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Power Rangers (2017) costume team: Billy will have a cute blue sweater and Jason a subtle red flannel and Zack will be dressed in all black and Trini will have a yellow jacket and an iconic yellow shirt aND KIMBERLY WILL HAVE MULTIPLE PINK BRAS……. LACE, PUSH UPS, STRAPPY BRAS POKING OUT OF HER TOP AT ALL TIMES *intern in the background* maybe one of her tank top could be pink-  YEAH WHATEVER KAREN JUST MAKE ALL HER BRAS F U CKEN PIN K. I WANNA SEE SOME FUCKE N PINK BRAS IN EVERY KIMBERLY SHOTS. ALL. OF. THEM.

anonymous asked:

Unpopular fandom opinion that I think you'll agree with based on your fics. Iwaizumi is not always pissed off with Oikawa. Iwaizumi is not abusive towards Oikawa. They have a very close and long lasting friendship. Why would either of them stay together if their friendship was that toxic


I am so, so, so tired of all the joke posts and memes about how Iwaizumi wants to stomp on Oikawa, hit him, yell at him or just generally abuse him in other ways. Yes, okay, maybe a few of these were once “funny” in the very beginning of the fandom but it’s gotten to the point where Iwaizumi is mischaracterized as this brute and Oikawa is mischaracterized as this annoying brat. It’s not just a single joke, or here or there - it almost seems like some people just accept this as how their relationship is supposed to be?

Somehow their relationship (although in canon is described literally as perfect trust) is being portrayed as this disgusting, toxic, abusive relationship and I hate it! If their relationship were really so toxic there would be no reason for them to stay together at all.

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A Thesaurus of Bellies

A reference for writers. If this enables one more sentence of chubby fic, my job is done.

Suggestions very welcome.

Updated here on a dedicated page with way more words (and organization)


 ample  apple/pear  beefy  big  big boned  big frame  bigger  blimpy  blubbery  bulky  carrying extra pounds  chubby  chunky  corpulent  cuddly  dimpled  doughy  fattie  filled out  flabby  fleshy  floppy  fluffy  heavily built  heavy  heavyset  hippo  husky  large  meaty  obese  on the bigger side  out of shape  overweight  paunchy  plump  porker  porky  portly  pudgy  puffy  roly-poly  rubenesque  stocky  stout  thick  tubby  tubs  unfit  voluptuous well-nourished


 abundant   bloated         blob of    chunky  chubby  doughnut  flesh  full  heft   lush          mass  massive  mountainous       padded    plump     plush      rotund  round, rounded, rounded out  softened   swollen, swelled up  thick  wide 


 abdomen  beach ball  beer belly  blubber  girth  gut  middle  midsection    padding       paunch  pillow  pot belly  spare tire  stomach  tum  tummy  waist  waistline


biggest/fattest/fullest/roundest part  love handles       mound    muffin top  overhang  rolls, fat rolls, side rolls  shelf   stretch marks   swells of fat    underbelly


 balloon out  bounce    bow out    bulge out  bump  droop  fill out  folds hang  jiggle  overflow  poke out  pooch out  protrude  push  quiver  settle  shake  shelf  sink       soften   stick out  suck in  swell out  tremble  wiggle  wobble


 brush  drift over  explore  ghosting fingertips over  glide over  grab  hands sink in  knead  massage  pat  pinch  poke  push into  rest hand on  rub  rub circles /draw circles  squeeze  squish


 comfy  cuddly  cushiony   dimpled   doughy  firm  lumpy  mushy  pliable  smooth  soft  squishy  warm  yielding


 barely fasten  cling to  gape  outgrow  pop off  pull at  ride up   round out shirt  strain  stretch  struggle  tight  too small  wrinkle

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Geezus Christ, there is so much discourse over this one little picture. Well I have some friends who live in Japan and one of them was happy to translate this for me. 

The original text here is Illumi talking:


Which translates to. 

Yeah. It is not a big deal but today is Hisoka’s birthday, is not it? Congrats. 

Now this scene is limited to one screenshot which has cause uproar and chaos. I have been quiet and just watching the two factions mauling at each other. One side says, “This is a sign of TRUE LOVE.” The other faction says, “It’s just a gift.”


Like I am getting tired of hearing this same excuse over and over. The other faction sounds like a broken record. 

Hisoka this, Hisoka that.

Though this is just one scene and people are making a big fuss over it. 

From some research, I did and from what 2 of my friends who know japanese have told me. 

Bouquets are like a gift you give for housewarming, birthdays, celebrations. This includes roses. Though if you look with other birthday mobage cards such as these:

Now not just Hisoka got a bouquet or flowers for no apparent reason. Though the Mobage card games and other side media not related to the main story itself is kinda not canon. It would be me saying that the side games unrelated to the Yu-Gi-Oh! Main manga is canon. Like for example. 

Yu-Gi-Oh Duelist of the Roses

This game. 

Or this game.

Though from what @schwing-stars told me if you ware going to use Google translate to translate something someone wrote in Japanese then of course why are you using it to see if it is Japanese if you understand Japanese in the first place. There are many types of Japanese texts such as Kanji, Hiragana etc. Though depending on how you were raised in a certain region you dialect or use of the language may be different. Now everyone is the same. As one of my friends who is fluent in Japanese has told me. If you are trying to translate with a digital app it comes out funky. I myself have a hard time talking to some of my friends who know very little english and only know Japanese exclusively. Also, why do you need to keep pushing and poking about the roses? Roses symbolize many things.

For birthdays, celebrations, love or even for funerals. This is so stupid. It’s a stupid mini that doesn’t even relate to the manga. It’s like me saying all the DragonBallZ alternate universe side games are canon. Or every weird Yu-Gi-Oh! game what was made is canon. The animes are not even fully canon. They are adaptations of the manga. Just because a company that makes the anime or the games for a certain media. Doesn’t make it canon. 

This is not even about Hisoka anymore. In the manga he hits on Machi he hangs out with Illumi. It could be friendship or business. For me I see it as acquaintances. They know one another but not to the point where it is personal. It’s lets discuss how to get the job done and lets get it done. Though Hisoka is only doing it because it works in his favor as is Illumi. 

Also I rarely talk to @nomamiposts the person who talks to her more is either @schwing-stars or @deadxxxmoon , but from what Schwinging told me they started attacking Noma because her Japanese was not up to par with them? Like holy shit, I have to use a translator to know what Noma is telling me and google translate makes japanese text all funky during translation. Even Schwinging has to use it when talking to other people in different languages. So why are you using it if you know japanese like you said. I am just sitting here watching your faction fight and then watching schwinging and nomami fight. Over a stupid screenshot that is only Illumi saying, “Congragulations on your day of birth.”

I mean the people who made it just cut and paste the card artworks into this scene. Does it have great significance? No, it’s just a stupid scene on a stupid mobile game that is not even irrelevant to the real story. 

This story.

Not the anime or the games. The book. The manga the real thing Togashi wrote. Everything that is needed is in here. This is where I get my information from. Not the anime or games. No the manga. The stuff Togashi writes himself. Also, lets not forget.

This person right here. Is a SPIDER. Who is the brother of Illumi.

You know how Illumi acted when Hisoka asked if he could kill Killua.

Illumi went batshit crazy. Now how would he react if Hisoka killed Kalluto. He would go mad because family to Illumi means a lot to him. Hisoka knows where to hit people where it hurts and now Hisoka don’t give a fuck. He is not killing people on how strong they are and sparing them because they are weak. He is now killing everyone. Weak and strong because he is unpredictable like Togashi wanted him to be. People think he is a pedophile, they think he is gay, they think this they think that.

No he is not a pedophile. He loves to fight strong people. Machi clearly explained this after she left the Heaven’s Arena. He is his own man. He loves to fight. He believes he is the best. 

‘He believes he is the best.’

How do you prove this? By fighting every strong prick he deems worthy and sparing those he sees potential in. Such as Gon and his friends. This does not make him pedo. He doesn’t want little boy’s ass he wants the pleasure of the fight. It brings him pleasure knowing he might die or getting beaten to a pulp. 

Though both arguments aside from either factions are fighting wither Hisoka is gay or not. The thing is, I talked to many people about this. Even one of them who did block me and I her. The conclusion is. We don’t know what Hisoka is. We really don’t, but what makes me mad is some fans take it to the extent that they believe anything is canon. Sure the art that was made for the Mobage card game was made for the card game. Does it mean it is canon to the real storyline? No, it is just a game that was made to entertain the fans and to suck us for our money. 

So is Illumi friends with Hisoka? It’s hard to say. That still remains unclear. Are they hardcore lovers? No, but does it matter if the fans ship them even if they are not? No it’s their way of appreciating the media. Did Hisoka hit on Machi and ask her out? Yes, he did in the manga. One thing the 2011 anime got right was that scene, but not every scene in the manga was put into the anime. Even some things were done wrong.

For example the toy box scene. This represents the people he wants to fight and kill. Illumi is included in both boxes.

Anime: In the manga Machi is suppose to be Silva, but this was a mistake in this scene.

Manga: Though as you can see Silva is in the original scene.

Now this shows the extent that the anime is not always right. Some people I talked to about this. It did raise eyebrows, Machi is not in the toybox. If she was it would mean he wants to kill and fight her. Now for example this scene from Greed Island.

Anime: Hisoka asks Machi if he killed Chrollo what would, she do? Of course she said she would hunt him to the ends of the earth. Hisoka replies with a grimace, “I like the sound of that.”

Manga: Now for the manga this scene is a little more different. Since Anime’s are adaptations. They are not always true to the manga itself. This scene Hisoka is not even grinning at the thought of Machi coming after him. He is more calm and pleased with her answer.

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 but one thing I did notice further on into the manga. Is that this scene is then again references in Ch. 357. Though in this scene Machi is the one with the calm yet sad face.

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Now looking at the scene where Machi says she would hunt Hisoka down and where Hisoka said he would enjoy that.

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Now in these two pages, he is egging her on. He tells her if you want to find me come after me.

Now Machi did say she would go after him.

Though another scene where he pester’s Machi again is when he asks if she was impressed with his nen tactics. 

Anime: Though in the anime both dub and sub he asked if she was impressed with his tactics and also asking her out to dinner. While this differs in the manga. Though one thing that did stay true to Machi is her explaining how Hisoka is as a person. This scene is highly shown to not only explain how Hisoka is with his nen, personality and other little tidbits, but is also one of the highly recognized scenes between him and Machi which also points out to why would they even put him asking her out. They could have put Illumi there, but there did not.

