#(it would take 40 straight hours of driving)

[twobeesornottwobees]

I know we always talk about how Europeans know nothing about America but could we talk about how Americans from the east coast also know nothing about America

[buckyalpine]

Bucky can’t stand you

Smuttay Smuttay. Imagine Bucky finding you to be the most infuriating person he's ever met in his entire life. He used to strongly believe you should never hit a woman. Being a man from the 40's, he believed that with his entire heart and soul because he was one of the few who hated the way some women were treated by their husbands.

That was until he met you.

God, he was ready to beat your ass.

"Didn't you say you'd never hit a woman" Sam snorted while Bucky's jaw ticked, having complained about you for half an hour straight while you went off the plan completely, taking the mission into your own hands.

"That's not a woman, that's the devil spawn" Bucky said incredulously, watching you make your way to the target with a flirty smirk on your face "How and why is she like this"

"Shut up" you hissed through the coms, your hips swaying as you walked away. "

You pissed him off and you made his cock hard.

You ran your mouth to no end and you made him leak.

You had such an attitude and he'd masturbated d to you more times than he could count.

He hated you.

He hated you so much.

"You're gonna screw this mission up if you keep acting like a desperate whore" Bucky growled as you slinked onto the targets lap, effortlessly pocketing the pen drive from his blazer while skimming your hands all over him. The man was none the wiser, groping your ass, the action making Bucky's blood pressure boil.

You whispered something in his ear before hopping off, throwing a wink over your shoulder before disappearing through the exit of the bar and into the getaway car, signaling to Sam and Bucky that you were successful.

He doesn't breathe a word to you until you were all a the safehouse, glaring at you the entire time while pouring himself a drink.

"Try not to kill each other, I'm going to bed" Sam threw his hands up in defeat, seeing as the both of you would never reach a truce. You shrugged, rolling your eyes at the soldier, making your way to your room instead. Bucky down the dark liquid that burned his throat before following you, his brooding figure brushing your back as you entered your room.

"There a problem Barnes?" You sassed, gasping when he gripped your hair and yanked you back, shoving you against the wall. His metal arm wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides just enough to make your breaths lighter, his pupils dilated to 100.

"You have a real problem, you know that?" He growled lowly making your stomach flip, your pulse racing a the scent of his cologne when he stood so close to you.

"Yeah? And whats that" your attitude faltered as he pressed his chest against yours, his warm breath fanning on your face.

"You. Never. Listen. It's infuriating. So tell me. What should I do" It took everything in him not to push you down onto your knees, forcing your into submission for once. "You're a brat" He hissed, eyes growing wide when he could smell your arousal which you tried to hide, your thighs squeezing together giving you away.

"Fuck this" Bucky tossed you onto the bed, pulling out the switch blade he had in his pocket. Your dress was sliced off before you could blink, your lingerie torn off next.

"Bucky, what-

Before you could say anything else, he gripped your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together, making you pout with a needy whimper. He gave you a satisfied smirk, running the handle of the knife through your folds, gathering your slick before licking it clean off with a groan.

"M'gonna fuck you and you're gonna take it, then you're gonna thank your Sargent for fucking the brat out of you, understand?"

You nodded, yelping when he smacked your cheek, shaking his head.

"Use your words, kitten"

"Yes, Sargent" You whispered, your heart hammering out of your chest as he started to undress himself, his belt buckle hitting the floor. A new wave of arousal pooled between your legs as he stood naked before you, his cock standing tall and proud. He cocked an eye brow at the way you stared at him, practically drooling as he pumped his length a few times.

He crawled onto the bed, shoving your legs apart, flicking his cock through your folds and slamming into you without warning, making you take all of him at once.

You cried out in pleasure, your arms and legs wrapping around him to ground yourself some how, your cunt fluttering and struggling to accommodate for his girth.

"Buck-Sargent-too-s'too thick" You moaned as he drew his hips back and started to pound into you, snarling with pleasure at the feelings of your nails raking down his back. "SARGENT PLEASE"

"Thats right, beg your Sargent to stop baby, cry when I ruin you with my fat cock" He sat back on his heels, throwing your legs over his shoulders to get even deeper angle, your eyes rolling back until they nearly crossed. "Lookit you going all dumb on my cock baby, such a needy little pussy"

You didn't get a chance to respond, squeaking when he manhandled you till your face was pushed against the mattress with your ass in the air. He spanked your ass raw, shoving his cock back in, setting in a brutal pace.

"Always acting so sassy, making my dick so hard with those stupid skimpy outfits of yours. You're a little slut but you're my slut, understand kitten?"

"Y-Yes-yes-yes-so-good don'on god don't stop" You slurred out, as he rammed into your pussy, the headboard denting the wall with each thrust, slamming your hips back against him.

"That's it. Fucking take it, Nast little slut, sitting in any mans lap, now look at you, huh. Look whose cock you're crying over lil mama, tell me whose cock your all soaked for"

"Yours sargent! all for-you" You panted while his sinful fingers moved to rub your clit, his pace growing sloppy, blinding pleasure starting to consume you both.

"OH FUCKKK I'm gonna cum!!" You cried out, wailing into the sheets, the vulgar sounds of skin on skin carrying through the room. Bucky moaned, fucking you harder, his head thrown back feeling your pussy suck him in deeper.

"Cum, cum on my dick, c'mon baby, give it to me, thats it lil mama, milk my cock-shit-i'm cumming!" Bucky let out a guttural moan feeling you squeeze and pulse around his cock, stilling his hips as he throbbed ropes of his spend into you. You both collapsed onto the bed, blindly reaching for each other with out saying another word, letting soft kisses and cuddles throughout the night do the rest of the talking.

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"Morning Sam-

"You both owe me money for therapy"

"Sam-

"You shut up before I pawn a piece of that arm"

"Sam-

"You went at it like rabbits"

"Sam-

"I think the bed almost broke into my room"

"Sam-

"I'm never calling you Sargent again, you've tainted the word for me"

"Sam-

"My ears have never been so violated"

Bucky smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you together. You giggled while Sam gagged in the background again (he 100% approves of you two together but he'll never tell Bucky that).

"Nasty fucks"

[storieswithvenus]

Babygirl - Tyler Owens x Fem!Storm Chaser!Preg Reader

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hey! i felt in the mood to write something somewhat wholesome so here we are! i’m really sorry if this doesn’t make sense x

Word count; 1096

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Growing up you had always wanted to chase storms, after experiencing your first tornado at the age of 7 with your mum the second month of you living in tornado alley.

Living in England before that you had never been exposed to the world of storms and what dangers come with it. As you grew up you watched many different storms and the havoc they caused. your senior year at school you had been out on lockdown due to an EF4 heading straight to your high school, that’s when you met Lillie.

You and Lillie have been the only two out of a group of 40 teenagers taking shelter in the hallway that wasn’t scared, frankly - you two were always ordered to put your head down in case the tornado hit because you two were trying to get a glimpse of the storm.

You two quickly became friends after that day, finding comfort in someone else who loved storms just as much as the other. while Lillie heading to college to get a degree in technology which you two could use to get close-ups of future storms - you went into meteorology. That's where you met your now husband and the tornado wrangler, Tyler Owens.

Tyler has caught your attention from the first time you walked into that lecture hall. His tall and muscular frame, dirty blonde hair, and green eyes caught the attention of all the girls in the class, many even tried their shot with him but were turned down and never showed their faces in that class again. Tyler quickly became the face of the class, everyone wanted to be him or be with him. which is why you were shocked when he asked you to be his partner for a project.

During that project you and him grew closer, you two learned about each other and what they could bring to the table in an actual storm-chasing group. At the time, it was a dream, the two of you were going into your last year. The thought of being in a team chasing storms all over was something you would have only dreamed about, because it couldn’t be a reality… or could it?

You and Tyler had graduated top of your class, and this led to getting the attention of many different investors who would’ve loved to work with the pair of you and build an empire. However, you and Tyler wanted to create this dream by yourselves.

You two worked endless jobs, bouncing from city to city to save up for starting this team. You were lucky that Lillie immediately nominated herself to join the group when you first brought the idea up to her when you two were studying together for a final. Along with Tyler's good friend Boone who wanted to be his right-hand man, along with the person getting all the good footage for the viewers.

After many years of working your absolute hardest and saving up all the money you could, you were able to buy your equipment. At first, you were live streaming to nobody, it was obvious the team was slightly disheartened by this and after months of nobody viewing the streams - you had all actually spoken of leaving the group and going separate ways. That was until one livestream someone joined, and coincidentally that’s when you got the first-ever footage of Tyler and Boone driving into a tornado and sitting through it.

In hours the clip blew up all over social media, and thousands upon thousands of people were tuning into the channel and subscribing. the next time you streamed the view count was at 16k. After a time, the team expanded adding in the valuable members Dexter and Dani, viewers, and sponsors pooling into the channel and eventually, you and Tyler confirmed your relationship.

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Bringing you to now, 4 months pregnant and barely showing. After telling Tyler the news of the pregnancy, he never left your side. Always getting anything you needed even if he had to drive hours for it and miss several big storms. For a while he let you join in the back of the jeep when he and Boone were driving into a tornado, now that you were pregnant however - you had to be miles away so he knew you and your baby were safe.

“Dani, this is the biggest storm of the season and he is planning on driving into it?” your voice was full of concern as you, her, and Dexter all watched the live stream on her laptop from the campervan. Watching the father of your baby drive head-on into a storm really made you anxious. You knew he knew what he was doing, but what if something went wrong?

Grabbing the walker from the front of the dashboard, “Ty? Can you hear me? Please stay safe, our baby needs her daddy home." Dexter and Dani's heads quickly turn to you, mouths dropped as they realize what you just said. Paying no attention to them you watched as the message went through to Tyler on the livestream, and watching his reaction was the best thing.

From when you first told him about the baby he said it would be a baby girl, and that he would be the ‘world's best girl dad’. So, when he heard the sex of your baby on the walkie-talkie, you watched as he and Boone went absolutely mental. You swear the jeep nearly tipped over from the amount of jumping and punching the roof of the car there was, Dani even had to lower the volume due to all of their screaming.

You didn’t have time to join in on the excitement before the tornado hit them head-on, leaning forward in your seat with anxiety, picking at the skin on your fingers as you watched two of the most important people in your life get shaken around while being struck inside a tornado. It felt like hours they were stuck in that position, not being able to move due to them having to be drilled into the ground beneath the car.

When the storm finally passed, you all had let out a sigh of relief. even after years of doing this - you still didn’t know when today was going to be the day it didn’t work and something bad happened to one of you.

As tyler started up the jeep again to drive away and join the rest of you back at the meeting point, he turns up to the camera facing him and points,

“That’s for you babygirl.”

[jealousmartini]

✦ My average schedule + Get ready with me on a random college day as an art student and an LOASS babe ⊹₊ㆍ👜

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Long ass post ahead

FYI!! We only have 4 days of college, so we get Friday off. My longest days in college are Monday, 11:15 am to 4:45 pm (depending on if we have tutorial first thing. If not, we will come in at 1 pm), and Tuesday, 11:15 am to 4:15 pm. My shortest days are Wensdays, 11:15 am to 3:00 pm and Thursday, 9 am to 12:30 pm. The days that are shorter than the others (mainly Thursday) are the ones that I prioritise focusing on extra work after hours. It is super important to me to use my Thursday free time for extra research/analysises/art work at home so I can so I can stay ahead and not fall behind in class

╰┈➤ " She's an overachiever " click here!

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GRWM! The longest day of the week, Monday!

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The goal is to get a bus around 10:25 am to 10:45 am in order to get to college at 11:15 am

[ 000 :: Getting up ]

✦ I wake up at 9:15 am and immediately make my bed because no one likes to come home to an untidy bed.

✦ And then my first favourite thing I do is wonder what I wanna smell like today, I take out my specifically scented body wash, 2 in 1 shampoo, hair gel, body cream, deodorant (preferably scentless), and perfume with the scent I chose and then I do my blanket affirming in my 15-20 minute shower. After the shower, I moisturise my body with my scented body cream, spray deodorant, and move onto my clothes.

[ 001 :: Getting dressed ] — estimated time 9:35

✦ I love dressing up. At this point, I do my best not to overthink what to wear because I know I will be there forever, making multiple outfits but never choosing one. So I focus on what style I'm going for and pick out my clothes, always being mindful of the colours of course and then put them on

✦ Next I decide wether or not I want to wear make up (more times yes than no) but before I do my usual make up look, I quickly do my skin care routine to protect my skin and then I do my cutesy girlie make up all while affirming my blanket affirmations

✦ And then I move on to do my hair. Because I have super curly hair, depending on what style I want, it takes a bit of time to manage. So I usually settle with doing something simple like brushing my curls out into a fro and then putting it into a bun or puffs, or I leave my curls defined and either leave my hair down or put it in a bun, space buns or a tail type which usually takes me 10-15 minutes, taking us up to 9:55-10 o'clock.

✦ But if I'm feeling ambitious, I'll straighten/blow out my hair and do a straight hairstyle. I usually go for bantu knots, spikey buns (my signature half up, half down), pigtails/ponytails, or leave it down. Doing this would take me around 15-20 minutes, taking us up to 10 o'clock to 10:10.

