a/n; for @elicuh ! a wonderful human bean who requested this ! this will most likely be a mini series,,, idk i don’t plan ahead lol
summary; in this story, you have known your best friend for more than 15 years and you were utterly and wholly in love with him
The city lights became more visible as the bright neon colours had contrasted from the darkening, moonlit sky as you felt yourself become more wide awake as you walked down the streets of the bright city that lit up the mood whether be day or night. Your legs were carrying you from your house in pajamas and a warm leather jacket wrapping you up as you had just awakened from a rather nice sleep that you were enjoying until a certain someone had rung you in the midst of your slumber.
But as always, you could never say no to that certain someone as you had gone through many lengths for him that this particular situation was just a nub on a stick.
I'm a girl in 9th grade, and I've had a crush on another girl in 10th grade. We've known each other for 4 years and we've been best friends since day one. Now, she started being home-schooled recently and I really miss her (even if she only lives a few streets away), and I had no clue what her sexuality was until a month ago. She's pan. And she's an absolutely angel. So, a few hours ago, I asked her out after finally building up the courage to do so. She's my girlfriend now, and I'm so happy
this is the purest ask i’ve ever gotten thank you so much for sharing and i hope u two have a long and happy relationsHIP !!!!
Hi:) Could you write an imagine where the reader is Peter parkers girlfriend, before he get’s bitten by the spider She notices something is completely wrong she thinks it has something to do with her She gets frustrated and confronts him about it he refuses to tell her in fear of losing her but then at last opens up about and show her Thank you:)
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A/N: Sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind! I went a little crazy while writing this!
Peter Parker and (Y/N).
That’s how it’s always been. Kids in your grade can’t
remember a time when you two weren’t attached at the hip. The both of you have
been best friends since day one. Aunt May would babysit you as a child when
your parents were away on their long business trips. You were practically
raised in her apartment.
You and Peter were best friends from the first day you hung
out. Which was the third day of kindergarten, when Kevin pushed you off the swings
and you started crying. Peter sat with you in the sand and made funny faces
until you laughed.
Since then it was always Peter
The two of you started dating freshmen year of high school.
He asked you out in the middle of a movie night, which was not uncommon for the
two of you. Without hesitation, you said yes. It’s been like a dream for you
The two of you are always touching during schools, whether
it be holding hands while walking down the hallways or a foot pressed against
the back of yours during class or even just him messing with the sleeve of your
(his) sweater during free time in class. You guys don’t do a lot of PDA, but
you are always reassuring the other that you’re nearby.
As much as everyone hated to admit it, the two of you are
perfect together. Many classmates believe you guys will get married in the
future. Soulmates, that’s what they call you. But, because of the strong love
you have for each other, bullies will use it as weapon. Flash will often tell
Peter that you’re too good for him or that you’re cheating on him. Sometimes,
he lets the harsh words get to him. You’ll be told that Peter is only with you
for your popularity or for sex. And sometimes, you’ll let the harsh words get
When that happens, Peter will get you your favorite hot coco
from the tiny corner shop and you’ll get him his favorite sandwich. The two of
you will be silent while enjoying your treats and the presence of the other
one. Before one of you breaks and asks the other if anything the bullies say is
true. Of course, it’s not, but reassurance is always nice. The two of you will
spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms, watching cheesy romcoms (your
choice) and nerdy sifi movies (his choice).
All of this was normal for the two of you. Tiny touches and
affectionate words was normal. Movie date nights 3 times a week was normal.
Study dates and weird outings was normal. So, when it all suddenly stopped, it
made you worry. And you worried hard.
It’s Wednesday and it’s been approximately 2 weeks since the
last date with Peter. You guys have been doing the whole relationship thing for
only a year, but it’s been awesome. Up until 2 weeks ago. There haven’t been
any movie dates, study dates or unusual outings. You guys haven’t held hands
down the hallways or even hugged in 2 weeks. You don’t understand the sudden
change in behavior.
The only reason he would suddenly stop acting like your
boyfriend is if he doesn’t want to be yours anymore. You sigh, grabbing your Calculus
book from your locker. Peter usually walks with you to Calculus, since it’s a
shared class of yours, but he isn’t there. He hasn’t been there. You shake your
head before picking your chin up. You can’t act like someone kicked your puppy
when it’s only a little relationship drama. Every couple has had their fights,
so have you and Peter. The two of you will get over it and be better than ever.
Someone shoves you into a locker, making you whimper a
little in pain. You look up to see Flash, followed by a group of giggling girls.
“Did Peter finally realize how much you suck and leave you?”
