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growling · 9 months ago

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ep9, three more until the end of s1

hi kyouka :3

hiiiiii cool doctor lady whose name i forgot :3 !!!! (and hi Atsushi but that's a given)

im love kyouko. i knew her for like a few minutes

Kunikida get down from the chair. that's for sitting

you and me both akutagawa.....you and me both you get me you get me

"i remember when you (akutagawa) were a rookie" huh "former superior" HUH

PUNCH HIM HARDER!!!!!!! HARDERRRR!!!!!

"it was a challenge to train you" how much clout did Dazai exactly have back in the 50s

if kouka and atsushi get a romance plot im gonna kill myself in minecraft

why does he stand like that. why does he run like that. my favourite creature

good for you kyouka good for you. atsushi going bankrupt in the back

OH HI EDOGAWA

ive seen enough episodes to know that getting your whole body shot and pierced and massacred is just a scratch here. Atsushi can walk it off

terrible time for kyouka rn. if you didn't know

cool grandpa electric guitar theme. idk why i find him so damn funny hello president how are you

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA HDGSHSADFSHJKF HHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHH AAAA AAAA

ITS HIM ITS GINGER HAT MAN ITS THE ITS THE OH GOD OH FUCK IM TEARING UP MY HANDS A RE SHAKING

ITS THE MAN............. THE MAN FROM INTRO........ ITS HIM. ITS HIM. ITS HIM. ITS HIM.

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I DESIRE HIM CARNALLY

GORGEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STEP ON ME. RIGHT NOW

"gross" you're fucking gross dazai lol this man is literally the peak of male beauty and the embodiment of the ery concept of grace and majesty you cannot get better than that. i knew him for a few seconds and his swag. his swag. his

CHUUYA. CHUUYA IS THE NAME. THE NAME. THE NAME IM GONNA PRAY TO TONIGHT

dazai shut the fukc up no one cares you are being a lil shitstain rn I am BUSY with something VERY important right now and you're preventing me from it

also banger theme. thank you chuuya. and i mean. thank you. for existing

FIGHT!!!!!1 FIGHT !!!!!! FIGHT!!!!!! FIGHT !!!!!1 FIGHT!!!!!!!! GO CHUUYA GO I BELIEVE IN YOU I BELIEVE IN Y

i caught the "they" for kenji. if im not mistaken...... gender. if i am mistaken though...... also gender. i know better than the writers

banger theme. im gonna be saying this eveyrythime there is a banger theme. and i cant type today apparently

rampo praise kink this is how im gonna interpret it

ive decided that Kunikida is finally my bestie now. we're eating faworki later :)

you know what. you know what. watching bsd since I heard so much about it (mutual osmosis (hi)) yet absolutely nothing at the same time. like who the hells this dazai guy and whys he kinda..... anyway episode 1

so sad how atsushi died of starvation in the first 5 minutes. guess show's over....exit theatre.

"you should kill yourself NOW" the hell did this guy do be declared public enemy number one of all orphanages. how many did he burn

atsushi's out for fucking BLOOD i wanna see him fail cringely and die of an infection curled up under a juniper bush. why does he run like that

is that the. dazai jumpscare

i knew this man for like 2 minutes and i desire him carnally

jesus fucking christ i need his pussy so bad. i am going to fuck the screen. i need to do unspeakable things to/for this dazai guy

not even listening to whatever they're saying im just hyperventilating over the prettyboy before me i could treat you so good dazai. i don't care about your morals or potential atrocities dazai pPLEASE just let me fucking hit. pick me. pick me. PICK ME

supernatural detectives AGAIN?

he did the =D !!!!!!!!

i don't think im in the right headspace to watch this scene while dazai backshots on my mind rotting my brain preventing me from forming critical thoughts or acknowledging reality. good lord this scene that should have been m

i too love bullying children for their subpar grind and googoogaga mentality

he did the

..........ooo is he the tiger. I also believed his story was questionable never trust an orphan

furry

although on further inspection..... oh no im sensing some vivia similiarities in dazai which might DRASTICALLY decrease his attractiveness to me if it keeps up..............

"im not into hugging men" oh fuck off ill fucking make you im going to make you die a crack addict and drop your corpse in a pigpen go fuck yourself guess im not allowed to have anything huh. my way or the highway boy pick one. this show fucking sucks i hate you

nevertheless. i will carry on as usual

dazai kill yourself

i will fucking stab you beat you or hurt you in some way. i will destroy your life i will render you unable to look another man in the eye ever again

go fuck yourself. not like i care. i don't care stop i don't know what you're talking about i DO NOT care im not. im not. im gonna break that dazai fucknut's femurs in a cold cruel non-erotic way he's not even that pretty im over it. im over us.

im gonna fucking shred him

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theolddivorcedzukka · 3 years ago

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HEY BESTIE HOW ARE YOU I DYED MY HAIR GINGER SAY CONGRATS

(CANT BELIEVE MITSKI INVENTED THE STRAWBERRY BLONDE HAIR COLOR OMG)

I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU BETRAYED ME BY GOING GINGER DHWOBSOSBS

#asks #gaangy

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alegendofsword · 3 years ago

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LUMIIIIIII YOU’RE A CHILDELIKER!!!

Nobody pay attention to that last reblog.

#cannot believe my bestie is into gingers…………………#not genshin #🌊 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 #💙 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒒𝒊𝒖

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annab-nana · 5 years ago

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I Trusted You - Colby Brock

It took a lot for y/n to find a guy that she could put her full trust in after some of her exes, so after Colby pulls a cheating prank, she reacts differently than what he had expected.

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 2.2k+

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“So, how’s the prank war going?” Summer asked me as I curled her ginger locks. I lightly chuckled at the question. Every time I walk in that house, something is happening, whether it’s a prank, a crazy video, or just the boys being boys.

“It’s crazy. One time I walked into the house and there was tinfoil all over the kitchen. Another day, I pulled in and Sam was wrapping all the cars in bubble wrap. Jake dumped a bunch of crickets on Colby. Aaron broke a doorframe after Colby put duct tape on it. I wonder what I’m going to walk into today.” I tell her and she laughs.

“Isn’t duct tape supposed to fix things?” I laugh at her question and nod.

“You’d think so, yeah. But those boys would figure out how to break stuff with it.” I roll my eyes, thinking about my crazy boyfriend and his even crazier roommates. I finish up Summer’s hair and brush my fingers through the curls to break them apart into soft waves. Then, I move to make up.

“You ready for your date tonight?” I ask my best friend and watch her face light up as she nods her head. Tonight, she is going on her anniversary date with her boyfriend, Elliot. I am so happy she found a guy that treats her right. We have both been through so many bad relationships that we truly deserve the guys we have.

“I can’t believe you guys have been together for four years,” I tell her as I concentrate on blending her foundation into her skin with a beauty blender.

“I know. I feel we just met at that party a little while ago, not four years ago.” She told me. “You and Colby are still going strong, right?” She asks me with concern deep in her voice and her eyes concentrated on mine.

