#“guys I have an idea and everyone just sat there and agreed this wack ass fanfic was peak fiction ???

[nothingbutimagines]

Everything You Want (Peter Parker)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Cursing, lots of fluff and cliches

Summary: When Y/n breaks up with her ex, she declares to her friends that she will never, by any means, fall in love again. To her surprise, Peter seems to take this as a challenge, trying to win her heart in a mere afternoon.  

Author: Dizzy

A/N: I was on a bit of an unexpected hiatus, but I am here to stay. School and quarantine was kicking my ass and my family is moving halfway across the country so things have been very hectic around here. But, with Falcon and the Winter Solider and me rewatching all the Marvel movies to cope with this wack ass time, I am feeling inspired.

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“That’s it!” You slammed your lunch tray down on the cafeteria table as you huffed and sat down beside MJ. “I’m done with men. I hate love. I’m over it.”

MJ looked over at you and sighed, rolling her eyes. She didn’t believe you, especially since the boy you’d broken up with was the boy you dated not even a week after swearing off men the last time. 

“What are you talking about?” Ned asked before receiving a swift kick from MJ.

“Don’t ask about it.” The girl replied through gritted teeth as she fully turned on the bench to face you. “Y/n, you know I love you, but I can’t help but think you’re being a little rash.”

“Rash?” You scoffed. “You wanna talk about rash? MJ, you broke up with Ethan Brooks in eighth grade because he accidentally stepped on your foot at the winter formal.”

“I know you’re just being harsh because you’re heartbroken, but let’s be real, Y/n, you don’t hate love.” 

“Yes, yes I do. I’m never, ever, ever going to fall in love. I’m not even going to think about it. I now will live in a world of tragedy and heartbreak because love does not exist.”

You stabbed your fork into your mac and cheese aggressively. Maybe MJ was right, you thought, you might have been being a little harsh and you were very heartbroken. 

You had the unfortunate curse of being a romantic, loving the idea of love and anything having to do with a good rom-com. You couldn’t help but fall in love with everyone you’d ever had a romantic moment with. You just loved the experience that came with being in love. 

However, now sitting heartbroken and eating your feelings in mac and cheese, you really really didn’t like the idea of falling in love and would have rather fallen off the face of the earth than like another boy.

MJ sighed heavily, reading your body language and knowing you wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and watch a sad movie. 

“Y/n, I know you’re sad, but look on the bright side, you have more time to hang out with us. We’re going to the movies after school today.” 

You looked between your three friends, smiling shyly. “Thanks, guys, but I really just feel like being alone.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n.” Peter sighed, giving you a nudge with his foot. “I know you secretly want to pig out on popcorn and see that new horror movie.” 

“I don’t think so, Peter. I really don’t feel good.” 

Peter pouted, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Please, Bug, come on. You blew me off last week to go out with Brad and we’re best friends. You owe me one.” 

“I thought we were best friends.” Ned spoke up, earning another swift kick from Peter. “Ow! What is with you guys and abusing me?” 

You smiled, rolling your eyes at your friends. Especially at Peter, who seemed serious enough to use the only face you couldn’t resist and a nickname that always seemed to keep your attention on him. 

“I’ll think about it.” You caved, taking another bite of your food. 

“Don’t think. Just say yes.” 

“Are you seriously going to be pushy right now, Parker?” You raised a brow at him. “I am heartbroken. Sick with sadness.” 

“I’m just saying, the best way to get over someone-”

“Is to get under someone.” Ned stated proudly, cutting Peter off. 

“Ew, no!” Peter gave Ned a light shove. “I was going to say that the best way to get over someone is to be around people who care about you.”

“Or burning his personal belongings before he asks for them back.” MJ added, stealing a fork full of your mac and cheese. “We could always burn Brad’s stuff and roast marshmallows over it.” 

“I like MJ’s idea way better than going to the movies.” You agreed, pointing to the girl beside you while you locked eyes with Peter.

“We’re not going to burn his stuff!” Peter exclaimed as MJ frowned. “I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to burn someone else’s property and we already made plans to go to the movie.”

“Well, damn.” You frowned. “Now look who’s being harsh.” 

MJ began to chuckle beside you as Peter began to frown. 

“Harsh would be me forcing you to go to the movie.”

“Oh yeah, and badgering me to go isn’t forcing me right, Peter?” You raised a brow at him as you finished the last of your meal. 

“At least I’m asking and not physically forcing you to go.”

“That is true.” You shrugged. “I guess I’ll come, but if I am having a terrible time, you have to take me home.”

“Always.” Peter smiled, nodding as he reached forward and grabbed your hand. “It’ll be fun, Bug. I swear.” 

You shrugged, squeezing the boy’s hand as the bell rang loudly. You pulled away quickly, catching a glance at your now ex-boyfriend and the girl attached to his arm as he walked past your table. You cleared your throat, corralling your things together as you rose from your spot on the bench. 

“I’ll-I’ll, uh, see you guys later. I’ve got to get to Chem. I can’t be late again or I’ll get a detention.” You stammered, feeling the tears prick at your eyes as you pulled your books in your arms. 

“Let me walk with you.” Peter offered, noticing the sudden change in your mood as he rose from his seat and rounded the table to where you stood. “I have to get to Bio next door anyway.”

You nodded silently, surprised when you felt Peter’s hand press lightly against the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd in silence. 

“You know, Bug, it’s okay to say things aren’t okay.” He finally said as you made it into the outer corridor of the cafeteria. 

You bit your lip at his words, holding back the tears as you glanced over at him so he could finally see your eyes and cheeks red with pent up feelings.

“I’m fine.” You choked out, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat. 

Peter pulled you aside, out of the way of the walking students. His eyes, you could see as he rested his hands on your shoulders and forced you to look at him, were full of concern.

“I know you’re not. You want to talk about it?”

You couldn’t help it, the warmth and care in his brown eyes caused your tears to begin to fall as your hand shot up to wipe them quickly.

“You must think I’m pathetic.” You laughed uncomfortably as you spoke, “I’m crying over some stupid boy and you have to watch.”

Peter shook his head, his expression clearly showing the confusion in his mind as he looked at you. 

He never found you pathetic nor would he ever. On the contrary, he found you to be the most amazing person he’d had ever known, and not just because you were best friends. Watching you cry, he realized something he’d never wanted to take a good hard look at. 

You were the girl he’d always wanted to be with and you’d always kept him on the sidelines. You were everything he’d ever wanted and yet you always kept him as the best friend, the shoulder to cry on, the boy who often kept you afloat. 

For a girl so in love with romance and cliches, you’d never realized how much of a walking cliche the two of you were. 

Not that Peter was upset. He would never be upset by that, especially when you still allowed for him to be so close by your side. 

“Oh, Y/n.” He pulled you into a hug after giving you a moment to clean yourself up. “I would never think you were pathetic. You’re the best person I know.” 

You sniffed, bringing your arms around him to embrace him back before pulling away and looking up at him. 

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” He gave you a shy smile as he glanced down at you.

Your eyes traveled from gazing into his and looking to the spot on his shirt that you had now stained with tears and mascara.

“Even if I stained your nice white shirt with my make up?”

Peter pulled away, looking down at the shoulder of his shirt as he tugged at it to see the stain better. He sighed, chuckling lightly as he looked at you with a smile as warm as the look in his eyes. 