Manga: Now here in the manga Hisoka doesn’t ask Machi out to dinner. He asks her to stay the night with him. When some men say this to some women. It does me stay the night with me or to sleep with me. Which is also said in the japanese version of the manga, but the translations can end up differently when converting to english.

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Translations: Now some places where people do read the english version of the manga can be incorrect as seen here. Different people translate from the same japanese manga, but some of the translations can be mis interpreted causing dismay and confusion among the fans. Which can lead to arguments. Now the Viz translation is the official one. While places like mangastream is done by people who volunteer to translate. They themselves are not doing it for the official manga. 

Which makes scenes like this.

When Hisoka asked Illumi if he could ‘Kill’ Killua.

Into something so great that the fans twist it into some big conspiracy where Hisoka wants to do Killua in the bum. Which is not true. The Viz translates it better then the 3rd party does. Now in this infamous scene where people believe Hisoka wants to do thing to Killua is where everything is misinterpreted. Hisoka asked Illumi if he can Kill Killua for the following reasons. Which is the most logical explaination. Not the outrageous I wanna get down with a child No, that is not right. Why do people think this is true? Cause a couple of fans said so?


One, to give away Illumi’s location. Hisoka says in his head. 

‘If it is possible to save Gon.’

He wants Gon alive so he can fight him. No Gon no big battle.

Two, It is to give a Killua a fighting chance to get Alluka to Gon to be aware that Illumi is following him. Which is why Hisoka wanted to change the map that showed where Killua was going so Illumi can go the wrong way. Though Illumi already had the map from another group of people he killed. Hisoka’s plan was there foiled. As Hisoka was hiding behind the tree listening to Illumi and Killua talking. Hisoka asks himself. To kill Killua to earn Illumi’s hate so he can fight him or to kill Alluka to earn Killua’s hate. Either way he was out only for himself during his time when he was trying to foil Illumi’s plans. He as not in it to help Illumi, but if doing so increases Hisoka’s own plans then he will do so. Such as when he helped Gon in the volleyball game against Razor. He didn’t do it for them he did it for himself to make Gon stronger so when he does fight him. He can watch him fall. Though another explanation is that Hisoka was just plan bored and wanted to buy some time before he reunited with the Phantom Troupe about the nen exorcist. Which is another logical reason to why Hisoka did what he did.

Also, to try to debunk the so call weird hand signs. Such as these.

People thing this.

Hand sign means I wanna honk your badonk. No It’s just Hisoka being a fucking weirdo. That is not the fig sign. The fingers are not in the right place.

Now this is the fig sign.

The fig sign has many meanings:

It stands for the female genitalia, to ward off evil, it can mean evil or to give someone the evil eye.

Though in Japan the fig sign is used for sex, but is has been losing it’s true meaning, but knowing the fans they like to make hardcore theories about what Hisoka’s body langauge and motives truly are. It’s fine if you debate that, but be aware Hisoka does many different things with his body and it is mostly random because that is what Hisoka is. Random unpredictable. This is a stated fact that is part of his character. Sometimes he does things not even I can explain, but the fact that this one little picture.

Can cause so much discourse. It’s just Illumi saying congrats happy birthday and whatever not like it is a big thing. I mean over a picture from a mini game. FUCKING MINI GAME?! That is not even canon. It’s just a mini game. The real canon is in the manga. 

Not the games or animes. Or even some hardcore fan’s theories. It is nice to theorize and make headcanons with your friends, but keep in mind. The card games and animes. Is just stuff. It’s not the manga. I don’t mind the card games or animes. I think it is nice stuff to have, but it’s not really the manga itself. A company can make something, but it doesn’t mean it is canon. 

Though making this post, required some research and I hope I covered some things that helps everyone out. Maybe it would stop the fights maybe it won’t. Though some fangirls will be persistent in wanting something canon so bad. I have seen this in the Bleach and Black Butler fandom. I myself go by the manga. Where is the place I get my facts from concerning Machi and Hisoka. I myself have looked at Illumi and Hisoka. Though it seems it is nothing more then a acquaintanceship. Hisoka does his thing and Illumi does his. They discuss the job and how to get it done. Sure they know one another, but not to the exist of personal. Hisoka and Machi’s scene was a lil more indepth when Machi was explaining everyone about Hisoka in the Heaven’s Arc Chapter of 56. They were also paired as a team in the YorkNewArc and then in Chapter 170 is where Hisoka pesters Machi again. Then finally Chapter 357 where Machi shouldn’t of even bothered with Hisoka but did anyway. She showed concern for him and tried to help him out. Even though he trapped her there and went on to kill the spider. Which Togashi did say he wanted to do in a old interview of his which can be read here.


Though wither Machi will die or all the spiders. Including Kalluto, is uncertain. So far two spiders have died. though what raises my suspicion is Hisoka is the only one who can unbound people from his bungee gum. So is Machi stuck there so she can be out of his way? Can she get out? Nen gets stronger if someone dies and is brought back. Hisoka’s nen certainly got much stronger. So the bondings of his bungee gum would be stronger then Machi’s for sure. She could be sadly the one who might be spared and come back with her entire troupe destroyed. Which to me would be interesting to see.

 Though since Hisoka needs to live to fight Gon and if he kills Kalluto. No doubt he will fight Illumi and Illumi’s nen is a 95. Hisoka’s nen is now in Godmode status. So the thing is it is certain we might see Hisoka fighting Illumi. Maybe he will dispatch of him, but this will show Hisoka’s true motive. He is in it for himself. Killing Illumi’s brother means nothing to him, but to Illumi the slaughter of a family member means alot which will trigger Illumi into fighting or killing Hisoka. Though Illumi said he would kill Hisoka if he killed Killua, but this time. It is not a joke. 

:0) I hope this helps. It’s quite long and a big wall of text. Til next time yo!

P.S for the one who dissed @nomamiposts I would like to add @schwing-stars‘s post from this one here so people can see it more easily.

Note by @schwing-stars

I’ve just been informed by another lovely Asian friend of mine, who’s name I won’t say for privacy reasons, that this person has spoken a regional dialect. Meaning that there are different forms of usage for the Japanese language depending on what certain areas of Japan you are residing in. Just like how in Chinese there are Mandarin and Cantonese etc. versions of that language, there are about 5 to 10 different dialects used in Japan as well as sub-dialects. So this person either is not as educated in the language they grew up with or they used it to purposely discredit @nomamiposts which is a dick move.

Originally posted by cryoganix

limerence | pt. 2

(n.) the state of being infatuated with another person

Originally posted by yuijiyong

pt.1 | pt.2

Words: 5,734

Genre: G-Dragon x OC, Friends With Benefits AU, smut, some fluff/romance

Summary: “One more drink won’t kill you… I promise I’ll take care of you.”

A/N: Warning - there’s a small amount of abuse. I in no way know exactly what happens in SM/with their managers, this is all simply fiction.

My body ached, and my skin felt sticky under the silk sheets. The sun was barely streaming through the curtains of the bedroom I was in, but I felt completely awake, and semi-unaware of where I was. I fumbled for my phone, before finally finding it and reading the time on the face: eight o’clock.

Suddenly, I felt the light breathing of someone beside me. I glanced over towards the opposite end of the bed, realizing Jiyong was silently sleeping with the covers thrown almost completely off of his body, just as naked as I was.

If the pounding in my head didn’t signified how drunk I’d gotten the night before, then the naked man beside me, whose bed I was also naked in, definitely did. I fumbled out of the bed as quietly and quickly as I could manage, making sure that I didn’t wake Jiyong up at any costs. I threw on the pair of sweats he’d given me the night before, along with the t-shirt, both of which were just a little too large on me. I quickly found my dress and undergarments from the night before, and after stuffing them in to my bag, I made my way towards the door of the bedroom.

I glanced back once more at Jiyong, his bright orange hair in disarray against the red of his sheets. Quickly, I forced myself to pull my attention away from his tattooed chest and into his living room, where I tripped over not one, but two wiggling bodies.

I almost screamed, but managed to cover my mouth and bite my tongue simultaneously. Once my breathing was almost normal, I realized the two bodies I’d almost tripped over were, in fact, two dogs covered in fat rolls.

“Oh my goodness, hi,” I laughed, both at my own foolishness and at how adorable the two, now fully awake, dogs were. They panted at my feet, and I couldn’t resist stooping down to pet the two of them.

“Hi, oh you two are so sweet. You’re such good puppies, aren’t you?” I cooed as they licked my hands. “Oh, yes, you are. Now, let’s not wake up your daddy, alright? I’m trying to sneak out of here before he sees me, and I need your help to not wake him up, okay? Can you two do that for me?”

The dogs continued to bask in my affection, completely unaware of anything I was saying to them. Eventually, I managed to pull myself away from them and hurry towards the front door, pulling it shut as quietly as I could behind me. 

Flustered, I managed to hail a cab and pay the driver handsomely for driving me as fast as he possibly could back to the SM Entertainment complex, where Noelle and I lived in an apartment right off the building adjacent to the dorms that the bands slept in. After pressing in the key code to the door, I scurried quickly into the hallway and towards mine and Noelle’s room, where I prayed she would still be sleeping after the late night EXO had at the awards show – and I was sure afterwards too.

Taking a deep breath to prepare myself for the possible questions Noelle would have for me, especially if she noticed I hadn’t come back the night before, I unlocked our door and crept inside to find our small studio apartment completely… empty.

Confused, I headed straight to my bed. I crawled in to it, depositing my bag in close on the floor beside it. I glanced over at Noelle’s bed that was just a short distance across the room from mine. I was even more confused to find that it appeared her bed hadn’t been slept in the previous night.

Pulling the covers over my head, I sighed deeply, trying to erase the memories from the night before that suddenly bombarded me. I couldn’t help thinking of Jiyong, how his bright orange hair flopped carelessly into his eyes; how his lips had tasted the first time he’d kissed me; how it’d felt when I’d been pressed so dangerously close to him, and only pulled closer. It didn’t help that I was enclosed in my little blanket cocoon, dressed in his clothes that I’d no doubt stolen and embraced in his scent.

Just as I was reciting, unintentionally, the most extreme moments of the night before, I was brought out of my reverie by a key being placed into our door, and it slowly being pushed open. I poked my head out from beneath the covers, suddenly extremely nervous to face my roommate and life-long best friend. She’d known I was out all night, for sure. There was no way she’d miss something like me not coming home.

