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neonfretra · 2 months ago

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making hockey edits as a total newbie

having completed my first poetry edit its both easier and harder than i thought! which is pretty exciting considering the fact i have a poem in the back pocket that reminded me of the sharks. its WAY longer and i probably dont REALLY want to actualize it. but. fun process! talking about my process below the cut :)

concept

the inspiration was wanting to make a pickles edit and his number is 44 (and there are SO many sharks players that couldnt take 44 because of him. i mean it so seriously i hope they retire his number solely to inconvenience everyone for the rest of this franchises lifespan)

i dont think hes super widely known because:

the sharks are bad

marc edouard vlasic is bad

so i doubt the narrative of the edit makes much sense LOL

long story short, he used to be REALLY good. never got acknowledged for it in the broader scope. fell off with age . makes him super unpopular because hes signed 8x7m (shout out to past gm doug wilson) and hes bad. hes played with the sharks for the second most amount of games (second to patrick marleau who is like. THE shark of all time. hes so shark they call him mr shark. so if you grade on a curve...?) .

i love our shriveled husk!

the first image (the title card) came way before everything else actually, sort of my proof of concept and proof that i could actually make anything its very young pickles! that image is like. 7 years old

collecting images

all images (not including text overlays) were pulled directly from getty images

i got around the watermark kind of stupidly! most of the time, you can get around it by just pulling it from newsites that did pay for the rights to the image (reverse image search is a pal) or by checking social medias for reposts by the photographer or team (harder for me because i dont use any social media, use instagram only when necessary because it CRUNCHES)

i used mspaint.

it shows.

(brian babineau)

yeah it was by literally pasting the thumbnail (upsized by about 334% i believe?) on top of the image which is why its such a mess of pixels . the nice thing about the human eye is that it kind of smooths over the image if you dont look too closely . other times the texture of the image is so crunchy already that it doesnt actually make a difference.

(i DID edit the right image i just. cant see it?????)

(left: kavin mistry, rightt: noah graham)

for simpler shapes i did try to use an airbrush to fix it but its not super noticeable so.

the important thing was not using photos where theres a watermark over the main focus because im not making it look good enough to pass .

are there easier ways? oh god yeah. for sure. am i using them? well if you scroll back up

human centipeding images together

hardest part was the photos that mashed images together:

(man just check the original post for credits)

these were NIGHTMARES (now text free!) i have all the things i edited as separate layers if anyone ever wants quinn hughes disembodied hand or two pickles

making image two

the concept of this one was the second, but i had the final image ready to go second and finished it last. i finished this one second after fighting for my life to compile the images for it

the ideas straightforward enough: pickles on ice with the puck, other prominent defensemen going through the motions of a shot edited in. this is when pickles is like. capital g Good

compiling the pictures were easy enough? the hardest one was actually finding one of pickles HAHAHAHA

fun fact is that i chose a bunch of right shooters by coincidence. actually a miracle that i didnt notice until comparing pickles to them in editing. which i did extremely haphazardly (seriously i was guessing when resizing them

i did all this in an art program that didnt have the ability to select the subject so i hand erased the background. i keep mentioning it but if i had to work around erik karlssons hair i get to complain about it.

first time using the soft eraser if that means anything. the green background was to help me tell what i had and hadnt erased yet

this one took me the longest by far and had me questioning the decisions that lead up to this point the most.

making image three

PAINFUL. there are five different peoples hands on this thing and i spent most of it trying to choose hands that were interesting poses+decorations and in different places. didnt bother removing the watermark on any of the hands because why do i want to make more work for myself. erik karlssons second hand did not make the cut (watermarked)

the nice thing IS that there is a sort of photoshoot they have with consistent angles and lighting. i proceeded to spend way too much time aligning five different photos on top of this to make sure the hands are in the right place and about the right size.

an interesting bit of the editing is that the colors on the trophy photo were actually an afterthought! because it looks kind of nothing.

it looks nice next to the second image because of the cymk coloring but the problem was that the first three images had colorful elements to them and the fourth is just text on the image

adding text

alt title: OH GOD IMAGE FOUR IS SO NOTHING.

image 3 uses my favorite quote about pickles believe it or not ^_^

If you are new to hockey or are newer to the San Jose Sharks fanbase, you will see the withered shell Vlasic is of his former self and think that any conversation about immortalization in Toronto is beyond the bounds of possibility.

insane someone wrote this about another person. quite chuffed that you can read that phrase in the final image!

image four babe im so sorry you are so underbaked. the article on THAT one is literally just about the 1000th game celebration. but also its hella ironic

“I’m still the same guy I was when I came in, just 14 years older,” Vlasic said. “Plays the same way, does the same things, plays against the same players. Just 14 years older.”

whole lotta people want this man GONE because hes flopping so hard. everyone and they momma taking bets on when hes getting bought out. its BAD LMAO i hope they sign him another 8 years

in reflection

edits are way easier than i thought they were to make with zero knowledge of the medium! i had no idea what i was doing but i made something i feel extremely proud of, take a shot at it sometime ^_^

something i kind of struggled with was making something that felt interesting and unique but unified as a whole piece? i dont approach things with a visual "theming" in mind and i more or less tripped up on the colors LOL

give it a shot! a spin, even! oickles.

#neon etcetra

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merakiui · 1 year ago

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aaaa brain rotting abt the jade fwb situ....wondering how Floyd would react if he ever found out.

I'm stuck between the possibility of him either 1. Getting extremely upset from the fact that his shrimpy would really rather fuck his brother when he's rightt there :/ (which in general the aspect of how Floyd would react to cheating I feel can be pretty obvious to guess but when it's his own brother involved I truly wonder who's side he would take in the situation. Pretense; jade being like- "Floyd will literally kill you if he finds out about this :)" because after all who's side would he take when the truths revealed? Jade def uses that as an extra plus to manipulate you I'm sure ;;

But anyways, 2. Floyd is open to sharing with jade- but in a way that truly makes reader suffer,, after all its still cheating! I can imagine the tweels taking turns impersonating each other just to mess with reader's head who, unbeknownst to them and is pitifully unaware that Floyd has long since known about their relations with jade- but wants to scare reader one day while it's assumed reader is messing with jade as per usual but a (purposeful) slip up from jade Floyd strikes the reader with dread that they've fucked up D:

Omg yes!!! What's especially fun about the line between Floyd and Jade is that it's entirely possible for one of them to end up wanting what the other has. Floyd could have no interest in you whatsoever, but if he finds out you're sleeping with Jade in secret? Suddenly he just has to have you because Jade has you and it's not fair if Jade has something Floyd doesn't! >:( it's essentially the same vice-versa. If you're in a fwb situation with Floyd and Jade finds out, he's naturally going to be very curious and if he stalks observes you enough he might find himself falling for you.

But then there's also that sibling urge to just,,,, sabotage regardless of opinions or feelings. It's like how Floyd essentially tattled to Eliza on Jade during Ghost Marriage (about how the flower he'd given her was a poisonous species) solely because he couldn't stand the idea of Jade winning when he failed and was stuck frozen LOL. It's so petty. I imagine both brothers can be like this towards each other when you're involved and they're both vying for your heart or one of them is and the other has no interest.

And the idea of them impersonating the other just to mess with you... I love it a lot. <3 the twins can do very good impressions of the other, so you might be entirely fooled if you aren't scrutinizing too closely. They live for the way your face falls when you slowly start to realize they've tricked you all along. If Floyd really wanted to, he could probably muster the patience to play Jade for a while, but he's so capricious sometimes. Conversely, Jade could do it all day. If it's a game where he knows something good will come out of playing a long waiting game, he'll gladly put in the effort.

#twisted chit chat

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cr0wc1f3r · 10 days ago

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BABE MY FRONTAL LOBES DONE GROWING, THIS MIGHT JUST BE HOW IM WIRED? BUT NOW WERE KISSING BEFORE BRUSHING, SMILE WITH OUR WHOLE FACES, IF YOU WANT A HYPHEN LAST NAME I DONT MIND THE CADENCE, IVE SEEN HOME VIDEOS. I WAS THERE BACK IN THE EIGHTIES. AND IF IM JUST THEM AND THEY BACK THEN COULD DO IT, WHY CANT I?

JUST LIKE MY PARENTS, IN DUE TIME. IMAGINE ME, JUST LIKE MY PARENTS, YEAAAAAHHHH RIGHTT!

CAUSE IVE MADE MORE MISTAKES! THEN SIMPLE EMPTY MOMENTS! EACH ONE AS OUT OF CHARACTER, AS YOU KNOW I TEND TO BE.. THERE'LL BE SCALPERS AT THE CEMETARY GATES, WITH ALL MY WOULD-BE WIDOWS WEEPING!!!

OH, ID HAVE FORGOTTEN ALL THEIR NAMES, SO WHY SHOULD YOU REMEMBER MINE?

when we grow old together. will you talk to my headstone? that is, assuming that i die first, which is fair, and assuming i dont leave. close enough to forever i guess, to prove what i hope. i mean, otherwise how i am i supposed to believe?

#becoming the lastnames #will wood #in case i make it #im uh. getting back into will wood!#can u tell #sniff. um #haha #icimi #will wood music

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m0e-ru · 2 years ago

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I meant to send this yesterday buy Forgot but it's 3/20 for me now (yay :3) I actually had something else to say but got up writing this ask and that thought left sooo please any new thought for your au :3? Please say as much as you want, I would like to hear it the stage is yours!

hey ahhh I love okyakusan I love enablers . im going to be the most annoying person on this soapbox. also literally rewriting this because I lost the note this was in like I said not writing it in Tumblr post would be a better idea OH WELL ! I was just spouting nonsense there anyway what was I talking about. ohh right my Adachi rightt right….

The thing with Adachi and how he’s kept me up at nights is how much there is to do with him. In this case with gsaslau, he’s not just “empty,” he’s “emptied”

While I write like there’s a million subplots going on simultaneously in this au (which is. right) the thing about Adachi being the central character somewhat is because of his bond with Mim and what that means for everyone’s Gas Station Attendant Social Link

If we did consider myth, then yeah, we have Izanagi and Izanami; Souji and Marie, Adachi and well. Yeah.

There is significance to each other’s life by the motif of this myth alone. Not even being specific if they’re family, friends, lovers, or adversaries, because it could be that secret third thing (‘you have more than three options’ yeah I know that)

Mim and Adachi’s relationship is so special in a way that it’s like that Tumblr post it’s like. It’s like this

God’s goal of their social experiment was there to truly determine what humans wanted. Sure, they were born out of the desire to veil the truth and accept more palatable blissful lies, but they went out of their way to confirm that and see if humans had the strength to see past it all and live their lives in truth as they’d always been.

Choosing three human individuals with the qualities at the end of the spectrum and the in-between: to be full of Hope, or full of Despair, or to be nothing but a swirling black hole of Emptiness.

That Izanami tried to push the limits of these qualities as well. How far can Hope be hopeful before falling to despair. Can that of Despair actually stand on his own to feet and be hope for everyone else. Can Emptiness… not be empty.