“I have other shirts. I didn’t really like this one, anyway.” 

“Peter, that’s your favorite one.” 

Peter shrugged, letting go of the fabric between his fingers as he looked at you, wiping away the last remaining tear that clung to your cheekbone. “I’ll just have to find a new favorite then.”

You swallowed a bit, your hand reaching up and resting on his wrist as you smiled shyly, sudden feeling nervous. 

“I should probably get to class.” You said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Peter’s hand fell from your face quickly as he became aware of the new energy between you two. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He cleared his throat harshly. “I should get going too.”

You nodded, allowing for silence to fall between you two as you quickly rushed to class, giving him a small wave before walking into the classroom. 

The rest of the day felt uneventful and monotone with spurts of sadness and confusion here and there. You could feel the heartache of your breakup settle in every once in a while, especially in moments in which you let your mind wander while watching your ex-boyfriend now flirt with the girl beside him.

When your mind wasn’t wandering with thoughts of pain and heartbreak, it was full of thoughts of Peter and the moment you shared in the hallway. 

It wasn’t that you’d never had a moment like that with Peter before, you’d had plenty of moments in which he comforted you while you were upset and visa versa. You were best friends, of course you’d have your fair share of comforting moments, such as the time when you spent a week at Peter’s house after his uncle passed away. 

However, while you sat in class with your pen between your lips as you watched and counted down the minutes to the bell ringing,  you couldn’t shake the feeling that that moment in the hallway meant something more to you. 

As the bell finally rang, you practically ran out of the classroom and into the hall, only to run into the person you were looking for. 

You feel backwards and onto the floor, slightly shocked by your bottom hitting the ground as Peter’s hand shot out towards you as he bent over. 

“Shit, Y/n, you okay?” He asked as you grabbed his hand and allowed for him to help you up. 

You dusted yourself off before picking up your bag. “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

“What were you running for?”

“I was, uh, looking for you. We’re supposed to go to a movie, right?”

Peter nodded, starting to walk towards the front entrance of the school, his hands shoved into his pockets as you walked closely beside him. 

“Are you feeling better?” He asked after the silence between you felt too heavy for him to bear. 

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “I don’t know how I could really feel better while having to see my newly ex flirt with another girl not even 24 hours after our breakup.”

“I’m sorry, Bug.”

“It’s not your fault.” You shrugged, kicking a rock that sat on the sidewalk in front of you. “He can do what he wants. He’s a single man now.” 

“I wouldn’t call him much of a man.” Peter admitted, taking a look in your direction.

You kicked the rock again as you approached it, watching it bounce and tumble down the sidewalk and into the grass. 

“Are MJ and Ned going to meet us at the theater or what’s the plan?” You asked, trying to derail the conversation from the topic you had no interest in rehashing.

Peter pulled a hand from his pocket and rubbed the back of his neck before putting it back in his pocket. He should’ve known you’d ask about the other two people who were supposed to be in attendance to your evening out. 

“MJ had to go to detention since she’s behind on her sketchbook work for art class. You know how she is, likes to draw people in detention for whatever reason. And Ned went home sick after lunch. He made the mistake of eating the meatloaf.” He lied, surprised he thought of something believable off the top of his head. 

In reality, he paid MJ twenty dollars to refrain from going to the movie and to lie about her whereabouts, something she never had trouble at doing, and he promised Ned that he’d spend the rest of the weekend helping him build another Star Wars lego model even though Peter wanted to grow out of the habit of playing with legos. 

You frowned a bit, having hoped you could’ve had some much needed girl time with MJ and wanting the funny commentary and banter of Ned during a movie that would normally terrify you. 

“Oh. Well, that sucks, but it’s okay. At least we’re still going together.” You raised your frown into a slight smile. 

Silence fell between you once again, leaving the only audible sound to be the wind and your heels hitting the ground in unison as you walked towards the movie theater. 

“Don’t worry about paying tonight. It’s my treat.” Peter stated as the theater came into view on the horizon. 

“Oh, Peter, you don’t have to.” 

“No, I want to. Just let me treat you to a night out. I feel bad that you’ve been having a rough day, so it’s the least I could do.”

You reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks before you engulfed him into a hug with your arms tight around his neck and your perfume filling his nostrils. 

“Peter Parker, you are truly my best friend and the love of my life.” You announced proudly, not realizing that the words warmed Peter in a way he’d never experienced before.

“I love you too, Y/n, but I cannot breathe with you choking me out like this.” He said softly, pretending to wheeze as you pulled away, giving him a shove.

“You are so dramatic.” You chuckled, starting to walk down the sidewalk once again. 

“I’m dramatic?” Peter scoffed as he jogged to keep up with you. “Aren’t you the theater nerd?”

“Doesn’t mean you’re not also a drama queen.” 

“I’ll have you know, I am very good at keeping my cool.”

“Tell that to Flash Thompson and your little rivalry.”

“Flash is an asshole.” 

“I’m not saying he isn’t,” you argued, “all I’m saying is that you get a bit dramatic with him. I like to think he’s secretly in love with you.” 

“Ew, gross.” Peter shook his head. “Flash is the last person I’d want a dramatic romance with.” 

“I think Flash is the last person anyone wants to have a romance with.” You laughed.

Peter was glad that it seemed your spirits were lifting as you finally made it to the theater. He could feel his own spirits lifted by your bettering mood which left him not needing to worry as much. 

He didn’t know whether it was the elation in mood he was feeling between the two of you or the instinctive urge to keep you close and protected that had him reaching for your hand as he opened the door to the theater to let you in first, but as you walked through the corridor, he grabbed it without thought or hesitation. 

You didn’t know what possessed him to grab your hand either, but you found yourself refraining from questioning it, wanting to feel the warmth and caring touch of someone else. Though your spirits were lifted a bit, you still felt lonely deep down. 

“Are you okay?” Peter asked, glancing down at you as he grabbed the tickets from the girl at the ticket counter and began to guide you towards the snack bar. 

You nodded, unsure of what to say as Peter continued to watch you closely. You held your breath, suddenly nervous with his eyes on you before you were saved by his eyes travelling to view the menu far above your head. 

“I’m thinking we get a large popcorn and two sodas.” He thought out loud as you frowned. “Unless, that’s not what you want?”

You blinked, shaking your head quickly as you spoke. “No, no, sorry. I got lost in thought. That sounds fine. I’m not that hungry, though.” 

“How are you not hungry? You ate two bites of mac and cheese at lunch and then pushed it around on your tray.”

You shrugged, pulling your hand from his and crossing your arms over your chest. You were somewhat building up an appetite, but every time you did, you suddenly felt sick by your own intrusive thoughts about your heartache and break up with a boy you knew you shouldn’t have been crying over. 

“I guess I’m not really in the mood to eat too much.” You finally said. 

“Well, I’m still getting the large and if you ask for any, I won’t give you some. You already said no.” Peter teased. 

“Oh, you would never say no to me.” 

“You wanna bet?” Peter raised a brow as you reached the front of the short line. 

“I’ll bet you a bag of overpriced M&M’s.” 

“I thought you weren’t hungry.” 

“I am always hungry for M&M’s.”

Peter smiled with a light eye roll. “Alright, but you can’t eat any until we determine who won.” 

“Deal.” 

