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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.”

anonymous asked:

I've been shipping Bughead since I was a little kid reading the comics and I honestly never thought I would ever see anyone else shipping them. But now words can't even describe how excited I am! Even though there are lots of people who will try to bring the ship down and talk badly about it, I've been waiting 10+ years for this! It's so nice to know there are other people out there who have loved this seemingly impossible ship too!

Wow that’s amazing! I can’t imagine the satisfaction you must feel. You said it all anon! :) 

I’m honestly so happy that this ship has such a great camaraderie. All of you seem so lovely! <3 

Cats & Coffee

Commission for @roxychild94! Thank you so much for helping me with my trip, dear! You’re a real gem :) 

coffee shop!au


characters: natsu, lucy, gajeel, rogue, exceeds

pairing: nalu

rating: k

type: fluff one-shot

word count: 931


“What do you want today?” Natsu would always ask, and Lucy’s answer was always the same.

“Small Christmas Tree, please,” she would reply, and Natsu began to mix up the green tea drink with a shot of raspberry, peppermint, and vanilla.

“If you got coffee you’d be more awake for your exams, you know,” he teased, and she pouted.

“I don’t know how people can drink that stuff,” she said, and as he handed her the drink he grinned.

“I’ve been drinking it since I was twelve. Your tastebuds kind of die after that,” Natsu said, slurping his own coffee as she drank her tea.

“Obviously,” she said before taking a sip, paying him and popping a tip in the jar before walking out the door. “Have a nice day, Natsu!”

Her smile shocked him. “Yeah,” he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck, “you too.”

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Bad Boy!Jimin

And now for our Busan prince, the actual ray of sunshine, Chim aka Park Jimin

  • Bad boy!Jimin as a father (here)
  • Time for visuals bc I love this part
  • Has an eyebrow piercing, maybe a lip piercing and of course, a few in his ears
  • Has a tattoo on his ribcage and another down his side (basically mama 2014)
  • He’s one of the more social members (he’s tied with Taehyung for being the most social)
  • Most people see him as the nicest bc he always smiles at people and will let them tease him (only if it’s playfully though)
  • But sometimes they mistake his kindness as a sign of weakness and take their jokes too far and then it’s like surprise Jimin’s actually the fighter of the group
  • We all know how amazing chim’s arms are and judging off of Danger, kid can throw a punch and he isn’t afraid to confirm that
  • He’s s o protective over his friends like he’ll take playful teasing about himself but no one can even think about teasing any of the others or else they’d have a very pissed off Jimin to deal with
  • You and Chim are the only ones that know how you two met and Jimin always just says “oh we had a few classes together” but that’s not how you two actually come face to face
  • You’re an exchange student and you’re still working on your Korean but some people aren’t very understanding about having to deal with schoolwork and learning a new language at the same time
  • You somehow piss off a group of girls by mispronouncing something which leads to them whining about it to their boyfriends and they all decide to corner you after school
  • No one else is there and it's six against one so you really have no choice but to hope they leave or someone walks by  
  • Thankfully, just as one of the boys throws your bag across the hallway, Jimin comes over bc he heard noises and wanted to make sure one of his boys didn’t need his help in a fight
  • But he just sees you being surrounded with your back against the lockers and it’s quite obvious you can’t keep up with everything they’re saying bc they’re all speaking at once and they’re talking too quickly but Jimin can make out some not so nice words that shouldn’t be said about anyone let alone the new student who barely spoke Korean
  • Jimin might have been a bad boy but he wasn’t an asshole so he just pushes his way in between you and the boy who threw your bag
  • You’re a bit confused bc all you can see is the back of his shoulders and like you’d never really seen him before besides a few looks in class
  • He just calmly asks if there’s a problem and this isn’t the first time Jimin’s confronted this kid bc he’d also tried to do the exact same thing to him
  • The guy remembers Jimin very clearly and tries to play it cool by saying they were just leaving but before he can leave Jimin grabs his arms and whispers something but you can’t hear it
  • “If I catch you around Y/N again, I won’t let you go so easily”
  • After they leave, the first thing he does is ask if you’re okay
  • He moves your hair back and is tilting your head this way and that to make sure you don’t have any injuries bc honestly if you did he’d probably chase the kid down
  • You’re still super confused so you just nod your head and then he starts picking up all of the things that had fallen out of your bag as you stand there and watch bc why is the infamous bad boy helping you
  • He hands your bag back to you and walks you to your car to make sure they didn’t try to come back again when he wasn’t around
  • You finally calm down enough to tell him thank you and you can’t help but hug him bc now you’re realizing he helped you purely just bc he was a nice guy underneath the leather and glares
  • This time he’s the one that gets all confused bc he’s never been in this situation before but he eventually hugs you back
  • That starts a relationship no one knew would happen
  • It starts slowly at first, greetings whenever you see each other then he starts walking you to your car after school then he somehow ends up becoming your personal Korean tutor
  • He’s really patient and sometimes brings over Namjoon to help with translations but it’s normally just him
  • He always makes sure to speak slowly so you can pick up the words and honestly he teaches you more in one lesson then you’d learned in the entire month of trying to teach yourself
  • Namjoon’s really the only one that knows you two are something in between friends and a couple and is constantly telling Jimin to just bridge the gap bc you obviously like him and anyone can tell Chim likes you
  • When he does finally ask you to be his he’s s o nervous
  • He’d come over for another study session and he wouldn’t stop fidgeting with his rings and you notice right away and ask him what’s wrong
  • He kinda stutters out a “I like you a lot” and he’s so ??? bc since when does Park Jimin have issues flirting
  • But his nerves are quickly out the window once he sees you smile bc he could never be anything other than happy when you smiled at him
  • You don’t really say anything but you just lean in and kiss him and he figures it’s safe to say that’s a way of saying “I like you too”
  • You meet the rest of the boys a month into the relationship
  • Jimin’s the partier of the boys and is always asking you to come with him and the one time you do cave in and go, he has the boys waiting for him
  • You’ve only seen them from across the room or just in the hallways but you’ve never spoken to them
  • They do look lowkey scary bc they’re all dressed in head to toe black and all of them have piercings and some have tattoos and they just give off this vibe that says “come too close and you lose a finger”
  • When Jimin walks in, he throws his arm over your shoulders and keeps you glued to his side so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd that’s greeting him 
  • He’s greeting people left and right and he finally makes his way over to the boys
  • He introduces you as “my bby” and you’re just being stared at by 6 boys for a minute straight
  • Taehyung’s the first to break the silence with a “finally, he never shuts up about you”
  • They warm up to you pretty quickly tbh
  • Once they realize you’re not gonna hurt their lil Chim, you’re cool with them
  • Despite being this “bad boy” he’s actually just a total sweetheart
  • He lends you his jacket one night bc it’s cold and it smells like his cologne and he lets you keep it and it becomes your most used jacket bc it’s so warm and big on you
  • One day, you two are cuddled up on your couch, some movie Jimin had put on playing in the background but you’re honestly too focused on playing with his hair to watch it
  • He casually takes your hand and slides this simple ring onto it and you’re kinda ??? bc okay then
  • You notice he has a ring that looks identical to the one he’d just given you
  • “Really Jimin? Couple rings?”
  • He’s actually really proud of your lil matching rings bc sometimes people point them out and he always gets to say that you’re his and it never fails to make that precious smile appear on his face
  • He’s an avid supporter of skinship and never fails to shower you in love and affection
  • He basically just falls for you super quickly and isn’t ashamed to say it
After Effects: 10k imagine