[ 002 :: Breakfast time ] — estimated time 10:00

✦ It's always important to start your day with a satisfied stomach, which is why I always make sure I know what I want to eat for breakfast and if I want to eat a lot. Once I've made my breakfast, I like to look over the work I have already done on my ipad to see what more could be added while I eat.

✦ I try not to eat too slowly or take too much time doing tiny bits of extra work because I still need to brush my teeth and get my bag (which is always already packed). When I have finished my food, brushed my teeth and got my bag, I should be at the door by 10:30 to 10:45

[ 003 :: Ready to leave ] — estimated time 10:40

✦ I don't live far from my bus stop, so it usually takes me around 5-6 minutes to walk there, and then around 25 minutes to get to college on the bus.

✦ But sometimes my man best friend drives to my house to pick me up and then we both go to college together. I don't know which one I prefer the most to be honest but going by car is definitely a lot quicker (given that there isn't any traffic) and I just love beening in the presence of my boyfie bff

[ 004 :: College hours ] — estimated time 11:15

✦ Hurray we arrived on time! Looking delicious and smelling delicious. Now it is time to get to class and get a load of work done like the overachiever I am.

✦ Lunch time comes around and I leave the classroom to the couch area where my (girl) best friend is waiting for me. We chat and eat and chat some more until it's time to part ways back to class.

✦ Another more than generous amount of work gets done be me and my two super cool art besties, I'm sure the same can be said for the rest of the class but this isn't about them rn.

There's five people per table in my class, but only two tables in the middle have the ten of us, the other 3 tables are empty because we're a small class but I sit along side my two good classmates on the left side. We are very attentive, concentrated, and skilled art students. We always check up on each others art and written work, giving each other ideas and such. We are even jokingly referred to as "competition" by two of our other classmates (im not a fan of those two but it is what it is)

[ 005 :: Home time ] — scheduled time 4:45

✦ Sometimes, college can be grueling. Especially on Mondays. So to be able to have a close friend group to reunite with after the last hour of college is so so comforting. ESPECIALLY WHEN ITS AUTUMN/WINTER SEASON because it gets really dark in the late afternoon very quickly and I always prefer to go home with company in these seasons.

✦ I take the same bus as I did to college back home with my friends, usually right after getting a snack together and because we are a group of four (six if i include boy bestfriends sister and her boyfriend), none of us have to worry about strangers sitting next to us.

The bus drive home is always relaxing and in my opinion fun too.

[ 006 :: Arriving home ] — estimated time 5:10

✦ First day of the week done. Time to unwind, clean up, eat, relax and sleep. As soon as I get back home, I love to have a quick gossip with my mum about my day and get unready with my best friends of face time

There's this very common belief that you always have to talk of face time, but that's not all ways true. Me and my friends just like to have each others presence in silence, occasionally being nosy every now and then about what's for dinner, what's on TV and that's about it. Nothing more nothing less and its perfect that way.

I inform my friends I'm off to get a shower, I like to use my scentless soaps and body creams for bed time or maybe some light essential oils like lavender, I get out and throw an oversized T on because I don't like sleeping with bottoms on, yank my pink bonnet over my curls, slip my feet into some fluffy pink sliders and whatever I choose to do with the rest of my evening is random and spontaneous depending on what I'm in the mood for in the comfort of my home that I manifested ♡

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જ⁀➴. And that's my average GRWM/schedule of a random day on a random college day as an artist and an LOASS babe ⊹₊ㆍ♡⋆₊˚⊹ I dunno if you could tell but this was secretly a vault lmao

[angelbaby-fics]

Christmas Lights

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Nat takes you and Wanda to look at Christmas Lights while your Daddies work on a surprise

A/N: In addition to requests I've also been working on whipping up some seasonal treats for you guys!! This was an idea I had while driving around my own neighborhood & fantasizing about my dream house with my dream caregivers 💕 Enjoy! 🎄🦌🎅🏻

Your breath fogged up the glass of the window, your chest heaving with anticipation as you scanned the driveway for any signs of Nat’s car. She was coming over tonight to drive you and Wanda all around the neighborhood to see the Christmas lights. This was one of your favorite parts of the season, it delighted your heart to see all the different displays people put up. Some houses were covered in traditional lights and garlands, some had big inflatable characters and even animatronics, and you’d heard a rumor from Peter last week that one house even had fake snow blowing around this year. Usually it was your daddies driving you around, Bucky would put in a CD of 40s Christmas hits and sing along while Steve chauffeured you around town, but when Nat offered to bring you along with her and Wanda, you were just too excited to turn it down. 

Just as Nat’s headlights turned into the driveway, Bucky scooped you up into his arms. “Woah, not so fast kiddo!” He laughed. He’d been watching you the whole time, waiting for the perfect moment to spring into action and swaddle you up in your winter coat. 

“Nooo don’t wanna wear it!!” You cried out, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, but of course Bucky was much stronger. 

He pulled the coat over your head, muffling your protests in the fabric. Your little head popped out of the hole like a frowny jack-in-the-box, and he kissed your pout. As soon as you were free from his grasp, you sped off towards the front door that Steve had just opened, zooming out into the cold evening and straight to your best friend. You and Wanda hopped up and down with excitement while Steve stepped out to talk to Natasha. “Thanks for doing this Nat.” “Of course! The more the merrier. Hey Buck!” Nat waved at Bucky who returned the wave with a smile as he leaned nonchalantly in the front doorway.

“We should be all finished up in two hours, do you think you can keep them up for that long?” Steve asked, looking over at you and Wanda to make sure you couldn’t overhear his secret plan.

“You know those kids, they can keep each other up for hours. Just text me when you guys are ready.”

Steve smiled at Nat, then headed over to you. 

“Alright sugarplum, we’ll see you back here in a bit!” He said, picking you up to strap you into the backseat of Nat’s car, but you jumped out of the way at the last second.

“Wait daddy!” You shouted, sprinting back up the front steps of your home and into Bucky’s arms. “Bye Baba, I love you.” “I love you too, babydoll.” Bucky kissed you on the head once more and squeezed you tightly before letting you go. You trotted back over to Steve and now let him carry you to the carseat. Just as you had with Bucky, you hugged your daddy tightly before he sat you down into the seat, and he kissed you on the head like Bucky had as he strapped you in. 

“I love you, daddy.” “I love you too, angel. Be good for Auntie Nat, okay?” He asked, and you took your mission to heart. 

You smiled at Steve and Bucky who stood waving at you from the porch as Nat began to drive away, and felt a little pit in your stomach at the realization that they wouldn’t be joining you in your Christmas tradition this year. Just as soon as you’d begun to feel it though, Nat caught your attention from the front seat. “Alright you two, I have a surprise for you, but you have to behave!” She said as she stopped at a red light, using the moment to reach into the back seat and hand you and Wanda each a large candy cane. 

“Thank you mommy!” Wanda giggled, and you both rushed to unwrap your treats. 

“Mmm… thank you Auntie Nat!” You smiled as the sweet peppermint hit your tongue. 

The car wound through neighborhood after neighborhood, driving all over town from end to end. You and Wanda stayed nearly silent in the backseat, save for the occasional exclamation of wonder as your eye devoured the most delectable displays you could imagine. Brilliant lights in every color of the rainbow illuminated the homes, some even had creative projection shows and music blasting from home speakers. At these houses, Nat would turn down the Christmas radio station and roll down the windows so you could hear what the houses were playing. 

You were nearly beside yourself with excitement when you found the house Peter had been telling you about. Big machines hidden behind wooden cutouts of Christmas trees blasted fake glittery snow in swirls around the yard. Nat let you and Wanda out of the car to run around and try to catch it in your mittened hands for a few minutes, and you were actually glad that Bucky had made you wear your coat for once. After you and Wanda wore yourselves out, Nat strapped you back into your respective car seats before continuing the light tour.

You didn’t even know how long you’d been out, but it must have been a while since you’d heard Last Christmas play on the radio at least three times by now. You stifled a yawn, you didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but it was soon going to become evident to everybody that it was past your bedtime if you didn’t get home soon. Luckily, a ding from Nat’s phone echoed over the music, and your energy perked up as you realized you were starting to drive back into familiar territory. You were too small to really understand directions and streets, but the big trees and houses you strolled past with your daddies on your afternoon walks let you know you were almost home. You adjusted in your seat as you turned into what you thought was your driveway, but you realized you couldn’t see your house. At least, you couldn’t recognize it at first. You were blinded by bright glowing golden light. Blinking once, twice, you tried to focus before realizing the light was in fact your house after all. Nat put the car into park and shut off the radio, and you could hear the massive wreath on the front door chime with jingle bells as your daddies stepped out onto the now lavishly decorated porch to greet you. 

See, when Nat had offered to take you out that night, Steve and Bucky realized it was the perfect time to surprise you with some Christmas lights of your own. Usually, Bucky would put up a few garlands around the front door and lights along the roof, but you’d always fantasized about having the most amazing house on the block, and now you had it. Thousands of lights glittered down the pillars of the porch, a bright green wreath hung in every window, ribbons trailed along the rooftops, and a family of animatronic golden reindeer stood grazing in the yard. Every tree on the massive property was covered from trunk to tip with lights and ornaments, and giant figurines of your favorite characters dressed in their holiday best stood to greet you with smiles. Your daddies had turned your home into a winter wonderland. As Nat undid your seatbelt, you couldn’t get out of the car and into your daddies’ arms fast enough.

You were too stunned to speak, though you didn’t need to. Your gratitude was expressed in your bright eyes and ecstatic smile. You didn’t need to say thank you, your breathless laughter was enough as you threw yourself into Steve and Bucky’s warm and waiting arms. It was only mid-December, but you could feel this was already the best Christmas ever. 

[bigwishes]

I'll take the protein bar!

You take the protein bar, biting into it and tasting how nice the cookie dough flavouring is...but nothing happens....

On your way home from the gym you feel you are starving, you need to eat something and so you pull into a drive through and order two meals. Eating them all in your car on the way home you didnt notice yourself growing with every bite. Walking in the door you B line to the fridge like youve never eaten before. You pull out your entire container of yoghurt and before you can notice you've eaten the whole thing. The sound of ripping frabric fills the air but you almost dont notice as you put a frozen pizza in the oven. 40 minutes and half your fridge later you notice how tight your underwear is and you finally notice your freakishly muscled body.

Pulling the wrapper of the protein bar out of your pocket you read the label "convert 100% of calories in a 24 hour period into permanent unremovable muscle" Realising how difficult it was to move your body you dread what getting bigger than this would feel like.

You come to the conclusion that fasting until tomorrow was your safest bet...

and hour later you were on your knees eating straight out of the fridge watching and feeling your body become more of a freak show with every bite.

If you didn't have the will power not to take someone else's snack why do you deserve the will power to stop yourself from turning into a freak?

[secretobsessionstuff]

it’s so good to have you back! i have an idea for a potential future blair fic. what if blair comes down with a nasty stomach virus compounded with a migraine while on a road trip to somewhere important with dakota? maybe she thinks it’s just a migraine and then well.. shit gets real *no pun intended* haha. it doesn’t have to be a road trip, if that doesn’t inspire anything for you, but maybe somewhere where she can’t get away that easily? no worries if you aren’t interested and if you are, take your time! 😊

Thanks for the no pressure! It helped a lot as I try to get back into this. I wasn't sure if the "pun" meant no scat lol, so there's just emeto. I hope it's okay...don't know how I feel about it. Maybe typos maybe not...but probably typos.

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Blair thought her headache would fade once they left her parents’ house. Seeing her extended family for Easter was always a joy, but she could do without the noise from the little ones. At first, the squealing and giggling upon finding an Easter egg was cute. Inevitably, the happy laughs turned into fits of crying and tantrums when the celebration was over. Though the children weren’t happy to be leaving, Blair had to admit she was looking forward to a silent car ride home with Dakota. 

Two hours into the four-hour drive, and her headache had morphed into a migraine. She succumbed to the pain a while ago by leaning the passenger seat back as far as it would go. Her sweater lay over her eyes to block out the daylight. She wrapped her arms together in an attempt to sooth herself, but it was Dakota’s soft voice that did most of the work. 

“Is it just as bad?” he asked, brushing a hand over her knee. In times of crisis like this, Blair liked to kick off her shoes and sit cross legged. Maybe if she made herself smaller, the pain would shrink as well. 

But no, the pain pushed against the walls of her body. Hey eyes threatened to explode from the pressure; her belly whined to the beat of the blood pumping in her ears. Misery loved company, so her head seemed to have invited her stomach to join the party. 

“It’s getting worse,” she mumbled and shifted uncomfortably in the small space. The bumpy ride did nothing to ease her aches. Every bounce and turn jostled her like Jello. She imagined her brain jiggling against her skull in time with her roiling tummy. “Can you go slower?�� 

“Gosh, babe, if I drive any slower, we might make it home by Christmas.” Dakota’s eyes squinted in the sunlight. Keeping his eyes on the road hardly mattered when they were going 40 in an 80, and there were no other cars along the country road. He set the cruise control to the snail-like pace so that he could give his fiancée more of his attention. “If I hold out my arm like this, you can lean against me.” 

Blair just groaned and sat up straight in the seat. The sweater fell from her face, making her wince at the harsh light. At the same time, the car rolled in and out of a pothole. Her stomach rose in her throat. “Really? You couldn’t have gone around that?” Her tone was as acidic as the liquid that burned her esophagus. 