You smiled as he turned away from you, ordering your snacks and you began taking each one from him before he carried the popcorn and his drink and you carried your own drink and the bag of M&M’s you were so excited to win. You watched your feet fall to the ground to his in unison as you two stayed silent, trying to navigate the hallway for the theater your movie was in.

“Hey, Peter?” You caught the boy’s attention as he walked through the open door of your theater, a fistful of popcorn in his hand as he looked at you. 

“Yeah?” He began walking backwards as he faced you and tossed the popcorn into his mouth.

“Can I have some popcorn?” 

“Yeah, sure.” He nodded as he spoke through his mouthful of popcorn and held the bucket out to you. 

You began laughing, taking a few pieces of popcorn and popping them into your mouth. 

“Why are you laughing?” Peter asked as you were giggling beside him now following him up the stairs of the theater before looking down at his bucket. “Oh. I guess you can have those M&M’s after all.” 

“We just made this bet! How’d you forget already?” You chuckled, walking past him and into an aisle, picking the perfect seat in the middle of the theater. 

“I-I don’t know! I got so involved in the popcorn I forgot.” 

“I guess that’s one way of saying you want to marry a food item.” You teased as he rolled his eyes and took a seat beside you. 

“You know, I’m not going to get mad cause you’re going through it, but when you’re over it, I will get you back for this.” 

“How? You’re already a victim of premature Alzheimer’s. You won’t remember this by the time I get a new boyfriend.”

You reached over, grabbing a handful of popcorn and beginning to eat the pieces one by one as you watched Peter closely. 

“You know, sometimes I hate you.” 

“No, you don’t.” 

“How would you know?”

“Cause you don’t even have a mean bone in your body. Flash bullies you mercilessly and you don’t even say anything back.” 

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No.” You shook your head. “It makes you a good guy. And we need good guys in this world.”

“You think I’m a good guy?”  Peter raised his brow as you nodded wildly at him.

“Of course I do.” You leaned over, placing a hand on his. “You’re not just a good guy, but a guy too good for this world, you know? You deserve the world, but the world doesn’t deserve you.” 

Peter leaned in close to you. “Sorry, I don’t think I heard that.” 

You could feel your breath hitch as he leaned in, his face a few mere inches from yours. It wasn’t that you were scared, but nervous at your excitement at the thought of him kissing you. 

Peter could feel your anxious energy as he leaned in close, the urge to kiss you in the way he’d always wanted to growing strong as he moved his head so your lips were lined up to his ear. It wasn’t that he wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t want to take advantage of your loneliness in that moment. 

You leaned in close to his ear, your nostrils now full of his shampoo as you spoke softly. “I said that I thought you were such a great guy that you deserve the world, but the world doesn’t deserve you.” 

“You mean that?” He answered back, his voice as soft as your own.

He did dare lean back or move his head from the position it was in for fear that he’d kiss you so soon. The words you were saying were ones he always wanted you to say, but never thought would come out. He wanted to be everything you ever wanted, but your words now felt somewhat short yet so close to that sentiment. 

“Of course I do.” You replied, your own urge to kiss him rising steadfast in the back of your mind. 

You couldn’t tell if it was your loneliness or the sudden dimming of the theater lights that had you realizing that all you wanted was to cross the line of friendship with Peter, a line you never realized was made to be crossed when it came to your friendship. 

Every touch, every sweet nothing, every thing about him you loved began to swirl around in your mind as you pulled away from him and gazed into his eyes before planting your lips on his, pushing him back into the armrest of his seat. 

Peter was shocked by the gesture as he leaned into the kiss, his hands resting on your cheeks before you pulled away from him breathlessly. 

“Y/n, I-”

“Peter.” You cut him off before giggling. “Go ahead.” 

“Bug, I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you and your feelings about your breakup even though I really like you and-” 

You cut the boy off with another kiss, not wanting to hear what he had to say. You knew he was going to give you some speech about how you might not know what your feeling and so on, but you didn’t care. You knew that you kissed him and you liked it and that it felt more right than any date with Brad. 

You pulled away, putting a hand over his mouth before he could speak as you began to instead. “Peter, I know how I feel. I like you too, okay? Now, can we just take advantage of the fact we’re some of the few people in here and just hang out?”

Peter nodded, pulling your hand off of him. “I think I’d like that.”

[ayybtch]

Psychotic

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: You really love animals, Bucky not so much. A random TikTok brings to light exactly what Bucky thinks of you.

Word Count: 1,776

Warnings: Being told no to getting animals, a couple swear words here and there, blink and you miss it suggestiveness, and a very strange TikTok

A/N: Happy Valentines Day everyone! I watched this TikTok months ago and absolutely lost it when I saw it, so definitely give it a watch! Dividers made by the lovely @firefly-graphics​

A Mutual Weirdness Masterlist

Days off were a rare occurrence for Bucky. Rarer still were days off that coincided with yours, and it practically required cosmic intervention for both of you to be off on a weekend. This was the first Saturday Bucky had off in almost two months and he planned on spending it doing absolutely nothing.

He made a point to sleep in and stay in bed as long as he possibly could. Once the grumbling of his stomach finally won out, the day would start off with a giant breakfast followed by a long, hot shower. The remainder of the day would involve him sitting on his ass while enjoying a good book or watching TV. He’d stay where he was until he needed to eat and that’s the way he liked it.

Today, he wanted to make some progress on the strange Romanian murder-mystery novel Wanda had recommended. She swore up and down that it was one of the best she’s ever read, but so far Bucky was not impressed. The pacing was too slow, the characters were too dull, and the murder itself was not all that intriguing. He would have stopped already if it hadn’t been for Wanda pestering him about it.

He had been laying on the couch completely immersed for almost an hour trying to solve the case before the lead detective when you came rushing into the room. You climbed into his lap and sat there staring at him, eyes unsettlingly wide. Bucky peered back at you over the top of his book, suspicious as to what could possibly be running through your head. A small smile started to appear on your face, but you remained silent.  

“Can I help you?” Bucky asked after a few minutes without any change to your expression, which was growing more and more manic-looking by the second.

Your eyes seemed to snap back in focus as he spoke and the rest of your face became serious. “So I had an idea…” you said cautiously, suddenly far more serious than he had ever seen you look before. “What if we got chickens? Not too many, just like three. I think three is a good number.”

Bucky stared at you in disbelief. “We live in an apartment. Of course you can’t have chickens,” he said flatly. You rolled your eyes at his response.

“Obviously not right now, but in the future when we’re not living in an apartment. You know, after you and I get hitched and find a house we like.”

All of the confusion and concerns Bucky had were thrown out the window as he processed what you said. You want to buy a house with him? You want to marry him? The thought of being with you forever made his heart skip a beat and filled him with an overwhelming urge to kiss you. He realized you were still watching him expectantly, waiting for an answer. “S-Sure, I guess. I never really liked chickens though -”

He wasn’t even able to finish his sentence before your lips were pressed against his.

“You are the best! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” you yelled, kissing him all over his face between thank you’s.

When you broke apart, an excited squeal left you that had his ears ringing. You laid down fully on his chest and started rambling about how nice it would be to have some land so you could have a nice big garden filled with every fruit and vegetable imaginable, a decent sized back patio or porch for friends to come over, and plenty of space for the chickens to have a giant coop. You even started listing out possible names for the chickens. Your seemingly endless ramble ended unexpectedly as you trailed off mid-sentence, gasping slightly after a moment. You picked your head up just enough off his chest to look him in the eyes.