“Yes, Summer. He isn’t like any other guy I have dated. I know he won’t do anything to hurt me. I know he won’t leave me alone and I know I won’t find him cheating on me. I really trust him.” I say with a huge dorky grin on my face as I felt butterflies flutter around in my stomach. I love and trust Colby with all my heart, which Summer knows is a really hard thing for me to do.

“So, he is nothing like Danny or Justin or Ryan?” She looked me dead in the eyes just to make sure. I love this girl, but she can be so damn protective sometimes. I wouldn’t change it for the world though.

“No, he isn’t. He is going to disappear out of thin air after dating for seven months like Danny did. He isn’t Justin, who cheats on me with who I thought was a really good friend of mine several times and I finally catch them. He isn’t anything like Ryan either. He doesn’t try to control everything I do or get mad at me if I do something that I want to do. He’s a good guy, Summer.” I tell her and she smiles at me.

“Okay but let him know that if he does anything to hurt you, that-” Summer started but I cut her off.

“That you’ll hurt him like he’s never been hurt before. I know, Summer.” I finish her statement. I’ve memorized by now from hearing it so many times. I chuckled to myself before speaking once more. “He’s my Elliot, Summer. He won’t hurt me.”

She nods and drops the subject. We talk about our amazing boyfriends and other fun things as I finish her makeup. Summer ran over to the closet to grab her royal blue dress and silver sparkly heels and put them on quickly. She looked at herself in the mirror.

“You look beautiful, Summer,” I tell her as we look at her reflection. “Don’t forget this,” I say as I grab her necklace. It’s a stunning silver necklace that had a pretty heart outline with a dainty little diamond in the center. Elliot got it for her for their first anniversary. She smiled at me and turned around, lifting her hair, so I could put it on her. I clasped it together and she looked even better if that was possible.

“Okay go before I cry at how pretty my bestie is,” I tell her as I fan off my eyes with my hands. She laughs at me and gives me a quick hug before leaving.

“Love you, y/n. See you tonight or tomorrow,” She said as she waved at me and closed the door. I smiled as reached in my back pocket for my phone to text Colby that I was done helping Summer and would be leaving my house soon to go to his. I cleaned up around my room a little bit, putting up all the makeup and hair stuff that I just pulled out to get Summer ready, and grabbed my purse and keys. I left the apartment that I share with Summer and hopped in my car, blasting music and singing my heart out all the way to Colby’s house.

I pulled in and parked my car, finishing the song I was on before turning the car off and getting out. When I walked into the house, it was oddly quiet. I knew Jake and Sam weren’t here because their cars were gone. Then, I heard Aaron yelling. “Okay, so Aaron playing videogames,” I whispered to myself as I chuckled lightly.

“Hello?” I heard Corey say from the kitchen. I walked over and there Corey was, leaning against the kitchen counter and scrolling through his phone.

“Hey, where is everybody?” I asked him as I leaned on the other side of the island that sat in the center of the kitchen.

“Sam and Jake went to the gym, Aaron and Colby are in their rooms, and Devyn is um… out with her friends… I think,” He replies. He seemed a bit weird when he was telling me where Devyn was like he was thinking about it a little too hard. She is his girlfriend who lives with him. I’m sure he knows where she is. I didn’t question it though. Maybe he just forgot. I don’t know.

“Oh okay, I was just wondering. I’m going to head up to Colby’s room. Talk to you later.” I say as I wave at him before heading up the stairs. I walk into the hallway that Colby’s and Sam’s rooms are in and hear some kind of noise coming from his room. He’s normally a pretty quiet guy when he’s by himself in his room, so there is no telling what is happening on the other side of this door. He’s probably filming some crazy video.

As I got a little closer, I hear him talking. He’s either on the phone, talking to the camera, talking to himself, or there is someone else in that room with him. I stop dead in my tracks. I can’t help but listen to what he was talking about. When I take one step closer to the door to hear a bit better, I heard another voice, a girl’s voice. The weird thing is that the girl sounds familiar like I have heard her voice before or have talked to her before.

My mind raced with a million different thoughts. Who was he talking to? Was he cheating on me? There’s no way he was. He always told me how much he hated cheating and how he wishes it never happens to him. So, why would he do it to me? I haven’t told him about my past boyfriends yet. He doesn’t know about how bad my boyfriends were and here I am with another just like the rest. And I just told Summer how good he was to me and how I knew he would never do this to me. I guess I was wrong.

Well, let me not just jump to conclusions. He is friends with girls, and I am okay with that. But he should have told me that whoever it is was going to be here when I was here. I step closer to open the door and put my hand on the knob. That’s when I hear it.

“Colby, quit! Y/n will be here soon, and we don’t want to get caught. Last time, we were too close to getting caught and I don’t want to risk that again.” That’s when I knew. Colby is cheating on me. Right now. On the other side of this door. I felt the tears prick my eyes and anger and sadness build up inside me. I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Right when I opened it, I saw the girl duck under the covers. She had a tank top on and brown hair, but that’s all I could see before she hid. My eyes went from the body under the sheets to the blue-eyed cheater beside it. His face showed complete shock like he couldn’t believe I was here.

“Y/n… I’m-” He started, but I stopped him.

“Save it, Colby. I don’t want to hear it. I can’t believe you, Colby! I TRUSTED YOU! Do you know how many times this has happened to me before? No, you don’t. I thought you were different from the rest, but you aren’t. You talk all the time about how L.A. people are fake, and you can’t trust them, but guess what? You are just like them. You fit right in around here. And I don’t know what bitch is under here,” I pause as I walk over to his bed and pull off the sheets to see the girl. The person I see is someone I never would have expected. Devyn Lundy.

“Dev?” I ask dumbfounded. Poor Corey thought she was out with friends, but she was up here with my boyfriend doing God knows what.

“Please don’t tell Corey,” she whispers, her eyes pleading for me not to speak of the incident to him. I scoffed. I cannot believe this.

“Y/n-” Colby tried again, but I didn’t want to hear anything he had to say.

“Don’t!” I shouted. “Both of you can go to hell,” I say before I slam the door shut and run away, crying. I pass Corey when I go down the stairs.

“By the way, you’re being cheated on. Colby and Devyn are together up there.” I tell him before running all the way to my car. I get in and lock the doors. I break down into a fit of tears, leaning my head against the steering wheel. I hear banging against the window of my car door and Colby on the outside yelling something, but I can’t tell what he’s saying. To be honest, I don’t really care what’s he’s saying.

I reach over and turn the music all the way up so I can block out his voice and the banging. It works a little, but then I hear banging on the passenger side window as well. I look over and see Devyn banging too, but she has a camera. What kind of fucked up shit is this? Are they really filming me break down in my car? I roll down the window on the side that Colby was banging on just a little.

“What the fuck, Colby?” I say lightly, my voice already sounding worn out and pitiful from the yelling and crying.

“It’s a prank, y/n! It’s a prank!” He shouts.

“Really?” I whisper as I look at him with sad eyes. He nods and his eyes look just as sad as mine. I sigh and roll my window back up. I turn my car off and get out. Colby stares at me, unsure of what to do when I shut the door and look at him.