“MaKenna? Oh, my gosh, I’d hoped you’d still be asleep.” Noelle crept in through the door, her face suddenly turning the cover of her flaming ginger hair. She was clothed in a pair of gym shorts and an extremely large black hoodie, which just caused the orange color of her hair to stand out more. I narrowed my eyes at her, suddenly realizing Noelle hadn’t come home last night either.

“Whose clothes are you wearing?” I asked casually as she flopped down on her bed across from me.

“Um, well… they’re uh… they’re Kris’s,” she replied, almost too quietly for me to hear.

“Kris? Are you serious? Is that who you’ve been out with?” I asked. I’d known Noelle had had a crush on EXO-M’s leader, but I’d never thought that anything had come out of the crush.

“Yeah, I stayed with him last night. Luhan decided to watch a movie with Sehun and Suho last night, so Kris’s room was empty and well…”

“You mean you and Kris had sex?” I asked, totally dumbfounded. Also, I felt extremely guilty. My best friend, albeit because she was caught, was telling me about her events with a boy the night previous, and yet I was hiding all of mine, and would continue to do so. Mine and Jiyong’s night was a onetime thing, and I was looking forward to putting it out of my mind.

“Um, yeah, well…” Noelle trailed off, her face turned away from me. Quickly, I flew out of my own bed and over to hers. I laid across her outstretched legs, which gave me a clear view of her face.

“Well?” I raised my eyebrows.

“We’ve actually been dating each other for a little while, secretly.”

“Noelle Jones! You’ve been dating Kris and haven’t told me any of it?!” I asked, completely stunned by my friend’s sudden confession.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down! We didn’t tell anyone. MaKenna, if their managers found out, I’d be fired. They won’t let the boys date anyone that’s not an SM celebrity, and I’m most definitely not an SM celebrity.” Noelle groaned, leaning back against her pillows. “But I like him too much to let him go.”

“Stop, this is too much adorable for one morning’s confession. I’m secretly dying over here.” I laughed, and was rewarded with a hit from Noelle’s pillow. “Is he really good in bed? I bet he would. Kris looks like an animal.”

“Oh my gosh, stop! That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!” Noelle groaned, glancing down at me. She smirked. “He was great.”

“Now I’m jealous!” I fake complained, groaning into my arms.

“Hey, whose clothes are you wearing?” Noelle asked, flicking the t-shirt I was wearing, which I suddenly noticed was printed with a ‘BigBang’ logo on it. The oversized grey sweats didn’t help in convincing Noelle that I was wearing my own clothes.

“Uh… Kai’s,” I said sheepishly.

“Oh, Kai’s?” Noelle raised her eyebrow suggestively.

“Stop, it’s nothing like that. We’re just friends, and besides,” I glanced down the sweats, lying through my teeth. “I’m not sure if these are even his. They could be Chanyeol’s. I just love wearing big clothes.”

Noelle expected an answer with nothing more than a teasing look. “Get off my bed, I didn’t sleep any last night. I need my sleep, especially after what Kris and I got up to.”

I quickly made my way to my own bed as Noelle turned over in hers for her after-sex nap. I needed my own nap, but suddenly I felt as awake as I’d felt all morning. Jiyong’s scent engulfed me, making my head light. Without Noelle’s distraction, I was forced to lie awake and think of nothing but his hands, his lips, the way his tattoos scripted along his body, and the amazing one-night stand I’d had with none other than the G-dragon.

“MaKenna, are you day-dreaming? With scissors in your hand? Because you’re, like, super close to my hair.” Luhan’s voice broke into, what in fact, was an actual day dream. I refocused, realizing I was actually pretty close to chopping off the right side of his bangs.

“Oh, hush. I know what I’m doing. Who knew you could be so sassy.” I bluffed, laughing away his accusations. “I think you hang out with Sehun too much.”

“What can I say, he’s my best friend,” Luhan shrugged. Once I’d successfully trimmed his hair without getting distracted, I was able to turn my head back to the center of my distractions for that morning, and most of the previous mornings: Kris and Noelle.

Noelle was taking her time doing Kris’ make-up for him that morning; she was taking so much time that I’d already finished Luhan, Sehun, and Suho’s hair while Kris sat in her chair. Of course, the two tried to spend as much time as possible together, especially when the managers weren’t looking.

Noelle was standing between Kris’ legs, holding an eyeliner pencil in her hand and tilting his chin up with the other. He lazily rested his hand on her side, laughing as she pretended to scold him for not holding still.

“You’re so jealous,” Luhan said as he stood up from my chair, smirking. Of course, since Luhan was Kris’ roommate, he was the first to figure out the two’s relationship.

“I’m going to be sick, is what I am,” I snarled, shaking the hair from my towels a little too forcefully. In all honesty, I’d been nothing but jealous of the two since Noelle had told me of their relationship a week and a half prior.

“Sick with jealousy,” Luhan replied.

“Get out of my sight, LuLu, before I beat that smirk off your face,” I hissed, causing him to laugh loudly.

“You’re lucky Sehun is making me lunch, or I’d have to stay here all day just to tell you how jealous you’re acting.” With that, Luhan handed me back my last towel and disappeared out the door. I ground my teeth together, hating the fact that Luhan was able to read me so easily. Of course I was jealous. I was jealous that Noelle and Kris fit so easily, so perfectly, together. I was jealous of the fact that I didn’t have someone that great, someone I could fit that perfectly with.

“Ooh, someone looks grumpy.” I groaned as Kai sat down in my chair. If anyone could read me better than Luhan could, it was definitely Kai.

“I’m fine,” I said, placing a cloth around his neck. “Did the managers tell you how they want your hair? I can’t mess up the face.”

“Oh, yeah, please don’t ruin the face,” Kai laughed sarcastically. “I have no idea what they want done with it. Do what you think looks best. This music video concept sucks anyway.”

I smiled. “Have I ever told you you’re my best friend, Jongin?”

“Only a couple times a day,” he smiled mischievously. Kai was definitely one person who could brighten up my day. That, and the fact that Noelle had finally moved on to doing Xiumin’s make-up. “So what’s bothering you?”

I bit my lip as I rubbed mousse through Kai’s hair, debating inwardly with myself. I wanted to tell Kai so much, starting with my one night stand with G-Dragon. I wanted to tell him how badly I wanted something like what Noelle and Kris had. Hell, I wanted to tell him about Noelle and Kris. Kai had come to me so many nights, upset or pissed or sad because of something that had happened with their management, or because he missed his parents. Kai had told me so many of his secrets in the short time I’d known him, and yet I froze up when I tried to tell him one of my own.

“I… I did something,” I finally spilled, not able to meet his eyes.

“Oh?” Kai raised an eyebrow, although his head stayed perfectly motionless as I kept styling his hair.

“Yeah, something I shouldn’t have done. And I feel really guilty about it,” I confessed. However, thinking a little harder about that night with G-Dragon, I wondered how much I actually regretted. The sex had been great, and I’d even gotten free clothes out of it. “Or, maybe I feel guilty about not feeling guilty about it.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t feel guilty about it if you enjoyed it,” Kai said.

I stared, horrified. Did I actually enjoy hooking up with someone I’d only just met for one night? “I don’t really think enjoy is the right word.”

“What did you do?” Kai asked, more in a teasing way than in a curious way.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes. “It’s terrible. You’re going to hate me if I tell you.”

“Never. You’re my best friend. I mean, besides D.O, and Sehun. You’re my best girl friend.” Kai smiled.

I opened my mouth to spill everything just as the door was opened and one of EXO’s managers strode in.

“They should have been ready an hour ago. Get out, now.” He grabbed Kai’s arm roughly, pulling him away from me. I bit my lip, reaching out to stop him. Xiumin quickly escaped Noelle’s chair and followed the two out.

“I hate him,” Noelle growled. “Kai is going to have another damn bruise. He bruises so easy. Why can’t they just simply ask the boys to go? They’re perfectly capable of going on their own.”

“Come on. I’m going to have to finish Kai’s hair on set, or it will be my fault it looks like crap.” I grabbed my purse and hair kit and made my way out of the door and towards the green room, where EXO was filming their first scenes for their music video.

I was able to fix Kai’s hair in between close ups, and be on stand-by for almost four hours as the boys were pushed to their absolute limits, and beyond, in order to perfect the choreography for their video.

“YOU IDIOT!” I heard a roar from across the room, and glanced up from the touch ups I was giving Suho before his part in the video. My gaze immediately found Tao hanging his head as a manager pointed into his face. Even though Tao towered over the shorter man, it was clear in Tao’s body language how frightened he was.

“I’m sorry,” Tao mumbled, but even from my spot across the room I could hear him. The room had gone completely silent.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry you’re an idiot? Do better.” The manager seemed to be satisfied with his yelling, because he began to turn away from Tao. Suddenly, he turned back around and shoved Tao’s chest as hard as he could, causing Tao to tumble backwards and fall on what I knew was already an injured ankle. “Disgusting.”

Kris quickly tried to help Tao up, but was stopped by the same manager. “Don’t you dare help him, or you’ll both be punished.”

Instead of listening, Kris quickly grabbed Tao by the shoulders and hoisted him up, just as a few tears slipped down Tao’s cheeks. He quickly wiped his face and turned away from the rest of the group.

“I told you not to do that.” The manager’s voice had gone quiet, which was even scarier than when he was yelling. Slowly, he made his way to Kris and slapped him across his face. I heard Noelle let out a shriek, before she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Kris’ face stayed absolutely still, as if the slap had barely phased him.

“Which of you will dare defy me next? How about you? Should I punish you as well?” The manager made his way over to Lay, who, out of all the members, I knew to be the least in need of any kind of punishment. Just as their manager began to step too close to Lay’s already frightened face, I stepped forward.

“Stop! He’s done nothing,” I screamed, causing the whole room to stare at me. I clamped a hand over my mouth, realizing what I’d just done.

“Who the hell do you think you are, girl? Disrespecting me like that. How dare you tell me how to discipline my band?”

“I…I…” I couldn’t form words. I just stared, horrified, at the people surrounding me.

“GET OUT!” The manager roared. I quickly grabbed my things and strode from the room, not able to look any of the members in the face. I slung open the door and walked as fast as I could towards our work room.

“What in the hell was that?” Noelle had followed me from the filming room, and was currently hot on my trail.

“I just… I couldn’t let him hurt Lay,” I sighed, throwing my bag into the room and slamming the door shut. I didn’t want to be anywhere near SM at the moment. “I need a drink.”