“If we have enough room, can we also have goats?”

Bucky groaned, “Don’t push it, Doll. I’ve barely agreed to the chickens.” He pulled you back down onto his chest and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head before he continued reading.

It was almost a week later before Bucky had his next day off. He decided to plan a long-overdue date night. It was nothing fancy, just a casual dinner at a restaurant you liked followed up with dessert. After you left the restaurant, the two of you made your way through a stretch of Central Park. He had intended for it to be a romantic walk, full of hand-holding and kissing that maybe could lead to something else once you were back at the apartment. Instead, it quickly turned into one of the worst decisions of his life.

Everything was going according to plan until you spotted the raccoon family of three hanging out in the tree not far off the path. Bucky didn’t even need to look at you to know you were staring at them with the same heart eyes you always stare at animals with.

The raccoons were in a relatively low tree branch, each snacking on some food they had scavenged from a nearby trash can. You pulled Bucky off the sidewalk and into the grass. Your excitement grew with each step you took towards the tree.

“Bucky look at their little hands! How cute are they?” You whisper yelled, practically jumping up and down with excitement. You were so focused on them that it gave Bucky the chance to watch and appreciate how enamored you were. While it drove him nuts sometimes how many animals you wanted, it never stopped being adorable to him how passionate you were about them. Bucky had no doubt you’d manage to sweet-talk him into more than he’d care to admit, but if it meant seeing you smile like this every day then it’ll be worth it. He was so lost in his thoughts of what your future may hold that he hardly heard what you were saying to the raccoons. It wasn’t until you finally turned to look at him that he tuned back into what you were saying.

“Do you think raccoons would make good pets?”

Without a word, he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder before turning to walk away, shaking his head as he did.

“Oh my god, babe! Look at this baby cow!” you gushed, bursting out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where Bucky was making breakfast. “It’s so fucking fluffy, I need it.” The emphasis on need left Bucky scoffing as you shoved the phone into his hand. You stood there and stared at him, grinning ear to ear as you continued to ramble about the baby cow.

He eventually had to cut you off, “Doll, we’ve been over this a dozen times. You don’t actually want a cow, you just want a cow you can hang out with. Now sit down and eat your eggs before they get cold.” He scooped out some scrambled eggs onto a plate before placing it at your usual spot at the counter.

You grumbled slightly before sitting down on the barstool, stabbing your eggs harder than necessary with your fork. “You didn’t even acknowledge how cute it is.”

“It’s very cute. But I’ve already agreed to quite the menagerie so I have to put my foot down somewhere. I’ve already said yes to the chickens and it’s at least maybe on goats, and possibly a pig if we have enough room.”

“I’ve already said yes to the chickens and maybe on goats and pigs,” you said mockingly. “What difference does a cow make if we’ve already got all of those?” you asked, mouth full of food.

Bucky stared at you, shaking his head and sighing. “You’re lucky I love you, woman.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and sat down to join you for breakfast.

It was almost a month later before the two of you finally were able to have a quiet night together. The evening had been spent cooking dinner, making a mess in the kitchen as you did, followed by making a different kind of mess in the living room not long after. Now, the two of you were laying in bed together winding down for the night. Bucky was reading while you laid there scrolling mindlessly on your phone. You giggled from time to time, pausing to show him a funny meme here and there, but for the most part, the room was quiet.

It wasn’t until you were in full-on giggles that Bucky leaned his book against his chest and stared at you waiting for an explanation.

Once the giggles died down, you rolled slightly to be closer to him. “You have to watch this wack ass video.” Your laughter started up again before you even hit play.

Bucky watched as the guy in the video kept pulling out stranger and stranger animals. He chuckled throughout the video, but it wasn’t until a thought struck him at the end that he really burst out laughing.

“That’s going to be you in five years if I haven’t already married you and kept your psychotic ass from getting an unreasonable amount of animals.”

Your laughter died and you stared at him reproachfully. “Bucky, baby...do you think I’m psychotic?” Somehow you managed to sound unconcerned by the possibility of being psychotic. If anything, you seemed almost amused.

“Honestly? I think you’re on the brink of snapping sometimes,” he said with a slight shrug.

You stared back at him, not fully sure if he was joking or not. The serious look on his face confirmed he wasn’t joking and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Good to know you think I’m one mental breakdown away from snuggling with a possum, you jerk,” you teased, placing a quick peck on his cheek.

Bucky turned to fully face you, looking you dead in the eyes. “Be honest with me, if the possum was replaced by one of those raccoons we saw a couple weeks ago, how unreasonable would that seem to you?”

Your face felt hot and you stuttered for a moment before going quiet. “I guess that’s fair,” you mumbled, eyes rolling slightly. “But raccoons are cuter, you can’t blame me for wanting to snuggle one.”

“I know, you fucking weirdo. Now come here,” Bucky said, grabbing you and pulling you into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and a comfortable silence fell over you. A few minutes later, Bucky spoke again.

“For the record though, possums and raccoons are both firmly on the ‘no’ list.”

[akatsukibandhscenarios]

