#I swear when I saw this notif I was like: ain't no way that's a bot

[hime-bee]

No because these bots are getting more advanced with these usernames????

[ivysangel]

in an alternate universe partition was written about dick grayson because it's so him i just KNOWWW he'd do that shit!! with his cocky smile and everything 🤭

NONNIE NONNIE NONNIE !!!!!!! saw this ask half asleep while checking my notifs and had to force myself to get some rest instead of answering it bc i got SO excited even in my delirious half asleep state. obviously i'm listening to it rn while writing this, like NONNIE ??? i'm smiling, literally not joking i'm cheesin like a fucking loser. quick ro lore before we get into the GOOD stuff: massive beyoncé stan, MASSIVE partition stan !!!! massive music lover and pop culture fiend too like this might just be my favorite ask ever. anyway.

who said in an alternate universe bc it's definitely this one. i literally ghostwrote the song with dick grayson in mind err? like i do just wanna be the girl he likes (everybody point and laugh). like the song, aside from being about super hot sex, is about being so into your partner that you'll give everything to them, do anything for them, put all this effort into catching their eye as if you don't already have it. 'take all of me i just wanna be the girl you like' (cassie in euphoria s2 is that u?) IS SOOOOOOOOOOO REAL TO ME !!!!! like i would do anything for him. (side note, why am i listening to partition and hearing jay on the bg vocals? like am i going insane orrr)

(everything under the cut is just smut)

'he popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse/he monica lewinski'd all on my gown' and 'took forty-five minute to get all dressed up and we ain't even gon' make it to this club' ??? oh exactly. you put all this effort into looking good for him, and unlke CASSIE in eufuckingphoria season 2, it works out for you oh my god it does. 'driver roll up the partition please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc...car sex. but you're not going to a club, no it's a wayne enterprises gala and you don't even get there until hours later because you're almost fully naked in the back seat getting dicked down by dick grayson !!

'handprints and footprints on my glass, handprints and good grips all on my ass' ugh real music literally real fucking music. you're straddling him as he manspreads, cock buried in you, and your fingernails are digging into the black leather seats. his ties been loosened, shirt opened, and there's red smudged on top of blooming hickeys. the glass is foggy, the only semi clear parts being your handprints from when the pleasure got overwhelming. 'now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged/oh, he so horny yeah, he want to fuck' like it's dick grayson, he'd fuck you into next week on a normal day so ofc he'd do it when you get all dolled up. ofc everyone's wondering when pretty boy grayson's gonna make an appearence in front of the flashing cameras. 'over there i swear, i saw them cameras flash' rolls down the partition just a smidge, to tell the driver to park somewhere private so you're not caught in an extremely compromising position. not that he really cares, everyone already knows he gets play anyways, it's more about your comfortability. tits out and pussy facing the world, on the cover of tmz and shit bc he got just a bit too cocky. no never that.

'cheauffer eavesdroppin' tryin' not to crash' you and the driver both end up getting a tip that night. he's sorry, he really is. but he just couldn't resist you, not when you were dressed like that. your intention was to have amazing mind blowing sex with dick that night but not in the back of a moving car. 'driver roll up the partition, please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc it was just supposed to be some quick head and now his pants are ruined, your dress is torn, hair messed up on both ends, and the amount of hickeys between the both of you is concerning.

you'd do it all again tho, and he knows you would. shit, he would too !!! and that's so evident in the way he teases you for the next few weeks about it. asking if he should take the dress to the dry cleaners knowing it looks like you'd been in a fight, suggesting you wear the lipstick shade from that night, asking if you need a cheauffer anytime you have to go anywhere, and giving you knowing looks everytime someone asks why you guys showed up at the gala over an hour late. "wardrobe malfunction and car trouble." he says with a smile. it looks normal to whoever you're talking to but you know it holds a level of cockiness that is so completely unfathomable, a level of cockiness he only gets when he fucks you.

(got a little carried away nonnie my b. ughh how i love a good lyrical breakdown, even out of order lol. seriously, this made my day. literally woke up and got straight to it. did not proofread this bc i...just woke up lmao)

[iplayghoul]

𝐒𝐎𝐒.

pairing:: gojo satoru x reader

word count:: 3.2k

warnings:: toxic relationship, cheating, trauma, emotional sex, masturbation, weed use/mention, obsessive & possessive reader, sex toys, childhood trauma, unhealthy relationships, angst, oral sex f!receiving, black coded characters (?), vaginal sex, daddy kink (one time), hurt with little to no comfort, mature content.

notes:: this isnt me yall... i swear LMAOO anyways this work as a part of the SOS Collab by @sirenh4ll ! inspired by my interpretation of SOS by SZA. short playlist that i felt suited the vibe, listening isnt necessary. enjoy!! rbgs wit comments appreciated, ignore typos.

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞. Nah, lil' bitch, can't let you finish. Yeah, that's right, I need commission on mine. All that sauce you got from me. All that shit I gave for free. I don't want it back, want it back. This ain't no warnin' shot. In case all you hoes forgot.

Eyes blurry with a fat glob of tears, lashes heavy with 'em. Your lower half bare, tucked comfortably into your bedroom pillows with a hand lazily holding your right thigh up. Eyes roll around your head slackly, blank and dizzy with the harsh press of your vibrator to your clit. Your hand gripped the wand tight and maintained the slow motions, reddened eyes fluttering shut, swirling around and open again. Your head felt floaty, like you weren't even there. The bright light from your phone, a new message, reflects off the glassy coating of your eyes as Gojo Satoru responds to the 'I miss you' message you'd sent him not even 10 minutes before the vibrator started torturing you.

'toru — you miss me? thats funny.

Your hand came off your thigh, vibrator slipping a little lower in your next hand, leaking hole tingling with the sensation of the circles being rubbed just below your clit. Acrylics tapped against the screen as you hazily attempt to unlock your phone; finger print on the censor then to the notification. Squinting at the brightness a little and coughing at the smoke from the blunt you'd neglected on the side table. It wasn't your first, the coughing turned into whining and fresh tears built up in your eyes again— it pushed the old ones over the edge of your eyes and down your cheeks to lips that were wet with spit, lip gloss and snot from all the crying. Crying that started back up in another round as you typed out a response, hoping to get a desirable answer out of him.

you — yea.

you — u kno last night i cried?