“A drink? Seriously?” Noelle asked as I turned and made my way towards the exit to the entertainment complex. Once outside, I quickly hailed a cab. Noelle followed me inside the vehicle, although I could feel her apprehension about the whole thing.

“MaKenna, let’s talk about what happened back there,” Noelle said after I told the cabbie to take us to the closest bar. I shook my head, staring out the window.

“I couldn’t help them, Noelle. I couldn’t help them or I’d lose this job. They’d fire me.” And if they fired me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to help the boys. I’d have to leave them alone to face the horror that was SM Entertainment.

“I know. I hate it, too. Seeing him do that to Kris. I don’t know, it almost felt like he’d hauled off and slapped me in the face too. I couldn’t take it.” Noelle sighed. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.

We spent the rest of the short ride in silence. Quickly we paid and made our way inside. I took a seat at the closest bar stool I could find and ordered my favorite poison: tequila and tonic. Noelle ordered her own drink, and after two I was feeling a little more calmed down after the scene we’d witnessed.

“It hurts that I had to walk away from them. I can’t stand not knowing what’s happening to them right now. They could be hurting them even more right now, and I can’t do anything about it,” I groaned, downing another drink in a couple of gulps. I welcomed the scorching burn of the alcohol as it travelled down my throat and settled like a lake of fire in my stomach.

“I think Kris might leave,” Noelle said suddenly, staring intently into her drink. I turned my head to narrow my eyes at her.

“You mean he’s going to break up with you?” I asked.

“No, well maybe. But I think he’s going to leave SM. He’s going to quit EXO.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t. Not for sure. But sometimes he’ll say something that just makes me wonder what exactly he’s planning. There’s a lot of stuff he doesn’t tell me, MaKenna, and that scares me.” Noelle quickly ordered another round for us. The alcohol was making it both easier and harder to process the events we’d just witnessed.

“I think I should go back to the complex and wait for him. I need to make sure he’s okay,” Noelle said, handing the bartender enough money to cover her drinks and a tip. She slipped off the stool and grabbed her bag. “Are you coming?”

As much as I wanted to, I wasn’t near drunk enough to deal with what I’d face when I went back to the complex. I shook my head slowly, taking another burning swig. I’d lost count of how many I’d had. “No, I need to stay. Make sure Tao is alright for me, please?”

“I will. Be safe, alright? Call me if you need anything.” Noelle disappeared quickly from the bar. I turned back around in my seat after watching her go and ordered another drink.

One thing I realized about getting sorrowfully drunk was that I absolutely hated doing it alone. I watched as an hour slipped by and I drank a few more drinks. I could tell the bartender was beginning to worry about my wellbeing, He even offered to listen to my problems.

Instead, I paid and asked him to call me a cab, because the floor was suddenly spinning very fast. Finally, I saw the bright light flash on top of the cab out front and, stumbling, I made my way into the backseat of the cab.

“Where to, ma’am?” The driver asked me.

“I… I don’t want to be alone,” I mumbled against the seat.

“I still need to have an address, or I can’t take you anywhere.” I spouted off the first address that came to mind, even though I couldn’t remember for the life of me whose address it actually was. It wasn’t like I knew very many people in Seoul outside of the SM complex.

“We’re here, ma’am. I need you to pay, please.” The driver’s voice was causing a pounding to erupt inside my head. I quickly handed him a wad of won and fumbled with the door handle until I could get it open, spilling myself out onto the sidewalk before an apartment complex.

I walked towards the door I knew I wanted, beating on it haphazardly with my fist. After a few minutes, I realized no one was coming to the door. For some awful reason, this realization caused tears to spring to my eyes. It seemed as though the fact that no one was home had unearthed a deep sadness within me.

I sunk down to the ground, my back pressed up against the door. I sobbed uncontrollably into my hands, the tequila in my system making it hard to think of anything besides how awfully sad it was that I couldn’t remember exactly who I wanted to come to the door.

“MaKenna?” I’d folded my arms across my knees, and managed to lean my head down so that I was somewhere between crying and sleeping. At the sound of my name, however, I glanced up sharply.

I met the eyes of G-Dragon, and immediately my eyes watered again. The last person I wanted to see was Kwon Jiyong. And yet, I was so happy he was home. I’d waited so long.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He quickly placed the grocery bags he was carrying down on the stoop outside his door and gathered me in his arms. “What are you doing here?”

"I didn’t want to be alone, and I’m here, but I don’t know why. Last time was a mistake and Tao got pushed down and I just… I couldn’t take it.” I sobbed as my words ran together helplessly, placing my head on his shoulder. Suddenly, I reached out and ran my hand through his thick, now dull, orange hair. “Your hair changed.”

“My roots are showing. I just need to have it redone. And you’re drunk.” I could feel his chuckle against me. “Come on, let’s get you inside. You smell like a bar.”

“I was at a bar,” I slurred matter-of-factly. Suddenly, the ground rushed away from me in a whirl of sickness. It took me a moment to allow the nausea to pass, and to realize Jiyong had picked me up from the ground to carry me inside his apartment.

He settled me on his couch and tried to untangle my arms from around his neck. I panicked, suddenly realizing he was trying to let me go.

“Please don’t leave me,” I sobbed, grabbing clumsily onto his shirt. The soft fabric crumpled in my fists as he looked down at me.

“I’m not leaving you, don’t worry. I just need to get you some Advil and water.” He tried to pull away again.

“No, please,” I cried. After a moment, Jiyong sighed and pulled my fists away from his shirt. Instead of walking away, however, he gathered me in his arms and settled his body behind mine on the couch.

“Why do you do this to me?” He asked softly, stroking my hair gently. I closed my eyes, because his words were too loud.

“I had a bad day at work,” I confessed after a moment, when it seemed the fuzziness wasn’t actually going to go away, even in Jiyong’s arms.

“So you decided to go get shit-faced because you had a bad day at work?” Even through the tequila in my head, I could make out his angry tone.

“I… They were being mean to my boys. And I tried to do something, but I made everything worse instead. So,” I shrugged, chomping down on my bottom lip. “Alcohol made everything better.”

“What boys? Do you mean EXO?” Jiyong asked, the angry creases in his face relaxing into a more concerned expression.

“Yes, EXO. You know, Kai and Chanyeol and Kris and Tao and um… there’s other ones too, I’m pretty sure…” I trailed off, glancing up at him. The fuzziness in my brain was making it real hard to focus on anything but the way Jiyong’s lips parted just perfectly so that I might be able to nestle mine between them.

“I’ve heard some rumors about SM, but I didn’t want them to be true. Are you sure you’re safe working there?” I tilted my head as much as I could against Jiyong’s arm, looking at him curiously. His lips were just so perfect.

“I don’t really remember…” I trailed, not in the slightest bit able to focus on his question. How could a pair of lips be that perfect? I knew he wanted to ask me another question, but my head was trying to split in half, and I was pretty sure another word out of Jiyong’s mouth would be the final blow. So instead, as he opened his mouth to utter more sounds that I wouldn’t be able to understand, I leaned forward and grasped his bottom lip in between mine.

He groaned in surprise, his whole body going rigid. I sucked harshly on the plump flesh, causing him to suddenly clamp his lips down around mine and move them accordingly. He pressed the warmth of his tongue against my parted lips, and I swallowed around it greedily. It flicked against my own, against my teeth, the roof of my mouth.

Finally, I broke away to subtly kiss the corner of his mouth, down to the ridges of his jaw. I heard the rumble of a groan in Jiyong’s chest, and I frowned against his skin, because beyond the alcohol, it almost sounded like a groan of defiance. And suddenly, I realized in was.

He grabbed my face and pulled it away from his skin, I frown creasing his brow. “MaKenna, we can’t do this. Not again.”

“Please, I need this, Jiyong,” I whispered, trying to make my voice as sultry as possible. Obviously it worked, coupled with the fact that I was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, letting the pads of my fingertips brush against his heated skin briefly every now and then. He stared at me for a few moments longer, while a swirl of lust and confliction went on a rampage behind his beautiful eyes. I tucked my bottom lip deep between my teeth, meeting his eyes with a pleading stare of my own.

“MaKenna…” he groaned, so needy. I smirked a little, letting my hand trail down to the outline of his pants. I slowly rubbed along the outline of him, working my fingers around him until I felt the growing twitches under my palm. When his hips bucked into my hand, I slipped beneath the waistbands of his pants and boxers, feeling the velvety softness of his skin against my hand.

I heard him let out another low groan, tossing his head back against the couch violently. He grabbed the sides of my face between his hands, bringing my attention away from my task and towards his lips. As he frantically kissed me, I worked my fingers around his length, slowly pulling him until I felt the blood rushing through his veins. Teasing the tip of him, I loosely worked my hand up and down as his hips bucked frantically, deep moans spilling in between our lips.

Once I noticed a sheen of sweat along his brow, and how uneven his panting had become, I tightened my grip around him, speeding up my ministrations just so. I smirked as that was all it took, and with just a few more bucks of his hips and a low moan into my mouth, Jiyong spilled over the back of my hand. As his warmth dripped between us, his tongue languidly battled with mine until he finally pulled away, his chest heaving harshly.

“Let me clean you up, baby,” he said finally, glancing down at my hand that I’d just managed to pull away from him. He grabbed a depleting box of tissues from the glass coffee table, pulling my hand up and slowly wiping any remnants of him off my skin.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked again as he concentrated on running his fingers softly along the plump veins that ran along the back of my hand. I quickly pried it from his grasp, hating the way he was looking at me. I stood up from the couch, his hooded gaze still following me as I ripped away the first layer of my clothing. Once I was in nothing but my undergarments, I turned back around to look at him, raising one eyebrow in a silent challenge.

Jiyong and I spent the next hour intertwined together, moving from his living room to his bedroom in a flurry of stripped clothing and roaming hands. Pressed against him, his lovely lips twirling and sucking around my skin as he brought me tumbling over every edge possible for him again and again, I was able to block out the rest of the world. In his little fortress of silk, rocking into me in the way that made me curl my toes and cry out, SM and Exo didn’t exist. Noelle and Kris were the farthest things from my mind, because for just an hour and thirty dollars’ worth of alcohol, Jiyong’s fiery skin pressed so deliciously against mine elicited a since of peace and forgetfulness in me that I’d realized I’d been chasing desperately after for months.