15. When They Get Drunk

Pein decided to let everyone have a party and celebrate the sealing of a tailed beast. This will be the first time you get to be a part of a party with the Akatsuki. Pein thought that it would be a good idea to have alcohol at the party, he was wrong. Updates Pein Pein tried to avoid the alcohol to be the responsible adult, but that didn’t last long. You and Konan worked together to get Pein drunk. He had no idea what hit him until he had already swallowed an unhealthy amount of alcohol. The three of you were now drunk and in his office. You and Pein were the only two awake though. Konan had passed out on the floor. “So then I was all like…” Pein was telling you about how he destroyed villages and won battles. He was standing on his desk, yelling to the room as if it was the most important thing ever. You couldn’t help but just laugh at him and listen. Suddenly, Pein fell off the desk and landed right on you with a loud crash. ~ You and Pein woke to Konan throwing water on the two of you. “What the hell?” You asked as you and Pein sat up. You were bruised and in pain from Pein falling onto you. “What happened?” Pein asked, very confused. He then groaned and held his head. “Why does my head ache?” “You got drunk Pein. I don’t know how, but you did. But I suggest you never get drunk again.” Konan said as she threw the bucket that held the water away. Zetsu You didn’t think that a plant man could get drunk, but he did. Zetsu thought he would just have a few drinks, but after Tobi got a hold of the bottle of alcohol and dumped it down the plant’s throat, all hopes of drinking slowly and moderately went out the window. “Well hello there beautiful.” Zetsu said as he wrapped his arms around the medium sized plant in the corner of the room. “You look lonely, want me to keep you company?” “Uh Zetsu?” You asked, also drunk but a little more sane. “Shh baby, that’s my girlfriend. She can’t know about our relationship.” “Zetsu… What the hell are you doing?” You asked, getting angry. “What do you mean relationship with her?” For some reason you didn’t quite understand that it was just a plant. ~ “What the hell is all of this?” Pein’s angry voice yelled early in the morning. You sat right up and Zetsu yelled as he fell off the couch. The plant from the corner was thrown all over the room and was on fire in some places. “Did I do that?” You asked Zetsu. He shrugged and helped you stand up. “Neither of you will ever be allowed to have alcohol again. Is that clear?” “Yes sir.” You and Zetsu said, a little afraid of how angry Pein looked. “That was my favorite plant…” Pein mumbled as he left the room sadly. Sasori You had a bad feeling when Sasori started to drink, but you didn’t want to say anything. But now at midnight, you regretted not saying anything. Sasori was drunk off his ass. He was shooting his poisoned soaked coil from his stomach at everyone and setting things on fire with those things coming out of his hands. He was even trying to control people with his chakra stings. “Sasori, please calm down!” You called down the hallway as he ran as he set things on fire. “Sasori stop it!” He was causing so much damage. Pein was going to be furious. “Just relax _____. Everything will be alright.” Sasori said to you. Him saying that scared the hell out of you. ~ You woke up in your bed, so you thought it was all a bad dream. Then you saw the bed was soaked with water and you were holding onto Sasori’s severed head, one of his arms and his core. “Oh my god!” You quickly put him back together and watched as he woke up. “How am I able to feel this horrible pain in my head?” Sasori asked, holding his head. “The two of you got drunk, hm. Sasori my man, you destroyed almost everything in the hideout, hm. _____, you took him apart in hopes that would stop his drunken rampage, hm.” You two looked up to see Deidara in the doorway. “That’s embarrassing…” Sasori whispered to you. “Leader wants the two of you to know, you are ‘forbidden from ever consuming alcohol again’, hm.” “We understand…” You and your boyfriend said in response. ~ Itachi Normally Itachi wouldn’t drink, but he got talked into it by you and Kisame. Since Itachi had no real experience drinking before, he got too drunk too fast. Now everyone gets to see a side of Itachi that no one knew he had. Hell he himself probably didn’t know about it. “You know _____, you are really beautiful.” Itachi slurred as he pulled you into his lap. “Your hair smells nice.” He buried his face in your hair and began smelling you. “Itachi, are you alright?” You questioned, getting freaked out. “You are in my arms, everything is alright!” Itachi practically yelled, seeing Itachi so different made you uneasy. It was nice to hear his voice, but he seemed more possessive than usual. You tried to get up, but he held you tighter. “Kisame, help me!” You whispered to the sharky man next to you. He nodded his head and reached out to grab you but was cut off by Itachi growling at him. Itachi’s eyes swirled into his Sharingan and caught Kisame in a genjutsu. ~ Itachi woke up with you still in his arms, and all the Akatsuki members, other than Pein on the ground caught in a genjutsu. “What happened?” Itachi sat up and looked at Pein, whom was glaring at him. Itachi realized that he attacked everyone who tried to take you out of his arms.   “What happened? We learned to never let you drink again.” Pein told Itachi, clearly angry. Kisame You weren’t sure if a shark like guy should have alcohol, but he seemed fine, until he had too much to drink. “Come here, I want to eat you!” Kisame yelled loudly as he chased Tobi around. You just came back from the bathroom to see it. “Tobi isn’t food!” Tobi cried as he ran from the sharky man. “Kisame? Please don’t eat Tobi.” You spoke up when Kisame tackled Tobi. Kisame looked up at you and stood up. “Oh no…” He started stalking up to you. It clicked in your mind that Kisame was in shark mode. “You look tasty.” “You aren’t a shark…” “Yes, I am.” He licked his lips. “Fuck…” You took off running. ~ Kisame woke up with himself chained to the wall. “What’s going on?” He questioned and looked around. “You bit me.” You replied as his eyes landed on you. On your upper arm there were bandages that were clearly bloody. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” You could see it in his eyes that he felt terrible. “It’s fine Kisame, but no more alcohol for you.” You smiled at him. Hidan Hidan was thrilled to drink with you. He wanted to get you drunk, instead he got himself drunk. “Baby?” Hidan suddenly asked. He was lying on the ground. You had left to get him water and came back with him face first on the ground. “Hidan, are you okay?” You set the water down and went to his side. You helped him sit up and were concerned by how quiet he is. “I’m a terrible boyfriend.” Hidan wailed. His sudden outburst scared you. “No you aren’t.” You smiled at him, but he just began crying. Your eyes widened as you watched him be so wrong. “I’m horrible!” Hidan pulled you to him and just cried. ~ The next morning, Hidan woke up in a puddle. “What the fuck?” He sat up. “Water?” He touched the liquid and sniffed it. “Your tears actually.” He looked up at Kakuzu. “You thought _____ would leave you so you cried for hours.” “Where the fuck is _____?” “She got scared by your odd behavior and locked herself in your room.” “Oh, well damn.” “You are no longer allowed to drink.” “…I fucking agree with that.” Kakuzu Kakuzu first refused to drink, until Hidan said it would be a waste of money to not drink. So Kakuzu started drinking, and drinking. The amount of alcohol he consumed was scary. “_____, let’s go buy some gifts for you.” When Kakuzu said that to you, you knew he had too much to drink. You reached over and took the bottle from him. “No Kakuzu, you’re just drunk.” “I am not!” “Yes, Kuzu you are.” “You’re the drunken one!” Kakuzu yelled like a child. He got up and left the room. You sighed and went after him. ~ Kakuzu woke up with blood all around him. He quickly sat and noticed he had Hidan’s head in his arms. “What the…?” Kakuzu looked around at Hidan’s body parts scattered all around the room. “You went into a fucking drunken rage old man.” Hidan informed Kakuzu from his arms. “I didn’t hurt _____ did I?” “Nah, she’s just pissed off at you.” “Yes, I am. No more alcohol for you Kuzu.” You said to your boyfriend as you walked into the room. Tobi You spent an hour convincing Tobi and Obito to drink. You weren’t sure how it would go, but you wanted to test it out. You two were alone in your bedroom so he wouldn’t have to wear the mask. “Has anyone told you how pretty you are?” Obito asked you randomly. “You tell me that a lot.” You replied with a smile. He smiled and drank more before jumping up. “When I conquer the world, you will be my queen!” Obito yelled loudly. “Um, shouldn’t you be quieter?” “Silence! Your king is speaking!” You narrowed your eyes at him. ~ Obito woke up with a horrible headache. “I can’t remember what happened…” He told himself. He sat up and rubbed his head. “You were an asshole yelling about world domination. You told me to be silence, so I got angry.” You explained to him. You were whispering because your head hurt as well, but from the alcohol. “I’m sorry about that _____. What did you do?” “I wacked you over the head with an alcohol bottle, but then felt terrible because you’ve been passed out ever since. I thought I killed you.” “Well, I’m sorry I got too drunk.” “I am too.” You both laughed, which hurt your heads more. “You are never drinking again.” “Agreed.” Deidara Deidara didn’t really care about drinking or not. He just wanted to do whichever you wanted. So the two of you began to drink. Too bad no one warned you about how he gets when he has too much. And too bad no one was paying attention to how much was being drunk by Deidara. “Damn it Barbie!” You yelled at Deidara again. He and you were relaxing on the couch with his arms around you. His hand mouths were drooling all over you and it was making you angry. He just refused to move his arms away from you. “Sorry _____, hm. I can’t help it, hm.” Deidara said while trying to move his hands so it wouldn’t get drool all over you. While he did that, some hand mouth drool got on your face. “I’m going to plug them up if you don’t stop them from drooling all over me!” ~ Deidara woke up feeling fine. He had no hangover and no sick feeling. He sat up and looked at his hands, only to gasp. There were at least 10 cotton balls shoved into each mouth. He winced and began to remove them. “What the hell, hm?” He mumbled as he got one hand clean. “Your hands kept drooling on me, so I plugged them up like I said.” You informed him as you walked into the room. “Oh, hm. I’m sorry, hm.” “You know most girls don’t have to worry about their boyfriend’s hands drooling when they get drunk.” “Yeah, I probably shouldn’t drink again.”