Maybe you were the obsessed one. Satoru doesn't live that far from you, same block almost, but he's lucky you didn't see each other in person since he broke it off. His ass wasn't serious for real, you'd think scrolling on his Instagram, stalking his stories and liking his posts; on your main account so that hoe would know you didn't give a fuck. All that funny shit aside, all you wanted was to call him 'Mine'. He poses up smiling wide, long white lashes that rivaled his teeth and heavy lids drooping over his eyes. Shirtless on the edge of a pool with a pretty thing slung up under his shoulder. You stared at that picture for— I don't know how long, so long the weed was startin to take over n' you saw yourself in her.

Her hips had the same dips as yours, he grabbed the fat on her thigh the way he'd grab yours, her smile dimpled with grills decorated her bottom row of teeth the same way yours did. To be honest, Satoru's needy n' clingy ass was just a sneaky link. Everything about you stalking his Instagram just the day before, wouldn't have happened if you didn't get attached— or was that what he wanted you to think? All that shit you put into him when you said 'You know I like you?'. That morning when you two were laid up next to each other, he woke with the same tranquility and softness he slept with and you said you loved him. You knew he didn't want a relationship. So yeah, you cried n' you cried when he broke it off, your obsession with every bitch he'd talk to, 'She look like a mini-me don't she?'.

Calling him attached, obsessed: weird, when you got deeper into each other, falling in love with you. In your mind you promised you'd stop with all that bullshit you talked to him, realizing how you fucked over the relationship but refusing to admit being the cause of it. His needy ass just wanted to replace you, hung up on you like you didn't crave him every waking day.

'toru — i have a girl.

you — i didn't say nothing about that, baby.

you — wanna cme over?

You stare at the text, lip quivering and hand quivering over the keypad, knowing the exact trap you were walking into, or walking him into. You never imagined being the type to message an ex for a hookup, not even try to make him a cheater but you were horny. Wanted him to suck your tits. To touch you in any way he wanted, slap you, fuck you crazy n' when you back up cause' he's too deep he'd pull you back down on him by your arms. Strangle the fuck out you, spit on you– in you. Anything, in you.

You shut off the vibrator, tossing it a little to the side and picking up a small silicone dildo you had laying on the bed. Toying with it in your hands, bored and aimless, just wanting to feel something. Sex wasn't that good anymore, not when it wasn't with him, you wanted to make love, get hurt, get fucked, make love n' get hurt. You release the tension from your neck, dropping your head back into the pillows and staring at the ceiling and playing the tip of the dildo at your entrance. Pushing it barely in and out just to ear the slick sucking noise and popping it back out, wet and loose for his cock to fill it up. Your eyes flutter shut and you push the dildo in you further, feeling your cunt suction on it like it was a pacifier. Caught up in your head you feel like your spirit becomes detached, the yearning for him so strong you've become disconnected from your body. Wanting him so deeply in your soul. The room starts the spin, behind the darkness of your eyelids and the notification sound from your phone tugs you back into your body and you open your eyes. Cunt still dripping with dissatisfaction with the dildo but it satisfies an itch just slightly.

'toru — already told u, i got a girl.

you — u kno ion care bout that, fuck the consequences fr.

A sigh, "Fuck!" The dildo gets thrown across the room and suddenly you're transported back to being a child, following your mother around the house for even an ounce of attention you'd never receive. Nothing besides a pop in the mouth for talking out of line. It was pathetic almost, your face screwed up into an ugly cry, a sob ripping from deep in your diaphragm straight through your throat. In desperation, grabbing at the spot where your heart was through the muscle of your breast and grabbing your phone. Hands typing fast.

you — please. please satoru please | seen.

Sobs shook your shoulders, hands pressing at your eyes and getting wet with your tears, phone screen still in hand. Your tears touch the sensitive screen and trigger random keys on the pad to send to him. You didn't know if he was seeing it but you didn't care. A part of you felt embarrassed, the sober you from tomorrow would look back on it. He probably thought you were drunk, gone on fuckin' drugs but he wouldn't be too far off. Sitting on your bed in just a big shirt, naked on the bottom, bawling your heart out for a man who you weren't sure pity you actually deserved. A man with everything handed to him as a child, who denied himself love and commitment for that exact reason. Was he Satoru Gojo because you loved him? Or did you love him because he was Satoru Gojo.

Just this once, he thought. He'd allow himself to become attached. To feel love, to grow with someone in love, to become clingy and needy for their love. Only to be shut down, mocked and bullied with words. You're crazy lucky he remembered the pass key to your apartment, you didn't have the heart to change it. Crazy lucky the man you wanted was walking heavy up the stairs to your bedroom. Crazy lucky Satoru was looking down at your pathetic, sobbing form crumpled among your bedsheets and pillows. Insanely lucky that, with red rimmed and tired eyes he sunk his knees onto the bed and crawled towards you with arms outstretched.

Grabbing you by the jaw, Satoru's eyes, shining bright and blue in the dim light of your bedroom, inspects your face. He presses a kiss, soft and gentle onto the tears that streamed down your face anew. He removes your phone from your hand and throws it to the side, "I loved you, you know that?" And your heart aches listening to the past, the maturity in his voice. You nod, silent with a sniffle. His eyes are so distracting, at this point you're peering past his eyes that tell you sorrowful words and instead stare into his soul. It wants you.

Satoru kisses about your face now, you don't know all that he said but it didn't matter anymore. He was here. He kisses your wet face with his soft lips, kissing the tips of your ears and behind your neck while whispering about how much you fucked up. How much he missed you, how much he tried to replace you with someone else. Your pussy pulsed, his lips were on your neck and you felt hot as they kissed and pulls at your skin gently. They travel lower and lower, his wispy white hair tucking itself under your neck as his mouth was open wide n' wet around your tits. Stretching your already stretched out shirt to fit his head in, making room to slot his lips over your nipples and full his mouth.

You gasp, he's grabbing you by your tummy to push you back into the pillows. Satoru's lips urgent about the swell of your belly and below the pooch, he pulls at your belly ring with his teeth to feel you flinch. Your hand cards through his hair, his teeth nipping at the skin of your thighs, around your cunt. Large hands forcing your legs apart, his tall, muscular frame dominating yours. He puffs out a few breaths, teasing your cunt with the heat against it. You dare not say a word, accepting everything he gave you with nothing more than a gasp, whine, whimper and moan. The silent sensual trade between your souls under-way.

