#my mom proceeds to mention that she was pregnant with a boy before me

[violethursday]

Okay Okay reading comprehension has kicked in: what’s up with 8’s last name being the same as Octavio? Are they parent-child? Siblings? Also with one being the leader of the octarian army and the other an agent I imagine there’s tension there! Am I at all right with that?

Yup! Octavia happens to be Octavio's kid. Her origins get a bit confusing though, so I'll explain them to ya.

Long ago, post Great Turf War era, Octavio has a son (who is technically his clone via severed tentacle) name Octavian, or Ian for short. Anyways Ian was way too hard for Octavio to handle, often rebelling against him. One day, Ian went too far with something, causing a physical fight to ensure with his father. Long story short, Octavio bashed Ian's brains out on accident, leading his son to immediately die. <-(it's like the painting Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan. The painting has some blood, so you're obligated to not click on the image if blood makes you uncomfortable/nauseous)

Now decades later, Octavio uses what was left of Ian (stored in a test tube) and attempts to recreate him, which leads to the creation of Octavia (also known as Vee). Octavia grows up, having a good relationship with Octavio, without knowing the existence of her brother until the events of Octo Expansion when she collects Octavio's memcake. She feels saddened upon learning the existence of Ian. Post Octo Expansion, she still wonders what it would've been like if Ian was alive.

With Ian, Octavio was quite strict on him due to raising him a few years after the Great Turf War, still getting used to the post war effects such as living in the domes and his injury.

With Vee, Octavio dotes on her as he's used to the post war effects now. Sometimes when he looks at Octavia he has a feeling of regret with how he raised Ian, wishing he did better.

[seiyasabi]

A Shifter’s Dream

(This is a Yandere Bunny-Shifter N’Doul x Female Reader story :P Plz proceed w caution 

TW: !Noncon!, breeding kink!, hella cum!, he holds you down onto the mattress!, kinda sus bc u just turned 18, he deadass bites you, !pees on u in rabbit form, mounting!, mentions of euthanization of animals at the beginning!, etc..)

“-Mama, Mama!” Your voice echoes throughout the kitchen, as you hurry inside, hands clutching something protectively. Your mother turns, startled by your sudden appearance and anxious sounding voice. 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did those neighbourhood boys bully you again?” Ever the mother hen, she frets over you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and taking a good look at you. 

Shaking your head, you lift your hands, showing the older woman a taupe coloured rabbit, “Look! Mrs. Ruitz next door is selling bunnies! She says this one is blind, so she hasn’t sold it, so she said she’d give him to me if you say yes! Please, please, please say yes! She said she’d put him down if he wasn’t sold,” Tears bead your eyes as you practically beg your mother, who doesn’t seem to have the heart to tell you ‘no’ at that moment. 

She sighs, weighing her options. You’re already ten, so you should be able to take care of him with minimal effort on her part… 

“I suppose that’s alright. You just have to promise me that you’ll take care of him!” You instantly perk up, a bright smile on your face. 

“I promise! I promise!” You hold the bun closer to your chest, practically rocking it in the process, “Thank you, Mama!” 

The older woman smiles once more, patting you goodnaturedly on the back, “Good. Now, let’s go talk to Mrs. Ruitz- we have no idea how to take care of it.” 

Walking across the street, your mother and your neighbour talk about your bunny’s proper care. It turns out, your bun is a male, who is previously named N’Doul. Not wanting to confuse the bunny, you decided to keep his unusual name, chattering away happily to him as you sat in the grass, barely listening to his care requirements. 

The bun listens intently to what you’re saying, relishing your gentle hold around him. 

He must be lucky, he thinks, to have found someone as lovely as you for a mate. 

-

Eight years later, and you and your bun are still going strong. You’d recently moved into your own apartment, trying out adult life as you start college. 

Today is your birthday, officially making you an adult. 

The day was filled with festivities: your mom made you your favourite breakfast in bed (scaring you half to death- apparently she has a copy of your apartment key), your friends took you out shopping, and your mom took you to a birthday dinner. All in all, it was a great day! 

But, a certain bun was seemingly more excited than you were for your birthday, because he seemingly peed himself in excitement the moment you picked him up. Lightly scolding him, you set him down on his rabbit bed that you made him, “‘Doul, what the heck man!” You laugh a little, remembering back to when he was but a teeny kit, “You’re not a baby anymore, bubs, you can’t just pee on me!” The bun is surprisingly smart, allowing you to let him mosy around your house (now your own apartment that you saved up for for years). After he figures out the layout, he’s able to figure out where his pee pad is, along with his grass bed, actual bed, and food/drink area. He is also able to hear where you are, allowing him to cutely hop after you if you’re not already carrying him. 

