#my dads gf is feeling bad in the stomach too and it worries me that she is here feeling that

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

i have a sneaking suspicion i may be getting sick

[sortasirius]

“Despair” and Dean and Cas

Well well well, winning is my favorite thing.

As usual, this is going to be as long as hell. And fair warning, it’s extremely emotional.

So here it is, the thing that we have been barrelling towards for years, literally years.

Just want to point out this.  Also, I will NEVER allow someone to speak negatively about this writing group, EVER.

Team Free Dads starting off the episode is so sweet, so scary.  Cas’ calming, Dean’s fear, Sam’s desperation, really just hammering home how much they love Jack, how his pain is pain for them, how losing him is unbearable.

“I can’t stop this.  I’m coming apart.  I don’t want to hurt you.  Don’t let me hurt you.”

Oof.  If you’ve ever question whether Jack is a Winchester, this line should shut that shit down for you.

When I tell you I was PISSED when Billie sent Jack to the Empty to EXPLODE?????  PAIN.

“Yeah the Empty can’t come to earth, not without being summoned.”

Hello Bobo, clue number 1.

The fact that they only had Jack in limbo for like five seconds was great for my heart health, thank u very much Bobo.

Also Dean wielding Death’s scythe?????? KING?????

Man, Sam and Dean’s growth.  The way that they’re able to, idk, actually speak on how they feel without death looming or fear or pain.  It’s just a conversation, just an honest conversation of Dean admitting his mistakes, admitting how he felt.  Admitting that he fucked up, and Sam forgiving him for it.

CHARLIE AND HER GF CHARLIE AND HER GF CHARLIE AND HER GF

Also...hunters and their “dates.”  Two hunters who are happily together, who are happily fighting monsters.  Hm.  Sounds like a Saileen/Destiel parallel to me boys.

You ever wish Cas would look and the mirror and take the great advice he gives others?  Because I do.  He’s always tried to be “useful” for Sam and Dean, for Jack, always tried to make sure that he’s useful enough that they keep him around.  But what he doesn’t understand, what he’s never understood, is that they need him because of who he is, not because of what he contributes.

Remind y’all of anything?

And here we have Clue Number 2

And then, Sam’s realization.  Eileen.

Did I begin full tilt screaming no in my apartment when he said her name?  Who’s to say?

How can a lock screen cause me this much pain????

Okay but: Charlie loses Stevie, Sam loses Eileen.  Clue Number 3.

I feel like I don’t talk enough about how much Sam loves Eileen.  About how obvious it is that they are endgame, about how happy he is when he talks about her.  This just feels like a blow to the stomach, but we’ve barely even started.

Sam immediately shifting into protective leader mode?  He is the love of my life.

Dean’s simple nod, like it’s a given?  Enough to do me in right there.

This is another episode where it’s just so clear that Sam is the leader of the North American hunters.  Everyone knows him, everyone is willing to follow him.  He’s knowledgeable and kind and fair and just and an incredibly capable fighter.  Once again, I don’t believe his work on earth is done.

Can we also please talk about how FRIGHTENING IT WAS for Jack to kill that plant???  I don’t really have much of a comment on it because I was literally just like ?????

With Billie saying that it’s Chuck, the way that people were dusted, very similar to Becky and Amara, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised, especially with Donna getting taken off the board.  It’s like I said last week, I don’t buy that he’s taken himself off the board, he’s too invested in the unraveling of this story to take a step back.  He’s gotta break them before he can defeat them, that’s the only way.

And here we go, into one of the most painful and surreal things I will ever write about.

Dean’s speech.  His guilt, his regret.  The shame of not only trapping himself, but the pain, the horror of trapping Cas.

“I just lead us into another trap.  All because I, I couldn’t hurt Chuck.  Because I was angry and because I just needed something to kill, and because that’s all I know how to do.”

“Dean-”

“It was Chuck all along.  We never should have left Sam and Jack, we should be there with them now.  Everybody’s gonna die, Cas.  Everybody.  I can’t stop it.”

His narrative arc.  Tied up in a bow.

“She’s gonna get through that door.”

“I know.”

“And she’s gonna kill you and then she’s gonna kill me.  I’m sorry.”

Cas smiles.

Cas knows.  He knows what’ll get them out of this, and he knows that he would do anything in this Universe for Dean Winchester. The human man he fell for.

“When Jack was dying, I made a deal to save him.”

“You what?”

“The price was my life.  When I experienced a moment of true happiness, the Empty would be summoned and it would take me forever.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I’ve wondered what it could be, what my true happiness could even look like.  I never found an answer, because the one thing I want, it’s something I know I can’t have. 

“But I think I know, I think I know now...happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being.  It’s in just saying it.”

“What are you talking about, man?”

The most selfless thing Cas does in this, and he does a lot of selfless things, is to tell Dean Winchester how impossibly good he is.  To tell him that he is worthy, to tell him that he is adored.

“I know, I know how you see yourself, Dean.  You see yourself the same way our enemies see you.  You’re destructive and you’re angry and you’re broken and you’re daddy’s blunt instrument.  And you think that hate and anger, that’s what drives you, that’s who you are.  It’s not.  And everyone who knows you sees it, and everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love.  You raise your little brother for love, you fought for this whole world for love.  That is who you are.

“You’re the most caring man on earth.  You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know.  You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you outta Hell...knowing you has changed me.

“Because you cared, I cared.  I cared about you, I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, I cared about the whole world because of you. 

“You changed me, Dean.”

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Dean’s greatest fear. His fear of those loving him leaving him. The terror of being alone.

“Because it is.

The head shake.  Don’t love me.  Don’t love me if it means you’ll leave me, don’t love me, everyone I love leaves me.  Don’t leave me.  Don’t love me.  Don’t leave me.

“Don’t do this, Cas.”

Just like I always thought.  One last look at Dean before the Empty takes him.

“Cas-”

“Goodbye Dean.”

And Dean is left, broken on the floor, unable to answer Sam’s calls, unable to do anything.  It doesn’t matter to him that Chuck has wiped everyone out, it doesn’t matter to him that Sam and Jack might need him.  It doesn’t matter.  It doesn’t matter, because the thing that mattered still hangs on his lips, still waiting to be said, and now he won’t get another chance to say it.

The fact that I am writing this, even with all my spec, with all my analysis of the writers’ room, of their text, of the way Dabb and co had approached this story, nothing could have ever prepared me for this.  Nothing could have prepared me for a three and a half minute, uninterrupted scene where Cas confesses not only that he loves Dean, but that he has always loved him.

I talk a lot about how these writers don’t get the credit they deserve.  Unfortunately, from most of this fandom, they never will.  We will likely never know the fights with the network they had, the steps backward they had to take, the way they had to beg and fight and claw to get this on the screen.  But they did it.  They did it for these characters, they did it for this dinosaur of a show, and yeah, they did it for us.

It was not easy, I can promise you, to get this greenlit.  They had to fight for this, they likely had to call in favors and make threats and quite literally put their careers on the line (you may scoff at that, but WB is a BIG company, especially in the TV/movie world) for this story.  This story of Dean and Cas, the man dragged out of Hell and the angel who fell for him.

I have tons more to say, and will likely have several more posts about this, but I want to leave all my babes who are worried that that was the end for Dean and Cas with some takeaways.

Sam is missing Eileen.  Dean is missing Cas.  That is no longer a fun subtextual parallel, that is it for them.  Their respective endgames are missing, and they will not know their peace until they get them back.  Chuck will not win.  That’s not the story being told, and right now?  He’s winning.  He’s broken them, left them with nothing, left them with an empty world and a hole in each of their hearts where their person (or angel) used to be.

Our show is going to end with “contentment.”  “Contentment” isn’t from Sam and Dean being filled with grief and hitting the open road.  It isn’t Sam getting Eileen back and leaving Dean with no one.  “Contentment” is Sam and Eileen, Dean and Cas.  Together.

[trulycevans]

our perfect little family

Warnings: swearing, a bad pregnancy experience 

Summary: anon requested:

“hi!! i absolutely love ur imagines 🥺 i was thinking maybe u could do one where chris’ gf is pregnant and they break up (unrelated to the pregnancy) but chris still is in her life and they get back together after the baby is born 👉👈 just an idea! hope u’re staying safe! <3″

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

[A/N I’ve never been pregnant so I don’t know much about the ins and outs of it, I’ve tried as much as possible to be accurate but if anything isn’t quite right you know why]

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You paced the bathroom of yours and Chris’ shared home. Heart in your throat as you watched the timer on your phone. You sat down on the toilet lid, knees bobbing, head in your hands. Never had you expected to feel the amount of dread you did at that moment. While many people in a relationship feel excited about a possible pregnancy, you on the other hand felt a sense of impending doom. 

The alarm beeped on your phone causing your breath to hitch in your throat. “Ok [Y/N], you’ve got this. No matter what it says you’ll be okay” You muttered a pep talk to yourself as you twisted to pick up the pregnancy test from the sink. “Fuck,” the two lines on the pregnancy test were bold and dark. There was no denying or doubting whether your child was currently growing inside you. 

Your head began to spin. Yours and Chris’ relationship had been rocky for a few months and was hanging on by a thread. Virtually every conversation you would have would be an argument, which lead to Chris sleeping on the sofa and an awkward apology the next morning. However, this was cyclical and happened most nights. You ached for the relationship you once had, one filled with laughter and joy. With stolen kisses and romantic endeavours. 

Your hand moved down to your stomach, “Hello baby,” You whispered, your eyes beginning to well with tears. “I’m gonna protect you no matter what-” You were interrupted by the sound of your boyfriend shouting you from downstairs. “Where are you? I’ve been looking for you. I-” He pushed the door of your en suite open, his gaze dropping to the pregnancy test in your grasp and your hand held softly on your belly. 

“What’s that?” He asked softly, frozen in his spot in the doorway. You didn’t respond, silently handing him the pregnancy test. His poker face while studying the white stick in front of him made you flood with concern, your hand never leaving your stomach as your knee continued to bob anxiously. 

“You’re pregnant?” He finally whispered looking up at you with watery eyes, causing you to nod. He cautiously walked toward you, kneeling next to you on the cold tiles. He delicately lifted his hand so that his fingertips could brush your cheek softly, causing you to look at his face, a small smile etched on his face, as slow tears trickled down his cheeks. 

“I know things haven’t been great between us recently...” He hesitated, taking a second to breathe and observe your reaction. “But you don’t know how happy this makes me.” His voice was barely audible.

“We-We’re gonna make this work right Chris?” You questioned, “No matter what happens this baby is always gonna have us right?” 

“That’s what you’ve been worrying about?” He asked incredulously, “No matter what I’m gonna be there for our child... Nothing in the world would ever stop me from being the best Dad.” His hand hesitantly drifted to your own that rested upon your belly, as if seeking permission from you, unsure of how you would react. 

“That’s our baby in there Chris” You whispered, and he gave your hand a tight squeeze as he interlocked his fingers with yours. A comfortable silence washed over the two of you, and you prayed that this feeling would never end. 

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But of course it did. A baby was never going to fix the problems you and Chris had had. You both quickly realised that the stress of your relationship was not good for you or the baby. So just as you entered the second trimester you and Chris had ended your relationship, a mutual decision that pained the both of you each day. 

Chris had moved out of your shared home, not wanting you to have to put too much pressure or stress on yourself by being the person to leave. So as you spent the first night alone in your large Boston home you had cried whilst sitting on the sofa, Dodger curled up on your lap as the sounds of your sobs echoed across the empty halls. Your phone beeped on the coffee table in front of you and you leaned forward to retrieve it and read the message.

chris 🤍: I’m so sorry for everything. I’m so grateful for everything you have, had and will do for me and our child. Sleep well, I’ll see you soon x

Silent tears trickled down your face as your heart shattered even more.

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The pregnancy passed in a blur and you had hated every minute of it. Not only were the hormones surging through your body making you feel emotionally, mentally and physically horrendous, but your crippling loneliness made it awful as well. Yes, you had yours and Chris’ family around you in the day which made it that little bit easier. But at night when it was just you and Dodger alone in the house, the house that was a constant reminder of your failed relationship. 

Chris had tried to be there for you in any way he could, and it pained him to see you so damaged by the pregnancy. He felt to blame, and yet it was inappropriate of him to try and help relieve some of your symptoms. 

Chris on the day that marked exactly four weeks before your due date had found himself parked up on the driveway of your home just watching you and waiting in case anything happened. You were struggling to walk at this stage and while you had insisted to Chris that you could take care of yourself (”Chris I’ve got this, go home I’ll be fine” you had winced as a sharp pain shot through your back). However, he knew that was just your stubbornness shining through. 

So to settle his nerves Chris had camped outside of your house in his car, just in case you needed him, and as he watched you through the window standing at the kitchen. He smiled, staring at your swollen belly as you chopped vegetables at the island. His adoration for you had only grown throughout your pregnancy, he craved your attention and affection, he wanted nothing more than to be able to stand behind you now hands on your swelling stomach, kissing your hair comfortingly as you talk about your day. 

His affection was quickly converted to concern however as he watched your eyes widen and hands clutch your stomach. He leant forward as he watched your look down at the floor and then grab your phone, his own beginning to ring immediately. 

“Hey!” He answered, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re still outside aren’t you?” You questioned wincing. 

“Yeah, why?” Chris breathed, anxiety piling up with every second that passed. 

“I-I think my water just broke” You breathed, Chris immediately jumped out of the car, dropping his phone into the centre console. He raced into the house, fumbling with his keys to open the door. When finally the lock gave and he was able to rush inside he found you knelt on the kitchen floor trying to clean up the fluid that had leaked.

“Babe what are you doing?” He questioned incredulously, the nickname rolling off his tongue out of habit.

“Labour could take days, and then I’ll probably stay at the hospital for a few more. I’m not coming back in pain after having this baby and having to clean up the floor,” You explained, causing Chris to let out an exasperated laugh. “And what do you think I’m gonna be doing when this baby comes, just watching you do everything. I’ll clean this up for you” He knelt down in front of you taking the cloth from your hand. “Why don’t you head out to the car?” He questioned, “I’ll grab the bag and take Dodger round to Mrs. Dalloway.” All you could do was nod as a contraction occurred, causing your face to scrunch up and you to moan in pain. 

Chris dashed around the house making sure everything was in order as you shuffled to the car. When he eventually climbed into the car, the faint sound of the radio as you text yours and Chris’ parents to let them know what was happening so they could meet you at the hospital. “You ready to have a baby?” He questioned, and you nodded wide eyed. A sense of fear reverberating between you. 

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36 hours. That’s how long it took for you to bring Emilia Grace Evans into the world. But it was so worth it. The moment you and Chris heard her cries you had made eye contact and shed tears. You fell back onto the hospital bed exhausted as the nurses shuffled to take care of you.

“Well done,” Chris whispered brushing your sweat-ridden hair away from your face. “You did so well,” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple as the midwife congratulated you on your baby girl. She was placed onto your chest, and at last you felt at peace. You felt normal again for the first time in eight months, and as your eyes moved from your beautiful newborn daughter to your ex-boyfriend, you knew that you couldn’t do this without him. The adoration in his eyes as he watched you whisper comforting words to your daughter. 

It was an unspoken agreement to continue your relationship. It naturally just happened. The moment you were discharged from hospital Chris had gradually moved back into your home. You shared a bed again, he cared for you as you recovered from the ordeal that was giving birth. 

And after a month of living this way you had asked what you were while rocking Emilia to sleep on your porch swing. “We’re just us, [Y/N]” Chris whispered. “We’re just our perfect little family” He smiled as Dodger nuzzled his leg.

“Our perfect little family,” You repeated, looking up at him and leaning up to kiss him as the evening sun washed over you.

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[beanst0ck]

heyyy, it's me again :) so,, since the requests are open, can i have how noya, tsukki & kageyama (my fav karasuno bois) helping their s/o who's struggling with school and stuff. like they go to her house and shes crying, and when he asks why is she crying she says "idk" bc basically, that's happening to me now, and I need some fluff to have serotonin 😔😔💕 love u!!

school can b like that sometimes 😔

i don’t usually struggle with schoolwork but when i do it’s >:(

Yuu Nishinoya

it’s a normal day. not too cloudy, not to sunny, perfect for a date!

nishinoya thinks back to you, noticing that you seemed a little distracted at school today

he asked you multiple times what was wrong but you always responded with “oh no im fine!“ so he assumed you were just having a bad day :((

so to try and make you feel better, he decides to text you!

short king💕: HEy! be ready in 15 mins!! we’re going out to eat >:))

he found it kind of odd you didn’t see his message, but maybe you were just taking a nap or doing hw!

cut to him rushing over to your house bc our bby is excited!! it’s been awhile since he’s taken you somewhere so now that he has the chance to he’s pumped up!

he calls you multiple times on his phone ready to tell you he’s outside, but you don’t answer

now our bby boy is confused. he’s like?? where are you?? i just wanna go out and eat??

he looks around your house and notices your window is open

somehow, he manages to reach your window and sees you hunched over your table looking at something

he sees that your phone is on your bed charging, so now he understands why you wouldn’t answer!