He points his tongue, trailing it between the slop left over from your own self-pleasure, circling it around your clit before flattening his tongue to cover more surface. A whine dies in your throat, before he's closing his mouth over your clit, sucking and licking into you like he's making out with your cunt. Satoru slips his tongue in, teasing it at the entrance of your pussy. He pushes his face deeper into you and you grab the pillows, done up hair, messy and in disarray from the crying and whining you'd done in the past week. He looks up at you, through his eyelashes, you could only a bit of his eyes, bright and a deeper blue. Satoru breathes out heavily and plunges his tongue in you, fucking into your neglected cunt with much needed stimulation. His nose pressing into your clit with every motion, and forehead covered with a sheen of sweat, shoved into your belly.

"Do you like that, pretty girl?" Satoru's velvety voice cuts through the ear, his lips hover above your cunt with his hot breath tickling you, a sticky string of your juices connecting his lips back to your clit. It's almost as if knowing it's wrong, he can't bring himself to stop, the softness in his voice as he looks up at you from between your legs. And you only nod, the will to speak having left you completely. All you can do is observe the way his muscles bulge out of his wife beater, holding himself up and gripping your thighs. "I asked you a question, darling." He spits onto your clit and sucks everything into his mouth, the slick sensation around your clit eliciting a whimper, "F– feels good, daddy." your voice barely rising to a whisper, the last word even softer.

With every lick and touch of his tongue you just get wetter, you feel a little spirt of clear liquid find its way into his mouth but you tense up, stomach rolling and clit pulsing like you were holding back your pee and Satoru doesn't let you cum. Pulling down his sweatpants down below his ass, he maneuvers his cock into his hands. You eye him hard, the greyish‐white happy trail going down his stomach, to the well kept hair below his dick. It was fat n' circumcised. The cockhead a mix of pink and purple, leaking pre with veins bulging to the side similarly to his hands, as if it were desperate to release into you. It's a silent process, for the most part, afraid to speak too much words because words make things real. Simply imagining the exchange of 'I love you's' and praises to each other beyond compare was too much for you.

Your ex's bulbous tip was nudging at the entrance of your pussy, you lift your left leg with a hand under the thigh to ease the process while Satoru shifts his hips closer to you. His eyes were trained deeply on you, almost like he was speaking with his spirit. And you return the stare before breaking it when the tip of his dick was dully surrounded by your cunt. Pushed past the first inch and he remained there, groaning loud and throwing his head back in frustration. Maybe words didn't matter anymore, his fucking cock was in you. With every ounce of restraint he had, he held the base of his cock while letting you get used to the burn of the stretch. It wasn't much, thankfully, your cunt wet and pliable from everything you'd done earlier. Blue eyes flutter close, tears were springing in them and he leans forward over you, his shoulders pressing against your face and he bends his head to drop onto yours. Satoru's large hands, up under your knees folded you back as he leaned, his cock slips out. But, your lips press against his shoulders and you decorate his shoulder with your kisses, receiving a kiss at the top of the head. It aches, fresh tears gush in your eyes.

He brings your legs to rest crossed behind your neck and his arms wrap around your back and hug you into him. Satoru forces his cock in slowly, groaning more the deeper he goes and whispering curses above you. His abdominals flex and expand with the slow pace he begins pumping in an out of you. And you cry, head falling back away from his shoulders. Where you'd been staring at the blank ceiling before, his face was there and your blurry eyes connected with his staring right back at you. Mouth slightly agape, and head spinning with every stroke, it felt like everything was going in slow motion and you could only look at him. He drives his cock up to the hilt and curses. "Satoru," You call up to him and his eyes spring with water, your mouth dries, "I really like that," You whisper and whimper with his continuing strokes.

He finds himself enthralled by you, jaw slack and mouth watering. Satoru's eyes flicker from yours to your lips and back, licking his lips and fucking into you quicker. The desperation was starting to take over, walking on eggshells with his cock fucking into you quick and deep wasn't gonna work. His eyes become blurry with tears like yours and he gives in. Hesitating once he embraces your lips in his and you moan out a sigh into each other. Your hands slot into his hair and press him deeper, your tongues dancing together and licking into each others' mouths. Your moans into the kiss mimicing the slap of his hips against yours. He draws back from you, "Fuck, I love you," a strangled sob releases from you and tears drop from his eyes onto your face. He holds your face by your jaw, mushing your cheeks together in his grasp and you gasp, "I– oh shit, it's– deep, I love you— too." Your tears mix together on your cheeks and run down the sides of your face, his hand moves down to clasp the sides of your neck and make the blood rush to your head.

He mumbles curses, 'Shit, shit, shit' with every stroke of his cock in you, feeling your cunt tense up. Your barely responsive frame laying in his hold while soft, low spurts of white-clear liquid wet his cock every time he drags it out of you. He's fucking your squirt back into you. The room was hot, your sweaty skin sticking together with his and the only sounds were the smack of his hips against yours harmonizing with his breathy moans and your whimpers. Your cunt ached and beat with the timing of your heart. "Where you want me to cum?" His voice brings you back to where you were and your eyes roll when you attempt to look at him. Your mind spins fast and your seeing stars, he doesn't stop fucking his cock into you and you're trying not to make a stupid decision. One that would ruin both your lives forever. You think of the pros and cons and he drops his head onto your shoulder and groans.

You're thinking of what your kids would look like, with his pretty eyes, your hair with his albinism. You thought of him standing beside your hospital bed while you gave birth to his babies. His cock was scratching in itch right on your g-spot, digging into the gummy walls of your cunt; you almost felt nauseous. How he'd look guiding your baby through it's first steps, how his blue eyes would light up when it says 'Dada' for the first time. You blink away tears and bite back a squeal as he gets rougher, his lips on your neck and he's mumbling, "Want me to cum in you? Is that it?" And you feel like he's toying with you, giving you what you wanted, giving you the help you asked for in the first place with your S.O.S. And you hiccup, Pushing your hands at his chest 'cause you can't reach his hips to push him away with your legs atop his shoulders.