I tore at his skin, trying to pull him closer to me, wanting to keep him inside of me for as long as possible. He was the only thing I wanted to focus on: the way his hands curved just so around my waist and hips; the way his eyes couldn’t focus on one thing, until at the end, when all they latched onto was my own; the breathtaking way his lips left no part of my icy skin melting away beneath him. And when it was over, he let me, exhaustedly, crawl into his arms in all my sticky messiness and fall breathlessly asleep against his skin.

I woke up the next morning in a seeming since of déjà vu. The sun, the sheets, Jiyong on full display beside me. Everything was exactly how it should, and shouldn’t, have been. I slowly slipped away from the bed, trying to find more articles of his clothes that I could steal.

Once I’d finally pulled on a pair of patterned sweats, which were way more expensive than normally stolen clothes, I felt sure, and a scoop necked grey t-shirt, I began to pick up my clothes and shuffle towards the door.

“You’re leaving again?” I heard a voice ask behind me, still thick with sleep. I cursed, narrowing down the list of suspects who could be questioning me. While I knew G-Dragon had two dogs, I deduced that they wouldn’t be speaking to me in perfect Korean, and therefore, the voice asking, demanding, if I was sneaking off again was the same voice I was trying to escape from.

“I… yes, I have to be at work. I was hoping you’d be asleep,” I gasped out, suddenly feeling very shameful under his gaze, as if I was a child who’d just been caught stealing candy after bedtime.

“Was this a mistake, too?” He asked suddenly, and I jerked my eyes back to meet his. Sleep was still clinging to him desperately, but now a new determinedness was trying to surface beneath his messy waves of hair and bare chest.

“I… I…” I stuttered for a good three solid seconds before shutting my mouth and glancing back at my hands, obviously giving G-Dragon my answer. I heard his awful, scornful scoff as I continued to stand there under his hateful gaze, knowing I deserved the full blow of it.

“Just leave,” he rasped out, his voice suddenly sounding so very far away. “You have to be at work anyway.”

I tore out of his apartment quickly, not daring to stop and pat the two wiggly fat rolls lolling happily at me feet. What were their names? I wondered, feeling a sudden heaviness because I just really wanted to know what G-Dragon’s pets were named. Instead, I hailed a cab, and clambered in. As I sat in the back and felt warm tears spread down my cheeks, I realized how what I assumed was an escape was the exact thing I was trying to escape from.

Two's Company - Stiles Stilinski - Part 3

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski.

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin

You’ve become a stereotypical pregnant, raging, hormonal, bitch. It’s not like you can help it, you just had two aggressive little boys inside you. The only person who could stand to be around you was Stiles. That was because you’d become extra clingy with him. Noah had said Stiles’ mom was the same way, so Stiles expected it. You never got 10 feet away from him. You slept in the same bed, went to class holding hands, you even sat in the bathroom while he showered. Noah told you it was because of the whole werewolf thing. He said it was because you knew he’d had a near-death experience before.

You waddled up to Stiles at his locker. He smiled and pecked you on the lips. “How are you?”

“30 weeks pregnant and hating it.” You groaned, giving your boyfriend a sarcastic thumbs up.

You started wearing maternity clothes, which in turn made your stomach even larger.

Stiles said goodbye to Scott and the two of you took off down the hall.

“How about we skip? I’ll take you out.” He smiles at you.

“You have no idea how much I’d love that.” You lean up and kiss him. He leads you out the double doors and helps you into the Jeep. He hops in on the other side.

“I love you. I’m sorry you’re going through this but..I love you.” He smiles before patting your belly.

“I’m glad I’m going through this. I mean, we’re in high school yeah…but I love you too, and from the moment I met you I knew I wanted to have kids with you.” You reach over and pat his thigh. “Also, I could go for some Chinese.”

“Let’s go get you some Chinese then.” He puts the Jeep in gear and pulls out of the parking lot.

You arrive at the restaurant. “Baby, can we just get takeout? I wanna go eat in bed.” You smile at him.

“Of course, princess. I’ll go order and come back out. You want the usual?” You nod and he goes inside. While he’s inside you get your phone out, responding to Lydia’s text. You feel a sharp pain in your lower stomach, causing you to double over. The pain stays for awhile, subsiding when you spot Stiles coming out.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He looks at you as he gets in. “Babe..” He looks down at the crotch of your jeans. You follow his gaze, gasping when you see a wet patch on your thigh.

“I think I’m in labor.” You look up at Stiles slowly.

“I uh..what? Right now? You’re in labor like now?” He says frantically.

“Yes! We need to get to the emergency room. Oh my god, I’m not due for nine more weeks. Oh my god.” You begin rocking in your seat, quietly repeating ‘oh my god’ to yourself.

You’re so wrapped up in the pain and worry that you don’t realize that Stiles has pulled up in front of the hospital. He jumps out and runs around to your side, leading you inside.

He spots Melissa at the front desk. “Her water broke!”

Melissa hops up and wheels a wheelchair over. “She’s not due for nine more weeks..”

“I know.” You sigh. “Is everything going to be okay?”

She nods. “Twins are almost always born early, and it helps that these boys have two incredibly strong parents.”

Melissa takes you upstairs and gets you set up in a bed. They put an IV in and begin monitoring you.

Stiles sits beside you, jiggling his leg furiously.

You reach over and place a hand on his knee. “Stop. I know I’m early and I’m scared too..but it’ll be fine. I know it.”

“We don’t even have names picked out. The cribs aren’t put together, we haven’t even painted their room.” He doesn’t look at you. Instead he stares at the ground.

“We’ll get that done, no matter how long it takes. We can name the boys right now.”

“You pick one, I pick the other?” He smiles and you nod. “Personally, I like Alexander.”

You smile. “I like Alexander too. We talked about it before. What about Benjamin?” You turn on your side, scrunching your face up during a contraction.

“Ben and Alex.” He smiles wide. “What about middle names?”

“What about…Mieczyslaw for Alexander?”

“Honey, that’s a mouthful. Alexander Mieczyslaw Stilinski.” Stiles smiles.

“It sounds like an important name. It sounds like the name of a groundbreaking surgeon.”

“It kind of does have a ring to it…okay. Let’s go with Mieczyslaw.”

“You pick Benjamin’s middle name then.”

“What about Noah?” He says quickly.

You nod and smile. “I think it’s perfect. There you go, there’s one thing off of the list.”

“What list?” Lydia walks in, her arms full of bags. Scott trails behind her.

“Lydia I told you so you wouldn’t worry, not so you’d skip school and come up here.”

“You didn’t get your baby shower so I just brought the gifts over. What list?”

“Oh, Stiles was just worried because we haven’t bought cribs or painted the room.”

Melissa enters the room, smiling at Scott. “I’m just here to check your progress.” You nod and she examines you quickly. “It’s time to start pushing.” She pokes her head up.

“Already?” You look at Stiles.

“Time goes by fast, huh?” She smiles. “I’ll go get your doctor.” She leaves the room.

“Scott and I will go sit in the waiting room.” Lydia smiles and follows Melissa with Scott on her heels.

Your doctor arrives and preps you. You spend about 10 minutes pushing on baby number one.

You see them pull him up, he’s screaming his head off and there’s tears running down your face. They let Stiles cut the cord before handing him to you. You examine the tiny baby’s face. He’s got a head full of hair and little tiny moles splattering his face, just like his daddy. They tell you to give the baby to Stiles when it’s time to push again. You push for less time and the sit the baby on your chest. He’s identical to his brother, he’s just missing a couple moles.

After you’re cleaned up, they give you both of the babies, Noah walks in, smiling widely. You’re admiring their little faces, amazed at how much they look like Stiles.

Noah walks to the side of the bed. “God, they’re identical to Stiles when he was born.” He shakes his head, cooing at the babies.

“I thought the same thing.” You smile, thinking back to the baby pictures you’d seen of him. You lean into Stiles, he’s climbed into the bed with you as soon as everyone had left the room.

“What’re their names?” Noah asks.

“This is Alexander Mieczyslaw Stilinski.” You nod towards the boy on your left. “And this is Benjamin Noah Stilinski.” You nodded to the boy on your right.

Noah smiles proudly, “Those are strong names.”

You nod, glancing up at the door when the doctor walks in.

“It looks like we may have a problem.” She says seriously. “The babies seemed fine but the tests from their exam just came back and it seems they have some underdeveloped organs.”

You and Stiles exchange the same worried glance.

“Now, it’s nothing to worry about..they will just have to stay in the NICU until they’re fully developed. That would be about four weeks.”

“Four weeks?” You sit up. “You’re telling me you’re just going to stick my babies in a plastic box for four weeks?” Tears start to well in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s the only option. We’ll send someone for them as soon as possible.” She left the room and you looked at the two small boys. You just gave birth less than an hour ago and you’re already so in love. You’re not quite sure how you’re going to cope.

A nurse came in and took the boys, you watched as she wheeled them away, crying silently. Noah had left the room to give you some time. You glanced over at Stiles, who was back in the chair. He had tears rolling down his cheeks too.

“I know we haven’t even taken them home yet, but now we won’t get to for another month? It’s not fair, Y/N.” He wipes his eyes and you sigh.

“I just want to go home with them. They’re going to discharge me and I’m going to go home empty handed. I’m going to have to come during visitor hours to see my kids. That sucks, Stiles.”

He sighs. “It does…but we’ve got each other, right? We can do this. You gave birth to two strong boys.” You looked over at him and he’d sat up, tears still rolling down his face. You hope he’s right.

Marichat May Day 17: Balcony Visits

Soooo I am totally new to this fandom and to Marichat May. So, awkwardly, I found LAST year’s Marichat May prompts (which for 17 was paparazzi) and wrote a drabble for that. Luckily, it kind of still counts as a balcony visit? Enjoy!

No one could have predicted the frenzy that the launch of the Agreste’s summer season collection would cause.

Except Marinette. Marinette could have told you that if you launched a range of clothes with Adrien Agreste as the main model, and published a series of billboard which featured said model in nothing but swim shorts, beads of water clinging to his perfect skin, that might just tip half of France over the edge. And the demand for pictures of Adrien Agreste would get out of control.

Marinette was torn between delight at the number of times she had seen Adrien topless over the last fortnight, sympathy for Adrien, who didn’t much seem to be enjoying the newfound attention, and the desire to murder Chloe every time she tried to pose with Adrien on the steps in front of their school before the hungry paparazzi.

“They’re all going to think they’re dating, Tikki!” she moaned on Friday afternoon, dropping her bag on her bed and falling into her desk chair. “She was actually kissing his cheek as we left!”