Flash sneers at you, walking away before you can even say anything.
You want to scream at him. You want to grab him and shake
him and convince him that Peter still loves you, because convincing him… would
mean convincing yourself. You don’t even believe that he still loves you.
You take a deep breath and walk to Calculus class, ignoring
the jeers that bullies throw your way as you walk through the hallways alone.
You finally make it to class and your heart shatters to see Peter sitting in a
seat, that was as far from your normal seat as possible.
You walk up to him and you clear your throat to get his
attention. He looks up at you, but not the same way he usually does. He doesn’t
look at you like you’re his entire world, he looks at you like you killed his
entire world. “So…” You cough awkwardly, “Will you pick up some of my hot coco
on your way home?” You ask him, your voice cracking slightly when you ask him.
That was the way you’d let him know that what people are saying is starting to
get to you.
You notice a brief flicker of something in his eyes, remorse…
guilt? But it’s gone as quick as it came. He shuffles his feet and his hands
won’t stay still. His eyes don’t meet yours. “I, uh, can’t… I have something
after school… it requires me to, uh, stay here…” He tells you, breaking your
heart with every word and stammer.
You nod your head, “That’s okay, Peter, you can bring it ‘round
after your thing?” You’re silently pleading with him, begging him to come
around after school and make things go back to the way they were. People are
starting to file into class and you don’t want to cause a scene.
He shakes his head, scratching at the back of his neck. “I
can’t, I promised Aunt May I’d help her clean.”
You bite your bottom lip to stop it from shaking. “R-right.
Aunt May, she’s always wanting to keep everything clean.” You play along with
the lie he told, your heart breaking even more with every word.
You nod your head one more time before going to sit in your
normal seat, across the room from him. Tears are pricking at your eyes, wanting
to be let out, but you won’t let them. The only comfort you have now, is the
fact that you’re wearing Peter’s sweatshirt. The warmth of the sweatshirt
reminds you of when you’d cuddle with him, his arms wrapped around you and your
face pressed against his chest. A smile permanently plastered on your face as
you dozed off.
You force yourself out of the memory and back into class.
You spend the whole period focused on only math, making yourself forget about everything
as you try to learn everything the teacher is teaching.
When the final bell rings, signally the end of class and the
end of the school day, you’re one of the last ones to leave the classroom. You
slowly pack all your things away and make sure you jotted everything down
correctly. There’s no need to rush to leave since Peter isn’t waiting for you.
He was one of the first out of the classroom.
The entire walk home was like out of a sad music video. It was
raining, of course, and you were crying. You just didn’t want to lose Peter,
you really didn’t. You love him.
When you get to your apartment, you had finally decided what
you needed to do. You needed to march yourself over there, first thing, and
demand him give you a reason to how he’s been acting lately. If he can’t give
you one, then it’s over. It breaks your heart to even think breaking up with
Peter, but that’s what needs to happen. You can’t keep hurting yourself over
and over again for someone who doesn’t even notice.
You take a deep breath, staring at your front door before
opening. There’s no turning back now. You begin the decline to Peter’s floor.
He’s only 2 floors below you. You quickly reach his front door and you knock,
your heart beating so fast that you think you’re having a heart attack.
Aunt May opens the door and grin when she sees you, she
pulls you into a bear hug. “Oh, (Y/N)! I missed you! I was worried when you and
Peter weren’t hanging around here lately! I almost thought you two broke up!”
She laughs, “Of course that’d be ridiculous! You two are a match made in
You giggle nervously, hugging Aunt May back. This may be the
last time you see her for a while. “Y-yeah, Aunt May. That’d be ridiculous.”
She lets go and waves you in, telling you that Peter’s
currently in his room. Which means he lied to you about having something to do
after school. You close your eyes in annoyance before quickly opening them. You
don’t want Aunt May to think anything is wrong. You make your way to his door,
your heart beating out of your chest.
You knock on his door.
“Come in,” You hear Peter’s muffled voice.
You take a shaky breath before opening his door. His eyes
connect with yours and a pit forms in the bottom of your stomach. You know
already that this won’t end well. Tears leak from your eyes, tears that you
You close the door behind you, your motions stiff. You angrily
wipe the tears away from your eyes before you sit in his computer chair, him on
“I want to know.” You whisper, your eyes on your hands, your
fingers picking at the skin around your nails, a nervous habit of yours.
“Know what?” He asks, his voice hoarse. He knows what you
want to know. But he wants to hear you say it.