“(y/nnn)!! let’s go out to eat!“

you turn around so fast

like “wHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO GET INTO MY ROOM??- oh hi noya“

he immediately freezes once he notices your eyes are red and puffy

better believe he’s going to rush over to you and ask what’s wrong, what made you upset, etc.

you have to wait awhile before he calms down so you could explain what was wrong

“today we had a test and i didn’t get the score i thought i’d get... i thought i’d at least get a passing grade but guess not, so im trying to study for the makeup test so i could do better this time :((“

he has a moment of realization and you swear you could literally see a lightbulb go off above his head

he finally understands why you were so upset earlier!!

now that he understands why you were sad he’s gonna do everything in his power to make you feel better

“how long have you been studying for?“

“since i got home..“

“(y/n) that was 3 hours ago...”

finds out you haven’t even taken a break and he’s about to throw hands

he cares about you a lot and wants you to take better care of yourself!!

he saw how hard you were working on trying to get a better grade and knew you needed a break, so now he’s definitely taking you out on that date as a reward for your hard work

“alright, you’re taking a break now! too much studying will break your head!!“

practically drags you out your front door. he didn’t even give you a chance to get ready, y’all left exactly how you were

he takes you out to buy your favorite food because even if you didn’t pass, you tried your best and that’s what matters

he would try his best to study with you, but we all know he isn’t the smartest when it comes to academics,,,

will give you lots and lots of kithes when he sees you finally got the score you wanted as a reward for your hard work :))

Kei Tsukishima

during school tsukki noticed that you were acting a little odd. normally you’re the one to initiate conversations with him, but today you were just quiet

immediately knew something was up, but didn’t say anything because maybe he was looking into things too much

time skip to lunch and tsukishima is looking for you, because he wants to eat his lunch with you!!

imagine his surprise when he sees you studying?

he’s like “what are you doing, are you trying to be a nerd now?“

you jump because you weren’t expecting him to find you so fast??

your plan was to study a bit before you ate your lunch with tsukishima but obviously that wasn’t going to happen today

tsukishima finds it kind of weird that you were studying during school hours because you never do that? but once again he stays quiet because hey maybe you just want to improve your grades or something

the day passes by normally for the both of you, but tsukishima still can’t shake the feeling that something is up with you

so after practice he decides to head over to your place

he parts ways with yamaguchi and begins heading over to your house to see you

he’s lowkey a little excited because he doesn’t come over to visit you much so he had lil butterflies in his stomach

your parents open the door and when they see him they immediately greet him happily and let him in

i headcannon that parents just love tsukishima idk why

tsukishima doesn’t even knock, he just opens the door to your room

when he sees you crying he just stares, extremely confused

when you notice someone’s entered your room you look up and through all the tears you see your boyfriend standing in your doorway, confused af

you quickly wipe the tears from your face, already knowing that hiding your face from him would not work because he definitely just saw you crying

you try and play it off tho

“ah! tsukki! what’re you doing here ahahha-“

he slowly walks over to you and sees your notebook fills with notes along with other worksheets filled with information

he closes your books and pushes away all the loose papers on your desk

right as you’re about to ask him why’d he do that for he immediately hugged you

it was kind of an awkwardly positioned hug tho? you were sitting down on a chair and he was standing so your face was against his stomach

he asks you if you were crying because of school work but did he really need to ask?? he already knew the answer-

he suddenly becomes sweet towards you? like he still teases you but not as much because he knows you’re sad rn :((

offers to tutor you if you really need to help, he’ll use it as an excuse to spend more time with you!

if you get a problem right your reward is his kithes

if his teammates see him tutoring you they’re gonna be like “awe“ because he barely agreed to tutor hinata and kageyama and he couldn’t stand them

they’ll clown him a little bit

speaking of them they’re probably gonna complain about it

“tsukishima you’re so mean! why does (y/n) get tutoring and not us :((“

insert sugamama smacking hinata for his comment

you get girlfriend privileges bc tsukishima is vv soft for you :))

Tobio Kageyama

im sorry but our dumb dumb kageyama probably wouldn’t notice how sad you seemed

hinata probably said something along the lines of “hey did you have a fight with (y/n)? she seems sad :((“

it’s not that he doesn’t care!! trust me he really does he’s just mostly focused on volleyball and doesn’t know how you feel unless you tell him

after hinata says that he starts to focus on you more, trying to see if what hinata said was true

if you DO seem sad, he’s gonna panic because he doesn’t know what to do

if you DONT seem sad bc you’re good at hiding your emotions, then he’s gonna call hinata ‘ bOkE!1!!1 ‘ because how dare he assume something about his gf

regardless of those things tho, he’s gonna start paying attention to you in general. he’s gonna try his best to understand your emotions because he doesn’t wanna upset you more!!

you’re most likely gonna feel his stares him a mile away. ppl are gonna think he hates you but in reality,, he’s just trying to understand your mood

one day while at school he noticed that you didn’t come. took him awhile to realize,, it was actually one of his teammates that said “where’s (y/n)? they aren’t with you?“ and he went into a mini panic mode because they’re right where’d you go?

realized that you weren’t at school and texted you

poor babey seemed lost without you because he spends most of his time with you

emo blueberry💙: you’re not at school? do you feel ok?

when you see his text you start to feel better because you know that he loves you and he’s worried bc you’re not there with him

kageyama begins to look back on his days spent with you

generally you seemed happy with him but there were times where you’d let your smile slip just a little

idk why but i headcannon that when it comes to relationships he’s vv inexperienced and doesn’t know what to do

as much as he’d hate to admit, he asked hinata it if he noticed anything off about you

when hinata tells him that you seemed distracted during breaks kageyama begins to do his journey on trying to find out what’s wrong

he asks his upperclassmen for advice and he actually uses what they say

after class he takes it upon himself to go to all of your classes to pick up any homework you might’ve missed

during practice you’re all he can think about which causes his sets to be a little off

daichi, being the kind dad he is, let’s kageyama leave early to go see you

kageyama enters your home and heads to your room. as he’s about to knock he hears sniffles clearly coming from you and he goes into panic mode

quickly opens your door and you two kind of just stare at each other awkwardly like,,

“uh, hi?“

he doesn’t understand how you could be so chill?? like you’re literally crying yet you’re acting as if you’re not

immediately asks if you’re alright, why you’re crying, etc.

once you tell him it’s because you don’t understand your schoolwork, he nods. he understands how you feel because he himself isn’t as good

he’ll tell you how it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand the material as fast as others because everyone learns at their own pace

he’ll slowly initiate a hug? it might be a little awkward because he doesn’t seem like he knows what he’s doing he really doesn’t but he hopes that it makes you feel better :((

he’ll drag you away from your studies for a bit if you haven’t taken a break and he’ll just cuddle you

AGAIN!! it might be a little awkward but pls he’s trying his best ok :((

if you end up falling asleep he’ll give you a little kith on your forehead :))

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[emmmmmit]

Could you, please, do a reaction when you their gf kick them in their crotch accidentally lol (tho some DO deserve that ooops) 😂

OHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! this feels so fucking bad from what ive been told!! poor babies-- although some do deserve it, so i will make them ✨ suffer✨  

A3! boys getting nut tapped

SPRING TROUPE🌸

Sakuya- 

poor babey! He instantly falls to the floor

Will probably try not to cry

Get him ice and keep apologizing

(if you dont the others will literally come for your head)

Masumi-

And you did this for what??

Went down to his knees 

Boy is DEAD i honestly believe he hasn't gotten hit bc of his dad being so serious smh

He is like “why does this hurt?! Bro am i gonna die?!”

Probably would try not to cry too

Tsuzuru-

Probably has gotten hit by his brothers before so its nothing new

Will 100% not register it of he hasnt had enough sleep

People are just so confused with, like, can he feel it or not?? “Hey! How about we test it” (omg guys stop we want him to have kids)

But if he does register it he will wince in pain but not fall, he will probably hold his stomach like as if he got gut punched

Citron- 

Will give you the look of betrayal-

Like you just murdered a man

Will try not to throw up bc sometimes it do feel that bad

Will try to mutter out something like “you have just murdered a man- how could you?”

Itaru-

TIMBERRRR!!!!!!!!

He will fall over like a tree and land on his smug ass face

Dont expect to get cuddles later-

You will need to boost your affection stat up more now!

Chikage-

This could go 2 ways

He could either shrug it off and say “y'know this is why i don't like women”

Or he would do a sharp inhale and clench his jaw tryna not show anything

If its the 2nd one- watch out for your food if you don't like spicy food, aight?

SUMMER TROUPE🌞

Tenma-

 He does some weird ass gasp sound

Will 100% fall to the floor

You can see visible tears in his eyes

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA” probably haven't experienced this pain before as well

Yuki-

WHY?!? HES BABY

Haha no <3

He will cry just.no.

he also wouldnt forgive you

Muku-

Haha no <3 x2

But let's just say Kumon and Juza would never forgive you

and he would go down faster than my grades in school

he would say he deserved it

Misumi-

“That's not very sankaku of you”

Would probably bite his lip vv hard trying not to let out any signs of pain-Bc he doesnt wanna worry anybody

He would also hold his stomach and just try to relax but it just hurts :(

Kazunari-

He DIES

This man has ASCENDED

He will go “ YO BRO THAT'S NOT CHILL AAAA IT HURTS”

He probably fell down to his knees

Kumon-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA” 

now you have juza coming for your head

He is another trying not to cry

“bRuH tHaT hUrTs”

AUTUMN TROUPE🍁

Banri-

Haha y e s

He gets kick extra hard

goes down faster than tsuzus will to live

He will get revenge later

Juza-

Why?

Anyways he will probably try to not show anything

 But he grips his stomach and you can just tell it hurts by the look on his face

wouldn’t recommend doing this

Taichi-

HE LOOKS LIKE A KICKED PUPPY

“AAAAA” x2 

He has tears in his eyes- omg poor babey

Get him ice now!!

Omi-

Why? x2

What would you gain from this

He would forgive you afterward and just tell you to watch out-

But in the moment he looked dead on the inside

Sakyo-

Ohoho you gon’ die

Doesn’t care if its an accident

If you laugh you are going to get yelled at

Just watch the fuck out!

Azami-

You could do this- but at what cost?

He would DIE

Que unholy demon screaming

Tryna seem tough by not crying

Ultimately fails

WINTER TROUPE⛄

Tsumugi-

“aAaAaAA”

You did this for what??

Winter troupe is coming for your head

Hes not gonna get mad at you

But he might want an apology

Tasuku-

“Eh”

Balls of steel

You probably hurt yourself ngl

Hisoka-

I doubt you could land a hit on him but if you fall on him the right way then maybe?

He's gonna need some more marshmallows

But he's gonna give you a mean look

You might need to give him cuddles later

Homare-

Will fall down- this man is dead

Hisoka: "Homare, why are you laying on the floor in the fetal position?”

Homare: "Y/N just nut tapped me with her water bottle..."

Once he's better, he will probably make a poem about pain or something

Azuma-

No!

“Ahaha th-that hurts”

Would forgive you but- it might need care later 

(ohoho smirky smirk time)

Guy-

 He has dealt with this pain 100%

He's probably used to it

But that still doesn't give you an excuse

He will probably freeze or wince 

 --heeeey I totally didn't die! I had a ton of tests this week and my charger for my laptop decided to break as well... BUT IM BACK!! I’LL BE ANSWERING ALL OF YOUR ASKS SHORTLY!!!--

[igotthejuice]

Part 2 of My Bumble Date from Hell

Okay, I’m back! So anyways, I ran behind him out of fear he was going to put his hands on her but don’t worry, he’s not a complete idiot, he didn’t touch her.  He did get real close to her and started yelling at her.  By the time I got over there she was walking away.  I finally told him we need to go.  He insisted he was fine and to not let that moment ruin our date…too fucking late but you know what, for whatever dumb ass reason I said okay LI still regret that decision and it got so much worse.  So, now that everyone’s staring at us, we go back to our picnic area and he continues to drink and record me *eye roll*.  Oh he brought speakers too, I’m not gonna lie, his music choice was a vibe. But he ruined that shit too low key. He acted like it was his playlist but it was actually a Brent Faiyaz Spotify playlist…which, I mean I’m not judging…but I’m judging, but only because he acted like that was his beautiful creation.  Why lie about that?  Anyways, it happened guys, the moment I was most afraid of, he turned to me and said, “oh shit, you know Blaine?!  She told me to tell you hi!”  I was so fucking pissed.  Blaine was one of those girls I knew but would never tell my business to.  She seems to always know peoples business.  I kid you not, within 30 seconds of him saying that, I got a DM from her saying “Yo you know he has a whole ass kid on the way right?”  My. Stomach. Turned.  I dropped my phone and just stared at him.  His drunk ass didn’t even notice.  So, once I gathered myself I told Blaine I had no fucking idea but good looks.  I may not fuck with Blaine but in that moment I did, she responded with sending me the girls IG profile, clutch.  Luckily it wasn’t private.  My heart was racing, we all know that feeling, scrolling hella carefully to make sure you don’t accidentally like anything, meanwhile he’s just living his best live with not a clue of what’s going on.  Just goofy.  So I’m scrolling and it didn’t look like they were in a relationship but he was definitely the dad.  The picture of them at the baby shower, yea y’all she’s been pregnant for a while, had a caption that said “Our situation may not be ideal but I’ll always respect you as the father of my son.”  So that’s why I figured they probably aren’t dating but still! Call me crazy but if you have a kid or one on the way that’s definitely worth mentioning.  So anyways, I’m scrolling and scrolling on her page and guess who tf I see.  The girl taking the pictures of us.  Yup, she was at the baby shower, I didn’t know her relation to them but she was for sure there.  This idiot knew her all along.  So now I’m pissed because I’m clearly caught up in some mess but also, this girl was really taking pics of me and my dumb ass was too naïve to realize, sticking up for her and everything.  Ughhh!! So when I finally got over the initial shock, I was like “Yo”, and I showed him the phone.  Y’all I can’t make this shit up, this man instantly burst into tears.  Sir.  Fuck is you cryin for?  Because you were exposed? Ewww.  I rolled my eyes and started packing my shit.  He started crying even more and, I mean do have a heart y’all.  I felt bad just leaving him there crying.  Sometimes I wish I was ruthless.  So here I was, consoling a liar in the middle of a pandemic, and he starts coming up with all of these reasons for why he didn’t tell me. All BS tbh.  Oh and that girl is the future kids moms best friend AKA the God Mother.  She happened to see us and was investigating, as any good friend would.  Kudos to her frfr.  So once he calmed down I told him we should leave and he said he wanted to show me something to try and make up for everything.  I just wanted this “date” to be over but he clearly was hurting and I knew I would never talk to him ever again so I said fine.  He suggested we go to the water to see the sunset. Ehhh that part was actually really cute. So anyways we were chillen by the water and it was beautiful, I was actually considering hearing him out when he sobered up BUT…this dumb ass thought it would be funny to rough house near the water, he thought tickling me would be cute…I hate being tickled.  It’s the worst feeling because I’m telling the person to stop but I’m laughing so it’s misleading lol.  I should start putting a “No tickling” disclaimer in my bios. Anyways, after trying to escape the “tickle monster” I kept backing up, tripped on a rock and fell in the Nasty! Ass! Water!  I got out the water drenched and just fucking lost it! Everything I had bottled up just exploded and I just went off on him the way Tyra Banks went off on that one girl we were all supposedly rooting for back in the day.  Anyways, I guess he didn’t like what I had to say because he started going off on me.  I don’t really remember what he was saying because he was so damn drunk and barely making any sense but I do remember him saying “Nobodies fucking with your dusty ass anyways.”  Oooop. Bruh that shit honestly had me weak though…but only because I know I’m not dusty and that’s on periodt.  But also, I love a good roast session.  So anyways, I’m walking back to go get my skates so I can get tf and they weren’t there…yup, my fucking skates were gone. I mean why not?  It was a horrible date already, lets top it off with my skates being stolen, nbd.  Anyways, I hopped my nasty soaked ass in an uber and ubered my ass home.  As you know by now from my other blogs, ya girl is a whole ass investigator outchea.  As soon as I got comfortable I went back on his future kids moms IG and just started digging lol.  Lucky for me she’s one of those girls that posts everything so it was quite entertaining. I didn’t really find anything juicy out though, just that the bike he came with was hers, apparently he didn’t have a car for a while so she was kind enough to let him use her bike since she couldn’t use it right now, maybe it was her brothers, idk but regardless, the FUCKING nerve of him.  Long story short, I got the juice and I don’t have time for shit like that and I think I answered my own question, no second chance for him.  He’s actually texting me now saying he was so embarrassed and out of character.  Aht aht, sucks to suck.  Lmao what a damn mess?  Well anyways, I’m about to be out.  Oh guess what?! Remember the ex I mentioned a few blogs ago?  The one that led to my 9 months of celibacy?  I think it’s time I fill you guys in on that story.  I’m going to a cookout this weekend and him and his new gf will be there.  I hate having mutual friends with ex’s.  The last time we spoke he drunk called me and told me he regrets everything and that he was sorry and he wanted to meet up…his girl was in the other room.

[scenesandscraps]

SU/GF: Bad Party

This one is a bit rougher than the earlier ones.  Flashback, underage drinking, vomiting, and panic attack. 

“There’s gonna be a party out in the woods tonight. You wanna come?” Wendy asked as they closed up the shack. “What kind of party?” Steven asked. “College kids, mostly. A couple of my buddies from high school are back on break, probably some of the new high schoolers.” “We’re coming too!” chimed in Mabel. 

“Are you going to behave yourself this time?” Wendy said with a look.

“Long as nobody brings any Smile Dip!” Mabel’s braces glinted as she smiled naughtily.

“Only Trevor could get that, and he’s in jail.” She looked back at Steven. “So, you in?” Steven immediately felt uncomfortable when he saw the bonfire. He wasn’t sure why it made his stomach turn. It was just a big campfire, right? Maybe it was just all the new people around. There must have been a couple dozen. Wendy went over to some she clearly knew; gave them hugs, shook hands. “So do you know anyone here besides Wendy?” Steven looked at Dipper. The younger boy shook his head. “Not really. I’m mostly here to keep an eye on Mabel.” He pointed his thumb towards his sister, who was already chatting with another group of teens. 

“Well, hey, maybe we can both make some new friends,” Steven patted Dipper on the shoulder. “Steven, catch!” He looked up and caught the can Wendy had tossed his way.  Without even looking, he popped the tab. From far away, he heard Dipper’s voice “Steven? You okay?”

Smoke mingling with the smell of beer and the ocean; chatter and crackly radio. What was that song? 

“This place is great, kid,” said Jimmy. Steven hadn’t thought of Jimmy in years. “So you’re always alone here?” “Most of the time, yeah,” Steven remembered saying. The beach near the temple was always empty, always alone. It was a perfect spot for teens to party. And Jimmy had been happy to hear about it. “Hey, Jimmy, think he’d drink a beer?” Steven couldn’t remember the other teen’s name. They’d all left Beach City a long time ago. “Whoa, ain’t he a bit young?” “Oh, come on. No way he’ll get it down anyway. Let’s see what he can do.” Jimmy turned to Steven. “How about it, kid?” He passed Steven the can. It  was barely cold in his hand. Steven’s nose wrinkled at the smell. He steeled himself and took a swing. It wasn’t good, it burned his throat a little, but Amethyst had given him worse stuff. He wiped his mouth and forced a smile. “Whoa!” the teens laughed and clapped. “That was pretty good for a first-timer.” “Think he could handle another?” 

Dipper, Mabel and Wendy surrounded Steven, huddling in his bubble. Other partygoers were gathered around too, but Wendy had viciously warned them off from getting closer. “What happened? What’s wrong with him?” Wendy knocked gently on the outside of the bubble. No response. He was shivering violently inside; he looked like he might vomit. “I don’t know!” Dipper said, desperately searching on his phone. What even to look for? Steven had just started panting heavily and fallen to the ground as soon as he’d opened the beer. Was it an allergy? It seemed almost like he got scared...

“Chug! Chug! Chug!”

Steven couldn’t remember how many cans they’d passed him. He didn’t want any more. But every time they patted his back and tousled his hair and said he was the coolest kid. He didn’t want that to stop.

“Maybe we should give him some water or pretzels or something,” someone said. ���You got any?” “Uh… no.” “You got any snacks back in the house?” Steven felt a firm pat on his back, almost a hit, and that knocked him over the edge. Steven started to throw up. It felt like he was throwing up everything he’d ever eaten. There was shrieking, there was laughter. He felt so sick.

“Kid? Kid, you okay?” Jimmy was rubbing his back, though the teen was pretty unsteady on his feet himself. “I’m scared,” Steven whimpered, when his throat would behave. “Call… call Dad.” “He’s gonna call his dad!” someone yelled. “Dude, no-” Jimmy started, but it was too late. “Everyone get the fuck out!”

All the noise blurred together for Steven. Tears were running down his face. He barfed some more. “Jimmy, we gotta /go/,” he heard. “He’s gonna be okay, but if his dad calls the cops…” “Yeah… yeah okay.” Then Steven  was alone.