I didn’t find the group, I didn’t really want a group, but the group found me. Since day 1 I have been absolutely alone during this apocalypse. Traveling to where then were no Z’s, town to town. Sometimes there’s been times where I stayed at survival towns or traveling with a group. But it never lasts. People die, that’s just how it is now. There no point in making friends. 

Well that was what I thought until I met them. They willing brought me along with them, gave me food and water, provided safely for me.

I have been with them for a few weeks now, a month the most. They still seemed a little hesitant around me but who wouldn’t blame them. I could hardly trust them at first, but now I only see the good in them.

Addy has been the one how was the closest to me. The one who forced the group to keep me around, saying there’s power in numbers. Warren doesn’t mind me, only agrees that it’s better to have more manpower. 10k seemed to be on eggshells around me. He was shy, his awkward self but he always seemed to be more shy and more awkward around me.  The rest of the group didn’t seem to mind or care that I tagged along with them.

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I'm Sorry (Draco Malfoy Imagine)

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Requested- Can you do a Draco Malfoy imagine when he’s always been really horrible to you and after the years one day he sees you crying because he’s constantly mean to you and he admits his feelings for you but you’re too angry to forgive him so he fights for you and eventually you forgive him and then become a couple? Love your imagines!

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Draco Malfoy was always as rude as anyone could possibly be. He was especially mean to you, though you never knew why. You hated being looked down, so you never showed any weakness towards his remarks. But it seemed like he would never stop taunting you.

“Wearing new robes, huh? Don’t bother, you couldn’t look any worse than you already are.” Draco walked passed you and bumped you right into your shoulder, causing your books to fall on the ground. You said nothing and rolled your eyes as you tried to pick them up. 

“Well then keep your eyes off me, arsehole.” You stepped away and found your way back into your dorm. You looked into the mirror, glancing at your reflection. Your robes looked perfectly fine, so did you. Sighing, you sat down on your bed and threw your books on the floor. Why does he have to be like this? You thought. 

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Draco X Reader: Whatever

“I’m not trying to upset you! I just wanted to know why you always have to be so mean to my friends!” I cried.

“I’m your friend!” He yelled back.

“I never said you weren’t! But you know I’ve been friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione since first year and you can’t blame me for being mad when you go around insulting them all the time!”

“Well you know I’ve been Potter’s enemy since first year! It almost seems like you’re trying to cause drama!”

“Puh-lease!” I scoffed. “If anyone’s causing drama, it’s you! Maybe I wouldn’t be so mad if you could leave them alone once in awhile!”

“Whatever, (Y/N),” he said, plopping down on the leather couch in front of the roaring fire. He was absolutely exasperated, but so was I.

See, I’ve hated Draco since first year, but this year, we were partnered up for a Potions assignment, and once I started working with him, I realized he wasn’t all that bad. I started hanging around him and his cronies, who weren’t so nice to my other friends. Sometimes, it seemed almost like Draco didn’t want me to have any other friends but him, which got on my nerves. This was by far the worst fight we’d ever had. I crossed my arms and stomped away to my dormitory.

I sat in front of the window for a few minutes, looking out at the grassy grounds. Suddenly, the door burst open and Pansy bounded in, belly-flopping onto her bed.

“What did you do? Draco’s really upset.” She almost sounded happy. After all, she loved a fair bit of drama every now and again.

“Doesn’t matter,” I mumbled. She frowned, picked up a magazine, and left to find her fill of drama elsewhere. The door closed behind her and I found myself alone once again. That’s when I heard a quiet ‘mew’ beside me. I turned to find my cat, S’more, sitting beside me.

I smiled, running a hand along her back. She seemed to smile and rested her head in my lap. I started the play with the dark yellow and light brown patches across her white fur, which had earned her the name S’more when I got her a year and a half earlier.

A week later, we were on the train home for the summer. S’more sat in my lap as I told Harry, Ron and Hermione all about the fight I’d had with Draco.

“Thanks for sticking up for us, (Y/N), but honestly, it’s not even worth it,” Harry said.

“Yeah,” agreed Hermione. “He’ll never understand. To him, we’re just inferior. That’s all we’ll ever be.”

“Aww, Mione,” I said.

“Don’t feel bad for us!” Ron said. “If anything, we feel bad for you!”