Going to the bathroom to wash your hands, you hear his barely audible pawsteps behind you, “It’s okay, ‘Doul, I’m just gonna clean myself off, okay?” Flipping on your faucet, you get your hands nice and wet, before you pump some soap onto your hands, and start scrubbing, “Maybe I should shower now, since I’m already here…” You trail off when you feel you bun settle himself on your foot. 

Glancing down, you catch him just in time, as he starts to hump you. Gasping in surprise, you try to gently shake him off, but that seemingly just gets himself off faster, as you feel a foreign wetness against your skin, “What the fuck? Are you serious, N’Doul?!” Annoyed with the way he’s suddenly acting, once you finish washing your hands, you reach down, and scoop the bun up, “That’s not cool, bro. Because of that, you can wait in my room while I shower.” 

Plopping him in his bunny bed, you turn on your heel, and hurry back into the bathroom, closing the door before he can follow you inside. 

-

Stepping out of your shower, you wrap yourself securely with your plush towel. Not bothering to wipe off the steam from your mirror, you bust out of the bathroom, only to be greeted with your now empty room. The door leading to the hallway is wide open, and your bunny is nowhere to be seen. Completely stupefied, you have no idea how to respond. Did the bun hop up high enough to hit the handle? That should be impossible! A Holland Lop is big, but not that big! 

“N’Doul? Bun? Where on Earth did you go?” Deeming your bunny’s safety higher than you changing into clothing, you quickly move out of your room clad in only your towel. 

You go room by room, searching frantically for your beloved pet. He has to be here somewhere! 

So, when you finally make it to your living room/kitchen, you let out a yell of fear. There, on your couch, is a naked, bunny eared, buff man who’s humping into your previously used panties, “Who the hell are you! Get the fuck out of my house!” Reaching for the baseball bat in the hallway, you hold it up with one hand threateningly, the other currently holding your towel. 

A deep, rumbling laugh is heard from the mysterious man, who then tosses aside your soiled panties, “Don't be like that, Love. Your N’Doul only getting myself ready for you.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about? And what did you do with my bunny?” He chuckles, relishing your cute reaction. 

“I’m your bunny, (Your Name). I’m N’Doul.”

“The hell you are! Get out, before I bash your skull in!” He stands to his feet, completely towering over you. Gulping in fear, you move backwards, but then you notice his eyes. They’re the same milky white your bun has, “I-I’m warning you! Stay away from me, you creep!” 

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, showing how large his hands are compared to yours, “I’m not going to hurt you- I wouldn’t be a good mate if I did.” 

Without thinking, you chuck your baseball bat at his bunny-eared head, before turning and running to your room. You hear the metal bat make contact, along with a yelp of pain. Locking your door behind you, you search your room for your car keys. Not long after you dump out your purse in pursuit of your keys, you hear loud footsteps thumping towards you. 

A loud bang echoes throughout the room, as the man’s hit practically shakes the foundation of the wall, “Open the door, (Your Name)! Open it right now!” He sounds angry, and when you don’t respond fast enough, he starts trying to break down the door, his muscled body practically bending the thin wood with each body slam. 

Screaming in fear, you start to cry. Thick tears drip down your face, as you plead with him to stop, “I-I don’t want to! Get out of my house!” 

With one last mighty slam, the humanized N’Doul breaks into your bedroom. His nose is bleeding from the bat hitting him in the face, but other than that, he’s completely unscathed. Hearing you cry, he immediately goes to shush you, “Don’t cry, Love. Now that you’re considered an adult in your species, we can finally begin our life together.”

To his chagrin, you continue to sob, completely scared out of your mind, “No! Get out! Stop pretending to be my bunny, it’s weird!” He approaches you slowly, his much bigger form slightly bumping into a few pieces of furniture. This gives you enough time to make a break for it. 

You try to round his form, almost making it to what’s left of your bedroom door, only to be stopped by a meaty arm practically slamming you onto your bed. Trying to get up, you quickly realise that escape is impossible, as his muscular legs practically trap you against your mattress. He uses his weight to hold you down, as he bites into your neck, trying to make you submit. 

“Shh, stop resisting me, my Love. I promise that I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives,” He continues to bite at you, as your screams are muffled into your sheets. 

His large hands rip your towel off of you, exposing your slightly wet body to his prying fingers. The rough pads of his fingers rub at your erect nipples and unprepared slit, trying to get you as wet as possible. 

“You’ll be a wonderful mother, I can tell you were made for this,” His cock head bumps against your tight entrance, forcing itself in as you scream. 