“Why you’ve been so distant lately, Peter. Is it because of
me? Do you not… do you not love me anymore?” You ask, tears coming in a steady
stream as you voice your thoughts. Normally, if you cry, he’d wrap his arms
around you and pull you into his chest. He’d let you cry as much as you needed
until you’d be ready to talk. But he doesn’t even try to console you now.
Peter looks away, clenching his jaw as if he were angry. “(Y/N)…
I love you. You know how much I love you. I just… it’s complicated, alright? I
can’t tell you.”
You shake your head. “It’s not complicated. It’s not. We’re
not complicated. We never have been. Freshman year, we had our first fight. You
thought that I’d cheat on you. We fixed that issue within one night. That wasn’t
complicated. Beginning of sophomore year, when we had sex for the first time.
That wasn’t complicated. Or when you kissed me for the first time on my
balcony. That wasn’t complicated. When you told me you loved me, when we slept
in the same bed for the first time, when I fell in love with you. None of that
was complicated, Peter. And neither is this.” You voice is thick with tears,
your body shaking as memories flood you. All happy and all with Peter.
Peter bites his lips, his hands shaking slightly on his
knees. “(Y/N)… please… I love you. I love you so much.” He knows what’s
happening next. You know and that makes you cry harder.
“Peter. I love you too. I love you so much it makes my heart
hurt. Please. Give me a reason. Please, Peter. All you have to do is give me a
reason and I’ll forgive you. I’ll kiss you and we can watch a movie. It will go
back to normal. Peter. Give me a reason.” You cry, begging him for something he
can’t give you. And you know this, but your tears don’t stop and you can’t help
but hope for a stupid reason like Flash’s ridiculing finally got to him and he
didn’t want you to know so he pushed you away.
Tears begin to fall from Peter’s eyes as he shakes his head.
“I can’t tell you (Y/N). Please, it’s not you. I promise. Please just believe
me. I just… I can’t tell you.”
You stand up, wiping your hands on your jeans. You slowly
unzip his sweatshirt and place it neatly on his chair. “I understand, Peter. I
love you, but I can’t be with you. Not if you keep treating me like someone you
hate. I love you so much, Peter.” You tell him, one tear away from full on balling.
You’re breathing is quick and shallow, you’re about to have a panic attack.
You walk away from his bedroom, not looking Aunt May in the
eyes. She heard everything and there’s tears running down her face too. You
walk up into your apartment and sit on your bedroom floor, balling your eyes
out. It’s too much pain. Too much hurt in your heart. You had to walk away from
the love of your life.
You cried for what seemed like forever, you cried until the
moon came out and then you cried some more. Before finally moving into your
bed. You cry some more until you hear a tap on your window. It’s 11:30, who
would be at your window?
You click on your lamp to see Peter in your window. His eyes
are puffy and red, tears dried on his cheeks as he waits for you to open the window.
You open it, your hands shaking so much that it took you a
few tries just to do it. When you finally do, he doesn’t come in.
“You asked for a reason as to why I’ve been so distant.
(Y/N), this is it.” He whispers, his voice rough with tears as he begins to
climb through your window. He’s done this before, but instead of landing on
your floor, he begins to climb up the walls, on your ceiling before jumping
off, landing softly next to you.
He lays a hand on your cheek, angling your face so that you’d
look him in the eyes. “I didn’t want to tell you because… I didn’t want you to
be in danger. I want to help people, (Y/N). I want to be able to help this
city. But people may come after you if Spider-man starts to pay special
attention to a girl. I would rather die than have you hurt.”
Tears begin to fall again. Peter shakes his head, wiping the
tears away. “Don’t cry, babygirl. Please. I love you. Please, don’t cry. I love
you. Please don’t leave me. Please.” He whispers.
You try to stop your crying as you stare up at him, before
finally leaning up to kiss him. The kiss is wet and desperate. You pull away,
your breathing heavy and your lips pink. “I love you, Peter. So goddamn much it hurts. I understand why
you didn’t tell me. But why did you decide to tell me now?” You ask, opening
your eyes to look at him. His lips are slightly pink as well.
He sighs, racking a hand through his hair. “Because I knew
that if I didn’t tell you, you’d never come back around. You’d never come back.
Because you’re the type of person to turn around and never look back. I couldn’t
let you do that. I love you so much. It hurt so much to know that I had made
you so sad. To lie to you felt like I was being stabbed. I love you so much
that I’d tell you my secret just to have you by my side. And that may be
selfish, to put you in danger just to be able to date you. But I’m selfish when
it comes to you, (Y/N). I just love you so much.” He finishes his rant with a
passionate kiss. It takes your breath away, just as much as it did the first
time you kissed him.