“Why?” I asked.

“We’re free for now, but you have to see him this summer,” he replied, shoving a chocolate frog in his mouth.

He was right! I’d forgotten. Our parents worked together and we usually spent a lot of time at each other’s houses or at the ministry. Before we’d become friendly, I ignored Draco. Now, though, our parents were aware of our blossoming friendship and would be suspicious if we didn’t speak to each other.

When I got home, I was informed that my parents and I were invited to a dinner party at none other than the Malfoy’s manor the next week, and this usually meant the other Slytherin kids would be there, too, as their parents were usually invited. Of course. But over the course of a week, a lot had happened.

“What?! What do you mean, S’more is…”

“Sweetheart, there was nothing we could do,” Father explained. Quite apparently, my cat had escaped the confines of our manor and ran into the woods, only to return days later with a fatal snakebite. She was gone. I felt hot tears in my eyes. My best friend…

I’d found out the day of the dinner party and almost refused to go, but my parents made me. I wasn’t in the mood for socializing, so I did dress up, but I was quiet the entire time.

I felt Draco stare at me the whole time. None of my other friends noticed my mood, but he could sense something no one else could… And it drove me crazy. He was the only one I didn’t want to speak to, but at the same time, he was the only one I had.

After dinner, he made his way over to me.

“What’s up?” He whispered. I scoffed.

“Like you care.”

“Of course I care.” This caught me off guard. I looked into his eyes, which were filled with concern. I felt flattered… Special. He was never this nice to anyone, let alone would he admit that he actually cared about something.

“S’more died,” I felt the words leave my mouth, but I had no recollection of processing them. He looked down. I knew if I were anyone else, he would have laughed, but he knew how much S’more meant to me.

“Oh,” was all he said, but I knew what he meant. He was sorry, but he would never say it.

“Yeah.”

Feeling like there was nothing more to add to the conversation, I turned on my heel and walked away.

The rest of the summer was fraught with this uncomfortable awkwardness. I usually stayed away from him at parties. I was still upset about my beloved cat when the first day of school came.

I bid my parents goodbye and boarded the train. I sat by myself and looked out at the rain, almost like teardrops cascading down the glass. Mere minutes after the train started moving, I heard the compartment door slide open. Assuming it was just someone who needed a place to sit, I ignored them.

Then, I felt something warm fall onto my lap. I looked down to find the fluffiest black kitten you could imagine with huge ears, which were perked up, staring at me. My jaw dropped and I looked up at the person who’d given it to me.

Draco stood there, a pink tinge to his pale cheeks. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and avoided eye contact.

“You dork,” I said, and he smiled.

“You’re welcome,” he said teasingly.

“Thank you, Draco,” I said genuinely as he sat next to me.

“Can you stop being so depressing now?” He asked. I pretended to consider and then nodded. “Good. Her name is Charcoal… Cuz… Ya know, she’s black.”

“Yeah, I could work that out, doofus,” I said.

“I’m not a doofus, you are!” He smirked.

“Whatever, Draco.”

“Whatever, (Y/N).”

A/N: I’m sorry this one is so short, but I thought it was cute. :)
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”Fisher made no secret of the fact that she was almost overwhelmed when she first set eyes on Harrison Ford. ‘You look at Harrison and you listen; he looks like he’s carrying a gun even if he isn’t. He’s this incredibly attractive male animal, in every sense of the word. This carpenter stud…’ she said. And: ‘I’ve never had that same impression of anyone else in my life. I knew he was going to be a star–someone on the order of Tracy or Bogart.’ Harrison and Fisher became inseparable on the set. Fisher, already on the verge of a drug problem that would driver her to the edge of self-destruction, smoked marijuana openly. Harrison, according to some, joined her. ‘They had a nice little relationship going there. Whenever anyone couldn’t find Harrison, you’d say, ‘Have you tried Carrie Fisher’s changing room?’ recalled Dave Prowse.” Fisher’s sense of humor, even at 19, made her a bone-dry doppelgänger for her leading man. ‘Those two were always going to get on,’ said Fred Roos. ‘They have the same cynical, jaded view of the world.’”

FALL - pt. 1

(40’s Bucky x Reader)

Warnings: mild language

(A/N: I know the first chunk of content in this chapter makes it seem like a Steve x Reader, but trust me, this IS a Bucky fic. Happy reading!)

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Steve and Bucky lived together in a tiny apartment near the water. To be honest, it was quite shabby: wallpaper peeling off the walls, ugly moth-eaten lace curtains, drab furniture that was due to fall apart any day now. Nevertheless, the sunlight streaming in through the windows on Sunday afternoons and Steve’s drawings tacked onto the walls made the place feel like home. That was enough.

On this particular night, Steve was walking you home from the local dance hall when you’d decided to stop by their little place. You hoped your mother wouldn’t find out you’d gone home alone with a man, even if you’d known Steve for years.

“Think of how the neighbours would talk, (Y/N)! It’s scandalous, a lady spending the night in a young mans home! Honestly!“

You scoffed at your mothers voice in your head. Steve wasn’t like that. He was ten times the gentleman than any of those army bastards were. You hoped your mother could hear you cursing too. Steve never judged you for things like that, told you it was unladylike for a woman to curse. He was always sweet and kind, courteous and utterly respectful. Truth be told, you often wondered why your heart had betrayed you and not allowed you to fall in love with the sweet boy who’d slowly but surely become your best friend.

That was exactly what you’d wanted to ask Steve about, the reason you were wandering back to his home on a dark Brooklyn night. Your stubborn heart had fallen for the most troublesome candidate it could find: James Barnes.

He was cocky, confident, brave and not ashamed to pick a fight with anyone he thought was being a real jerk. He was also incredibly flirty and didn’t care much for serious commitments. By all accounts, you should’ve hated him. And yet…. You didn’t. For all his rash bravado and flirty ways, there was a soft, genuine side to James that had snagged you hook, line and sinker.

