulled you out of the chair and rested you on the ground gently, looking at you with worried eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

“(Y/N), wake up,” he murmured, brushing your hair out of your face. He grimaced at the blood on your face, trying to keep his eyes off of it, but it was impossible when it covered most of your face. “Come on.”

He shook you softly, and then harder when your eyes didn’t open. He wondered how all the blood had gotten there when he looked around and saw the weapon he had knocked out of Bird Boy’s hands, it too covered in some blood. He let out a shaky breath when he realized that he had done this. 

“(Y/N),” he said louder now, more urgently. “Wake up,” his voice cracked, growing more worried by the second. He should’ve knocked the weapon in the other direction, or let it hit him instead. It wasn’t supposed to be you. You weren’t supposed to be the one hurt. “Wake up!”

He pressed a finger to your neck, feeling for a pulse. He held his breath for a few seconds, willing himself not to cry as he tried to find one. He felt the thumping under his fingers, just barely, and when he placed his fingers under your nose to check your breathing, it was too faint for his liking. “(Y/N), please,” he cried, a tear falling onto your face. “Wake up.” 

Your eyes stayed closed, and Peter began to wonder if you would ever wake up. “I love you,” his voice cracked more, his thumb stroking your cheek. “I can’t do this without you. Please wake up.”

“Son,” he heard from behind him, and he whipped around with you still in his arms. A police officer stood there with a sympathetic expression on his face, and Peter remembered the fact that he didn’t have his mask to cover his face. “Let us take care of this.”

“This is my fault,” Peter cried, looking back down at your unconscious body. He could barely see through his teary eyes. “This is my fault.”

“Come on,” the officer whispered, kneeling down next to Peter and moving his arms to take you into them. Peter only hugged you closer. “We can help.”

Peter only sobbed before letting you go, and the officer quickly took you into his arms, stood up, and began to yell to the other officers who had come into the warehouse. A few of them were cutting Bird Boy out of the webs and putting him into multiple sets of handcuffs, while others were branching out to search the rest of the warehouse. 

Peter watched as the officer took you out of the doors to where he could hear sirens outside, and he didn’t even stop to think about how they had found the warehouse in the first place. He looked down at the blood on his hands, your blood, and stared blankly. 

He didn’t know what he would do if you died. He would blame himself forever.

He did blame himself forever.

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Genre: Angsty I guess

I don’t know what to title this so I’ll just leave it blank for now. 

Originally posted by seungcheofine

Part 2

He thought it was a good idea. ‘it’s just one date Seungcheol, what could possibly go wrong.’ he had told himself this 2 days prior to the night of his first date since his son’s birth.

Overall, when seungcheol had arrived back from the date, he definitely knew there would not be a second one. Now all he wanted to do was see his lil man.

Seungcheol opened the door and was greeted with 2 eerily smiling faces. Soonyoung and Seokmin stood nervously, their hearts pounding in their chest.

“Soo funny story.” Seokmin led the conversation.

Seungcheol pulled his jacket off, staring at them questioningly, “Funny as in laughing funny or funny as in I’m going to kill you if anything happened to my son.”

“Well!” Soonyoung clapped as he jumped, “Looks like its time for me to leave, Seokmin you got it from here.”

Seungcheol gripped Soonyoung from the neck of his shirt, “What happened to my son.”

“What happened is you’re lucky I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by.” You walked into Seungcheol’s view, the four year old boy resting on your hip, “Chan was running around the apartment building.”

“WE WERE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK!” Seokmin screamed.

You smacked his arm, “that doesn’t mean you leave the door unlocked so he can wander off. What if Chan got hurt.”

“But he didn’t.” Soonyoung butted in with a smile.

“Get out.” You smack the two boys as they quickly got their shoes on, leaving quickly before Seungcheol could get his hands on them.

Seungcheol sighed, taking the boy from your hands, “How’s my lil man.” He earned giggles from the younger as Seungcheol lifted him up in the air, tossing him lightly.

You followed Seungcheol into his home, “I’m guessing your date didn’t go well.”

Seungcheol chuckled, “Definitely not. I thought you were on a date too.”