Izanami saw a literal blank slate enter Inaba. Not anybody who’s lived in Inaba their entire life (Namatame), not anybody who’s returned to Inaba to live their life (Souji). God peeked inside a man’s hollow heart and decided to fill it. Besides taking the most convenient human occupation for that moment, the attendant may as well have come out of that mold and was there to be everything Adachi needed. Trimming out any excess, filling up bubbled spots, polishing everything here and there as time went by. Having to be there for the other pawns they want to keep a close eye on and changing and adapting like a clay doll, remolded and and reshaped to their will, but otherwise staying the same to the mold it first came out from.

Until the imperfections couldn’t be hidden. The fog was seeping, the maggots were crawling, the rot was wafting, the scars were showing. But there should be more to an attendant than working at the gas station, right? Let him have wishes to take care of his home. Never figure out where he goes when it’s not raining. Don’t ask for his name but rather know him by all the things he talks about that is everything but anything about him.

God just made a puppet just enough for the humans they needed to get close to. And what if the self-sabotaging man says he doesn’t like idiots, maybe that’s exactly what he needs. What if he needs someone so much that isn’t like him that he can just be himself. What if he needs something to take care of because he can’t take care of himself. Give him something he’s good at doing and he’ll do it. Give him someone who won’t care what he’s doing and just enjoy him for the person he is. Then take it all away just to see how empty he can get.

What’s worse than being having nothing the whole time—actually having something and now you lose it? What’s the point of learning to love having never loved before then all if it’s taken from you? Why be filled to the brim from a half empty glass only to be tipped over and have your heart spill all over the floor? Was it just better to be empty the whole time, or be emptied from being so full?

Mim literally had a Teddie moment and said “wow I’ll make something so loved and appreciated just so I can stay close to the things I need to monitor” then fucking realized “hey I like it this way actually maybe bonds are a good thing.” Then they remember they have a fucking JOB to do and they’re like “ohh just kidding im a fucking monster they won’t love the real me anyway (god)” and do a Marie and take everyone’s memories of them— the attendant. Because they don’t just want to make a separate sentient being of the identity they just accepted was their own self. If there was going to be an attendant, it would be them. But since they can’t be there, then there’s also no attendant to keep these memories and hearts occupied.

They ran away hoping to cut off all their bonds so people won’t regret associating with a monster, leaving a bunch of people with botched memories and holes in their lives. And they did a really bad job at cleaning up, that there are people who are still chasing after them because these people care. And they don’t WANT these people to pursue the truth because they’ll be so disappointed. Mim ends up trying to erase themself entirely so there’s nothing to chase. The world would be so free and pristine and clear of their influence because they’re gone DOES THIS SOUND FAMILIAR TO YOU

Mim saw Adachi and said “how can I stay close to this fucking miserable man who I need to use to stimulate this city and get the results I need” then subsequently poured themself into a mold of the emptiness in his heart and out came the attendant. Look at this guy who’s so stupid, who’s an actual idiot, a prettyboy who knows nothing about the outside world, who has a skull so thick and a humor so odd. Literally everything Adachi isn’t—but that was the point. Bitch just interpreted the emptiness inside him and filled him and now they’re fucking worsties besties it’s ridiculous. This is what watching chair car adventure 100000000000 times does to a motherfucker

Mim’s stupid foggy attendant body starts literally melting in the summer heat. Anxious that people would call them out, but being sympathized with and being told they’re just not good in the heat, like other humans. Getting callouses so rough and actually bleeding from a cut on their finger when they thought fog would just seep out. Putting their hand in in their mouth and actually tasting the oil and wax they’ve been working with the whole time. Getting so hot or laughing so hard they actually get flushed until the tips of their ears. Wondering if the maggots crawling in their body made their way out, when the beetles they found in Namatame’s truck made their way into their sleeves and scuttle away. That maybe they didn’t smell like burnt rot, but rather car exhaust and gasoline and tomato juice they spilled on their pants. That maybe when they pull back their sleeves or look under their shirt it could be skin with lungs breathing and a heart beating rather than decaying flesh hanging off of bone.

Adachi learning how to open his heart to things and let things inside, while a puppeteer stops puppeteering and their smiles actually hurt their face because they can’t stop. Both becoming more human again in their own ways, the other quite literal. Both running away and sabotaging themselves for the sake of the people and the home they learned to love, neglecting to love themselves. I’ve made them both so alike it’s sickening even to me but it’s so fun I have dolls that are beaten up so much I drive their faces into the ground because that’s how I play with dolls and have fun SORRYY

And this is how they are best friends. Which is an essay that is just as badly structured but still expresses what I want to say probably. I lied actually. There’s more than one, but still.

THE two skits in visualive that matter so much to me https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/690320733390471168/stopping-myself-here-but-i-hope-its-a-well-known

ESSAY 1 https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/664354915309764608/you-dont-understand-how-much-chair-car-adventure

ESSAY 2 ✌️ft. more adachi I think https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/667202694005587968/please-by-all-means-make-a-post-about-adachi-and

tohru “fuck this guy in particular” adachi https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/691316103200276480/yknow-if-you-were-mentally-ill-and-watched-the

adachi touchy as hell compilation https://m0e-ru.tumblr.com/post/694208373929967616/adachi-touchy-as-hell-compilation

#assk #cyphere #persona 4 spoilers #p4 #gsa sl au #sulululat #tohru adachi #⛽️🌫#moel gas station attendant #izanami persona #// cca is so important to me watch me make essays in the tags of my essays IM LITERALLY INSANE ilove chair car adventr #// gsaslau so big even for my head i forget which ive said and which i havent but itsok i can say it ALL OVER AGAINN !!!!#// i like adachi because i kill him everyday everyone who thinks he has sex appeal im like have you considered .the horrors you can give hi #// okay yeah I wrote down s.adachi hypothetical too BUT THAT’S FOR ANOTHER DAY !!! godd GODDDD !!!#// 'how did your iznmi get so convoluted as this' THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIPP !!!!! AND CHAIR CAR ADVENTURE !!!!!!!!! AND MIDNIGHT DAYCARE!!!!#// i took out the 'adachi's' because thats not just HIS adventure !!!! it's EVERYONE's adventure !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#// anyuway thank you again top 10 okyakusan for enabling me i wish i coud talk more about this au but with no direction icnat think of sayi #// of saying 1 thing beause maybe i DO want to spill my WHOLE au in ONE GO !!!

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nitwmaebeaqna · 6 years ago

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Could you draw baby Mae?

Smol Mae- not a baby but still smol

#nitw #mae borowski #candy borowski #aunt molly #my art #sketch #close enough rightt..#i forgot her forehead markings ahhh

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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Drunk Yandere Levi taking reader from behind-

huarushdifbkhbfkdafjkafnkas

okeyabhase

(What to expect - NSFW, noncon, dubcon, punishment, slapping, spanking. Clit torture, sex under the influence (alcohol), slight bondage.)

Levi slammed the door, waking you from your fitful sleep.

Your bleary eyes found the clock - 3:28 AM.

The sounds of him rummaging around his office reached your ears, the man having a full bedroom suite attached to his workspace - he was a Captain after all.

“Ssshhitty fuckin’ bratsss, can’t even-nn ffuck!” A crash sounded, followed by the man swearing heavily. His words were slurred slightly, lazy, when they normally were cutting and swift in delivery.

He was drunk.

You curled up on the bed as much as you could, tugging on the long chain connecting your wrist to the headboard to move it to a more comfortable position.

It chafed your wrist, the cuff tight and unforgiving, biting into your skin and bruising your flesh.

No use mentioning it to Levi. The man was aware of the issue, had caught your wrist several times so he could examine the raw red tissue, wrinkling his nose, running his thumb against it and watching you flinch. You’d seen a flash of regret in his eyes, just a hint, but then he steeled himself, dropping your wrist and leaving the room, slamming the door shut on his way out.

A loud thump was heard, closer now, Levi slowly making his way to the bedroom, to you.

You’d never seen your Captain drunk before.

From what you could hear, the man was struggling with his shoes, mumbling something about the “f-fff-f-fucking laces.”

When the door was pushed open, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to even your breathing as you feigned sleep.

Levi stumbled around the room in the dark, clothes rustling, most likely stripping to change into nightclothes.

You know there had been some sort of meeting tonight with the Military Police and the Scouting Regiment, but it was supposed to be over hours ago. Levi and Erwin had probably gone for drinks afterwards, which means the meeting had gone bad.

Really bad.

The bed creaked as Levi sat down heavily, swearing under his breath about this or that, before you felt his body turn towards you.

He was watching you, eyes slipping over your form curled under the blankets, rising and falling with each steady breath.

You prayed that he’d let you sleep. Prayed that Levi would lie down, fall asleep. Prayed that he wouldn’t bother you, touch you with his clean, calloused hands that felt dirty upon your skin.

No such luck.

Hands pulled back the covers, ghosting over your arms as soon as they were bared to the chilled air, making you inhale sharply at the feel of his icy digits. HIs hands were so cold, contrasting against his warm, alcohol-laden breath puffing against your cheek.

It was useless to pretend to be asleep any longer.

Opening your eyes, it was apparent that Levi was drunk, his cheeks flushed, eyes hooded and dark, his movements clumsy as he tried to pull you upright.

“Get-get up (Y/N),”

“Levi...” You sat up slowly, trying to shrink back from his grabby palms, his lusty gaze.

“Come ‘ere, I wanna.... wanna....” His words trailed off, Levi too focused on your breasts underneath your nightgown to form a coherent thought.

Reluctantly, you moved towards him, shuffling forward with a crippling pang of anxiety. Levi was never this unsteady, hands petting over your arms, the man suddenly leaning forward to plant his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“Ah, ssmell good, all ff-fuckin’ clean.” He straightened up again, words slurred, before grabbing your thighs, wrenching you into his lap in one quick movement.

“Levi!” You squeaked, immediately clutching at his shoulders, the lithe man making himself comfortable with his back against the headboard, your weight draped in his lap.

He was completely naked, flesh pressing to yours. Levi was warm, heated underneath you.

Deft fingers were sliding the straps of your nightgown off your shoulders, causing you to blush furiously as the man tried to bare your chest.

Even after all this time, you were still shy of his gaze, uneasy with those light grey eyes scrutinizing you.

“Please stop, you’re drunk.”

“Ss-stop it.” The man barked, fixing you with a hard glare. He wanted you to move your hands from where you had shifted them, using them to keep your nightgown pressed to your chest. “Let me-let me see.”

Biting your lip, you dropped your hands, nightgown falling to pool around your waist. Breasts now bared to the night air, your nipples peaked softly, further attracting Levi’s attention.

“Good, good girl.” The man praised, his calloused palms cupping both mounds, feeling their weight.

You stayed still, felt the man play with your breasts, lifting them, squishing them together, plucking at your nipples. He leaned forward to lick a stripe over one of them, snickering to himself when you gasped.

An almost unheard noise, Levi’s laughter. It made you pause, blinking down at him while the man smiled to himself, apparently pleased.