“Y/n?” He questions. I punch him as hard as I can on his shoulder. He grabs it in pain and looks at me. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Don’t ever do that again,” I whisper before I wrap my arms around his waist, happy that my boyfriend didn’t cheat on me. He’s just an asshole. He wraps his arms around me and buries his head in my neck like he always does.

“I really am sorry,” he whispers in my ear. I let out a thankful sigh and pull away from him.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do that?” I ask him and he chuckles.

“They have been asking me to prank you for forever, so I did. I thought this would be better than a proposal prank.” He tells me as he points to the camera that Dev was still holding. “That scared me more than it scared you, I think,” Colby said, and I turned to him, giving him a look that told him to continue.

“We ran after you, yelling it was a prank, but you weren’t listening and kept going. Then, you got in the car and I thought you were going to drive off and I was going to lose the best thing that has ever happened to me. Thankfully, you didn’t, and I’ve still got you.”

“Prank me again and see what happens.”

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thadelightfulone · 5 years ago

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Luck Be A Lady

Here is my submission for the WOC Sapphic Fic Challenge hosted by @great-neckpectations. My story is inspired by the song, Girl by The Internet

Pairing: Domino x Black!OC

Summary: A chance encounter shows two people their worth. Planned as a two-part story. Angsty for now…

Warnings: Physical and verbal abuse – in public settings

Lana sips her drink and looks over at Domino. Domino is her childhood best friend and going through yet another break up with a girl who never was on her level. Lana mentally counts how many times she has had this conversation with her bestie. Rolling her eyes, she focuses back into the conversation, so Domino doesn’t think she isn’t listening to her yet again. What was the chick’s name –

“Come on Rhonda, did not know what she had with you. I told you not to rush into that situation and now, look at you. Drowning your sorrows in Shirley Temples.”

“I thought Rhonda was different.” Domino twirls the cherry from her third Shirley Temple before popping it in her mouth.

“Yeah, and if I had a dollar for every girl that you have said that about, I could pay off my student loans.” Domino throws the cherry stem at her. “HEY! You know I am right.”

“Shut up. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“HOLD UP! You assault my ears all lunch about how horrible Rhonda turned out to be, and now you want to shut up?” Throwing ice at Domino, “Nope, it’s your turn to hear me out.”

Domino rolls her eyes. She already knows how this conversation goes. Lana talks about how great a person she is and how she just hasn’t found the right woman for her. How she just needs to sit back and wait for her to make herself known instead of going on searches for low-hanging fruit. YADA YADA YADA. Domino takes a sip of her drink before choking on it at her best friend’s last statement.

“WHAT? Please repeat that I don’t believe I heard you correctly.”

“I was thinking that you should meet my coworker.”

“Yeah, I guess I did hear you.” Setting her drink down, “And no, thank you.”

“Why not? I mean you are just gonna go right back out and look for another female to give your heart to without taking the time to wait, so why not let it be her.”

Domino rolls her eyes at her friend’s read of her. She’s right, but she didn’t need to say it out loud. “No, and for good reason.” Lana tilts her head waiting for her to go on. “You work with her, what if it doesn’t work out? I refuse to hear your mouth about that.”

“Yeah, I don’t see that happening this time.” Lana smiles, innocently at Domino.

“So, you don’t remember the last time you played matchmaker?” Lana blinks in surprise. “Oh, so you forgot about Cheryl and her pass around puss?” Lana spits out her drink.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s the truth.” Domino shakes her head, remembering that bad experience. The first time Lana introduced her to anyone, and it was a complete shit show.

Cheryl presented herself as the perfect girlfriend at home and in public, meanwhile when she was out with her girls, it was a whole different story. Domino and Cheryl attended a house warming party for another couple who just got married. The wife came over and slapped the shit out of Cheryl on sight. She turned to Domino and asked her how she can be with someone who wrecks homes for fun.

Turns out, Cheryl and her girls were known in the community as the Good Time Girls…sleeping with any and everyone who made themselves available. You would never know it because each and every one of them was in a “committed” relationship. It was the best and worst kept secret, as the women who slept with the girls would pass them around among their friends and avoid anything with their actual girlfriends or wives in some cases.

Domino left the party that night finding out that her girlfriend was literally the side chick of about 4 different women in that room, not counting the wife of the woman who laid hands on her. Lana was never allowed to set Domino up with anyone after that.

Domino glares at Lana, “FUCK NO! I don’t trust you after that mess. I had to get regular monthly check-ups for a year, hoping that she didn’t pass anything to me.”

“Ok, so Cheryl turned out to be the worst. But come on, my coworker is such a sweetheart. I think you should at least meet her, and if something happens, kool. If not, everyone is good.”

Domino looks at Lana who is giving her big sad puppy eyes. “No, Lana. Just let it go.” Domino calls for the check.

“Not my fault, you are lucky in everything else in your life and suck at relationships,” Lana mumbles.

“I heard that.”

“Of course, you did.” Lana mouths out while Domino pays and they get up to leave. “Oooh, are you still coming to Casino Night next week?” She hangs on Domino’s arm.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. The craps table is calling me.” Domino links her arm with Lana’s as they walk down the street.

--- Casino Night ---

Lana sparkles in her long red halter top gown, with her long brown tresses, pulled back and around to her right shoulder, exposing her long dangling white gold chandelier earrings and matching accessories. Domino is next to her wearing a white sleeved- button-down with pinstriped halter corset and matching pinstriped pants. Her hair is in two long braids under a black hat. In true comfortable fashion, they are both wearing red and black Converse to match their outfits.

Domino leans over whispering over all the excited voices, “The place looks great.”

Lana looks around at all the hard work, she and her team did to decorate The OC Center, from a warehouse of rooms into a full Vegas-style casino. Complete with table games, waiters, and lounge areas surrounding a central stage off to the back left of the floor. All the important announcements will be made from there as the night progresses.

“Thanks, I am so happy it turned out like we envisioned.” Lana smiles and waves to someone in the distance. “Now, I hate to leave you, but I do have to mingle with some of the corporate reps and our favorite benefactors. You good? Can I trust you to be on your best behavior tonight?”

“Lana, it’s a fundraiser for your job. I would never do anything to embarrass you. Besides how much trouble can I get into at a craps table?” Domino winks at Lana, as she walks away from her.

Walking over to the table, Domino notices that the game is in full swing. Loud and boisterous as everyone shouts over their wins or losses. Planting herself next to an older woman, Domino waits for her opportunity to buy into the game. She just placed her first bet on the table and was waiting for the shooter to make their next throw when a high pitch squeal snaps her attention to a couple across the table.

One of the waitresses brought over two drinks, and as she walked away, she was goosed by the more masculine-identified partner. She turns back around ready to swing when the gorgeous woman standing next to her, apologizes on the other’s behalf. She had already tipped her when she brought the drinks and pulled her to the side whispering to her. The waitress storms off in a huff.