Madara

You worked late every so often, leaving Madara to himself for a few hours longer. You had always hoped he would find some form of appropriate entertainment and never thought he would turn to drink alcohol. Though you found out you were wrong when you walked in the door and saw your boyfriend crawling on the floor.

“Um… Madara… My lovely Uchiha? Please inform me. What in the world are you doing?” You asked, slowly closing your from door, worrying about your clearly wasted boyfriend.

“Shhh, I’m pretending I’m a ninja. I’m sneaking up on Tiberius.” Madara loudly whispered. You looked around, and saw Tiberius sitting on the highest thing he could sit on. He was looking at you, and you could have sworn he was asking you for help.

“Madara, you are a ninja and you are scaring your falcon.” You responded. He gasped, a very fake shocked gasp.

“When did I become a ninja?”

“Like over 100 years ago. Let’s go. Get up.” You went to Madara and grabbed at him but he refused to let you pick him up. You decided he needed to be dragged instead of carried; therefore you grabbed his beautiful hair and began dragging him. He whined and tossed around, but you ignored him. You again found out that this strong man was a baby.

[bandimaginezzz]

Cold Blooded Lover  

You picked up your phone. It was a text message from your manager. Y/n you need to be at the studio in less then an hour. You groaned. That’s right you had to go work with the band The Pretty Reckless. You had met them in brief passing before and you and their lead singer Taylor had completely clashed. You got dressed. Brushed and spiked your thick black hair. You got in the car and started to head towards the studio. Of course you had to stop and get coffee. If you didn’t, there was no way you were survive this session. You arrived at the studio five minutes before your session was about to begin. Your manager saw you and waved you into the booked room. You walked in and noticed you were the first one there. Your manager started talking to you, however you weren’t really paying much attention to what he was saying. He said he had a bunch of work to do and said goodbye. Suddenly you were alone. You looked around the room at all the equipment. Multiple guitars, keyboards, basses and drums surrounded the room. As well as multiple microphones. You stayed seated and pulled out your phone. You glanced at the time, not really knowing when they were supposed to get here. You started watching random ass videos on YouTube. You laughed as you watched someone get knocked over by a wave while trying to be all sexy. You noticed your phone’s battery was running low. That’s when you also noticed the time. What the fuck you thought to yourself. They were over a half hour late. What a way to make an entrance. As you went to plug your phone in, you heard the sound of people laughing, just before the door opened. You turned your head to see the band had finally arrived. You were pissed, so you just continued to focus on plugging your phone in. “Oh sorry y/n were late. Taylor and Ben were taking forever to get ready.” Marked laughed as Ben wacked his arm. You just nodded. You glanced at Taylor as you nodded noticing her eyes rolling as you didn’t speak. “Ok well let’s get this over with” you spoke just loud enough for everyone to hear.  Taylor was next to speak. “Ben and I will write some lyrics and then you can figure out what you want to do on this song.” You glared at her. “We’re supposed to write the lyrics together. I mean if you even know what that means.” You hissed through your teeth. “Okay you two don’t start fighting. Taylor you and y/n can write lyrics. As soon as that’s done I will look them over and help fix it up.” Ben spoke as a leader. Taylor and you just nodded. You pulled up a chair at the little table in the studio. Grabbing a pad of paper, pencil and guitar. “Okay well I don’t know how you do it Momsen but as a solo artist I start with the overall guitar part.” “Oh wow the newbie knows how to write a song. This ought to be good.” Taylor spoke sarcastically. You started to fool around with the guitar. You knew you couldn’t possibly make a light and upbeat song with this chick. It would have to be dreary and depressing. The way she made you feel. You started to play random chords and little riffs based off of those chords. Taylor wasn’t really paying any mind to you. That was until you played a series of chords. Sad but also still thrilling. She gawked her head towards you. “Again” she said. “What?” you responded not really paying any attention to her. ”Play those damn chords again.” You stared at her for a second but not at her it was a blank stare. Trying to think of the order that you just played those chords in. You figured it out and started to play. Ben was watching you. He started to play the same chords. “That’s it. Yea something along those lines.” Taylor was speaking to Ben as if he came up with the riff. You stopped playing and just watched him. He was fumbling around with the chords. Playing them with different pedals and distortions. Taylor’s eyes fixated on him, watching as he found a way to bring those chords further to life. Eventually it was time to leave. You honestly hadn’t gotten any further then finding the right chords to use. You got home and went straight to bed. The next morning you woke up and started to think of the song. Going over the chords and riffs again and again in your mind. You had to think of an overall theme to the song. What was it going to be about. You didn’t know. You showered and then looked at the time. You realize that it was time for you to head back to the studio. You sat in your car when you arrived at the studio. You knew they wouldn’t arrive on time so what was the point of you going in and sitting around waiting. It was easier to do that in the car where you could also sit comfortably. You watched the rain hit your windshield, as the pitter patter of the drops hit the metallic roof of the vehicle. You watched as a van pulled up. Out walked The Pretty Reckless. You turned off your car and headed inside. Today was the last day to write the song and tomorrow was the deadline for recording. You sat at the table. Everyone grabbed instruments. You glanced at Ben and asked “can you play the song?”. He nodded. He started to run through the song. As he did the other band members started to find their footing for their instruments. Jamie beating on the drums and Mark plucking away at the bass. The song was slowly starting to come together. The only thing missing was the lyrics. The guys continued to play the song through multiple times. As they did you started to hum a similar melody. Taylor heard you humming the melody. You watched as she began to furiously scribbled down a variety of lines. You were curious on what she was writing. She stopped and just stared at the paper. “May I?” you asked as you pointed at the note pad. She looked at you surprised and just nodded. You read through the various lines. They were all pretty good but nothing totally stood out completely. As you went through reading them you misread a line. You had accidently combined two different lines. You wrote down what you had just misread on a new piece of paper, “You can’t trust a cold blooded man, girl don’t believe in his lies. You cant trust a cold blooded man, hell love you and leave you alive.” You slid the paper back over to Taylor. She read what you had written. You watched as her mouth read over the words repeatedly. She was analyzing the lyrics. She continued to write from that prompt. You decided to scoot your chair closer to her. She didn’t even flinch when you started to move. You watched as she was writing, reading over what she had written along the way. You nodded with each line approvingly. “What if for the second verse we do it in the perspective of a male?”. Waiting for a response you saw Taylor start to smile. “That’s actually a great idea” she said. The two of you started to talk amongst yourselves. Both giving off lines for what the song should sound like. The both of you were laughing and actually getting along. You stared at her. Her blue eyes a clear as a sky on a beautiful day, her blonde hair falling just perfectly around her face. Holy shit you thought to yourself you were starting to fall in love with her. At the end of the night, the two of you had finished the lyrics. You ran through the song a couple times. Making sure the song flows perfectly. As you were getting into your car you watched as someone ran up to your window. You looked and saw Taylor. “Hey y/n I just wanted to ask you, if you wanted to get some dinner before coming to the studio tomorrow. I mean I felt some serious chemistry in there but if you don’t want to that’s ok.” You watched her eyes shift in nervousness. “Yea sure I would love that. Uh ill pick you up at 5, and we’ll go wherever you want.” You smiled at her. “Ok, ill text you my address y/n”. You watched her walk back to her car and drive away. You drove home and grabbed a drink. You sat silently thinking about Taylor. The way her face lit up when you wrote fitting lyrics. The way she smiled when you both made a joke. You snapped out of your thoughts and decided to go to bed. You woke the next morning to the sound of your phone. You looked at the number. It was unmarked. You opened the text. Hey It’s Taylor. Do you think you can pick me up at the Starbucks near the mall. The mall near the studio? You quickly sent her a message back. Yea of course, ill see you later. You checked the time. It was shortly after 3 pm. You decided to take a shower. You took your time in the shower. You got out of the shower and walked to the closet. You grabbed a plain black shirt, a pair of dark grey jeans and a black hoodie. You got dressed and went back to the bathroom. You hair was still dripping wet. You grabbed the towel and started to dry your hair off. You ran a comb through hair to get rid of any knots. You looked in the mirror and decided not to spike up your hair today. Instead you ran your hand through your hair and pulled it out of your face. You made your way down the stairs. It was time for you to go pick up Taylor. You grabbed your leather coat and a grey beanie and got in your car. You were slightly nervous. You pulled up to the Starbucks and saw Taylor waiting for you. She noticed you and walked over to the car. She got in. “So Taylor where would you like to go for dinner/” you asked smiling. “How about that restaurant umm, Broadways I think its called.” You agreed. As you were eating you finally had built enough courage to ask Taylor if she would consider being your girlfriend. “Um Taylor, I have something to ask you and honestly I am afraid of the answer. But what the hell would you like to be my girlfriend?” She looked at you and smiled. She started to nod. “Yea I would actually. I was going to ask you but I was scared you didn’t think about me the same way.” The two of you left and headed to the studio. The night ran late and the two of you headed your separate.