“I’m doing my best, Bee.” Dakota took his hand off her leg. “I know you don’t feel well, but don’t get mad at me just ‘cause I’m the only one here.”

That hurt. Not as much as the sword through her head, but it stung nonetheless. “I’m sorry,” she said, miserably wrapping her arms around her midriff. “I just feel sick to my stomach, and this bumpy ass road is not helping.” 

Dakota opened his mouth to provide comfort, but Blair was not finished. 

“And the sun is so fucking bright, and what is that horrible smell? It’s like burning rubber.” Blair pouted. “Why does everything in the universe hate me?” 

Dakota gave her a lopsided smile. “Well, I’m in the universe and I don’t hate you.” 

Blair scoffed and cracked a small grin. “Stop being adorable. I’m dying here.” She had to admit, his joke allowed some tension to ease off her shoulders. She wasn’t alone and everything wasn’t terrible. There were many things that were terrible, but her partner was not one of them. “…Thank you.” 

“Aw, you know I just want you to feel better.” Dakota reached his hand out to rub her belly. “I’m sorry this migraine came at such a bad time. It’s making you feel sick?” 

She nodded. “The nausea is bad this time. Usually I can ignore it.” 

Dakota must have let the Easter bunny take the wheel while he scanned her face. “You do look very pale. Are you going to throw up, you think?” 

She shook her head, then immediately regretted the decision. “I hope not. I’ll try to fall back to sleep so that doesn’t happen.” 

Ironically, it was the nausea that kept her from sleeping. The pain in her head swelled with her bloated belly. All that chocolate coated her insides in a thick layer of gooey slime. When she began to burp, the taste of Terry’s chocolate orange made her gag. 

Blair was alert now. With wide eyes, she clamped a hand over mouth. She forced down two more burps or else she knew Dakota’s car would be ruined in seconds. “Babe—” she began, feeling a tightness in her throat that pinched her words “—Pull over. I need to be sick.” 

Without hesitation or issue, Dakota brought the car to a stop. "Wow sleep did not happen, eh?"

What a stupid time to ask a question.

Blair threw the door open with just enough time to lean over and burp wetly over the ground. She gagged, bringing up a small wave of vomit. It was mostly coffee from the afternoon. The bitter flavour clung to her tongue, but it would not stick around for long because there was much in her stomach to get up.

"I'm right here," Dakota said with a hand on her back. "You're okay." Blair leaned further out of the car with the next heave, nearly falling onto the grass. He caught her arm. "Oh, maybe you're not. Hold on, I'm coming around."

He turned off the car and jogged to the other side. Luckily there were no cars with them on the road. If Blair wanted privacy, she picked the right place to lose her lunch.

Her lunch was fertilizing the grass. Hopefully the open field would thrive on half digested chocolate, coffee, and cubes of cheese that were no longer in the shape of cubes.

She coughed and burped in between waves. "Ugh, Kota, help..." She reached out for him and allowed him to help her out of the car. They staggered like drunken lovers until their knees met the earth.

"I got you." Dakota held onto her shoulder and pulled her hair away from her face. "You're doing good."

"...my head..."

"I know." Dakota kissed her forehead. His lips met unexpectedly warm skin

"...my tummy..."

"I know." Dakota did not lean down to kiss her tummy because the organ chose that moment to convulse again. He heard a gurgling sound in Blair's throat before she pitched forward and heaved a mostly-liquid bout of sick onto the ground. Dakota rubbed her back. "Oh my Bee."

Blair fed the flowers one more time, shedding tears from the force of each retch. The vomiting released pressure from her head but did nothing to ease her belly; it only reinforced the ache that dwelled in her gut.

Dakota's lips still tingled from the heat of the kiss. He knew then that he had to get her home fast. They would need to go much faster than they had been, but at least a bed would be waiting. Blair couldn't suffer like this while on the road.

The universe agreed that Blair should not be in the car.

When Dakota went to start the car again, the engine gave a mighty good try, but failed. Dakota swore under his breath and spared a glance at Blair who still sat in front of a puddle of sick in the grass.

"No, please, no." He took the key out and tried again. "Come, on come on."

The engine tried, and tried, and...nothing. It was just as fatigued and sick as his girl. He called the doctor for only one of the patients.

Defeated, Dakota returned to Blair's side. By the looks of it, she hadn't thrown up again. He sat down next to her with a dejected sigh. "I have bad news."

"I heard."

They both sighed and sat unmoving on the grass. Blair's gaze was lost in her thoughts or maybe her pain. Dakota's gaze never left her. Her red cheeks, grey lips, and dark eyes worried him. He reached out silently with the back of his hand to touch her forehead.

Blair looked up at him with glassy eyes. "More bad news?"

"Yeah." He scooted closer to her and kissed the side of her head. "Remember when I got an infection while camping and got a really bad fever?" Her expression told him that she remembered, though not fondly. "This might be something like that, at least until the tow truck arrives."

"I knew the migraine was different this time. I just don't understand where this bug came from."

"You were around children all weekend. What do you expect?"

• • •

Blair slept in the backseat of the car while Dakota kept watch. She put her head in his lap and tried to ignore the gurgling in her tummy. Again, Dakota came to the rescue and gently rubbed the warm skin of her belly.

He wasn't sure how long he traced circles and lines over her stomach, but it was long enough for the sun to begin setting. He made a game out of spelling different words with his fingertips. In invisible ink, he wrote words like 'love' and 'Blair' and 'dildo'.

Occasional gurgles emanated from her belly. Dakota worried that Blair would bolt upright and tell him to pull over as if the day would repeat itself. But she stayed asleep. Her expression softened in her slumber.

Amazingly, she only woke up when Dakota moved to greet the tow truck driver. With the plan settled, he returned to the car.

"Honey." Dakota shook her awake. "We're going home now."

By the time Blair came to her senses, the car was ready to be hitched to the truck.

This was bad. Blair paced along the road, bitting her nails. She watched the car be lifted partially off its wheels. This was very bad. The driver spoke to Dakota and then went into the truck. Very very bad.

Sleep was good, but her belly did not like being awake. Suddenly the nausea came rushing back. The headache was gone, but the virus had nowhere near run its course.

"Babe, you ready?" Dakota called. She did not move. He came closer. "Honey, are you alright?"

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head. "I'm going to throw up in the car. I can't. I feel really sick again."

"Okay, okay, no worries." Dakota tried to calm her down. "I'll explain the situation to the driver and he'll understand."

Something wet and horrid squirmed in Blair's stomach; it was the dread of driving in a gross truck while feeling like this. But it was also the very real bug that filled her throat with nausea.

"Please don't make me do this, Kota." She covered her mouth to hide a wet burp, but she could not keep the moan from escaping. "I don't feel good."

She was losing colour by the second. Dakota felt like he was approaching a timid animal. "Okay, we can wait. It's fine."

"I don't like this. I don't wanna--urp--throw up again." She paced with her hand glued tightly to her mouth. Her legs shook and her back spasmed with the need to lurch forward. She felt the gag rising from the pit of her belly.

Dakota touched her arm. "Baby, just let yourself be sick. The man can wait. And if you need to throw up in the truck, just do it. I'll tip him well."

She shook her head.

"I'm right here. Nothing bad is going to happen." He started to gather her hair in his hand. "That's it. Lean over. I've got you." She moved her hand away and retched emptily. It was like her belly was shy as well. "Let it happen, Bee."

Maybe it was Dakota's hand on her back or the fact that she wanted this day to be over, but Blair gave in to her need. She relaxed her muscles just long enough for them to squeeze tight once more when the sick came rushing out of her mouth.

"Good job," Dakota said. "Five stars. Encore."

Blair gave an encore, not that she could help it. She would not have given it five stars.

In the end, Dakota's encouragements are what saved the day. She felt secure enough in her tummy to get in the tow truck. Dakota did indeed explain the situation just in case, but it was not needed. Nor was the bag needed. Thank God. The truck had three seats in the front. Blair hid herself behind Dakota who took the middle. It was a long drive, but a clean one.

"I'm sorry this happened, Blair," Dakota said softly when they were five minutes from their house. "How are you feeling, now?"

"Better maybe." She squeezed his arm. "Thanks for being the one thing in the universe that is right."

[nuri148]

Distances in AoT

Or: Yams has no idea of geography and the relationship between distance and travel times in AOT makes no sense.

PART TWO: GEOMETRY AND PONIES

In the first part, we’ve seen how freaking huge the distances between the main districts of the Walls are. Here is a summary:

Center-Sina: 250 km

Sina-Rose: 130 km (Center-Rose: 380 km)

Rose-Maria: 100 km (Sina-Maria: 230 km; Center-Maria: 480 km)

To go from a District to the next on the same wall:

Along wall Sina: 393 km (352 if cutting in a straight line between the two)

Along wall Rose: 597 km (537 in a straight line)

Along wall Maria: 754 km (~720 in a light curve, as straight line not possible)

Here’s a summary of the shortest distances (combining radius and chords) between districts:

(I’ve only put the most frequently mentioned in canon)

Throughout canon, we see the characters moving between a handful of Districts. To the iniciated it may look like said travels are a tad too fast considering the means of transport that they use. It’s okay. The insta-travel effect has been seen in every other epic fictional world, be it the Middle Earth, Westeros or Narnia. And we’re willing to suspend our disbelief. But AoT has a crucial difference in that sense.

We’ve been told the exact distance between the walls. In kilometres, not some fictional or obscure, ancient measure unit. Suspending disbelief does not come easy when the numbers are exact.

It’s like when you’re watching a movie, and the hero has only 10 minutes to get to the bomb before it detonates, so he races through the streets of, say, Paris, and they go from the Louvre, to the Arc de Triomph, wreck havoc on a market along the Seine, rush through Montmartre, around the Eiffel Tower and skid to a halt when the car crashes in front of the Opera. And most people will be ok with that, but the few millions who live in or know Paris are like... Nope. That’s not possible. Not even with 007’s Aston Martin or the Batmobile. That makes absolutely no sense. It’s ten times worse if the hero is running.

Well, guess what, the Survey Corps do not travel in the Batmobile.

The Survey Corps travel by horse. On longer expeditions, they also have horse-drawn carts.

Now, if you fill up the tank of your BMW and pad your butt, you can drive the 480 km (road distance) from Berlin to Ansbach in about 4:40 hours without traffic. That’s not stopping for anything other than traffic lights, and using some of the best highways in the world. That’s an average of 102 km/h. With normal traffic, you could do that in 5:30 hours, averaging 87 km/h. That’s how long a badass modern car would take to go from Mitras to Shiganshina.

But, and this may come as a shock, a horse is not a car.

First and foremost, a horse cannot ride as fast as a car. As per the Publicly Available Information from canon, “The stable horses used by the Survey Corps are selectively bred (...) and travel for many hours without complaining. (...) Their top speed is between 75–80 km/h, and they can maintain a swift 35 km/h gallop. The horses are tenacious, able to maintain a fine speed of 20 km/h even when pulling a carriage.”

For one good thing in all this mess, numbers are in accordance with real horses. And I have no problem accepting that the SC horses are the cream of the crop when it comes to speed and resistance, like our fastest horses and most resistant horses combined. But horses, I repeat, are not cars.

Cars are machines. Horses are living, sentient beings. They cannot fill their stomach like a car a gas tank and run at top speed until it empties, rinse and repeat. They need food and water. They need shoes. They need bathroom stops (they can shit while walking, but they need to stop for pee). But mostly, they need rest. Horses can and do die of exhaustion. (And given that SC horses are super expensive, you don’t want to work them to death.)

A horse can maintain its maximum speed for only 3 km—4 for a race champion. That’s the maximum length of horse track races, actually. After such a sprint, they need to rest for a while. So even when dodging titans, you won’t do so at top speed – you just need to be faster than the enemy. Obviously, the slower the gallop, the longer the time it can be maintained, so sprinting at less-than-top-speed will allow to dodge more titans.

When you’re just travelling from point A to point B, then, you won’t waste the precious energy of the horse in a sprint. Those journeys would be made at a lower speed, for the faster you make the horse go, the more, longer stops it will need to rest, catch its breath, eat and drink. Likewise, if the horse is carrying weight, it will go slower and need more rest. Long distance horses can only cover 50–60 km per day—And before someone says endurance competition horses can run over 100–160 km in a day... that is not the same as 100 km per day, in the same way marathon runners don’t do 42 km per day; they do them in a day. The day of the race. After training specifically for that race. Then they rest for a few days. Horses are the same. Moreover, long distance endurance races have mandatory vet checks along the way to see that the horse is able to keep going. And if you have an expensive horse and no vet every 20 km to check it, you will take care not to push it, lest it collapses midway and the titans eat you.

So, considering SC horses are specially bred for endurance, we can safely equate them to long-distance working horses of our world; I’ll assume they’re the GOAT and can cover 60 km per day.

But wait! I hear some of you say. If they can go at 35 km/h, they can cover much more than 60 km a day! Er... no. Because they need to rest. They cannot trot at 35 km/h for 8 hours straight. They can’t even walk for that long without stopping to rest. Same as like Marathon runners never reach the same speeds as sprinters and middle-distance runners. 