“He didn’t look like he was enjoying it that much,” Tikki pointed out. Marinette spun on her chair, contemplating this; and had to admit that, no, Adrien had not looked overly thrilled by Chloe grabbing his hand so that he was forced to pose for pictures for the waiting photographers, nor with the experience of Chloe’s lips against his cheek.

At least that was some small comfort. Marinette scooted over her wooden floor to her monitor, turning it on. She went to the Teen Vogue website and sighed happily. Another perk of the newfound interest in Adrien was that there were photos of him everywhere for Marinette to stare at.

“You’re getting drool on your keyboard,” Tikki informed her. Marinette started and looked down. She definitely did not drool over Adrien.

But a loud thump above her made Marinette jump again. She shot to her feet, staring upwards at her skylight to see -

“Chat Noir?” she blurted out, as a figure clad in black rolled out of sight.

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Planned Kisses

For @oneshot-shit ’s Valentine’s Day Drabble Writing Challenge

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (drabble)

Prompt: *kiss* “I have to go” “Okay” *kiss* “I really have to go” “I know” *kiss*

Warnings: fluff?

Word Count: 693

Author’s Note: Loved writing this drabble! Though, it feels like a crappy writing now that I’ve read it 7 times over, oh well! Happy Val day everyone!! Hope you have a great one with your lovers!!! ♡♡♡ ♡ 

Originally posted by jlstreck


You sat up in bed and leaned over Bucky to close the alarm that rudely woke you up. You were really thankful that, that hadn’t woken him up. You didn’t want him to wake up this early in the morning and suffer from your miserable work life.

Running a hand down your face, you remembered the ridiculous day ahead of you.

Who in the right mind, would call you midnight and tell you that you had to go to work for some ‘important stuff’ when it was Valentine’s Day and it was your day off?!

You cursed under your breath and walked to bathroom to take a shower, hoping that it’d cool you off.

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[Overwatch] Jesse McCree x Reader - Misunderstood

The night was cold. It was the kind of cold that made you shiver and numbed your fingers within a few minutes. The moon overhead cast a silver glow through the light fog that settled around the base like a bride’s veil. It would disappear later, but for now, it would suffice as the perfect hiding spot for your shivering form.

Tonight had been too much for you.

Jesse had invited you to his room to have a couple of drinks earlier, but a “couple” of drinks soon turned into a mess, leaving the both of you more than a little tipsy.

What had started as playful teasing, violent bouts of laughter, and friendly jabs at each other with Jesse slowly dissolved into something more sultry. The tension between you both had changed from playful to something thick and heavy, settling over the two of you like a comforter. Jesse’s touches started to linger longer on your skin, the whispers dangerously close to your throat.

With a quiet “I love you”, Jesse’s lips had grazed along your jaw.

You froze. The very next thing that came to your mind was run, and run you did.

You sprinted outside the Watchpoint to the cliff overlooking the ocean before sitting down on the edge. The fog clung to your jeans, making them feel cold and heavy. Jesse was still in the base, probably confused as to why you ran away. You couldn’t face him again so soon, but it wasn’t like you could just walk away and pretend it had never happened. You’d have to face this problem at some point - no. Jesse could never be a problem. It was more of… your current situation with him. That was the problem.

You took a deep breath before letting it out with a sigh, pushing back your thoughts with feeling of the the chilly air entering your nose. You balled your hands into fists in a desperate attempt for warmth, but it had no effect. You badly wanted to wrap Jesse’s red serape around your shoulders tighter around you, but the serape belonged to him- and anyway, it wasn’t like you could take it off. You would freeze, even if you were used to the cold. Just half an hour ago, it brought comfort and safety. Now, it felt like a straitjacket. Breathe, you tell yourself. Let your thoughts settle down for a moment. Think.

As much as you didn’t want to think about tonight, you’d have to. It was no use having it sit in the back of your mind for ages.

A minute passes in internal conflict. You’d never would feel the end of your guilt if you left now. Jesse had done nothing wrong besides misinterpret the mood. You, who often prided yourself on the little signs of Jesse’s mood - the telltale tapping of his fingers when he was nervous, when he stuttered when he was flustered - had completely overlooked the way his voice became a husky whisper whenever he spoke to you, and the constant comments of praise and encouragement.

Of course you had taken it as a joke, because that’s all you ever did with each other - poke and push each other’s buttons until something snapped. Your breath hitches when you finally realized. You had taken Jesse’s love as a joke.

Slowly, you stand up with a final decision in mind. You knew what you had to do. You re-enter the base and make your way to Jesse’s room, revealing Jesse slouched over on the crouch, face hidden in his hands. He stiffens up at the sound of your soft footsteps.

“Look, I’m-” Jesse cuts his sentence off with a curse before starting again. “[Name], I didn’t mean to- I fucked up, okay?”

Your heart breaks at the expression Jesse wears. He looks genuinely guilty, almost pleading for your forgiveness. “Jesse,” You begin, voice hushed.

Another step closer makes Jesse shoot up, lips pressed together in uncertainty. “Darlin’, look. I misread the mood. You don’t like me the way I thought you did.” Jesse says, making a move to leave.

You take another two steps forward, blocking Jesse’s way. “Jesse. Listen to me.”

Jesse sidesteps you, but before he was able to leave, you wrapped your arms around him. He’s so warm in your freezing arms, and you can’t help but nuzzle your nose a bit into Jesse’s chest. His body is stiff against yours, not responding to any of your affections. “Jesse, it’s okay,” You whisper. “It really is.”

At this, Jesse finally wraps his arms around you. “I don’t get it,” he mutters, uncertainty laced his voice. “Ya ran out after I did that, and now it’s okay?”

“I was wrong,” You replied sheepishly, gently pushing Jesse off of you. He lets go, but still keeps a tight hold around your arm. “I didn’t realize what you wanted - I was a bit late on noticing.”

“A bit?” Jesse repeats, incredulous.

“Okay, maybe not a bit.” You admit. “I’m sorry, Jesse.”

“[Name], it’s fine, it’s just… Are you sure? Are you sure you’re okay with this?” “Yes, Jesse, I’m positive.” You assure, putting emphasis on the first word.

“You know, I was serious when I said I loved you.” Jesse murmurs.

“I…” You started, but you hesitated before you finished your sentence. Should you say it?

In a split second, you made your decision.

“I love you too, Jesse.”

New arm & New chapters

Bucky x Reader

A/N I’ve been reading a lot or all of @buckyandfubar / @yawpkatsi ‘s comics so FUBAR will be included

Word count: almost 4,700+ (wtf is wrong with me)

Warnigs: sexual assault, panic attacks, racists 

It gets super boring being a receptionist for Avengers tower, I sit around messing with the things on my desk, or talking to F.R.I.D.A.Y because it did all my work for me. I think he only has me around for pity, I mean I can find a job anywhere else so why not fire me? It gets pretty lonely, no one knows about me. Something finally happened Mr.Stark himself came up to my desk,”(Y/n), right, what are you doing sitting here,”he was drumming his hand on the white marble. “Great, I’m getting fired, I knew this day would come,” I thought to myself. “Sir, F.R.I.D.A.Y. does all my work, so I sit here,” I spoke. He opened up a file,”says here you have a mechanical engineering degree; that include welding?” I nodded my head,”yes sir, why do you ask?” He closed the file and looked at me,”because I need help in my lab and instead of hiring new people just promote older people, you in?” I frantically nodded my head. He smiled,”great, you start Monday. Wear casual clothes you don’t mind getting dirty.”

I did as Mr.Stark asked and wore leggings,converse, and a shirt so long it touched my knees that I bunched up and tied with a rubber band. I put no effort into my hair and stuck it into a high ponytail l put on only foundation and left. ,”This job is better already,” I thought to myself.

It was super weird walking into the tower dressed as casual as possible,”sixth floor, got it,”I stepped in to the elevator.I felt out of place, all these people dressed in business clothes and well built. I was in basically pajamas and had a little extra weight, everyone was trying to fix themselves in the reflection but i couldn’t see anything but a clothed brown blob in a sea of pale sticks. I don’t care it makes me stand out. One man asked if I was the janitor. when the sixth floor approached I replied with no and stepped out apparently not many people are allowed on this floor because the look of shock on his face was priceless. I was walking towards his lab but then i realized that I don’t know where that is. I walked up to the first person I saw and asked where his lab was,”why do you need to know? are you taking out the trash in there or something,” they sneered. Why does everyone think I’m the maid! “Look I’m just trying to find his lab, I don’t need to find a fucking idiot too,” I held the bridge of my nose and let out a huff. They just looked at me,”what would Tony Stark want to do with you.” Suddenly the man in question appeared behind them,”Try and figure out why she’s late, but i see why.” they just walked away. most of the day was spent looking at and updating/fixing old Iron Man suits, but it was the best first day I’ve had.      

About a week in Mr. Stark walked in with the winter solider, minus the arm. “(Y/N), Bucky, Bucky,(Y/N),” he introduced. I had heard things about him like how he could kill you with his pinky, either one. Him intensely staring at me didn’t help my nerves. Tony finally broke the silence,”since this guy is finally himself again I thought I’d give him a welcome back present,” he gestured to the soldier,”sadly, I cant make all of it right now because I have a huge project. So you get to design, assemble, and bond his new arm, I’ll take care of the tech aspect. I suggest that you two start talking so you get the design how he wants,” and with that he left.

“So…Bucky, do you want to get down to business or get to know each other,” this was really weird. He just stayed silent. “Okay…. I’ll take that as a work, so I was thinking of a design that looks like your other arm or slightly smaller but realistic, also I could get rid of that star for you,” still nothing. I grabbed the measuring tape from the table and he flinched,”hey, it’s just measuring tape, If I can’t get you to talk can you let me get the dimensions of your arm,”I slowly approached him and he nodded. After I got the measurements I told him he could leave, but he stayed. I just went back to the sketch and payed him no mind. That was until he said,”are you going to make it look like my old arm,” I looked at him,”if that’s what you want.” He shook his head quickly,”I don’t want any part of my body to be marked or resemble what HYDRA did to me.” I leaned forward in my chair,”then tell me what you want,” I was looking him in the eyes. He leaned back, “Stark makes amazing things with minimal user input, why can’t you.” I looked back down at my sketch book,”I’m not Stark, and he knows those people. I don’t know you,” I ripped off my sketch and handed it to him. I got up from my seat,”if you want lunch let me know now,” he said nothing so I left.