 A couple months had passed. The two of you were going strong. You had been seeing each other practically every day.  Both of your Instagram’s were filled with disgustingly cute photos of the two of you. You both loved to read the comments and tweets that were constantly sent to you. The fans loved seeing the two of you together. Some days you would receive comments, asking why there wasn’t a new photo of the two of you together. You smiled at these types of comments. You loved Taylor and she made it very clear that she loved you. You had decided together to make the step and move in together. As the two of you were going to bed one night Taylor had asked you to come sing with her at one of the shows. You agreed.

 “Tonight we have a special guest. As you guys may know I wrote and recorded a song called cold blooded, with my boyfriend y/n. Tonight I have asked him to come join us on stage and give you guys a treat. Please welcome out Y/n”. You walked out on stage as the crowd went wild. You went over to Taylor and hugged her tightly. You placed a small kiss on her cheek. The crew brought you out an extra microphone. Ben started to play the intro of the song. As Taylor started to sing you watched her mouth move. She slowly swayed along with the music. It was your turn to sing. As you started you saw Taylor begin to dance slowly around you. The crowd was loud. You could hear them singing/ screaming all the words back to you. You knew it was a successful song when this was happening. It warmed you heart almost as much as waking up next to Taylor did.  The song came to a finish. Taylor placed a kiss on your lips just before you left the stage. You watched the rest of the show from the side of the stage. She made you happy and that was the best part.

[noexit-ff]

28. Part 2

Clinton decided to bring such news at such a weird moment, he bought news to his son but bought those kids that Chris dislikes and the white lady. I don’t know what Clinton wants me to do, I understand Chris and what he is going through. I know my baby does not want to bother with him or anything to do with him because of this. Joyce is just as stupid because Chris has made it clear, he doesn’t want to know those kids. They look nothing like my baby anyways so that is good, I feel bad because they all look under ten and they look at Chris in awe, that is their brother but Chris doesn’t want to know. Putting Chris’ jacket on as I walked outside, I can hear the basketball out here, he must be out here. I don’t miss the cold in VA at all, here I am outside with slides on. I am so damn cold, Chris is here with just a tee on and shorts. If he gets ill, I don’t want to know. Chris and his love for dog’s, playing basketball with them as they chase him from one part of the court to the other. I can never get away from dog’s since being with Chris, he has them everywhere. Closing the gate behind me, Chris threw the basketball to the other side of the court and shuffled his way to the wall on the side of the court, watching him sit down on the wall.

I don’t know what to say to him, I am on my husband side and if he doesn’t want to be there then so be it but what can I say “let me guess they sent you out to tell me to come back in? They are so wack, I have the world’s stupidest parents” I don’t like to see him sad “I know baby, I understand you so much because I go through the same bullshit but your dad does want you to come back in, he has something he wants to tell you” Chris dragged his eyes away from the ground and to me “I don’t want to know, he can go back to his trailer. You wasn’t there but those stupid kids hugged me, I was like what the fuck but I didn’t do anything but stand there. I don’t know them like that and he knows it, he is pushing it in my face and it’s getting me angry. My mom is stupid, she stood there with the woman he left her for. Why is everyone so dumb” placing my hand on his shoulder “I am sorry baby” Chris held my free hand and pulled me towards him, he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested the side of his face on my stomach “I just want my own family now, I want to do things my parents didn’t do. Like my dad not teaching me how to be a man” looking down at Chris “why are you getting yourself worked up for? Stop it” moving my head to the side, he is getting all teary eyed now “you just don’t know how much you need those life lessons when you’re younger, I could have been normal if I knew how to be an adult. Shit is just a guessing game, I be googling how to be a man” Chris moved his head back, looking up at me “you are a man, you’re my man. You’re doing the perfect job in being a husband, you didn’t need him Chris. You took your time but look at you Chris, it’s a shame that we are in our thirties and it took so long but we made it. We are having our own family, our child will adore you as much as I do. I know you don’t want to know but I will be with you, just hear him out” I don’t like my baby sad at all.

Opening the bathroom door “you really waited for me” I chuckled, Chris wouldn’t go in the dining room without me “well I want you with me, I feel like I get ganged up on if I say the wrong thing. It’s happened before” wrapping my arms around Chris’ torso “I got you Chris” moving back from the hug, holding on to his hand “at times I am like I love my dad and then there is moments like this where I just hate him, I shouldn’t be angry with him. Anger is not good” staring at Chris’ face, I just wonder how he will react to the news he will give him. Chris seems to be very angry at his dad right now “I am annoyed that the white bitch and her white ass son met you” squeezing his hand laughing “stop it, just stay quiet and just go with the flow. I will be with you, nobody will gang up on you” turning the corner “I am glad you came back Chris” Joyce said “well I can’t have you crying about it, I just want to hear what he has to say and then I go about my day” I was going to move my hand but Chris didn’t let me, Chris and I sat down at the same time “I made mistakes Chris, I know but I am trying to make amends” Clinton is like my dad, besides the drinking but he’s useless.