Levi dropped one hand to the fabric around your waist, pushing it up until he could reach underneath, petting sloppily at your panty-covered sex, fingers missing their mark in his drunken haze.

“Take these-this stuff off.” He commanded, snapping the waistband of your panties with a finger, irritated that they were in the way.

Reluctantly, you started to shift from his lap, only to have Levi hiss, hand tightening around your breast as he gripped your thigh, keeping you on top of him. “Don’t leave, stay rightt here.”

“O-oh, okay.” Figuring he had changed his mind, you settled back onto your rear, Levi’s hand leaving your thigh to paw at your panties again.

“I want-get this... off.” The man was frustrated now, furrowing his brows as he tried to concentrate enough to say the correct words.

“Um, Levi, if you want them off I have to move.” You whispered. A small part of you hoped that the man would leave it be, maybe just want some heavy petting before he passed out. You wondered if Levi had ever experienced a hangover before.

“Ngh, ff-f-fucking-fucking-” No more words, just Levi finally remembering that he could slip your panties to the side, let his fingers press against your cunt.

“You’re gonna-gonna ride me. Do it.” The man slurred.

“Please, Levi. You aren’t thinking straight, you’re drunk, it’s late. Lets just... go to bed? Please?”

Levi shook his head from side to side like a petulant child, lips pulled into a frown. “Nooo, do what I-I want. You are-you’re mine.” He grabbed your jaw, pulling you so he could look into your eyes, hissing. “Mine.”

The grip around your jaw was scaring you, eyes wide as you clutched at his wrist, wanting to pry his hands off you. His hand felt too close to your neck.

But the man wouldn’t budge.

He was waiting, staring at you with half-opened eyes.

“Okay, okay. I’ll do it, ‘m sorry.” You wheezed, and only then did Levi release you.

A shuddery breath left your lungs as you reached down, fumbling for his cock. You wanted to cry as you lifted your hips, lining his length up with your pussy, pressing the bulbous head to your entrance.

“Mm, ffuck.”

Levi’s encouraging groan made your walls clench around nothing, and you cursed your body for it’s reaction, squeezing your eyes shut as you mentally readied yourself.

It hurt, the initial stretch. His cock wasn’t girthy, nor necessarily long, but it was nonetheless a cock, hard and full. Levi didn’t seem to be in the mood tonight to wait for you to stretch yourself out, but the dry slide of him into your cunt made you tremble in pain.

“Levi, it hurts, please, it hurts. No more.”

The tip was barely inside.

Levi rolled his head to the side, brain slowly comprehending your words, before he huffed, reaching for the side table next to the bed, pulling open the little drawer underneath it.

A small bottle of oil was patted against your thigh, Levi holding it out for you to take.

His cock was quickly lubed, Levi’s hands fondling your tits as you slicked up his length with the oil, before you resumed your previous position, tip of his cock pressed to your cunt.

An uncomfortable noise left your lungs as you sank down, a high whine as the stretch from before returned. At least it wasn’t dry now, no prickly pull on your walls, just a constant pressure as his cock filled you.

Levi was breathing hard, despite not doing any of the work, hands clutching at your body greedily.

When you finally fell flush against the base, legs almost cramping from holding you up for so long, you held onto Levi’s shoulders, dipping forward to lean against his chest to give yourself rest.

But the man was impatient, his drunken brain hiding his common sense, his decency, his normal behavior behind impulsive desires and selfish wants.

“C’mon, f-fuckin’ move.”

A half hearted slap against your thigh had you shuddering, knowing the force Levi could apply behind his slaps if he felt you were ignoring him. Better to listen and obey, even if you were still catching your breath, adjusting to the intrusion.

You lifted your hips, Levi’s cock sliding out until you felt the tip almost slip free, before you rocked down, taking him completely.

There was a slow buildup until you found a comfortable rhythm, Levi squeezing his eyes shut and holding onto your tits on a particularly deep press of his cock into your wet cunt, his head falling back to the headboard with a soft thunk.

He was panting, his hips moving underneath you without rhythm, just chasing his release. Levi’s eyes opened blearily, looking up at you with-

“I love you.”

His voice was thick, tired, raspy from talking all evening and using alcohol to drown his vexation towards the Military Police. Levi’s eyes widened just a little bit at his confession, as did yours.

That was never a phrase that had been said. You didn’t know why Levi was doing this to you, perhaps out of some twisted sense of devotion, or maybe because he liked seeing you suffer. You supposed that maybe you were just a cadet chosen out of the crowd to cater to Captain Levi’s more human needs, like intimacy. His methods were never questioned, and you were afraid to poke around for answers.

He’d never said something like that before.

It was shocking, yes, your hips stuttering a moment. But ultimately you brushed it aside, the man was drunk after all, rambling.

You tore your eyes away from his face, closing them as you changed the angle of your hips, his cock hitting a spot inside you that made your pussy throb.

“Oh fuck, ah, mhm-” It was starting to feel good, pleasure pooling in your tummy, and you began to slam yourself down harder, moving faster and faster.

You just needed a bit more-

Taking a hand off Levi’s shoulder, you reached down for your clit, easily sliding your fingers between your bodies. Your clit was already wet, your cunt drooling around Levi’s length, the oil smeared across your thighs.

It was easy to touch yourself the way you liked, and before you knew it, you were working yourself to completion with a cry, furiously rubbing at your clit as you rocked on Levi’s cock.

Panting, you slowly came to a stop, seated on his length, hand still trapped between your bodies, but no longer playing with yourself.

Opening your eyes, you were met with addled fury.

“You weren’t-weren’t suppose-sed to ffucking cum.” He slurred, hands leaving your breasts to clamp onto your hips.

The look in his eyes made you feel cold, yet a hot blush of shame colored your cheeks.

“Get-move-” He panted, almost throwing you off of him, pushing you to the bed with strong hands.

You scrambled to sit upright, chest heaving, pleasurable orgasm long gone and forgotten as you faced Levi.

But the man was grabbing you before you could move, flipping you over and shoving your face into the comforter, shuffling to his knees behind you.

“Wait! Levi-wait, stop!” You tried, but your cries were muffled by the comforter, Levi’s hand steady on the back of your head. His other hand circled underneath your hips, the man grunting as he pulled you up, your knees shoved underneath you.

As soon as you recognized the position, Levi was guiding himself to your pussy, still leaning over your back.

He didn’t hold back, fucking into you messily, no rhythm, just a series of sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts while he panted by your ear.

“Stupid-stupid brat, ugh. You w-were supposed to make me cum first, you-you know the f-fucking rules, ah-!”

Levi straightened up, taking his hand off of your head so he could deliver a brutal smack to your rear, making you yelp in pain, jerking forward.

“Stay-stay the ffuck still you b-brat.”

Another slap, and another, and then Levi was delivering a flurry of spanks, his hand connecting to your rear on each of his thrusts, your eyes squeezing shut, tears dripping down your cheeks.

“Levi!” You whimpered, flinching as his speed increased, the man pounding into you from behind seemingly uncaring of your suffering.

But then he snaking his hand around your hips, fingers fiddling through your folds, slipping against his cock as he struggled to find your clit, his coordination shot with all the booze flowing through his system.

“Sshhut up.”

No more spanking, but you were quickly writhing when Levi finally found you clit, pinching it cruelly between his fingers, pulling.

It hurt so bad, you bucked your hips back, away from his hand, but that only served to spear you further onto his cock. You were weeping, clutching at the blankets, head turned to the side so you could breathe, whimpering for Levi to stop.

But he didn’t.

The pain was becoming too much, sharp and stabbing and it felt like he was trying to break skin with how hard he was pinching. You yelped, a hand shooting down to push at his own, but Levi was too strong to be moved, even when he was drunk and blundering.

“Levi! LeVI STO-OP!” You sobbed, flailing as he pounded you harder. You struggled to support yourself on your hands, trying to rise to your knees so you could scoot away from his assault, or at least cause him to slow down.

And then he was slamming deep, grinding his hips into you in little circles as he came, finally releasing your abused clit from his awful fingers.

The man groaned as he painted your inside with his release, hips still twitching. You sniffled, trying to wipe the snot and tears from your messy face, before ultimately giving up.

Levi pulled out promptly, tugging one of your arms to pull you back towards him as he sank onto his back on the bed. You followed him reluctantly, cringing as you felt his cum slip down your thighs, wincing when your sore, aching clit was stimulated by the press of your thighs.

Pulled down next to him, Levi uncharacteristically nuzzled your neck, snuggling up to you, wrapping his arms around your body.

“Hm, love you sso much.”

And he wasn’t even worried about the mess.

#levi #levi aot #yandere levi #Levi Heichou #Captain Levi #shingeki no kyoujin levi #AoT #aot smut #yandere aot #dark aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin smut #Levi smut #Levi ackerman #levi attack on titan

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lyjikyu · 3 years ago

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THE ONE WHO RODE A BIKE ★ 현석

– [ 💬 ]: grammar and spelling errors!, repetitive words!, not proofread

everytime your shift would end for the day, a certain black haired guy that rode a bike - who also liked to wear beanies and had a huge interest in fashion and music would wait for you outside the café that you worked at, to walk you home afterwards.

now he was was no stranger to you. he lived next door to your apartment and you would always greet each other, whether it'd be at the balcony outside during the night or as you both - sychronizingly open the door to leave your apartments for work at the day time. and he would also sometimes come in and spend some time with you.

so it didn't alarm you that much when you first saw him outside the café waiting for you. but it did make you wonder why he did this.

tonight your manager had you all working for an extra hour because of the sudden flock of people, coming in and out. and you were working at the retail trying to catch a glimpse of hyunsuk - the black haired boy - outside the window. but there was no sign of him. you knew you shouldn't be that worried, but his absence at this hour made your heart clench a tiny bit.

an hour has passed and the amount of people stopping by started to lessen until only 1 or 3 people would come by. as you sit down - resting your chin on your hand utterly bored - your manager approaches you, informing you that she'll be closing the shop this time and it was okay for you to go home already. thanking her after, you proceed to walk at the back room to change to your usual clothes.

you bid your good bye to your manager before walking out the café and noticing that it started to drizzle. and you remember that you forgot your umbrella back at your apartment. you let out a sigh of annoyance as you - instead put your hood on. you knew it wasn't enough to protect yourself from the rain that was about to come later on, but you really had no choice.

half way to your walk back home you hear someone call out your name and a familar pedaling . you turn around and meet gazes with hyunsuk as he later on stops and comes down his bike inching closer to you, so the both of you can share the umbrella he had. "sorry I didn't get to come earlier, I was busy in the studio with my friends. and were working on a pretty big project." he apologizes as he offers you to hold the umbrella for him, and you kindly accept - taking it from his hand after.

"its alright hyunsuk. the both of us were busy today, so I understand." you smile as the both of you start to walk with hyunsuk holding the handlebar of his bicycle and walking it along side of him. "I really didn't expect for it to rain today. but good thing I had an umbrella left in the studio." hyunsuk chuckles as he watches the raindrops fall from the sky and on the umbrella and then later on, down at the ground.