Steven opened his eyes to the worried faces of his friends outside his bubble. He was breathing so hard, so fast. He tried to remember what the therapist had told him. Focus on something. Deep breathing. He hadn’t had a drink. He wasn’t at the beach. Nobody was forcing him to do anything. There were people here who cared about him. All of that was over. It was a long time ago.

Slowly, slowly, he was able to get his bubble down. “Are you okay?” “I need to go home,” was all he could say, and his friends immediately got him to Wendy’s car.

Dipper and Mabel didn’t know what to say during the short drive to Steven’s apartment; they just held his hands on either side and tried to be reassuring.

“Do you want us to stay? Do you need to be alone?” Mabel asked when they arrived. “You can go back to the party,” Steven said. “ Don’t let me ruin your night.” “Dude, you had a panic attack back there,” Wendy said, “Screw the party, are /you/ okay?” Steven opened his mouth to insist, but his therapist’s voice in his head caught him. Was he putting someone else’s wants over his own needs? “If… you’re okay with staying, I’d kinda like to talk about it.” The three of them nodded. “Is it cool if I change into something more comfy?” “Your apartment, man,” Wendy said casually. ***

“And the next thing I knew I woke up on the beach.” Steven had changed into a soft robe, made tea for everyone; was just finishing the story of that night on the beach all those years ago. “I got myself back in the house and called my dad, but it was too early in the morning and he didn’t answer. So I just had to clean up and go to bed.” “That’s really messed up,” said Dipper. He gave Steven a hug. . “That was beyond messed up. That was /fucked/ up.” said Wendy. “I’m really sorry Steven. If I’d known about that I wouldn’t have asked you to come.” “It’s okay. I’d just about forgotten it. I hadn’t thought about it in years.” “Did anything ever happen to those kids?” asked Mabel. “Jimmy actually confessed a couple days later. He came to the temple and told the Gems everything. I don’t think they really understood it, but they were more strict about keeping people off the beach after that. My dad was... I think he was just glad I was okay.” “I dunno,” Mabel looked off to the side. “It sounds like maybe you didn’t get out of that super okay.” “Mabel!” hissed Dipper. “What?” “No, you’re right,” Steven said, “I think that’s just one more thing on Steven’s Not-Okay Stack.” “Well, you’re still super cool,” Dipper said, then he blushed and didn’t look directly at Steven. “Thanks, Dipper. Thanks, all of you. For staying, I mean. I think it helped.” “Anytime, man,” said Wendy. The three of them wrapped him in a group hug, and he had to fight back more tears.  He drained the rest of his tea. “I think I’m gonna get in bed and watch some Tubetube. Do you think the party’s still going?” “Oh, for sure. You didn’t ruin anything,” “You’ve got all our numbers if you need ‘em. Seriously, call us,” Mabel said. “I’m good for tonight. I’ll see you all tomorrow though.” He waved his friends out the door and went over to his bed, feeling drained but strangely lighter.

[balmasedas]

THE TRUTH.

(SHAWN MENDES).

WARNINGS: ANGST, SWEARING.

WORD COUNT: 2,5K.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Haven't written for a while so it may be shitty. This is my first imagine here, so I hope you enjoy it! Please make me know if you do so, maybe I'll make a part 2. :')

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Thank god for makeup and alcohol. People like you needed it. Well, people in your situation, you deduced, cause it wasn't part of your nature to get extremely drunk. A radical change of plans, a sudden turn in the oceanic currents —you were sure many could relate.

But, then again, how many were secretly dating a superstar? And how many had to bear their lovers being publicly, and falsely, in another relationship? A better question was: How many of them could get through it? You had done it for over almost a year now. Six months of being silent —no, muted. You were a shadow, a secret.

You had done everything you could. When Shawn had asked if it was ok, you had nodded. You knew that success was part of his dream, and if a little white lie could contribute to that, then... whatever, right? After all you hadn't gone public and it was supposed to be only for a while. Two months top.

But two months turned into three. Your pleasent smiles turned into frowns. Silence turned into screams and discussions with him that drained you completely of energy. "I'm your girlfriend.", "I'm your boyfriend and you should support me.", and yada, yada, yada.

Then Shawn wasn't living with you anymore. He was on tour and you would've been fine with it if you hadn't went through tons of pictures of him passionately kissing Camila, walking hand-to-hand literally everywhere. And you started to wonder if they were even pretending anymore.

Apparently not.

Your first therapy was to dance to music in the apartment that you shared and pretend to not worry about it, but his scent was everywhere. Memories were too hunting, thoughts were too loud and your cries were unstoppable.

A club was the second obvious choice, you decided that night.

The first half of it you were with your friends, and yet you still felt utterly lonely.

The second part, you drank it all, and you felt carelessly free. Everyone was beautiful, everyone was your friend. The lights were pretty, the music was great and you were fucking ecstatic. No Shawn Mendes.

"Two Marg–marga shit ass." you laughed at your own word game. The bartender knew you should call it a night but who was he to deny you more poison? You recieved the drink and struggled to catch the straw with your tongue.

"Here." a hand appeared from your left and helped you take the straw with your mouth. You drank a bit and looked who was the misterious assistent: A guy. He looked older than you, thought the lights and your drunkness forbid you of guessing his age with more precision. You could, though, see his mocking and handsome smile. "You're a mess."

You smirked. "I'm single." Yes, shamelessly flirt, go fuck him and make Shawn pay.

"You are?" Unfortunately, you weren't that drunk. And you went from happy drunk to sad drunk.

"No. I'm not–tsk." you pouted. "I have a boyfriend." your forehead wrinkled "I think."

"What do you mean?"

"He's a celebrity and that shit. Shawn Mendezzz? You know him?" The name rang a bell, apparently. More than it, because the man's posture completely shifted.

"Yeah." he nodded. "And don't get me wrong, you're beautiful, but you aren't his girlfriend. Unlless you're Camila Cabello." that sparked anger inside of you.

"Of courrrrrse not, shtupid!" you poked his chest. Then you proceeded to clumsily reach inside your dress, between your breasts, and took out your phone. The device read your fingerprint and you shoved it in his face. "Look!" you weren't anymore aware of what you were really doing. You just smiled proudly at the photo of you and Shawn kissing in front of a beach sunset. It was your favorite picture. One of the last ones you had taken months ago, when both of you were still happy. "Yeah, Carmela Cabitch is only a– a promo! She's fake and shit!" you went to your inbox and looked for Shawn's chat. "Here! lmao! See?" You showed him his messages, where you talked of the PR stunt, of how he promised it would all be over soon. You were too busy laughing hysterically to notice this guy taking his phone out. "I'm a fucking no one so!" you shrugged, happily. As if you had no choice. He laughed with you and asked for a round of something, that you didn't hear, but when the glass of alcohol was set in front of you, you welcomed it.

He raised his cup towards you, "Cheers for... the truth. May everyone hear it soon."

You giggled and cheered with him. "Whatever dude." you emptied your glass. And you kept drinking and drinking. The man was with you for the rest of the night. He was fun, actually. You had fun.

So much fun that you let him keep your phone until you said goodbye.

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There was a buzz. An annoying and incesant buzz. You had heard it too many times for not being able to recognize it as your own phone but you were too tired to do something about it. Your face was buried in the pillow, you were spread like a starfish on the bed with one leg hanging over the side. Too comfy to move.

You groaned when you had to stretch your arm and reject the person who was calling you non-stop. You thought you had found peace for your headache finally, but the phone started vibrating again. And you were fucking done. Your reached for it and squinted your eyes for the sudden light in your eyes. You thought your sleepy state had fooled you at first and made you see things that weren't there but a few blinks confirmed what was right in front you.

Over 5K twitter notifications.

Over 1K on Instagram.

Hundreds of messages.

Dozens of missed calls from Shawn, your best friend, your mom.

You quickly sat up. You brushed the hair out of your face. You suddenly felt sick and it wasn't because of the hangover. You had a bad feeling cause that didn't happen unless something was really, really wrong.

You went to your messages. Your mom was asking if you were okay, she was worried, "it's not your fault" she stated. Your bestfriend had texted "hmu as soon as you read this.". She had also called you a few times. Then your dad and last, but not least, Shawn. You were extremely anxious. His calls and messages were the most, and he was the one you'd rejected a few minutes ago. If something was wrong, it had too do with him:

"Y/N."

"Y/N pick up."

"R u ok?"

"How could you do this?"

"You fucked up. You fucked us all up."

"Jesus Christ, pick up!"

"What the fuck?" You murmured. Your hand went from your stomach to your mouth. You opened twitter, cause everytime something happened it was there first. 'Shawn Mendes' was trending, 'Camila' too, your fucking name was trending third and in 5th place was the word 'PR'.

You immediatly knew what it was, but how?

You started reading the tweets involving your boyfriend.

"I knew Shawmila was PR!!!1 I called it first but lol, how could Shawn's gf sell him like that. Yikes"

"Y/N was clearly jealous but how can you fucking expose your boyfriend?????? like????? You agreed to it, didn't you?"

"I know it was fake, but Shawn was better with Camila than a snake like Y/N. #Facts"

And the tweets got worst and worst, but not a million of them could prepare you to see your pictures all over twitter. Your photos kissing Shawn, him with your family. The screenshots of your texts. His and your intimacy violated by the world. The insults did nothing in comparision of the pain you felt then.

In the middle of desperation, you started wondering what did you do wrong, if anything could compromise your privacy the night before and suddenly everything came back: The man. The man stole your shit straight from your phone. You were so stupid, so drunk you didn't noticed.

Your hand went from your core to your face. You sprinted to the bathroom and emptied everything from your stomach on the toilet.

You were there for a few minutes, lying on the floor, crying, to weak to get up. Your phone started buzzing again, and you were ready to ignore it again when you remembered: "Shawn." you got up so fast you almost tripped. You put on a hoodie and pants over your pijama, went to the living room and dialed Shawn's number. You had to talk to him. You needed to explain yourself desperately.

"Please, pick up, pick up, pick up." you mumbled while searching your shoes. Suddenly, a ringing echoed in your apartment. And not any ringing, Shawn's. It was Shawn's tone for your calls.

You turned your head and there he was: Coming out of the kitchen with a glass of water. You would've jumped to his arms, it would've been normal if it wasn't for his face. You've never seen like that. You wish you never did.

"Shawn I–" you started but he stopped you midsentence.

"Had to take a flight all the way from Japan just to be here." he offered you the water and you drank it, with the pill that luckily would help with the headache. He observed you in silence. You felt little under his eyes, painfully ashamed of what was happening. You couldn't stop the tears from flowing again and sobbing with the glass still in your mouth. "Don't, please. You'll choke."

He gently took the glass away from you and you covered your face.

"I'm so sorry. I–I–"

"You what? Y/N" any hopes of discussing with calmness dissapeared when he raised his voice. You couldn't hold in your sadness and he couldn't hide hise anger. "Do you know what this means?! For all of us?!" you crossed your arms over your stomach.

"I saw it."

"You saw it? They're destroying you. Look." Shawn turned the TV on and did a quick zapping over most of the news channel. Half of them focused on Shawn and Camila's stunt, half of them focused on you. You tensed your jaw and looked at an empty point on the floor. Shawn said something else, but you couldn't focuse on his words as you recalled what started it all.

"How much more can I be destroyed?" you whispered. Shawn turned the TV off and looked at you, somewhere between concerned and taken aback.

"What?"

"Yeah, you heard well. What's a bit more of pain? I mean, everybody is hating me but at least they know who I am, right?" Shawn scrubbed his face and you could practically see the words inside his mind: Not again. But weren't you telling the truth? You wouldn't be in that situation if it wasn't for the contract extending that long. If Shawn had the decency to not push you to a side, you wouldn't have gotten drunk and the secret wouldn't be out.

"We already went through this!"

"No we didn't!" you screamed. Shawn stared at you speechless "We didn't talk it out! You just avoided it, and avoided it until I wasn't part of the picture anymore." At this point your face was drenched in tears. The sobs were painful but, at the same time, you felt free. You had contain your anguish for too long.

"You know I had no choice!"

"Yes you did!" you poked his chest with anger "You had the choice of calling me, of reaching out to me! You were travelling the world with Camila and I suddenly didn't existed. The contract said you had to pretend to be with her, not stop loving me."

"I never stopped loving you, what the hell are you talking about? I kept in touch with you."

You laughed. For the first time you laughed, but it wasn't filled with joy. You were frustrated, furious. You advanced a few steps and stood before him, chest to chest.

"You bet?" you asked low "Pick up your phone, Shawn." no movement. "Pick up you god damn phone. You'll find my fucking texts, my fucking calls and only fucking me caring for us."

"I forgot to call you a few times. That. Was. It."

"That was it." you repeat, nodding with your head, as you finally understand. "Then this is it."

Shawn blinked a few times.

"What?" he mumbled. Your eyes got teary, his too. You don't have to watch it anymore as you strode to your bedroom.

You grabbed a suitcase from your closet and started throwing some clothes in it. Shawn called your name a few times and stopped at that door.

"What are you doing?" he asked. You knew his tones enough to guess that he's scared.

"Going to my mom's. We're done." you laughed and corrected yourself "I'm done."

"What? No, no, no. This isn't over. If anything I should be the one quitting, you fucked this all by selling me." you turned abruptly, but your voice wasn't strong or determined. If it was even possible, something else shattered inside of you. You knew he was affected by happened, but never did you imagined that he'd believe what they were saying.

"You really think I am capable of hurting you on purpose?" you choked out a sob. Tears started falling again.

What he didn't said was enough. You slowly nodded.

"Y/N" he murmured, when you grabbed the suitcase and passed beside him. You walked to the door and his voice, again, this time did stop you. "Y/N, stay. Let's talk. Please."

You vaguely dried the tears on your face with your hand and turned around. It took all of your strength to look at him.and talk: "I was drunk. Was it my fault? Maybe. I don't know. Maybe I should've not drown myself in alcohol. But there were two people in this relationship. I tried to talk to you and you just didn't listen. You just didn't—" Shawn was crying now. His jaw was locked, his hands tugging tightly his hair. You wished you could erase that image from your head.

"Please, Y/N. Shit! I'm so sorry. We can work this out. I believe you, baby, but don't go. I beg."

You smiled with a certain nostalgia. Your memories were holding you in, hope had it's role too. But was there really hope for you both? If he really loved you, you both wouldn't be standing there. If he really loved you, he would've taken five minutes of his day to talk to you. Your heart was aching, and you've had enough. It was the fact that he evidently didn't love you that made you took a step out.

You slowly closed the door, but not before hearing his now-loud cries. "Goodbye, Shawn."

[szopenhauer]

Walking into a party, what’s the first thing you look for? someone I know lmfao also a toilet Who was the last person you ate with? my mom, sister and niece

What do you do when you’ve had a bad day? depends Kiss on the first date? maybe Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? yes Are you too shy to tell people when you’re developing feelings for them? wouldn’t say so If you could pack up and leave to move away, would you? yeah Do you wish you were with someone right now? I wish my dad was already home and everybody else OUT or just leave me alone, I wouldn’t mind my gf’s company much either How many more people do you think you’ll kiss before you die? nobody else unless CPR will count if I will ever need it Do you like messing with people when they’re drunk? nothing rude/dangerous  Whats a song you absolutely hate? Gangnam style for example Your opinions on bi people? most of them end up in heterosexual relationships anyway because it’s easier  Song playing right now? Melanie Martinez songs Has anyone ever mistaken you for someone else? my mom and sister

What color dominates your wardrobe? dunno

Do you prefer color photos or black-and white? color, black and white or sepia only if they’re really old - elseway they usually remind me of death What color is your house? What about car? white What color “emotion” are you feeling right now? I’m feeling blue? Have you ever seen a double rainbow before? yep, even this year Do you own anything that is rainbow-colored? like one item that I don’t even use anymore Do you enjoy coloring? not really

If you had the chance to get the cast of any canceled tv show back together to make one “reunion” season, would you? Or do you think it’s better remembering it the way it was? If so, what show would you choose? BUFFY!

Do you find music helps you sleep? Which type of music do you sleep to? recently it helps me survive until I feel sleepy enough to not overthink/cry/get anxiety attacks

Would you try to hold back your tears if you were attending a funeral? I didn’t cry but I believe it depends on who’s funeral it is

If you could be one age forever, how old would you be? I just want to be a kid

Do you have a particular shoe brand you favor over others? nah

If you had the choice, what would your final words be? telling my loved ones that I love them

What is one thing you always wanted as a child, but never received? big stuffed black panther and a treehouse mostly

What social situations tend to make you most nervous?  all of them?...

What is one medical myth you’re tired of hearing? for an example that severe illnesses are visible all the damn time

Do you like making up nicknames for people? love, they’re catchy and other ppl start to use them to :D

Delete a year of your life, or start over in a new town? deleting one year wouldn’t help unless it was a year I was born like in Shrek movie...

What do you call your grand-parents? babcia 

What’s your favorite song by Taylor Swift? Why is that your favorite? the only one I liked was Bad blood mostly because of the music video

What do you think about your hair right now? ugh...

Do you do your homework at the last minute? oh well...

Would you rather get a new brother or sister? new as in a way of replacement or another?

Have you ever used a Polaroid camera? I wanna buy one someday

What is your favorite thing to do online? lots 

Have you ever gone to see a movie just to make fun of it? that’s stupid

Would you rather watch Family Guy or South Park? Simpsons

Does it bother you when people wear pajamas out? I’d do that myself :3

Have you ever tried online dating? How did it go? I tried and every single “relationship” failed, not that there were many of them, I met plenty of people that I wish I didn’t tho

Who was the last person you took a picture with? my sister and niece but shadows only 

Do your parents allow smoking in your house? nooo

Is your last name shorter than your first name? longer

Last two numbers in your phone number? personal

Who’s in your house? my fam just went to the garden and I have a moment of silence, finally

What magazine(s) do you look at the most? interior design

Are you paranoid? kind of

What item should never be shared? toothbrush, bloody period pad, underwear, towel, used piece of toilet paper, gum that someone already had in their mouth etc.

Do you sleep with a fan on? I don’t even own a fan

How many plants are in your home? too many

Do you ever type “kik” instead of “lol”? it never happened :o

Do you know how to play chess? forgot

Are you picky? about some stuff, sure

How tall is the person you like?  tall, much taller than me

Are you excited for winter? if I was then only for Christmas or New year eventually my birthday but it’s doubtful

If it was free and it would work perfectly, would you get plastic surgery? but it ain’t safe and painless etc.

Have you ever been called prince or princess? I dislike that

Do you like your body? pfft

What do you hear right now? dog barking

Last thing you wrote your name on? documents 

Where did you get the pants you’re wearing right now? I don’t even remember anymore

When is the next time you will see your grandma? ...