You’d fallen for the way he always stood up for Steve when people were picking on him, even danced with him once when a big group of girls all rejected him at once. He’d made a big show about it too. Everyone laughed at poor Steve’s surprised face when Bucky flung him around the room like a rag doll. James Barnes was an all-or-nothing kind of man. He was making damn sure everyone knew that you don’t hurt Steve Rogers like that and get away with it.

You were enamoured with the way Bucky acted when he went to visit his mother and three younger sisters. Always kind but never condescending. He treated them like they were the most precious things in the whole world to him…. because they were. He’d kiss them all on the cheek and apologize that he couldn’t afford to buy them flowers. His mother would smile and simply say she was happy to have him safe at home. The Barnes household was always warm and welcoming. You wished someday you could be a part of it.

Bucky Barnes had stolen your heart and you hated him for it. Those stupid, piercing blue eyes and smile that made you feel like you were flying. The warmth and smell of faint cologne on his jacket when he lent it to you on cold nights. Stupid, idiot, jackass James Buchanan Barnes.

“(Y/N)?” Steve interrupted your thoughts.

Huh?”

“We’re here.” You looked up and sure enough, there was their door, right in front of your nose.

“Oh,” you simply said, moving aside so Steve could unlock the door. He looked at you, a concerned light in his eyes as he turned the doorknob.

“(Y/N), are you ok? You haven’t said a word since we left the dance hall. Did something happen?”

Typical Steve, always looking out for others above himself. You sighed painfully as you walked into his home and plopped yourself down on a wooden chair. “No, Steve. Nothing happened. Nothing happened AT ALL.” That last bit came out as an angry grumble. You crossed your arms and huffed in frustration.

Steve’s eyebrows knit in confusion and he quickly locked the door, turned on the light and sat down at the kitchen table across from you. “Hang on, hang on…. You’re upset because….. nothing happened?” This was making no sense.

“Yes, Steve, I’m upset because nothing happened. There was someone I really wanted to dance with tonight but they were already there with another girl. I should’ve known…” You growled, “what a jerk.”

Steve swallowed a gasp. He wasn’t sure what to say. “Oh…. Gosh, that’s awful (Y/N).” He reached out to hold your hand, making sure you were ok. “If…. If you don’t mind me asking…. Who stood you up? Do I know the guy? Maybe I can beat him up for you,” he chuckled. Your face betrayed the ghost of a smile.

“Thanks, Steve. But you’d never wanna beat up this guy. Not in a million years.”

“Huh?”

You took a shuddering breath. “Steve, I…. I think that I’m in love. Well, perhaps. I mean….. I really have no idea. What would I know about love anyways? Sad little girl nobody wants to dance with, huh?” The anger you felt moments before was quickly being replaced with a deep, heartfelt sadness. Steve clasped your hand tightly.

“(Y/N), never ever say you’re just some nobody. You’re probably the only girl who’s ever truly been nice to me. You’re sweet and kind and you got almost as much stubborn spunk as me. Any man would be lucky to have a dame like you on his arm.”

“Steve, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” You were starting to cry now. Steve smiled gently.

“I meant every word, (Y/N). Now I’m asking you as your friend, who’s the punk that made you hurt so badly?” You looked up through blurry vision at Steve, blue eyes shining with compassion. You cleared your throat and spoke in a shaky whisper, like the room would explode if you were any louder,

“Steve…… I think I might be in love with Bucky.”

Steve’s eyes widened. A gasp drew past his lips and he drummed a rhythm on the table with his fingertips. He wasn’t prepared for this. Bucky was his best friend but so were you. He didn’t want to hurt either of you. “Oh….. Well (Y/N), I’m sure Bucky didn’t mean anything by it. You know how he is around girls. It’s never anything serious in his eyes, he’s just a hopeless flirt.”

“I know he is, Steve…. and that makes it worse. He’s such a charmer around all those other girls. But who could blame him? They’re all beautiful, they look like film stars! What would Bucky ever see in me? I’m nobody like Gene Tierney or Katharine Hepburn. I’m no bombshell of a woman, Steve. Bucky will find some little red-haired thing and run off to get married. They’ll have a few kids with gorgeous blue eyes just like his….. and he’ll never even remember me,” you finished softly.

An uncomfortable silence followed your outpouring of emotion. A clock ticking somewhere was the only indication time hadn’t frozen completely.

“I had no idea you felt that way, (Y/N),” Steve murmured. You chuckled.

“You’re not the only one who gets insecure, Stevie.”

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t be either, (Y/N),” Steve said, starting to stand up. “You’ve got something those other girls don’t even understand. You’ve got heart. You’re not afraid to speak your mind when you don’t agree with something and you always want the best for everyone around you. You don’t take flack from anybody and that should include yourself. Bucky needs a girl like you to talk him down from all the stupid hijinx he gets himself into. A real spitfire to stand together with a real idiot.” He drew himself up to his full height, standing proud and true. He looked almost… Heroic in the dim apartment light. You wiped your eyes and looked up at him.

“You really think so, Steve?”

“I do. I want to see my best friends happy and I think that just maybe, it might work. If it doesn’t, you can beat me up.“You can’t help but crack a smile.

“Steve, I don’t want to hurt you!”

“Well, I’d deserve it. And I hear it’s very attractive when a woman can throw a good punch.”

“Oh? And who’d ya hear that from?"You’d started to giggle now. Steve shrugged.

"Alright, maybe I made that last part up. But I’d feel bad if you got hurt because of my dumb advice,” he explained. You nodded.

Alright, so we’re even then.” The both of you chuckled, the mood in the room considerably lighter now.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“Where am I gonna live if you and Bucky get married?” You laughed at him.

“Steve, what are you talking about? We’re not getting married.”

“Not yet, but the last thing I need is to get kicked out on the street so you two can have your honeymoon alone. Or worse, be stuck next door and have to hear all of your shenanigans from my room.” Steve shuddered at the thought. You choked and looked around to make sure no one had heard Steve’s lewd words.