Please note that this numbers refer to a single horse. You can cover longer distances, or cover a given distance faster, if you change your horse for a freshly rested one at given points. This is not an instant process: the new horse will have to be tacked and you’ll have to transfer the cargo, if any, from horse A to horse B (in AoT world, they cannot text the next station to have the horse tacked when they arrive). A convoy of several horses will be slightly slower and, I repeat, if there are carts, the whole convoy will be conditioned to the slowest cart (the horse/s will be slowed by the cart in the same way a car is slowed if you attach a trailer to it). In every rest station, the horse needs to be untacked and then re-tacked before continuing, same as hikers will put down their backpacks when taking a break.

For reference, The Pony Express, the fastest horse dispatch system ever, could cover 300 km per 24-hour day (they rode day and night). They managed to cover that much that by having a huge infrastracture that allowed the rider to change horses every 16-24 km, and pass the dispatch to another rider every 75 km or so. That’s 4-7 horses every 100 km.

So either AoT horses are more magical than My Little Pony ones or Yams cannot distinguish between a horse and a Ferrari.

Guess which one I’m betting on.

Side Comment: The Ferry

Talking about this with one of my fandom friends, she mentioned her bafflement that they didn’t use the ferries that we see in the first chapters evacuating people from Shiganshina to transport  themselves quickly from place to place. I thought she had a good point, so I looked into it. Thankfully for Yams though, I looked into this and it’s not really an option.

The steam engine is unknown in Paradis, so the ferries would have to be operated manually. (The publicly available info panel on the subject comes from the Lost girls OVA, so its canonicity is questionable, and it has contradictory info saying they are moved via wires along the river (as manual ferries do) but also that they are powered by the same gas as the VMG – which make little sense bc then you don’t need the wire and why not have a railway as well?). And the maximum speed a manually hauled barge can attain is not better than that of a horse. For a RL example, the fastest that horse-drawn barges travelling the Canal du Midi in the 19th century could reach was 32 hours for the 240 km ride... changing horses every 10km. Before that, it took four days. That’s 13 hours for 100 km – basically the same time it took the SC to go from Trost to Wall Maria in RtS, but without the possibility to change course if the road’s blocked or to dodge titans if they attack (and provided they had the fresh horses every 10 km, which they wouldn’t in RtS).

That said, I do think Yams totally forgot about the ferries.

Part 3

[madameaug]

Please don’t tell me jungkook or oc cheats because they just had a baby 🥲

Jungkook would never! If anything Jennette giving birth to little Peanut only enhanced is love for her.

Jungkook During the 40 Weeks of Pregnancy

Finding Out

Jennette didn't experience the typical signs of pregnancy. No morning sickness, no excessive weight gain, no mood swings. Nothing like that at all. She was perfectly fine. She was taking down the silver and gold Christmas-themed tree in February. Still in her festive onesie, Jungkook noticed something quite odd. An open jar of smooth peanut butter.

"You bought peanut butter?"

Taking a big lick from the spoon, Jennette nodded her head.

"Babe you can't stand peanut butter. You literally gag at the smell. Now your eating it straight of the jar."

"I don't know why, but I've been craving it. The smell isn't bothering me right now."

"Are you sick?" Jungkook placed the back of his head on Jennette's forehead.

"I'm fine."

Jungkook found that moment weird, but didn't harp on it. Maybe she was giving peanut butter another chance. Surely that was just the explanation. But it didn't stop there. More peanut butter treats arrived in the house in the next few weeks. Nutter Butters, Reeses Cups, and an unhealthy amount of peanut butter jelly sandwiches.

Jungkook watched in awe as Jennette ate her fifth Reeses in one sitting. The empty wrappers were piling beside her, as she watched an old episode of Martin.

"Jungkook I can literally feel your eyes glaring holes into my face."

"Jeanie are you sure nothing is wrong? Like you aren't hiding anything from me."

"I'm not sick, Jungkook. I'm not coughing, no sore throat, and no fever. I'm literally fine- stop asking."

Six hours later while Jennette was lying in bed, Jungkook lay on his back, deep in thought. The amount of peanut butter products Jennette had been consuming in the past three weeks was absurd. How could she go from gagging at the smell of the ingredient to finishing family-size jars by herself in three days. Jungkook needed to get to the bottom of this. Slipping out of bed, Jungkook went to the 24/7 pharmacy. He went up and down the aisles, hoping to find some fancy brand to explain the eating habits shift.

Tylenol?

Advil?

Metamucil?

No no no.

Soon enough, he found himself of the family planning aisle. In front of him were three rows of Clear Blue pregnancy tests. His heart skipped a beat as he contemplated picking up the pregnancy test.

Better safe than sorry.

The drive back to the house seemed longer, despite him going ten over the speed limit.

"Jeanie... Jeanie baby, wake up." He gently rocked Jennette awake.

"Go away." She yawned turning on her side. She nuzzled into her pillow.

"I need you to take this test for me."

"What test?" Jennette's cracked.

"Just take it."

Irritated, Jennette squinted as she sat up. She slipped her feet into her slippers. She headed into their shared bathroom beside their bedroom. There, she saw a pregnancy test on the counter. Her lips ready to fire off.

"Please just take it. I can't help but think this could be why you have been acting so different lately."

Closing the door, Jennette just went with the motions. Taking the test and peeing on the stick. She wasn't even anxious about the results in the slightest. She wanted to just get back in her bed, before her spot of warmth disappeared.

"Are you done!?"

Jennette washed her hands and opened the door. Jungkook had the edge of his thumb in between in teeth. A soothing habit he only did when he was highly anxious.

Jennette adjusted her bonnet slightly, slipping of her head. She went into her nightstand and put on her signature purple glasses. She couldn't read the test because of her astigmatism in both eyes. The lines would be moving too much for her to read the test accurately.

"See, look, one line." The thin second line arrived as she turned the test to gloat in front of Jungkook.

"Oh fuck."

"Wha-. shitttt." Jennette did a double take, seeing the positive pregnancy test.

Weeks 7-10

The next day Jeannette and Jungkook scheduled an appointment at the doctors office. She got her pre-natal vitamins and an official test done. They found out that they were seven weeks pregnant. The couple wasn't actively trying for a kid, but they were't devastated by the news. They were 29 respectively and could now use the next seven-ish months to prepare themselves for parenthood.

During this time they got their first sonogram. Jungkook was moved to tears and asked for several copies of the picture. One of them going in his car, one on the back of his phone, and the other in his night stand. The picture was so precious to him

It was only one time Jennette experienced morning sickness. She blames the vertigo spell for pushing her over the edge. She was doing perfectly fine, but when she was riding in an elevator one morning. She got nauseous all of a sudden. She told Jungkook, and he ordered her to take it easy for the rest of the day.

Weeks 11-14

This is when the nickname Peanut came about. Now, reaching the end of the first trimester, Jennette and Jungkook was looking at their developing child on the screen. Jungkook could point out their eyes, and tiny toes.

"Looks like this angel is gonna be on the chunky side." The OBGYN commented.

"Their so cute, though. Look at ‘em."

Moving around the wand on Jennette's small belly, they looked at all angles.

"What are they doing doing, doctor?" Jungkook wondered.

"Oh just sucking their thumb."

Jungkook gushed harder at the screen. "Look at our little Peanut."

Weeks 15-18

Time for the long-awaited gender reveal. Jennette and Jungkook opted to keep this moment more intimate. They didn't want a crazy gender reveal party. They were going to keep the gender of their little Peanut a surprise until she was born. But they still had to create a memorable experience.

Surprisingly both Jennette and Jungkook believed that they were having a baby girl. The April weather allowed for Jennette to wear a baby pink shirt and skirt set. Her bump was protruding more, especially from a side-profile perspective. Jungkook was wearing a pink button-up jacket. White t-shirt with pink pants to match. He found this really cute plushy online called 'Cooky'. It was a pink bunny, a perfect gift for the little girl he hoped to have.

"Are you ready to find out the gender of your baby?"

"Yes!" The answered at the same time.

Applying the cold gel on Jennette's belly, the doctor handed the wand to Jungkook. Allowing him to do the honors. He grasped the wand, eyes wide-looking for any declaration of the child's biological sex.

"Wait slow down, bug. Go a little more to the left." Jennette guided. The angle they were looking at they could only see her legs and stomach.

In a gasp of excitement, Jennette saw the outline of a labia majora. Stronger than she anticipated, she gripped Jungkook's shoulder and shook him.

"We're having a baby girl! OMG! OMG!"

“Peanuts a girl! She’s a girl! I’m a girl dad !!!”

Jungkook jumped up and down. The wand was long forgotten as it hit the ground. The OBGYN enjoyed watching the couple celebrate their baby girl.

Week 19- 22

Jungkook was very protective over Jennette's now obvious baby bump. Whenever they were out in public together, he walked slightly in front of her. Avoiding from touchy strangers, placing their filthy hands on her stomach. Only he could touch Jennette's stomach. His little peanut was inside, and he was obligated to protect her, and her mother of course.

On a lazy Sunday morning, Jungkook was playing with Peanut. Jennette was able to feel her kicking, and her moving around in her stomach. Her baby was quite receptive to her father's voice. Jungkook would stand on one side of Jenentte and speak. Watching the little imprints of hands and feet press against her stomach. Indiciating that Peanut was following her father's voice.

"Oh Toodles." Jennette jokingly tapped her stomach. Jungkook was coming closer to her, to do his daily quality time with his baby. She felt a flutter in response.

"Peanut. Come to me sweet girl."

"Ooo!" Jennette reacted to the sudden dart across her stomach.

"That may have been the fastest she's moved." Jennette paused in between her words. Her little Peanut was developing some speed, which always tired her. Even though she hadn't moved a muscle.

"Okay come to this side." And peanut did. Jungkook capturing the moment on his phone.

"I'm for sure showing her this when she's older." He snickered. "Okay I'm over here now."

Week 23-26

Jennette and Jungkook were sitting a frozen yogurt creamery looking at another sonogram picture of their little Peanut. They had gotten a really nice close-up of Peanut's face. Her lips and eyes were well-seen in the image.

"Peanut will be the first person in my family who is bald."

"Everyone in my family is born bald. Including me.” Jungkook commented. He dug deep into his camera roll finding an image of him when he was just a few days old.

"Oh-" Failing to hold in her laughter, Jennette's stomach shook with a violent laugh. Poor Peanut probably thought she was on a roller coaster.

"Most black babies I've seen were born with a head full of hair. It would explain why I don't have heartburn." Doing the same Jennette pulled up a picture of herself when she was a baby. She was born with a mini afro, just like her mother and her sister.

"But look I can already tell she has your eyes. I just know they are gonna be so pretty."

Jungkook agreed. "I make some pretty babies."

"I make pretty babies." Jennette emphasized.

"Can't argue with that baby." Jungkook took a scoop of Jennette's yogurt. "I hope she looks like you."

"I hope so too."

"Just because you said that, Peanut will look just like her daddy." Jungkook kissed her belly. His tattooed hand rubbed over the now darker vertical line running down her bump.

Leaving the yogurt shop, Jungkook and Jennette walked around the area, getting some exercise. Like an excited dad, Jungkook told random strangers he passed about his "twin".

"My twin is in there."

"She only has four more months left."

Week 27-30

Jennette is super clumsy. Don't hand her anything fragile that can break. She has butter fingers unlike ever before. Jungkook had to move the precious pottery to the top of the cabinets. No way would she step on a ladder to get it, so it would require Jungkook to assist you.

"Bug you up?"

Jungkook had a tough training session in the gym and was trying to take a cat nap on the couch. It was 2 am and he believed that Jennette had already been sleep.

"Huh? What's wrong? Peanut good?"

"Yes, she's good. A craving is just hitting me."

"Peanut butter is in the pantry. You can reach it." Jungkook pouted his lips, looking so adorable in Jennette's eyes. She felt bad for waking him up.

"But I kinda want something different. I'm sorry baby."

"Don't apologize. I got you." With one eye barely open, Jungkook got the sweet treat Jennette had been craving. Being the good boyfriend that I knew he would be.

Week 33-36

Peanut's baby shower was a busy affair. Jennette's side of the family flew out to Korea. Her parents, grandma, and her little sister Asia were all able to come. Jungkook's parents handled all the food matters for the party. Jennette was hanging up some decor on the walls.

Jennette felt as big as a house. She looked exhausted and greasy. New growth from her braids were taking over her scalp. The August heat was not making her feel any better. She was already constantly warm with a growing child in her belly. The external temperature of high 80s didn't help either.

It was smart for her to get dressed later in the day, as she would have sweated out her yellow sundress. Instead, she was in her comfy maternity shorts that were extra-large. Cream-colored stretchmarks ran rampant across the surface of her stomach. She hasn't been able to see her feet in the past month or so. She could only imagine what her feet looked like.

Jungkook came down the stairs. Blothes of paint on an old graphic T-shirt. "Baby, there you are. I have something to show you." Jungkook was cheery this morning despite the few hours of sleep he got. He waited at the airport to pick of Jennette's family before coming home around 2 am.

"Come look." Jungkook gently dragged Jennette up the stairs. He had been cooped upstairs with his friends for the last four hours.

"Voila!"