What is it tomorrow? Sunday

Have you ever laughed at someone because they had a funny name? not face to face, I heard some funny names during mass or my mom told me about them and I saw some online or in movie credits Speaking of names, why do celebrities always call their kids stupid ones? to be unique If you have a problem with someone, will you confront them? maybe

Are you more likely to be called a hard worker or lazy? lazy What is your sense of humor like? quite dark, sarcastic, dry, witty, puns, daddy jokes, memes Have you ever had a dream in black and white? I don’t recall What about a dream with no sound? it’s possible What types of people do you tend to avoid? ... all of them? What is one personality trait a potential friend must have? understanding and similar sense of humor Have you ever been in a helicopter? no What color car would you like to have? DeLorean is grey but if I had a jeep then yellow, red, gree, black or silver

What is your favorite mode of travelling? on foot or train, definitely not plane Are your favorite characters often what the majority like? I hardly ever like the main character so I doubt it but who knows? Is it dark outside right now? not yet Do you get scared when it’s a full moon? when I’m outside it’s bothering If you travel anywhere, do you always buy souvenirs for people? often Are you waiting on anyone coming home right now? YES Do you like the way your voice sounds? nope Can you see the stars from your house? not currently but at night - if it’s not cloudy - yup How would you react if your favorite band made a song with your first name as its title? awesome! unless it was real bad Are you considered an awkward person? it seems Is there a light on in the room you’re in? too bright for that  What day were you born on? Saturday, my mom said I shouldn’t be lazy then but I responded with - I was half an hour late for Friday Do you like having a favorite everything or do you enjoy keeping open? I often say I have a lot of favorites of things as I have a hard time choosing just one for most of them

How often do you feel pressured to be better than or different than you are? For example, how often do you feel pressured to be skinner, tanner, prettier, etc? Keep in mind that pressure doesn’t always have to come from others; In fact, we can put a lot of pressure on ourselves. ugh...

Would you rather it snow for three days or rain for a week? rain for a week if it didn’t cause the flood 

Have you ever changed the look of a survey because you didn’t like the way it was presented? This can even include adding or deleting numbers to the questions. many times

Does it bother you when surveys ask questions that Google could answer? I agree

When is the last time you had a cell phone that wasn’t a smartphone, if ever? 3 years ago

Do you know anyone who can speak more than 5 languages fluently? noooo

Would you rather write an essay on global warming or UFOs? UFO

Do you like sailing? When was the last time you went, if at all? never been and don’t wanna Favourite Pokemon? Mimikyu and Pikachu Do you or have you done martial arts? Which type? karate, self defence

Favorite animal. raccoon

Any turn ons? personal

3 most important people in your life right now? my dad, my gf and my mom

Do you respond to texts quickly? depends

Who was the last person you called? dad

Winter or summer? summer

What is the secret to a happy life? good health, enough money, peace and quiet, either no people around or only good ones, no worries/problems

What are some phrases/words you say often? MAYBE

What are some of your greatest fears? personal

Spicy food:Like or dislike? my stomach doesn’t like spicy food

Do you like to travel? nope

Do you like rain? yup

Would you rather visit the past or the future? future to see if it’s worth living for - past if not to enjoy once more what I lost

How often do you go to parties?  never?...

Do you think you’re ambitious? I know I’m not

What makes you nervous? what doesn’t?...

First mobile phone? grey Siemens

Do you like sharing? sharing what?

What was the last picture you took with your phone? single tiny cloud

If you had one word to describe yourself, what would it be? ME

Are you more creative or logical? why can’t I be both?

Would you rather lie or hurt someone with the truth? I don’t know anymore

When you imagine yourself as really, really relaxed and happy, what are you doing? sleeping well and having a good dream?

What is the best news you could hear right now? that I have no allergies

[ofheroesandvillains]

From The Start - Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes/Fem!reader

Words: 4.6k Warnings: None. Maybe a tiny bit of angst but not really. Pining. Request: ‘Hi! I looove your stories! Can I request a Buckyxreader os where she’s Steve’s gf but Bucky loves her and then they break up and he helps her get over Steve? Maybe later they get married and you can include dad!bucky?? idk…if you don’t want to do it that’s okay! Thnx :)))’

Thanks for the request and I hope it’s okay! I feel like it might be a little rushed, because I tried to include the whole request, so there might be a few time jumps! If you look closely, you’ll notice my inability to make Steve anything other than The Good Guy. Thanks for reading folks :)

(Gif not mine!)

Just seeing her was enough to put a smile on his face.

That shouldn’t have been the case, definitely not, especially considering who he was and who she was to him. The feelings he had for her, the ones he'd always had for her since the moment he met her, they were toxic. The places his mind would travel, the loving and -admittedly- sinful thoughts that it stumbled upon in those travels…they were dangerous thoughts to be having.

But that didn’t stop him from having them. Nothing could. He wouldn’t lie to himself and say he tried to move on, he knew he didn’t. He wasn’t the type to go out and find a pretty distraction in a tight dress, he knew how he felt and he knew that nothing was going to change that. If anything, it would make him feel even worse.

Every time he saw her, he felt alive.

Every time he spoke to her, he knew only she would be able to make him feel such things.

There was no one else like her, not in his eyes.  

She was beautiful and funny, and kind, and he could go on and on about the long list of things he loved about her, but at the end of the day it would get him nowhere.

Why?

Because she wasn’t his to love. She was only his best friend.

And the fact that her boyfriend was his closest friend made him sick to his stomach. What would Steve say if he found out just what went through Bucky’s mind whenever he saw his girl? Steve knew that the two had become best friends in the time that they had known each other, but that only made Bucky feel even worse.

Steve trusted him. He trusted him with his life and his girl, and Bucky’s mind betrayed that trust every single day. Whether it was a sweet daydream in the middle of a workout, or his darkest fantasy when he was alone at night, he shouldn’t have been thinking about her like that.

He had tried to dissuade himself…how would you feel if the roles were reversed?

But did asking himself that really make a difference? Of course not, because in the safety of his mind he could have her to himself. He was allowed to be internally selfish if he was externally selfless, at least that’s what he always told himself. It wasn’t like he would ever act on his feelings, and he definitely knew that she wouldn’t accept them anyway.

Y/N…

She loved Steve, and no matter how much it pained Bucky to admit it, they were great together. So great that he had to look away from them whenever they so much as smiled at each other. So great that it hurt him to think about just when Steve would be taking that next step.

Was he a terrible person for hoping the answer was ‘never’?

But he knew that realistically it was probably soon. His friend had been acting strange lately, nothing too serious, but when Bucky asked him what was on his mind, Steve had told him that he had a big decision to make and that he was hoping it’d all be for the better.

If that didn’t mean marriage then Bucky didn’t know what did.

And it hurt. It hurt to even consider the fact that he would never have her…that she would be Steve’s in every sense of the word. Bucky loved her, and there was nothing that could be done to change that. So how would he be able to sit there, with a smile on his face, and watch her start the rest of her life with another man? With his best friend?

It would be cruel to ask him to do so.

Fortunately for him, he would soon come to realise just how wrong his assumption was…

“Y/N?” Bucky frowned in concern.

He’d heard the news, and despite the fact that he was a little hurt that Steve hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him in person, he knew she was hurting a lot more than he was.

A few of her friends had already been over to see her, but she hadn’t answered the door once, no matter how much they all begged her to. He had only just returned from a mission, where Steve had finally confirmed what no one had expected.

He was leaving the city and moving upstate to the Facility. It was even worse when Bucky realised that Steve…well, he didn’t want Bucky to go with him. It was almost like he was desperate to get away for a while.

Bucky’s heart had shattered as soon as he heard the news, and he hated that familiar feeling of helplessness that he’d grown accustomed to in his life.

It was bad enough that his best friend didn’t want to be around him, but if Steve was leaving, then so was she…and he didn’t know how to deal with that. Bucky believed that Steve was somewhat hesitant to leave, knowing that the city would always be his home, and that he would have to leave his friends behind. But he’d mistaken Steve’s sadness for something it wasn’t. He wasn’t sad about leaving, it was only a few hours away after all…he was sad because of how he was leaving.

Bucky knew that he shouldn’t have been so relieved to hear it, but he was.

“So, it’s true then…you’re heading upstate?”

“Uh, yeah.” Steve’s brows furrowed, a frown marring his tired features. Recent weeks had taken their toll, physically and emotionally. The guilt of avoiding Bucky was eating him up, but he couldn’t bear it…seeing it all play out before his eyes.

“Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“Ah don’t worry about it.” Bucky waved off his friend’s obvious concern with a forced smile. “I’m surprised Y/N didn’t tell me though.”

Steve almost flinched at her name.

Bucky could barely get the words past his lips. Why hadn’t she told him? They told each other everything and this wasn’t just some vacation that Steve had booked for them, she was leaving the city!

Steve cleared his throat uncomfortably, eyes dropping to the floor as a sudden sadness flooded them. “Th-That’s because she didn’t know…”

After everything he’d been through, Steve knew that if anyone deserved happiness it was Bucky. He knew when he was beat, and it was only a matter of time until someone got hurt at the rate they were all going. He couldn’t stay, not when he could see his best friend’s heart break a little more each day. Not when he was questioning the nature of his own relationship every time he saw them together.

Bucky should not have been happy to hear that his friend had broken up with his girl to move to away for a fresh start…he shouldn’t have been so relieved, especially knowing that the woman he loved was probably a broken-hearted mess after the man she loved told her he didn’t want to continue their relationship.

He could tell it hurt Steve to talk about, he loved her more than anything…at least that’s what Bucky had thought. He couldn’t even imagine leaving her behind if he was in Steve’s shoes. There wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do in order to convince her to join him if he ever left. Steve had always looked so happy with her, Bucky couldn’t help but wonder what on earth was more important to him than his girl.

It didn’t matter, what did matter was the fact that for whatever strange reason, their relationship was over.

And as any true friend would, Bucky had gone straight to her apartment after a debriefing to see if she was okay. He knew she wasn’t, but after calling all of her closest friends (who didn’t seem too happy with him simply because of his association with Steve) and finding out that she hadn’t answered any of them, Bucky was worried. So he took the spare key she’d given him, in case of emergency, and made his way over.

He wasn’t surprised that she hadn’t answered the door, and for a moment he even hesitated. What if she screamed at him for letting himself in when she so obviously wanted to be alone? Despite his worries, he knew that his concern for her outweighed them, so he let himself in and approached the closed bedroom door.

His light knock was ignored and he eased the door open gently, just in case she was asleep. She wasn’t asleep, he could tell by the periodic sniffles coming from her curled up form.

“Y/N?”

She remained unresponsive, but that didn’t deter him. At least she wasn’t yelling, that was something positive at least. His mind told him not to do it, but he moved forward anyway, laying down behind her. Hesitantly, he reached out to gently pull her elbow back. Despite tensing at first, she let him turn her around, puffy eyes avoiding his gaze as she was finally revealed to him.

She knew she must have looked terrible. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, her face was damp, and her nose was sore from all of the constant wiping. It broke his heart to see her in such a state, and when she finally met his sympathetic gaze her face crumpled once more. Bucky was quick to pull her into his arms, stroking her head with one hand, while the other rubbed soothing circles into her back.

For a few minutes they stayed that way, with Bucky telling her she would be okay, and that he was sorry (despite not having anything to be sorry for). He was glad to finally see the tears stop falling for a moment.  

“Did you know?” Her voice was thick and hoarse, and it hurt him to hear her so dejected.

“No. I would have told you…I think that’s why he didn’t tell me.” Her face burrowed further into the crook of his neck.

“I just don’t understand.”

She sniffled loudly and he tightened his grip around her.

“Neither do I…”

And he really didn’t. Who in their right mind would have left a girl like her?

Not Bucky, that was for sure.

Despite those long nights where she would lay on her couch watching crappy shows and wallowing in self pity, life went on. She wouldn’t lie and say that she was over her ex. Steve was the one she thought she’d be with forever. They had spoken of a future together, marriage, kids, all of it. So what had changed?

She still didn’t know. Perhaps that’s why she could never completely get him off of her mind. It was the fact that she didn’t have that closure, the fact that she had no idea why he had broken up with her. Did it really matter? Not really. She shouldn’t have been wasting her time thinking about it. It was done, and no matter how much she questioned the reasoning behind it, it wouldn’t change a thing. Steve would still be gone, and she would still be single.

But she wasn’t alone, and that was the main thing. Her friends had really been the support she needed, and Bucky in particular had done everything to help her through it all. The girls had been wary of him at first, knowing that he was Steve’s friend, but they had accepted him quickly when they seemed to pick up on certain feelings that she herself had missed. Yes, they all knew. They could see it in the way he did anything and everything for her…the man was in love.

But she didn’t know that just yet, and they hoped that once all of the Steve business was behind her, she’d settle down with someone like Bucky, who’d treat her right.

For now, they were just friends. But time kept flying by and he was unknowingly pushing those boundaries and blurring any lines that may have been between them, more and more often…

Like right now.

“Hey, do you have a spare shirt I could borrow? I dropped spaghetti on mine.”

She looked up from her phone and froze. If he noticed her wide eyes rake up and down his bare torso, he made no mention of it. But she was certain that he was too busy scowling at the stained shirt to realise that she had, for the first time in their friendship, unashamedly checked him out. It was weird. Was it weird? He was a good looking guy, everyone knew that! Why would it be weird? It would only be weird if she made it weird.

It’s not weird. It’s not. Oh my god, stop staring at him!

“-Y/N? Y/N!”

She finally tore her eyes away and cleared her throat quietly, finding it oddly dry. He looked more concerned when she met his gaze than anything else.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?” Bucky frowned at her odd behaviour, resting a hand on her shoulder as he moved to sit beside her on the couch. She inhaled sharply at the proximity and shot up from the couch so fast that he visibly flinched.

“Yes!” She answered quickly, wincing at how unnecessarily loud her voice was. “I’m- I’m good. Great even.” She forced a strained laugh.

“Shirt, right? Yes. Okay, I have- I’ll go get it. A shirt…for you.” Good lord.

It wasn’t like she had no idea that Bucky was attractive before. But now…wait a minute, did she find him attractive now? He was her best friend! There was no way that was it, he had never been attractive to her. She had never been attracted to him in that way, it wasn’t something you thought of your best friend, and definitely not when that best friend was also best buddies with your ex.

She pushed the thoughts out of her mind with an irritated sigh as she riffled through her wardrobe.

Bucky didn’t know what to think of the strange display he’d just witnessed. She wasn’t down very often anymore, sometimes he could tell if it crossed her mind, but she wasn’t sad. She was just…well, weird. All he had done was ask for a shirt, but it seemed to bother her. Oh, what if she only had Steve’s old clothes left over and he had unintentionally reminded her of it all?

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

He cursed under his breath at the thought. Despite a few bumps in the road, she was on her way to getting over Steve. It was slow, and he knew she still missed the companionship, but she was happier in recent weeks. Her old relationship was no longer the priority in her mind, and Bucky hoped that it soon wouldn’t bring her any pain at all. He was aware that her friends wanted the same for her, but while they wanted him to take Steve’s place, Bucky knew that it was impossible.

She would never see him that way.

At first he’d felt guilty for considering confessing his feelings to her, but knowing that Steve was moving on with Sharon had alleviated some of that tension. In fact, Steve would always ask how she was holding up whenever he called. There was no curiosity or jealousy at the thought of her moving on, only concern for her wellbeing. Steve was a good guy, the best even, and he’d said it himself…if he could move on, then so could she. He’d only be happy so long as she was happy.

“Here you go.” She smiled as she held out a familiar shirt, and he shot her a small smirk in return.

“You have my shirt?” He cocked a dark brow, a warm feeling settling in his chest at the thought of her wearing it. It was an older one and obviously well-worn, but he hadn’t even realised that it had gone missing. Was this her only one? Did she sleep in it? Okay, that last one was wishful thinking, he seriously doubted that Steve would have ever been happy to see his girl sleeping in another man’s shirt, no matter how close they were.

“Of course, you’re my best friend, I had to steal one of them.” She grinned brightly, missing the way his own smile weakened at the label. She didn’t mention that it was her favourite item of clothing though. But she did suddenly question why it was her favourite. It wasn’t the most comfortable, it wasn’t even the most practical…but it was his.

She was almost uneasy at the thought, something that felt an awful lot like guilt settling in her stomach. Steve had never cared when she wore Bucky’s shirt before, it hadn’t meant anything and he knew it, but now…now she was questioning if it did mean something. It was easy to say ‘no’, to tell herself that she was being silly and that she had latched onto the closest male after her break-up. But she wasn’t entirely sure that was the case.

But there was only one way to make sure she wasn’t:

a) Using her best friend as a potential rebound

b) Losing her damn mind

and…

c) Genuinely attracted to Bucky

“So, what did you need?” Bucky asked from the couch as she raided her wardrobe in the next room over.

She didn’t answer, but stepped in front of the TV screen to steal his attention before he could repeat his question.

“I need your advice. Peach or red?” She asked, holding up a dress in each hand. Bucky assessed each with a quick scan. In his eyes she could wear a garbage bag and still look beautiful.

“Hm, the peach one. What’s this for?” His brows furrowed, that cute little crease in between them that she- oh boy.

That was what this was for. She needed to get her damn mind off of Bucky, and he needed to get his mind off of her. Especially considering how comfortable they had become recently. Ever since -what she called- the ‘Shirt Revelation’, a month ago, she’d told herself that she would be careful around Bucky. But that seemed to go out the window every time he came over. Which was always.

He would stay over often, and more than once they had awkwardly woken up snuggling on the couch. It had done nothing to calm her thoughts about him, and it worried her that maybe her clinginess was rubbing off on him. She was certain that there had never been romantic feelings on his end before, but now it was becoming a little obvious that that may have no longer been the case. 

Was she doing this to him? Was she making him think he had feelings for her because she had become so attached to him?  

She concluded that yes, she was. And as a result, she decided to do them both a favour and give herself the rebound she was certain she needed, while simultaneously giving him the space he needed to shake whatever she’d done to him out of his system.

She knew Bucky better than anyone, and he knew her just as well. She would never ruin what they had because of some stupid feelings that she shouldn’t have had. What would Steve think of this? She hadn’t even considered that. God, she was surprised Bucky even gave her the time of day. What kind of person jumped onto her ex’s best friend?

“Oh, um…I have a date tonight.”

Bucky froze completely, his chest seizing as her words sunk in.

“A…date?” She heard the strain in his voice, and realised that he wasn’t the only one who didn’t like the sound of it.

“Yeah.” She had whispered it so quietly that he could barely hear the sadness lacing the single word. It was for his own good, she reminded herself. But that little voice at the back of her head still couldn’t help but ask ‘why?’.

“Oh. With who?” Bucky tried his hardest to sound nonchalant, but he knew it wasn’t working as well as he would have hoped.

He had been under the impression that they were slowly moving forward in their relationship, and he had never been happier in his life than in those moment where he could see his feelings reflected in her own eyes. Steve knew, he’d apparently known for a long time, but Bucky couldn’t keep it from him any longer. It wouldn’t be fair and he deserved to know in case things did go any further. Much to Bucky’s surprise, his string of apologies was met with a chuckle, and approval he had not anticipated.