If Clinton and Joyce are smart enough then they would have Chris in a room on his own, why have this “I have recently found out that I have Leukemia and I am very scared about this journey, I may not make it out alive and I will be going through treatment. I know I haven’t been around for the most part of your life so you may feel no difference even if I was to go” staring at Chris’ face, he didn’t even flinch. I am shocked to see Joyce actually crying “you’re the same nigga to go to the newspapers to speak on me, said that Rihanna wasn’t good for me. You made money by doing that, if you want money then I am the wrong nigga to come too. You and those kids” I cringed, Chris let my hand go “Chris, don’t be so rude” Chris stood up “you’re pathetic crying for a nigga that didn’t want you, I always tried with you dad! You made out like you didn’t want the fame but deep down you did, what do you want me to do now huh? You dying so you want me to forgive you? My mom may do but I don’t, you never saved my ass when I saw the shit, you was never fucking there. You think I will let these have a good life, fuck you” I see Clinton getting very angry every time he speaks on the kids “you need to let it go son, you’re becoming very bitter for this” Chris shook his head, seeing Chris’ hand ball up in a fist. Getting up from the chair “let’s just go” I said to him “let it go? This is why I am letting you go, you can die in your trailer. You did nothing for me, saw me on the weekends but yet you knew mom was getting beat, those kids will be trailer shit like you” Clinton stepped forward so quickly, I moved back “no, don’t you dare hit my son!” Joyce stepped in front of Chris “not my baby!” she spat “I told you, I said for you to come on your own! Now please, just go!” Joyce sobbed out saying.

Chris really hasn’t moved from his position, his fist still balled up. Tootie escorted Clinton and the family out “Chris, I would never let him hit you. I am sorry” Joyce touched his cheeks with her hands “Chris, baby” pushing the chair out of the way “I will see to Tootie” Joyce rushed off, holding Chris’ wrist “Chris, it’s ok. He’s gone now” walking around him “come on, baby. I know you want to cry, let it out” Chris heaved out, his fist loosened “come here” wrapping my arm around his neck, it broke my heart to hear him cry on my shoulder “this is all his fault Chris, don’t feel bad ok? He did this to you because you wanted him and he was never there, he is now there for those kids and it hurts you. I understand” feeling myself getting choked up “everything is going to be ok baby” Chris moved back from me walking off “don’t follow me” he said lowly, he wants to be alone and I don’t want to be in his space. This whole VA trip has turned so terrible, pushing the chairs in. Let me clean up, that will give him time and space “Christopher!” hearing Joyce shout, this family is a mess and I complain about my own, hearing a bang of some sort “oh god” I said to myself, rushing out of the dining room. I hope he is not decided to start breaking things “leave me alone, you set me up. I hate you” Chris said to his mom, I gasped seeing the hole in the door. Did he just do that “I won’t have you breaking things!” Joyce shouted at him “this is my house, I can do what the fuck I like. You don’t own me, if I want to break things I will” I don’t like this side to Chris at all.

Chris and Joyce are literally going back and forth, I don’t want to get involved but this is too much “please stop this, this argument is getting nowhere” walking by Joyce “I told you to not follow me” Chris said “you right, you did and I did because I heard the bang and then I see you did that, just stop it. For me, just go to the games room. I don’t want this, I will come down with some food and we will talk” Chris turned around to walk off “he does really listen to you” Joyce said behind me “I am so angry at this situation, this could have all got avoided” Turning to Joyce “I don’t want to be rude or disrespectful but why!? Chris sees that man as a guy that never helped him when he needed it, whatever Clinton wanted from him he did it the wrong way. Why bring those kids, why set him up in such a way. Both of you did it to him and you still are, you got to back me up here Tootie” I know for a fact it wasn’t just me thinking the same shit “I did say it was a bad idea, Clinton and Chris have never been close. He was there in the background and Chris does blame him for not helping, he shouldn’t have felt like he needed to be a man at the age of fifteen if Clinton showed him the way. My brother’ mind was messed up from the jump, he is now settling down but I agree with Rihanna, it was wrong” I am glad I am not the only one.

Walking down the steps into Chris’ games room, I hope he hasn’t decided to trash the room. I got him a plate of food though, nothing looks ruined down here. Breathing out a sigh of relief, seeing Chris asleep on the couch with Cartoon Network on. Placing the plate on the table and his drink, sitting down next to him. Taking the remote out of his hand, reaching my hand up and placing it on his forehead. His head is a little warm “Chris” moving my hand away from his forehead “Chris baby” placing my hand on his leg and shook him “huh” he bought his head forehead “what happened?” he looked at me all spaced out “nothing, just waking you up. I got you some food, it’s cold down here. Eat so we can go to bed, take some painkillers and sleep” Chris cleared his throat stretching out his body “did you make this now?” Chris’ voice all husky “yeah, I made it for you. It’s fresh, what you trying to say?” Chris shuffled off the couch a little “nah, I was just asking. You put effort in for me” he opened his can of Sprite first “well I made some chicken for myself too, I ate that already and then I came here” holding my hand out, I am thirsty myself now. Chris moved the drink away from his lips “what?” he questioned “I am thirsty, give me the drink nigga” Chris chuckled “don’t drink it all” taking the can from him “your left enough saliva on the rim” side eyeing Chris “you’re the same woman to swallow my cum and be sucking on my tongue and you complaining about saliva, girl bye” moving the drink away from my lips trying not to laugh with the drink in my mouth, he is such an ass.

I hate wearing baggy clothes but I ain’t got the choice because baby Brown wants to make an appearance, I just feel the bump getting bigger. What if the baby is huge, I hope my body snaps back into shape. Furrowing my eyebrows as I stood to the side, I love seeing my stomach like this. I love being pregnant, to think I have a mini us in my stomach but if my body doesn’t snap back into shape, I will be depressed. Hearing the bedroom door close “did you speak to your mom?” I shouted to Chris from the bathroom, my nipples are huge and I mean I had big nipples already “yeah I did, why are you naked again?” picking up the tee from the side “because I like to stare at my body, what did your mom say? Did you lock up the home?” placing the tee over my head “already find your home creepy so you better have” pulling the tee down “I did, I checked it and it’s fine. I said sorry to my mom and she said sorry to me, she is hurting to know I feel the way I do, I don’t like speaking about it to my mom because it happened to her and it’s bad memories but that shit happened to her and then mentally I got scarred. We hugged and then she went bed, spoke to Tootie while I locked up. Now I am here” I am proud of him “I am happy with you, it’s not Joyce’ fault. She is gullible and I don’t think she thought he would do such a thing” Chris looks so tired so I won’t ask for sex, sucks for me I guess.

Sitting Indian style on the bed looking at Chris “why are you not getting in bed?” Chris asked as he placed the covers over him “I just feel like staring at you while you sleep, creepy right?” Chris pulled a face at me “it is, turn the table light off and get in bed” shaking my head “how are you feeling now?” reaching over and grabbing onto his hand “I feel kind of bad because he is my dad still and I would shed a tear if he did die but then I feel used, like he only wants me for other things. I feel like my family want to forget things that happened but I can’t, I can’t just hide what I felt then. I felt so helpless and I looked to my dad but he did nothing, I just want to forget it but I can’t. I think it’s more with the way he is about it. I am sorry I punched the door, I knew I was going to do something stupid that is why I wanted you to not come to me, I don’t want to disappoint you either Robyn. I want to be the best me to you” smiling at Chris “you already are, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. Your knuckles are sore now too” Chris moved his hand away from my hand to look at his knuckles “it will go down, thank you for sticking by me” sighing out “I messed up once and I wouldn’t do it again, trust me” I just want Chris to be ok.