Peanut's crib was set up along the purple-colored walls. There were small animals along the wall. The purple went along nicely with the accent color of white. White flowers were thinly painted, creating a beautiful garden of flowers. Which all came ahead above where Peanut's crib was.

"Bug I love it!" Not wanting to cry, Jennette felt so moved by everything she saw. The nurse was so homey for their Peanut. The carpet was soft, a mobile spun slowly.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Jennette thanked Jungkook's friends, her Peanut's uncles. She would forever treasure the beautiful work that they did.

"Come on you need to get dressed. Guest will be coming in less than an hour."

Week 37-40

Jungkook is the type of boyfriend with labor emergency kits in every vehicle. So that no matter what car they were in, if they needed to drive straight to the hospital then they could. With Peanut arriving in less than a few weeks, Jungkook has become a lot more stressed.

He overreacts to any groan coming from Jennette.

"Was that a contraction?"

"Did your water break?"

"Do you feel her head coming out? Lay down, let me look."

Jungkook was getting on Jennette's last nerves. His pre-parental panic was cramping her style. She looked like a goddess. Afro out, wearing slightly form-fitting clothing. She was like Rihanna, making her bump an accessory with her outfit. Not hiding it under maternity clothing. She does several solo maternity shoots before inviting Jungkook to do a couple with her.

The afternoon of August 31st is when Jennette's water breaks. She was baking peanut butter cookies when a liquid trickled down her leg. Jungkook who was in the shower, wasted no time ushering his pregnant girlfriend to the hospital.

It was seven o'clock and Jennette was only four centimeters dialed. She bounced on a huge yoga ball. She did breathing exercises, and Jungkook was attentive the entire time.

Rubbing her back when requested. Holding her hand, kissing her forehead.

"You are doing amazing baby. I love you so much."

Jennette could FaceTime her mother for a couple of hours as she slowly dialted to eight. Her contractions were becoming closer together, and Peanut was slowly lowering herself into the birth canal.

"I don't think I could do this again." She huffed. She wasn't in pain but was in extreme discomfort. She couldn't get comfortable laying on her back. It just felt wrong.

"Whatever you say baby. Peanut is enough for me."

"Bug can you hold me up. I don't think I can lay down any longer."

Jungkook did just that. As Jennette moaned through her contractions, Jungkook rubbed her back. Trying to keep the hospital gown as closed as possible, he didn't want her ass out for any passing staff member to see.

"Thank you so much Jeanie." Jungkook was on the brink of tears. With the help of three other nurses, Jennette was lying on her back again. The doctor had declared Jennette at 10cm. She could start pushing, and her contractions were much closer together.

"AHHHHHH!"

"GET HER OUTTTT! NOWWWWW" Jennette tossed and turned her head. Her screams of discomfort broke Jungkook's heart. He didn't know what else to say but 'Thank you' and 'I love you'.

Jungkook held Jennette's hand for the entire twenty minutes she was pushing. Jennette's head hit her pillow with a soft thud. All energy left her body, as she watched the doctor hold Peanut in the air. Her lip was quivering with no sound.

"Why isn't she crying?" Jennette choked out, trying not to cry. The nurses didn't respond, wiping Peanut's face of all the mucus. Jungkook's eyes never left Peanut. Her little pink self. He couldn't help but smile and notice that Peanut was bald. Very little hair was on her head, but Jungkook didn't care. She was the prettiest baby he had ever seen. Bald or not.

The doctor smacked Peanut's bottom, eliciting a scream.

"Oh my baby." Jennette smiled, arms open, ready to hold her. Peanut was placed on Jennette's chest. Jennette nuzzled her cheek against hers. Loving the warmth Peanut radiated. Jennetted motioned for Jungkook to get in the bed with her.

"Come on, come hold her. Take your shirt off for skin to skin."

Jungkook was a crying mess holding Peanut. This was the same person scattering across Jennette's stomach as the sound of his voice. He was now face to face with his Peanut. Yeah Jungkook was crying real bad.

Her eyes were like Jungkook's. It was too early to determine her skin complexion as she was just different shades of pink and slight grey. Her nose and lips were like Jennette's. After being washed up and dressed she took a nap on her mother’s chest. Preparing for her baldness, Jungkook put on a gentle (non-squeezing) bow on her head.

Looking at the time, Jungkook smiled even harder.

"Guess it was fate for Peanut to be my twin."

"What makes you say that?"

Shaking his phone, Jennette saw the time.

12:28 am September 1st.

"You got your twin bug. You definitely got your twin."

Series Masterlist:

[hyacinths-in-a-storm-writes]

Day 8- Singing

(Azula x Ty Lee)

You can also read it here on ao3

A/N: Not my best work, but in my defense, I had school

“You ready?” Azula asked, tucking in a few errant strands. Ty Lee didn’t answer, trying to shake all the nerves from her body.

“I guess. I know I’ll be fine on stage, that muscle memory will take over, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling horrible.” 

“I’ve heard you play Ty Lee, you’ll do great.” Azula says, unusually gently, with a firm hand on her back.

“Thank you Azula, I know you’ll do great with your solo as well.” Ty Lee replied,

“Of course I will, I earned that spot.” she flipped her hair, cockiness returning. Ty Lee tried to laugh, but the bugs in her stomach started to turn making her feel nauseous and clammy.

”Come on, let’s go or else we’re going to get yelled at by the director.” Azula said, hooking her arm through Ty Lee’s.

~

The night went as well as expected, with minimal hiccups, and no heads ripped off. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and the toll of being in a constant state of panic for 5 straight hours was starting to set in. Ty Lee was yawning every thirty seconds, and tears were threatening to spill down her face. The thought of completing any homework was completely out of the question.

”Azula!” Ty Lee spotted her on the other side of the room, talking to Mai. Ty Lee nearly ran just so that she could rest her head on Azula’s shoulder. This was partially as a friendly gesture, and partially to rest her eyes for a few seconds. She felt Azula’s breath stop momentarily, and the air rush into her lungs in one quick motion.

“I suppose I should leave you two alone?” Mai sighed, in her signature monotone.

“No, I didn’t mean to interrupt you two.” Ty Lee assured, but Mai looked over her head, eyebrow raised. Ty Lee shifted to look where she was, but before she could, Mai shook her head, smiling.

“No it's fine, really I need to go talk to Zuko anyways.” She waved, and disappeared into the crowd.

“Why is everyone acting so strange today?” Ty Lee wondered out loud,

“What do you mean Ty?” Azula asks,

“First with you being nice in the bathroom, now Mai just up and leaving like that?” She realized how wrong that sounded and immediately backtracked,

“Not that you aren’t nice Azula, it’s just very- out of character for you.” Ty Lee winced, realizing that didn’t sound much better, luckily Azula just smiled at her,

“I get it, am I dropping you off today?” Ty Lee nodded, even more confused. Usually Azula would return with another snarky comment. She only answered so curtly to people she didn’t like, or didn’t know.

“Have I done anything wrong, Azula?” That definitely took her by surprise.

“What? No, of course not. What would possess you to think that?” Ty Lee shrugged, maybe she was reading too much into this, and Azula was just as exhausted as she was after the performance.

They made their way to Azula’s car in awkward silence. Zuko would probably drive back with Mai. Ty Lee shifted her in her seat, adjusting her bag and fidgeting with her fingers. She wasn’t sure why she was nervous, she had been alone with Azula before.

Maybe it was just because of the concert, after all she was fairly sure she missed a couple keys, and was way out of tempo for at least 40% of the song. Hopefully no one in the audience noticed it.

“You did really well today.” Azula commented, interrupting her thoughts.

“You think? I was pretty sure I messed up all of it. But you did really well, Azula, everyone clapped the loudest for you.” Ty Lee had been there when she practiced, but even still her jaw had been on the floor when it came to the real deal.

“Are you going to ask anyone out for prom?” The question caught her off surprise. Ty Lee hadn’t really even been thinking about prom, with all of the finals and college applications coming up. Azula had always been on top of all that stuff, and probably finished and mailed everything.

“I hadn’t really thought about it, I was just thinking about going with you guys.”

“That sounds fun.” The rest of the drive was in complete silence. Ty Lee fought the urge to check Azula’s temperature. It was a joke at first, but was she really falling ill? She pulled into Ty Lee’s driveway, which was unusually quiet. One of her sisters was always fighting for garage space or bringing their friends in and generally causing chaos. She sat there, car door open, basking in the rare moment of calm. The wind felt nice on her clammy skin.

“Thanks for the drive Azula!”

“Ty Lee, would you mind going to prom with me?” she replied, taking Ty Lee by surprise.

“I’m going with you to prom already?”

“I meant- as a couple.” Ty Lee blinked, mouth slightly agape, but before she could even open her mouth, Azula started to reverse,

“Never mind that, I’ll see you tomorrow Ty Lee.” but before Azula could leave, she grabbed her hand,

“Is that why you’ve been so weird all evening? Was it because you were nervous?”

“Well-yes of course I was nervous! Who wouldn’t be nervous?” Azula snapped back, but was smiling for the first time in the evening,

“I can’t believe it. The stoic Azula is nervous to ask me out?” Ty Lee mocked grinning,

“Ty Lee! You’re not helping.” Azula was laughing now, the awkwardness from the night lifting from their shoulders.

“I can’t help it. I honestly thought I did something wrong and you were going to platonically break up with me, or something.”

“Well, I’m not. In fact I’m doing the exact opposite.” Azula pointed out, “You still haven’t told me whether or not you want to go prom with me.”

“Of course I do, I thought you’d never ask.”

A/N: My goal is to finish this before the year ends

[jackles010378]

I can't do this anymore part 2........

(sorry it's taken so long 🫣)

Y/n pov:

You had been driving around for a couple of hours. Not going in any particular direction. Once you left your home that you shared with Jensen, you weren't sure where to go.

Your mind was swirling with so many thoughts, you needed them to stop. You hadn't realised you had turned into the parking lot of the bar where you met Jensen the night of your birthday. You parked your car and turned off your engine. Reaching into your pocket you pulled out the photo of you both. it was one from the night you met him, Jared had taken it with out you or Jensen knowing. You both looked so happy, it made you sad and the tears began to flow, you remembered that night as if it happened yesterday.....

2 years ago :

"i really don't want to go out Becca, I'm happy staying in and having movie night" you shout from your bedroom as you're being forced to go out and celebrate your birthday. "Oh come on y/n, we haven't been out in ages, and you only turn 40 once" Becca shouts from your living room where she was waiting for you. You really weren't in the mood for going out. You had just been dumped by your boyfriend of 4 years, finding out he'd been seeing someone else. You thought he was going to propose but no, for the last year and half he'd been sleeping with his secretary 'what a cliche' you thought to yourself.

After applying a small amount of make up, keeping your hair loose and cascading down your shoulders, throwing on a simple knee length green dress with a pair of flats, if you're being forced out you may as well be comfortable! You entered your living room giving Becca a small twirl "will this do your majesty" Becca laughed "you look gorgeous y/n, the men will be all over you" you snorted at that comment "no way, I'm not looking for anything, not yet" you grabbed your purse and headed out.

Arriving at the bar Becca had chosen, you saw a small booth decorated with banners and a few of your friends sitting waiting for you. You glared at Becca "what would you have done if I hadn't come with you" "well, y/n I would've got you here one way or another". You hugged your best friend and walked over to say hi to your friends.

Although you didn't want to admit it you were having a pretty good time. You heard the bell on the door ring. In walked two very tall and handsome men. You turned to Becca and grabbed her arm "Bec, am I seeing things or did Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles just walk in here" you couldn't take your eyes off them as Becca turned to look. She turned back to you with wide eyes " she was now squeezing your arm as hard as you squeezed hers. You both couldn't stop staring but soon averted your gaze when you caught Jensen's eyes. Those perfect green orbs, the ones you see in your dreams were looking at you. You smiled at him shyly and turned back to your friends.

About half an hour later Jared had made his way over to your table introducing himself and asking if he and Jensen could join you. You scolded yourself internally for acting like a babbling idiot but they still joined your little party. You were nervous as Jensen scooted in by you after Jared took the chair by Becca. You saw the look Jared gave Jensen with a little smirk 'Seriously he can't be trying to hook us up' you thought to yourself.

You didn't want to get your hopes up, I mean this is Jensen Ackles why would he be attracted to someone like you. You're just a normal person with a normal 9 to 5 job average body and average looks. They told you all about filming supernatural and the pranks they'd pull on each other. You were captivated with the way Jensen would tell you the stories. Jared noticed how he would only look at you when he spoke. He took his phone out making it look like he was texting but he took a sly photo of you mid laugh with your hand on Jensen's shoulder and Jensen looking straight at you with the biggest smile on his face.

As much as you didn't want to leave you remembered you had work the next morning so had to call it a night, it was only just after midnight but still you had an early start, so you said your goodbyes to everyone and went outside to wait for your Uber. You saw Jared and Jensen leaving the bar, Jensen walking over to you "we can give you a lift, if that's ok with you?" You could hear the doubt in his voice, was he nervous you thought to yourself. You told him that you had an Uber booked, when you saw him frown you told him you'd cancel it and accepted the lift off him and Jared.