The inconsiderate chick takes a big swig of her drink and pushes it into the hands of the woman next to her. She grabs up the dice, shaking them before throwing them against the wall to her right. The dice roll a field number, and both dealers work together to payout all the wins across the table.

Domino was paid first as they make their way around the table. So, she takes this time to really look at the beautiful woman across from her. Chocolate brown skin that is shimmering under the light. She is wearing a fitted purple gown that accents all her curves with silver accessories. And simple makeup with purple and silver flourishes making her big brown eyes seem like infinity pools.

The woman in question is taking the moment to speak to her partner about her behavior. Deep frown lines mark her face as she is speaking. Her partner clearly does not care for how she is speaking to her because she starts yelling at her. Domino cannot make out what is being said, but the purple beauty decides to stop talking and just stands there looking anywhere except at her partner.

When her pretty brown eyes make their way to Domino, she can see the tears that she is holding back. She tips her hat at her along with a wink. The result is a returned shy smile before she dabs at her eyes to keep the tears from ruining her makeup. They keep eye contact until Domino looks away as another waiter approaches her. She takes her drink order and leaves, and when she looks back over the mystery woman is focused back on her partner who is about to shoot the dice again.

Mean and aggressive rolls twice more before losing all her chips. Irritated and slowly progressing pass tipsy, she grabs up Miss Purple and drags her away from the table. Domino catches the grip on her wrist and the ashamed look on her face. When they are out of her sight, she focuses back on the table. That’s not her problem, but she does feel for her. No one should be treated like that.

Domino has been playing at the table for a good hour now. She lost sight of the purple beauty shortly after they left the table. Two more shooters have played, and the latest one craps out as she finishes her ginger ale. The dealers payout and the stickman nods to Domino and pushes the dice towards her as the new shooter. Before she can pick up the dice, her attention is pulled away as she hears yelling and the voices get louder when she realizes it is the purple beauty and partner bumping through the crowd and making their way back to the craps table.

She picks up the dice and makes her first throw to the backboard across from her. The same time the dice leave Domino’s hand, the belligerent drunk runs into a waiter with a tray of drinks. Causing her to release her hold on Miss Purple’s arm, who loses balance falling right into Domino’s arms. Domino holds onto her, giving her a wink, as the stickman announces that she landed on seven. Applause and cheers of thanks reach her ears, as Domino stands Purple upright next to her.

Domino grabs up the dice again and asks Purple to blow on them for her. She smiles at her and blows on the dice. Domino hits on eleven, making her and everyone at the table winners twice over. She leans over and whispers into Purple’s ear, “I think you might just be my good luck charm.” Purple flushes and looks away from Domino before her partner roughly yanks her away from the table. Domino is about to reach for her when she sees Purple shake her head. She pulls back and watches as the arguing couple leave the building.

Domino looks at the table, and they all have solemn looks on their faces after witnessing what just happened. “It gets better, right?” She asks to no one in particular and picks up the dice to start shooting again.

Lana had finished making her rounds when she sees Domino at the craps table. “How goes it?”

“Not too bad. I’ve been the shooter for the last 45 minutes, but I am kind of over it now.” Right as she says that, she craps out. She waves goodbye to everyone at the table and walks over to Lana.

“Okay. Why do you look so bummed?” Lana locks arms with her as they walk through the casino tables to one of the bars. “Nevermind, get a drink and help me keep an eye out for someone.”

“Well, damn. Thank you for asking and not letting me answer.” Lana pushes her shoulder. “Fine, who are we looking for?”

“My coworker. She said she had to step out and she would be right back.”

Domino puts down her new glass of ginger ale, “Lana, I told you. I do not want to be -” Domino stops short as a new person approaches them.

“Lana, I am so sorry. I had to get D out of here. She was drunk and showing her ass again.” Purple looks over at Domino, “Oh my god. I am so sorry about earlier.”

Domino shakes her head, “Don’t worry about me. Are you ok?”

Purple looks down, “Yeah, thanks.”

“Dee was here? Why was she here, Parker?” Lana doesn’t acknowledge their side chat.

“She is still my girlfriend, Lana.”

Lana exaggeratedly huffs and rolls her eyes, and then she looks over at Domino and back to Parker, “Wait? What are you apologizing for?”

Parker looks down, and Domino decides to save her the embarrassment, “She ran into me while moving out of a waiter’s path. No big deal.”

“Oh ok.” Turning towards Domino, “Domino, I would like you to meet my coworker, Parker. Parker, this is Domino, my best friend.” She winks over at Parker. Domino takes Parker’s hand in a friendly shake.

“It’s nice to meet you, Domino.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” She nods her head to Parker. Parker smiles at her before taking her hand back.

“So, Dee? I thought you ended that months ago. You know after she cheated on you for the umpteenth time.”

“Lana, I don’t want to discuss this right now.” Parker’s eyes water.

“Fine. Fine. You are right. But we will talk about this.” Grabbing Parker by her right arm, and grabbing Domino’s left, she asks, “Why don’t you join Domino and I for the evening then?”

“I’d love to, but I probably should head out. I’m sure Sandra is looking for me after the scene D caused and I don’t have it in me to deal with her right now. I just came back in to catch you like I promised.”

Lana reaches out to hug Parker, “Well, if you must go then fine. Lunch tomorrow, so we can chat.” Parker nods back before meeting Lana’s hug.

“It was nice to meet you, Domino. Maybe, we will run into one another again.”

Domino smiles at her, “I would like that.”

Lana nudges Domino, whispering, “Get her number, dummy.”

Before Domino can say anything more, “Why don’t I get your number then?” Parker has her phone out, and Domino takes it, putting her number in the phone.

Domino hands it back to her, “Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t.” Parker turns to leave. Domino watches her closely and smiles to herself before she hears some coughing.

“What is that?”

Sighing deeply, “What is what, Lana?”

Pointing at Domino’s face, “That. Your face. That look. What is it for?”

Rolling her eyes, and shaking her head, “Nothing.”

“That’s not nothing.”

“It really is.”

“You think she’s pretty.”

“She’s gorgeous…”

“And?”

“Taken, or did you not hear her?”

“Yeah, about that. I didn’t know.” Domino waves her off. “Nah, I wouldn’t try to set you up with someone in a relationship.”

“It’s fine…just my luck, right?”

--- 2 Weeks Later ---

Domino is downtown in the middle of the workweek, headed to her favorite bookstore. She finally received a call that her special request arrived. It has been a month of patient waiting, and she cannot wait to dig into a good read. Anything to get her mind off Lana and Parker. Her best friend will not stop asking about her, and the latter never used her number, so there is nothing to tell.

The bell chimes overhead as she makes her way to the back of the old shop. She waves to the familiar faces of the workers she passes in the narrow aisles. She presses the small buzzer to notify someone behind the curtain of her presence.

“Domino! Long time, no see. Where ya been?” The cheery attendant greets her.

“Hey Shelli! Working, so I just haven’t had the time to come by and hang out or attend any events.”

“Well, we have another Sip & Chat in a few weeks. I hope you can make it this time.”

“I’ll do what I can.”