He starts a breakneck pace almost immediately, relishing how your walls massage him so sinfully- as if you were made for only him, his inexperienced fingers rub at your clit harshly, trying to make this as pleasurable for you as possible, 

Whilst this was happening, a bolt of pure pleasure shot up your spine, as he hit a certain gummy patch in your pussy, causing you to gush uncontrollably. Loud keens escape your gaping mouth, as his harsh ministrations are enough to almost make you cum immediately. 

“Fuck, your body accepts me so perfectly, Love. It’s like it knows I’m going to pump you full of kits,” He lightly slaps at your clit, causing you to seize up in orgasm, quickly throwing him over the edge as well. Hot, virile cum overflows your womb, his swimmers quickly inseminating you. But it’s not enough. N’Doul, moments after orgasm, bucks into you even harsher than before, wanting to push as much of his cum as possible inside of you, “My perfect mate, I love you so much! I knew you were the one for me from the first time I met you! Only the love of my life would accept me even with my blindness!” 

Still sensitive from before, the both of you hustle over the edge in mere moments, your release squirting all over the both of you. 

“We’re not stopping until I know that you're pregnant, my love. Our wonderful kits are such a good birthday present, no?”

[alreadyblondenow]

Hold it all together

“Hey uhm what do you think about me being your sister’s boyfriend?”

Pairing: Johnny x female!reader, childhood best friends to lovers

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF

WC: 1,970k

Warnings: mentions of exchanging nudes, a lot kissing, unorotected sex, mentions of condoms, its just soft sex guys hahha mentiins of dreamies being the reader’s brothers.

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I have time. To the

Happy, excited, and sleepless. Today is the first day of Johnny’s spring break and he has been waiting for this day, the moment freshman year started... because this is the only time he can go home and finally see you again.

Johnny has been your childhood best friend and you two are basically inseparable. Well, except when he needed to leave for college. Of course you’re devastated the whole summer just before Johnny leaves. And it was that season, you both admitted your feelings for each other. Feelings that has been bottled up for too long finally and suddenly bursted out during a friendly kiss that turned into a passionate one which led to a slow and intimate sex the night before he left.

It has been almost half a year when that fateful night happened, but everything feels so fresh for him still. After what happened between you and Johnny, your relationship with each other did not progressed to something even more serious. Although you exchange nudes from time to time, FaceTime until the morning and say ‘i miss you’ to each other together with other sweet words.

And that is why Johnny is driving his way home to you with a bouquet of flowers on the front seat of his car, fighting through his sleepiness and keeping himself awake until he reaches your house to surprise you.

When he finally arrived first thing in the morning, he met your mom first and told you that he’s here to surprise you. “She’s still sleeping, but you can wake her up if you want to. She misses you so bad,” your mom said to Johnny. He then made this way to your room with the flowers in his hand and entered quietly, careful not to disturb your sleep. He placed the flowers on your bedside table near a photo he took for you and smiled in awe because you always cherish everything he gave you.

Feeling so sleepy and tired from the long drive, he removed his shoes and joined you under the covers. Slinging his arm around your waist and finally waking you up with soft kiss on your cheek. “I’m home,” he whispered softly. You rolled to face him, surprised but you’re both so sleepy to show it so you returned his hug and hugged him tightly. The moment you laid eyes on him, his eyes were already closed, comfortable and more than happy that he can feel your presence.

And as you both sleep together in your small bed, well, small because Johnny is a big person, you bask in his warmth and meet him in your dreams. Not wasting any second without each other.

“You must be really tired” you said when he finally woke up, raking his soft hair away from his face.

He nodded and smiled at you. Finally. He thought. “What time is it?”

“Almost afternoon. But no one cares,” you said and came closer to him, finally kissing those lips you missed so much. He rolled on top of you, putting his whole weight on you while kissing you breathlessly on the lips, neck and chest. His hands were perfectly placed on your waist, his thumb is drawing small circles on your skin and as if he’s asking permission to lift your shirt and see you without your clothes on.

He pulled away to remove his thick hoodie and plain white shirt, leaving him only with his denim pants. You noticed his body changed a lot, sure the nude photos he sends were great and it makes you miss him more, but seeing Johnny again in between your legs without a shirt on and looking hot as fuck just makes you crave for him. “This is so much better than the photos you send me,”

He let out a satisfied smile and started to unbutton his denim pants and remove it in front of you. You on the other hand, removed your pajama and welcomed him in your arms again. Kissing him deeper than ever and making him touch your boobs and squeeze them, which makes you automatically part your lips and want for more.

“Have you been fucking different girls from different sororities?” You joked in between kissing him and palming his clothed cock.