You never imagined that your night would end like this, THE Jensen Ackles walking you to your door. You fumbled around for keys unsure of how to end the night. Should you kiss him, would he think you're being too forward. You both stood there not sure what to do. So you thanked him for a great night, he answered you calling you sweetheart something you'd always dreamt about. That gave you the courage to leave a kiss on his cheek. You felt his hands rest on your waist as your face aligned with his. Jensen cupped your face and lent in as did you, lips connecting with a gentle soft kiss. He broke away when he heard the honking on the horn coming from the SUV. He asked to see you again, so you put your number in his phone and told him that depended entirely on him. He kissed you once more before making his way back to the car. The very next day, you were extremely happy to get a call from him asking you out.

Present day.......

Your phone kept ringing in your pocket, you knew it was him. You knew he'd be home now and would have found your note. You loved Jensen so much, but the past couple of months you didn't feel as if you were good enough, skinny enough or pretty enough for him. You saw the photos on his socials of his very attractive co stars, you couldn't compete with that. It made you wonder what he was doing with someone like you.

Sure he invited you to the parties, and always tried to get you to visit the sets of the shows he was working on, but you would always make excuses to not go. You didn't want to embarrass him.

You felt he could do better, so you decided to leave him, it broke your heart but he could then find someone more worthy of his love.

At this point your phone had not stopped ringing. You took it out of your pocket and noticed you had several missed calls. Most of them off Jensen but also a few off Jared and Gen and a couple off Misha too. You saw all the messages coming through from Jensen :

J❤️: y/n sweetheart I'm not sure what is happening right now, all I want to know is that you're safe, please baby, I need to know your alright, where are you? xx

J❤️: just let me know you're okay baby please, I'm losing my mind with worry y/n please answer me xx

J❤️: y/n, one little txt, just so I know your okay please darlin xx

J❤️: I can't lose you y/n, please tell me where you are, I don't wanna lose you! I love you xx

J❤️: Baby please, please talk to me, I can't do any of this without you, please darlin. I just can't do any of it without you. Y/n answer your phone sweetheart xx

You let out a deep sigh, you knew you had to talk to him, you owed him that much. He was the sweetest, most loving man you had been in a relationship with. Guilt was setting in now, so you pulled up your contacts and hovered over his name. With a deep breath you hit the call button.

Ahhhhh gonna leave it there. So yeah seems like there will be a part 3 😂 hope you enjoyed this part 🥰

PART 3

@k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94 @stoneyggirl2

[thatsatricky1]

† 𝕽𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 † ‘Black polish’ chapter 𝟚

Synopsis: Y/n a once prodigy child, later on detective, finds herself working on the case of her brother’s murder, also a former detective himself. Leading down a long winding hole of crime, death, gore and mixed feelings she never thought would surface with all that was happening. Mixed feelings that should never even be entertained.

Pairing: Ateez Ot8 x AFAB (F) Reader

Genre: Crime, Horror, Mystery, Romance & Thriller.

Word count: 3,7k+

Warnings: undercover detective, slight violence, mentions of death, mentions of serial killing/murder.

Disclaimer: This does not depict an accurate picture of Ateez and this is strictly fantasy/fiction

Y/n resisted the urge to rub her eyes, her hat long forgotten which now rested on top of the desk she’d been working away at for the last forty minutes. Wrist and fingers now aching from the amount of flicking and scrolling she’d done watching old security footage, she watched, she replayed and then she downloaded before she moved on to the next thing that caught her interest.

Though she kept a close eye on the clock not wanting to gain any suspicion for lingering too long in the security room. Finally deeming she’d gotten enough to satisfy herself as she unplugged her thumb drive, moving it towards her currently ‘borrowed’ uniform.

Letting the thumb drive slip from her fingers, as it slid down her uniform shirt and landed snug, hidden away where others wouldn’t even think to look for something. Standing up, her knees cracked from staying still for a long amount of time, something her body wasn’t used to. Just sitting in an office and not going out in the field from time to time would be impossible for Y/n to do, that type of work was not in her books and wouldn’t ever be.

With nimble fingers she took her work baseball cap fitting it snugly back on her head, looping her ponytail through the hole pocket of it before making sure her facial mask was also adjusted in the right area to cover her lower face once again.

Casting one final look at the security screen before turning towards the door, her hand grasped the handle but before she could open it, the door was abruptly pushed inwards causing her to take a swift step back in order not to get it slammed in her face.

The face of her ‘work colleague’ appeared as he muttered a quick apology about nearly hitting her in the face with the heavy set door.

“Tell me you've finished checking all the security cameras in the area and that the security room is in working order. I want to go home.” The worker in his late 40s huffed out clearly more focused on the thought of his sofa, a ready made meal and shitty television show than his job.

“Just finished up actually, I agree with you. Home sounds much better than this shithole.” She agreed bluntly while moving to side step the worker.

The worker’s eyebrows raised as he turned his head to watch her walk out into the hallway not thinking she’d be just as fed up wanting to go home. He’d thought she’d be the type of young worker driven to do over hours to climb up the ranks.

“Well… I wouldn’t say it’s a shithole, they've got nice paintings… ah, wait for me.” The man muttered at first before mild panic set in, noticing her getting further away.

She was the one with the keys to the van after all, worried she’d somehow leave him behind. Jogging to catch up to her as he watched her walk, posture straight and ponytail swishing side to side with every stride she took.

The worker let out a few puffs of air having caught up with Y/n who waited for him at the elevator. She moved to cross her arms watching the older man take a few breaths of air, amused at the sight.

“You didn’t think I wasn’t going to wait for you, did you?” She teasingly asked, watching him fumble with his words only to close his mouth as she unfolded her arms, one hand waving in the air to dismiss his words showing she had only been joking while the other clicked the elevator button.

The two pleased to see the elevator had been on their floor as it started opening up, the worker had now caught his breath back and it seemed to be her turn for her breath to be taken, almost as if it was sucked right out of her.

The time she had taken to walk to the elevators with her ‘coworker’ also seemed to be the time it took for a certain pair of males to make their way back from the office and into the elevator, finished with their own business too.

Her coworker made his way in with no problem, causing her to relax her posture taking steps into the elevator politely bowing her head at the two other males even if every muscle in her body would have preferred to give a more violent greeting.

Stepping into the elevator Y/n ignored making eye contact with the two men instead turning to stand with her current work colleague and stare at the now closing metal doors.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa shared a glance at each other at the coincidence before their gaze landed on the two figures in front of them. The once already seen woman and never before seen man who most likely was a work colleague of hers.

“You’re new, so I’ll give you a tip. Our boss usually asks us all to go for a work dinner on the last week of the month on a Friday. Just go even if you don’t want to, it helps keep our boss happy to see everyone there.” The older man spoke looking over at Y/n.

Y/n turning her head ponytail flicking as she does so, tilting her face up slightly so he could see her eyes better only from his angle to see as she mulled his words over in her head. Obviously after today she would no longer be ‘working’ for their company.

“So it’s this week then.” She pointed out seeing as it was the last week of the month. Though she was conversing with her colleague she was still very much aware of the presence of the two men behind them.

“Exactly, I’ll send you the details, your name should be on the work list.” He confirmed with a smile thinking it had been easy to get her into going.

“The phone call list is for work related things.” She buts in with a frown hidden behind her mask, though it didn’t matter the number she’d listed down was not even in use.

“The work outings are work related.” The man huffed out before teasingly pointing at her claiming “I’ll be able to tell if you ignore the dinner meeting address text, just come it won’t be as bad as you think.”

“I’m busy this Friday.” Y/n shook her head looking forwards again causing the older man to let out a displeased whine as if he was the younger one between the two of them.

“Yahhh, just come what are you even doing on Friday.”

“Laundry, cleaning, oh and going out to eat with my ex colleagues.” Y/n replied with a sharp response taking a glance at his rejected face.

“Yah! Why would you go meet your ex colleagues and not go with your current ones.” The older man exclaimed, raising his arms in the air gesturing half-heartedly.

“I am messing with you.” She finally lets out moving a hand over to his shoulder patting it reassuringly causing the man to shake his head letting out a laugh that truly showed his age.

The elevator dingged as the doors started opening up four floors until the ground floor with a few people shuffling in.

Y/n’s hand slipping away from her colleagues having to step backwards in order to make room for the four new people, causing a bit of a crowd much to her annoyance at them just not waiting or deciding to take the stairs.

She was required to take quite a few steps back, her back feeling warmer on her last step, a frown settling on her lips once again realising just exactly why that was. In order to fit everyone in, personal space had become invalid. And unfortunately for her she was now being pushed up to the point her back was nearly flush with the person behind her.

From where she’d been standing at the beginning it could only be one person. Kim Hongjoong. Being in his space as she breathed in she could smell a faint smell of fruits mixed with maybe jasmine and a musky undertone. She straightened her posture so she wasn’t brushed up against him, intending on ignoring him.

They’d only gotten one more level down before the elevator stopped once again causing her jaw to clench, she swore if another person decided to squeeze in, instead of just waiting she’d have to hold herself back from shoving half of them right out the elevator doors.

The doors opened to reveal a man, most likely in his late thirties giving off an urgent vibe as he shoved his way in disregarding others. The woman in front of Y/n letting out a gasp most likely getting the brunt of it, slightly disbalanced as she took a step back.

Y/n taking a step back as well to avoid getting bumped into her, hand on reflex cupping the woman’s elbow that was unintentionally heading on a path towards her stomach. Letting her hand slip away from the woman’s elbow once she deemed it safe enough. The woman glanced back with an apologetic look but turned away when Y/n shook her head in a silent way of saying it was fine.

Seonghwa’s head cocking to the side, tilting as he watched her fast reflexes. Something he hadn’t expected for a security maintenance safety worker to have in her line of job. Eyes glinting at the fact, wondering where she’d gotten her reflexes from. Wondering if she was a fast runner too.

In the moment Y/n stepped backwards with no more space to go, her back bumped into Hongjoong’s front as his arm slipped around her waist in an attempt to make sure to steady her balance, even if Y/n’s balance wouldn’t be so easily impaired from that.

Y/n didn’t speak a word to Hongjoong nor removed his arm, it was too crowded to cause a scene, and if she opened her mouth it would likely not be for long as her fist ached to land a punch anywhere on the man currently holding onto her.

Hongjoong glanced at the back of Y/n’s head noting her ponytail was still just as neatly tied back, placed through the baseball caps hole, not a hair out of place somehow managing to do so even with the work she had done today.

Taking in a silent breath noting how with her this close he could smell tones of a familiar amber floral scent, Jean Paul Gautier Scandal Le Parfum, expensive taste. Hongjoong being a hobbyist when it came to perfume and colognes.

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow in wonder if the woman had splurged on her latest pay check or how she could afford such a perfume. The current market for such a perfume is going for an easy 146 in cash. Then again he wouldn’t argue seeing as the woman had a good taste in perfume.

His hand absentmindedly tightening around her waist, though not by much as it was still loosely laying across her abdomen. His eyes flickering up to the numbers on the elevator noting they were nearly on the ground floor.

As the elevator doors finally opened to reveal the ground floor reception desk, clear in view. Everyone started to get out of the elevator, Y/n’s colleague being the fourth last out.

Y/n’s hand slipped along Hongjoong’s arm. Fingers feather light as they grayed their way along, his eyes watched enamored on the way her chipped nail polish managed to still look good on her, trendy even. Though that ended as he watched her hand slip over his own, her chipped black painted nails clashing with his freshly black painted nails for a second before she dug her nails harshly into his hand.

The harsh feeling of her nails digging into the flesh of his hand was opposite of the way she gently pushed his arm fully off of her waist. Nails leaving his hand as if never being there in the first place as she moved out of the elevator without a glance towards him.

Hongjoong’s hand automatically moved to touch his other hand where angry red marks were already forming, a reminder that she’d touched him and it wasn’t just his mind playing tricks on him with her interesting yet brutish action. Thumb absentmindedly brushing over the reddened skin.

“What an enigma.” Seonghwa commented as the two stood still standing inside the elevator.

“Jean Paul Gaultier Scandal Le Parfum.” Hongjoong replied back, staring out the open elevator doors.

“Expensive taste.” Seonghwa hummed in return, eyes casting down at where Hongjoong rubbed at his hand.

“Delicious taste.” Hongjoong added eyes shutting slightly pressing his thumb into the angry red marks as if to relive the short sharp pain he’d received just a moment prior.

Seonghwa doesn’t respond this time silently moving his hand forward, halting the now closing elevator doors that ran on time, not sensing any other person departing, halting its movements as it pushed back open.

Hongjoong also finished with the conversation as he took a large confident stride outwards finally letting go of his hand, pocketing it instead into his washed out jean pocket. Seonghwa, just a step behind him.

“You finished up that case pretty fast Ducky.” A low voice spoke up from the doorway.

Ducky was Y/n’s assigned nickname at the office that she’d received from her work colleagues since she’d always followed her older brother around step for step in the time she was an apprentice. The nickname stuck much to her displeasure.

“I always do.” Y/n hummed in response, not looking up from her computer, fingers typing up paragraphs without her eyes leaving the screen, no need to look down at her keyboard having memorised the feeling of where every key was. Not looking over at the person who’d entered her office, knowing full well who it was.

Gentle footsteps approached the desk before a soft thump of something landing beside her keyboard, only then did her finger pause from typing. Eyes, slightly reddened from staring at her screen for a while, glanced over at the male hovering by her desk.

“Why are you in the office so late, Min?” She softly called out, scanning him from head to toe.

