#the amount of Bitch i can put into two seconds of eye contact is astronomical

[junewild]

the lich & i are holding an informal competition re: who can make the rent-a-cops at the local safeway flinch the hardest when we walk in. so far i am winning

[imagine-docx]

miscommunication.

Summary: You’re ignoring your best friend because he keeps blowing you off to hang out with some random girl. He thinks you’re ignoring him because you’re pregnant. [bestfriendsturnedlovers!au]

Warnings: swearing, and talks of pregnancy.

A/N: the amount of love and support everyone has given me is astronomical. i hope everyone is maintaining social distancing and are getting any packages they ordered online. - amanda 💛

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Cupid is a little bitch. There it was said. Out in the open for anyone to read. He was a little bitch who couldn’t aim properly. Like how does one fuck up so badly by shooting his love arrow at you and you being deeply in love with your long time best friend? You can’t, but of course the baby fucked up and made it happen.

And it doesn’t help that said best friend is constantly spending time with you whether it was bringing you coffee between clients or spending Saturday nights with you. For instance, here he was now, in your living room being the designated human swatch board for all the new eyeshadow palettes that came in the mail because he has the most arm space.

“So how was last night?” Steve asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

He was referencing the fact that you were supposed to go out with Wanda and Nat the night before, but you ended up cancelling because you were way too exhausted having long work hours during the week and just knocking out after a warm bath.

“So much fun,” you said, jokingly

“Any hot hookups?” Steve asked, trying not to get jealous at the thought of you spending the night with another man.

“Of course,” you said, still joking.

Steve was going to examine your eyes that were focused on swatching a metallic blue eyeshadow to his arm. But that’s when he saw it. The bright purple mark on the side of your neck.

Jealousy suddenly filled Steve, he wanted to be the only one to mark you like that, hell even see you in that way. Go to bed with you at night, go do stupid couple things across New York with you.

Little did he know the mark wasn’t a hickey, but in fact it was a burn mark that you acquired from curling your hair three days prior that was still in the process of healing.

Little did both of you now know, that would mark the start of the game of cat and mouse between the two of you.

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Since the night in your apartment, Steve has been dry and constantly blowing off plans to the point where you don’t even want to try and plan anything with him anymore. Hell even his texts were dry, and your phone conversations went from hours on end, all the way to a solid three minutes. It’s been three weeks of one sided attempts of plans, but there’s always something coming up. Maybe once or twice you would let shit slide and understand maybe something happened, but three consecutive times? It’s suspicious as hell.

You were thinking back to figure out if you’ve done anything to upset him, but to your knowledge, you did nothing. You even talked to Hope about everything, and even she said you didn’t do anything wrong.

You had the longest day at work doing back to back to back meetings about possible makeup looks for upcoming photoshoots. You were ready to go home and call it a night. While walking down Front Street, you decided to see if Steve was available one last time. Pulling out your phone, you scrolled until you hit call on his contact name. “Hello?”

“Hey, what are you up to tonight?” You asked, walking by Front Street Pizza you peered in and saw Steve sitting there with a blonde.

“Hey I’m actually busy with the boys right now, and we’re going out, can I call you back?” He asked.

“Yeah, bye.” You said, not even waiting for a response. Upon hanging up the phone, you scoffed, before letting out a, “Boys night my ass.” You turned the other way and decided to take another street home.

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Of course, seeing Steve with the random blonde sparked an internal debate with yourself. On one hand they could be acquaintances who are just getting a bite to eat. But the other half of you came to the conclusion that he kept blowing you off in order to hang out with the blonde because he doesn’t need his best friend cockblocking him.

Steve being a man of his word tried calling you back the same night, but you brushed it off and pretended that you left your phone in your apartment while you were in the basement doing laundry.

You would have been completely fine with him saying he was on a date with someone else. Even though you liked him, you would never get in the way of another relationship. But having him lie about it to you hurt even more than the idea of him having a girlfriend.

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You never would have anticipated the wheels turning and you were avoiding Steve and he was suddenly chasing you. The moment you started being dry, there were texts, calls, and attempts at plans.

Scoffing at it, he suddenly went from pretending you didn’t exist to now being your guardian.

If anyone messaged you or called you, you would answer as per usual. But if it was him attempting to contact you, you would forget you own a phone and act like you need a pigeon with a note attached to it to get in contact with you.

