Chop Top With A Pregnant S/o

chop top with a pregnant s/o

•You thought he was protective before? Think again. As soon as you told the family you were pregnant, he wouldn’t let anyone touch you. I mean ANYONE. Not Bubba, Drayton, or even Nubbins!

•He loves to rub your belly and sing his favorite tunes to his unborn child. He doesn’t fully care if the baby could hear or not, but he thinks they can. Plus it’s quality time with you and his own little family

•He is the sweetest guy ever! He’s there to help you with anything and everything. Choptop will help you do the most simple things and the ones you can’t. He’s a whole different person

•He always talks about being a dad. He’ll talk to you forever about it and even to the others. Drayton eventually slaps him upside the head or pushes him away after he gets tired of it

•The whole world will know. Some strangers walk by and he’s running up to the telling them the good news! Victims caged up? They know too. Everyone does

•Choptop and Bubba will help build a crib and everything yours and Chops child will need. There’s a whole tunnel that looks like a baby sanctuary

•Choptop is super careful around you. He was before, but never like this. He takes the utmost precaution around you it’s ridiculous. Almost like you’re a porcelain doll ready to break any second

Ey govna, gonna have to see your writing license, you need a license to be so good at writing.

I hope this works!

Thanks for the compliment!

The strong smell of cigarette smoke and sweat hit me as I walked in the door of the strip club. Club "Free Will" as they called it.

I glanced over the topless women and sat down at the bar, signaling the bartender to come around.

"What will it be tonight Y/n?" spoke the barkeep.

"The usual. Just double the tonight. Thanks Mitch." I replied, giving a soft smile.

"No problem chick." He replied. Pulling out the short glass, and made my drink.

Taking a sip of the liquid, I turned my back to Mitch and ogled my eyes at the strippers until I was interrupted.

"What is a girl like you doing here?" Asked a rather short, yet oddly attractive man.

Smirking, I turned to look at him. "I'm looking at the goodies. And I think I just found a winner."

He chuckled, pulling out his hand. "The names Gabriel. And you are?"

I shake his hand firmly and reply, "Y/n."

"Strong grip ya got there sugar. You wrestle?"

"No. I do workout though. Gotta stay in shape even when your work doesn't require it." I replied, taking a quick swig of my drunk and putting it down.

"Well I dare say you look great. What do you do anyways?" He replied back, taking a sip of his beer.

"Oh I'm a minister. Yeah, I know the irony." I said, rolling my eyes and chuckling.

"Quite a place for a minister to be. I like your style. How about you and I ditch this place and go somewhere." He said, a kind smile written in his face.

"Sure. I have nothing better to do. You know what, I'll take ya somewhere." I replied, getting up from my seat and Gabriel following me.

After about half an hour of walking we finally arrived at the place. A large, empty building.

"A church huh? A little ironic is it not?" Gabriel said laughing lightly as he stood next to me.

"Maybe but hey, this is where I work. This is kinda my home." I replied, unlocking the church doors and walking inside.

As Gabriel followed me, I spoke. "You know? I believe people get one thing wrong in the Bible. And that's angels. People see them as regular people in heaven. But they are not."

I turned to face Gabriel, a light smile on my face as he listened closely, as though he knew something I did not.

"I believe they are warriors of God and not to be fucked with."

Gabriel laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Oh I know." He said, sitting down.

I did the same, taking a seat next to him.

"I do have a favorite angel though, but not just any angel. Gabriel, the Archangel. He seems different from the rest."

Seeming a little shocked, Gabriel looked at Y/n, but put on a regular face as she looked at him.

"What a coincidence huh?" Gabriel spoke, almost flirtatiously.

Rolling my eyes, I got up and pulled out a marker. Grabbing his hand, I wrote down my number and started to walk away from him.

"Call me! I would love to get to know you better!" I called out, going up the stairs into my office, leaving a very flustered angel behind. 

Announcement!

Okay so, I just saw It Chapter 2 and I’m happy to announce that the Losers Club is now on my request list! Request away ❤️

I swear, stop motion is one of my favorite movie/film styles, and this only gives me more reasons as to why

Here it is! After 6 long weeks of planning, drawing, animating, editing and watching IT, I present to you my groups stop motion animation:

“Paper Boat”

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Fear is a powerful thing

"With a swift swing of the apartment door, Arthur was in his home. Out of breath and bloody, he went into the kitchen, calling out his fiancé's name.

“Y/n? Where are you?”

Hearing her lovers voice, Y/n took a small breath and walked out of a room their shared room.

"Arthur I'm over he-"

Seeing blood all over Arthur, her voice went silence. Words speaking from the fear in her shining e/c eyes.

"Yes, I know this looks bad-It is bad. But baby I'm in big trouble. BIG trouble. I shot a guy."

"..Why?"

Seeing her shaky arms, he snaked his lanky arms around her body, attempting to comfort his love. Though, as any stranger could see, she was the opposite of what he was trying to make her feel.

"Because love" Arthur stated, kissing her forehead, leaving a small print of lipstick, "He made fun of me. Made of people like me."

Before she could even think of any word, the door was broken down, guns pointed at their faces.

"Police! Put your hands up!"

Fearing for her life, Y/n did as she was told, but Arthur, he was quite different. He unhooked his arms from her, and made a motion with his hands, a marion of shooting himself.

He laughed, an episode, starting. Though, with that laugh came a consequence.

Filled with rage, the police grabbed the deranged man, forcing him into cuffs and dragging his think body out of the building and into their car.

Y/n stood there, door broken and herself? Unsure. She was unsure of what to do, but she new one thing. She needed to run. Run for Arthur.

And she did. With the clap of her shoes, the many lights bounced onto her tear struck face, illuminating her velvety skin.

The fire and sorrowful cries of pain waves into her ears, draining a memory she would never forget.

She soon found a large crowd looking over at a car wreck. Quickly, she spotted her lover swaying to an unheard rhythm onto of the damaged vehicle.

He spotted her too, their eyes connecting. The crowd that was there too matched at the even that was happening. Not the hellfire, but lovers speaking unspoken words to one another.

With a sharp motion with his wrist, Arthur had his 'fans' carrying Y/n onto the car.

As he held her hands, he saw the same fear he's seen for months.

They once held love and passion for him, but now, fire and pain is all he saw. It didn't matter though. He didn't care.

With a lick of his lips he spoke loudly.

"Y/n, instead of waiting, we'll be having our wedding here! The scenery is much more grand than Italy or Greece, this is what I want!"

"This isn't you Arthur, this isn't the man I fell for."

"Oh but Y/n it is. And you will like it."

Arthur then smashed his lips onto hers, signifying their marriage and a crowd of cheers.

No matter her struggle, Y/n couldn't pull away. So she thought of the only thing she could do, kiss back. The hellfire and fear never leaving her eyes