“I love you too, Peter.” You whisper, your forehead pressed
against him. He wraps something around your shoulders and you look down to see
“Everything is going to be okay.” He tells you, looking down
at you like you are his world reborn.
“Everything will be okay so long as we love each other.” You
tell him, smiling as you zip his hoodie up and gently pull him down to kiss him
“So, is that a yes to dating me again, because I’m not quite
clear…” Peter asks you, pulling away from the kiss to do so.
You laugh, rolling your eyes and pull him in for another
kiss. “Of course, I love you.” You whisper before connecting your lips with his
The rest of the night was spent in each other’s arms,
watching cheesy romcoms (your pick) and nerdy sifi moves (his pick).
requested by michaelsmoustache: could you plz do one that’s totally platonic, like best friends since day one, share everything and it could just be cute best friend shit cause i honestly need that rn. thank you, have a good day i love yoi
pairings: peter parker x reader
warnings: fluffy as hell, y’all
a/n: okay so it’s not totally platonic, but its still focused on being bffs with peter which is amazing in itself. i’m sorry it took so long, love!! but i love yoi too. and thank you for being so patient with me!! enjoy, darlingssss
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“I can’t believe you like Star Trek over Star Wars,” you laughed, playfully shoving your best friend with your shoulder as the two of you walked home from school.
“I like the science!”
“Half of it’s fictional science,” you shot back. “At least I know Star Wars isn’t real.”
Peter Parker sputtered in frustration, his cheeks growing an adorable red. “You and Ned both love to gang up on me about liking Star Trek–it’s what I like!”
here’s my one and only version of the keith shovel talk pls enjoy
“Hey Keith, wait up!”
Keith slowed and looked back as Hunk caught up with him and watched as he caught his breath.
“What’s up? Something wrong?” he asked.
Hunk shook his head, “No, no, nothing drastic. I umm. I just needed to talk to you about something. It’s about Lance.”
Immediately Keith both tensed and melted internally at the thought of the blue paladin. Their relationship was new and fresh and just bringing it up made Keith feel warm, his stomach making tentative somersaults.
He cleared his throat, “Ok. What is it?”
He hoped his face didn’t give away the gymnastics happening inside but by the look Hunks face, it was obvious he was fooling no one.
Hunk smiled and continued, “Look dude, you and I both know I’m you twos biggest fan. I rooted for you guys from the beginning and if Lance hadn’t confessed to you when he did, I probably would have done it myself. You guys have your differences but you also bring the best of out of each other. And I see how happy you make each other too, even when you’re arguing about the stupidest things, it’s kind of disgustingly cute, bro.”
Keith felt his face get hot with every word and a part of him wanted to jump out of an airlock while the other glowed with pride.
“Umm thanks, man, I think. I uhh….I think so too honestly.”
His friend nodded but then Hunks expression dimmed, an air of seriousness suddenly crackled around him.
He placed a hand on Keiths shoulder, “That being said. Lance is my bro. He’s been my best friend since day one at the garrison and like my brother. I look out for my own.”
Keith widened his eyes, “Oh. Hunk, you don’t have to worry, I’d never hurt him.”
He shrugged, “I know, you’re my friend too and believe me, I gave Lance the same talk I’m giving you cause I think of you as family.”
Keith had no time to feel touched as Hunk threw and arm around his shoulders and tightened, slightly, giving Keith a taste of that hidden strength his usually gentle friend seems to always hide.
“But still, I have to tell you. If you hurt Lance, I’ll be disappointed in you, but I’ll still be your friend. That won’t change. Plus, Lance is more than capable to make his own decisions and deal with any consequences.” Hunk gave him a sunny smile but Keith felt there was a ‘but’ coming up. That, and Hunk had yet to let go of his neck.
“Umm, I’m glad to hear that. Is there anything else?”
His huge, gentle, terrifyingly strong friend looked pensive and then said, “Yeah. One last thing. Even though I say Lance is more than capable of handling things on his own, I should warn you. If he gives me the word, I will have to destroy you.”
Keith blanked out. “……. so…….. you’ll beat me up?”
“What?!” Hunk shouted as he leaped back, “No man, I’d never hurt you like that. Geez. I’m not an animal. I’ll just tell everyone all your secrets you’re hiding.”
“Ohhkaay…. good luck cause I don’t have any secrets. The only one I had I basically told you all the moment I found out,” Keith snorted, a wave of relief washed over him from finally being let go.
Hunk shook his head, “Nah, not those kinds of secrets. I mean real, embarrassing, life ruining stuff that you only think about in the dead of night. You know, things you might keep in say, a red leather bound desert journal?”