Seconds ago you got a phone call from Steve, you ignored it as per usual. But then seconds later, it ringed again. You were a mere millisecond away from throwing your phone off the balcony, until you saw it was Hope.

“What’s up?” You answered.

You heard sniffling on the other line, “Can you come over?”

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And that’s how you found yourself at Hope and Scott’s apartment at 1 am on a Monday night. With Scott not being home, and Cassie being at her mom's house for the week, it was just the two of you. Having Hope pace in front of you, you looked down in shock at the positive pregnancy test she handed you the moment you walked through the door. “What do I do?”

“Look at me Hope,” she turned to look at you, “Do you want to have this kid?”

“Yes, but what if Scott doesn’t want to have one? Cassie is already enough for him,” she started tearing up again.

“Scott would be ecstatic to have another kid. Have you talked about having kids with him?” You asked.

“Yes, but we never specified a ti-”

“Okay, you talked about it, and what did he say?” You said, ushering her to sit next to you.

She let out a shaky breath, “He wanted to have kids with me.”

“So then there’s nothing to worry about. If anything, you know we’re here for you,” you said, referring to the friend group that consisted of Nat, Wanda, you, Pepper and Okoye.

She threw her arms around you, “Thank you.”

“No problem love,” you said, hugging her back, “Now we need a way to tell Scott he’s having another kid.”

★。＼｜／。★

Two weeks after your Hope pregnancy adventure, you were still playing the avoidance of Steve game.

You answered his texts, but they were super dry. Things like, ‘sorry have a lot of work going on’ or ‘hey i’m out with someone right now’ or your personal favourite ‘hey, i’m super tired/not feeling well sorry’. Which you all sent in the comfort of your own apartment, because you knew if you didn’t respond he would be ripping your apartment door off its hinges with his bare hands to ensure you were okay.

Today you finished work early, despite being out of the house since four am. Since the day was still young, and partially because you drank too many redbulls so you can’t sleep, you remembered you had to return a pair of jeans that couldn’t fit properly.

Since you were already at the mall, you decided to check if NYX had any new makeup palettes you could possibly use for upcoming clients and projects, and pick up some unisex baby clothes to start helping out Hope for the arrival of her kid.

Little did you know you had a familiar blond following you around the mall.

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Steve thought it was his eyes playing tricks on him when he saw you in the middle of American Eagle. He had to rub his eyes a few times to make sure it was you. He was going to pass by your apartment tonight to make sure you were okay, but seeing you made him feel better.

He saw you returning a pair of jeans, and he thought nothing of it because he knew that online shopping was a hit or miss, and based off the return, was a miss for you.

He didn’t know how, but he found himself following you around the mall to make sure you were okay.

He waited outside the NYX and watched you examine the palettes and think about whether or not you had the colours at home. He followed you into the Macy’s, and watched you in the baby section while he pretended to shop in the men’s section that was right across from it.

He decided to try calling you and see if you were willing to meet up with him. But he watched you silence your phone and toss it in your handbag.

Steve felt like he deserved it for ignoring you for the last few weeks, but you were usually so soft and were willing to put it behind you.

It wasn’t until he got caught in traffic that his own thoughts caught up with him.

One part of him tried to justify that the jeans just did not fit the way you wanted and needed to return them. And you were buying baby clothes for a friend or family member who happened to be pregnant.

The other part of him came to the conclusion that you returned jeans, you were shopping for baby clothes, you were pregnant. You returned jeans because they wouldn’t fit once your stomach got bigger. And baby clothes to fit the kid you were expecting. He thought about possible people who could have been the father, and the only thing clicking with him is the man from the one night stand was the father of your kid. And he didn’t want anyone knowing you were expecting, especially under such circumstances so which was probably why you were ignoring him.

Even though the two of you were not on talking terms, he would expect you talking to him about expecting a kid. Even if it wasn’t him as the dad.

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You continued to be dry towards Steve and essentially fake your own death. Which resulted in him being more concerned about you and your baby’s health and well being, which also resulted in him seeing you purchase bottles, pacifiers, toys, and other necessities.

You were planning gender reveal makeup looks with Hope and Cassie while Scott was out for work.

“We could do the lids a pink, and smoke out the bottom with a blue, or vice versa?” You threw out a suggestion.

“One eye pink, the other blue!” Cassie exclaimed.

“Or that,” you laughed.