Your lips are pressed together tight and your moaning behind your tears, muttering 'Thank you, thank you, thank you's' beneath your breath every second that passes by. "Shit. Cum in me, please." You sniffle through the request and Satoru nips at your neck, his cock pulsating with your words and his thrusts becoming eratic. He's spilling into you, "Whatever you want, baby," Hot and white spurts of his cum into your cunt, pushing himself to fuck it deep into you despite his sensitivity. Your lips connect again in a wet, hot kiss, mouths moving against the other's, craving to be as close to each other. In, each other.

You don't know why, but you don't regret it. In the moments you cum all over each other, when time moved so slow, you felt as if you had a chance. A chance you didn't deserve but would hold onto with every fibre in your body when he says into your ear, "You're mine, you understand?" You nod quickly, "I'm yours, I'm yours. I'm sorry." He kisses about your chest as he pulls out, and whispers again, "I love you.

— masterlist.

[misc-obeyme]

NEW MAMMON CARD AND I'M HERE TO YELL ABOUT HIM, I GOT HIM WITHIN 20 PULLS YAYY

But now i gotta pull for Levi !! I haven't read Mammon devilgram yet but I'm so excited!! And the new memory card with 13 and Beel, Im dYING. BEEL IS ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVES AND THE COLLAR AND THE TATTOOS (?) AND WJDJJFKF. AND THIRTEEN?? MA'AM. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ONE CHANCE?!

She looks so prettyyyy 😭 happy pride to me, the bisexuals (me) are winning !!! I'm getting this card no matter what!! My poor coworker watched me have a Moment™ when I saw the cards because I got the notification near closing. AND I JUST SAW THERE'S ANOTHER MEMORY CARD WITH MAMMON IN IT?? I AM SO GRINDING THIS EVENT, CELESTIAL BOXES DON'T GOT NOTHING ON ME !!

Also the login support bonus where Mammon is like "let me show you why they go for the bad boys" like 1. YES PLEASE but 2. okay whatever you say mister heart of gold (would burn the world down for MC probably).

the gloves AKWJDJF and the CHOKER AAAA. THEY'RE ALWAYS GIVING HIM CHOKERS AND COLLARS AND MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT. 😭😭 i needed this after the terrible day i had on Sunday, retail ain't for the weak. It makes me wonder who in the cast could handle working in retail. I'm trying to think of Mammon or Lucifer as managers and having to explain policies, and the specifics of coupons and sales. Or even theft, because you're not allowed to do anything but be overly annoying with customer service. That's a funny idea.

ALSO I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT MY COFFEE AU, I'VE JUST BEEN WAY TOO TIRED TO PUT ANYTHING INTO WORDS OKAY BYEEE

- ✨ anon

AH I got the card tooooo!! I haven't read the Devilgram yet either but that is next!

I actually really like all the villain outfits?? The hero ones are okay, but they're a little boring in comparison. And like the villains got Barbatos, Solomon, AND Mammon!?? I mean there's no question which side I would choose lol.

And yesssss, Beel looks amazing, too!! AND THIRTEEN. She's stunning and I love her.

I pulled more than I maybe would have in the Nightmare because I wanted to grind this event too!! There are so many things that I'm totally loving!! Straight up, it's the villains and the CARDS are really good, too!!!

LOLOL I laughed so hard when I first saw Mammon's login bonus line! I was like listen, I know you think you're a bad boy and that's really dang cute, but we all know you're a good boy. :)

But yes, they REALLY NEED TO STOP with the choker/collar situation!!! I swear it's every single Mammon outfit nowadays and every time it feels like a personal attack lol.

Oof I'm sorry about working retail, I know it sucks! I think Lucifer would be good at being a manager, but he'd probably scare the shit out of customers. Maybe that's a good thing lol. Mammon would charm everybody just by being his adorable self. He's just got that outgoing personality, so I think he'd do all right. Might blow up every now and again with someone pushing too far. I think Asmo would also do well, but he's also not gonna let anyone get away with just anything.

I kinda see Beel being too nice. Like he'd be good at it, but he'd be the one who just lets customers yell at him without defending himself at all.

Belphie, Satan, and Levi would all be failures for different reasons, put those guys in the back lol.

And no worries at all, take your time! No obligations here, I love to hear about it as long as you wish to share it, whenever that may be!

[trippinsorrows]

Ari...like, how are you real?? 😂🤗🫶🏽 This chapter is 🤌🏽 If this were an album, this story is at 💎 status, okay?

I need you to understand that when I saw your notification, I didn't rush to read. Oh, no. I had to make myself presentable. Skin scrubbed, face dermaplaned, scalp clean, moisturizer locked. Blue light glasses on and lips glossed 💫

I'm still processing this incredible chapter:

-Solo, babe, you're taking care of Roman's heart. Not a demotion. You messing up how you're taking care of her is the issue. My eyes are on you, sir.

-Cody...your wife had a Home Alone moment with your kid. Go home and stay there. You're a snake. Just sickening.

-Every Roman / Solana scene this chapter was my favorite. She told the twins, "Let me tend to my man" 😌 He's so in love with that woman, it's beautiful to see. Communication getting stronger and stronger.

-Major props to Solana for handling business all chapter long. I knew those blade trainings would come in handy 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

-Roman's reaction to Cody shows he has a weakness. Xavier wants to exploit it and I'm afraid of who else is going to possibly use his feelings against him.

I believe in this couple so much. Xavier, you're about to meet a different Solana. This Solana can fight and she got back up 🫶🏽

awww, hi, friend! 🥹❤️ that's so crazy you say that because the fact that i remember back in the day where albums were still a thing and to have a diamond album and i vividly recall how massive that was, so i don't take the compliment lightly!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

but friend, i love you prioritizing your self-care routine and pray you did it regardless of if someone updates or not! also, i need to get like you because mine has been lackluster lately 😂😂😂

so so happy that you enjoyed this one!!!

-solo.....well, he apologized so that's something! and one could argue he don't realize how important solana is to roman! or does he?

-not home alone!!!! friend!!! 😭😭😭😭 you ain't ever lied. done lost the whole baby😩😩😩 it will be interesting to see how cody and his role in the story plays out. cause he definitely has a role.