"hyunsuk, I'm curious." you speak making hyunsuk hum in response. "what made you do this?" hyunsuk tilts his head not quite understanding your question. "do what?"

"this, this whole thing of waiting for me and then walking me home after my work. is there a reason behind it?"

"oh rightt, there's really no serious reason behind this. I just thought maybe, you would like a friend to talk to as you walk home after work.”

TREASURE MASTERLIST

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tomdiddlyumptious · 4 years ago

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Can u do a soon to be dad Tom holland x soon to be black mom where shes 5 months pregnant and there whole family goes to bora bora together and y/n wears cute bikinis 🥺 and she reveals on insta that she’s pregnant like this (🤰 ) and they travel around bora bora and paparazzi takes pics and y/n accidentally falls on her side but the baby is ok but Tom gets into a fight with one of the paparazzi and Toms brothers has to break it up but it’s ending in fluff 😫🥺🥺

UH YEAH YEA- FLY ME TO THE MOON- I DONT THINK I KNOW HOW TO WRITE BUT YALL LOVE ME SO SO MUCH AM IIIIII I I I I RIGHTT? MY REACTION TO FIRST READING THE ASK WAS “what even is bora bora?”

Warnings: sexual tension but not, difficult writing but u understand, fluff? NOT PROOFREAD YOU ALREADY KNOW IT! Idk what else, kinda hyped

T.H| BORA BORA BORA THE EXPLORORRRR

It was about your second or third day in bora bora, Thomas itching to tell everyone how his beloved is caring his child finally. “Swimming?” He asked, his voice hoarse as he rubbed the bottom of your stomach, feeling the hairs that you grew from the hormones. “Only if we get one of those cocktails” you smiled, going to your night stand and putting on your sunglasses.

“I still don’t know why you do that” “I utterly refuse to let you see my eyes in the morning” “I already did though!” He whisper yells, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “No thomas- ah!” You let out a small scream as he peppered your face with kisses, trying to pull back you push his arms away and raise your eyebrows at him. “Stop it” “no” “why?” “Because I love you”

He quickly snatched the sunglasses and throws them in the closet, you grunt and close your eyes “Thomas!” “Whattt?” He says, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom. “Sunglasses please” you throw out your hand and move your fingers in a ‘gimmie’ way.

“I can I’m using the bathroom!” Before you could argue he shut the door, you groaned and rolled your eyes, throwing your head on the pillow multiple times before getting up, you went to the closet and stretched the back of your left leg with your right one, placing Toms swim bottoms on the bed and getting a matching lavender purple one that has a wire under the boob cut, the bottoms highwaisted, enough to tell that your are pregnant.

“Are you finally up?!” He asked over turning on the shower, “yes Tom, yes I am!” You yelled back, he returned with a come on and you did, grabbing large and hand towels and came into the bathroom already seeing him naked.

“It’s pretty cold in here” he winked at you, you shook your head and laughed “then turn the water warm, did you forget how to?” He only played along “come show me” you got undressed and took a shower with him, he helped get your ankles and shins up to the glory, of course he snuck a few kisses on the cheeks but nothing to much.

“I could do this forever” he said, taking the baby oil and rubbing it all over you. “We have people here with us, I don’t think that’s possible” “whatever” he rolled his eyes, soon the door was knocked on “open it!” He yelled. As the door opened it revealed haz “let’s go” he smiled and walked off, as Tom finshed he wrapped his arm around your waist and rested his head on your stomach “what’s their name gonna be” “Oliver” he came eye contact with you “I love it!” He kissed your stomach a few times before smacking your butt and standing up. “You look great carrying my baby, did you know that?” He asked, grabbing a small bag filled with things both of you needed. “What about before that?” You asked teasing him as he only licked the bottom corner of his mouth laughing.

“You and I both know I am not doing no goddam-sorry olive- surfing Thomas” “you succkkk, pleaseee” he looked at you with his lower lip pocket out “can we do the reveal first?” You say knowing it��ll change his mind. “YES!- HARRY GET YOUR CAMERA!” tom yelled, taking your hand and running where everyone else is, Harry rolled his eyes but stood up going to his rather large bag.

You got your sunglasses that you didn’t forget “why-“ you threw a pair at him to “we need to look like actual cool parents, so please” you smiled at him making him smack his lips and mumble some things.

You put on your little framed black glasses and put your hands on your stomach, lifting your left leg to your tippy toe as you leaned on your other foot, raising your left shoulder and doing a duck face and Tom was behind you, sunglasses in his wet hair as he squatted and put a hand on your straight leg, his head mostly on the side of your butt but trying to make it platonic, secretly not.

“3...2...1!” Harry counted the camera snapping, Tom kissing your hips “surfing?” “No”

After the small swimming of Thomas, paddy, and has trying to scare you by circling you with the jet skis, all of you went back to change Thomas wearing an orange shirt to match your off the shoulders black crop top that’s ruffled across the top and he wore some black jean shorts as you wore orange shorts, it isn’t jeans but it has a large bow where the belt is supposed to be and some black sandals with your white toes.

“You look stunning” he said as you put in your earrings “thanks babe as do you” you smiled, he came behind you, pushing himself on you and kissing your back “I honestly don’t want to torture the baby” you smiled, Tom catching on and laughing also.

The black bucket hat on and the sunglasses in the hot sun but your skin was shinning! Yay! No, not yay, it’s hot as fuck. You got your cocktail tho, it was refreshing for this hot sun. “Why why why!” You complained, Sam and Harry laughing as you rolled your eyes “here here!” You pointed at a store, boho themed, you seen a lot of tight skirts and brown knitted tops that looked like bikini tops but aren’t. “Let’s go then” “make his pockets hurt” Harry mumbled, making Sam laugh and Tom slap his shoulder.

You ended up getting a whole lot still walking in the sun all of you found paparazzi, multiple. It was getting quite crowded to because it wasn’t that hot anymore,”yeah I’m sorry!- excuse me!” You smiled holding Toms hand as he pulled you through all the paparazzi, until one accidently put their foot infront of yours, Tom still trying to pull you by your right hand do you ended up on your side, a lot of ‘oos’ and ‘ouch’s’ came out making Tom confused, when he looked back he saw you in the ground, Harry and Sam kneeling down to your side.

“You alright?” Sam asked. “What the fuck!” Tom yelled, looking at the same man who’s face was beat red, “i-I didn’t mean it” “really? You fu-“ before he could finish he threw a punch, a hurtful punch, other paparazzi long gone and not taking pictures anymore. “You know she’s pregnant- maybe you should’ve stayed away in the first place you fuckin twat- you fuckin piece of absolute shit!” Tom ended up getting him in the floor, hearing a thud making you, Sam, and Harry look over at Tom just punching him in the face, yelling out stuff that he wouldn’t regret later.

Crack

That’s when it was time to get off, Harry and Sam stood up and ran to him, taking his arms and pulling him off of his lap, Toms face scrunched up and he grabbed the camera, throwing it on the ground, not strong enough so he gets out of their hold and stomped it out. “That’s what you fucking get for messing with her! The next time I’ll have you in jail!” Tom tried to walk back but you grabbed his hand, “I’m okay, I promise” his breath calming down as he let out a little “okay” you put your hand up to behind his ear and gave him a peck.

The next day it was time to leave, news about it everywhere so he took a break from social media and focused on you mostly, oh and the paparazzis nose is broken, you guys are praying that he has insurance. Not to mention he won’t stop putting his hands around you in public did someone say PDAAAA? But everyone was happy about the baby, dom cheered him on about breaking his nose!

I HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE HAPPY! LOVE YOU NONNIE AND FANNIES AND EVERYONE!

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x black!reader #dad!tom #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluff #thanks for the ask!#I LOVE YOU NONNIE

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astumu · 3 years ago

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omg this url always makesme think u have a canon url and im like yesss karas literally winning and then i read it again and im like Oh . WOO close enough karas still winning

RIGHTT i like it so much bc it almost looks like atsumu its sooo 😌

#beloveds

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highfunctioningflailgirl · 4 years ago

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Whumptober No. 2

“What is the nature of your medical emergency?”

Rios could imagine the EMH flickering into existence beside him, asking his ridiculous question even while looking at the bone sticking out of Cris’ arm. Of course, the hologram had been programmed to go through a standard catalogue of inquiries, but after several years of service aboard La Sirena, including a variety of medical emergencies (all of them involving Rios, the only crew member with an actual human body), Cris had a feeling the EMH had stuck to that question only to annoy him.

How he wished he’d annoy him now.

Cradling his broken arm, he gingerly shifted to find a better position leaning against the spiky wall of rock that made up his prison cell. Not that there was a lock or even a door. Not even a force-field. The cave-like structure had a roughly triangular shape, its tip opening to a corridor that disappeared into a right turn. It was mocking Rios to get up and run, but even if the pain in his arm didn’t make him gag at the simplest movement, the collar around his neck kept him from even trying.

Oh, he had tried, of course. He’d pushed himself to his feet, breathing through the agony that lit up in his arm, and taken a few unsteady steps to the exit. But, nearing some sort of invisible trigger, he’d felt the thin, cool band around his neck starting to hum in warning. And then the pain had hit him. Not like an electric shock. That was child’s play compared to the searing, all-consuming wave that had travelled through his blood and bones - broken or whole - while refusing to grant him the mercy of unconsciousness. All he’d been able to do was drop to the ground and ride it out, waiting for the agony to pass or for death to please please end it.

It had passed, eventually, after seconds or minutes or hours; he couldn’t be sure. He’d fallen asleep after, right where he’d dropped, and dragged himself back to the furthest wall of his cell when he’d woken again, shaking and with his arm pounding as he tried not to move it. Whatever technology was behind that fucking collar - he was not going to test it again.

Thus, he’d resorted to waiting. Waiting for his crew (he had a crew now, he reminded himself) to either break him out or get the Hul’t’arah what they wanted: six tons of Anthysium, a rare mineral from a small planet in the Delta Quadrant. Rios had no clue what the fuck the Hul’t’arah were planning on doing with it - it was mainly used as a medicinal ingredient - and, honestly, he didn’t care right now. All he wanted was to get out of here before his arm could fester and fall off.

Stupid enough of him to let himself get captured in the first place. Even more stupid to put up a fight when two hairy, six-eyed, seven-foot tall humanoids with the strength of an ox had you by the arms. He’d paid for his resistance with a casual twist of his wrist that had snapped his ulna and radius like twigs, one jagged bone end sickeningly penetrating his skin. He’d screamed. He’d thrown up. He’d become used to the sight and the pain in the last… what? Two days? Three?

But he had a crew now, he kept telling himself as his stomach churned from hunger and pain and the open wound on his arm wept suspiciously milky fluid onto his dirt-encrusted pants. A crew that consisted mainly of holograms, but with the recent addition of a little blonde doctor who’d stuck around, an old former Star Fleet Admiral who frequently booked him as a pilot and a recovering addict who sometimes came along for the ride.