Chan wiggled out of his father’s arms, trudging his way back to you. You picked him up, kissing the boys cheek, “Too douchey for my taste.” You set Chan atop the kitchen counter, grabbing a few animal crackers and treating him, “who needs a boyfriend when I have this lil guy.”

Chan giggled when you nuzzled your nose into his cheek, stealing a peck onto the tiny boy, “Cookie?” Chan offered you a piece to which you gladly took into your mouth.

Seungcheol watched the scene unfold. His lips tugged upward, his eyes sparkling, 'god she’s beautiful’. He loved you so much more than he wanted too. From the day he accidentally hit you with a basketball in college to the day he watched you push the boy in your arms out into the world.


Seungcheol snapped out of his thoughts, “Yeah.”

You gave him a sweet smile, “Why don’t you rest. I’ll put Chan to bed.”

Seungcheol only nods as he watches your figure slink away and slip into Chan’s room.

Seungcheol brushes his teeth slowly. Mind wandering to that night years ago, the drunken kiss, the heated room, bodies pressed together, the hunger of it all. At the time still young, nearing graduation, for a moment the mutual feelings you both shared were released.

'Easy’ he remembered the words slipping from his tongue 'one night stand’ he slapped the hand of one of his friends. He wanted to keep his image, his cool and playboyish mask. Your heart shattered when the words spread around campus and he realized he’d lost the thing he loved.

It wasn’t until a month later he heard your voice. The words 'im pregnant’ ringed in his ears. And he wanted to hug you, hold you up, spin you happily, kiss you passionately. Only your eyes showed different. Your eyes showed resentment against him and he cowered. He promised himself he would help you, anything you needed he would do it. No matter how much you tried to shove him away, he bounced back.

“Get away from me Seungcheol.” The venom in your voice pierced him.

He followed from behind slowly, “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.” you snapped at him, “Now stop following me.”

Seungcheol paused in his steps. You wobbled with your large front, a hand placed protectively over the mid. 'Im fine’ you convinced yourself. The pain came excruciatingly quick, your back arched as you let out a cry.

Seungcheol was by your side like the wind, a hand rested on your back, “Are you okay. What’s wrong.”

You winced with each contraction, “I…I think I’m in labor.”

For 15 hours he stood by your side. As you cried out in pain, Seungcheol let you grip onto his hand. The crushing feeling, he pushed aside as he looked at the sweat fall from your face.

“I can’t!!” You cried out when the doctor instructed you to push once more.

Seungcheol leaned in close to you, his hand numb from your hard squeezing. He pushed your hair out of your face, whispering, “Listen. You can do this. Just a little bit more and it’ll be over. I promise okay.” Seungcheol could see the weariness in your expression, “Look at me.” you complied, “I promise, everything will be better after this.”

With one last push, the screeching cry filled the room. You threw your head back exhausted, you hadn’t realized your hand was still connected to Seungcheol as they brought the newborn back towards you. Emotions filled you as you held the child, tears filled your eyes and Seungcheols reassuring hand rubbed circles on your back.

“Hey Cheol.” you poked your head into the bathroom just as Seungcheol finished rinsing his mouth, “I’m gonna head out now.”

Seungcheol followed you to the door, he had changed into a white t-shirt and sweatpants while you still donned on your form fitting dress. His eyes scanned you up and down, heart fluttering with your every step.

You slipped on your heels, pulling the coat around you before glancing at Seungcheol, “I’ll pick up Chan on Monday.” Seungcheol hummed in agreement. You turned your back and he wanted so much to stop you, to pull you back, to ask you to stay.

“Oh!” Seungcheol jumped at your sudden spin, “I almost forgot. Can you pick up Chan from preschool on Thursday. I’m sorry, Jeonghan set me up on a blind date and apparently it just could not wait until later.”

Seungcheol stuffed the broken pieces of his heart down his throat, “Yeah sure no problem.”

“Thanks I owe you one.”

Your hand rested on the door handle, pushing it, Seungcheol watched the door slam shut in his face. The silence plagued his apartment until the light pitter patter of feet reached him.

Chan pulled the blanket alongside him, a hand rubbing his eyes, “Did mommy leave.”

Seungcheol lifted the young boy into his arms, a sigh leaving his lips, “Yeah. Mommy left.”