-ugh, yes! though they didn't have a ton of interactions in this one, the few they had really tugged at my heartstrings. you can just see how much they care and love about each other. and after everything they've been through, they need each other, in a way, i think ❤️

-not gonna lie, writing solana whoop wes ass was the highlight of my week. hands down. it was so vindicating to write. 😭😭

-interesting you point that out. yes, our man did show his hand a bit, i'd say 👀👀👀

thank you so much for reading, friend! we're all rooting for roman and solana, i swear, even me, and i'm the damn author 😂❤️

[primaviva]

GIRL AIN'T NO WAY TUMBLR DIDN'T GIVE ME A NOTIFICATION WHEN U DROPED THE NEW FIC 😭😭😭 I JUST SAW IT AND NOW IM GONNA BINGE READ LIKE CRAZY

HAHAHAHA BRO it’s gonna be more than a binge read to be real with you…… that’s 15k words 😕 i didn’t even mean to I SWEAR-

[jerzwriter]

I am so sorry for the crap that's been happening to you. You don't deserve it. No one deserves it. But you particularly have never been anything but nice and welcoming and supportive to everyone. Literally everyone, even those who don't deserve it.

The sort of tremendous jealousy that people who send hate anons live with must be unbearable. Imagine spending that much time and energy trying to drag others down instead of simply focusing on your own stuff.

There are far more people here who support you and love you. Ignore the haters. It speaks volumes about their character, and zero about yours that they would engage in this type of harassment and bullying.

They just want the attention. They're desperate for a fraction of the attention that you get just from being a good writer and a decent human. And instead of trying to be those things themselves, they think that targeting you will somehow bring them the attention that they so desperately crave. It's sad really. What they really need is some mental health help. It ain't normal to act like that.

Keep your head up. Same to anyone else out there who's dealing with this. Because it's not you, it's them. People who send hate anonymously are cowards, bullies and unspeakably pathetic.

Hey Nonny,

Before I begin, I want to thank you. While 99% of asks are positive or fun, after a week of getting hate, I begin to dread notifications. So, when I saw this, it really touched me more than you know. That you took the time and energy to write this... I swear, I can't thank you enough.

Still, I almost didn't post this. Why? Because I know how some factions of our fandom work. I could already see the haters saying: "Oh, that's self-sent!" or "Did you see what she posted? She's such a conceited/narcissistic bitch." And trust me... those comments will happen. It becomes easy to second guess everything you say or do here, and, at the end of the day, it's fruitless. Because you never know what will trigger nasty, unstable people. I mean, the most vicious hate I ever got stemmed from apologizing for being behind on asks. (Because that makes sense.) I'm here to have fun. If I want to live in a tinderbox, I'll start accepting more invitations to family reunions (that's not happening! lol).

I appreciate your kind words more than you know, but like many people (especially women), they're not easy to hear. Isn't it awful that we take the bad things people say about us to heart more than the good things? That's why anon hate hurts... but we need to take that power back. Like you said, normal people don't go around trying to hurt others like this. It's pathological. Here's a quote I want everyone to memorize:

"Don't accept criticism from someone you wouldn't go to for advice."

I forget this myself at times... but it's true, and we all need to abide by it. People who send anonymous hate are vile cowards. And would any of us willingly seek advice from someone like that? I wouldn't unless it is to do the opposite. So, in that way, hate anons become fanmail. A terrible person doesn't like me? Well, that's good; I wouldn't want them to. Mission accomplished.

I want us all to remember we're here for fun. I will never understand where all this jealousy and hatred comes from. It's so unnecessary.

I want to thank you again. I wish I could give you a big hug. 💗 And I want to send a big hug out to others who are dealing with this crap because no one deserves it. 💗💗💗

And remember, it's like 1% of the fandom that creates 99% of the problems. The majority of people here are really good, kind people, like this anon. Thank you again! 💗

[silverrstarrr]

Normal girl (2)

Note: i just edit this chapter a bit and added more dialog. Someone messaged me and helped me out with a few things, thank you!

Chapter 2:

Walking side by side down the stairs, you took a sip of your coffee and place your herd of keys the side of your book bag. yume was scrolling through her phone on tik tok, drinking from her coconut Carmel ice coffee. You didn't understand why she was drinking ice coffee in mid February, it was cold. It was surprising their wasn't any snow.

Grinning like an idiot, she shaked your shoulder, positioning her phone in front of you–you both watched the tik tok. You didn't laugh at first only smiling, yume kept gesturing you to keep watching, waiting for the punchline. Finally it came up and you both started laughing, you slowly shaked your head placing your hand over your mouth.

"NOOO, nooo. That was so wrong, yall are going to hellll" you whined out.

Yume wiped the tears from her face and continued down the last step. She opened up the door and slid out, you trialing behind her. You both proceeded to walk down the street, where all the park cars were out.

"We riding in rich today girlie, jump in," she lifted up her arm that held her drink, her other reached into her purse and grabbed her car keys.

"I thought we were gonna walk there? It's only 10 minutes." You headed towards her car as she unlocked it and sat in the driver's seat. She had a 2018 dark Grey Nissan altima. You remember her having this ever since junior year, you recalled her talking about getting a newer model since this one was old. Like girl what? Old your ass, if the car still functioning there ain't no problem. White people shit, man.

"Well, it's the first day of sweet college life," she dragged out the last few words, adding a sarcastic tone. Yume tossed her bag in the backseat through the open space from the front, She dropped her drink in the little cup holder as well. Catching up with her, you open the backseat's door and chucked your bag in there–immediately closing it after. You pull the passengers door open and sat down, closing it behind you. Yume did the same–letting out a large sigh as she used her long sleeve to rub her legs, which were freezing.

"Bruh, you were just cold. Shouldn't have wore that skirt knowing it was this cold. Your mother would be disappointed," you moved your head side ways, pretending to be disappointed. You dropped your dunkin' drink in the other cup holder next to hers.

"Y/n, shut upp." Rolling her eyes jokingly, She grabbed the buckled next to her seat and puts it on. You placed your seat belt on too. Automatically, her phone connected to the car, you check over at the screen in the middle. It had the time, the degrees outside and all that other fancy things.

"Wanna play something?" she inserted the keys into the ignition and started the car.

"Yeah, I'll type it in,"

You grabbed her phone, showing the screen to her to unlock it, automatically recognizing her face– the lock screen slid up, revealing all her apps. You went to spotify and played "C U Girl" by Steve lacy.

