no im done now okay

Why can’t you love yourself?
I’m just a useless seventh wheel.

kinda vent kinda not this is a mess

6

That’s definitely not the first thing that should have come to mind, Kuroo

(tho it looks like no one really minds

aside from bokuto that is)

I’m Having A Kid? (Jefferson x Reader)

Words: More than 3, less than 10,000

Request: 16 34 36 120 Mistake or happy ending for Jefferson? @sorry-but-no-sorry

16- Come back to bed 34- Do you think it’s possible…that I might be…pregnant? 36- Does he know about the baby? 120- I made a mistake.

A/N: enjoy yall


Jefferson and you had an odd relationship. Some people called it “Friends with Benefits”, and other used not so nice vocabulary. Jefferson never used the word lover around you, and you never used the word boyfriend around him. That’s just how things were between the both of you. It was a casual relationship, and you two never talked about sex outside of the bedroom (and kitchen, and dining room, and car, and bathroom, but that was beside the point). Did you have feelings for him?

One hundred times yes. You loved him, more than anyone you have ever been with before. But he never said I love you, and you didn’t dare to let those words slip out of your mouth. You almost said it once, but quickly changed up the sentence.

“What? You love what?”

“I love that you wear nothing but underwear when we sleep together. Come back to bed, everything’s fine.” You said, ignoring his questioning stare.

Jefferson didn’t notice a thing. The only thing that would mess everything up is if you did tell him you loved him. When this relationship began, that was your promise to each other. You promised that there were no strings attached, that you two would never fall in love with each other. And you two swore that if the other began to develop feelings, it would end immediately.

Jefferson was a playboy, indeed. Not as much as your friend, Mulligan, but pretty close. He would flirt with various people when you two went shopping, and you didn’t care. At least not until now. Not until you realize that you loved the curly-haired, tall, and self-absorbed jerk. You used to flirt in front of him too. Just to let him know that you two weren’t a thing. That you would never be a thing.

But as you stared at the two red bars on the pregnancy test in your hands, you weren’t at all sure that was true. Your hands were shaking. This had to be the fifth one that you took. You needed to go to a gynecologist to make sure, but these things had a 99% positive rate. You were screwed, indeed.

Your friend, Angelica, stood next to you, staring all all the empty boxes and tests scattered around the bathroom. You didn’t know what to do. You took every pill, you two had every contraceptive that you could think of. How could this happen?

Angelica touched your shoulder, and you looked up at her, tears in your eyes. “Do you think it’s possible… that I might be pregnant? I took every precaution, I did everything I was supposed to do! I never skipped a pill, never.” She kissed your forehead.

“Shh, honey, it’s okay. This happens sometimes, the condoms and pills aren’t always one hundred percent successful. You’ll be a great mother.” Mother. You didn’t even know enough, you knew you didn’t know enough to become a mother. You weren’t eating healthy, you were not exercising properly. The baby…

“Angelica, I can’t do this. I can’t.” You were panicking, your chest tightening. “What would Thomas say when he finds out? Oh no, he’s going to hate me, he’s going to run away from this. My child isn’t going to have a father-“

“Y/N! Get a hold of yourself. We still have to make sure the tests were right, don’t panic yet until we go to the doctor.” She looked at your cell phone on the floor, “do you want me to call Thomas, to let him know what’s going on?” You shook your head quickly.

“No, no don’t, please don’t. Give me some time to figure this out, Ang. I’ll tell him if the test comes out positive.” Angelica gave you a wary look, but nodded.

“Okay. I’ll go with you.


You were pregnant.

It wasn’t a joke.

This isn’t some dream.

You have a human being inside of you.

You ran into Thomas every day at work. He always smiled at you, conversations about random tops. You felt guilty, you knew you should tell him. You knew you should tell him that half of him is growing inside of you. He did notice something strange about you.

Your symptoms were kicking in. You were constantly running to the bathroom, craving the most abnormal combinations ever (even dirt seemed to look delectable to you). He questioned why you were acting so weird, but you avoided the topics. Angelica grabbed your arm one day, pulling you into a back closet. You groaned, holding your arm.

“What the hell-“

“Have you told him? Does he know about the baby?” You began to cry, and Angelica shushed you, glancing behind to see if anyone was out there.