“Wouldn’t even dare. How can I even think of fucking other girls, knowing that this pussy is waiting for me?” he knew you were only joking and put his thumb on your clothed pussy. Teasing you with the right amount of pressure, careful not to make you cum so early.

“How about you? Have you been seeing other guys?” you smiled and removed your shirt, throwing it somewhere and finally exposing yourself to him. He then kissed every inch of you, hands freely roam around your body, and even tickling you from time to time.

“How can I even try seeing other guys, when I already have who I want?”

You didn’t see but Johnny smiled because of your answer while he’s placing butterfly kisses all the way down your body. Kissing you lovingly and showing you how much he misses you.

After the innocent kisses, you feel him reach for your panties and hook his fingers on the garter, slowly pulling it down while he kisses your inner thighs. Preparing you to what comes next and spreading your legs a little too harsh than expected that you yelped and your body was dragged on the mattress.

“Oops. Sorry, got carried away,” he sweetly apologized to you, kissing you on the cheek before he proceeds again.

That sudden harsh movement was the real Johnny in bed. You’ve only had sex with him once, now is only the second time. But word is, Johnny fucks hard in bed. Everyone knows that because he slept with a handful of girls during high school and you’re just this supportive friend that listens to him talk about a great night or a great fuck the other night.

“Hey,” Johnny snapped his fingers and went on top of you again, intertwining his fingers with yours and kissing your knuckles before he makes you embrace him. “What’s the matter?”

“N-nothing. I’m just swimming in my thoughts. Uhm, what did you said again?”

“I asked if you want to use a condom”

“Uh. I don’t have one... do you-“

“Nope,” he said with a smirk. You suddenly remember that he loves fucking raw but what you don’t know is, you’re the first person he ever fucked raw. “Just tell me if it hurts. Again. Okay?”

He said, and you nod. Lining his cock on your entrance while he kisses your neck and kissing your boobs as he pushes in slowly. Tighter and tighter, your grip on his shoulders becomes. The familiar stretch of Johnny’s cock just makes your eyes shut and take him whole. Savouring every thrust he gives you, feeling every inch of cock inside you. It’s so big, you tell to yourself.

“Sorry, it’s bigger now because I’m so horny and I haven’t had sex since our last” he explained with ragged breaths near your ear.

“It’s okay,” is all you can manage to say.

He fucked you slow and deep or fast and sloppy. Either way it felt good and it surprised you how long you lasted this time.

Then suddenly he pulled away, spreading your legs wider as he changes his position. Having a better view of your bouncing boobs and fucked expression that never fails to turn him on. “Fuck Y/n,” he whined and reached for your boobs as he moves slower. Matching your moans and groans because he’s so close too. He then closes the space between you two and kissed you on the lips again like you’re about to disappear any second. Holding on to your body so tight that you’re sure it’s going to leave marks. Then suddenly your eyes rolled back and you’re breathing heavily and moaning a little too loud but no one will hear. Your orgasm completely washed you away and its all thanks to Johnny.

You smiled at him and reached for kisses to calm both of you down. “Was it a good one?” He was talking about the orgasm.

“The. Best.” You said in between kissing. “Did you come inside me?” He shook his head no. “Good. I’m not on the pill,”

“Kind of made a mess tho,” he looked to the direction of where he shoot his cum and it was on your lower abdomen and bed sheets. It was thick. His cum was so thick and many, that he was already embarrassed.

“Is it obvious that i missed you?” He asked. Kissing you on your forehead sincerely before he proceeds to clean his mess up.

“I think I need to shower,” you said.

“Okay, I’ll cover for you,”

While you were busy cleaning yourself, Johnny made himself decent again and decided to go downstairs to greet Mark and Jeno, your brothers. And eventually have breakfast with them.

“Hey uhm what do you think about me being your sister’s boyfriend?” He casually asked them and stuffed sausage in his mouth.

“Heck yeah that’s what I’m talking about man! Yo, just dont hurt her” Mark exclaimed in excitement thens suddenly turned serious.

“I won’t,” Johnny answered.

“And don’t make her miss you too much because you know we cant trust long distance relationship these days,” Jeno added.

Johnny agrees and said, “I will visit her every month”

“Don’t get her pregnant. I mean yet- get her pregnant when it’s the righ time- you get what i mean” Mark awkwardly added.

“O...kay. I’ll use condoms from now on. Anything else?”

“Dude just make her happy like you always do,”

“I will” Johnny said with a proud smile.

“Aren’t you boys should be cleaning the pool?” And the two boys immediately scrammed and quickly did their chores. Leaving you and Johnny in the kitchen with the food. Pinching Johnny’s cheek because now that you can see him clearly, you see a lot of changes.