"OKAAYYY, MS. INDIE TIK TOKER." Yume said nodding her, jamming to song. It was only going to be a 5 minute drive, or 7 if you guys couldn't find parking. She swerved to the left, leaving her parking space and pulling off. You whipped out your phone and paused your music, rapidly switching to snapchat–you heard yume's loud singing.

"I WANNA SEE YOU GUURRLL, I WANNA PLEASE YOU GIRL....GO AHEAD AND BE YOUR GIRL," This girl was jamming her out heart out, steve lacy was her favorite along with Brent faiyaz and many others.

In response, you started cackling as you hit the record button—swiftly turning over it to the driver. Her black ponytail moving as she sang and motioning her head in all different directions. Eyeing towards your direction she sees the phone and leans towards the camera flashing a smile, moving her head side to side—still singing through the lyrics. Yume returned back to the road as she lightly taps the steering, avoiding the horn of course.

Once the quick little vid was done, you added a caption,

"I swear if we crash😭😭💕"

Your thumb jolted between posting it on your private or public. You decided to post on the public story because why not? The song was over pretty quickly as the next one played.

"Who knew white people had rhythm?!" It was obviously sarcasm. You knew she was half Asian but it was fun always calling out her white side.

"Naaahh, white people don't have any rhythm. What you saw there was my miki matsubara pop out". She eases down her breaks– the traffic light turns red. Miki Matsubara? Oh yeah, it's that woman who sung "stay with me". It was a good song, you were obsessed with the chorus mostly. 

You giggled a bit at her remark, you checked your socials once again.

"If this light doesn-" Yume sentence was cut off by the light turning green. She pressed her foot on the gas and carried on with attending class.

                                  ~~~

Pulling up to the parking lot, yume leaned towards her wheel, searching for a place to park. She slowly went down each isle searching for a vacant lot she could snag. You had your drink in between your lips, you took the last sip and shook the plastic cup trying to get a little more. All you heard was ice rattling against one another, dropping the cup back in the holder. You peer out the window looking at the campus, there were a ton of kids, like a lot. Anxiety began spiking up through your veins, this really is the college life, huh? Maria University. It was a school for literally anything, it was one of the biggest universities in the country as well being highly diverse. Yume would be allll the way on the other side of campus while you're slightly in the middle.

"Uggghhh! I regret not leaving earlier, I don't see any open slots." She whined. This was her 2nd time driving around the parking lot looking for a space.

"I said we should walk but nahhh, you wanted to be lazy and take the car." You rolled your eyes as yume, exaggerating, throwing your hands in the air. But you weren't going to be late on the first day. As the generous queen you are, you aided your roomie with looking a space to park. After analyzing for a few moments, you spotted a space and immediately tapped at the window, pointing towards it. Yume car swerved to the left, sliding right into the parking. Taking her keys out the hole, she grabbed her drink and headed out.

"No leaving trash in my car, miss L/n!"

You grabbed your plastic cup and opened the passenger door.

"Yes ma'am," you opened the backseat and grabbed the two bags and closed the door. Beep yume locked her car. She was sipping her coffee but gave a bitter expression when her sweet drink was watered down because of the ice. You looked at your phone, checking the time:

                             8:38 am

                 Monday, February 18th

                                                               38m ago

Kittykiller27, prettygirlnene liked your photo

                                                               45m ago

[Andyhas]: CRONA BECK started following you and 48 others.

Your phone was blowing up from insta notifications. It was time for class and you weren't sure how long it'll even take you to find your classroom. Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you handed yume her own, which she grabbed. You both were speed walking, despite her coffee being ruined she still continued to drink it. It was for the caffeine you guessed. Reaching the sidewalks, it was time to part ways. Yume turned her face towards yours pouting.

"We're leaving each other nooww," she stuck out her bottom lip staring at you. You grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to you. Her arms slithered around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder–giving you a warm hug. You returned the hug by grunting and holding her tightly.

She started giggling and patted your back a few times, you released your grip and she started to jog in the other direction while looking back, waving at you. You waved back hollering a "BYEEEE!" A trash can was next to you so you dumped your empty dunkin' there.

It was now time for your own adventure, to find this damn classroom. You click the play button on your phone's lock screen, "baby powder by Jenevieve began playing. (Play the song whores👩🏾‍💻)

Walking downwards to the left side of campus, you searched for a pair of doors to go inside of. At this moment, you regretted not going to orientation. That day you were busy setting up your website for your makeup line. You haven't released any products yet, but you had plentiful of ideas and themes you wanted to do. Since it was black history month, maybe you'll drop something as simple as a face cream to help clear and brighten up the skin. But you discarded that thought because you weren't anywhere near ready to start your own small business. Plus, you had bigger things to worry about.

Standing in front of double doors, you grab the handles and pulled it back, you stepped inside while students behind you did the same. You came in slowly, admiring the interior. It was hella spacy with paintings and photos hanging along the walls. Students were roaming the hallways going back and forth from classrooms. Most of the students seemed to be in some sort of costume, or they were dressed fairly well like they were models. You didn't know the directions to your designated class, so you took up the courage to ask someone. You turned to search for someone who didn't seem busy, since most people were rushing to class. Finally you laid eyes on q girl leaning against the wall, typing on her phone. She had long pink acrylic nails, her blonde hair tied into a low ponytail, which complimented her pale skin tone. She had a gold nose piercing on the right nostril.

She seemed nice enough, so you decided to approach her.

"Um excuse me, do you know where Mr. Fargo's class is at?"

The blonde girl averted her eyes from her phone, now focusing on you.

"I'm not really sure—um, I believe it's down that way." She pointed to the right of her.

"Mr. Fargo, he's teaches cosmetic right?"

"Yeah," you replied

"Then I think it should be down there." She scrunched her face in a confusing manner, meaning not to take her word for granted. But you couldn't care less, it was worth a try.

"Ight, thank you." You bid her goodbye. Oop. You accidentally switched your lingo. You were used to speaking in AAVE but you knew how to change your tone and wordplay around others who weren't African American. The girl didn't seen to notice so you just continued down the hall.

"Down... here right..? Yeah this is the way," you murmured to yourself while you strut down the hall. Then turned left as the lady told you. You were now at a hall with multiple doors. Out of all them, you forget the most important, class started in five minutes. You looked to the left as your braids swayed with your movement, then searched to the right. You walked down the hallway, stopping at the fifth door on the left. You were hesitant with grabbing the door, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself walking into the wrong room as all eyes are on you. You pulled out your phone and texted yume.