Keith gaped same spluttered, “Wh-wha? Hunk! That’s my private journal!”
Hunk put up his hands in innocence, “It’s not my fault you kept that thing out in the open where anyone could have picked it up and read it. But hey, don’t worry. As long as you never hurt Lance too badly, those secrets will be taken with me to my grave. Cross my heart. Deal?”
Keith scoffed but he couldn’t keep the small smile from forming, “Yeah, ok, deal….. You know, I always thought Pidge was the sneaky one. But I get the feeling you’re a lot more dangerous than you let on.”
Hunk shrugged once more, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Good talk, bro. See you at dinner!”
Keith watched his friend walk away, a mixture of impressed, intimidation, and affection curled into his gut. He suddenly felt the strong urge to go hug Lance for a very, very long time.
“John Cena, while you lay there, hopefully as uncomfortable as you possibly can be, I want you to listen to me. I want you to digest this, because before I leave in three weeks with your WWE Championship, I have a lot of things I wanna get off my chest.
I don’t hate you, John. I don’t even dislike you. I like you a hell of a lot more than I like most people in the back. I hate this idea that you’re the best - because you’re not. I’m the best. I’m the best in the world. There’s one thing you’re better at than I am and that’s kissing Vince McMahon’s ass. You’re as good at kissing Vince’s ass as Hulk Hogan was. I don’t know if you’re as good as Dwayne. He’s a pretty good ass-kisser. Always was and still is. Oops - I’m breaking the fourth wall. [Punk waves to the camera.]
I am the best wrestler in the world. I’ve been the best ever since Day One when I walked into this company. And I’ve been vilified and hated since that day because Paul Heyman saw something in me that nobody else wanted to admit. That’s right, I’m a Paul Heyman guy. You know who else was a Paul Heyman guy? Brock Lesnar. And he split, just like I’m splittin’, but the biggest difference between me and Brock is that I’m going to leave with the WWE Championship.
I’ve grabbed so many of Vincent K. McMahon’s imaginary brass rings that it’s finally dawned on me that they’re just that. They’re completely imaginary. The only thing that’s real is me. And the fact that day in and day out, for almost six years, I’ve proved to everybody in the world that I am the best on this microphone, in that ring and even on commentary. Nobody can touch me. And yet, no matter how many times I prove it, I’m not on your lovely little collectors’ cups, I’m not on the cover of the program, I’m barely promoted, I don’t get to be in movies, I’m not on any crappy show on the USA Network, I’m not on the poster of WrestleMania, I’m not on the signature that’s produced at the start of the show. I’m not on Conan O'Brien, I’m not on Jimmy Fallon, but the fact of the matter is I should be. And trust me, this isn’t sour grapes, but the fact that "Dwayne” is in the main event of WrestleMania next year and I’m not, makes me sick!
Oh hey, let me get something straight. Those of you who are cheering me right now - you are just as big a part of me leaving as anyone else, because you’re the ones sipping out of those collector cups right now, you’re the ones that buy those programs that my face isn’t on the cover of, and then at five in the morning at the airport, you try to shove it in my face thinking you can get an autograph and sell it on eBay, because you’re too lazy to get a real job.
I’m leaving with the WWE championship on July 17 and hell, who knows, maybe I’ll go defend it in New Japan Pro Wrestling. Maybe I’ll go back to Ring of Honor.
[Punk waves to the camera again] Hey, Colt Cabana, how you doing?
The reason I’m leaving is you people because after I’m gone you’re still going to pour money into this company - I’m just a spoke on the wheel - the wheel’s gonna keep turning. And I understand that Vince McMahon’s gonna make money despite himself. He’s a millionaire who should be a billionaire. You know why he’s not a billionaire? It’s because he surrounds himself with glad-handing nonsensical douche bag yes-men like John Laurinaitis, who’s gonna tell him everything he wants to hear. And I’d like to think that maybe this company will be better after Vince McMahon is dead, but the fact is, it’s gonna get taken over by his idiotic daughter and his doofus son-in-law and the rest of his stupid family.
Let me tell you a personal story about Vince McMahon. You know we do this whole bully campaign— [microphone cuts off]
is there anything you would be willing to write that includes bones' xenopolycythemia like in "for the world is hollow and I have touched the sky?"
Jim walks in on Bones and Chapel arguing when he arrives in med bay. That’s not anything new; he’s find Bones arguing with everyone on the ship at least once. The people he’s closest to, at least once a day. “Ms. Chapel,” Jim calls, drawing the attention of both Christine and Bones alike, “you called for me?” “Yes, Captain,” she says. “I can take it from here,” Bones tells her, and Jim watches the woman look at him a bit suspiciously. “McCoy-” “I’ll give Jim a full report,” Bones promises, and then Christine is off.