“Steve, I’ve only ever had one kiss and you’re talking about…….. About hanky-panky stuff!” Your voice comes out hoarse. “What if my mother could hear you? She’d have your head on a silver platter!”

Ah, she doesn’t scare me,” Steve brushed off, “besides, you’re the only person I’d ever feel comfortable saying something like that to. I know you won’t be offended. You, me and Buck tease each other all the time, it’s how we work.” You sighed.

“Yeah, yeah it is…. Hey Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to propose something. You don’t have to take it, it’s just a suggestion.” Steve sat down across from you once again.

“Go on, (Y/N), I’m listening,” he laughed.

You smoothed back your hair and took a deep breath. “Right…. So let’s say I get rejected by Bucky. Just in this case, because I really hope I don’t, but let’s say that I do.” Steve nodded and urged you to continue. You were just now grasping the absurdity of your plan and it made you very nervous. Another deep breath.

“I propose that if neither of us are attached in 5 years time, we bunker down and just marry each other. I don’t wanna keep looking for someone forever and I’m sure you don’t either. It wouldn’t need to be anything grand or romantic, it would just be so we could live together peacefully without my mother having a fit. If I never find the love of my life, I at least know I’d be happy sharing a home with my best friend. Is that alright? We don’t need kids or anything, I never wanted kids much anyways. It would just be two people in one house, happy. That’s all I’d ever ask for.”

This is a big request and you know it. You wouldn’t ask it of him if you weren’t completely comfortable talking to him about it. Steve muttered a soft “wow” and looked up at the ceiling. Could he do it? Settle down and get married? He’d really want to try and find the right partner for something like that first. But if he couldn’t….. Well, he wasn’t getting any younger. He pursed his lips.

“Five years first?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Oh yes,” you smirked devilishly. “I’m not ready to settle for you just yet, Rogers.” Steve raised his eyebrows, accepting your challenge.

Is that so? Well, I’m not ready to settle for you yet either, (L/N).” You laughed loudly, sides starting to hurt after a while. Steve eventually joined in until the two of you were laughing like maniacs in the tiny apartment. When the two of you finally managed to catch your breath, you looked up at Steve through blurry vision once again.

“So…. do you really think I’ve got a chance with Bucky?” You ask, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach. Steve held your hand in his. It was cold and clammy, but still comforting nonetheless.

“You never know until you try, (Y/N).” You nodded and stood up, ready to go home.

“Thank you, Steve. I mean it. You’re a good man.” He blushed at your compliment.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he murmured.

Just then, a familiar voice at the door made your heart race. “Hello? Anyone home yet?” Bucky asked, fumbling for the keys.

“Yeah, I’m home,” Steve answered. The door swung open and Bucky stepped in from the chilly night.

Really, Steve, you couldn’t even unlock the door for me? How rude can somebody–” he turned around to see you standing at his kitchen with your coat half on. “–Get….?” He finished, closing the door behind him. “I’m sorry, did I miss something?” He asked, hoping he hadn’t just interrupted anything important. You shrug your coat on and cough.

“Oh no! Steve and I were just talking about…. Things. Right, Steve?” You glanced at him, hoping he’d cover you.

“Huh? Oh yeah, just talking. Nothing major league. (Y/N) was just about to go home, right?"You picked up your purse to leave.

"Yes, I was, actually. Thank you for having me, Steve. Goodnight, boys!” You shouted, reaching for the doorknob. Bucky grabbed your wrist before you could leave and the unexpected contact made your breath hitch in your throat.

“(Y/N), don’t be ridiculous, it’s nearly midnight. You don’t want to be walking home by yourself.”

“Bucky please, I can manage,” you protested, trying to wrench free of his grip.

“Please let us walk you home, (Y/N). Steve and I would be happy to. Right, Steve?” He turned to glance at his friend, letting go of your wrist. Steve smirked.

“Actually, Buck, I’m pretty tired. I think I’ll hit the sack and try to get some rest now. Besides, you’re strong enough for the both of us, you can manage.” Bucky was shocked; Steve had never acted this way before. What had happened between you two?

“Steve, what are you talking about? Are you feeling alright? It’s not like you to–”

“I’m fine, Buck. I just think (Y/N) has something she wants to tell you. Goodnight!” With those words, Steve shut the door to his room and left you standing alone with Bucky.

“That little punk! Steven Grant Rogers, you get back here right this instant! Steve? Steve!” You shouted, storming over to Steve’s room before Bucky caught you around the waist. Damnit.

“Hey, hey, hey. Let’s not fight,” he soothed. “Let’s just get you home, yeah? Your mother is probably worried sick about you.” You sighed. He was probably right. The two of you walked out into the night together, grateful it would only take a few blocks to reach your house.

You walked in silence for a while until Bucky cleared his throat. “Hey (Y/N)? Were you and Steve having a fight? Cause I don’t want you two to be at each others throats whenever we try to have a civil conversation.”

“What?” You stammered. “Oh no, nothing like that. Steve was just giving me advice on a problem I’ve been having, that’s all.”

“Yeah, he mentioned that you had something to tell me. What is it?” You’d never hated Steve Rogers more in your life than you did in that moment. What were you supposed to say?

“Oh uh, I don’t know. It’s sort of embarrassing.” Well that wasn’t a /complete/ lie, at least. Bucky turned towards you with a light smile.

Come on, darling, you can tell me anything. What’s bothering you?” Jeepers, was he deliberately trying to make you suffer? You looked up at the road ahead of you. A couple more blocks and you’d be home. You were running out of time. Deep breaths, (Y/N), deep breaths.

“Alright. I…. I’m sorry if I embarrass you, Bucky. I know I’m not the prettiest or the most "ladylike” and I know people wonder why you hang around with me and Steve and honestly it’s ok if you’d rather not be around me. I’ll understand.“ That last part dwindled off into a whisper and Bucky stopped in his tracks.