“Only you can do that to me” he said then caught your hand and intertwined it with yours, he has become bold you notice. He pulled you closer to him while he finishes his juice, but the atmosphere is hetting a little stuffy and awkward so you tried having a conversation.

“Do you want to shower? I still have some of your clothes” you offered.

“Mhmm. Keep those, I have stuff in my car”

You nod and suddenly it was silent.

“Hey y/n, I was thinking of making it official between us. I mean if you want to. I just think that we’ve been flirting with each other for some time now and wed make a pretty good team,”

“ I thought you’d never ask. Took you longer than expected tho,” you put another sausage in his mouth ”The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love, and be loved in return.”

“Im just scared to fuck it up,” he sighed in relief “thank you for loving me back. I promise to take care of you 5000 more times than before”

“I’ll do the same... and wow you just asked me to be your girlfriend in the middle of our kitchen. How romantic.” He smiled handsomely then suddenly remembered one last thing.

“Oh by the way we uhm we need to start using condoms. I promised mark,”

“What-“

“I know right. Fucking you raw is good but your brother said to not get you pregnant”

“Ugh mark...” you moved your chair and hugged him tightly feeling him kiss the top of your head and cheek nonstop while you continue to eat.

The day may have started filthily, but it ended with a decently soft kiss on your temple from your best friend now boyfriend.

[calypsoff]

Twenty Six.

Looking over at Robyn in the SUV “man, what you doing?” I said through my laughter “you are taking pictures of me again, excuse me if you start telling people about me and your toes we over” Robyn cackled “I’m not, just adding you to my story. I like to show off my man, but how do you feel? Virginia is coming to an end?” Side eyeing her “for you yes, I’m going back with the boys” Robyn huffed out “why can’t you just come back with me? Seriously? It’s not that hard Chris, come to California. Then go to Texas get your things and come back” she’s always planning “or I can go from here to Texas then to California? Better right? Then we have a big sex session before you go and then I wave you bye bye and have parties?” Robyn shook her head “I think prior to the revelation about your toe sucking and foot licking, I would have said no because you will have girls around. Boy I am not complaining, you do know my shoes just came off” looking out of the window, I am not speaking to her. She keeps reminding of something I know I did, she is annoying now “poppa please, do it for son, son. He won’t like it” Robyn tugged at my arm “poppa! Please, I’m sorry” she knows she’s doing the most and now I shall be silent with her “it made me wet when you did that to my foot?” Oh she’s trying to make things better “be quiet” I mumbled, I am done with her “ok fine I will let it go, I will not speak on it again. Robyn is done” Robyn is done but I am done with her, she can talk to her damn self.

Robyn is grovelling she wants me to care and I don’t “ok I won’t mention is again, deal?” I heard what she said but I chose to ignore her now “I was going to say I will do your foot but no, those aren’t cute” dragging my eyes away from my phone staring at Robyn’ face all in mine “I’m glad you’re happier, but at my expense” she is so cute; like I can’t even remain angry at her. She’s just being adorable “you can have a party but don’t mess up the house, see happy?” I shrugged “I suppose, but you still teasing about the foot thing. You going to stop that” that smirk on her face tells me otherwise “right well I’m going to drop you off at my mother’ house because I need to see TJ and Barry like this is not a lie and no you can’t come because the area is not safe for my love” Robyn is not happy; she is the pouting one now not just me “and you!?” She retorted “it’s my area twin, I know this area like that I can walk around. If I walk around with you then I am having to protect you because you close, so yeah. You need to go and stay with my mother while I see to them and then I will be back” Robyn is not agreeing but she will need too “so you really not coming with me to California. You are staying here for what?” I shrugged “I like my city you know” Robyn turned away “the city don’t like you, let’s not forget they trying to kill you” oh she is really not happy, I will let her get over it.

My mom is so pleased every time Robyn comes, she is like her second daughter and I find that cute “baby I will get your bed made, that reminds me” my mom pointed at me “thanks mom, Robyn is going tomorrow so I will come here for a few days and Desean I don’t have a large size for you” Tootie gasped “nigga take it the fuck back, you do not say that about my son” I snorted laughing “I am lying, I got you nephew. We about to do the photoshoot together, I am joking ok?” taking it back, I was joking with him, but I don’t want him to take it seriously “can I meet Drake?” shaking my head “yo nigga, I barely meet that nigga myself but one day. I got you. So yeah. I am going to meet up with Barry, also Robyn can tell y’all about the lovely time she had and what I did for her” Robyn is still pouting so I just kissed her lips without a care “you being too busy for me boy, when Robyn goes back we will spend time yes?” saluting my mother “of course, I will be back soon” Robyn is not impressed but what do I care, I just need to get my shit out there. Get my clothing line recognized so yes, I am busy sometimes “dad, I am taking your car. I will bring it back!” I shouted taking his keys anyways, he will hear me anyways.