But the idea of her feeling even remotely the same way…it was too good to be true. And apparently it wasn’t true.

“Just some guy from work.”

Lucas was actually a sweetheart, and he had made his interest known when he joined her company recently. At first she’d told him she needed some time to think about it, and knowing about her recent break-up, he had been more than happy to give her the time she needed. It was only once her feelings for Steve seemed like yesterday’s problem, that she decided to take Lucas up on his offer of dinner. She loved Bucky, but only as a friend. She couldn’t let it get further than that.

“Is he…nice?”

“Yeah, I mean, he seems sweet.” She bobbed her head awkwardly.

“Good. That’s…that’s really good. I’m sure he’s a good guy.”

Yeah, but he’s not you…

Bucky swallowed dryly, forcing the words out somehow. He hated this whole situation, but he’d kept his silence for years where his feelings for her were involved, and now that he was certain she knew about them, it seemed like this was her response. She wasn’t interested.

“Yeah, I think so too.” Her words were just as forced.

“When will you be back?”

“I’m not sure.”

His heart stopped as dread settled in his stomach.

“You- you are coming back, right?”

“Yes, of course!” Her eyes widened when she realised why he was asking. 

Bucky nodded, only slightly relieved by her words. If he had it his way, she wouldn’t be going anywhere at all.

“Right…well, I’ll be here if you need me.”

Dinner with Lucas was perfect.

He was a complete gentleman. Honest, funny, charming and easy on the eyes…she really couldn’t have asked for much more in a potential partner.

So why was her mind on another man? She was distracted, even Lucas had noticed it, if the assessing look on his face was anything to go by. She couldn’t help it, how was she supposed to focus when the heartbroken look on Bucky’s face was burned into her mind as soon as she stepped out of her door?

“You don’t really want to be here, do you?” Despite his blunt words, Lucas smiled in amusement.

“What? No, of course I do! You’re a great guy-“ she argued, only to be cut off by a soft chuckle.

“But not the one on your mind right now.” Lucas shot her a knowing smile and her face dropped at the truth in his words.

“I-I…” She sighed. How could she respond to that? They both knew anything but an affirmative response was a lie, but Lucas didn’t deserve a flaky date.

“Listen, Y/N…I knew from the moment I met you that there was someone else, I just figured that you were trying to move past it. But maybe I was wrong about that…”

“Yeah. Look, I’m really sorry about this.” She rubbed at her temples anxiously, but he just gave her a forgiving smile.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I uh, I know what it’s like.” Lucas waved away her concerns. “But I mean…why are you here with me, if you want to be with someone else?”

“Honestly?” He nodded once, curious to hear her answer. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?” Lucas frowned.

“He’s kinda…my ex’s best friend.” She decided that it sounded so much worse out loud. She couldn’t imagine what Lucas thought of her now. Wasn’t it against bro-code to date a friend’s ex?

“Oh.” He winced at the thought.

“Yeah, oh.” She forced a chuckle.

“Is your ex the type to hold a grudge?”

She almost snorted. Steve was more likely to congratulate her than ever hold a grudge, but that didn’t stop her from feeling guilty. Because what if he actually did care? It wasn’t a good idea to think of the ‘what ifs’ but she still cared about Steve, despite the way it had all ended. She wasn’t in love with him anymore, but he’d always hold a place in her heart, and she didn’t want to hurt him by dating his best friend.

“Not really, no. He doesn’t even live in the city anymore.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Lucas shrugged as if it were the easiest choice in the world. It was for him. If he left his girl and she decided to move on with someone else, he had no say in the matter. Even if it was his friend. Who was he to stand in the way of two people who loved each other?  

She stared at him for a long moment, and he shot her an encouraging smile.

“Well, go on! Let me know how it goes on Monday.”

“You’re the best, Lucas…really, you’re amazing.” She stated earnestly.

He shrugged half-heartedly, and she was quick to press a kiss to his cheek before finally heading to where she was always supposed to be.

“Y/N?”

Bucky frowned in confusion when he heard the front door swing open. It had only been 40 minutes. There was no way she could have already been home.

“Hey…” She replied in a breathy tone, eyes locked on him as if she were seeing something she had never seen before.

“I thought you were on your date.” He looked confused, but there was a hint of relief on his face.

“Yeah, it didn’t really work out.” She smiled sheepishly, but his face hardened.

“Did he try something?”

“Wha- Oh! No! He was great. Fine. Perfect really, he didn’t do anything.” She reassured him.

Bucky knew it was a tinge of jealousy that he felt. Great, fine, perfect…he probably would have felt better if the guy had done at least something wrong, but he was quick to mentally scold himself for thinking such a thing. He’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her in any way.  

“Then- then why are you here. If he’s perfect.” He chewed his bottom lip, a strange feeling of anticipation filling him. This was it, there was no other explanation for it. Just seeing the look in her eyes was proof enough.

“You know why. Because…he’s not perfect for me.” She sighed, deciding to ignore his jealousy and just go for it. No more beating around the bush. “Bucky, I-“

“I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you.” He blurted out. He looked so calm that she thought he must have really not cared anymore. He didn’t care if she knew, he just had to get it out, and in that moment she realised that she didn’t care either.

“I can’t stop thinking about you and I’m scared because the last person I cared about this much left me and I still don’t know why.”

Bucky could feel his heart racing, and for a moment he thought he’d been daydreaming again. But no, she was there and this was happening. He knew it was real the moment she took his hands into her own and their gazes met.

“Buck, I loved Steve. He was a great partner at the time, but that’s all he was. You are my best friend, and if I lose you, I don’t just lose another man I love. I lose everything.”

He removed his hands from her own, cupping her face and gently tilting her head up to look at him. There was so much warmth and love in the smile he sent her that she didn’t deny his words for a second.

“I promise you, doll…you will never lose me.”  

She was crying again.

He tried his hardest to make her happy, holding her close and pressing a loving kiss to her head, telling her that everything would be okay…

Nothing seemed to work and he just didn’t know why. Maybe he wasn’t the best person to be in this position, maybe he had underestimated just how hard it would be.

But god was it worth it.

Parenthood was not for everyone, but having his 4 month old daughter in his arms even if she was wailing at 3 in the morning, was a blessing. Y/N was preparing a bottle, leaving Bucky to try and calm their daughter, something he had never been too good at. When she was happy, their little girl would squeal joyfully at the very sight of him, especially when he finally got home after a mission. There was no doubt that she was her father’s daughter. But when she was upset, it was only her mother who could calm her.

Which was exactly why Bucky sighed in relief as soon as his fiancé walked through the door. As if sensing her mother’s presence, his daughter’s cries died down to small whimpers and she held her small arms out as soon as she noticed Y/N’s smiling face.

Bucky smiled softly as he handed their daughter over, knowing he never really could look away from Y/N when she entered a room, especially when she held their little girl so tenderly. He was so in love with her, so in love with their little family, that he still couldn’t believe it had all worked out like this.

Nothing in the world was more important to him than his girls.

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How I managed to bang my GF's family and friends (Part 6)

Within a matter of second, the two of us have switched positions. Eyvon is now right on top of me, her eyes still looking into mine, passionately. Her fingers are now locked with mine, positioned at the sides of her body. Raising her body using her hips alone, Eyvon started moving rhythmically. The lustful look on her face is now gone, replaced by that of satisfaction. Now, she is doing her best to ensure that I’ll have the time of my life.

 Every single thrust of her hip was powerful and filled with vigour, determined to squeeze my meat rod dry. It was as if she was having sex out of love and not lust…

 Looking at Eyvon doing her best made me felt something tingle within my heart. What I had for her was probably nothing more than lust and perhaps some form of care and concern for a family member. But now, I can’t help but feel something more. I don’t want this to be a onetime thing. This is more than a simple one-night stand which we will all forget about tomorrow.

 Looking at Eyvon’s beautiful face, feeling her warmth through her hands, and sensing her smooth skin touching mine with each move of the hip-

 -there is just no way I’ll want this to end.

 With all of these feeling welling up inside of me, every single one of Eyvon’s strokes are now feeling better than before. My throbbing penis was ready to blow. I could only imagine how disastrous it would be if I was not wearing a condom.

 “I… I am cumming…” I said, forcing the words out of my mouth amid the pleasure.

 “Cum inside me, fill me up with…” before Eyvon finished her sentence, I could feel my penis releasing everything within.

 Realizing that I have reached my limit, Eyvon stopped moving her hips, burying my meat rod deep inside her hole.

 “Ahh… I can feel it coming inside…” Eyvon mumbled beneath her breath, her face now right next to mine.

 Without a second word, I held Eyvon in my arms, pressing her body against mine. She was surprised by my action and had no idea how to react initially. However, after a few seconds, Eyvon reciprocated by wrapping her arms around my back…

 The following week went by, just like any other. We whine about our work, watched movies together, and even started planning for a board games session with our friends.

 Things were so oddly peaceful between Eyvon and I that it was as if what happened last week didn’t happen at all. After what happened that night, I returned to Evelynn’s room and fell asleep almost immediately.

 Eyvon and I never spoke of that night for the entirety of the following week. Oddly enough, I did not lust for her either. We were happy together and I was intending to keep it that way- until the Friday the week after.

 It happened in a flash. I had just reached Evelynn’s place in the evening, and I was greeted with a really messy living room. Naturally, I was curious as this was out of the norm.

 I looked around the house, until I found Evelynn and Eyvon squatting in the storeroom of their place.

 “Uhm, what’s going on?” I asked, still trying to figure out the situation.

 Evelynn looked at me with a proud grin, and promptly announced the following:

 “We are going on a trippppp!”

 She dragged the last word of the sentence on, allowing Eyvon to join in on the screeching.

 “Wait, what?” I questioned, her previous answer raising even more questions.

 “Aunt Florence couldn’t make it for her Genting trip, so she gave us the hotel room for the weekend!” Eyvon added on, after sensing the confusion in my tone.

 “Ahh, THAT Aunt Florence…” I thought to myself, raising the corner of my mouth just a little.

 Florence is a family friend of my GF’s family- and she is a really difficult lady to deal with. She is that aunty in the family that gossips and whines about every damn thing, and can always somehow piss someone off.

 Just for the record, Florence and I don’t really get along, but more on that in the future.

 However, since she never had any children, she treats my GF and her siblings like her own children, spoiling them with toys and snacks since young. I wouldn’t mind having an aunt like her, to be honest.

 “Nice, so when are we leaving?” I asked, getting a little excited about the trip.

 Eyvon raised an eyebrow, and gave Evelynn a weird look.

 “Didn’t you…” Eyvon asked, deliberately holding herself back.

 “Oh right…” Evelynn answered, smiling awkwardly. “This is uhh… a sisters only bonding trip”

 My heart sank all the way to the bottom. They weren’t going to invite me along? Oh, come on!

 “Aww…” I complained, obviously disappointed.

 Sensing the disappointment in my tone, Evelynn reassured me that we will definitely be going on another trip soon to make up for this.

 “Oh and, you can help mom and dad paint the study room too!” Eyvon said, as if experiencing a Eureka moment. “This way, you can score points with them too! Maybe they won’t ask for that much dowry money then!”

 A weekend with my future father and mother in-laws, painting the house? Sounds like fun already. However, back then I did not know that this would lead to something really interesting…

 After toiling for 3 hours on a scorching Saturday morning, I somehow managed to finish painting the study room at my GF’s place. Still, this was just the first layer, so I’ll still be spending another 3 hours in the afternoon applying the second layer.

 I sat on the newspaper covered floor of the study room, and took a sip of water. I sure hope that my efforts pay off in the future like what Eyvon had said before going on a trip with Evelynn. While they are enjoying themselves, here I am, painting the house on their behalf.

 But if you were to ask me, it’s not all bad.

 “Oh dear, you’re already done with the first layer?” My GF’s mom exclaimed, fairly surprised at my speed.

 “Yes aunty, good thing the study room isn’t too big!” I replied, my eyes glued to her body.

 Since I was wearing sunglasses to protect my eyes from the paint and obnoxious morning sun, there was no way she could tell where I was looking. Before she went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, she was helping me with one of the walls. Naturally, to avoid damaging her clothes, she was also wearing an old shirt from god knows how long ago.

 She ended up wearing Evelynn’s old dry-fit tank top shirt, and it was obviously a little too tight for her. Just to jolt your memory, Evelynn is a modest A cup, and her mom is an impressive D cup. The edges of her blue bra were popping out due to the tightness around the chest region, and her cleavage was accentuated by it as a result.

 Imagine someone with D cup wearing a push up bra- that’s what it looks like. To make things worse(better), the top part of her boobs was also clearly visible. You could almost hear her boobs screaming for help while trying to escape the confines of the shirt. Really makes me wonder how some ladies can withstand wearing tight clothes- but hey, I’m definitely not complaining.

 “If I tell uncle to paint the study room, he confirm complain non-stop! I’m so glad you’re here!” She complains while passing me a can of coke. “Here, drink up! The weather is horrible nowadays! Drink more water!”

 It’s moments like these where I’ll be reminded that she’s my GF’s kind and caring mother.

 As she exercises often and makes it a point to maintain her looks, she looks a lot younger than she really is. Hmm, if we ever plan for a trip to the beach, I would love to see her in a bikini… makes me wonder how her curves are like. I am willing to bet 100 bucks that some guy would come and try to pick her up.

 As she turned and made her way back to the kitchen, I admired her lower body. If her D cups weren’t impressive enough, her plump looking mounds from the back are sure to make heads turn. Between the conversations held by the ladies of the family, I could tell that she has been complaining about how it’s difficult to lose a couple of inches around her ass.

 Well, I hope that she’ll keep it this way. To me, her ass is perfect. How I wish I could bury my face in them one day…

 My GF’s dad came home soon after, and was really impressed with the work I’ve done. I was fairly sure this was largely due to him not having to paint the walls.

 “Weather really hot nowadays,” he commented while wiping his neck with a towel. “Come have some ice cream!”

 My eyes light up at the mere mention of an icy treat. What’s more, from the plastic bag, it’s probably Ben and Jerry’s. Uncle then went into the kitchen to take spoons for the ice cream.

 “Come out from the toilet soon! The ice cream is going to melt!” Uncle shouted, making sure that his wife could hear him.

 Shortly after, my GF’s mom came out from the bathroom, wearing a plain yellow T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

 Well, nothing much to see here.

 Uninterested, I went into the bathroom to take a leak. Due to the hot weather, I’ve been drinking a lot of water. But perhaps a little too much soft drinks, as my stomach started hurting halfway through pissing. Suddenly, I heard someone trying to open the door.

 “Oh no, will you take long?” I heard Aunty’s voice coming from the other side.

 “I might take a while! Is everything ok?” I replied promptly.

 “No worries, take your time!” She replied in an understanding tone. “I’ll just take my laundry later!”

 That very moment, my eyes lit up like the sun. Did she just say something about laundry?

 My eyes surveyed the toilet, flying all over the place. Then, I noticed a pile of clothes in a laundry basket. Without even thinking, I looked through the basket like a miner looking for gold nuggets.

 Without much effort, I found the overworked blue bra she was wearing. Immediately, I flipped it over to check the size.

 Yeap, she’s without a doubt a solid D cup. Barely a few minutes ago, her ample bosom was just in direct contact with this piece of fabric… it may sound dumb, but I believe I have a good reason to be jealous of this bra.

 Staring at the fabric, I could feel my penis tingling…

 I tried my best to hold back my “evil” thoughts. Why the hell am I getting aroused while touching the bra of my future mother-in-law? I mean- sure, her breasts are gorgeous, but she is still the mother of my GF!

 While the angel and the devil bickered above my head, my body moved on its own, bringing her bra close to my face. I took a whiff, like the repressed pervert I am.

 Smells… like roses.

 If not for it being in the laundry basket, I could swear this is a clean piece of bra. Coming to my senses almost immediately, I dropped the bra back into the laundry basket, lamenting my lust-filled mind.

 Still, my body is definitely being honest here. My mother-in-law is without a doubt one of the most beautiful woman I know despite her age. The fact that Eyvon and Evelynn aren’t around ain’t helping either. I need to release my load one way or another.

 Feeling my stomach rumbling again, I decided that it was more important for me to relieve myself first.

(Original thread: http://tiny.cc/td3x6y) (To be continued…)

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You look good wearing my Future (Jae x fem. Reader)

Anon:  Hi baby (you know who I am ❤️) I want to request something! Could I request a Day6 Jae scenario/reaction to his gf getting offers at elite schools but not taking them due to the expenses? I love youuuuu

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When Jae woke up this morning, he was in bed alone. He looked around confused. While he was always up last, she usually stayed in the room with him, playing around on her phone. But now the bed was empty, his girlfriend nowhere to be found.

He got up, putting on his trousers and his shirt from yesterday, before leaving her bedroom.

He found her in the kitchen, sitting by the table, her mum making breakfast by the stove.

Instead of food though, she was surrounded by letters. On her face was an expression he couldn't really read. Jae didn't know whether it was a happy or a sad feeling she was feeling, whether these letters held a good or a bad message, but she had left the bed – left him – in such a hurry, these letters had to be important. Jae greeted her mum, who gave him a sleepy "good morning, deary" back, then moved behind his girlfriend to wrap his arms around her neck. For a moment he closed his eyes, just cuddling up against her, as much as that was possible, and inhaling her scent. Though it had been on the sheets, and he was in her house, he had missed her smell, had missed her with him. He was far too whipped for this girl, though he could never admit that to anyone.

She seemed tense in his arms, not because of his touch, but because of the letters, he assumed.

He opened his eyes and quickly skimmed through the letters, one by one.

The first one came from the University of Cambridge. He knew that she had applied there, not hoping, not even taking  into consideration that they'd take her. It had been more of a flimsy joke in times of being utterly stressed out.. yet the content of the letter left him shocked. They had accepted her, offering her a place at the university.

“Y/N..” Jae gasped, but his attention was already given to the next letter. It came from another university, an elite uni. He did not recognise the name, not knowing when or if she had even applied for it, but the content was the same as in the previous letter. The same went for the following few letters, with different universities she had applied for, some of them rejecting her as well.

“Babe, that's amazing! I'm so proud of you! Look at you go, that's my nerd!” Jae joked. He actually did feel genuinely proud and happy for his girlfriend – she had come so far, was so smart.. and now her future would come for her! But unfortunately, she did not think so, as she shook her head.

She gulped, before speaking up for the first time this morning.

“I don't.. we don't have nearly as much money as this would.. I mean I can't just..” She buried her face in her hands, her elbows on the table, holding herself up in her miserable state. She seemed frustrated, desperately devastated, and Jae felt bad for her.

“You know... if it's about the money..” he started, trailing off.

“No. It.. this is my.. I want this, this doesn't have anything to do with you.”

“Y/N, look,” upon hearing his words, she did look up at him with her small, tired eyes “It is your future, it's something you want. This is a really good university – most of them are. If you really want to go there.. I would not mind paying for it.. I want you to be happy. I'm your boyfriend after all.”