“Great! Let me get your book for you.” She nods at Domino and goes to a shelf on her left.

Domino’s phone rings, and without looking she picks it up, “Hello.”

“Domino?” A shaky voice whispers in her ear.

Looking down, she sees a number, not saved in her phone, “Speaking.” She hears loud banging and yelling in the background. She gets a bad feeling and realizes the person might be in trouble. “What’s going on? Do you need help?”

“I need to get out of here.”

“Where are you?” She enters the address into the GPS of her phone, “I’m about 10 mins away. I’ll be right there, ok.”

“Okay.”

“Shelli, leave the book. I gotta run, but I will be back.”

Domino makes it to the address that the caller sent. It’s a small one-story house, and a broad-shouldered individual is throwing clothes and furniture out the front door. Yelling and screaming obscenities at someone still inside. As Domino approaches the front of the house, the person turns towards her.

“Oh, so you came to get your lil slut?” Domino recognizes her from The OC Center’s Casino Night. It’s the drunk chick who was with Parker.

“Where is she?”

“Inside.” She points through the open door, “Take her; I’m done with the bitch anyway.”

Domino walks past her and into the house. “Parker! I’m here. Where are you?” She is almost knocked to the ground as Parker launches herself into her arms as she enters the hallway. Domino looks down at the bruising around her eyes and her tear-stained face. “Let’s get you out of here.”

She sees the bags next to Parker as she sets her down. Grabbing the bags and her hand, they make their way out to the house. They walk over to Domino’s car, and she opens the passenger side door for her. When Parker is sitting comfy inside the car, Domino closes the door and watches Dee stumble her way over to the car.

“Enjoy my sloppy seconds.” She reeks of alcohol, swaying in front of Domino. Leaning over Domino, she looks into the car, “I never wanted you anyway.”

Standing up as straight as she can, she comes face-to-face with Domino’s fist. Dee drops to the ground, knocked out cold. Domino wipes her hands off and makes her way to the driver’s side door. Getting in, she looks over at Parker.

“You good?” Parker nods, “I’m gonna take you to Lana’s, ok?”

“Thank you.” Domino nods at her.

They ride over in silence. Parker thinking about what she has just been through while Domino’s thoughts are scattered. She calls Lana to let her know she is coming through to drop off Parker. She hangs up before she can ask for details.

Lana opens her front door when they arrive. She takes a good look at Parker, “Dee?” Parker walks by her into the apartment. Domino drops her bags by the door. “Stay.”

“Nah, I should go and let you guys talk.” Lana looks at her friend, she already knows.

“Then, at least come in and say goodbye.”

Domino follows Lana into the apartment and walks over to Parker who is on the couch. “Parker?” She looks up, “I’m leaving, but I just wanted to say that I am glad you are ok.”

Parker stands up and gives her a big hug, “Thank you for saving me.”

Returning the hug, Domino whispers in Parker’s ear, “We gotta stop meeting like this.”

Parker looks up and quietly laughs, “Yeah.” Domino lets her go and hugs Lana before walking to the door. “Don’t be a stranger.”

Domino turns around and says, “I won’t, definitely not now.”

#wocsapphicfic #wlw fanfic #poc fanfic #domino x oc #thadelightfulone

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if-weshadows-haveoffended · 8 years ago

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Hux x Best!Friend married AU

A/N: Hey remember how Part 1 was all cute and based off Anne of Green Gables? Yeah this one’s inspired by Macbeth. Rip in pieces. But it’s a little inspired by the stuff that goes down in Rogue One with Galen Erso because that was hella fascinating, and the Star Wars universe seems to enjoy having history repeat itself albeit on a 5000% escalated scale. TLDR, I’m putting these besties through hell.

Also, please be warned that I do touch upon the fact that these characters are very aware of the fact they may die at any given moment, and that the opening sequence is a reaction to a miscarriage.

Title: The Golden Round Words:1400+ Tags: Mentions of Miscarriage, best friends to lovers, Macbeth, post TFA pre LJ, not really redemption Reader Tags: @lesbianladyren Rating: M Part 1- Logic (x) Prompt: here (x) Masterlist (x) and Prompt List (x)

“Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness.”

-Lady Macbeth, AI SV

10 years ago

“I don’t understand,” Was all that Armitage had said, his hand still enveloping yours and his eyes uncharacteristically worried, worlds away from the stoicism aboard the Destroyer. “You declined��they… they… after all we’ve done, after all you’ve worked for-“

“Tidge I just can’t do it anymore.” You admitted, breath struggling to leave your throat as it constricted tightly in fear and paranoia. Everything could be heard through the thin walls. “I can’t.”

“And I refuse to have you leave my side,”

“No, no that was never a question. Just,” You paused, staring hard at the floor. “Power or my child!?”

And you were back where you started, on the floor, hands skimming over a roundness that wouldn’t be there anymore. The Administration saw to that. Snoke saw to that. You and your dear, dear best friend were to be left alone in the cold galaxy it seemed, any source of happiness to be siphoned off, every ounce of energy to be dedicated to the party.

“Why must they hate us?”

“Who, love?” Your husband murmured soothingly into your hair, a gloved finger attempting in vain to wipe away whatever salty tears trickled down your face.

“All of them.”

“I suppose it must be lonely at the top, love. Nevertheless we have each other. That’s all we need.”

“They told us when we were children that power was both war and intellect,” You stated calmly, hyper-active ventilation whipping wisps about of hair around your face as the rest of it was tucked into the neat crown braid you’d managed all your life. Your husband’s gloved hand moved from the sterile railing of the freighter to your own, mutually giving each other the silent comfort that had been commonplace all your lives. “We risk our lives, we’ve become traitors. Isn’t that funny, Carrots?”

“We risk our lives anyway, returning to the Supreme Leader,” He answered back, tired eyes moving from the vast expanse of dark void to your face.

You were eighteen once, nearly fifteen years ago now. You were wide-eyed and soft and romantic and so was Armitage, though certainly shyer and much more reserved than you had been. And you’d both clawed your way through the Academy, holding your youthful husband close at night as he refused to cry, quietly seething at his father’s callousness and your father’s cruelty. Whether you be nine, sleeping together at an Academy camp or the night-time exploits of nineteen with a week’s worth of planet leave; the image never changed, fact remain you both refused to be parted.

Perhaps that was why you left the service, deciding that perhaps clerical work was quieter. And it was, but the information you had seen before you burned behind the lids of your eyes. You let far too many things happen and Tidge had been far too complacent in allowing them to happen.

Until Star Killer. He’d spent years attempting to convince himself that it was Arkanis and the outer rim planets’ only chances are liberation. Even Ren had hid own slow loss of faith in the plan. What fucking idiot didn’t know it was simply Death Star? It was doomed from the start. The numbers, the engineering… none of it added up.

And Armitage Hux, your clever, brilliant, cunning husband knew that. He knew there were flaws.

And he hid them. He hid them from Snoke, your fathers, every bit of brass worth knowing in First Order Command.