When I came back I didn’t find Bucky but I did find a note that said “just don’t give me a Iron Man arm and we’re good- Bucky.”

Since he wouldn’t tell me anything I looked through files Tony gave me and asked Steve about him whenever he came in with his shield after missions. I got all the plans from tony and made the final sketch. I know he didn’t care but I asked Steve to give him the sketch anyway.  

Bucky’s P.O.V

“Hey Buck, special delivery from the 6th floor,”Steve walked in with a piece of paper and handed it to me. “Tony send you a love letter or something,” Sam joked. I rolled my eyes at him, and I opened up the paper to see a complete diagram and sketch of an arm which I assume would be mine followed by a note that said,”I know you said you don’t care but here’s the sketch anyway. What do you think?- (Y/N).” My stupid grin made both Sam and Steve worried,”It’s a love letter I knew it,” Sam shouted. “It’s not a love letter, it’s a sketch from (Y/N)’“ Steve answered for me. Sam looked very confused,”who the fuck is (Y/N).” I answered this one,”dude, she’s worked here for almost 2 years now. She’s the one that used to sit in that desk downstairs. Now she’s helping Tony make my new arm and repair Steve’s shield.” Sam just nodded his head, “wait is  she the one that shows up in long t-shirts and jeans all the time. I’m surprised she still works here.” I looked at him,”why, she seems fine here.” I really hoped he was gonna say she’s way to talented but I got this instead,”everyone says that she is the ugliest girl here and call her all these mean things, if I were her I’d had slapped every last one of em’.” I clenched my jaw, what about her is ugly? She’s amazing, if I weren’t a scared little punk I would have asked her out.

Your P.O.V

Today was the start of the actual project at least 2 months of melting, molding, and a whole lot of metal. I was struggling to move some sheets of scrap metal when Bucky stopped by. Between him, Steve, and Tony I have approximately 3 people I trust and talk to here, so it’s nice when he stops by.”Hey Bucky, I see you got my sketch,”immediately after I said that I lost my balance. He tried to catch me but I had already dropped the metal and was falling into it. I braced myself for the impact but it never came,”I take it that was the metal for my arm,”he pulled me up and brushed me off. “actually it’s some scrap metal I’m sending to the manufacturer of all the pieces. They only have so much,”I crouched down to pick up the pieces. Suddenly a white service dog walked in and sat down next to Bucky . He rubbed the back of his neck,”that’s FUBAR he’s my new roommate in a way.” “Well normally I would pet a dog the second I get the chance but I don’t think that you want to give him a bath,” I held out my pitch black hands. He understood and asked,”well what can I do to help,” I couldn’t turn him away he looked like a child asking their older sibling is they could play with them. “Can you take the rest of the scrap metal to those boxes by the door. Then we can start on moving the sheets of titanium.” He nodded his head and told FUBAR to sit outside the workshop.

By the time we were done both of us were covered in black smudges and had gone through two bags of chips, an extra large pizza, and 500 pounds of metal,”that took a while I need to go home and sleep for 20 hours,” I laughed. He smiled,”yeah, FUBAR  is probably starving.” The poor dog was asleep right where Bucky had left him. “See you tomorrow I got a lot of things to upgrade,” I locked up the workshop and we went our separate ways.

Bucky’s P.O.V

When I got home I fed FUBAR and went into my room to take off my smudged clothes and take a shower when I was walking through the  living room Sam and Steve shot up from the couch,”where have you been it’s 12 AM!,” Steve shouted. “Relax, I was with (Y/N),” I pushed past him. I poked my head from around the door frame of my room “you didn’t notice my clothes.” I thought I herd Sam yell,”get it Bucky,” but I shrugged it off. I made my way to the shower and turned on the water. it felt really nice to wash off all the sweat from today. I let FUBAR into my room after I got into pajamas and let him lie down next to me and fell asleep. All I could think about was (Y/N), and I didn’t care.

Your P.O.V

Today started as a pretty crappy one. While I was in the elevator some random guy just kept staring at me and when we were alone he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall,”never thought Stark would hire a fat bitch,” he whispered against my ear. “get off of me creep,” I writhed against his wrist. He started kissing against my neck and I could feel his crotch rubbing against me. Then like the heavens opened up, the door opened and he pulled away and I quickly walked out the door. I was so on edge I walked past Bucky and straight to the workshop. I grabbed my laptop to see what I had to do while Mr. Stark was away at a conference, but FUBAR rested his head on me and licked my face. “okay you have my attention,” I laughed while running my hand through his fur. Bucky walked up next to me, “You wanna come with me to walk FUBAR,” he asked. I checked my email and I had nothing to do so I agreed.

Bucky’s P.O.V

I knew something was wrong with (Y/N) when she walked past me like I didn’t exist. FUBAR noticed too because he did to her what he does to me when I wake up from a nightmare or had a flashback. When that happens I usually go outside and try to forget about it.

It was nice to have someone to talk to while walking FUBAR, and I think he liked seeing me happy. we just walked around the city and made jokes and even though I wasn’t the one upset I felt better. We sat down on a bench and my stomach started to growl that’s when I realized I hadn’t eaten breakfast and it was almost one in the afternoon,”man, I’m hungry,”I said while throwing my head back. Her eyes lit up,”I know this really good italian place a few blocks away from here and I haven’t had time to go, come on,” she pushed me off the bench and we walked to the restaurant.

When we walked in a bell rang at the top of the door and the smell of pasta and pastries filled my nose. It was a small restaurant but it had a homely feeling. An old woman walked out of the kitchen and smiled,”(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in months,” she looked over at me and FUBAR,”and who is this.” (Y/N) just laughed,”hello to you too Mrs.Torelli this is Bucky, and the walking snowball is FUBAR.” Mrs.Torelli went for a handshake,”it’s nice to meet you Bucky,” she crouched down,”and you too FUBAR.” We walked towards a table and talked, and ate, and talked some more. When I checked the time on my phone I was supersized with how late it had gotten. FUBAR was asleep under the table he was probably dying of hunger being surrounded by all this food. (Y/N) noticed too, she quickly got up,”bye Mrs.Torelli, money’s on the table.” “You two lovebirds take care now,” Mrs.Torelli joked. (Y/N) froze and started stuttering,” hes not…we’re not,” she just bowed her head. Mrs.Torelli just waved us out.

On the way back (Y/N) finally opened up. She let out a sigh,”you know, I thought this day was going to be really bad after what happened in the elevator, but it turned out to be one of the best days I’ve had in a while.” I looked at her confused,”what happened in the elevator,” she didn’t say anything. I tried again,”what happened (Y/N).” She breathed in.”this man kept staring at me like a piece of meat and looking me up and down. When we were the only ones left he pinned me against the wall and called me a fat bitch. If it weren’t for those doors opening he would’ve….he would’ve,” she was crying now. “Shhh, it’s okay I got you,” I whispered as I held her. We arrived back at the tower. “I’m gonna sleep in the workshop tonight, I don’t feel like walking home.” I gave a sympathetic look,”you could sleep on the couch upstairs if you want,” I understood why she didn’t want to walk home alone. “no thanks, I don’t want to invade your space besides, I have a pull out couch in there,” she smiled at me. I was a little disappointed that she said no but I can’t blame her.

The only sound you could hear in the elevator was the gears turning and FUBAR panting. She had waved goodbye and left the elevator. I fed FUBAR and got into my pajamas but I thought about (Y/N) downstairs alone so I checked on her. She was on the pull out couch with no blanket using her arm as a pillow. So, I went upstairs grabbed a couple pillows and a blanket and went back downstairs. I put the blanket over her and left the pillows off to the side. I was about to leave when I felt her grab my arm and groan,”don’t leave,” I slid next to her and wrapped my arm around her waist. In a few minutes I drifted off to sleep.

Two months. that’s how long it was after that day. Me and FUBAR have been sitting on the couch in her workshop. Tony trusted her more now she was working on as many projects as him. Which meant I had less time to spend with her. One day she told me I couldn’t show up for a while and I was upset. I loved watching her work, the way she forgets that anyone’s around and how she even begins to understand all those tools is beyond me. All the jokes and the way she mumbles to herself make my day. Now I couldn’t be near her. What did I do wrong?

Your .P.O.V.

I felt really bad about kicking Bucky out, but the parts for his arm came in and I want it to be a surprise. Since I couldn’t let him into the workshop I stopped by his place upstairs. I was about knock on the door to his room when Steve walked by,”(Y/N) what are you doing here,”he asked. I leaned in,”I don’t want Bucky to see his new arm so I said he couldn’t come to the workshop, but that doesn’t mean that I cant have lunch with him right,” I was whispering so Bucky couldn’t hear. “oh, okay, go on in. Be warned he hasn’t come out of his room all day,” then Steve walked off.

When I opened the door I saw Bucky lying face first on his bed with FUBAR on top of him.  FUBAR jumped off of Bucky and started pawing at my legs,”good to see you too,” I scratched behind his ear. As soon as Bucky heard my voice he shot up and looked at me,”what are you doing here,” he ran to grab the bags from Mrs.Torelli out of my hands. “I felt bad about not letting you in, so until you’re allowed back I thought I’d eat lunch with you,” I held up the lunch I packed. He smiled and moved over on his bed,“I’d like that.”

And I kept my word. I ate lunch with Bucky everyday for 3 months. One day I burst into Bucky’s room, he wasn’t there, so I ran into the kitchen. Steve, Bucky, and anyone watching looked really confused. I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards the elevator FUBAR close behind. “woah, (Y/N), slow down,” he almost tripped over the steps to the elevator. “sorry, I’m just excited,” and with that the doors close. When the doors opened I led him to the doors out side the shop door,”close your eyes,” I was smiling like an idiot. he rolled his eyes, but closed them. “Now open them,” his eyes grew wide. In front of him was a black arm made of titanium (mixed with the smallest bit of vibrainum because that shit is expensive),”Tony did all the tech work but don’t worry I made sure he didn’t go overboard. and the final product was a NIGHTMARE to weld, but it’s worth it.” He just stood there,”It’s….it’s, amazing, you made this,” he was walking closer and I was getting nervous. I admit I have feelings for Bucky but, I don’t want to rush him, he’s been through so much, he should be ready. “yeah, now lets get this baby on you, and don’t worry, you can actually take this one off if you want,” I moved away because it was getting a little too much for me. I pulled out a seat,”come on,” I patted the chair. He sat down and I put the sleeve on him. Once the arm was on I took a step back,”I’m good,” I said while nodding my head slowly. He tried moving it but it barely budged. My smile faltered,”don’t worry, it takes some getting used to, I’ll help you.” he looked a little happier after I’d said that. He crouched down and let FUBAR sniff his arm,”what do you think buddy,” he then scratched under his collar. FUBAR just barked happily, I guess we were both happy to see Bucky smiling .

