it will be a joy to see you combust

Tomorrow, He Would Be

Peter Parker x Reader (Peter’s POV)

The fantastic and talented @jedistardust​ requested prompts: 3,4,20,25,94 as part of my follower celebration and specifically requested some angst. (Can’t tell anyone that I don’t deliver.) Her chosen prompts gave me an idea and inspired me to write this sixth and final part to ‘It’s A Lot Like Falling.’

Like the other parts, you can read this as a stand alone, but I promise the read won’t be the same if you haven’t read the other parts first:

Part I  Part II  Part III Part IV Part V  Part VI

Prompts:I never want to see you again.” “I’ll die without you.” I’m not ready to say goodbye.” Don’t you give up on me.”
Or in this case: gravity fails you.
Or: the moon falls from orbit.

Peter is 22/23.

Warnings: You’re not going to like this.


Somehow, she and Ned had both managed to convince him that going to Times Square for New Years was a good idea. The both of them had been so excited when he’d finally agreed, beaten down by their eagerness; at the way she had described what she imagined millions and millions of fluttering pieces of color and laughter would be like dancing in the cold air, how it would feel to stand in the middle of it all; amidst the lights and sounds of the city enthralled with the night.

She had smiled this sweet, lazy smile as she’d thought of it. She’d thrown her head back, hair shining as it ran over her shoulders like a lazy river, long eyelashes kissing soft cheeks, hands in the air grasping at imaginary confetti as it fell around her; everything about her soft and warm and cozy.

Maybe they were going; if only to see the confetti in her hair.

Ned had him fully convinced a few days later when he talked about how his mother had been to see the ball drop a long time ago; when her heart still beat and her eyes carried this light in them like Ned’s did. She’d told him that it was the most beautiful, life altering thing to be surrounded by so many other warm bodies; people joined together in celebration of the great panorama; another set of painted days alive and here and present. More days to hope, and love, and experience; to feel and to change, and grow.

Of course they were going; if only to see the smiles on their faces.

They’d planned the whole day out carefully: layering long sleeve shirts, sweaters, and jackets; it was a bitterly cold one. It was the kind of day that made you hold hands and push into warm shoulders, surround yourself in soft, sweatered arms, and push noses into beanies that smelt like flowers and reminded him of spring. She’d spent the whole day with her hand wrapped up in his and smiling at the way Ned and his girlfriend were doing the same. He’d spent the whole day nosing at the hair around her ears and cold, rosy cheeks; all ticklish strands and ticklish words.

Truthfully, the packs of people, hundreds of thousands of jittery bodies had his nerves standing on end; the sounds of so many hearts, breaths, and voices in his overly-sensitive ears building and sticking together to create one large, buzzing noise in his skull. There were so many people, so many different things that could go wrong; it was too cramped, it was too loud, and it was crushing.

He was even more nervous because he had left his suit in their apartment; had hung it up and tucked it away in the closet to only be put back on in a new year.

He had wanted to be Peter Parker today, Peter Parker only.

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BUT SHE MAKES EVERY SINGLE FAN ENCOUNTER SPECIAL IT’S NOT JUST A QUICK BASIC SNAP AND GOODBYE SHE IS CONSTANTLY SMILING AND TALKS TO YOU AS IF YOU’VE BEEN FRIENDS FOREVER AND YOU CAN SEE SHE GENUINELY WANTS TO BE THERE IM GOING TO COMBUST INTO A MILLION PIECES BECAUSE WE STAN THE BEST PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE

anonymous asked:

ok but imagine y/n going through a hard break up and is trying to cover up her sadness but baby!jeon and the boys sense that something is wrong and try to cheer her up

one some days, life isn’t filled with rainbows and sunshines. you happen to have those days.

it’s a day to their place; you have nothing to do apart from emails to run through and what better place than to do it at a place where you’re not alone? honestly speaking, you could really use this and thankfully, you have this chance to be surrounded by people. just as you walk through the door, using your privilege of having a spare key, you nudge the door close behind you.

jimin peeks from the sofa, and he hurries to sit up straight, closing his gaping mouth and trying not to look like he’s so surprised to see you here. ever since last night, which, by the way, had been scarring for the boys to go through, he was sure you wouldn’t come. they were all ready to cover up for you, telling jungkook that you had some last minute plans because, well, last night…

“y/n! please open up!” taehyung tries to be subtle with his yelling, but at the lack of response from you has all of them worried. the boys had just finished dinner, seokjin left home with jungkook and they planned to drop by because with a text from you of ‘we broke up’, they’re hurrying up on eating, walking twice as fast and frantically making their way just to be there for you.