Why? You still didn’t know. And you doubted you ever would. But it wasn’t too difficult, Armitage had mastery of words and you of numbers and code. It took very little to hide the information, remaining unassuming and pale before the endlessly growing base.

“He’s left us in peace after all Starkiller, but that over-grown child goes AWOL and it’s our necks on the line.” His words were heavy with implication, you knew that meant death in returning to the Grand Master.

“We’re the children of a Brigadier and a Commondant, I suppose he expects better,” You mused, massaging your stomach as Armitage, now alarmed, assisted you in sitting down upon the grimy freighter’s co-pilot seat. “I was always the better pilot, my dear ginger husband,”

“Not in that condition, you can’t even reach your boot laces.” He sneered, calculating his next trajectory as you did as much as possible before yourself, rolling your eyes at the reminder. “I, I’ve…” Armitage’s face slowly began to shift, the usual sharp and aristocratic features giving way to an expression you hadn’t seen for a very, very long time. The familiar sense of dread, sadness and anger managing to claw it’s way to your already hurting heart.

Fear. He was scared.

“Tidge?”

“I’ve failed you, our children- I’ve failed our family.”

“Not your father,” You spat bitterly.

“No, not that fucking bastard.” He choked out a nervous laugh, but still, even strapped into the pilot’s seat and hidden in layers of civilian clothing he hadn’t worn for years. “I promised us our twilight years together, retired, surrounded by cats.”

“Yes, you did, didn’t you?” You recalled the hazy memory of seventeen, drunk on Correllian Whiskey and scared for what the future held.

“It seems I can’t even bargain a decade for us. Perhaps not even a month in my case.” And with every passing second his tired, heavy eyes would flicker down to the only legacy you two cared about now. Not power, not dreams of entire galaxies and a crown upon your head.

A child, innocent, with your curious eyes and their father’s equally as fiery hair.

Let them tarnish your names, let history speak of the despicable actions of General Hux and his insipid, barely-mentioned wife. Let those school students be cruel and let them judge their actions as they doodle little hearts and initials in the corner of their datapads, giggling with their best friends that they slowly fall in love with. Let them believe they could rule the universe the same way you and your best friend had once.

But in the process of a violent, raging star dying; the supernova and the ensuring black hole dragging and swallowing every planet and comet and every single piece of light in it’s wake, you hoped it would leave behind the swirling new star forming on the far edges of the solar system.

“We’ll survive it. We always do, love,” Your hand moved from your swollen middle to his cold hand, gloves discarded, forever, on the floor.

“We damned ourselves long ago.” Armitage admitted forlornly, smiling as well as he could. “It its perhaps my only regret I cursed you all as well.”

“No. No, we wanted the whole galaxy together. It is only right that the forces that we once dictated do their best to drown us.” The tears escaped past every durasteel wall you had built, furiously, you attempted to wipe them away, clumsily with a fisted sleeve. “But we will face it nevertheless. We’re not running. We’re…” You were lost for words, entirely unsure of where yourself and the former General were headed. “Where are we going, darling?”

“I don’t know, somewhere.” He admitted shortly, running a tired hand over his face. “I’ve sent it.”

“And now we wait?”

“And now we wait. For how long? As long as they will give us, I suspect.”

Signal Code- Unknown, cannot be processed. Detail: Codes, information Message: To Her Highness, the General Leia Organa,

Attached are the attack plans, financial budgets of the First Order (from conception), extent of Storm Trooper Program, alongside other perhaps useful paraphernalia. Years upon years of information at your disposal.

Also attached are leaked files of Resistance corruption (at an administrative level) and of Federation embezzlement. I hope you understand that while I no longer wish to affiliate myself and wife and child with the First Order, I cannot also hold love for a Federation so unaffected towards the rest of the universe, so preoccupied with their own little factional wars.

I am no enemy of yours, nor am I your bosom friend. I can give you only my word that the information here is substantial enough for your pathetic council to take notice.

Do with us what you will.

But give us time. That is all we beg of you.

#hux x reader #general hux x reader #star wars fanfic #star wars the force awakens #post tfa #general hux imagine #general hux x reader headcanon

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thegoldenonyx · 8 years ago

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92 Truths

Tagged by @notime-left

Rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. At the end, tag a lot of people, 25 to be exact!

LAST:

1. drink: White chocolate mocha

2. phone call: Work

3. textmessage: My coworker Brett

4. song i listened to: Dance, Dance – Fall Out Boy

5. time you cried: Bro idk I don’t really cry

6. HAVE YOU EVER:

6.dated someone twice: Not even once lol

7. been cheated on: Can’t be cheated on if you aren’t in a relationship

8. kissed some one and regretted it: Lol nope

9. lost someone special: Not really

10. been depressed: Yes, diagnosed and everything

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: I don’t drink

LIST 3 FAV COLORS:

12. Teal

13. Purple

14. Black

IN THE LAST YEAR YOU HAVE:

15. made new friends: Yes, on Tumblr and at work

16. fallen out of love: Nada

17. laughed until you cried: Almost

18. found out someone was talking about you: Yes, apparently I am unable to be serious

19. met someone who changed you: I mean, everyone you meet changes you to an extent

20. found out who your true friends are: Depends on what your definition of true is

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: lol nope

GENERAL:

22. how many facebook friends do you know in real life: I have 298 fb friends, and I know most of them. Am I friends with most of them irl, no

23. Pets?: 2 cats

24. Change Your Name?: I like my name

25. what did you do for your last bday? Nothing. I went to school and probably went to dinner, but I don’t remember

26. what time did you wake up: 10:30

27. what were you doing at midnight?: I just got home from work

28. name something you cannot wait for: School to be over

29. what did you last see your mom? Like 20 minutes ago

30. one thing you could change about your life: Have my friends live closer

31. what are you listening to right now?: Paradise City- Guns N’ Roses

32. ever talked to someone named tom? My grandpa was named Tom

33. something that is getting on your nerves: People

34. most visited website: Tumblr and Youtube

35. elementary? I went to three

36. high school: One I don’t care for

37. college: EWU

38. hair color: Red

39. long or short: Long

40. crush on someone? Sure

41. what do you like about yourself: I’m really funny

42. piercings: Ears and nose

44. nickname: Bre, B, Ginger

45. relationship status: single

46. zodiac sign: Libra

47. Prounouns: she/her

48. fav tv shows: Supernatural, Bones, Haikyuu, various other anime, Criminal Minds

49. tattoos: I want some

50. right handed or left? Right, but I can write with both

FIRST:

51. surgery: My left wrist after I broke it

52. piercing: Ears

53. bestie: Hannah

54. sport: Gymnastics

55. vacation: Glacier National Park

56. pair of trainers: Bro idfk

RIGHT NOW:

57. eating: Nothing

58. drinking: Nothing

59. i’m about to: Get ready for work

60. listening to: With Arms Wide Open - Creed

61. waiting for: The world to end

63. get married: At some point

64. career: Behavioral Psychology of some sort

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. hugs or kisses: Hugs probably

66. lips or eyes: Eyes

67. shorter or taller: + or – 3in from my height (5’4”)

68. older or younger: I always thought older but all of my friends are younger than me

70. arms or stomach: Iwa-chan’s arms

71. sensitive or loud: Sensitive

72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship

73. troublemaker or hesistant: Hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER

74. kissed a stranger: Nope

75. drank hard liquor: Nada

76. lost glasses/contacs: I’ve lost my glasses once or twice

77. Turned someone down: Not to my knowledge

78. Sex on first date: Not my cup o tea

79. Broken someones heart: I don’t think so

80. had your own heart broken: Naw, I don’t really get attached to people

81. been arrested: Nope, I’m great

82. cried when someone died: No, I don’t really cry

83. fallen for a friend: Is there any other way to fall?