You, Hope and Cassie continued to throw random ideas into the air and you wrote down the one that seems the most ideal. You heard the door jingle open, and Scott appeared in his uniform.

Scott ended up joining the debate before whisking Cassie off to shower her and put her to bed.

Tossing your notebook into your bag, you knew this was gonna take several eyeshadow adventures before you nailed the one Hope would like and want.

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask, is there any man in your life nowadays?” Scott asked, as you were slipping on your shoes.

“The only man I want is gone,” you said, steading yourself after putting on your shoes.

“Call me when you get home?” Hope asked.

“Of course,” the two of you hugged before you bidded your goodbyes and went home for the night.

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You were able to only go into the office for the afternoon as the majority of your client meetings had happened over Skype due to scheduling conflicts. As you were exiting work, you were ready to collapse into a warm bath and order some takeout.

Once you got out of the shower you heard a knock on the door. You were confused as to who it could be because you didn’t place your takeout order yet. Upon opening the door, a large muscular figure pushed past you, “Yes, come on in,” you muttered.

“I understand that you probably don’t want to see me, but I want to let you know that I would do anything for your baby, especially since the dad isn’t in the equation,” Steve rambled.

You went through a series of confusion, which was evident on your face, “Pardon?”

“I know you’re buying baby clothes and other things, and you probably don’t want anyone else knowing you're pregnant given the circumstances,” Steve said, pushing a bag filled with baby clothes and diapers towards you.

“I am not pregnant?” You said, still shocked and confused.

“I won’t tell anyone that you’re pregnant, I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he said, reaching out to grab your hand.

“I am not pregnant. Please for the love of god, if you do not believe me, go buy a pregnancy test.” You suggested.

You didn’t anticipate him actually listening to you and leaving to buy a pregnancy test. While he stepped out, you went to the kettle and filled it with hot water. You were lost in thought as to how he thought you were pregnant and got here. The sound of the kettle whistling pulled you from your thoughts, pouring a cup of tea into a cup for you and Steve.

Steve came back with the test, and you silently took it from his hands before disappearing down the hall and into your own washroom.

Coming back after three minutes, you threw the negative pregnancy test at him. “Happy?”

“So you aren’t…” He trailed off.

“I never was,” you bluntly stated.

“What about that one night stand?” He asked.

You nearly choked on your tea, “What one night stand?”

“That one night when we were swatching makeup here,” he said, crossing his arms.

You stared at him with confusion until you connected the dots, “I was joking about that!”

“What?” Steve now laced with confusion.

“I didn’t go out that night. I bailed because I was exhausted. I came home and knocked out,” you explained.

“Oh. Wait, what about the hickey?”

“What hickey?” You asked, even more confused now.

“You had this big purple spot on your neck when I was over,” he fired back.

It clicked with you what he was talking about, “You mean the curling iron burn?”

“Curling iron burn?”

“Yeah, I was curling my hair and I accidentally burned my neck,” you responded.

“Oh.”

“Wait. You thought I was having a kid?” You asked.

“Well you kept ignoring me and I thought you were embarrassed about the entire thing. Then I saw you returning jeans at the mall, and you were shopping for baby clothes so I thought…” He trailed off.

“You kept bailing on me, and I saw you with that random blonde chick that one time so I thought you had a girlfriend and didn’t want to hang out with me anymore.” You stated.

“You had a one night stand, which solidified that you didn’t have feelings for me so then I started-” It wasn’t until the words left his mouth he realized what he said.

“You like me?” You said, shocked.

“Yeah but you don’t like me back.” He stated, which resulted in you punching him in the shoulder.

“You are an absolute fucking idiot. I like you too, stupid.” You said, cracking a grin at him.

“Wh-” He didn’t even finish his sentence because he was confused.

“Why do you think I ignored you? I thought you dropped me for some other girl,” you said.

Having the words click with Steve, he pulled you into his arms, “God, we are horrible at communication.”

You wrapped your arms around him, “How about we get takeout and establish our relationship?”

“Of course,” he said, leaning in to kiss you.

You closed the gap and connected your lips to his, moving in complete harmony. The both of you pulled away when you both needed air. But the moment he pulled away, he planted kisses all over your face. Which resulted in giggles erupting from you.

“I hope you have a gift receipt for that,” you said, notioning to the bag filled with baby clothes and other necessities.

He buried his face into your hair and let out a groan, “Don’t remind me.”