(I did a different message format just in the previous was confusing)

                 colonizer but times 2🧑🏻‍🦲

       

                        I'm so lost, this is embarrassing.

Lost? What happened

                        

                               Idk where my class is

                             & its starting in a few

You don't know where?? Bruh

Ask someone, im sure they'll help you

                              I did...but she didn't tell me

                                    which class it was😭 all.

she said was "down the hall"

BYEE LMAOO

Uhh

Just open the door you think it is😋       

                      UH- HUH🧏🏾‍♀️ YOU SETTING ME

                               UP FOR FAILURE.

     

       Imagine going into the wrong class and

                 all you see are eyes 👁👁

Girl, half of the people won't even see you again on campus👩🏻‍🏫

If you don't recognize the teacher, try to ask a student close to the door for direction

         Okay, im blaming you if I make a fool.    

                           outta myself 😟

                        Read at 8:43 am

(Play quicksand by SZA rq 👩🏾‍💻)

You decided to take your roomie's advice and pick a class, which you already did.

You dropped your phone back into your jacket pocket and swung open the door–you were prepared for the stares. The classroom was vacant, not even a teacher in sight. Just a bunch of stools and white pull down screens. You saw a few cameras standing in front of these screens. "Was this the photography class or sum?" You mumbled to yourself.

And well, eyes were on you but it wasn't a herd as you expected, just one. Sitting on one of the stools in front of the door, was pale skin boy with long brown hair. It rested at his shoulders, some of it covering his face even. He seemed around 6ft, or 6 ft 2? You couldn't really tell since he was sitting.

He had on some black jeans with a black long sleeve sweatshirt as well with a beige greenish short sleeve unbutton shirt rested on top of it– a long golden key necklace dangled from his chest. His hands were sitting between his lap, you noticed sliver rings on them.(his outfit for people who need help visualizing) The teal eyed boy was also rocking black & white air Jordan 1 retro, literally the same as you.

You screamed internally at how fine this man looked and he had shoe gang? Uggghh. Class been started and you were going to be late on your first because this OBVIOUSLY wasn't your class. You decided to break the awkward silence and speak,

"Hey, um, is this Mr. Fargos class?" You stepped more into the classroom for the brunette male to hear you.

"Wrong one, babe. His class is in a totally different building." A different building?! You wanted to die right there and then, especially after hearing him laugh after his statement. Not just the wrong class but the wrong building? Bye–you're so stupid. His eyes scanned your body, his eyes lingered a bit longer at your shoes–it seems he noticed. A smirk appeared on his lips after finishing his quick outfit interrogation–wait, did he just call you-? I-, yes he did. You tried your best to hide your smile and not react.

"O-ooo, I got it. Thanks" Eren released a small chuckled seeing your reaction, he could tell you were caught up with the little pet name.

"I'll walk you over there." He got off his stool and walked towards your direction.

"I-, nah it's good, I got it." You said in defense not wanting to bother him. He didn't respond and just passed by you, exiting the classroom. He held onto the door, looking at you.

"You coming or no?" He was so nonchalant with it everything. You smiled a bit and walked out the class alongside with him. He released his grip once you were out and started trialing behind you.

You paused for a moment because you didn't know where you were going. You turned back to look at him, he caught on and let out an "ah". He quickly got in front of you as you proceeded behind him.

"So," he said.

"What?" You replied. Why did he start a sentence and not finish it? Was he expecting you to start the conversation, weirdo. You just wanted to get to class l.

"Oo, sassy are we?" He raised a brow.

"What—? boy, say what you wanna say."

Once again, he let out a chuckle, flashing you a small. God, was his laugh attractive.

"You're into makeup and stuff?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I'm into 'makeup and stuff' " You said the last few words in the mocking tone, referring to what he called cosmology.

"That's good, at least I'll be seeing you often."

"Often? Oh, are you in that major also?" You said.

"No...Do you really not know anything?" He made you feel dumb by his response. How were you suppose to know what he meant? You clicked your teeth and started walking ahead. You pushed back the door that lead to another hallway and walked towards the end to push the second door that lead to another building.

The brunette boy watched as you left him behind in the dirt, waiting for the moment you'll turn the wrong corner—so he could tease you about it then correct you.

It wasn't too long till you reached your destination, you both stopped in front of the class's door.

"Well, see you. I hope you don't make snarky remarks to every girl you meet."

"Nah, only you princess." He had a smirk on his face, ooo! You wanted to wipe it off.

You glanced at him and his eyes were already on you, you broke eye contact and reached for the handle.

"Wait–" you whipped your heard back.

"Yeah?"

He cleared his throat

"Name's Eren," you let out a small giggle, did he really just stop you to say his name? Puhleasee. Hearing your laugh, his face brightened up and kept his eyes on you.

"Okay, Eren~. Thank you for walking me, I gotten get to class now."

You opened the door and stepped inside. Eren didn't even get a chance to ask your name. Luckily for him, your major mingled a lot with his own, he could only hope to see you again around campus.

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Authors note: UGHHH, I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT FOR THIS just to pass out a few hours before school started. 🥲 I wasn't even paying attention in English and math class, but hope yall enjoyed <3.

Pt 3

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

It Takes A Village Chapter 6

Chris Evans x Pregnant!daughter!reader

Series Master List

Series Summary: You find out that your pregnant. After being kicked out of your mom's house you go to live full time with your Dad who you only saw once every few months. Will he react badly to you being a mom at such a young age?

Chapter Summary: morning sickness begins.

Series Warnings: swearing, fighting with a parent, teen pregnancy, speak of abortion.

Chapter Warnings: teen pregnancy, mentions of throwing up,

Okay I think at this point everyone knows what y/n means so I'm going to stop telling you all.

You guys made it home and you are at the table beginning to do your homework. "Dad... What if I'm not ready for the baby?" You asked him looking up to where he sat at the table doing something for work.

"No one is ready I sure wasn't." He said giving you a reassuring smile.

"I guess." You mumbled looking back down at your homework. Your phone buzzed letting you know you got a notification. It was from, Oscar. "Hey Alien it's Conley." You read. You texted back before going back to doing your homework.