They weren’t exactly the cavalry, but they were on board of La Sirena, and he was pretty certain they would not just let him rot down here.

And they didn’t. Later, when he’d curled up into a ball against the onset of fever chills, his arm throbbing with every heartbeat, he was roused from his haze by noises outside his cell. Animalistic grunts. The hiss of phasers being fired. Bodies dropping to the ground.

Two figures stepped into his cell, and in the murky darkness, Rios recognized the wild curls before Raffi squatted down in front of him, Soji at her side.

Soji?

“Cris, babe, we’ve got to go. Can you stand?”

Raffi helped him uncurl and flinched at the sight of his arm. It was Soji who hooked him under on his good side and easily, gently pulled him to his feet.

Rios gasped a Spanish curse when a wave of pain rolled over him. His head swam.

“I c-can’t get out of here,” he stammered. “I can’t… the collar.” He stretched his neck to display it. “It’s tr-triggered when I-“

But Soji was already on it. Her free hand closed around the thin band, and Rios felt a tickling sensation, then heard a crack, like wood splitting in heat, and the collar fell away.

Raffi kicked its broken halves aside and carefully slung her arm around Rios’ other side. In spite of the women’s support, he felt his knees threatening to buckle.

He shook his head.

“I can’t w-walk.”

“You don’t have to, babe.”

Raffi plucked something rectangular from her belt and attached it to Rios’ chest like a com badge.

A flickering pillar erupted above their heads.

“Channel established! Three ready for transport!” She spoke loudly, locking eyes with Soji.

“Aye, Raffi,” Picard’s voice, distorted, sounded from a distance. “Hold on tight.”

Picard’s warning was justified. This transport was a rough ride that had nothing to do with the seamless blink-of-an-eye relocation of molecules Rios was used to. As Raffi and Soji held him by his belt and around his back, he felt a wrenching sensation travelling through his body. They had to be breaking through some kind of force field. He wasn’t sure if he screamed - there seemed to be no air in his lungs, in the spray of pixels that was his lungs as his body was dissolved and then reassembled in a dizzying whoosh. Every cell in his body burned when he landed on a hard surface, eyes closed against the pain. Hands were on him immediately, and then he finally heard it:

“What is the nature of your- oh, bloody hell!”

It was the permission Rios needed to sink into unconsciousness.

***

He woke to the smell of very clean surfaces, humidified oxygen and Agnes. Her hand was at his cheek when he opened his eyes. Her face - tired worry lighting up - appeared above him, haloed by circular ceiling lights.

Sickbay.

“Hey,” Agnes said softly, mouth widening into a grin.

“Hey.” Dios, he sounded awful.

“How are you feeling?”

Rios swallowed, looking down at himself. Most of his body was covered by a medical blanket, but he could see - even if not feel - his injured arm. It was encased in a holographic ossifier that was blinking and whirring away as it knit his bones back together. Underneath the blanket, he felt his skin prickle where the biobed’s micro-injectors fed medication into his system. An oxygen clip tingled under his nose. There was no actual pain, but his whole body felt heavy and flattened to the bed as if coming out from under a serious illness.

Mierda.

“I guess- ” He had to clear his throat. “I guess I’ll be al- “

“You will be perfectly fine, Captain Rios,” the EMH chimed in, materialising by the bed. “Now that the sepsis is abating and the compound fracture in your arm is fusing. Although we did have a bit of a close call when your kidneys were attempting to shut down - a process, which, quite fortunately, I was able to reverse in time.”

Rios rolled his eyes at the hologram’s self-indulgent gloating. Agnes chuckled.

Weakly, Rios lifted his good hand and waved it at the EMH. “Deactiv-”

“THAT won’t work,” the hologram said with barely covered smugness. “Not until your body functions have returned to a satisfactory level. Remember?” He pointed at himself with a tricorder that had appeared in his hand out of thin air. “Emergency hologram. Self-activates until the emergent situation has been fully resolved. It hasn’t.”

He fucking smirked. Rios felt his head beginning to ache.

Frowning convincingly, the EMH looked at Rios’ vitals projected against the wall of the cubicle.

“Your blood pressure and cortisol output are elevated,” the hologram observed, immediately wielding the tricorder to point it at Rios. “Are you experiencing any kind of discomfort?”

Yes, Rios thought, it’s called ‘annoyance’.

“No,” he said as firmly as possible, when Agnes looked at him with new worry. “I’m fine.”

“Still,” The EMH replied, checking the tricorder’s readings with exaggerated concentration. “I would like you to get more rest. Your body has been through a serious trauma and needs to repose.”

Rios would have liked to roll his eyes again, but it hurt his head too much, so instead he merely sighed while Agnes, instinctively, stroked his forehead.

“He’s right,” she said gently. “You should sleep. You look exhausted. And you’re not missing out on anything. Picard, Enoch and Emmett have things under control.”

The old man, his Irish fanboy and the tattoed narcoleptic.

Rios’ headache intensified. He closed his eyes with a groan.

“Rightt, that’s enough.”

Something beeped and, alarmed, Rios tore his eyes back open.

“Oye! You’re not going to inject me with-“

Too late.

He heard the hiss of the hypo spray and felt its cool contents permeate the skin of his neck. The last thing he registered before sleep took him was the EMH’s sorrowful remark:

“He really doesn’t get any nicer.”

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(Read all my Whumptober 2020 fics on AO3, here.)

#whumptober 2020 #star trek picard #cristobal rios #agnes jurati #EMH #Raffi Musiker #Soji

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kimnjss · 4 years ago

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If she wanted to stick to a "this isn't a date" agenda she should have stopped it at the yawn move, but definitely should have stopped it when he changed her position. None of those are "hang out" appropriate by her logic. Like if she was with her friend group yeah, but not with the man you kinda know who clearly wanted to go on a date with her.

Also, YES YOU CAN KISS SOMEONE WHILE HANGING OUT. TF? Shit happens and changes course, using the it's a date is a cop out. A trash one at that. I feel bad for Kookir because tbh all the signs were there and she waited until the last second to put a stop to him making a move and then got on her "you said it wasn't a date" high horse. Girl move.

She's officially on the list.

Also, because some of y'all will assume, she is in every right to say no and I'm happy she did instead of kissing him and then holding it over his head later. However, that doesn't mean she shouldn't have shut down clearly intimate actions earlier if she was so worried about it being very clearly NOT a date.

yeah ., she let a lot of things slide that was giving jungkook signals into thinking that maybe a kiss would be okay . it has a lot to do w the fact that she genuinely did want to kiss him ., nd enjoyed being close to him like that - but got nervous when it was coming down to it ., so needed to find some excuse for not going through w it . the ‘not’ date they were literally didn’t exist ., they’re too into each other for that .

rightt !! jungkook wouldn’t have just kissed her bc he wanted to . while his friends are actual trash ., he’s decent enough to read the room nd figure out if a kiss or any other forward advance would be welcome . the entire time they were together ., he was picking up on the fact that this didn’t feel like they were just hanging out ., nd even checked to see if she was okay w him putting her legs on his lap . he really was trying hard not to over step ., he always does .

#asks; 🍒#jungkook sm au #asks; kez 🍯

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delightfulfics · 5 years ago

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Loyalty (Peter x Reader)

Here you go @kirbyboio :) (Also sorry if it is too short and a little bit off from your request, it was sort of difficult to figure out. But, feel free to send more requests.)

Summary: Peter gets his wisdom tooth taken out and he get really honest about his feelings with the reader. Reader then realizes how much Peter is so loyal to them.

“Y/NNNNNN!!!”

“Peter. Shushh,” the doctor shot a quick glare at Peter and you giggled as you walked into the room. He sat up in his bed with wide eyes filled with excitement and a goofy smile plastered on his face. Peter had just had his wisdom teeth removed and he was filled with anesthesia. Nobody had asked you to come but you wanted to be there for support (plus who wouldn’t want to see Spider-man high off anesthesia?) You were the only one that came since the other Avengers had to train and keep lookout for any emergencies. You were kinda happy that it was just you and Peter because you and him never really get to hang out with his packed schedule so this was the only opportunity you got.

“Is he all set?”

“YES I AM,” Peter yelled as he looked at you. Before he could get shushed again by the doctor you put your finger over your lips. Peter slapped a hand over his mouth to ensure he would be more quieter.

“Yes. he is all set. Just please make sure he gets enough rest.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“No problem, ma’am.”

You sighed as you closed the car door. You had no idea how hard it was gonna be with getting Peter in the car but, you definitely did not expect it to be like that.

“Y/nnnnnnn.”

“Yes, Pete?” you questioned as you put the key into the ignition.

“I love you,” you smirked as you pulled out of the parking lot. Looking at Peter you saw his face. Your smile grew as he looked at you with big puppy eyes and an adorable little pout.

“I love you too, Pete.”

“I am serious, Y/N.”

“I am too.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“You know I would do anything for you, rightt?”

“Yes Peter, I do,” you smiled to yourself as your eyes were focused on the road.

“I should of kicked those people’s asses,” you turn your focus on Peter and look at him with your eyebrows raised.

“Whose asses?”

“The people that were bullying you,” you chuckle. Peter was really putting himself down over that. A few weeks ago people started taunting and making fun of you in the hallways. You had gotten used to it though since you had to put through it your whole life. People liked to target you since you were the “loner” of the school and had no friends. You liked being alone but, it was very lonely at times. Peter was walking in the hall with his best friend Ned when he witnessed the bullying and did not hesitate to tell them to back off. They backed off but they did it again the next day. Until eventually, they just stopped completely. You still didn’t know the whole reason they backed off but, you didn’t care.

“Peter, stop. You stood up for me which is the greatest thing anybody could do for me. The teasing stopped anyway so it doesn’t matter.”

“Good they got the warning.”

You looked at Peter in suspicion. Could he have done something to make him back off? “Pete?”

“Yes?”

“What warning are you talking about.”

He sighed. “I told them to back off.”

“You did?”

“Well, technically it wasn’t me.”

“Then who was it,” you were so confused. Who could've threatened them to back off? He could’ve called Tony, Steve or Bucky to help but, Peter would want to do it on his own. “Peter?”

“It was Spider-Man.”

“Spide- Peter. Why?”

Peter sighed and whined. “Y/N, why not?! It was the only way to get them to stop.”

“I could’ve handled it,” it was the truth. You had been dealing with it and every time their words would go in one ear and out the other.

“But, I wanted to help. You were suffering and I know you can handle it but, I can’t,” you looked over at Peter with his head down and smiled. You didn’t like getting help from people because you knew you could handle about anything that anyone threw you but you couldn’t help but feel glad. Peter was your best friend and you cared about him so much. Your eyes filled with tears as you grabbed Peter’s hand. You never had someone like Peter. Someone that would go out of their ways to make you happy. You looked up and met his eyes. God, he was adorable. His brown curly hair was all over the place and his brown eyes were filled with confusion as he saw your eyes glistening with tears.

“Thank you,” Peter smiled.