"What would ever make you say that, (Y/N)? His eyes twinkled with concern. You sighed.

"Well, I see you hanging around with these beautiful girls all the time and… I just feel kinda….. Like I don’t belong.” Bucky was in wide-eyed shock. He grasped both your hands in his and leaned over until you were eye to eye.

“(Y/N), don’t you ever say that, alright. You’re a beautiful, wonderful, lovely girl. You’re the only one who’s never afraid to tell me when I’m acting like an idiot or curse like a sailor when you’re angry. You’re not like any girl I’ve ever met and I love that about you,” he smiled, taking your face in his hands. “So don’t ever tell me you don’t belong, ok?” Your breath quivered.

"Ok,” you told him breathlessly. He pulled you in close for a hug. Jeepers, did he smell good. You couldn’t help but sigh when you broke apart. Hugs from Bucky were something you never wanted to end. You walked in comfortable silence for a little while longer.

“Bucky? Do you remember that time Danny Marscapone told me he liked me as a joke and I punched him in front of everyone?” You asked shyly. Bucky broke into genuine peals of laughter.

“Oh yeah! That was great! Danny Marscapone was a real jerk, I don’t know why you ever liked him, (Y/N).” You shrugged.

“The heart wants what the heart wants.” You both chuckled at the memory before you remembered why you’d brought it up.

“Speaking of punches, will you teach me to fight? And Steve too, if he wants. I want to be able to teach people like Danny Marscapone a lesson if something like that ever happens again,” you explained. Bucky groans.

“Come on, (Y/N), I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh yeah? Scared you’ll get beaten, Barnes?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him playfully. He scoffs.

“Well if it’s a challenge like that, then I can’t refuse.” You’d arrived at your house by now. He walked you up to your door. “Alright. Tomorrow afternoon. You, me and Steve. The lot behind our house. I’ll bring the tape.” You beamed.

“It’s a date.” Bucky chuckled.

“Never change, (Y/N).“ He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. "Goodnight.” He sauntered down the stairs of your family’s apartment and glanced back at you with a smile before jogging away into the night. You quickly slipped inside and leaned against your front door.

“He kissed me.” You whispered, smiling. “I can’t believe he kissed me.” Your whole body was buzzing with energetic warmth, skin blazing with heat where his lips had met your cheek. Even as your mother started to shout at you, asking where in the Hell you’d been all night, you didn’t hear her. James Barnes had kissed you and you’d never been happier.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* @missnerdiness @manateeheart here it is! I hope you like it!

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Runaway

Requested by anon

Pairing: Enjolras x reader

Summary: You are the daughter of a rich man, and you ran away months ago to join the revolution. What will happen when your cover slips?

A/N: I am slightly addicted to writing for this guy…oh well

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Originally posted by pleasingpics

(Not my gifs)

The café was filled with cheerful chatter; today’s meeting was over, and everyone’s minds could finally stray to something other than revolution. You were sat with Grantaire and Enjolras, the latter not speaking much as he brooded over who knew what. You paid him little attention, listening to another of Grantaire’s funny stories.
“Listen up! Listen to me!”
The chatter ceased as Gavroche appeared at the top of the stairs, climbing onto a table so he could be seen. Enjolras sat up straighter, frowning at the boy.
“You have news?” he asked. Gavroche nodded.
“Some rich man’s daughter’s missing! They think she’s going to join the fight!”
Your eyes widened, and you looked down at your lap hastily to avoid giving yourself away. Grantaire got to his feet.
“That’s ridiculous. Why would a rich girl join us?”
“Perhaps not all of them are as bad as you would believe,” you said quietly. The dark haired man chuckled.
“Ridiculous,” he repeated. “I bet she’s run off with a servant boy and the family’s too ashamed to say so, so they’ve spun a fancy tale of her being a rebel.”
As the others hummed in agreement, you allowed yourself to release the breath you’d been holding. The truth was, the girl had joined the rebellion. She had joined months ago, after telling her family she was visiting friends far away. It was a miracle that you’d gone this long without them finding out.
You would have to be more careful at speeches and protests now, with half of Paris looking for you. As you sat deep in thought, Enjolras watched you with a frown settling on his face.

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Contraband (Jimin x Reader, Gang!AU) - Chapter 5

So I’ve done that terrible thing where I’ve given you all a load of shitty chapters in a row, sorry :( To be honest I have a problem with my chapters being too long so had to push the actual action back a bit in order to not give you a huge chapter and make you all wait ages for it too. I’ve also been hella busy so didn’t really have time to perfect the next scene, which does finally include more Jimin :’) I hope the little bit of drama at the end is enough to keep you happy until then! As usual, I really do love you all, especially those who have been telling me that you like the series, Likes, reblogs, and messages are always so so appreciated <3 Also I hit 200 followers which is crazy having only had this blog a few weeks so thank you!


Title: Contraband

Member(s): All, Jimin Focus.

Genre: Gang!AU

Word Count: 1619

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10


Taehyung sat in the corner of the room, tears streaming down his face with laughter. Any inch of comfort you had was represented by the scrunched up pile of clothes in the corner of the room. You were getting ready to do what Seokjin had described as ‘being the figurehead of Hoseok’s whores’, and the woolly jumper, circle skirt, and converse that made you who you were, had been discarded to be replaced with something so vulgar it had reduced Tae to tears.

“Seokjin?” You said, sheepishly, as you turned around to look at yourself in the mirror. “I think I need to smaller pair of heels”

“Why? Can’t you walk in them?” He questioned.

“I think it has more to do with the fact that I can see her butt hanging out the bottom of her dress” Tae wheezed, still finding the whole situation hysterical.

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In His Heart

Summary: Katniss isn’t the only one who’s sure things would’ve turned out this way.

Note: When I was trying to figure out what to submit for this day, it took me a while. Then it dawned on me that something I started back in March and had intended to add a final part to might just work. This fits the Canon Locations bill from the original Round 3, but it’s the eighth and final piece to my Round 7 series.