“w-we came as fast as we could,”

“please open the door,”

“y/n, we don’t want you to feel alone. we’re here for you,”

they’re at their wits end, knowing that you are someone capable of shutting anyone off if you needed to. the fear of you wallowing in sadness until it consumes you, manipulating your thoughts in ways you could do anything to harm yourself shakes them to their bones and the one person that was perfect when it came to comforting, is at home.

“y/n… c-could we just see you, then? we’ll leave if you want to but we want to know you’re okay…” namjoon’s trying to be fair here, because it’s not everyday you break up with someone you swear you love, ready to get shot for them, only to come to a realization that they’re the one pulling the trigger.

they hadn’t expected much but when the door creaks open, it’s a sight they want to erase from their memory. tears are welled up in your eyes they knew were the brightest, your sleeves, damp as they latch to your skin, redness circling your eyes and your flesh swollen from the pain expanding to the point they can’t be contained in your heart. your lips quiver, unable to say anything, sniffing to keep the tears from falling from your eyes but it’s too hard. you can’t see properly, you can’t digest the worried looks on their face nor the guilt they feel because for someone so happy, someone who brings happiness to everyone else, someone who selflessly puts themselves first… to feel so much pain on their own, is fucking unfair.

you manage a small smile, cracking out of the bits of your heart left. never did you ever want to worry them, but when you’re broken beyond repair, it’s hard to pay to mind of what others think. all they murmur is your name, and you don’t know if you can bear for them to look at you for a second more. all you do is suck it up, taking in a deep inhale of air before you whisper: “i’m fine, go home.” and before they could say anything, do anything, you close the door.

the sound of you crying is all they hear on the other end. screams of frustration, shouts of agony, cries of someone who’s struggling to keep smiling through the pain and everything else they’re certain they’d never want to hear again. they have to keep to their word because they know you’re wise. but even the wisest of people get hurt and for you to go through it on your own, you’re losing it.

and the boy’s hope they don’t lose you in the process.

“is jungkook home?” you question, voice hoarse but soft, soft and full of pain with the need to be happy and jimin doesn’t answer. all he does is drop his book and storms over to you. before you can process what’s happening, he’s pulling you in his arms and hugging you tight. you had seen this coming, to be honest, and it’s taking a lot for you not to cry. yet, you carefully put your arms around him, relishing in the warmth of someone who cares. “jimin…”

“we love you, y/n,” he rasps, clutching onto you, squeezing you until you can’t breathe but you wouldn’t have it any other way. “we hope you know that. we love you, so, so much…”

“y/n,” you hear your name, from the side and jimin reluctantly lets you go, only to allow you turn your head to where you see jungkook in the kitchen, on the stool with his hands careful as possible as he seems to be decorating a cake. you intend to move but find you can’t do so. one by one, they appear.

seokjin’s helping jungkook off the stool as the eight year old balances a cake. a heart shaped one, frosted and coated with love, jungkook’s crooked letters of we love you makes your eyes gather the tears again; rising up from the pain, combusting with joy and it’s warming up your heart that was left cold, drowning in the tears last night. taehyung and hoseok’s dressed up in your favorite animals - hoseok wearing a panda onesie, taehyung a dog with cute ears. namjoon’s not left out, wearing that gutetama costume from last halloween and yoongi’s surprisingly in one, too. a black cat with white ears and he’s offering you a smile.

“we were supposed to get changed and come to you but, we didn’t know you’d be coming,” seokjin says, revealing that he’s planning to wear a dog onesie as well, a dalmatian breed and jungkook was planning to wear a bunny one. jimin pops up again, in his mickey mouse onesie and is holding onto one more, for you.