“What was that all about?” Jim asks curiously, “please don’t tell me that case of Andorian Shingles is back inside these walls.” “No, last time I checked, you were Alien-STD free.” “Where would I be without you?” Jim replies to that with a faint smile, “so what’s up?” “I ran the semi-annually medical reports by all the crew,” Bones explains, “everyone’s health is stable or improving. Save for one.” “Is it Spock? He was awfully grumpy the other day.” “No,” Bones replies, “my own. I had Chapel run the test three times, and it appears I’ve caught Xenopolycythemia.” “… Okay?” Jim replies, because for a brief moment, he doesn’t even realize what that means. The disease sounds vaguely similar, but then most diseases do, because Bones is fascinated by them and talks about them in great lengths. “Jim,” Bones starts, dragging out his name the way he always does when he’s irritated, “it’s that-” “-blood disease,” Jim finishes his sentence, “I remember. Wait. No, that must be a mistake. There’s no cure for that.” “I’m aware,” Bones says. “That doesn’t seem right,” Jim says, reaching out to feel Bones’ forehead, much to Bones’ annoyance, “you look fine to me.” “I feel fine,” Bones agrees, “we caught it in its early stages. But there’s not much we can do about it other than wait.” “Jesus, no. There has to be something. How long do patients with Xenopolycythemia usually have?” “A year, if they’re lucky,” Bones says, and Jim flinches. “No, we’ll find a way to cure you.”
Hearing your friend has this incurable disease sucks, yeah. But what sucks even more is when Jim has to watch him suffer about it, too, though being too stubborn to deny Bones is uncomfortable or in pain, the doctor works as hard as he always would. Jim notices, though. Sees the shifts in him; slowly drinking more to cope at first. Then, by Chapel’s recommendation: morphine. It helps, for a while, and a dopey Bones is one of the most amazing things he’s seen in a while.
“I love space,” Bones says, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “Since when?” “Since it’s been my home when I had nowhere else to go,” Bones replies, and Jim smiles through a frown. “Don’t you want to quit when we get to York Town? You’ll have Jo, and better medical facilities to support you.” “You wanna get rid of me?” Bones jokes, but Jim’s quick “No” is very serious. “I want you to stop exhausting yourself and focus on spending as much time as you can with the people you love.” “Joanna excluded, I am with the people I love. It’s bad enough that you guys have to see me either away because of some stupid blood disease, I won’t let Joanna see me-” “Bones, Jesus, she has the right to at least know her dad’s dying, give her a chance to say goodbye at least.” “No, I cant. Please just respect that decision.” “I’ll accept it,” Jim replies, “but I far from respect it.”
Bones gets gradually worse, and Jim supports him through it while Chapel becomes the new CMO. Bones researches his own disease, and to Jim’s surprise, Spock joins him on a lot of nights. It’s just the three of them in Bones’ quarters, Jim and Spock going through research papers while Bones actually tests out potential cures. Nothing seems to work, and Jim is increasingly more frustrated. Bones has been his best friend since day one at the academy. Bones brought him back to life, cured a number of diseases that were supposed to be incurable to Jim, and yet he persisted until Jim was cured. If Jim had been the one with xenopolycythemia, Bones would’ve already found a cure. For himself, though, Bones takes it easy. Avoids calls with his daughter. Pretty much drinks more than he should to function well in his research.
Jim’s patience has run out, but it’s by the time Spock comes with a potential solution. Something Ambassador Spock gave him, because apparently his Bones suffered the same illness there and managed to survive. Jim stays with Bones, who has a terrible fever. Chapel worries he’s too sick for the cure Spock came up with. “No,” Jim says, “we have a cure. If it worked on Ambassador Spock’s Bones before, it’ll work on our Bones now. Start the session now.”
The whole time Bones goes through that therapy session, he’s in extreme pain and discomfort. Jim stays by his side the whole time, sleeps in the chair next to his bio bed while the other’s more dead than alive. Chapel informs him that the cure is working, and Bones will be himself again, but Jim still watches him deliriously struggle through unconsciousness while his body recovers from the whole ordeal.
“How are you feeling?” Jim asks the first time he catches Bones awake. “Am I dead?” Bones asks, and Jim smiles lightly. “Almost,” he says, reaching out for Bones’ hand and he squeezes it softly, “I was afraid you were going to bite the dust, there.” “The only dust I’m gonna end up bitin’ is freaking space dust,” Bones huffs, and Jim laughs. “Back to hating space, then?” He asks, and Bones shrugs lightly. “I don’t like space,” he says, “this disease ridden, danger and silent-” Bones is silenced by Jim, who leans in to kiss him. “Okay, you got me,” Bones says, “I don’t like space, but I guess I do love the people up here..”
Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life.
A/N: Okay, I know I’m a little late, but here is finally is. THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE. I didn’t want to make this too long and it wouldn’t fit in, so an epilogue it is. Also, none of this is edited, so i’m sorry if there are a lot of typos. I tried to get this out asap. Thank you for reading and enjoy Xx
Also, I wanted to do a quick birthday shoutout to @kristiniec. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🎉 🎉 🎉
“Kiss the bride!” One of the parents say.
“What —” Hoseok turns towards your and gives you a peck on your lips. Wait. What?
“I got the picture!” Your mother shouts with joy.
“Hobi. What did you do.” You look towards him and he gives you a toothy grin.
This was the first time you ever felt your heart flutter in response to Hoseok’s actions. Everyone in the neighbourhood was well aware you and Hoseok. They knew that you were the best of friends. Inseparable since day one, complimenting each other’s qualities, and some more extreme among those that you knew believed that you and Hoseok would get married one day. Perhaps your little five year-old heart started to believe everything that all these people said.
I’ve been part of my new high school for 3 years now, so i guess you could say it’s not technically new anymore. I’m still making tons of new friends but i’ve been with my best friend Kyle since day one, we always play Pokemon together and watch episodes of Dragonball z.
My new school also has a very dark past, i was told it in my first year by Kyle, he also told me it’s been about 30 years since it happened. To cut a long story short, there was a girl called Melissa who attended this very same school 30 years ago and from what i can gather she suffered from clinical depression because of her constant bullying by her other classmates. She suffered with this for years and eventually it all became to much for the poor girl and she went on a mad killing spree, killing 14 of the 22 students in her class including the teacher. She worked her way up to the school’s roof where she continued to slash at her own body with a butcher knife, finally she ended her own life by walking over the edge and plummeting to her death. This is how the story goes anyway, personally i don’t know anymore than what i’ve been told but if i’m being honest.
I couldn’t care less
I’ve really never known of the emotion we call sympathy or sadness, for my whole school life i guess you could say i’ve been wearing a mask to hide the true me, ironically myself has never met the real me either. I’ve been trying to learn different emotions through people, which i why i have so many friends.
So far ive succeeded in being seen as funny, i learnt as long as i kept a winning smile on my face, then people wouldn’t hate me but rather love me. 19 years of my life, that’s how long ive kept up this charade, if you can even call it that.
Hey dude, did you hear what happened last night?
My friend Kyle said with a sickening expression, i made myself look concerned.
You know that quite chick Samantha, the one that sits in the corner alone.
I heard she killed herself last night. Hanged herself in her room.
Once i heard this i didn’t know how to react, i hadn’t learned the emotion sadness yet. I just stared blankly at my friend until he said something.
Dude, do you not feel anything?
No. I said to myself
I’m sorry Kyle i don’t know what to say.
Yeah, i guess it is shocking news. Well want to come round mine later.
Sure thing. I replied. With our heads both down we walked to our seats, the class was about to start and i’m certain we’ll be getting the same old tired speech from the teacher. “She was such a value to us all” “Our condolences to her family” “She will be missed”.
If she truly cared for anyone in this class then she wouldn’t have killed herself and left the burden to fall on us, if only she didn’t think of herself we might not be in this situation.
As usual class seemed to take forever to finish and by the end i actually felt like killing myself. The next day rolled around and the next and so on until a week had past since Samantha’s death, one week and i still hadn’t felt anything. Truthfully i actually forgot until a friend mentioned it today, i was getting ready to sit down until Kyle came running up to my desk drawing for breath.
It took him awhile to get the rest of the words out, he was still catching his breath.
Its happened again, another death!
Really? I replied
Yeah. I’ve only just found out but they say she was found with knife marks all over her body. Just like that story, remember that girl did it too herself on the roof.
I actually forgot about it until he just mentioned it. I tend to get rid of useless information i have no need for. This time i really couldn’t be bothered to lie and put on a show for everyone to watch. I just came out and said what i was thinking.
I really couldn’t care less
I knew after saying this the whole class would probably hate me, i’ve spent years with this mask on my face showing people the false me and now i really haven’t got the effort to put up with anymore shit. My friend replied the exact way you’d think he would, the way any normal human would.
You heartless shit!!!!. Don’t say something like that.