Mingi was wearing casual clothes meaning he’d just stepped into the office. His hair parted in the center, wearing white sneakers, blue jeans, a grey hoodie with his bag slung over his shoulder and his glasses hanging off his hoodie neckline.

“Just thought I’d stop by, you usually end up here late at night to finish off paperwork and I thought this might help you get by.” Mingi replied softly, hand moving out to tap the white plastic lid on top of the take away coffee he’d grabbed her on his way there with his pointer finger.

“And yours?” Y/n asked another question raising her eyebrows slightly at the lack of a second coffee. His lips breaking out into a grin as he shrugged.

“Drank it already on the way here.”

“Of course you did, thanks Min.” She hummed out grabbing the coffee, having to stop her eyes from fluttering at the warm sensation tingling her fingers from the coffee. Moving it up to take a small sip, not being able to help closing her eyes this time as she let out a soft hum at the delicious caffeinated drink.

Mingi watched with an amused smile before moving to stand behind her leaning down scanning the document she was typing up about some case, though it didn’t seem to be too interesting.

“Where have you been heading off to lately by the way? You seem busier than usual.”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Y/n retorted, placing the coffee filled paper cup down, turning only her head as she stayed seated, head angled up slightly to look at Ming’s face who in turn looked away from the screen and gazed into those eyes of hers.

“Private matters have been keeping me busy Ducky, your turn.” Mingi whispered out, feeling it fitting to lower his tone at their proximity and with the time of night.

“I’ve just been taking on more cases.” She hummed back, voice also lowering as she turned to face her screen once more, typing away again.

Mingi’s eyes never left her face, almost missing her eye contact yet her side profile was just as good.

“That’s news, any specific reason for that? Looking for a promotion finely?” Mingi asked as his eyes finally left her face to glance at how her fingers nearly blurred at the speed in which she typed, noting how her black nail polish had started to chip away, when had that happened? Yesterday? Today?

“If I was looking for a promotion Min, I’d already have it.” She shut down his question straight away with that blunt nature he’d always found amusing.

“If it was anyone else saying that it would come across cocky, little Duck.” Mingi couldn’t help a small laugh escape his lips.

“Mingi as much as I’m enjoying our conversation. Either pull up a chair and sit next to me or head out. You standing behind me like a looming giant is distracting.” Y/n blurted out, still typing away not wanting to be distracted, Mingi’s shadow was casting a shadow over her screen, a clear distraction in her opinion.

“Looming giant is a new one.” He pointed out but complied with her request moving away to sit on the opposite side of the desk sitting down in a brown leather chair snagging the coffee cup as he went.

“I’ll stay for a couple of minutes to keep you company, but then I need to go home and greet my beloved bed for a somewhat decent sleep.” He quipped before taking a sip of her coffee nose scrunching the slightest at the taste of her very specific coffee.

He had no intention of going home once he left the office, he had a late meeting with the others soon, something Y/n would never know about, let alone the whole office of literal detectives he worked alongside with.

“First off Mingi, we both know it’s me keeping your lonely ass company and second off, don’t think I didn’t see what you just did.” Y/n points out still whispering compared to how Mingi spoke at a normal tone not forgetting to point out the fact he’d drank some of her coffee.

Mingi let a smirk make its way onto his lips even if she wouldn’t see it due to her focus being solely on the screen raising the cup to take another sip this time longer before speaking. Only now noting the feeling of stickiness from her lip gloss sitting on the rim off the coffee paper cup against his own lips, not minding it.

“I paid for it.”

“So what, the leaders think someone is trying to sniff us all out?” San queried eyebrows furrowed as he leaned back lazily into the black velvet sofa.

“No, not necessarily. We always get people poking around where they shouldn’t, whether out of pure curiosity or by accident. This will pass as usual.” Hongjoong dismissed the mere thought of someone poking their nose where they shouldn’t, they’ll be dead by the end of the week most likely.

“If the meeting is not about this, then what is it about?” Wooyoung asked, sitting on the floor in front of San leaning his back against the other's legs.

“You, apparently.” Seonghwa replied for Hongjoong, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

Wooyoung pointed at chest in confusion as San pushed the hand back down after only two seconds of it being raised.

“No about our group dynamic, not just you.” Hongjoong put more context into Seonghwa’s words as his eyes were trained on his hands where he was picking away at his black polished nails, chipping it.

Everyone sitting in silence waiting for Hongjoong to continue.

“Nothing to worry about, everything is running smoothly. However, that being said, I wanted to remind everyone to continue being careful and don’t get sloppy or you’ll all end up like Kim Do.” He warned out casually as if he was just talking about a normal thing like gardening yet in fact he was talking about murder.

Yeosang scoffed as he sneered out “No one can be as messy as Kim Do, that man was destined to get caught.”

“It’s just a reminder not to let our guards down Yeosang.” Mingi called out tiredly, the coffee and a half he’d drank, unfortunately not having helped the tiredness that was evident in the way he held himself and the tone of his voice.

“Exactly Mingi, with that you’re free to do as you please unless someone has something to say.” Hongjoong tried to close the conversation but left room for it to continue if necessary.

Mingi hummed as he glanced over at Hongjoong, eyes zoning in on his leader's nails where he’d been chipping the back nail polish off of. A little duckling came to mind at the sight.

“I wonder if he smelled like burnt toast or maybe rotting meat.” Wooyoung joked out causing San to grab at his hair giving it a harsh and unforgiving tug at the unhelpful comment. Yunho made a noise from the back of his throat at the others' words.

Everyone ignored them as it ended in a playful scuffle that was a little more violent than an average friend's type of play fighting. Most took their leave besides a few who stayed to lounge around for however long they pleased.

“Still thinking about a certain worker?” Seonghwa voiced out to his leader.

Hongjoong not flinching since he’d felt the dip against the black velvet couch before Seonghwa had spoken, eyes staring down at the now faint line marks, unfortunately she had not broken skin.

“Order it.” He bluntly responded.

Seonghwa did not have to ask for context as he picked up the tablet that had been laying on the finely crafted glass table, fingers typing away searching for a bottle of Jean Paul Gaultier Scandal Le Parfum, choosing the largest bottle without much thought.

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LMAOO OKAY IMAGINE 40s!BUCKY (like tfa stark expo version) MAGICALLY TELEPORTING TO MODERN DAY, and Sharon’s bitch ass is hanging all over him, flirting hardcore, and is absolutely thrilled bc he’s actually giving her some attention. BUT THEN HE SEES THE READER AND IS LIKE “oh wow who is THAT” and leaves her alone to go woo the gorgeous dame. I can picture her face getting all red and embarrassed and upset. And Sam and Nat and Tony are in the background giggling.

GOD I LOOOVEEE THISSSS 40's heart has my heart cause this blushing soldier would be such a perfect mix of devilishly handsome and adorably shy.

-

"Shit" Tony huffed watching his time portal experiment start up and fail for the fourth time in a row while Bruce continued to medal with the dials, resetting the machine once more. "Why does it keep doing that"

"Give it a secondary power source, there's not enough juice with the first one"

Tony nodded, rummaging through a pile of knick knacks on his desk, grabbing a vial and adding it to the generator.

"Alright, set the timer to 19:00 hours and 40 in the past. Let's see if we can just travel to yesterday first before messing with going back years" He snorted, as Bruce punched in the time before hitting the start up button. The machine started to rumble before growing hot, the dials and buttons spinning and clicking on its own, parts starting to pop off.

"Oh shit!" Tony ducked under the table, shielding himself from getting knocked out as the portal grew more powerful, a force filed growing, knocking down things around the lab.

"What the hell did you use as a power source?!" Bruce yelled over the high pitched whizz the machine started to make, blinding light filling the room before disappearing, leaving a cloud of smoke in its place.

"I don't know, I just grabbed something that look like it'd fit" Toy shrugged between coughs as the smoke dissipated, squinting when he realized the platform wasn't empty.

Someone was standing there.

"What the hell..."

Blinking with bright blue eyes was a young soldier, dressed in a fresh, clean and pressed uniform, looking like a lost puppy while Tony and Bruce blinked in both confusion and amusement.

"Banner what the hell did you do with the timer?!"

"You're vial set everything into over drive, it must've recalibrated to 1940 instead of a couple of hours ago!" Bruce threw his hands up while the younger version of Bucky stared at the lab with child like wonder, his eyes twinkling as if it were Christmas day.

"Holy shit..." He breathed out seeing the vast technology, his mind still reeling over what was happening. One minute, he was on his way to see Steve and take some girls dancing and next thing he knew, he was sucked through a loop.

"Dear God-alright, uh-Barnes?" Tony waved the soldier over, mentally debating on what to tell him.

"Mr. Stark? It's-it's an honor, sir" Bucky shook Tony's hand before standing tall before him with his back straight, ever the bright eyed Sargent. Tony scratched his head before letting him take a seat, figuring honesty was the best police.

"Sargent. This may take a while"

-

Bucky understood bits and pieces of what Tony explained to him while getting a tour of the compound, the common room being the last place for him to check out. The team alternated between greeting and secretly cooing over the adorable young Bucky while also simultaneously laughing at Tony. At the very least, the billionaire was lucky the actual Bucky was away on a mission with you and Steve; there was only so much he could handle in a day. The soldier decided to hang back in the living room with the others, happily chatting away with Sam and Nat.

Then there was Sharon

"Hey Soldier" She winked, giving him a smirk causing the young Bucky to blush, throwing her a flirty smile right back.

"Nice to meet ya' doll" Bucky drawled out making her giggle, his lip catching between his teeth when she flipped her hair back.

"Aren't you sweet" She whispered, her heart beating a little faster when he moved towards her, his sweet baby blues gazing down at her intently. She'd tried a million times to get Bucky's attention before and he didn't look at her twice. She wasn't about to lose her chance with the new one.

"Look whose talking" Bucky chuckled back, his naturally flirty nature taking over with ease, after all it would be rude for him to ignore her.

"Someone's gotta protect him from this randy she goat" Sam whispered while Nat snorted, watching the two of them continuing to flirt, Sharon's hands toying with the buttons on Bucky's uniform, making her way up to brush his collar.

There was no way she was going to just let the gorgeous soldier go.

The machine wasn't fixed any time soon so Bucky was given a room to stay in. He loved the feeling of modern day sweats, looking cute as ever in some comfy joggers and a cotton tshirt, his fluffy cropped hair always neatly brushed and face shaven.

He was a Sargent after all. He always looked his best, even in lounge clothing.

There hadn't been a day where Sharon left Bucky alone. She clung onto his side, practically crawling up his leg day in and day out while the others side eyed the situation, keeping an eye out for the innocent Bucky.

"So, what's a soldier like you doin' without a girl, hm?" Sharon teased, pressing her hand to his chest, loving the way Bucky flirted back with her while the both of them sat in the common room with a movie playing in the background. Tony, Nat and Sam glanced at each other, quietly watching from their place in the kitchen while the blonde continued to giggle and blush, running her finger's through his hair.

"How do you keep your hair so soft, Sargent"

"Well, I- woah"

Sharon frowned when the soldier stopped talking half way after something- or someone- caught his attention. His eyes grew wide, a classic boyish smile appearing on his face when he saw the prettiest dame he'd ever laid his eyes on walk by the living room, making his heart flutter.

"who was THAT" Bucky stared in awe, seeing her stretch her arms up, still in some type of modern tactical suit, rubbing sleep from her eyes and yet she was still one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.

"Uh-excuse me" Sharon's face twisted watching Bucky stare are you like a love struck puppy, nearly jumping over the sofa so he could run and talk to you. He didn't take his eyes off you, practically swooning when he saw you pack away the gun from you holster.

"Huh-yeah, sorry-" Bucky mumbled, still focused on you, unbothered by the way Sharon's face was now red with embarrassment, seething at what he was doing.

"Look at this guy, he's not even hiding the fact that he's staring at y/n" Sam snorted while Tony and Nat snickered, watching the young Bucky watch you with heart eyes, "Aw man, he's got it bad"

"Hey y/n, looks like someone's got a little crush on you" Nat whispered, discreetly nodding to the living room. You nearly squeaked in surprise, seeing a very very young version of your boyfriend sitting on the couch, taking peeks over at you whilst ignoring the blonde who was still fighting for his attention.

"Tony, you did this, didn't you" You sighed while Tony smiled proudly, now fully invested in how all this was going to play out.

"I'll explain later. Go wash and change and you can talk to him"

As soon as you were out of the kitchen, Bucky scrambled to the group, cheeks tinted pink, bashful as ever, looking at the three smirking faces, wiggling their eyebrows at him.

"See something you like, soldier?" Nat prodded while Bucky nearly giggled, nodding.

"Who was that" He asked in earnest, truly curious to at least get your name.

"That would be y/n. I'll introduce you once she's back down. You might be her type, y'know" Sam winked knowing damn well he was your type. After all you were technically already dating. Bucky bounced on his heels, waiting patiently while Sharon huffed, refusing to move from her spot on the couch. You made your way back down after a shower to see an exited Sam and a shy Bucky along with a smug Tony and Nat.

"Y/n, meet young Buck" Sam smiled while you held your hand out, swooning at the way he shook it gently, throwing you smile few got to see, one he had when he got butterflies in his belly.