TJ and Tina are so fucking weird, like the fact they are even together I find it weird, it’s just I didn’t expect it. She is practically home, his family accepted it “Tina liking that country life huh? Look at her” grabbing a can of Sprite from the side “it’s a lovely place, I do like it” Tina agreed “oh yeah, Mel” I clinked my fingers at Barry “what about her?” licking my lips smiling “you like her, go and proceed. I got her number so I will give it you, get on with it. Robyn said she a little lonely because Robyn got me and she got nobody” I shrugged opening the can “hey! Don’t be saying that about my girl, just she needs a man. Maybe Barry could be the one” I forgot about Tina being here or maybe I just didn’t care “so forget the Mel thing, did you and Robyn you know?” TJ placed his arm around my shoulders “have sex? Yes, we had sex and sex, and then more sex. It was delicious and the most precious moment of my life, I tell a joke, but it was a process time for us. It worked and I think it was needed for the both of us, we feel much closer now, well I do anyway but yeah. I came here for you. I had to leave Robyn at my mother’ home because bringing her here can be hectic, I don’t want that for her. I like her to have that normality so yeah, what is it?” drinking from the can “you are so protective of her, that is cute to see for my girl. I can’t believe she stayed there; did not she not refuse?” Tina asked “a little but I am the man of the house I told her how it is” I laughed “I joke, just said that it’s hard to just take you around like that, she understood” I shrugged, she did take it well, that is not a lie.

Sitting down on the chair taking in the VA sun, I have been relaxed since I have had sex with Robyn “does your sister fancy me or something? Why is she taking pictures of me” I asked confused “oh she is doing that TikTok shit” pulling a face “ma’am” I pointed at her, wanting her to know I knew she was taking a video, she got shy “so Seiko” I groaned out “now why do we need to speak on that, can we skip the conversation!?” TJ sighed out “I wish I could, but it is what it is, she is there because of my mistake. I am stuck, but she is doing a gender reveal and I of course is going but I would want my brothers there. I rather just work with her, my family is going, and you are my brothers so please come with me and support me” shaking my head “bro, that is my ex and she been talking shit about me and Robyn, I can’t be there. I ain’t going near that, why would she want me to be there” TJ rubbed his face “it’s not about you and her nigga, it’s about that fucking child that is a mistake, but I am stepping up. The blessing you needed because she would have pushed that on you, please be there for me. Just be there for me and then we dip, it’s just a gender reveal” licking my top lip, I do not like the sound of any of it, seems like too much would be done “her friends will be there, I fucked all of them girls. It’s awkward bro, I can’t be there” I don’t know what he wants from me “who cares? You the flyest nigga there, you ain’t done shit. You go with your head high and for me, please” he really wants me there “Barry is coming” taking in a deep breath “look, I need to speak to Robyn about it, but I don’t know, see what happens” that is the best I can do for him.

Imagine being there knowing that is my ex and she is pregnant but my best friend, I am involving myself in that and Robyn may not like that I don’t know “you still thinking on it?” TJ asked, he knows I am sat here thinking about that shit, I mean how the fuck could I go there and just act like nothing happened “I don’t know what to do bro, like it doesn’t bother me. Hand on my heart but I have a certain reputation to hold, you know? It’s like people see me with Rihanna and I can’t just be with my ex” I mean it will look like that “he is right TJ, he has to be careful. Places like Shade Room, and all those blogs will be on it if like his pictures start floating around about his ex and then Rih will be pissed off, and we don’t need that” Tina is right “but it’s not about that, it’s about me needing my best friend there. Barry is coming too, just be with me. Be in the back, you are family to me. I feel bad I did that to you already, I get it but we are coming up with some shit and the baby can come and see me alone” rubbing my face “I will speak to Robyn about it, I mean have you ever tried to ask Robyn anything like that. She is going to on my ass about it. She already wanted me to come with her to Cali and I said no I am staying here for a few days. Also I am going to Texas but then going Cali. I am staying at Robyn’ home. I am babysitting the house and I will do business from there. You are both welcome to come too. But before I do that I promised I would go on a few days of the tour with her. I suppose you could stay there with Rorrey until I fly back in. So yeah, I will be busy. We all will be” Barry’ eyes lit up “living in California!? Bruh, can we have parties?” I knew he would ask that “yeah, she said we can within reason though” I knew these niggas would come, they would never leave me alone.