“I know you mean well.. Jae, I really can't ask you to pay for me. You are my boyfriend, I can't just use you because you have money. I want to do this myself. I have to.. please, understand.” Without letting Jae say another word, she pushed back the chair she had sat on. It slid across the floor, making horrible sounds. She walked upstairs, back into the bedroom. Jae watched her leave, watched as she walked up the stairs, her head hanging down.

“Don't beat yourself up over it,” her mother started, and Jae turned to look at her just as she walked towards him, a plate with food in her hands. “Eat up. It's of no use to discuss without having something in your stomach, dear.” The two said down, and Jae aimlessly pushed the scrambled eggs around on his plate.

Y/M/N spoke once more “She's been like that ever since her first mini-job. She always wanted to be independent, take care of herself. My Y/N, she doesn't want to owe anyone anything. She wants to.. take everything into her own hands.. it's just that.. sometimes she takes too much.. and then she falls.” Jae finally ate some of the eggs. “I was so happy when you came into her life. She changed so much. She was different, you know? As if she was more at ease, knowing that she did not have to carry the whole world on her shoulders. You helped her out. You're such a good boy, Jae. I'm happy Y/N has someone like you. But you have to understand that this is what Y/N is like.” She looked at the stairs, as if Y/N still stood there, “Give her some time to think about it. Then find a compromise. I will try and talk to her as well..” She stood up, finishing off her lecture. “But what do I know? I'm only her mother.”

It was barely an hour later. Jae was sitting on the couch with Y/N's dad, watching something on the telly. She entered the room. Jae looked up immediately, hearing her footsteps come closer and closer. He could see her eyes, they were a bit red, slightly puffy, and he knew that she must have been crying. He felt so bad for her in that moment, having money, having a job – he wished he could take this problem away from her, or project it onto himself. He didn't want her to worry about it, didn't want her to worry about anything.

“Jae? Can you come with me for a sec?”

The two went back into her room. The letters laid on the desk. Jae wondered how long she had pondered, though about what to do, and if she had come to any conclusion.

“I don't know what to do, Jae. They are all so expensive, and some of them are so far away, and I just, I don't know anymore.” She sounded desperate, her voice more choked up, as if she was about to cry once more.  Jae wrapped his arms around her, his arm softly caressing her back.

“Let's sit down first.. maybe we can find a solution, hm? Don't give up already.” He sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. When she sat down beside him, he pulled her closer, into his arms. She was leaning against him now, one arm of his behind  her back, his hand lying still on her hip. He kissed her temple.

“I know you won't let me pay for it all.. But I do have an idea on..” he cleared his throat, “I mean we could find a compromise, you know?” She looked at him, a mixture of hope and desperation in her sad, tired eyes. Suddenly he got a feeling of responsibility. She trusted him so much, he had brought her hope, he was her only hope, the only chance she would get. He couldn't fail her now.

“How about you work for me.. and in return I will pay how much ever this uni costs?”

She raised her eyebrows at that. “work for you? What does that mean?”

“Means, you come over, you wash my clothes, you clean our beautiful dorm, and maybe burn some of Wonpil's clothes for me”

“Jae,” his words made her smile a little bit, but she didn't seem convinced just yet, “I appreciate that you want to pay for me, I really do.. But.. I.. I can't.” Jae bit his lip, thinking hard.

For a moment, they sat in silence. The student loans that didn't even exist yet already swam above their heads, like a dark gloomy cloud, ready to rain down on them. He felt this as much as she did. It made him sad, of course it did. Her future was connected to his future. She was carrying his future, but she wouldn't let him carry hers.

“I won't pay all of it..” Jae still didn't take his eyes off her “You can get another mini-job.. Pay as much as you can.”

“It won't be enough.” She sighed, not wanting to give up her point. They were both so stubborn.

“You pay as much as you can, “Jae repeated his words, “and I will take care of the rest.. with you being my little maid.”

“Jae, I don't know.” She sounded unsure, yet also not as hopeless as she did at the beginning. “Some of them are far away too. How would I manage to work for uni, do a mini job, and work for you at the same time?”

“You do your.. studying stuff.. work on the weekends.. and you can come visit me during your holidays. I will visit you anyway.. maybe you could help me out right then and there. And I could help you.”

He saw her tongue poke her cheek inside her mouth, and knew that he had gotten her. It was a habit she had picked up whenever she was thinking hard. It didn't take long anymore. They discussed back and forth for a while and in the end, Jae won. While she only agreed reluctantly, she did say yes in the end.

Now there was only the question left, which university she should attend. But with the help of her stubborn boyfriend, and her caring mother, she could get through this, and make the right decision.

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RWBY GF Scenarios

How you met    

Ruby    

“Watch out!” She flew and hit you square in your belly. A painful grunt escaping your mouth as you fell on the ground, your books scattered all over the place while a certain young girl with eye-catching red clothes laid on top of your stomach. You gladly thanked god she wasn’t heavy.

“I’m so sorry. I was running away, and didn’t see you. Weiss is really mad at me, and i don’t want her to hit me with the paper so i used my    semblance. She’s really scary!” The girl rambled on, looking at the Academy and then back at you after getting up. You waved your hand since you couldn't talk due to the air that just seemed to have disappeared from your lungs. She stopped talking and clumsily helped you up.

“You’re not hurt are you?” She asked, concerned as she looked at you from side to side.  

“No… I’m okay.” You finally responded. She seemed surprised at your voice. It was quite deep and grow up for a person that looked 12. You probably were almost the size of Ruby, only a few centimetres taller.

“I like your voice.” She complimented out of nowhere. You raised an eyebrow and smiled awkwardly.

“Thank you…?” You said, mostly asking. Since you didn’t expect that, she then looked around and saw about 7 books laying on the ground, two of them being wet from falling on the puddle. You were just glad YOU didn’t fall on it. She happily started picking the books as you helped her. I mean, she helped you. A warm smile fleeing from your lips. Not before a angry voice said the girl's name and she flew again to somewhere else with one of your books in hand.

You were pretty sure you were going to see her again.

Weiss    

A good morning. Nothing could stop you from being happy today. Except… some random man talking to your father and telling you had to be friends with that man’s daughter so they could increase their profit. Yes, except that. But it happened.  

“Daaad! I don’t want too! She’s a huge bitch!” You complained to your father, he looked at you as if he didn’t even care and gave a sarcastic laugh.

“Ahahahah! It’s so funny how you think you have a choice!” He laughed, you glared at him. He only walked towards you and rested a big hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry. You have so much in common. I bet you’ll be friends in no time.”  

“No! No! And no! The first thing she told me was ‘that girl is so annoying, she doesn’t even look that rich.’ No way in hell i’m going to get close to that princess!” You replied, imitating her voice like those sassy popular girl you see in movies and making air quotes. Your dad laughed again.

“You only talked to her on the phone. You haven’t met her yet.”  

“Yeah, and i don’t want to.”  

“Well, too late for that choice.” You dad murmured as he went away and angry footsteps were heard from the hallway of your mansion. Soon a white haired girl with a fancy outfit came to view as she walked angrily towards you.

“I’m bitch? Look who’s talking, spoiled little rat!” She argued. Yup. She was listening to the conversation.

“Says the girl who gets new jewelry every day so she won’t yell at ‘Daddy’” You barked back, as angry as she was. Your dad and hers only ignored you too while talking to each other, laughing from time to time.

“Ah! At least i get jewelry! I bet you don’t even get decent clothes, it looks like you got that from a garbage pile.” She insulted, pointing at your clothes. You glared at her in hatred as she did the same. Well, i guess you both did have something in common. You both absolutely hated each other’s guts.

Blake    

It was her again. Everyday she would go to the library and pick the same book. She had finished that book a thousand times, you had seen it. Yet, she kept reading it over and over and over. It made you curious. What was so important about that book? You were just itching to know. So, you had came up with a plan. You were to ask her that exact question. It wasn’t necessarily a plan, but for you, it was complex. You planned every action and every outcome of what would she say or happen. And you planned everything you were to do if that happened. It was a flawless plan. 4 weeks and a half working hard, day and night to ask her why did she kept reading that book. Today was the day.  

The plan had started.

“Hello. Nice to meet you, my name is (Y/n).” You greeted, extending your hand for her to shake. She kept looking at her book. You predicted that.

“So, the library is a good place to read books…” You continued. No! It was, “a good place to relax”! Read book? Libraries were especially made for that!

“U-Uh, what book are you reading, there?” You gave another shot. She stopped reading the book and looked at you. After analysing you for about 2 minutes she tilted her head to look behind you. Which had your favourite book and a folded paper inside of it, the paper was your flawless plan that seemed to be failing since the start.

“Who are you?” She simply asked. You paled, you had told her name. If you repeated, there would be a chance she would say that she heard it and was asking ‘Do i know you?’. If you didn’t, it was almost 100 percent she would ignore you forever.

“I-I’m (Y/n).” You replied, obviously shaking. She noticed it and to make you feel better, she smiled.

“Nice to meet you (Y/n). My name is Blake.” You could swear you saw her black bow twitch a little.

“Nice to meet you Blake.” You successfully responded.

“Do you have something to ask me?”

“Yes actually. I wanted to know why do you keep reading that book?”  

“I like it.” She plainly answered. You hesitated, nervous. You were afraid you started to smell bad due to sweat covering your armpits, forehead and hands.

“What’s that behind your back?” She asked, pointing to the book you had hid between your hands. You brought it to her eyes as she scanned the title.

“Ninjas of Love?” She asked, tilting her head so she could read the title. Oh god, she would clearly find you weird. Why did you bring that book with you?!

“Can i read it?” She asked, you were almost fainting so you simply gave her the book and ran away. She only became clueless and opened the book.

You cursed yourself for leaving the paper there. She only smiled.

Yang    

“The next fight is Yang Xiao Long vs (Full name).” Glynda announced, as you stepped up and the blonde did too. You look at her, admiring her. Both her looks and personality. She was one of a kind. You both went to the front of the class, your weapons in hand (Especially Yang’s) as the health bar could be seen on the screens. Glynda went to the corner to examine the battle better without intervening and you went into a battle stance, your weapon ready to hit the blonde beauty. Though you felt pity.

“Ready to lose?” She asked you confidently.

“Never. But you should.” You snickered back at her, she alone gave you a smirk back. You were both ready and Goodwitch gave you the start you needed to start the fight.

It was quick. The battle was very quick. And confusing from the viewer’s point of view. You both had struck with a powerful attack at the same time. You both had flew either way. You both had lost the battle at the same time. So… A tie?

“A tie! That was very quick Miss Long, Miss (Last name). You’re both equally strong, good work.” She praised you. You both were the most shocked. Never did Yang find someone at her level, and neither did you. It was awesome the feeling of having their asses kicked. It felt like you still had a lot to learn, you could still become stronger.  

“Wow.” She murmured. You got up and helped her up. One hand as you both stared at each other, admiring and happy for the battle.

“Please, return to your seats.” Glynda suggested. You walked to your seat that was a lot closer to the battle stage as Yang passed by you to her teammates.  

Not before you gave her a wink and she gave you a chuckle. You were sure your were going to be friends with her.

Nora    

Ren had talked about her a lot. He always said. ‘You have to meet her one day.’ or ‘You’re basically made for each other.’ And it made you uncomfortable. Since from what it’s been told around the Academy, Nora might have a crush on your best friend. And you knew he wasn’t stupid, so he had realized about Nora. Maybe he didn’t care, or was so afraid that he just didn’t accept it. You had yet to ask him. So, you brought the subject up while you two were having lunch. Luckily she wasn’t there. You and Nora never met. When you were with Ren, she wasn’t there. When she was with him, you weren’t there.

“So..” You cut him off completely.

“Ren. You know Nora likes you right?”  

“...” He simply stared at the ground after the question. The mood went to calm and relaxing, to sad and filled with tension. It made you shift in your seat.

“Yeah. I know.” He replied, the meatball bread he was eating now waiting on top of the table.  

“Then, why do you keep pushing me to her?” You asked again. The pancakes you were devouring were aside for the first time in your life.

“I… don’t want to hurt her. I don’t see her the same way she does.” He explained.

“But if you don’t tell her, she might get even more hurt at the end.”

“You mean, when she confesses?”  

“Yes. You need to tell her.”

He nodded in defeat. You knew that he still wouldn’t do it, but he would at least think about it. He cared too much for Nora to watch her get heart-broken. Though, you think that Nora wouldn’t be devastated, since it was simply a crush. You think.

“I should go. I have to get back to my team. We are going to have team games today.” He bid goodbye as you waved at him and looked at the sandwich he left.  

A certain ginger haired girl had seen it, headed your way and smiled at you.

“Thank you for talking to him.” She said. You didn’t reply, shocked that she had spied on your conversation.

“I’m Nora, what’s your name?”  

“(Y/N).”

Pyrrha    

“Wow, i can’t believe you won!” The blonde boy excitedly praised the winner of the Vytal Festival Tournament. That was also his teammate.

“WE won.” She corrected him. You watched from afar as her team celebrated, as well as her school. You only watched. You were from the school, but you still didn’t felt close to her. Why? Because you might have a tiny little crush on her. Pyrrha Nikos. The strongest, most beautiful person you ever saw. Yet, she never noticed you. You didn’t mind though. It was probably better this way. You were extremely awkward and it was very rare for you to say a word.  

It would be painful for both of you.  

But, not everyone agreed. Unknow to you, Pyrrha had seen you. She had seen you since she first started at this school. It was impossible for her to not noticed a certain (Hair colour) haired girl with stunning (Eye colour) eyes. But she was also afraid. She thought you were such innocent creature, whenever she came across you, you would run away, hide, sometimes even not attend to class because of her. So she was afraid she’ll scare you again, keeping her curiosity to herself was the best thing to do.

But now that her school won because of her hard work she felt like she could do anything. And i mean, anything. After finally having some thinking time, she looked at you. You were peeking from the corner and hid again after you noticed she saw you. You were ready to run, but a warm hand kept you from fulfilling it.

“Please don’t run. I’m not going to hurt you.” She said. Her voice filling you with butterflies in your stomach, making your heart flutter due to her hand touching your wrist.

“I wanted to say thank you for… cheering me on.” She continued. You were looking at her. Your cheeks flushed but you kept looking. You were afraid it started to get creepy.

“Could you tell me your name, please?” She inquired. You quickly grabbed her gloved hand and turned it around so you could be facing her palm. You were shy and weird, a combination that Pyrrha had yet to get used to. Taking a blue marker of your pocket (A pocket somewhere, if you don’t have any, then your hair or something), you started dribbling on her hand, making poor Pyrrha very confused. After you finished you ran again. Away and away you went. Pyrrha couldn’t see you anymore, and curiously looked at her own right hand.

“(Y/n). Nice to meet you.” She read. Then glanced back at the hallway you had run off to. A sincere smile on her lips.

“Nice to meet you too (Y/n).”  

Coco    

“Ready? Go!” Shots were fired, rapid and loud. One bottle down, another one flew, and the last shattered in pieces. Cheers erupted around you. Resting your rifle on your shoulder, you raised from your position and took the cheers and applauds genuinely. You were very know in your school, people often told you that it was because of the talent you wielded. That talent being, you were one with guns. Any kind of it, you were an expert at it. One of your personal favourites, the Sniper rifle. To be exact, a KNT-308. An amazing rifle that you loved to use. But even if you were famous and a pro with gun wielding skills, you were never close to a girl that weared very cool sunglasses and always carried around a handbag which was actually a minigun. Coco Adel. You admired her. And you were probably a fangirl. Not the first and the best fangirl, but you strived to be an awesome huntress so she could noticed you.  

People started to run to another place close by, screaming and pushing each other as if they wanted to reach there first.  

“COCO! I LOVE YOU!”

“Oh my god… I can’t believe she’s here!”

“Look at her, she looks so cool!”  

Coco? The Coco? She’s actually a few meters from you? No way, no freaking way. You couldn’t believe it. It was like God heard your prayers. You finally had a chance to ask her for an advice. To ask her to give you a handshake. Or a hug. Something! You just ran immediately, pushing everyone your way. It wasn’t easy. There were a lot of people. The rifle on your back shifted and hit some people, making them groan as you apologized. Finally seeing the familiar cap and some bunny ears. Probably from her teammate, Velvet. You started calling her name desperately as you raised your arms so she could see you. You came off too strong. Hitting the poor girl as you both flew to the ground and her teammates looked surprised at the suddenness of your appearance. You could hear her handbag falling to the ground as you entered in panic and got up immediately. Coco doing the same as she dusted herself off.  

“Wow. That was unexpected.” She murmured. An amused smile on her face. Velvet asked if she was fine as the other two boys tried to prevent that from happening again and tried to protect her from other fans. You only looked at her. You couldn’t believe you were right in front of her. And though you felt bad for throwing her to the ground, you at least touched her.  

“Oh. Aren’t you that girl in our school? What was it… (Y/n)? “ She remembered, she actually knew your name!

“Y-Yes. That it is my name Mam! Correct!” You saluted. You were seriously gonna hit you head a couple of times against the wall after this. She laughed.

“Mam? No need for that (Y/n). We’re classmates.” She softly said, resting her hand on your shoulder. You were sure you were about to pass out. And you kept repeating to yourself that if it’s a dream you never want to wake up.

Velvet    

“She has ears. You should yank them off.” The man teased.

“Yeah. I bet you would look a lot better without those things popping out of your head.” The other agreed.

“Though, she still would be fucking ugly.” Another joined in. As the three laughed, you jabbed a wall close by. The knuckles on your hand turning bruised. You were just warming up. You were going to kill those mother fuckers. Making fun of a faunus, especially an innocent one.

“Stop! That hurts!” She pleaded, as the first guy pulled one of her ears. They continued laughing and mocking her, sometimes hurting her as the girl was close to tears. You wondered why she was in this part of the city, but this wasn’t time for that. You came closer to the group as you cracked your hands and glared at the one with his hand on the girl’s bunny ear.

“Let go of her.” You angrily ordered. One of the guys laughed as he came closer to you. The one holding the ear pulled it more painfully, making the girl wince in pain.

“What? This?” He inquired as the girl tried pushing him off. The one coming closer to you, traced his fingers towards your waist as you pierced his skull with glares and stopped his hand with your own. He smirked at you.

“Come one babe. You did want to join us, didn’t you?” He asked, a flirting tone present in his voice. A knife went to your neck as he held it very closely, clearly not afraid to slit your throat. Who cares? You were training to be a huntress. And you certainly had one of your hands resting on a knife on your pocket. So, fear wasn’t shown on your features, but anger and courage. The second man that was looking at you attentively noticed it.

“Watch out! She’s a-” It was too late for the warning. The one assaulting you had fell on the ground as both of his friends ran away, clearly scared as they saw one of them dead before their eyes. You were about to throw your knife to one of them but the bunny girl stopped you.

“No! Don’t kill them!” She shouted, as she rested on the ground. You could see from anywhere that her ears were slightly red and hurt as well as small drops of tears hesitantly coming out of her brown eyes. She was from your school. A second year like yourself. Velvet. You worriedly went to her aid and grabbed her hands.

“Are you okay?” You asked. Velvet smiled at you, a little surprised at the sudden contact.