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. yourself? For the most part, yes

85. miracles? Some things just can’t be explained

86. love at first sight? No, it’s more than just looks

87. santa clause: No

88. kiss on the first date? It depends

89. Angels? No

OTHER:

90. current besties name: Chase <3

91. eye color: Blue/Gray

92. Fav movie: I don’t really watch movies, so idk

#askonyx

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everybodyelsedying · 6 years ago

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Pigeon’s Pregnancy Meme

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Updated 17/12/2017

Basically this is a meme where my muses will be the ones pregnant, with a range of relationships. This meme is not ship-specific and can include platonic and friendship relations!

This meme list came about because I wanted ask meme list for myself to get my muses pregnant and also have a whole variety of reactions and relationships.

Also there are trigger warnings for potential things like rape, abusive relationships and controlling relationships, as well as abortion, stillbirth and infanticide.

Finding Out

“You’re pregnant?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re pregnant.”

“Woah, you look fat- wait. You’re pregnant?!”

“How many months are you?”

“How far gone are you?”

“So… is it a boy or a girl?”

“It’s a girl/boy? Oh, how wonderful~”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”

“Pregnant again? You’re such a slut.”

“Do you not realise what birth control is?”

“You’re pregnant? Disgusting.”

“If you’re pregnant, it better be my child.”

“What a slut, you’re pregnant again.”

“You’re pregnant? How wonderful~”

“You’re pregnant? Ugh. Disgusting.”

“You’ll never get rid of me now, this child will make us bonded forever~”

“This child will bring us closer together~”

“I’m so happy~ We’ve created something beautiful.”

“Are you claiming this to just trap me?”

“Are you serious? Why aren’t you happy about this?”

“You’re pregnant. Finally. Now you won’t leave me.”

Multiples

“Twins?! Are you freaking kidding me?”

“Twins? Oh, my god. Two cute babies at the same time!”

“Twins? Oh, you poor, poor soul.”

“Oh, my lord. Triplets?!”

“Uh-oh, triplets? Triple threat right there.”

“You can have more than one baby at a time?”

“You’re pregnant with twins from your first time?”

“Wait, how many babies did you say you were having?”

“You should go on that Octomom show.”

“This is so great~ Your love has given us two/three babies.”

“Slut, you have that many babies in there?”

“You have that many babies in there?!”

“I’m so proud of you, you’re so fertile~”

“I didn’t think my seed was that fertile, but here we go.”

“How are we going to cope with twins/triplets?!”

“Of course, a whore like you just had to have twins.”

Wait, two/three babies at once? That’s possible?”

Unwanted

“I’m not ready for a baby, sorry… ”

“I can’t do this, I never wanted to have a kid with you… ”

“You’re having an abortion?”

“You will be having an abortion!”

“You’re not having an abortion? Why not, it’s not like we can care for a child.”

“Look at our parents -muse name-. We are gonna be shit parents like them!”

“We’re… my parents were terrible and I don’t think I should be a parent.”

“Just give it up for adoption.”

“Don’t give the child up, we can love it.”

“Don’t give the baby up, it’s the thread tying us together.”

“We cannot care for a kid. As soon as it’s born, you will give it up for adoption.”

“I don’t want a child.”

“You’re just a whore, don’t try and trap me with a stinking brat.”

“Get rid of the brat, or I will.”

“Get rid of it! I don’t want any bastards in my house.”

“What do you think you’re doing, keeping it? I told you to get rid.”

“Don’t you dare even think about abortion. That child is mine and I decide what you do with it. Got that?”

“Aren’t you happy? Why do you want to get rid of our child?”

“Why are you happy about this? I don’t want that parasite.”

Excitement

“I will be a good father, I swear to you.”

“I will protect you, and our baby.”

“I’m going to be a father? Wow~”

“We’re gonna have a baby~”

“I will make sure to give them, and you, all the love you desire.”

“I’m gonna be an aunt/uncle!”

“I wanna be the godmother/godfather!”

“Ooo, name them after me!”

“What names have you thought of?”

“As the aunt/uncle/grandmother/grandfather of this kid, I will spoil them if I want to.”

“Aren’t you happy, dearest? You’re having my baby.”

“Aren’t you happy? We’re going to have a bond through this child.”

“I’m so proud of you. You have given me the perfect reason to keep you nearby.”

“You’re the best~ Even though you were unsure, you gave me what I wanted, as always.”

“See? Your pregnancy is a sign- we belong together, no matter how much you protest~”

“I’m going to be a father~ I’m so excited, for us.”

“Our family just keeps getting bigger~ Everyone will be so excited.”

“Our parents are going to be so happy~ They’ll love their grandkid so much, I just know it!”

“Our little one is going to be so excited to be a big brother/sister~”

Parentage

“Who’s the father?”

“Do you even know who the father is?”

“It’s my baby? Wow… ”

“It’s my baby? There’s no way… !”

“It’s my baby? Great~ You can never leave me now.”

“It’s not my baby?”

“It’s my baby?”

“You whore! You got pregnant from an affair?!”

“You… got pregnant? And it’s not mine?”

“You cheated on me… there’s no way it could be my child.”

“It’s okay. I know it wasn’t your fault that you were knocked up by that no-mark.”

“It’s not mine? How could you do this to me?!”

“The baby is not mine? Who else could the father even be?”

“Please don’t lie to me… is it mine?”

“Tell the truth for once! There’s no way I can be that child’s father…”

“I don’t care… I will be the father no matter what.”

“It’s okay, I promise. Even if we don’t share blood, I will care for the little one as if they were my own.”

“Is -insert name here- the father? Tell me the truth, please.”

“Be honest with me, who’s the dad?”

“I know that brat’s dad is -insert muse name here-, so don’t even try to deny it.”

“You cheating whore… why would you have someone else’s kid and not mine?”

Symptoms

“Um, sorry to be blunt, but… I think you’re leaking a little.”

“Hey, cow-tits. You’re leaking a lil’ right there.”

“Ah… dearest, you… you’re kinda… Y’know… -points at breasts- ”

“Don’t resist, dear, but your nipples are so sensitive, I just can’t help it~”

“Stop crying, your boobs can’t ache that much when I touch them.”

“Ahh~ Your boobs are so nice and round, I just want to touch them all day.”

“Ah, you’re leaking… ”

“Can I have a taste of your milk? Please?”

“It’s not weird! Just let me taste your milk.”