Scratching the side of my face, Seiko still has me on her page like why. I do not understand why she hasn’t deleted the pictures; she deleted the couple pictures but picture she randomly took of me. I look terrible actually, locking my phone. Let me go and see what Robyn is up too with my family, closing the car door behind me. I think I am going to have my family in a bigger home, I want to get to that kind of place where I can put them somewhere private, somewhere much bigger. Like my nephew is growing, he is sleeping downstairs now that I am home so like I need to do that. Pushing open the front door “family!” placing the keys on the side and closing the door behind me, I find this home extremely small now when I am living well now, the places I have seen and lived in. It’s amazing to see that those types of homes exist “we are watching Taken!” Desean said “oh that, y’all boring. You bored?” I asked Robyn “no I am not actually” oh she is not happy “Robyn cooked for us actually, we will be eating soon” nodding my head “cool, erm. Robyn I need to speak to you” I pointed upstairs “Robyn also made your bedroom, I told her not too but she insisted and she made your bed and did your room up” letting out an oh “wow baby, you didn’t have too. Thank you” that is sweet of her “mhmm come” Robyn walked by me.

If she is moody then I don’t think I will tell her anything “uhm, why you moody?” walking into my bedroom “oh my room looks clean, thank you twin” closing the door “no, not you. I have enjoyed your family. Just the thought of going back to Cali, just depressing. But yeah, nothing to do with you” nodding my head, I guess she is feeling it “ok cool, well yeah I met TJ and Barry, we had a few drinks and spoke on something. TJ came out with something, well he asked me. And I said that I would need to ask Robyn before anything. So he’s having a gender party thing and he wants me to be there” Robyn just stared at me dumbfounded “oh wait, your ex is having a gender reveal and you want to be there?” Robyn put it in better words “uh yeah, but like I didn’t say yes because I am unsure of it. I mean the girl there will be the girls I have had sex with so it’s a little awkward, but I also want to support my boy” Robyn is not impressed “yeah why not Chris, a nice little reunion huh? I mean that is classless I don’t care what you say” well that tells me “you know what Chris; I won’t stop you going because I know you. I am not insecure, but I expect something to come out of it. I also want to say I am not happy about it, it’s a little trashy that my man will be there with his ex-girlfriend gender reveal because his best friend fucked her, and you had sex with all her friends. It’s trashy with a capital T and you know what Chris. Go, if I stop you then I look stupid and insecure because I know them rats will be speaking on it. But I am not happy about it, but I am stuck aren’t I? I would look the bad one stopping you but have fun. I just need to just go and think. Now I am going back to watch the movie, bye” Robyn is being childish “right” rubbing my face.

Pushing Desean’ head a little “let uncle sit there” walking around the couch, I want to sit next to Robyn. I do know she is hating me right now, but I still want to sit next to her, I know Desean hates me for moving him, but she has no choice in that “smile” sitting next to Robyn “for what?” she mumbled “I am here with you” placing my arm behind Robyn and then turned a little to face her “don’t be like that with me, yeah. We had a good time, and this is nothing. I get it you’re annoyed with me, but this is minor” staring at the side Robyn’ face, she is so cute when she is annoyed “you know you look cute when you mad” Robyn cleared her throat and then proceeded to place her legs over my lap “still find you annoying but massage my feet” Robyn is annoying “you’re not funny” she really isn’t “I am not happy still but that will kind of make me happy so proceed” she us doing the most, as she does but let me just massage her feet.

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The evolution of Donella’s relationship with Hugo, a headcanon:

See my previous analysis of Donella here

Donella is a very cynical person. Being from the Iron Kingdom has taught her that you can’t trust anyone, that you don’t get anywhere in life without cheating, and that forming attachments to people is dangerous and always leads to disappointment or heartbreak later. This skepticism of becoming close with people was only reinforced by the betrayal of her once best friend and partner, Ulla.

She believes the world is cruel and you have to be cruel too to survive in it, so taking in a young, hungry, and beaten boy off the streets and practically raising him as her own is definitely outside of her comfort zone.

Donella teaches this boy everything she knows, including all of her cynical beliefs. She’s an interesting character when compared with Mother Gothel because while they parallel in the way they teach their children, Mother Gothel did it knowing it was not true, deliberately being manipulative, while Donella did it believing every word, genuinely hoping to spare Hugo from being hurt, abandoned and left for dead once again, as had happened to him many times prior to their encounter.