“this one’s yours. we got it last night,” jimin grins, showing you a white bear one that’s fluffy and soft and everything about this is so overwhelming because for someone who’s gathered all the reasons to feel like the saddest person in the world, now has all the reasons to be happy.

and honestly, it was a bit too much to take in.

you only realize you’re crying when jungkook gets you to your knees, to where he hugs you and presses the side of his head to yours, his words delicate and gentle, innocent and pure, clutching onto your heart and reminding you that - “i love you, noona,” his shorter arms wrap around you, the same time you put your arms around him, “love you so, so much,” he murmurs, resting his cheek on your shoulder and fluttering your eyes shut, tugging him into your arms tighter, you whisper back, “i love you too.”

needless to say, the boys managed to lift your spirits back up with a onesie party, cake, and lots of ice cream as a time to indulge. but of course, it won’t be complete without a movie marathon, a trip down to a restaurant all in matching outfits and getting stares as you smile back at them.

hoseok had tried being the joker; finding anything and everything to make you laugh and jungkook’s mercilessly poking him here and there just to hear him shout. jimin and taehyung, coming up with endless and ridiculous puns just to hear namjoon reprimand them with the logic of… logic. then there’s yoongi, sassing them to no end because that’s so dumb, i’m sure you fell on your head when you were born because no one’s that dumb and seokjin, coming in to scold yoongi in return but it’s all worth it when they’re making you smile and god, they live for that.

yesterday, you lost the love of your life but today, you’re reminded that you have a whole family that loves you dearly.

and… yeah, this is all you need.

anonymous asked:

What x men would love the baby blue and pink chokers on their s/o (the ones with the bells)

these ones

Warren Worthington, for def. he would just die at seeing you like that omg
Alex Summers, of course. He’d probably combust and bust a nut immediately
Hank McCoy would probably ascend to a higher plane, tbh
Scott Summers would cry tears of joy lmao
Jean Grey would jump off a building if you were wearing that rip

annoymous-asks-nicely  asked:

Will you ever do a Darkling prequel series/book? He is such a compelling, multi-faceted antagonist and he and Baghra have lived long lives & you've raised so many interesting questions about him in your Q&As & in the books. He has a massive following & I wouldn't be the only one to cry tears of joy or combust with glee if you did. This is the one wish in my life I so badly want to come true. Your books changed my life and you are my favorite author ever! Luvin' the fine line between good n' evil

Thanks for the kind words. I have a lot of Grishaverse books in mind, but I don’t think I’d do a prequel series for the Darkling. It feels too restrictive. But I could see doing a novella or another short story at some point. 

Please read if you have goals for anything in life ever on literally anything

So the other day I was doing psychology homework & I read this straight from the book & it basically changed my life.

Mental rehearsal can also help achieve an academic goal. In one study, Shelley Taylor and her UCLA colleagues (1998) engaged introductory psychology students who were a week away from facing a midterm exam. Some were told to visualize themselves scanning the posted grade list, seeing their A, beaming with joy, and feeling proud. Repeating this “outcome simulation” 5 minutes each day until the exam had little effect, adding only two points to their exam scores, compared with scores of student counterparts not engaging in any mental simulation.

Surprised? Cause I definitely was. For example motivation for losing weight is always “picture how great you will feel” or “picture yourself in that bikini you’ve always wanted to wear.” Well clearly, that method doesn’t work very well. But keep reading because this is what literally made me combust & rise from the ashes as a beautiful phoenix princess 

But the researchers had another group visualize themselves effectively studying–reading the chapters, going over notes, eliminating distractions, declining an offer to go out. Repeating this “process simulation” for 5 minutes each day had a beneficial effect. Compared with the control students, this second group began studying sooner, spent more time at it, and beat the others’ average by 8 points. From such experiments, researchers conclude that it is better to spend your fantasy time planning how to get somewhere than to dwell on the imagined destination. –(David G. Myers)

CAN YALL EVEN GRASP WHAT THIS MEANS
ITS ALL ABOUT PICTURING THE PROCESS NOT THE DESTINATION

  • PICTURE YOURSELF WORKING OUT AND YOU WILL
  • PICTURE YOURSELF GOING TO BED EARLIER AND YOU WILL
  • PICTURE YOURSELF GETTING YOUR LIFE TOGETHER ONE BIT AT A TIME AND YOU WILL
  • EVERYONE ALWAYS SAYS “THE ONLY THING GETTING IN THE WAY OF YOUR DREAMS IS YOU” AS IN YOUR BRAIN
  • WELL GUESS WHAT PSYCHOLOGY IS THE STUDY OF BRAIN MIND AND BEHAVIOR
  • AND IF YOU CANT TRUST ITS STUDIES AND APPLY THEM TO YOURSELF TO BETTER YOUR LIFE THEN IM AFRAID U NEED TO CHILL
  • If thiS DIDNT CHANGE YOUR LIFE THEN REASSESS YOURSELF

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