“I would do absolutely anything for you, Y/N and by anything I mean ANYTHING.” You giggled as he shouted. You knew that he would do absolutely anything for you and you have never been happier.

#xreader #peter parker #marvel #mcu #peter x reader #fic #avengers #spiderman

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trex98dreams · 5 years ago

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Chapter 10: Claimed

Present Day

Brooklyn, 2021.

Y/N’s POV

My eyes widened, feeling like it could pop out any minute now. For some reason, my breathing also stops while my face has loss the color of it's blood.

Ok, that's exaggerated.

But seeing Jungkook standing 10 feet away from me with his eyes staring directly towards us, that explains everything. I look at Youngji and she looks back at me while Dahyun, Hanbin, Jackson and Jimin was too immersed on him to notice I was probably freaking out. I scoot closer to Youngji and pretended to not notice him standing there.

"Please tell me what i'm seeing isn't true." I whispered to Youngji. She clearly see my pale face, heck, i think everybody can see how panic my face looks. She turns to looks at me, breaking eye contact with him.

"I wish i could tell you that Y/N," she whispered back. I bit my bottom lip in annoyance. I never imagined i'm going to see him again after all these years. Oh wanna know why?

Because this is the guy that accidentally broke my heart 8 years ago.

"Did he see us? Do you think he notice us? Do you think he still-"

"Don't worry, i don't think he still remember any of us, he's just a history remember?" She comforts me.

"Then why the heck is he staring right back at us?" I ask her, panicking.

Youngji let out a chuckled.

"Y/N, calm down. He's probably looking at those giddy girls behind us." Yup, Maybe he is since the girls behind us keep waving at him to sit with them. No way he's looking at us.

Hearing the girl's giggles, the guys turn back to us and Jimin stares at me. "Are you okay Y/N?" He asks caringly and i just nodded. I let out a steady breath and sigh in relief.

I face palmed myself and laugh softly. What was i thinking? I'm just freaking out for nothing! It's not like he ever talk to me face to face, I bet he doesn't even remember i'm his classmate let alone knows about my crush towards him. I ignore that panic feels and started eating.

If he was here, then i'll just let him be. There's no need for me to get panic and such, we were never anything in high school anyways. My friends laugh at the girls behind us and resumed our conversation about the day without anybody asking a single question about the new guy.

But not even 10 minutes later, as I was in the middle of finishing my meal,

"Lee Y/N."

I paused. The feelings I have earlier came back making my stomach twisted. I prayed this is just some sort of weird dream but it isn't because the fact that i knew exactly whose voice are those seems very real yet unreal to me. Ridiculous right?

I squeeze Youngji's hand. My friend's gaze shifted to him again. I guess even Jimin doesn't even knew who he is from the curious look on his face even that we're in the same school and right now, Jeon Jungkook is standing right in front of me just across the table.

I don't know why but i strongly reject the idea of making eye contact with him. I think mainly because he's my first crush that broke my heart without himself knowing a thing about how i felt.

"You.. you remember me? It's me.. urm.. Jungkook.. Jeon Jungkook," He said making me shift uncomfortably. How am i suppose to answer now? He knew my name and the fact that my friend's curious face are killing me for an answer, i just have to force myself to look at him. I inhaled deeply, put my spoon down and bring myself to look up at him.

Our eyes met for the first time.

"Yes I'm Y/N.. but sorry, i don't recall anything about someone name Jungkook before.. sorry," I apologized. What am i supposed to say? That's the only brilliant plan i have right now. I don't want him to think i remember him. The least I can do is lie so he won't bother asking me question.

He stayed silent but i can see his eyebrow furrows. He stares in my eyes deeply before saying,

"Y/N, Don't do this please. Don't act as if you don't know me. And hello to you too Youngji, i know you remember me as well." My eyes widened in fear. Jungkook knew i'm lying. How does he even...?

"And you're.. Jimin right? You and Y/N were close friends in high school right?" He adds. How did he even know Jimin? Ok, maybe he always see us together in school. That's a surprise.

"Urmm yeah! Nice to meet you Jungkook. You're that guy from the Taekwando class right? That's why you looks familiar, I've seen you in our school before." Jimin said. This is getting awkward.

I looked at Youngji and motioned for our 'Plan B.' You see, plan B is created by us when one of us is in trouble or in desperate need to get out of some complicated situation. In this case, i need that Plan B. Youngji pretend to look at her phone while Jimin was talking to Jungkook. I can see Hanbin, Dahyun and Jackson notice my expression changed.

"Y/N? You remember him? Jungkook says he used to be in your class. He-" Jimin told me but Youngji quickly cuts him.

"Oh look at the time! Y/N! We better quick! My appointment with the dentist going to start soon and you promised you'd accompanied me rightt??" Youngji said. She is such a horrible actress. But it seems as if they believed it.

"O-oh yeah, Urm, in that case we better go now, the bus is going to leave soon, see you guys later-" I abruptly stated and pulls Youngji out quickly.

The guys were surprised as well. Jackson must suspected something since Youngji and him practically live together to not know if she's seeing the dentist today.

Me and Youngji swiftly walks pass him. "Nice seeing you Jungkook but we gotta go," i exclaimed.

He stares at me sharply.

"Y/N..." He pauses.

"Are you mad at me?"

I stopped in my track, processing what he just ask. I turn to look at him.

"I don't even know you, why would i be mad at you?" I lied. He looked offended but i saw him clenching his jaw.

"You do knew me. In fact, you are mad at me, you haven't look at me properly ever since i arrive," he said making me shiver. I pulled Youngji's hand, not wanting to answer him. Youngji was startled but walks anyways since she knew how fragile i felt about Jungkook. That's when he stopped right in front of me.

He hold my wrist, making my brain stop functioning because of his touch. "Y/N can we talk? Please? I know you remember me, when i walk in just now i saw how you looked at me, you do know me because I- I-"

"Jungkook please. Ok, fine. I admit, i know you. I still remember you. We used to be classmates. Does that satisfy you?" I ask him panicky. I just wish he wouldn't mention about the rumor Irene spread about me ages ago. Not in front of my friends.

"No. It doesn't explains enough. I wanted to talk about-"

"Shut up!" I stopped him. My friends was shocked but kept quiet as if they're watching some angst movie.

His gaze softened. "I just wanted to talk to you, That's all i ask for."

I think for a second and exhaled a desperate sigh, having no choice but to comply his wishes.

"Fine. We'll talk, but not here. Follow me," I told him.

He followed my steps and from the corner of my eyes, i already saw my friends circling around Youngji to asks her questions that only she knew the answer.

But then Jimin suddenly stand up and held my shoulder making everybody around us look at this scene.

"Y/N what's going on?" He asks me and for the first time, i was speechless. Jungkook look at us with confused eyes.

"Urm.. nothing's going on Jimin, just, let me settle this for a while, yeah?" I told him but he shook his head. "No. I'm coming with you. You're my best friend and best friend protect each other." He said staring at Jungkook stoic figure. Jimin really do take things seriously this time.

"It's ok. I can handle this myself, Guys, please look after Jimin." I told my friends, especially Youngji. I know Jimin. Jungkook was the only guy i never told him anything about. Jimin never knew what happened between us because when we met, Jimin wasn't in my life yet that time.

And i would like it if he doesn't know the reason why Jungkook exists in my life because if he did, he would think i'm pathetic and thinks i shouldn't be too serious about this one-sided love. Jimin had always knew about who i'm crushing on and i don't want to embarrassed myself about Jungkook's story even more. He was my first love, at least let me save his story for my own.

Youngji and Jackson pull Jimin's hand and he stares at me as i walk away with Jungkook. "But Y/N.." he said softly yet i can hear Youngji said as i walk further,

"Jimin, She has to settle this on her own. Let her be."

...

Brooklyn University Park.

We sat there on a bench, in an awkward silence. Both of our eyes are on the ground, but i can feel his occasional glance at me. I was nervous, and so is he. I know i shouldn't be, but i can't help it. Of course, my feelings for him wasn't there anymore but for some reason, he still makes me nervous whenever he sits too close to me.

Maybe this is the first time, first time ever, we talk alone. Face to face. Properly.

It took me a few frustrated minutes before i broke the silence. I realize there's no point in meeting him if we're no talking at all.

"Jungkook, please, if you have anything to say, just say it now," I told him.

He stares at me with his dark brown eyes that i used to adore so much, taking a long deep breath before saying, "It's been nice to see you here Y/N," He said making me furrows my eyebrows. That's it?

"Urm.. yeah. Nice seeing you here too Jungkook," I answered back.

We were stuck in another awkward silence. This time, his gaze stays on me. I felt really uncomfortable now. I was about to open my mouth and leave, when he-

"Why did you do that?" He ask me. I blink my eyes rapidly.

"What do you mean? Do what?" I ask him back. His gaze was still fixed on me, making me feel a bit intimidated.

"Why do you pretend that you didn't know me?"

I was speechless. I don't know how i should answer his question. This is Jungkook. I used to love him. Even that he doesn't know anything about me, I know everything about him.

"I.. just- I.. think it's better that.. I say I didn't know you because we were never really friends, we were just classmates who never talk to each other in school," I stutters but he smirks.

"Just classmates?" He asks. I gulp but still, I didn't break eye contact with him.

"You know well that's a weak excuse Y/N. We were more than just classmates. And we did talk to each other, even that we're not friends."

Hearing him, I fumed. What is he implying now? We were never even friends so why is he claiming as if i'm the one who should apologize for pretending to not know him?

"Jungkook, listen. We were never friends. Whatever you said, I don't feel like we talked before besides that one time your friends said "you liked me" and that time you called and apologized. That's it. Now please, Is this all you want to talk about? If that's it, i'm leaving now-"

"Don't leave, Y/N. Don't walk away again. How dare you claimed you liked me and never even say a word to me?" I froze. I turn to face him when we were both already standing.

"What do you mean? I claimed I like you? What are you talking about Jungkook? Is this because of what those stupid rumors Irene said? Then trust me, I-"

"Y/N, stop. This isn't about that. I don't believe any of that." He stops me while I stared at him.

"The truth is, i know Y/N. I already know." He adds, making me even more confused.

"You know what? What are you saying right now Jungkook?" What is he saying? I need an explanation.

He release a huge sigh.

"I know you liked me in high school. You've liked me for three whole year isn't it?" he asks. I swallowed hardly feeling my heartbeat rate grew faster.

"How do you know? And what makes you think I claimed i like you?" I fired back. He looks at me surprisingly but replied,

"I always know Y/N. I always do."

Hearing him, No, I didn't feel flattered at all. It's the opposite. I was angry, mad, everything boils up when he said those words to me. My brain was thinking whether i should slap his face or yell at it. But my conscience was disturbed with his voice once more.

"Y/N.. i know what i did was wro-"

"You... you knew? You actually knew? huh, unbelievable. You're unbelievable Jungkook. You knew but you didn't do anything about it. And now, how dare you said i claimed i liked you, when you yourself didn't do anything about it." I said sharply. It angers me. He did it on purpose.