"Nice to meet you Sarge"

"Pleasures all mine, angel" Bucky whispered, leading you off to the living room to talk to you more, offering you a seat, wondering if you wanted anything to snack on or drink, forgetting Sharon's existence entirely. Sharon nearly opened her mouth to say something, immediately shutting it with a satisfied smirk seeing the other Bucky walk in followed by Steve. Hopefully he'd see his girlfriend was a cheating whore, flirting with someone else even if it was him from the past. Her brain wracked itself in hopes that this would all crash and burn while Bucky frowned the closer he got.

"What the fuck Stark" Bucky scrunched his face walking in on some punk flirting with his girl, only to realize said punk was a younger version of him.

"Relax, I'll fuse you two together" Tony shrugged while Bucky's face twisted again, grumbling when his younger self kissed you hand again, pulling you up for a dance while fumbling with a phone he'd just managed to figure out.

"They're cute" Steve grinned, nudging Bucky playfully while Bucky rolled his eyes, smiling to himself a little while later when you caught his eyes, throwing him a wink. You laid your head against the young soldiers chest while he swayed with you, unaware that he was being watched by everyone else, in his own world with just you in it.

"You better fuse us together" Bucky hissed, narrowing his eyes when you giggled at something that was whispered in you ear; Tony snorted with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Why Barnes, scared of a little competition?"

Before Bucky could retort, Sharon was up and walking with purpose, stalking right towards Bucky.

"Y'know they're both flirting hard, right? Aren't you two dating?"

Bucky wordlessly stared at her while the others looked at her with confusion, the desperation becoming embarrassing.

"Sharon, shut up" Sam deadpanned while her mouth gaped open and shut before storming off.

"Back to what I was saying. Scared, Barnes?"

"You should be the scared one" Bucky sassed back, knowing exactly what his younger self was capable of; he knew that innocent boyish charm did wonders when it needed to. That being said, even his past self recognized real love, gravitating towards his one true soul mate after just seeing her once.

He watched the two of you continue to dance and whisper, the young soldier tipping your chin up, eyes flicking to your lips, his soft pouty pink lips so close to yours, leaning down so he could press a kiss so sweet-

"Alright that's it, punk get your hands off her!"

[kylestfs]

A new wild life Prompt given by yours truly, @idesofrevolution.

Mike, a 40 year old straight man, was really excited to go on his first hike on the Vancouver mountains. He had been preparing it for quite a while and had bought everything he needed for the long excursion it was. His plan was to sleep at a motel in the woods after the hike, he had paid for everything and was ready to leave his house the day after.

Mike woke up early, did his morning routine & was soon putting on his odorless size 8 running shoes to go to his car to drive to the mountains. He pulled up into the surprisingly empty visitors parking lot and was starting to get a little anxious. He had thoughts of him getting lost in the woods, or getting attacked by a bear, but still decided to go. After hiking for about an hour, he started to hear weird noises, as if someone was hiding in the bushes and following him, but he rationalized and thought to himself that it was just the wind. As the sounds became worse, so did the weather. It started to pour rain and it was getting really cold. He soon found a small, abandoned-like wood house. He knocked on the door to see if there was anyone inside since he saw lights, but decided to enter anyway after no one answered.

The little wood house looked like someone hadn’t lived in it for months, but there were still apparent signs of someone taking a little care of it, such as lights, a camp fire etc. There was an old, teared up leather couch in the middle of the living room, with a box on it. Mike tried to move off the box but really wasn’t muscular or strong enough, so he just sat on the ground looking at the rain pouring, and he soon fell asleep. He was woken up by a sound of a door screeching, and saw a human looking hairy, tall creature staring at him. He immediately screamed, but was stopped by the loud sound of thunder. The creature walked up to him and sat next to Mike. He was petrified and didn’t know what to do. He was feeling dizzy, as clouds began to flood his mind and he soon couldn’t see anything and only heard the rain pouring.

Mike began to feel the weirdest, strangest sensation of his life while he couldn’t comprehend what was happening. The creature was soon slipping his hot, hairy and foul-smelling body, slowly and carefully into Mike’s. All of Mike’s memories were slipping into the creature’s mind and were about to be changed along with his body.

The Bigfoot started by slipping his foul-smelling size 30 feet inside Mike’s, which resulted in his feet growing & changing. They grew, so much that it was completely tearing up his size 8 shoes. His feet sprouted thick veins and were becoming moderately hairy. They finally stopped, ending at a huge size 16. The creature had it so his feet would smell horrible, a heavy, cheesy scent would soon coat Mike’s feet and no amount of water could make the unpleasant stink go away.

Mike’s legs were next, the sensation of the Bigfoot's legs slipping into his clouding his mind even more. His legs became more muscular, hairier, and more attractive. He began to grow taller until he reached an over-average impressive height of 6’3. Manly Tattoos sprout all over his legs.

Bigfoot was done with his legs and feet and was now focusing on Mike’s butt cheeks. Mike had previously a really flat and unattractive behind, but that was going to change. As his buns became bigger, stronger, fatter and more attractive. They soon grew to be two round, hairy watermelons that would bounce every time he would take a step and that would fart excessively.

Bigfoot was really happy with how it was turning out, everything was going great and he was doing what he needed to do. Mike’s lower body was almost done, the only thing that was missing was his crotch. His average member grew, becoming manlier and bigger, finally ending at an over average, uncut veiny 7.5 inches. His balls also expanded, becoming low-hanging hairy nuts.

Mike’s lower body was now done,

He did realize everything that was happening to him now, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He felt so.. relaxed, like he had always waited for this moment, and he knew that his upper body was next.

It all started with his stomach, his rather big and unattractive stomach shrinking, and hardening Into a nice, strong 6 pack covered with a brown pelt of hairs. His mind racing and becoming more and more in contact of the bigfoot’s. His flat chest started to push out, it was one of the weirdest sensations of his transformation and he was not ready for it. Mike's pecs were pushing out and rounding into two fat pecs, and his nipples growing into two big chorizos that anyone would dream to suck on. His arms were inflating faster and faster, growing from average sized to muscular, attractive, manly and big. That would be the definition of his entire body soon, though. As his arms finished growing out and changing, hair sprouted on his upper arms & his armpits. His armpits grew two odorous bushes that would be almost impossible to not be smelling if you got close to him. Mike’s upper body was almost done. The only thing that was left was…his head & face.

It began to grow more ovular than circular, growing bigger, and more chiseled. His face became way more attractive, defined and beautiful. Mike’s teeth whitened, his breath becoming much more smellier to accommodate the smell of someone who would only take care of his teeth by drinking water on mornings. His hair shortened a lot, it cut and buzzed until it was a surprisingly attractive buzzcut.

It was all done. He needed one thing and only one, his mind, his memories.

Memories began to invade his mind, going to the forests every once or two days, not liking the current society that he lived in, and being apart of the wild was now his true self, and no one could ever have a say in it. The BigFoot would now control his mind at 70%, and the 30% that were left was the knowledge of how to drive, use technology & talk with other people properly.

Mike walked back to his car, getting inside he threw the Air Freshener out into the trash, liking his manly, and rather horrible stink more than the industrial smell of it. A whole new driver was now behind the wheel. Here's Mike now, in his natural habitat.

Thank you so much for reading this story and I hope you liked it, if you need me make sure to PM me anytime and I will gladly answer.

[cosplayinamerica]

by Anna-Neko

Before all the endless online, digital everything, before FB and Insta, the “don’t u know how many followers…” & influencers nonsense, there was this man!

Kevin would take your photo, make small-talk & drop encouraging comments and make you feel a star! A former cosplay partner still fondly remembers how he would always know what she was cosplaying as! No matter how obscure! If he didn’t know the cosplay – he would ask about it! The interest always genuine. He seemed to remember everyone from con to con, and in later years when instead of running around he would set up a corner with a backdrop and do photos this way – he would jot down file numbers & email me full-size images after the event if asked.

So just a quick scene setting up. It is very easy to forget, but back then (1999 to maybe 2002~ish) there was waaaaay less conventions. There wasn’t an event happening every weekend, much less multiple events at same time! Digital cameras were not a thing. Well, obviously they existed, but your average otaku heading to an anime con might bring a cheap 35mm disposable camera (or maybe 3, if CVS had a multi-pack sale!).

Kevin’s FansView website was THE cosplay/cons site. He updated multiple times throughout the event, 2 or 3 times each day! There weren’t just photos of “hot people”, he tirelessly took photos of regular attendees, cosplayers of various ages and skill levels, guest & panel highlights…. If you weren’t lucky enough to be at the convention itself, seeing all his photos was the next best thing! In a few years we’d have con report galleries on Cosplay.com, Geocities and LinusLam …. but all these were _after the fact_, not during. Not quite the same, ya know?)

Even my mom knew his website, and during cons I’d call home during the weekend and she would excitedly tell me she was just on Kevin’s site and saw my photo!

Like, seriously…. we’d joke a con wasn’t a con until you either a) saw House of Anime truck in the parking lot, or b) ran into Mr Lillard.

Over the years there’s been all sorts of amazing run-ins with him. He would always make some jokes, and go above and beyond helping a fellow nerd – like the time my brand~new digital camera (in 2000! quite the expense!) suddenly died (6 AA batteries the monster ate) and he kindly tried to help me with both fresh batteries and advice, and when it looked like the camera wasn’t coming back he straight up took out his FILM CAMERA (again, this man was a pro! He always had a backup) and took photos of my cosplay and friends’, and handed me the finished roll

OR that other time my memory card was already full within literally first few hours of the convention (circa 2000, CompactFlash. Gigs? ha! Your PC might have 2 gigs hard drive and be a luxury. Memory cards ran in the Megabites) and this SAINT of a man helped by using HIS LAPTOP to let me clear out the card, email the zip file to myself then and there, and thus have memory space to take another 30~40 photos

or this Other OTHER time we were talking about shitty hotel hallway lights… And asked if he would mind popping with us outside real quick? He took the time to go! Outdoors into the sunshine! On the lawns by the hotel for a good 30 minutes! Thus giving us our first ‘proper’ cosplay photoshoot no less!! (freakin 2001, people!! pro~photoshoots or sheduling time-slots with an online-famous photog was not a thing. Not yet, not for another few years)

He made all us awkward weebs feel welcome from the get~go! Nobody had internet once left the house. No cellphones. Especially not a phone that could double as a hi-res camera. You came to the convention with a cheap disposable film camera, or none at all – hoping your friends brought one. Conventions didn’t have photo suites, no staff photogs… it was not a thing yet.

The other joke used to be “oh you’re at so-and-so con? Did you run into Kevin yet??” or “no no no, don’t change yet! We need to find Kevin!! You must be documented” (and if you had insane luck, you may even see that photo as convention cosplay coverage in an issue of Animerica months later!) For some of us, the only photos of those early costumes only exist because Kevin was there to take it.

#cosplayhistory

[leafened]

learned that the issue i have where i "go insane" and feel like my body and brain is on fire and can't sleep/ dissociate/become agoraphobic/ feel like I'm being tortured to the point that I have to boil my skin off in a bath or apply ice everywhere and scream/hit/claw myself/drive all night and sleep in my car to get a sliver of relief is because of something called Akathesia that is known to be triggered by tons of antipsychotics and bipolar meds as well as certain antibiotics and steroids.

the symptoms vary and the syndrome is notoriously hard to describe in words, but the one common description patients give is that they feel like they're being mentally and physically tortured. After Cipro last year I was so desperate I ended up soaking my feet in Epsom salts for 8 hours a day (magnesium definitely helps tamp down symptoms), and when I last had prednisone I by all definitions went totally insane the entire course and a while after the course was over. I dealt with this for years straight in high school, probably bc of antibiotics (varying intensity but often completely unbearable, i ended up suicidal and homicidal (typical for the syndrome)) and the most fucked up part is that I've been keeping bipolar meds on the table in case the mania comes back, but an estimated 20% of people end up with Akathesia from bipolar meds, and some never come back from it even after quitting meds. Antipsychotics are even worse, studies show 40-60% of patients on antipsychotics met the diagnostic criteria. and the symptoms just look like insane person shit, so basically zero chance your psychiatrist will work with you to quit them, they'll just up your dose or switch to a med that does the same thing. withdrawal actually makes the symptoms worse, so even if you do manage to quit, you'll probably end up with a prescription again

overall I had maybe 3 years since puberty where I primarily got only nighttime symptoms and only 1 year of no symptoms at all. looking back the Cipro+Prednisone I took 3 years ago for chronic ear infections probably triggered this resurgence, and I had to take Cipro AGAIN 2 months ago for a UTI (amplifying the episode frequency once more). I'm going to keep having those types of risk exposure my whole life and I already spend a good 1/5 of my time actively in an episode. I don't want to add to that

Bonus being I only discovered this bc I've been frequenting antipsych and anti therapy forums. Doctors do not care about people and want the mentally ill and other "problem patients" to die

I also wonder how many people w "slam your head into the wall" style autism are dealing with this. one of the most common presentations is a need for continual movement. I read a South African study a while back showing that therapeutic doses of magnesium+potassium (important to have both bc one uses up the other or smth in periods of stress, don't feel like looking it up rn) significantly reduced repetitive stress behaviors in autistic kids. But magnesium and potassium aren't profitable so why would the industry recommend them.