"Bubba you'll do fine. And I'll be here to help you with the baby." He said giving you a quick smile.

"Yeah." You said working on your homework. You suddenly had the urge to throw up and stood running toward the bathroom. Your dad looking up confused before following you.

"Sweetpea?" He made it to the bathroom right when you leaned by the toilet puking. He came over and pulled your hair up frowning as you threw up. "Morning sickness."

"It's not morning." You whined once you stopped.

"Yeah I know it's a dumb name. You okay?"

"Ye-" you were cut off throwing up more. He rubbed your back sighing, one of his hands still holding your hair out of your face for you.

"There you go Bubba let it all out." He mumbled. Dodger came into the bathroom looking at the pair of you worriedly.

"Okay I'm okay." You mumbled wiping your mouth with a piece of toilet paper. Chris hesitantly let go of your hair and you stood up straight.

"Okay wash up I'll be in the dining room." He said shutting the door as he left. You sighed flushing the toilet. You went over to the sink and washed your hands before grabbing your toothbrush and brushing your teeth. You looked in the mirror sighing.

You made your way to the dining room where you found your dad sitting where he had been before. "You okay?" He asked looking up at you giving you a gentle smile.

"Yeah how long does morning sickness last?" You mumbled sitting down where your homework was sat.

"I don't know Sweetpea.." He said.

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That night you got up two times because you had to throw up. Both time your dad had heard and held your hair out of your face. When you woke up your dad wasn't awake so you got ready and made breakfast for yourself before writing a note for him and going to school. When you got there you saw students talking to each other none noticing anything going on around them except the laughter with their friends. You remember it was the same way when you were in texas. You made it to your locker.

You closed your locker making it to Mr. Sparks' class. You sat in the same seat you had last time as you watched your classmates file in. You notice Oscar come in this time not in a hurry.

He sat in the same next to you smiling at you. "Hey alien." Class hadn't started yet giving everyone time to talk.

"Hey Conley, I see you figured out how to put a shirt on." You teased looking at him.

"Yeah! Did you find the first person of the human race your going to kill?" He asked jokingly.

"You." You said trying to sound intimidating.

"Betrayal!" You giggled as the teacher walked in.

Everyone in your class stopped talking looking ahead. It was around halfway into class when you felt the urge to throw up. You quickly raised your hand asking to go to the bathroom. He allowed you to and you speed-walked out of the classroom before dashing to the bathroom making it to the stall in time. After throwing up you wiped off your face and washed your hands before heading back to class. The rest of your classes leading up to lunch went without a hitch. Oscar had convinced you to join him and his friends for lunch so you did. You didn't eat much during lunch but did talk with his friends.

"So y/n you moved in with your dad like three months before the last day of school? Come on there has to be a reason." Liam, one of his friends said.

"There is... But I don't want to talk a bout it." You said sheepishly picking around at your food unable to find an appetite.

"I still think she's an alien!" Oscar said.

"Yeah a alien, that moved here from texas." You rolled your eyes a smile.

"Ignore him he watches too many sci-fi movies." Marcus, who from what you could tell was Oscar's brother.

"Will do." You smiled.

"Marcus your one to talk all you ever watch is super hero movies." One of the only other girls of the group, Leah who is Oscar and Marcus' sister. They were all apparently a year apart, Marcus being the oldest and Oscar being the youngest. You couldn't suppress the smile on your face.

"Who's your favorite super hero?" You asked him.

"Drax."

"Cool mine's Captain America." You said.

"Probably cause you share a last name with the guy who plays him." Oscar said.

"Oh shush it Sci-fi boy." You smiled.

"How bout you all shush it, Flash is obviously the best super hero." Liam said.

"No way Spiderman is." The other girl of the group of five, Naomi said.

"Wait you share a last name with Chris Evans?" Marcus asked. A lot more then just a last name. You thought before nodding.

"Yeah doesn't Chris Evans live here in Boston?" Leah asked.

"Your y/n Evans!" Marcus said a bit loudly and you shushed him.

"Okay maybe."

"So you do have a cool story!" Liam and Oscar said.

"I didn't move back here just because my dad is Chris Evans. Texas just wasn't the place for me."

"So how many superheroes have you met?" Naomi asked.

"Mo-" you stop mid-sentence feeling nauseous. "Hold that thought I'll be right back." You hurried to the bathroom making it just in time. You sighed wiping off your face and washing your hands once you were done throwing up. This morning sickness was going to be the death of you. You made it back to the table where they were looking at you confused.

"You okay?" Liam asked.

"Uh yeah." You nodded.

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Your dad had texted you earlier saying he wouldn't be able to pick you up as he was doing something for the movie that was going to start filming this summer. So in result your walking up alone. A car pulls up beside you and your initial reaction is to run but then you see it's Marcus in the driver seat and you can also see Leah in the passenger seat.

"What happened to your flying saucer?" The back window came down revealing Oscar and you saw Liam on the other side.

"He has meetings... What are yall doing?"

"Ooh... Fancy southern words." Liam peaked over Oscar's shoulder to look at you. "Do you say bless your heart?"

"Sometimes... Well I'm going to go home now..." You said beginning to walk away from their pulled over car.

"Want a ride?" Marcus asked you.

"Nah yall my house ain't to far." You said shrugging.

"Okay bye." The car drove off and you continued on your way home.

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Once you got home you let Dodger out into the yard and made your way to your room to do homework. You finished your homework just in time to hear your dad call you down for dinner. You ran down seeing a pizza box on the table.

"Hey dad! So I have so much to tell you! I made more friends, Liam, Marcus, Leah, and Naomi! They're friends with Oscar... Well two of them are his siblings. They found out that I'm your daughter... And morning sickness sucks!" You said smiling as you sat down grabbing a piece of pizza.

"Seems like you had a good day." He smiled at you.

"Yeah. So how was your day?"

"It was good. Bubba, you're gonna have to tell them about the baby though."

"Yeah but what if they stop being my friends I mean I just met them. What do I say " oh hey I'm pregnant that's why I moved back to boston" I'll tell them next time they ask I moved to boston." You shrugged.

"Okay. Did you do your homework?"

"Yep!" Chris smiled at you he was glad to see smiling and cheerful like actually cheerful. He could tell you had been faking before but didn't bring it up. He knew if you wanted to talk you would.

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