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so i decided to read boruto with my friend (who’s never watched anime in his life) and when we reached this page here

he pointed at sasuke and said ‘wow this lady has nice hair’

my friend, who rarely compliments anyone, said sasuke had NICE HAIR.

sasuke you lucky lady.

I have never ever cried about anything anyone has ever said to or about me on the internet, good or bad. Mean comments go straight out of my head and nice messages are always genuinely appreciated but this is the first time I’m reading messages from you guys and just bawling my eyes out, like wow. Thank you all so much you have no idea how much your words mean to me, it blows me away how loving and sweet you all are. It’s been a privilege getting to meet so many of you and know the face to put with the name as I’m reading these but it just breaks me into a million warm, fuzzy pieces to read these things tonight. You’re all SO KIND, loving, caring and incredible, your hearts are so big and so beautiful. I know you all go through as much as I do, if not more, and you still are so sweet and kind and amazing and I just never want you to be sad at all. Like I am blown away by all this, you guys are SO SWEET <333 this subject is like the deepest thing I struggle with for real and the most sensitive topic for me and one of the only things I feel truly vulnerable about like I can’t even pretend to brush it off. Everything I’m reading is impacting me so much tonight in the best way. You all are such beautiful souls, thank you so much. Normally writing is the healing part for me but tonight, sharing it with you guys and getting to see your responses pretty much sewed me up. Thanks guys :’)))

1,600 Follower Prompt Batch

“I didn’t want an apology. I wanted change.”

“There’s no nicer witch than you.”

“Excuse you. I’m unforgettable.”

“I heard you loud and clear.”

“Don’t change for me. Don’t change for anyone.”

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

“There are so many things wrong with what you just said.”

“I’m absolutely positive that aliens are behind this.”

“I can’t keep still.”

"You just have to choose wisely." 

"If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought they were sleeping.”

“What you were going for was diabolical. What you actually achieved was nowhere near it.”

“The constant beat of your heart is what I’d like to focus on.”

“Wishes are nice, but sometimes they don’t come true for a reason.”

“I honestly don’t want to imagine eight copies of you running around.”

She’s Electric #4

Part one Part two Part three

She’s Electric part four 

I’m not even joking, our fandom is seriously the best! You all seriously know just how to boost my confidence to no ends! Now I think you’ve all figured my birthing knowledge isn’t the best, so bear with yeah? ;)


‘’It’s okay Rachel, just breathe through the pain…’’ the nurse soothed, rubbing Rae’s back in slow circles ‘’That’s it, good girl. Not long now, you’re almost nine centimetres dilated- one more and I think you’ll be ready to push!’’
Rae looked up at the nurse, panic- stricken again through her pain ‘’No! Not yet, I can’t… I can’t do this without Finn’’ Linda brushed Rae’s hair from her eyes, trying to soothe her ‘’Come one love, he’ll be waiting, just as anxious to be in here’’ ‘’That isn’t good enough mum! I need to see him, please- oh fuck’’ another shooting pain coursed through her stomach, cutting her off.
The nurse watched on as Rae held her own, yet she could hear Rae counting under breath and whispering words of encouragement to herself- This boy Finn’s name being included. She looked at Rae for a few moments, weighing up her decision, and when Rae seemed to calm down, her breathing back to normal, the nurse raised an eyebrow.
‘’And… are you sure Finn isn’t the father?’’
‘’We already said he wasn’t, why are you trying to twist the knife?’’ Rae shouted, her eyes wide. However, when she saw the secret smile on her midwife’s face she narrowed them. A few moments passed, and with a knowing look from her new partner in crime, it dawned on her.
‘’I mean… he may have been… it was all very hazy… Wait, now you mention it… I think he is, yeah…’’ Rae grinned. The midwife rolled her eyes, then looked to Linda who was on Rae’s other side.
‘’Go on, go and get him’’

Rae’s smile was infectious, and Linda rushed out to the waiting room with her own grin. Rae thanked the nurse several times, stroking her stomach affectionately.  She couldn’t quite believe how much calmer she was already feeling, knowing Finn would soon be there. She wanted to roll her eyes at herself, knowing how much of a soppy git he was turning her into, but in truth they both knew they felt they were making up for the three years they had lost. Her final year away had been the hardest.

Rae’s summer at home became unbearable once she refused to see Finn, because not only did she miss the friendship they’d rekindled but so did her family. There wasn’t a day where his name wasn’t accidently brought up or Jasmine asked if he was coming over to play- at this she’d almost given in, her sister meant everything to her and the look of disappointment on her little face almost killed Rae. But Rae knew she needed self-preservation. No, she didn’t want to go out with Ben and yes, she wanted more than anything to fall back into Finn’s arms but she couldn’t let herself. In truth, her mental health may have been stable but that was because she was playing safe. She never went absolutely crazy on nights out (apart from when she was with Finn…), always did her assignments as soon as they were given and set herself strict bedtimes to be awake for her lectures on time. She knew there’d be one man that would want to slap her silly for not living her life to the full after everything she’d learnt with him, but as she grew accustomed to standing up on her own feet she felt it safer to play by the book so that she’d never have to fall back on anyone.

Ben seemed happy enough to let Rae be independent, something she worked out on a date night as she visited his hometown during the following Winter.
He had taken her to a restaurant, all high class and fancy (something Rae was never comfortable with but knew Ben did) and he’d requested she dress up- ‘’None of those rubbish band t-shirts and that scruffy jacket please baby’’- and so, as they walked up the high street of Manchester hand in hand from the restaurant, Rae dressed in her favourite burgundy skirt  plain black long sleeved shirt and small heels, she was trying not to rip her hand from his when they heard voices calling from behind them.