“No, I just, I don’t know why I’m crying… I’m not even sad.” You cried, sniffling.

“I don’t know maybe it’s because you’re pregnant, you idiot.” You cried even louder at her words, and she placed her hand over your mouth, glaring at you. “If you don’t shut up right now then everyone would know. Y/N, you have to tell him. If you don’t, I will.” She threatened, holding out her handkerchief to you. You took it out of her hands, thanking her.

“I’ll do it right now.” You turned, beginning to open the closet. Your head bumped into a solid chest, and you looked up. Thomas stood there, concerned. You heart began to beat faster, and you touched your stomach. “Uh, hi Thomas.”

“Hi.” He said, looking at your tear strained cheeks. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He glanced behind you, looking at a smiling Angelica. “Did, did I just walk into a crying fest? Should I go?” You shook your head, pulling him away into a conference room. “What’s going on-“

“God, Thomas. Can you just stop talking, for one second?” You closed the door behind the two of you, locking it. You turned back to Thomas, seeing a small smirk on his face. You frowned. This was not the time.

“You really want to do this in the middle of the office?” Honestly, you did. Every time you walked by him or he touched you, even just a bump, you wanted to jump his bones. Especially with that stupid smile on his face. You held back your hormones with all your might, and began to talk.

I made a mistake.”

He looked at your serious expression, and the smile slipped off his face, until he looked more confused. “What are you talking about?” You took a deep breath, sitting down. Your chest has grown at least two sizes, so your back was not accustomed to the additional weight. And you noticed a small pudge on your belly. It’s only been a few weeks, and you already feel like you were nine months pregnant.

And you weren’t going to get started on the nausea.

“Thomas, remember when we said that we promise to tell each other anything?” You said, and you felt his nervousness rub off on you. He adjusted his stance.

“Yes, why?”

“I’ve been lying to you for a few weeks now.” He frowned, looking at you. After a few seconds, his frown went away, and he nodded slowly, examining you.

“There must be a reason, Y/N. Just tell me, I’ll be fine.”

“I, I went to the gynecologist a few weeks ago. She told me that I was pregnant. Thomas, I’m pregnant.” He froze, his eyes widening. He looked at your hand on your belly, recognition in his eyes. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I, we, promised that our relationship had no strings attached. And I am giving you a fucking rope. I am giving you this huge responsibility, and I didn’t tell you until now.” Your eyes began to water again, and Thomas walked over to you, crouching down next to you.

“You, I’m, I’m having a kid?” You nodded, scared of his reaction. What you didn’t expect was for his hands to touch your stomach, a small, nervous smile on his lips. He closed his eyes, kissing your stomach softly.

You smiled, the tears drying up rather quickly. You hated these swings of emotions, but the pure wonder in Thomas’s eyes made it seem worth it. He looked up at you. “No wonder. I knew your boobs were getting bigger. This is why you avoided me, all this time?”

“I’m so sorry, Thomas, I was just so nervous and you said that we couldn’t fall in love and this was ten times worse and I just-“Thomas pressed his lips against yours, shutting you up. You kissed him back, and he pulled away, a dorky grin on his face.

“We are both lying if we say that we don’t love each other. You even said it to me before. Don’t think I don’t remember.” You recalled the incident, and blushed. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve just been waiting for you to say it to me.” You rolled your eyes at him.

He pulled you into a hug, and you groaned at his chest pressing against yours. Your breasts were tender, and even a slight poke ached. He quickly let go of you, a sorrowful look in his face.

“Sorry,” he touched your belly again, “is it a boy or girl?”

“The appointment’s in a few days. Do you wanna-“

“Hell yes, I do. I’ll drive, you don’t need to do anything. Actually, no, you do. Tell me everything, tell me every appointment and sleep over at my house so I could help you through this.” You smiled at his enthusiasm. “I’m going to be a dad, Y/N. I can’t believe it.” He kissed you again.

“I love you, Thomas Jefferson.” You whispered, and he looked at you.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

for @froggie-fran, the Enabler ™ of Things.

RFA as text messages from 404

So i mean its totally possible i got the idea from my lovely friend over at @misspeggy-longleggy i mean psh no its totally original kiDDING but hey i love you my friend you’re so smart <3 <3 <3 so y’all should check her original one!!!!!

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