I just stared at him. No expression to show, i didn’t know what he wanted from me so i showed him the one thing i had learnt to do good over the years.
He flung straight at me, rage consumed his face as he punched me right in my eye, my now bloodshot eye. I didn’t understand why he was so angry he didn’t even know them, perhaps this is what people call compassion.
Compassion? I don’t know what this word means.
I was sent to the nurse’s office, Kyle really did a number on my face its funny how those simple five words “I really couldn’t care less” could ruin a 3 year friendship. I stared blankly into distance as the nurse started to patch me up, there was only one thing going on in my head right now.
I guess i won’t be watching Dragonball z anymore with him.
Days passed without anyone in the class saying a word to me, eventually days turned to weeks and weeks into months. Over time i started to feel something, i didn’t know what it was called but i thought to myself, was this what those girls and Samantha were thinking at the time before their deaths. I remembered i used to call people like that selfish and know i’m contemplating the same thing, killing myself. Im sure the rest of the class will be happy if i’m gone, i no longer have any friends and i haven’t spoken to my family in years. Now that i think about it, it actually makes a lot of sense.
Class had finished and without a moment of thought or hesitation i started my walk.
To the roof.
Once i reached there i was blinded by a beam of light, the sun i thought what a wonderful day. I closed the door behind me and slowly started to move to the edge, each step felt heavier than the last it was like my body was saying no but my mind couldn’t react with any sort of reply. By the time i knew it i was standing looking at the concrete floor below, the wind brushed through my hair it felt like God was giving me a push. Still even now inside my head, there was nothing. I was hoping for at least something new, some new emotion that might help me carry on living.
When i turned round i realised the door i closed behind me earlier was now open. Kyle stood in front of me, now he was the one with the expressionless face.
Do you remember? He said
I just started directly at him, of course i had no idea what he was talking about.
Of course you wouldn’t, you don’t remember anything in that mind of yours but only the things you care about. Well i lost something i cared about!!!!
I Still had no idea.
6 months ago, when i came running to you about my sister and all you could say was you couldn’t care less!!!!
I remembered. Yes it was Kyle’s sister who killed herself that time, i guess back then i should have paid more attention to the conversation, or perhaps i did remember and didn’t care enough about that part of the story. About his own sister. I started to actually think, what sort of friend was i to him. I was to indulge in my own thoughts that i didn’t realise Kyle was now running straight for me, I wanted to move but couldn’t my feet just stayed still like they were attached to bricks. He grabbed me by the chest and pulled me so far to his face i could see his pupils dilating.
Tell me you bastard!! What are you thinking right now.
I. Didn’t know.
For the first time in my life my thoughts had vanished, i didn’t know what to tell him. The only thing i could do is resort to using the last emotion i could ever remember using in a conversation, ironically it was the conversation 6 months ago between me and Kyle. After a few seconds had passed i did it.
With complete anger in his face he threw me off the school’s rooftop. Suddenly my head started spinning, i was feeling so many things i had never felt before, Sorrow, regret, sadness, i was actually scared of dying something i thought i’d never feel. I guess i can only thank Kyle, whats this? I thought.
I was crying, seconds away from death and i cry? I started laughing to myself. I could feel my head hit the concrete.
LIP March Madness: Introduction of Human Emotions in a Virtual System
Summary: There are some thing you should not mess with. Katniss should have known that before stepping inside the Dreamatorium. Now she has to run through its simulations to find her friend Beetee before he’s lost forever. Sort of. Based on Community season 3 episode 16 “Virtual Systems Analysis”.
battle rages all around her. She sees the Men in White fall by the
dozen, but the gray uniforms of the rebels lay on the ground, too,
marred with blood and dirt.
epic music swells in a crescendo of brass and percussion.
uses her bow to block the shotgun-axe of a soldier, then punches him
in the guts and stabs him in a soft spot of his neck with her combat
Crafter is at her side, wielding his powerful plasma spear with
purpose. They need to open a path through the battlefield to get to
the Reasoner and the Hunter, who have almost reached the President’s
camp, leading the assault.
You didn’t want to say goodbye to him. Every time he went away on a mission, it felt like your stomach knotted up, and the tension wasn’t released until he got back to the base in one piece. It didn’t help that you wrestled with your emotions every time he left. You were stuck wondering if you should tell him about your feelings for him and risk ruining your friendship or to just keep those feelings to yourself. You knew how dangerous the job was, and the rebellion had always come first in Cassian’s life. You knew what this meant to him. You knew that the rebellion had been a part of his life since before you showed up. It wasn’t fair to ask him to juggle his one true love and you…his friend.