#laughs evilly

a/n - a little short but it was on my mind <3

update!! pt. 2 out now!

E | cw - slight manipulation, jacks got a thing for pregnancy but like nothing nsfw, eluded intimidation/threats

2:06 AM

I’m thinking of Jack Abbot who loves his new pregnant neighbor.

He doesn't think he’s seen a more beautiful pregnant woman than you, even with swollen feet that were always in slippers or sandals, or how your face was fuller than the older pictures he’d seen of you. He’d thought you looked amazing as you were, an amazing creator of life, who just shone with natural and effortless beauty, as life itself.

He easily found himself helping you with everything and anything before going to work every day. Moving your new furniture around, putting together the nursery, and helping you paint- basically any manual labor your deadbeat boyfriend was supposed to be doing.

That was a sore subject to him; he would get irrationally angry and possessive when he did come around, asking for handouts and overall douchebaggery he did not appreciate or warrant for this new age of boys. You seemed to never notice Jack's sudden abrasiveness towards your boyfriend, but then again, everyone was so it wasn’t much of a difference as with everyone else.

You were struggling with the decision of keeping your baby daddy in your life and soon to be born childs life. Embarrassed to be walking around with no father, but not ready to let him be in your child’s life if he kept up the way he was. Jack was adamant about not giving you his opinion, kept saying ‘it’s obvious, sweetheart, but I can’t be the one to tell you.’ Or ‘you wouldn’t care for what I think, it’s a little outdated’

The whole time, he just wants to put on a shotgun wedding and make you his before that baby comes so his last name is on both of you— but that’s not exactly feasible with that lowlife hanging around, so it’s about time he’d stop.

Yeah this hedgehog's a star. No it doesnt mean anything <3 I Prommy <3<3

Won’t you be my prom queen?

@drarrymicrofic | words: 263 | prompt: overdue

Harry strolled up to the desk labeled Returns and gave a casual wave to the librarian stationed behind it.

“Hey Angie,” he grinned, dropping the book on the counter. “I’m so sorry, I know this is already overdue, but I was hoping I could renew it?”

“Sorry, Harry,” she replied, leafing through the pages. “It’s a new order, got loads of people waiting to read it.”

“Right, of course, I understand, I really should just buy my own copy,” he grimaced, scratching at his neck.

She let out a chuckle, shaking her head as she scanned the book back into the system.

“Harry, you say that every time you return a book. I’d tell you to just buy the damn book from the start, but you’re practically funding this whole library with your late fees, so maybe I should keep my mouth shut,” she winked.

“Er…right,” he nodded sheepishly.

She laughed knowingly, then glanced over Harry’s shoulder, craning her neck towards the direction of some tables.

“Oi!” she whistled sharply, waving the book in the air, before turning her attention back to Harry. “Anyways, maybe I should send this bloke your way—he’s been hounding me all week to see if this book was ready yet—been checking out all the same types of book you like to snag, actually.”

He turned to look over his shoulder and blanched, mouth gaping in horror as all too familiar grey eyes locked onto his, the man behind him freezing midstep.

and my life…

IS YOURS

— your not too worried about it moot

I GOTCHU