"When all this time, i was stupid enough for thinking, it was never your fault, I haven't had the guts to confess, you are the innocent one, and when sometimes i blame you, i had to regain my mind to think that you didn't know anything about my one-sided crush on you," I stated. I try to control my temper.

"I'm sorry Y/N! I never intended to do that to you, i don't want to break your heart by rejecting you, so i think it's better if i just pretend as if i didn't know your feelings, I'm really sorry-"

I cut him furiously. "Cut it Jungkook. I don't want to hear anything anymore. I'm leaving." I said and start to walk away before he pulls my wrist and force me to look at him.

"I'm not finished yet! Listen Y/N, let me explain it to you." He begs. I huffs deeply.

I felt as if my gaze only can kill him but i control myself. I felt sick but seeing him pleading me, i softened. Curse my heart for feeling like this! So i did what mature people did. I sit back on the bench, hearing him out. I stared at his nervous figure, fidgeting with his fingers. He wanted to explain, fine, i'll let him explain.

He took a deep breath once more before sitting down besides me.

"Y/N.. I.. The love was never one-sided. I like you too when we start being classmates. You were bright and funny even that you're a bit quiet that time. That's what attracts me. But, you.. you never show any interest in me, even when Yugyeom yells that i liked you, you didn't say anything, so i thought, you-"

"I what? I should blurt out i like you too and hug you? You expect me to kiss you like those school cheerleaders? You know i'm not like that Jungkook," i told him.

"I know! I know. But Y/N, trust me, that time, i like you too. I do, but when you show no sign, and you never really respond to any sarcasm my friends said, i though you hates the idea of us together and i just give up," he explains and i huffs.

"So instead of asking me out, you kept quiet and when you know the truth that i like you, you pretend as if you didn't knew about my feelings? You get a revenge and toyed with my heart? Some guy you are, Jungkook. Thanks for leading me on all those years," I said sarcastically. He looked at me in the eyes.

"Is that what you felt Y/N? I'm so sorry but trust me, it was never my intention to lead you on or anything and it was never about revenge. I- I do like you that time but I haven't had the slightest idea that you liked me back at first... and I-"

"You what?" I ask him.

He looks away. "I won't lie, but i'm in love with somebody else too at that time. I'm sorry Y/N, i really am, i wanted to ask you out but i can't forget about her and when you didn't show any interest on me, she came back in my life." He explains. Wow, some interesting explanation that is.

I smirked. I know who he's talking about. His supposed ex-girlfriend who actually become his girlfriend again. But i was never angry that they got back together, why should I? I'm in no position. But when this happens, i felt the scar of my broken heart bleeds again. But the difference is this time, i'm not crying.

"I know you're aware of my relationship with Nayeon, Y/N. And trust me, that time i though it was for your own good. I made our relationship public as a sign for you to get over me. But i'm wrong, and i was so stupid for thinking that because it hurts you even more than a rejection."

"I don't want to get your heart broken if i said "no" to you since i'm already with her, but Y/N, i didn't know you would be hurt this much, and i know you felt so upset when i ignore you whenever you say 'Hi' to me. I'm sorry Y/N, i'm really sorry." He apologized.

I felt sick after he tell me what he thinks is the truth. Bullshit! It hurts me even more knowing it.

"Y/N..?" He called me. I stared at him sharply, collecting my inner anger ready to took it out on him. It was about time.

"I'm not going to lie Jungkook but what you just said really pisses me off, tell me something, Why can't you just reject me? Day and night, i wonder whether you liked me back, whether you were thinking about me, just like i think about you. I though you were nice, a sweetheart, a decent guy at least but hey, you were just the same. Like all the guys who broke me. What's worse is you knew, but you decided to pretend you didn't so what? So i can get over you? Well newsflash Jungkook, I'm the kind that wants an answer before i give up!"

He looked at me sadly.

"You think, if you did that, i can get over you, yes, i did get over you, but with a very, very wounded heart. It's hard to forget about someone when we liked them too long, Jungkook. I doubt myself sometimes, should i get a nice guy like you? But now it's clear, you're the one who should never deserve somebody like me," I said, the pain in my chest rising.

He stares at me and quickly held my hand. I try to let go of his grip.

"Let go Jungkook, please. I need to get back to my friends," he shook his head and stares at me deep in the eyes.

"Y/N, all these years, i wonder what will happen if i confess, if i just tell you i liked you myself instead of denying and ignoring you even after my apologies. You were right, i didn't deserve you, you're a nice, sweet girl Y/N. I broke you heart and I don't know how much i regret not telling you that time and hurting your feelings in the process, but i truly apologize Y/N. I'm sorry."

"You know what Jungkook? Sorry just won't cut it. It's hard for me to think that you actually care because all you see is i'm your second choice. I'm not anybody's second choices. You lead me on, you gave me false hope, worst of all, you pretend as if you're clueless about us." He went speechless. I think he's just surprised by how i actually talk to him this time. He squeeze my hand softly.

"Y/N, i never saw you as a second choice, but i can't control about my feelings either, i know sorry seems impossible right now and there's nothing more i can say for my immature behavior but that time, i though it was the right thing to do for you to forget about me but i didn't think long that it comes with a consequences that hurts you. And i was so in love with her that i didn't think before i made a smart decision,"

"I'm sorry for leading you on. I should just talk it out with you instead, i'm so stupid. I though when we went back together, my complicated feelings about us will be gone but it got worst, even that i'm dating her, i never stop thinking what would it be like if it was you in her place." He said honestly.

"You think when you said all these, i will forgive you just like that? If you really sorry Jungkook, you wouldn't say that, you wouldn't regret whatever you had with Nayeon." I told him. I feel bad for the girl, her boyfriend is confused about his own feelings.

"That's not what i meant Y/N. What i meant is forgiveness, i know i shouldn't be begging for your forgiveness because i didn't deserve any, but living without telling you the real truth crushed my heart and I've done it for a long time now. I haven't been able to say it but now that i found you, i can." My heart begins to tremble. A part of me wanted to forgive him but another part wants to ignore it.

"Y/N, please, i won't ask for anything else. Instead, accept my apology, it's painful because i have lived with a lie for so long that it eats me day by day till i can no longer take it. I'm sorry Y/N, i'm sorry for breaking your heart 8 years ago." He said genuinely.

Jungkook was honest, i can see it in his eyes that he truly is sorry for what he did. I know i shouldn't be forgiving him but i'm a woman. I had a sensitive heart and that soft spot to just forgive him easily. I stayed quiet making him wonder about my decision nervously. He pull my chin up and that's when he saw me tearing up.

"Oh!.. you're.. crying.. I'm sorry Y/N, I'm so sorry for what i said, please don't cry," he said and held my hand. I was surprised but neither less, I held back and seconds later, i release his hand after calming myself down.

"It's fine Jungkook. I got a sand in my eyes.." I lied and he chuckled.

"You're a bad liar you know that?" He told me and i let out a soft laugh. He stares at me with hopeful eyes, wanting an answer for his apologies. I wiped my tears and smile.

"Thank you for your honesty, Jungkook. I am broken-hearted, Yes, and you did hurt me badly but in the end, that's all in the past, so i would very much like to forgive you, if only you promise me one thing," i said.

"What is it?" He asked.

I let out a soft chuckle. "Promise me you'll never broke anybody's heart like you did to me and after this, be honest because woman like honest, decent man." He nods and his eyes glimmers.

"So am i really forgiven now?" He asks me. I nod. "If that's what you like, then yes," i replied. His lips begins to curl up into a smile, showing his bunny teeth. He held my hand again.

"Thank you Y/N, thank you so much. You don't know what this means to me, but it means a lot. Thank you once again." Jungkook said to me. I smiled and begin to stand up making him automatically stand up also.

"So i better go now, they're waiting for me, see you." I told him before he runs to stop me again. "Y/N?" He called. I look at him once more.

"Would you.. urm.. would you like to be my friend?" He ask offering his hand. I smiled and took his offer.

"I would love to."

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deklaire-blog · 5 years ago

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The Bite

{ An AU where when Peter goes through his transformation after the bite, his dad and pops (Tony and Steve) are there to help him. Happy first day of whumptober! @whumptober2019 }

Okay, so maybe Peter had heard his alarm go off the first time. And the second. And the third. And maybe he had turned it off the first time. And the second. And the third. His dads didn’t need to know that though. In fact, Peter thought his excuse for being late for was a pretty good one. Slept in when his alarm never went off. Despite that though, Peter was royale screwed.

“You do realize ironman has things to do, rightt? Things that don’t include driving you to school and having you blame it on my technology? Peter couldn’t help but flinch at his dad’s words.

“I didn’t say-”

“That JARVIS didn’t wake you up? Even though we both know that isn’t true? Yeah, Pete, that’s exactly what you said.” Peter stared uncomfortably at his lap. Truth was, he was so exhausted when he woke up that morning he hadn’t even been able to move. All of his muscles felt like jelly, and his entire body was stiff and sore. Maybe it was the Habitat for Humanity house building he had done, or being forced to (attempt to) climb the rope in gym. Either way, when he’d gotten back from that school field trip yesterday, he’d collapsed in bed and stayed like that until his Pops practically wrestled him out from under the mound of pillows and blankets.

He mumbled out some sort of apology, leaning his head against the cool window. Last night he’d been freezing, piling on every blanket he could find. Now, Peter felt like he was burning up. He closed his eyes. “Can you turn off the heat?” He murmured, the glass already warming from his body heat. After a beat of silence he looked towards his dad, whose eyebrows were scrunched up like when he got worried. “What?”

“The heat isn’t on bud, I’ve got the AC going.” Keeping one hand on the wheel, Tony reached one hand over to lay against Peter’s forehead, who couldn’t help but lean into the cooling touch. “You’re not warm.” His eyebrows furrowed deeper. “You aren’t trying to fake being sick are you? Cause trust me, I’ve been doing that crap for years and you aren’t going to pull anything over on-”

“Forget it I’m fine.” Peter turned away, just hoping the older man would stop talking long enough for the thrumming in his head to stop. “We’re almost there anyway.”

Tony sent him another worried glass, but silenced himself.

oOoO

“-eter, you good, man?” Peter looked up groggily from the math problem he was staring down.

“Huh?” Ned’s eyes were squinted, as if he was trying to x-ray him or something.

“You aren’t, like, getting the flu or something, right? Cause we have practice later, and you know MJ will kill you if you get the whole team sick. Again.” Peter dragged a hand down his face.

“I’m fine. Probably just the nasty weather or something.” Ned’s eyes flickered to the window.

“What nasty weather? It’s sunny out.”

“No, it’s-” The words froze in Peter’s throat. Where he could have sworn rain was pelting down flickers of light were cast on the window sill. “I could have sworn…”

“Really dude, maybe you should go the nurse or something.”

“I’m fine, I just-”

“Mr. Parker, Mr. Leeds, is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?” Peter’s face went beat red, sheepishly sinking in the glare of their teacher whilst the other kids snickered.