‘’Oioi, I’ll have a go next, fat stuff!’’
Rae’s blood ran cold, though she pretended she’d misheard or that it was another conversation nothing to do with her.
‘’Maybe she’d deaf as well as massive, stupid cow’’
‘’Oi! Nice skirt, were you going for the overgrown plum look?’’
Rae rolled her eyes at the unoriginal comments, but was also trying to hold back tears. Nobody had said a word to her in Uni, and as she’d also been too preoccupied having fun with her uni friends she’d never noticed if anyone said anything about her when out. Also, from her years of therapy she knew everything was going to be okay, and began mentally telling herself that she was perfect the way she was. Ben slowed however,  looking over his shoulder trying to make out what they were saying.
‘’I think they’re talking to you Rae…’’ He said, a little shocked and stupidly confused.
He looked at her frowning ‘’Do you know them? Aren’t you going to answer them?’’
‘’Are you serious? They’re being dickheads Ben, can we just go home?’’ she was beginning to lose her temper at his stupidity, and her heartbeat picked up as the lads drew closer, still laughing to themselves about her.
‘’Aw look lads, she’s waiting for us!’’
‘’Hold up, I’m stuck!’’ the one mimed squeezing past her, though she was yards away. This was actually new, apparently there were different jokes for different regions of dickhead. Fed up of them she turned, visibly shaking all over and told them to fuck off, before pulling Ben along.
As the sounds of hoots and laughter fell behind them, Ben was the one to release himself from Rae’s hand (probably at the time she needed it most) and muttered something regarding the word ‘’overreacting’’. As her eyes threatened to spill tears she couldn’t help but remember a very different scenario with bullies, when her period had accidently leaked through to her skirt.

These memories had begun to pop up frequently after this, and the more she made the comparison between the men (something she had refused to do before) the more she physically yearned for Finn again. She was dreaming about him more frequently; the caravan he had set up during a camping trip, all of the records they would swap and bicker about and the times he’d surprise her from work at the record shop with an impromptu date- something fun like a concert or trip to the sea.
Also after that moment in Manchester, Rae had started 
to lose faith in how much Ben actually cared for her and whether it was more he didn’t want to be single. She tried to keep their relationship going, but she’d very often call him Finn by mistake or confuse the times they’d spent together with times she’d spent with Finn. The relationship was a mess, and she found that she was mainly holding on because they were sharing a flat with two others and she didn’t want it to be awkward for them. The action in the bedroom had become non-existent, to be frank, only happening twice more before she could no longer stand it and had to break it off with Ben. 

It had been two weeks till graduation, though they had officially finished Uni so Rae had decided to move her stuff back down to Stanford and then just travel back up for the ceremony. To be fair on him, Ben had helped Rae pack her things and carry them to the moving van- though Rae figured it was more due to the fact he was as eager for her to leave as she was. 
‘’Well, looks like I’m all packed! Good job we still have your bedsheets to sleep on’’ she laughed half-heartedly as she plopped down on his bed. ‘’You sure you don’t mind me sharing your bed?’’
Ben turned from where he was at his desk, smiling ‘’Of course not! Don’t be silly. After all, it’s only one night’’

Ben had always had a thing for sleeping in separate beds, even after they’d had sex he’d get up and go into his own room. Rae had found it strange at first, and it didn’t help her ‘forgetting Finn’ strategy when all she could think about was the way Finn used stroke her hair and pull her close to him as they fell into slumber.
‘’Hey, why are you looking so miserable? Missing me already?’’ Ben chuckled, dropping his pen and coming over to her on the bed. ’’Tell you what, I’ll give you something good to remember’’ He winked. She smiled back at him, and tried hard not to shudder as he began massaging her shoulders. She felt so horrible for feeling this way and would do anything to feel attracted to him- it was just so angering that even now in their most intimate moments she wished it were longer chestnut waves tickling her neck instead of the short, waxy strands brushing up against her. If Rae scrunched her eyes really tight she could almost smell Finn’s cologne, and could almost hear his deep, earthy voice mumbling sweet nothings as he undid her.
In fact, she could it imagine it so well that it made her experience with Ben so much more pleasurable. It made her sick to the stomach to think she had to think of another guy while in bed with her boyfriend, but in that very moment she realised what a fool she’d been for having to think about Finn, when if she’d have opened her eyes she’d have had him in her arms.
Unfortunately Ben was much more focused to their intimacy and so instead of sensing her tense up, he took her pushing away as pulling him closer. He mistook her low, shameful apologies as moans of pleasure and so just as she found the energy to tell him to stop- it was too late and he was coming inside of her (without a bloody condom, she also realised with a sigh).

Afterwards, they’d lay there with as much space on the bed between them as possible, and just as Rae was falling asleep Ben muttered ‘’We’re over, aren’t we?’’
‘’Yes Ben… I’m sorry’’
And for the first and last night ever, Ben and Rae actually cuddled in bed.

Lind had re-entered the room, empty handed and very clearly Finn-less, and Rae couldn’t tell whether she was more upset about that or about letting herself get in this situation in the first place.
‘’Now don’t panic love, but…’’
Of course, this made Rae panic even more. ‘’Where is he?’’
Linda bit her lip and pulled a hand through her hair ‘’Um, I don’t know… but we’re finding him!’’
‘’Finding him?! He left?!’’
‘’No no love’’ Linda rushed to calm her daughter ‘’No, he went for a smoke and we’re just not sure which door he went out. But we will find him! Chloe and Archie and them are looking for him now love, he’ll be here before you know it!’’

Suddenly, at that worst moment Rae felt herself have another contraction, though this time it was different. As she cried out in pain, the midwife ran into the room and grabbed at her hand. Rae fazed out of what the midwife was currently saying to her except hearing the words ‘Fully dilated’ and ‘ready to push’. She couldn’t think, her head beginning to make a white noise that no amount of counting could get rid of and the pain was suddenly too much, feeling as if it were her whole body crying out for relief. There were little shifts in her womb as she felt her baby begin it’s bloody departure from the airport of Rae Earl.

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