“How can you eat that? I know cravings are weird, but damn… ”

“Woah. I can’t believe you are eating that.”

“You know you’re never gonna lose that baby weight if you eat all that.”

“You want to eat that? Okay~”

“You want to eat that? Hold on, then, let me go make it.”

“You are disgusting and there is no way I’m letting you eat that when you’re having my child.”

“Are you okay? I heard you throwing up… ”

“Aww, are you sick again? Poor mama.”

“Here, it’s okay, let me hold back your hair.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Just rest today if you’re feeling unwell.”

“You want some peppermint/ginger tea?”

“Woah there, friend, just calm yourself.”

“Damn, you’re moodswings are horrific.”

“Why do you have to get emotional at everything?!”

“You forgot again? Jeez, your baby brain is such a drag.”

“You forgot again? Oh, no, don’t worry. Baby brain must be so annoying for you.”

“Why are you yelling at me? I’m not the one with baby brain and forgot everything.”

“You want me to rub your back/ankles/belly?”

“Stop trying to push me away. Let me touch your tummy.”

Concerns

“This cannot be happening! You’re way too young.”

“Babies having babies? What is the world coming to?”

“You’re pregnant? But I still imagine you as the little one who cried at -insert film name here-!”

“Um, aren’t you a little old/young for having kids?”

“Being pregnant at your age will throw up all kinds of problems.”

“Dear, you should rest more, for the baby’s sake.”

“Put that glass down! You’re pregnant.”

“Put that out! Smoking is bad for the child!”

“Please, try to eat a little healthier, for your baby’s sake.”

“Darling, I know cravings are hell, but you can’t eat that.”

“Pickles are not a good breakfast.”

“Hey! Be careful, okay?”

“But, if you have another baby, what will happen to me?”

“What if I’m not good enough?”

“What if our child is born unwell?”

“What happens if our baby… y’know… isn’t born living?”

“No, no, don’t stress yourself. Think of the baby!”

“Please, just try and think of the baby.”

“Dearest, stop trying to do things to hurt the child.”

“I’ve taken all the dangerous objects out of the house, so you can’t try to hurt yourself or the baby again.”

“Why are you doing this?! It is our child, stop being selfish!”

“If you try and hurt yourself or our baby again, I’ll have to tie you up.”

“Don’t you dare try to harm our child.”

“If you’ve lost our child because of your stupidity, I am going to be very angry.”

Pregnancy Buddies

“We should go to this class together.”

“Oh my god, you’re pregnant too?”

“What if we have our babies at the same time?”

“Our babies could be like besties!”

“What if our babies become best friends? Wouldn’t that be so adorable?”

“Aw, your tummy is so big now.”

“You look so fabulous today, you’re glowing, like some earthy fertility god/ess~”

“Thanks for helping me out at the maternity section. You’re so fashionable, even when you’re pregnant~”

“Hey, I found out my baby is a boy/girl. Do you want the babygrows I bought?”

“Aw man, I found out my child will be a girl/boy. Do you want these blankets/toys I bought?”

“Hey, share some of that with me?”

“Pregnancy buddies? Good idea~”

“Let’s compare stretchmarks~”

“Oh my god, that happens to you too? I thought I was the only one!”

“I am so glad you understand what I’m going through.”

Later Pregnancy

“Your boobs are so huge.”

“Your boobs are quite nice, but I bet bras are so expensive for you right now.”

“Stop squirming, I just want to feel your boobs/tummy.”

“Are you ticklish? Just let me touch~”

“Was that a kick?”

“You felt them kicking? Can… can I feel?”

“You felt them kicking?! Gross… ”

“You can feel them moving? That’s so weird.”

“You can feel them moving? That’s so cool~”

“Your belly is so round!”

“Ah, how cute~ Your boobs/belly are so sensitive now, huh?”

“Oh wow, you’re like a goddess of motherhood.”

“Haha, you look like a whale.”

“You’re bearing life, you look beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful, all round with my child/ren~”

“You don’t look like a whale, or a pig. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

“They like the sound of my voice?”

“Wait, they react to the sound of my voice? For real?”

“You must be due any day.”

“Due any moment now, huh?”

“I can’t wait to finally see him/her/them~”

“Can I touch your belly?”

Labour

“Oh, dear. You do realise it’s going to hurt when you go into labour.”

“Did you pee yourself? What? Your waters are breaking?”

“Your waters broke? Oh, my god.”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“You’re going into labour? Shit! What do I do?!”

“You’re going into labour. Right, just come here and lay down, it’ll be fine.”

“Fuck! Ow… I think you just broke my hand… ”

“Dear, could… could you loosen your grip a little… ”

“I didn’t think you could scream that loud… ”

“I think my ears are bleeding… ”

“I’m sorry, okay! Please stop cursing me out for knocking you up… ”

“Please stop yelling at me… I’m sorry for making you go through this.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re doing so well~”

“Oh, jeez. What do I do?! I’m not a midwife!”

“Right, just calm down, okay? It’ll only hurt for a bit.”

“Look on the bright side, at least after this you’ll get to meet your child.”

“Don’t worry~ I can help you, just relax.”

“What do you mean the baby’s coming now?”

“The baby is coming now?! It’s too early… ”

“Finally. They sure took their time deciding to be born, huh?”

“Oh, god. Stay with me, don’t pass out!”

“It’s okay. Just breathe… and push.”

“Keep going! You’re almost done.”

“I can see the head.”

“Oh, gross… I should have stayed in the waiting room… ”

“You’re doing so well~ Just a few more pushes.”

“Breathe. It’s going to be okay, the child will be okay.”

“Just take deep breathes… it’s gonna be okay.”

“Ahh, our baby is coming~”

Birth

“Oh my god, he/she is so cute!”

“They’re finally here… ”

“H-hey… stay awake, please. Your child needs you.”

“Are you alright? The baby’s here.”

“Our child is here, love.”

“I’m so proud of you, you delivered our child.”

“You look like hell.”

“Here, you need to give him/her the first milk.”

“You should rest, it’s over now. Our baby is here, they’re safe.”

“Good girl/boy, our child is so cute.”

“Ew, why is it so… pink?”

“Oh. My. God. Look at his/her little toes.”

“She/he has some lungs on her/him.”

“Are babies supposed to be that pink?”

“Babies are actually… kinda ugly, aren’t they?”

“He/She kinda looks like a little alien… ”

“Do all babies look like this when they’re just born?”

“Oh god, oh god, no… what’s happening?”

“D-don’t panic, but… the baby’s not doing so well.”

“Don’t look, it’ll be okay. He/She will be okay, I swear.”

“I’m so sorry, love… he/she didn’t make it.”

“It’s all your fault. You didn’t care for our baby and now they’re gone.”

“He/She is dead. How can this happen?”

“Shhh, shh. It wasn’t your fault.”

“These things just happen. I don’t blame you.”

“It’s not your fault, please don’t blame yourself… ”

“This was all your fault. You didn’t take good enough care and now our child is dead.”

#reposting so i can add the cut #original post link is dead

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