“Yeah. Thank you so much. Could i ask your name?” She asks you, sweetly. Your heart thumped like a drum as you stared at her gorgeous smile and noticed her soft voice.

“It’s (Y/n).”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Vel-”

“Velvet Scarlatina. I know.” You cut her off. You then rubbed softly her ears to see if they were swollen. She winced when you made contact.

“I’ll take you to a hospital.” You suggested, lifting her up in bridal style. She gasped a little as her face turned red.

“I-I don’t think there’s need for that. We can just go to Beacon Academy, my friends are there.” She softly replied, her head hiding against your shoulder, as she held you shyly. You nodded and started heading out of the creepy street you were in. That it was also your house.

“Thank you again.” She murmured. You hummed in acknowledgement as she smiled, happy you came along.

Penny    

Your first task. Your very first assignment by Ironwood. It took a long time, but with hardwork and dedication you managed to do it. After being trained and trained, and fixing broken robots as well as advising Ironwood with new designs you finally had a better job. You were going to take care of the first android capable of generating a aura. Penny Polendina. You needed to go to her room and take care of her while Ironwood was busy. Basically you only needed to keep her inside and satisfy her to her every wish.

You had arrived to her door and before you even knocked she already had opened the door and pulled you inside. The door closing on itself.

“Ohhhh! I’m so excited! I finally have a roommate! And a girl roommate! If it was a boy it would be weird, but, it’s a girl!” She excitedly said. Wait roommate?  

“Uh… Do you know who i am?” You asked. She stopped her blabbering and took a good look at you. You also didn’t waste the chance to have a peek at her to see how was this Penny that your boss always talked about and praised with every possibility he had. She really did seem like a living human. A innocent girl with very few knowledge of the outside world.

“Yes! You’re my new roommate, (Y/n). Mr Ironwood said that you’ll be living with me from now on.” She responded. You took a moment to process. Ironwood… lied to you?  

…

“THAT BASTARD! HE THINKS I CAN’T TAKE THIS GIRL ON AND LIED TO ME SO I WOULD BUY IT! WELL THEN, IRONASS! I’LL PROVE IT TO YOU WHO’S THE BEST SOLDIER HERE!” You shouted across the room. Penny seemed extremely confused but didn’t think much of it since she didn’t even understand half your words. You grabbed her hand and kneeled in front of her, your head hung low as she looked at you dumbfounded.  

“My princess, your wish is my command. Your desires will be my life goal to complete with the burning heart i have to protect you and make you happy. You will never wish for a better guardian than me. My life will be rested upon your hands for you to smash it at any moment or toss it into the flaming fires deep in hell. For if that happens it will be with good reason of my failure. I will protect you with my life Milady.” You stated, with as much respect as you had left.

“Milady?” She asked, her head tilting in a cute way. You mentally thanked your boss for helping to create this beauty.  

“Like the ones in the movies?” She asked again. Then gasped, you only looked at her from below. Since you were still kneeled with her hand resting on yours. You could swear you saw stars in her eyes.

“Am i rich?!” She inquired at you. You got up and before you could answer she already answered herself and started to laugh snobbily.

“Ohohohohoh! Bow to me peasants for i have money! I will rule this planet and make every single person… SMILE!” She said, the last word dramatically. You posed like an evil anime character and laughed.

“Muahahah! To do that you’ll have to pass through me!” You declared. You both began doing fake shooting and slashing while you imitated the sounds with your mouths. The imaginary dramatic music playing in the background. You two laughed and continued playing until your mouths were dry. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having an android as your roommate.

Cinder    

You didn’t like her. You never met her, but you didn’t like her. Since she transferred here you had a bad feeling about her. On the contrary, she was very curious about you. You were a teacher in Beacon Academy, a professional huntress that teaches kids to slay monsters. Your talent was to scare people with a simple glare. But you resigned from being a teacher due to your hot tempered personality. You were now simply Ozpin’s helper. But he liked to say you were on the same rank as him. Though you knew it wasn’t true.  

Ozpin had asked you to make sure every student were in their rooms and safe. And so you were. Walking between the hallways of the dorms and entering every room to check on students. They knew about now. They were used to it. Of course you knocked, they still had their privacy. And everyone was sleeping or doing other useless stuff. After checking on team RWBY and team JNPR you went to the last room of your check up. The one you were more cautions about. The one who had the black haired girl with an evil glint in her eyes. You softly knocked on the door. Gentle footsteps were heard towards the door. You wanted to question her, you wanted to know what was she up to. The girl you’ve had on your thoughts opened the door. Cinder Fall. It surprised you at how dark was the room. Peeking inside you saw her two teammates sleeping. You could see her smirk from the corner of your eye.

“Hello. How can i help you?” She asked, amusement shown in her voice. You tried to disguise it but you were sure she could see how you glared at her.

“I’m just checking if everything’s okay.” You answered. The harshness of your tone not going unheard by the black haired student.

“Then you don’t have to worry. Everything’s perfect.” She softly said, clearly not to wake up her comrades. You were both in silence, her in front of you as if covering the entrance of her room, while you only looked at her in suspiciousness. You had to admit it. She was gorgeous. But to a student that would sound weird. Then it wouldn’t matter right? She isn’t like the others. She wasn’t a kid.

“You’re not a student. Are you?” You asked, she smirked even more. Finally closing the door behind her and pushing you away from it.  

“Oh? How did you figure that out?” She teased you. Without your knowing you were already touching the wall as she was fairly close to you.

“I’m going to report this.” You confidently said. She traced a hand on your cheek, making you slightly uncomfortable about your personal space.

“Are you? Wouldn’t that be boring?” She asked. Her voice still soft.You slapped her hand away from your cheek. She giggled silently.

“You’re interesting. I’m going to keep an eye on you.” She finished and walked away to her room. Not before giving you a wink. You could try to lie and say that your heart wasn’t pumping rapidly, and your cheeks weren’t flushing with red. You could, but it was pretty obvious.

Emerald    

“Hey! My wallet!” You yelled frantically. Your arms flailing around as you ran after the green haired girl. You were so out of shape. The girl was so fast you lost her after the first turn. But you continued running to where you thought she was. Of course, stopping from time to time to breath and complain about your own physical state. After running what seemed like 2 hours, you stopped and gave up. You lost your rent money, you lost your food money. You lost the girl. Sitting on a chair at a random cafe next to you, you fanned yourself with your hand while you breathed. A man was kind enough to offer you a cup of water as you gulped it up like a dolphin. You sighed at the end, thanked the man and started walking. You passed some museums, some stores, and some signs that you didn’t recognize. Soon, you realized you were lost.

“Awwww…C’mon.” You complained in desperation.You wanted to cry when you realized you were in an unknown town with no money and in no state to defend yourself from other thieves or worse, rapists. You shivered in cold as well. It was starting to grown dark and people were starting to go home and leaving the streets empty.

You walked around, holding yourself for warmth, hoping to find a kind person to offer help. But there wasn’t anybody on the streets. You whimpered.

“Why? Why am i so unlucky?” You asked yourself. Then you heard voices. A male one and a female one.  

“So?” Was what the female voice asked.

“You don’t get it do you? You stole 20 Liens. I stole 90. You see the difference?” The male charismatic voice replied.

“It’s only because the last girl i stole from only had 5 Liens. Walking around with a big wallet for only this little amount… What a waste of time.”  

“But it is a nice wallet. Look at the leather.”

“At least this will make me about 10 Liens. I saw one exactly alike it worth only 8.” Wait. Was this your wallet? Was this the girl who stole from you? And more importantly, why do you only have 5 Liens in your wallet?! What about the rent money? Don’t tell me you got stolen before… Awww Man!

You walked towards the voices, which led to a dark ally. You learned from your mother since you were a child that dark alleys are never to be trusted. But you needed your money. No, more essentially, you needed help. Even if it was from the girl who stole from you.

You saw them from afar. A silver haired boy with a smug look on his face and the same familiar green haired girl with tan skin. You smiled in relief but soon turned into a scared look when the boy kicked you in the stomach. You fell on the ground and held your stomach in pain. The girl came closer to you and helped you up. Confused you let her help.

“Seriously Mercury. Why did you kick her?” She asked the silver haired boy.

“Sorry, i thought she was going to attack us.” He laughed. The girl inspected you carefully, while you still rested your hands on your belly, rubbing it to see if it would make the pain go away.

“Oh! You’re the girl i stole from.” She stated, amused. The boy snickered.

“The girl with only 5 Liens and a really sweet wallet?” The boy asked. As the girl said before, his name must be Mercury.

“You followed me here?” She asked you. You sweat dropped and rubbed your head.

“No. It was actually a coincidence. I only ran aimlessly and reached here.” You replied, a goofy smile on your face. Though you felt like puking because of the pain of your stomach and stupid from talking to the person who robbed you, you still tried to act the best of you. You still wanted help.

“She must be lucky.” Mercury said. You could disagree with that a thousand times. But you didn’t want to say anything that could get you killed, so you stayed quiet. The green haired girl looked at your hand that was holding your stomach and frowned.

“Sorry about that. Mercury can be an asshole sometimes… My name is Emerald. Nice to meet you.” She kindly said, her hand offering itself for a shake. You shaked her hand, rather friendly.  

“My name is (Y/n). Nice to meet you.” You replied, with the same tired tone you had since the beginning. She reached for her pocket and in her hand she had your leather wallet. The same you had seen in the store and bought it.

“Here. You can have this. It’s not like i would gain much money from it anyway.” She tossed it to you. You clumsily dropped it and caught it again. Keeping it safe in your pocket, you swore you would be more attentive next time. You wanted to ask her how did you get back to your town. But you stood there nervous as they both turned away and began walking.

“Uh…” You murmured. Emerald turned her head towards you. You could finally see her smile.

“What? You’re not coming? You do need a place to stay the night.” You smiled at her, catching up with the two. The butterflies in your belly making the other pain seem insignificant.

Neopolitan    

For goodness sake! It was the fourth time this week! Roman robbed you again. You dropped your groceries at your worker’s hands. And ran to his home base, where you knew well it was. You were sure the old man would keep an eye on your groceries as well as your store. Even though it was robbed a minute ago. Roman was going to get it.

You didn’t have to run much since it wasn’t far from the city. Surprisingly, you still had your apron stained from cooking breads around your waist. You knocked on the metal garage door.  

“Who is it?” A playful voice asked. You knew too well it was the son of a bitch.

“Roman, i swear to god. If you don’t open the door i will push your cane up your ass until it reaches your fucking throat.” You sweared. A feminine giggle and Roman’s grunt was heard from the other side of the door. He opened and at this moment you didn’t even care about the short beauty at his side. You angrily stomped towards the ginger and raised a fist. He laughed nervously, his cane far away. The little girl came between you, her pink umbrella pointed towards your head. You could see a blade inside of it.

“What? You got a bodyguard now?” You asked Roman in particular. Roman rested his hand on her shoulder as she lowered the umbrella to her side.

“Yes. But not for you of course. She doesn’t know about our relationship…” At this, the girl furrowed her eyebrows at Roman. You couldn’t blame her. The way he putted it, anyone would get the wrong idea.

“He meant our friendship.” You replied, mostly to the girl. She smiled kindly for explaining and stepped aside from Roman.

“So… Sorry for robbing?” He asked. A vein easily popped in your head. You punched his gut. He huffed and fell on the floor. The pink and brown haired girl seemed worried, but Roman assured her when he got up and laughed.

“Okay. I deserved that.” He grunts. You sigh and help him up. To tell the truth. He was your childhood friend. It was supposed for you two to start a business together, but you two followed different paths. Now he’s been robbing you, thought it wasn’t a lot.

“What’s her name?” You asked. He rested his elbow on her head, due to her height. And it was cute the way she seemed a bit mad.

“Neo. Neopolitan.” He replied. The girl bowed respectfully as you smiled.

“My name is (Y/n). Nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself. She nodded and you wondered if she was mute. Either way you liked her. You might spend more time with Roman from now on.

“Now give me back my breads.”

(Bonus: “But they’re so delicious!” “Roman, i swear to god.”)

Glynda    

“Okay.”

“She might kill you when she sees you.”     “Okay.”

“She must hate you after everything.”

“Okay.”

“And we all know you did that for the good, but she might not believe you.”

“Okay.”

“Also, treat her well.”

“Okay.”

After your little agreement with Ozpin, with only ‘okays’ coming out of your mouth, he was satisfied and sent a signal to Ironwood to let her in.  

Ironwood went down the elevator and you and Ozpin awaited for the blonde huntress to come to you so you could introduce yourself.

“Is she hot?” You asked out of the blue, your hands resting on your crossed legs as you sat beside Ozpin. He sighed mutely as he coughed nervously.

“We discussed this already (Y/N). She is hot if you think she is.” He muttered, you kept looking at the elevator waiting for both adults.

“Did you two date or something?” You inquired.

“No, we’re simply friends.” He answered again, silence quickly filled the room.

“So… Did you two fu-” You got coincidentally interrupted by the elevator’s doors opening, a certain general stayed on the elevator quite nervous as he didn’t looked amused when Glynda marched the room towards you and swiftly slapped you. You weren’t surprised as well.

“How dare you show your face here?!” She spat, you got up and offered your hand for a handshake, the same emotionless expression on your face.

“Nice to meet you Glynda, my name is-“

“I know who you are, you monster. You’re the one who putted Ozpin in the hospital!” She resumed, her accusing finger all over your face.

“Glynda, we’ve told you why she’s done it and we all forgave her.” Ozpin interrupted. She kept glaring at you.

“You might have forgiven her but I don’t.” She peeked at Ozpin before returning to you.

“I’m never forgiving you.” She threateningly warned, you, sick tired of this shit, lifted her chin with your finger. She stood frozen, her finger still hesitantly floating mid air. You slowly got close to her ear and ghostly smiled, you were sure she ‘heard’ your smile.

“I’m sorry for what I did. I hope one day you forgive me.” You whispered, then you casually walked towards the elevator, passing through a very concerned Ironwood as you gave him a smile, trying to ease him of any thoughts he had on his mind.

As you pressed a button to go to the ground floor and the door closed you could see Glynda frozen in place and Ozpin calling you back.

She was so red.

Winter    

“I want a beer! Gimme! Gimme!” You excitedly jumped up and down, Qrow patting your head. He clumsily putted an arm around you and stumbled towards the streets.

“Awww, c’mon kitten. You know Ironwood doesn’t let me.”  You pouted.

“Please Qrow! I’m old enough.” You whined, he looked carefully at you, for awhile you thought he had fallen asleep standing, but he was simply drunk thinking.

“You know what! Here! Have it.” He gave you a half full bottle of his favorite whiskey. You eagerly grabbed it and were ready to gulp it down, if it weren’t for a hand to swiftly snatch it away from you.

“I can’t believe you! Ironwood specially said for you to take care of her and that’s what you do.” A mature voice grabbed your interest as you rotate and see a white haired girl with the same uniform that you saw plenty of times when you were in Atlas.

“Give me a break. I’m drunk.” He retorted, retrieving his bottle. She growled silently as you stared aimlessly at her. As she finally noticed Qrow’s lazy arm around you, she pushed his arm away from you and pulled you to her.

“And get your disgusting hands away from her.” She warned, you dazed, kept quiet.

“Ohhh, getting a little defensive are we?” He teased, chuckling at the end. You snorted and the girl stared confusingly at you.

“I’m sorry, but do you find him funny?” She questioned you, quite more harshly than she intended. You were about to nod, but instead you couldn’t take your eyes away from her. From your point of view, she was beautiful. Her white snow hair neatly bundled into a bun as one of her eyes was covered by her fringe. Her light blue eyes carefully staring at you concerned. Oh right! You need to speak.

“You’re pretty.”  Your confession left her dazed but slightly blushing, it was easy to see since her skin was so pale.

“That didn’t answer my question, but thank you.” She replied, her hand still in yours. Qrow just bursted out laughing as the girl glared daggers at him.

“What’s so funny?” She asked to clarify.

“Nothing, nothing. I’m gonna leave Ice queen. I can see you have your hands busy.” He answered, turning the corner clumsily.

The girl stared at you nervously as you kept your gaze on her.

“Oh excuse my manners. My name is Winter Schnee, General Ironwood insisted I brought you back.” She introduced herself, you smiled.

“I like you Winter!” You announced, she blushed and smiled, making you follow her as she took you back home, her hand never leaving yours.

“I hope she isn’t drunk…” Winter muttered, luckily you were too distracted by your surroundings to hear it.

[lechangelin]

Allison & Scott

Allison catches Scott up on Elena and Gabe, Scott fills her in on things going on for him, and Allison makes him promise her something. ( @alphakage​ )

Ally A

You put Orion into a food coma :p

Scott McCall But look how cute he is 😥 i couldnt deny him treats Ally A I know 💕 Have you heard from Mason yet? Scott McCall Liam found him. We enlisting some vampire help. Rebekah isnt answering my calls tho, i have to pass by her home soon Also, I been meaning to tell u, my cousin is back too. Hes staying with me. Theres also this Banshee named Aayla who will be staying at my house. Shes an ally who came voluntarily. Her family dedicates themselves to document supernatural happenings and help others, probably a good connection to keep in mind. Kira is back.. i kinda bumped into her... Ally A Full house huh? Lol Scott McCall Yea, Tyler and Aayla staying there, but ive been spending most of my free time at Malia's so they can be comfy Ally A I can check on her too? We were getting on well Oh really? Malia's? 👀 Scott McCall That would help me out <3 she can be intimidating, but shes an amazing woman. Cant say Im surprise u two would get along lol Yea, shes been having a rough time... we will pass by the loft soon, we have to discuss it with Derek... its about her dad :/ Ally A Adopted, or sperm donor? Scott McCall Peter, Allison >:| Ally A 🤷 I did need to catch you up on some stuff though Scott McCall Good news? Ally A Depends One of the hunters who Gerard trained... I've agreed to train him under my code. Scott McCall Can we trust him? Ally A He regrets everything that happened. He's hurt people before He deserves the same chance to put things right that I did Scott McCall With everything going on, Allison? That makes me nervous. But also, because of everything going on, i cant afford to turn anyone away nor leave them to fend for themselves. I trust u. We'll give him a chance. Ally A The second I'm unsure, I'll talk to you Scott McCall Watch ur back too? Remember Im here Ally A I know 🙂 Speaking of which, Aiden's back Scott McCall Aiden? As in... Ethan's Aiden? Ally A Yeah Scott McCall Is this why Boyd is all out of control? I roared at him, Allison... it was as if it meant nothing Ally A I don't know if he knows Wait what? But isn't he an omega? Shouldn't there have been some reaction? Scott McCall Even if he was a Beta... idk, he mentioned a new Alpha, but it worries me... Bonnie mentioned meeting the Devil, Allison... if he didn't react to my roar... im afraid what it might mean Ally A Just what we need. Aiden's girlfriend might be able to make holy water.... But not like that'd work against the freaking devil. Scott McCall Um... who might his gf be? Seems I'm a bit out the loop 😅 Ally A Elena, she's a friend of mine. She... Came back too Scott McCall I remember the name... just... It hasnt just been u who mentioned her. Ally A She said her dad taught her. She's not sure if she can, but she's willing to try I just have to know I'm doing something to stop this. Scott McCall I'll try to talk to her... and check on Aiden too. U are, more than u understand or than I can explain. Thank u for helping me feel a little less lost Ally A I just need you to promise me something. It'll sound stupid and you can say no Scott McCall U make me nervous when u ask that, I hope u know that Ally A Omg I'm not that bad Just What happened to mason made me think If something happens to me again... I want you to do what you need to. Scott McCall Dont worry i wil. Each day that passes we learn more. Vampire, werewolf, returned to Life... it dont matter, its what u taught me to do. We help each other. None of us have to be monsters. Trust in me. I wont lead u astray Ally A I don't know if I could stomach being a vampire tbh But if you ever need to save me... This is me giving permission to bite me, okay? No hesitation. Scott McCall I thought i couldnt stomach being a werewolf. What we have been thru...? God, am I glad, honored even, that i forced myself to. I would live thru it all over again. Its only the end when we give up, Allison. I can save u, without biting u Ally A 😌 You might not be able to. But so long as you're willing to, i can live with that. Scott McCall I love u, u know that? And I will always have ur back. We got this and we wont lose anyone. I'll  make sure of it Ally A I know. I have your back in what little way I can offer it. Scott McCall I owe u everything. I'll  pass by soon, i got a new spinning wheel for the babies Ally A Aww they'll love it!