“No, sorry.”

“Alright, then let’s return to our lesson if that isn’t too inconvenient for you.”

For a second Peter thought swimming in his eyes were tears, and he desperately tried to blink them back. That would be a million times more embarrassing than being called out by a teacher. But his vision was doubling, and his eyes weren’t wet. That was roughly when the dizziness kicked out.

It felt like a string in his ear was pulling him down to the floor. Gravity shifted and before he could try to balance it again his seat was tipping sideways. Just like the string wanted, his ear found the floor. Nausea hit him like a truck, and it was all he could do just to keep from retching. He heard voices, but he wanted to beg them stop. Please, please stop yelling. My head is pounding. He opened his mouth but what came out was far from English, a jumbled mess of vowels and consonants. Lights out.

oOoO

Tony’s hands shook as he ran his fingers through his kid’s hair. He’d done this a million times when Peter was sick. Pneumonia, chicken pox, the stomach flu. Poor kid seemed to catch every bug that came around. This time was different. This time Peter was shivering, and burning up. His eyes flickered back and forth faster than was within human control. When he wasn’t mumbling out absolute jiberish his was moaning, crying. Screaming…

“I’m sorry buddy. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He laid his head against the claminess of Peter’s hand. Steve laid a hand on Tony’s shoulder, the comforting rumble of his voice filling the air again. Asking Cho the same questions that they’d both been asking for hours. What was happening? When will the test results be back? Will Peter be okay? Please, to ever alien on every planet calling themselves gods, just let Peter be okay. The answer was always the same. She didn’t know.

Didn’t know why he was burning right through every drug they put into his system. Didn’t know why Peter’s skin felt cold but his temperature was almost 108. Didn’t know why the blood sample they’d taken had a completely different DNA pattern than the one in the files. One with arachnid blood platelets. Didn’t seem to know anything. Other than that they would have to wait and see.

oOoO

Everything felt like red hot fire. Peter tried to pry his eyes open, but the light was fire too, burning into his pupils.

“Pete, hey bud. How are you feeling?” Fire to his ears. But fire he recognized. Pops? “Turn the lights off, I think it’s bothering him.” Yeah, definitely Pops.

The fire behind his eyelids disappears, and he tentatively peeled them open. “Dads?” The sounds of his own voice was surprising, startingly different. It was gravvely from lack of use, but also several octives deeper than before. As if he’d gone a second round of puberty. A scan of his body only continued this theme. Were those… muscles? Carefully defined behind his skin, all angles and bones. He looked back towards the concerned eyes of his parents. “What… happened?”

Tony walked a few steps closer, sitting on Peter’s bedside and letting his fingers tangle into the brown curls. “We don’t know yet, Pete. But we’re going to figure it out. Together.” And Peter believed him.

{ Thanks so much if you read this far! I’m brand new to tumblr, so sorry if the formatting is a little off. Please feel free to check out my Ao3 (de_klaire) where I’ll also be posting this story along with fica outside of tumblr. Thanks for all of your support! @whumptober2019 }

#whumptober2019 #no.1 #marvel #whump trope #iron man #captain america #spiderman #peter parker #peter parker whump #superfamily #spider son #iron dad #captain dad

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pipperandpeggy · 7 years ago

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The One Where They Get Together (S1 Chandler Bing One Shot)

Season 1 Friends

Chandler X Reader

Plot :

You move in to a new apartment building, and meet a whole new group of friends, but one friend in particular catches your eye.

A new apartment, a new life, a new you.

Well, that was what you kept telling yourself anyway.

You walked up the stairs; balancing a box of books and a cup of scalding hot coffee in your arms. If you had known that this apartment building had this many stairs, you would have asked the delivery guys to help you .

“Do you need some help there?” A slender brunette asked, as she caught the box before it fell from your arms.

“Oh, hi, um yes please that would great” You accepted awkwardly.

“My names Monica, I live down the hall.” She said, as she carried one of my boxes.

“My names [y/n], I’m new” You say shyly as you shrug the box slightly.

“Would you like to come around to my place, you could meet my friends?” Monica offered kindly, “I made muffins.”

“Hey Mon, Joe and I need some...hello, Pretty...big boxes you got there.” A tall, dark haired man said jumping out of an apartment door near by.

“Speak of the devil,” Monica laughed, “Y/N, this is Chandler.”

“Chandler, I’m Chandler, Chandler I’ve said it too many times,” He forced a chuckle, his face turning slightly red, “Well it was nice meeting you, i’m just going to use my own tie to kill myself, I'll see you around.” He said dancing away slightly redder than when he had arrived.

“Wow, that’s even awkward for Chandler.” Monica mumbled in confusion, “And that’s saying something, believe me.”

“He seems nice” You giggle.

“He’s better once you get to know him, I swear.” She said giggling along side you.

The door opened once again and Chandler walked sheepishly out; his face still flushed.

“I’m going to pretend like our first meeting didn't happen, I’m Chandler, as you know very well by now, can I help you with your boxes?” He said gesturing towards the box in your hands.

You smiled at him, “Thanks.”

You handed him the box, your own face flushing as your hands brushed. Your eyes met each others for a moment before you looked away quickly; feeling embarrassed for being caught staring at him. You couldn’t help it, he was an attractive man.

After unloading all your boxes into your new apartment, all three of you went over to Monica’s.You sat beside Chandler at the dining table as Monica flew around in a rush, fixing you up some coffee and handing you a plate of perfectly baked muffins.

“These look amazing Monica!” You say before taking a huge bit of the muffin.

“Aw thanks, but [y/n] sweetie, remember to pick up your plate when you take a bite, we don't want any crumbs falling on the floor now.” She said doing the actions with a small plate.

“O...Okay.” You nodded, picking up the plate and smiling at her.

“Run now, while you have the chance.” Chandler whispered, leaning forward slightly.

You snorted which caused Chandler to smirk; obviously please with your reaction.

God, he was cute.

* * *

Since that day you had met the rest of the gang and had settled with your new found friendships. They had welcomed you with open arms and had helped you settle into your new life in New York.

You and the gang were at the Coffee House, Chandler had been kind enough to save you a spot next to him, he had even gotten your favourite coffee order. You were slumped on the comfy sofa, your legs propped over his. You had both had long days at work and you both looked equally as cosy and sleep, just happy in each others presence. Occasionally Chandler would trace patterns onto the skin of your ankle absentmindedly, having no idea how it caused your heart to accelerate slightly.

Ross had been prataling on for a good half an hour, about how one dinosaur would have outlived the other, regardless to what another professor in the department had said. When Monica decided to chim in.

“Um Ross, isn't it about time we go do the thing.” She said jolting her head towards the door.

“Hyh? Oh the thing, rightt!” He said smirking slightly.

“Jo, come on, we’ve got that thing remember!” Ross said placing his mug down on the table next to him.

“Thing?” Joe said dumbly, raising an eyebrow at Ross.

“You know the thing!” Ross said giving him an eye popping glance.

“Ohhh, the thing, in the place with the stuff!” He said, the light bulb finally switching on. “You coming Pheebs?” Joe questioned as he grabbed his jacket.

Phoebe looked up at Joe, “oh, sorry Jo I can’t I've got an appointment with a client at 5:30.” She said looking down at her watch.

“But you should probably leave early.” Monica pressed, “Right?”

Phoebe stared blankly at Monica for a moment before she gasped; realisation crossed her face and she jumped to her feet.

“Your right, let’s go guys.” She ordered hurriedly.

“Bye then!” Chandler said sarcastically, as everyone rushed out the door.

“That was weird.” You frowned.

Chandler sighed, his chest moving you slightly as he exhaled. Over time you’d really began to love Chandler, but the idea of telling him how you felt made your insides want to become your outsides.

“So, any plans for the rest of the day?” He said snuggling down into the sofa a little more. You resisted the urge to snuggle into him more, his body radiated heat.

He coughed awkwardly, as if he had suddenly realised the situation you where both in, he pulled away from you slightly, leaving you freezing craving his body heat to return.

“Nope, probably just watching reruns of Murder She Wrote with my two favourite Wmen, Ben and Jerry.”

“Ooo thrilling, well scene as neither of us seem to have a social life, why don't we be social together tonight?” He said looking at you sheepishly.

“Really?” You smiled, “What do you have in mind?”

“Well…” Chandler seemed to take a deep breath, “I was thinking we could maybe go to a movie or something, or go over to mine, maybe get some take out and watch a crappy movie?” He said shifting awkwardly next to you.

Excitement flooded through you at the thought of spending some time, alone, with him. You were always surrounded by your friends, which was great, but sometimes you wanted some one and one time with Chandler.

“That would be great.” You said shyly.

Chandler grinned, “Awesome, awesome.” He said bobbing his head slightly.

“So which do you wanna do?” You said trying to mask your excitement.

Chandler looked down at you; and you could have sworn his gaze lingered on your lips, “My place?” He said before clearing his throat, “To watch a movie.” He added quickly.

“What about Joey?” You remembered suddenly.

“Oh crap.” Chandler hissed.

“Or we could just…” You trailed off uncertainty.

“Just?” He pressed.

“We could just go to mine?” You said bravely.

“Cool, cool...cool.” He said pulling on his shirt slightly.

“Cool” You agreed nodding awkwardly.

“So, should we go?” He said grinning slightly.

* * *

You had been watching the movie for fifteen minutes now. You had opened a bottle of wine and placed some crisps on the coffee table in front of you. The lights were dimmed slightly and you were both sat on the sofa. You hadn’t managed to follow the film at all; too focused on the man next to you.

This was going great, there was wine, a movie, dim lights, and the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen was sat next to him. Chandler wanted to put his arm around her, but he wasn’t sure if it would make her uncomfortable. The only issue was that this film was scaring the ever living crap out of him.

He jumped for what felt like the 100th time, moving closer to you in his fear. You looked over at him and giggled, reaching out to rub his arm reassuringly.

“I’m usually more masculine than this.” He defended himself sheepishly.

You laughed, “Ok tough guy!” You said sliding your hand down to grab his own, usually you wouldn’t make a move like this, but you though he could use the comfort right now. He squeezed your hand, obviously appreciating the gesture.

You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face and you slowly looked up at him.

“Chandler?” You whispered.

“[y/n]?” He whispered back.

He bit his lip unsurely before he reached his hand out, his fingers tracing your cheekbone before he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your breath hitched at the action and you found yourself leaning into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed.

You could feel his movements as he leant slowly down towards you, his breath warm on your lips, as he grew closer. His lips brushed against your own lightly; testing the waters to see if what he was doing was ok. You reassured him by pressing your lips against his a little more forcefully, as you moved your free hand to rest on his chest.

They pulled apart, both of your eyes wide, his eyes searched your face, as if he were unsure what his next move should be.

His eyes trailed back to your lips, before flicking back to your gaze.

“Was…” He cleared his throat, “Was that ok?” He said softly.

You leaned forward once again, your hands wrapping in his hair as you kissed him for the second time that night.

“More than ok.” You mumbled against his lips.

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