Bucky’s P.O.V

Trying to get my new arm to cooperate with the rest of my body was difficult, frustrating even. It’s been 7 months and I can barely hold a knife let alone use it. “THIS IS POINTLESS,” I yelled. “relax, how about we walk FUBAR huh,”(Y/N) suggested. I’m surprised she still believes in me It’s been a year, how is she not sick of me? I reluctantly agreed and kept the arm on for once.

One thing I like about (Y/N) is that she always has a joke or comeback, which came in handy today. “Hey buddy what are you doing,” some man yelled at me. I raised my eyebrow,”what are you talking about,” my head tilted to the side slightly. “ The girl,” he replied like it was obvious. “What are you talking about,” I was still confused. “Why are you near her, she’s black and you’re white,” he had the most punch-able face in that moment. I was about to say something but (Y/N) beat me to it,”it’s not the 1960′s or earlier he can hang out with me if he wants,” She grabbed me by the arm and we started to leave. He yelled,”yeah, walk away, all of you do. All of you are fucking disgusting. I bet your mom is a fucking broke slut like everyone else. I hope the KKK hangs all of you,” I knew what he was doing. (Y/N) stopped in her tracks. I was about to say something but she turned around and stalked over to him. If people thought my ‘murder strut’ was bad they should see hers. She grabbed him by the shirt,”say one more thing, I dare you,” Her teeth were gritted and she was staring holes into his eyes. I think this guy had a death wish because he kept on talking,”what, you’re gonna sit on me? I know you’re soft, won’t even hurt a fly. Bet a bitch like you is probably used to being the one under a man,” He smirked. That did it, especially with what happened to (Y/N) a while a go. Me and anyone watching knew he was screwed and no one stopped (Y/N). She brought her face closer,”everyone has a dark side,” I swear her eyes turned pitch black. I’m going to spare you the details but that guy’s gonna look like a walking mummy. I just stood there mouth open, this girl won’t even kill a roach but has no problem putting a guy in the hospital. She walked up next to me,”no one talks about my mom like that,” I got that message loud and clear.

I got more control over my arm, even to the point where I decided to wear it around everyone else. Tony’s birthday was coming up soon and we all know how Tony gets about celebrations especially if it’s about him. I would go if (Y/N) went, of course, I’m not gonna tell Tony that.

Your P.O.V

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY,” I shouted and placed a small cake in front of Mr. Stark. “Thanks, (Y/N). I assume you’ll be at the party after work,” he laughed. “sure, but don’t expect anything too fancy out of me,” I smiled.

Mr. Stark is known to have crazy party’s and this one is no acceptation. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Bucky in a black leather jacket and jeans. “hey (Y/N), some party huh,” he ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, it’s pretty-,”I cut myself off because I recognized a certain face. Bucky looked where I was ,”(Y/N), Is someone bothering you,” he asked. I snapped out of my trance,”no, hey where’s FUBAR,” I quickly changed the subject. He pointed towards an empty corner. I smiled “I know what that means and I don’t think you’re talking about the dog,” I moved closer. He looked at me,”no, it’s more about the one he’s assigned to, it’s pretty true,” He was getting closer. “I think he needs a more accurate name then,” we were millimeters away from each other now. We just stood there, all one of us had to do was close the gap and that year of unknown affection would end. But we were interrupted.

Him. I froze. “(Y/N), long time no see,” he had a cocky grin that I wanted to punch repeatedly. Bucky noticed how I was acting,”(Y/N), do you know this guy,” he looked concerned. He budded in,”of course she does, now I need to talk to her alone.” I moved closer to the corner FUBAR was in. I felt my body tense up but I refused to let any one see me cry.

So I ran.

I was in an empty hallway and I broke down. I started sobbing. Hy breath was getting caught in my throat. I was shaking like crazy. With every second going by it was getting harder to breathe. I hate this. I hate that one man can make me break down to points I’ve never experienced. I felt so helpless. Bucky found me and pulled me into his arms,”you’re okay, you’re okay,” he pulled me closer to his chest. After my breathing got back to normal he wiped my tears. He looked at me, “(Y/N), is he the guy,” he asked. I just nodded. His jaw clenched,”wait here,” he spoke through gritted teeth. I was sitting in the corner with FUBAR’s head in my lap when he came back. Except he wasn’t alone,”what the hell Buck,” Steve yelled. I poked my head around the corner, Steve, Mr. Stark, Black Widow, and Falcon were all staring at Bucky. He just rolled his eyes,”you didn’t let me get a good punch in,” He looked over to where I was. Mr. Stark noticed,”what are you looking at.” Bucky got defensive,”nothing.” Mr. Stark turned the corner to see my tear stained faced sat in the corner with a giant service dog in my lap. He looked extremely confused,”(Y/N), happened,” he had a look of pity on his face. Before I could answer Bucky said,”he happened,” and explained. Next thing I know, he is being pinned against the wall by an Iron man hand and they all take a swing at him, Bucky puts a little extra power in his though. He offered his hand to pull me up and I took it. He puts his arm around my waist,“no one does that to you,” He smirked, I laughed at the obvious reference to the incident a couple of weeks ago. He rubbed the back of his neck,”you can leave if you want, it’s understandable.” he looked a little upset. “I think I’ll stay, Why pass up a Stark party right,”I smiled. His eyes lit up and we walked back into the party.

It was actually fun when I went back in. I got to meet the rest of the Avengers and I think they liked me especially when most of the guest left and it was just us. I let out a yawn and rested my head on Bucky’s shoulder as Thor told one of his Asguardan battle stories. When all was said and done I said my goodbyes and left.

Bucky’s P.O.V

“Tell her how you feel Buck,” Steve said after (Y/N) left. “I will when the time is right,” I replied. He rolled his eyes,”it’s been a year, since you met her.” Of course everyone started getting involved. “If you don’t tell her I will,” Tony budded in. Steve joined the conversation again,”just, don’t wait too long,” Natasha comes in,”it’s obvious she likes you, what’s holding you back.” I sighed,”I’m scared and clueless okay. I don’t know what will happen when or if I ask her out and I’m worried that she’ll be a target to anyone trying to kill me,” that was valid right. Natasha spoke,”fate will be the judge of that, just go with it.” I knew I had to tell her eventually, “okay.”

A couple of days later I walked into her workshop. She stopped working and smiled at me,”Hey, this is a surprise,” she gave me a hug. I rubbed the back of my neck nervously,”can I talk to you for a second,” I stared at the floor. Her smile fell,”sure, I got time,” she said. I was so nervous I started talking really fast,”Ireallylikeyouand-,” she cut me off. “I can’t understand what you’re saying, slow down,”she laughed. I took a deep breath,”I really like you and I have for about as long as we’ve known each other. It’s okay if you don’t like me back or if you’re not ready.” She put her arms around my neck and I stopped talking. We paused for a second but I closed the gap. The kiss had a year of built up emotions poured into it and was better than anything I had imagined. When we pulled away she said,”what happens now.” I pulled her into my hip and kissed her on the cheek,“lets find out, doll,” I smirked. Tony and Steve walked in,”finally,”Tony yelled. “took you long enough,”Steve patted me on the back. Me and (Y/N) just laughed.

This was going to be good, I know it.

Expectancy–The Discovery (Part 1/?)


So a long while back I saw this post by unflavoredskelly in the Papyton tag, and honestly I was so taken by the idea that it wouldn’t leave me alone until I put it into fic form.

(I’ll be putting it up onto AO3 within the next couple of days!)

Rating: Mature
Pairing: Papyton (mentioned Alphyne)
Word Count: 5074
Summary: After some drunken night shenanigans at a party, Papyrus ends up pregnant… by Mettaton. Unfortunately the latter can barely even remember who the skeleton even is. Maybe by spending time with Papyrus, Mettaton can rediscover the charm that his drunk self had been so taken with to begin with.

Warnings: Skelepreg, mentions of vomiting, alcohol mentions

Something was off.

Papyrus rolled over in bed, screwing his eye sockets shut against the headache and nausea that surged through him. Was he getting sick? It didn’t happen so often, but on the occasions that it did, it was unbearable.

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Headcanon that Will’s glasses tic is so programmed into his muscles that he’s been sitting in bed or swimming and jabbed his face going to push up the glasses he isn’t currently wearing.

fo4 gang play fighting with sole

An anon requested some fluffy goodness c: here you go hunnybun

Cait: Her and sole are a little rough when they play fight, usually just trying to pin the other down to prove who is best, they always are careful to not actual hut the other as it’s just a bit of fun 

Curie: She doesn’t like to fight but if sole annoys her enough, she’ll pin them down and tickle them till they’re crying for mercy 

Codsworth: He can’t really play fight so the two just call each other silly names and act daft to make the other laugh 

Dogmeat: He bashes at sole with his paws and pounces on them wagging his tail, he loves to play fight with them, he never bites though 

Danse: Knowing he’s quite strong he’s extremely careful and always let’s sole push him around and win, he only fights back when sole tickles him because of how ticklish he is.

Deacon: Their play fighting involves a full arsenal of pillows, tacking and cuddling till the other surrenders, the others are sick of losing their pillows to the pair of them 

Hancock: PIns sole down and tickles and pinches them, he pretends to go feral on sole, mocking biting them as the playfully attacks, sole always ends up in fits of laughter 

Nick: He can’t fight properly incase he gets to much ware and tear, but the two enjoy pushing and poking at each other childishly for fun 

Maccready: The two go full dodgy ninja on each other, laughing and making exaggerated movements, they pretend to be comic book characters, and sometimes even wear silly masks   

Preston: He really get’s into it, tackling sole and blocking all their attacks, he even picks them up and throw them onto soft surfaces, like the couch or bed, he always has sole laughing with how childish he becomes 

Piper: What starts off as a play fight just results in fits of laughter and rolling about on the floor, poking at each others sides till neither of them can breath from laughter  

Strong:  NO, don’t ever try to play fight with strong 

X6-88:  He tries to be careful, but the two always end up getting carried away, bruising and injuring each other, they still find it fun though, the usual have a bit of an apologetic cuddle afterwards, still laughing