[lxme-xss-imxgines]

Family // FP & Jughead Jones

Request: Can you do a FP Jones x reader x Jughead Jones oneshot where the reader is FP's gf for awhile & Jug has never liked the reader(you can make up why he don't like her). When she gets prego w/ FP's baby, Jug gets distant towards FP&everyone? When the reader is 9 mo, she goes into labor but FP isn't there to be w/ her bc he's in jail or something, so she begs for Jug to be there bc she doesn't want to be alone. he gives in & he's happy to meet his new baby sibling & calls reader mom? Fluff plz! 

 Pairing: FP Jones x girlfriend!reader, jughead jones x mom!reader

 Words: 2053 

 Warnings: fluuuufffff, may kill u 

 A/n: y/b/n, is your baby's name. Also, I hope y'all like this. 

You pace the length of the trailer bathroom nervously, eyeing the piece of plastic on the counter every so often. This is the most nervous you've felt in your whole life. While FP was asleep, you ran to the nearest drug store and picked up a pregnancy test. 

You had missed your period for two months now, and the first time you dismissed it as an irregularity because of your birth control. However, once the second month rolled around and there was still no blood, you knew something was up. So here you are. 

You decided that you would wait until you knew for sure before scaring the shit out of FP. Come to think of it, you had no idea how he would react. The thought just made you more nervous. Over a minute had passed, and you thought for sure that the pregnancy test must be done. You had placed it upside down on the toilet lid so you wouldn't have to look at it. You picked it up, flipping it around . . . All of the air was taken from you as you saw the two lines on the stick. 

 You were excited, but the uncertainty of FP's reaction overshadowed it. You take a deep breath, grabbing the stick and hiding it behind you. Walk out of the bathroom and toward the kitchen, and you smell freshly brewed coffee. 

 As you walk into the kitchen, you see FP's back turned to you. "Uh, FP," your voice comes out weak. 

 He turns around,"Morning, baby. Coffee?" He notices your worried expression instantly,"Are you alright?" You clear your throat, but then decide that you didn't really need to talk. 

You brought the stick that was previously hidden behind your back into view, and FP's eyes widen.  He doesn't say anything, and you feel tears come to your eyes,"I'm pregnant, Forsythe." He still says nothing, and tears drop down your cheeks. 

He's been staring at your stomach this whole time, but finally looks up at you,"Hey, why are you crying, doll? This is a good thing, right?" 

 "It is? I just didn't know if you were ready or if you thought-" His laughter cuts you off, and you send a confused expression. You were sitting here crying and he thinks this is funny? 

 "Baby, sweetheart. Of course we're ready. I've got a job, you've got a job. We love each other. The next thing is, well, is this," he says with a cheeky smile. 

 "Oh thank god," you run up to him, encasing him in hug. You can't hear the door open over your excitement. 

 "Hey, dad- whoa, sorry," Jughead suddenly walks in, and looks away. 

 "Jug, its fine. We were just hugging," you separate from FP, both of your mouths still smiling wide. 

 Jug turns back to you, him being the confused one now,"What's with all the excitement?" But as soon as he finishes his sentence, he notices the stick you're holding. His face drops instantly,"Oh. You're pregnant." "

Wow, Jughead. Don't sound so enthusiastic," his dad retorts. 

 "So this is actually a thing. You're not just replacing mom, but you're trying to replace Jellybean too," he says with a hard expression. You open your mouth to say something, but decide it's probably better if FP handled it. 

 "Jug, I've been with y/n for over a year. You have to accept this, and you have to accept your mom left me and doesn't want to come back. I will love this child, but no more than I love you or Jellybean," FP says with a hopeful look. Jughead just shakes his head and exits the trailer. 

 ***

 After you had gotten pregnant, Jughead almost completely cut off ties with you and his father. He was even being distant toward his friends, but not on purpose. 

 You're about seven months along, and you had just witnessed FP getting arrested for the murder of Jason Blossom. This murder case has put a damper on your mood throughout your pregnancy, with FP trying his hardest to keep your mind off of it. For you and the baby's sake. The news about FP being arrested hasn't spread yet, so you decide it would be best for Jug to hear it from you. Even if he hates you. 

 After taking longer than what is normal to get your shoes on, you get in your car, making your way to Pop's, the best place for you to search for Jughead. When you arrive, you see through the glass hay Jughead is sitting with his three friends, like usual. You walk into Pops, your eyes still red from crying when they took FP away. 

 Approaching the booth, Archie clears his throat and gets Jughead's attention. He looks up at you, previously smiling, but it drops when he realizes who it is. 

"Can I talk to you Jug? It's important, about your father," you croak. 

 "You can tell me in front of them," he says, sneering slightly. 

 "Uh, okay, if you insist," he stays silent when you pause. "Okay, well. FP has just been arrested for the murder of Jason Blossom. I just thought you should be the first one to know." 

 All four of the teens eye's widen, and no one says anything until Betty speaks up,"Uh, thanks for telling us Y/n." You nod, exiting the diner. You almost wish you wouldn't have told Jughead, and would've let him find it out for himself. But then he'd only hate you more. 

 two months later

"Well, looks like I'm having a baby," you glance down at the floor in disgust at the pool of water between your legs. You sigh, deciding that with contractions, it may not be the best to drive. So you decide the best way to go would be to call Fred Andrews, FP's best friend. You dial his number, waiting patiently for him to pick up the phone. 

 F: hello? 

 Y: hey, yeah, it's y/n. My water just kind of broke, and I don't think I'm in the best position to drive myself to the hospital. 

 F: oh. Oh! Oh shit! Yeah, I'll be there in five. Just, uh, hang in there? 

 Y: yeah, sure. Just hurry, please. 

 You hang up your phone, grabbing a drawstring bag with some things you want to take to the hospital with you. You walk out to the porch of the trailer barefoot (because honestly, you weren't bending over at this point) and wait for Fred to pull up. Once he does, he puts it in park and rushes up to you, helping you to the passenger side of his truck. There was no way in hell you were getting up there yourself. 

 Once you were both in the car and on the way to the hospital, a sudden wave of depression hit you. Hormones for one, and the fact that you knew FP wouldn't be there for you. You pull out your cellphone, scrolling to the only contact that would make sense to call. Jughead. He doesn't answer you, of course, but you leave a voicemail. "Hey, Jug. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going into labor, and your dad can't be with me so I was really, really hoping you would come and see your sibling be born. I know it may be a lot to ask. I'm begging you. I cannot do this alone. I know you hate me, but I've grown to love you. And I really hope I'll see you in that hospital room." You hang up with a sigh, and you then realize that you're at the hospital. 

 "He's a good kid. I'm sure he'll show up. You sure you're alright on your own?" Feed questions. 

 "Yeah, I'll be fine. I do need help getting out of this truck though," you say with a laugh. 

 *** 

"OH LORD HAVE MERCY IS IT COMING YET?" 

It's an hour later, and you're squirming in your hospital room. Contractions are bad, and you just wish this sucker would pop out already. You reach for your phone, about to leave Jughead the fourth voicemail. To your surprise, he picks up this time. 

 "Y/n, you've left me three voicemails. What could you possibly want from me that bad?" He questions, slightly agitated. 

 "Well, I'm currently contracting a lot, my water broke earlier. Soon I'll be popping this child out of me, and I was really hoping you would be here with me because your father can't." Before he can reply, you drop your phone as you grip the bed rails, another painful contraction coming on.

 A nurse comes in,"Alright, Miss L/n, it's time to go. Is anyone coming?" 

 "I think my step son might be coming, the baby's brother, but I don't know," you squirm again. 

 "Alright, we'll keep an eye out for him," she replies and begins to push your bed to another room as a contraction comes on. 

 "SON OF A F-" 

 *** 

 "Alright, get ready to push!" You look around nervously, not seeing Jughead. He didn't come. He hates you that much, that he'd skip out on seeing his little brother or sister be born? 

“Y/n, push!" You let out a deranged scream as you push again, feeling like you're getting nowhere. As the doctor tells you to push again, you feel a hand on yours. You open your eyes, half expecting to see FP, but instead see Jughead. You mouth a thank you to him as you're commanded once again to push, and you scream in pain. 

You tighten your grip on Jughead's hand as a reaction, and he grabs back. Maybe he doesn't hate you so much after all. You pushed and pushed with all your might, thinking that you were going to break Jughead's hand. 

 "Young man, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?" Jughead looks back to you for approval and you nod your head with a smile. You see his eyes crinkle and know that he's smiling too. 

 After the cord is cut, a nurse takes the baby momentarily to clean them off. After a moment, the nurse walks over to you,"Here's your beautiful baby girl." 

 You hold her in your arms, tears rolling down your face from the extreme joy swelling in your chest. "Hello, little y/b/n," you say with a smile. 

 "Y/b/n? Let me guess, dad's idea?" Jughead asks with a smile. 

 "Of course." 

 *** 

 After the baby (finally) was delivered, you and Jughead were sent back to your original hospital room. The nurses said after they cleaned the baby and wrapped her up, they would bring her to you. 

 "Alright, Miss L/n. Here's your baby girl. When you want to rest just let one of us or this young man here know, and then we can lay her down," the nurse says with a smile as she hands you your daughter. 

 You stroke her little nose, it was definitely FP's. You couldn't wait to see her little eyes open. Her hair was dark, like FP's also. That definitely had given you heart burn. You look over at Jughead, who decided to stay and take a seat in the corner.  "Jug, you want to hold her?" 

You look at him with a lazy smile. He gets up from his chair, swallowing nervously. He walks to you, and you hand him y/b/n,"Make sure her head is resting on your arm." 

 "Okay, okay," Jughead mumbles nervously. "She's so tiny." He mutters as he gazes down at her. 

 "Yeah, most babies are," you respond. 

 He rolls his eyes,"Still a smart ass on pain meds, I see." He looks at the baby, and to your surprise, starts talking to her. 

"Hi, y/b/n. I'm sorry your dad can't be here right now, but your big brother is. And I love you very much. So is mom. She loves you the most, probably. And even though I don't act like it, I'm very grateful for her, and even more for you." Your mouth drops open a little bit when the word 'mom' comes out of his mouth, but you smile immediately afterwards.

 "Jughead Jones, a softie. Who would have thought," you smile. 

 He rolls his eyes again, smiling still. "Babies do that to ya."

[loveaominedaiki]

Single! Dad aomine scenario continuation: Finally he dates reader for a long time (they already on the serious stage *you know what I mean ;)*, but he's not ready to marry her yet) she's pregnant with his child and Ayaka is confused at first why she's always throw up and such but happy when reader says she's pregnant and Aomine still didn't know bcause his gf don't tell him about it and Ayaka is the one who blurted it out? Ahh too detailed, sorry *bows* thanks once again

Not a problem at all anon! Give it to me as detailed as you want, I don’t mind :)

You woke up with a sharp pain in your head and a nauseous feeling in your stomach. You rushed to the toilet and empty the contents of your stomach. Aomine was at work, and you were at home with Ayaka. You made sure she couldn’t hear you because you didn’t want her to worry. Once you were done you brushed your teeth and rinsed your face before exiting the bathroom only to find Ayaka standing there frowning.

“[F/N]-onee san? Are you okay?”, she asked worriedly as she held your hand.

You gave her a nervous smile and crouched down to her level, placing a hand on top of her head. “Onee-san just has a little stomach flu, okay? Don’t worry about me, sweetie.”

Ayaka looked uncertain for a moment before smiling. “Okay [F/N]-onee san.”

After that, the morning sickness never stopped. You never told Aomine about it, and you hid it from Ayaka. But you didn’t know that Ayaka was actually watching. You never knew carrying a baby was this hard. You had planned on telling Aomine but you just had to find the right time. A part of you was to excited to tell him, but the other part of you was nervous. What if he didn’t want the baby? You knew Aomine wasn’t ready to marry you yet, would you just be tying him down? All of these thoughts held you back.

You were in the middle of throwing up when Ayaka walked in and helped you. You smiled weakly at her and stood up. After cleaning up, you knew you had to tell her. 

“Ayaka, darling, listen. [F/N]-onee san is not sick”, you said.

Ayaka frowned, “But then why is [F/N]-onee san always vomiting? Please don’t lie to me”, she whined.

You sighed and held her hands. “Ayaka, you’re going to be having a little brother soon.”, you admitted.

She froze for a second, not clearly understanding what you said. She then looked down at your stomach and saw that it was slightly increased in size compared to the last time.

She gasped, “I-Is [F/N]-onee san having a baby in her stomach?”

You smiled weakly, “Yes, sweetheart.”

Ayaka squealed and jumped up and down. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier! I can’t wait!”

You giggled and calmed her down. “I know you’re excited, sweetie, but you have to do me a favor and not tell your daddy for now okay?”

She paused, “Daddy doesn’t know?”

“No, but I’ll tell him soon. We’ll surprise him okay? But we have to wait a bit first.  Can you do that for me?”, you asked.

She nodded, “Okay, I can do that.”

That evening Aomine came home from work and was greeted by a very happy Ayaka. He chuckled and picked the little girl up.

“What’s up with you today, hm? Where’s [F/N]?”, he asked.

“Nothing”, she giggled. “[F/N]-onee san is in the bedroom”

Aomine put Ayaka down and then headed to the bedroom to find you. You had just finished throwing up and you were hurriedly cleaning up before Aomine could catch you. Luckily, you succeeded in doing so.

“Babe?”, he called out.

“Hey, Daiki, how was work?”, you said as you walked over and gave him a warm hug.

He hugged back and sighed, burying his face in your hair, “Shitty, but I have to live with it. I missed you.”

He started to plant kisses on every inch of your face until his lips met yours in a slow, heated kiss. You pulled away before things got too heated. Ayaka was still around.

Aomine grunted and you laughed softly at his disappointment. 

“Go and change, freshen up, then we can have dinner.”, you said removing his jacket for him, sliding it off his shoulders with ease. 

With a loud yawn, Aomine mumbled and okay before heading to the bathroom. Not before giving your ass a squeeze though.

As you and Ayaka set the table, soon Aomine was ready and you all sat down to have a lovely meal.

“Damn, [F/N], I’m so lucky to have someone that can cook, honestly.”, Aomine said, his mouth full of food.

You giggled. “Thank you, Daiki. But please don’t talk with your mouth full, Ayaka has better table manners than you do.”, you teased.

Ayaka burst into a fit of giggles and you smirked at Aomine playfully while he glared at you.

He scoffed, “Hey, at least I can go to the toilet on my own”

“Daddy, I can go to the toilet on my own! You just won’t let me!”, Ayaka complained making you laugh at Aomine’s failed attempt of a comeback.

“You don’t know a lot, daddy. You don’t even know about the new baby-”, Ayaka paused, her eyes widened and she clapped a hand over her mouth.

“New baby? What new baby? Is this some new cartoon series or something?”, Aomine asked.

You were freaking out too. “Y-Yeah, her favorite. T-They just introduced a new character so....she was talking about that”, you lied.

Aomine stared at the two of you suspiciously. “[F/N], come on”, he said getting up and then walking into the shared bedroom.

You sighed, you knew you were screwed. 

“I’m so sorry onee-san I-I I forgot”, Ayaka said in the midst of tears.

“Hey, hey, sweetie it’s okay. It’s alright, don’t worry. It’s not your fault okay?”, you said wiping her tears.

“We’ll be right back. Just wait here, darling”, you said before standing up and walking into the room where Aomine stood.

You looked at him nervously and he had this stern look on his face.

“What’s Ayaka talking about? New baby? I’m pretty sure it’s not a new cartoon character [F/N]”, he said frowning. 

You swallowed and refused to look at him. “Aomine I...I knew I shouldn’t have kept this from you and trust me I was going to tell you sooner but I was just really scared...and I was waiting for the right time but I guess there’s no more hiding it now. I’m pregnant, Aomine.”, you sighed.

Aomine sort of knew that this was coming the moment Ayaka blurted it out. So he wasn’t as surprised. But at the same time he knew that he shared the same responsibility as you did, and it wasn’t your fault.

He walked over and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head. You willingly hugged back and let him hold you.

“[F/N], what were you scared of? That I’d say no? That I’d leave you? Do you honestly think I would do something like that? Moreover to you? I love you, [F/N], I don’t know why you told Ayaka but not me.”

“I-I’m just afraid that I’ll tie you down, Daiki. You told me you weren’t ready to get married and then with this baby and all I just didn’t know what to expect. Ayaka found out, there was no way I could hide it from her anymore. I’m sorry I never told you, you deserve to know.”, you mumbled.

Aomine tilted your chin up and smiled softly, “Oi, I couldn’t be happier to know that I’m having a baby with you [F/N]. And I said I wasn’t ready for marriage a long time ago. But right now? It sounds perfect to me. You shouldn’t feel bad, or be sorry because we both chose to do this and now we’re both going to take responsibility of it. I’m with you, I’m always with you, babe. We’ll raise this baby together, including Ayaka and we’ll be fine okay? I promise.”

You smiled back and nodded, “Thank you, Daiki”

The two of you held each other for what seemed like eternity, Aomine occasionally whispering compliments into your ear.

“Daddy, mommy, are you two there?”, Ayaka suddenly said, shyly stepping into the room.

“Mommy?”, Aomine chuckled. “You catch on pretty fast, don’t you?”

You blushed and hit Aomine’s arm lightly. “Come here, sweetheart”, you said reaching an arm out to her.

“We’re going to be a family. A real one. Forever I hope”, Aomine said giving Ayaka a kiss on the forehead and you a kiss on the lips.

This baby was definitely a blessing.

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Done! I hope you like it, thank you for requesting