Donella also tries to maintain a certain distance from Hugo. She believes that attachments are dangerous, so she doesn’t want to get attached to him, and doesn’t want him to get attached to her. If she were ever to buy him a gift, she’d pass it off with an explanation about how it’s not really a gift. “I didn’t buy you new lab equipment for you, I did it so you could do better work for me. Absolutely no other reason.” She insists that no one will keep you around unless there is something you can do for them (which she also believes) and that her keeping him around is only because he is useful to her (which she deep down knows isn’t true). Consequently, Hugo grows up under the impression that Donella cares for him much less than she actually does, but still has a hunch that she does care, at least a little, deep down.

I imagine that at one point early on, Hugo accidentally called her “Mom,” which took her off guard and even scared her, because a she hadn’t realized that she herself had started to feel like a mother to him. So she’d proceed to tell him that she was not his mother and he shouldn’t call her that as Hugo tried to take it back, embarrassed. There would be a few times later on where Hugo would almost do it again, saying “Mo-... Uh, Don” and they’d both just pretend it didn’t happen.

When Hugo starts to become attached to Varian, she reminds him that he will only be let down, that especially because Hugo’s betrayal of Varian is on such a personal level, Varian would never forgive him once he finds out, and Hugo had better not get too invested in the new “friendships” he’s made. Again, she really believes this. She knows Hugo has been burnt too many times before when trying to have relationships with people, and she believes his habit of trying to do it again is going get him hurt.

This is why ending of 7k is a real game changer for her. In my mind, in Ulla‘s final moments, when she steps out of the library, she’d turn to Donella and simply say, “I’m sorry,” to which an astonished and definitely not tearing up Donella would respond “I’m sorry too.” The greatest betrayal is finally reconciled. At the same time, Hugo forgiven by Varian, and he goes on to chase his dreams and lead a happier life, not only without Donella, but in spite of her and the things she taught him.

This cuts deeper than she would like to admit, and at first, she is bitter about it. Hugo and Varian probably offer her a second chance immediately after the library incident, but she declines and goes back home to her old life. She insists to herself that it doesn’t matter to her that Hugo has left, but after a few weeks without him, realizing that she’s lonely and missing him, she’d can’t deny that Hugo wasn’t the one that needed her, but she needed him.

Her next t hought is that Hugo would never forgive her. After all those years of doing what she thought was best for him, she realizes that she’d only been misleading him. But after a moment she’d consider that if Ulla, the last person she’d expect to do so, could forgive her, maybe there was a chance Hugo could too.

So she goes back to Corona with the hopes of rekindling a relationship with him. At first, Hugo is a bit skeptical. As mentioned before, he was never aware of how much Donella actually cared about him, so her attempt to give up her old life in order to have a relationship with him again seems strange and unexpected at the least. But after talking with Varian, Varian would suggest that maybe she is really trying and he should give her a chance because Hugo would also like to have a relationship with her if at all possible, so he does.

So for many months and even years, Donella makes attempts to be more open and honest with herself and with Hugo about her feelings. Perhaps, one day, when Hugo calls her “Mom” again and tries to take it back, she’d stop him and admit that, truthfully, she’d come to see herself as a mother to him as well and wouldn’t really mind if he referred to her as such.

Next she might even try to have a sort of relationship with Varian. Not only is he the friend of her pseudo-son, but now that she’s been forgiven by Ulla and vice versa, she feels a sense of obligation to look out for the son of her best friend. She’d be able to tell him more about his mother than even Quirin could, which Varian deserves to know. After all, there was once a time when Ulla was still pregnant, and Donella had fully expected to at least partially be in Varian’s life. Maybe now that all is forgiven, Donella’s can still do this and begin repair what damage was done by her and Ulla’s falling out.

I don’t think she’ll ever really get along with Quirin even if they learn to be civil towards one another. As far as Nuru and Yong go, none of the things Donella did effected them as personally as Hugo and Varian, so while they’d be skeptical of her at first, they’d ultimately have the attitude of “if Hugo and Varian forgive you, then I guess we’re cool.”

In the end, Donella would become Corona‘s newest reformed criminal. Varian and Hugo trying to teach her to be nice and patient with people might make her eye twitch, but she’d manage eventually! Of course, she would never quite lose her bite and evil flare. I mean, she’s still Donella.

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Best Friend Pact- Part 2: To Lovers

Calum attempts to drink the sadness away one night at a party, but his friend, Neveah, doesn’t let him completely. And in their stalled journey off sobriety, they make a secret pact. Black!OC

CW: Over the course of this series there are mentions of pregnancy, birth, death, and death related trauma. Please proceed with caution. 

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"You're going to want to see this," Calum calls out. Neveah's leaning against the wall just outside the bathroom, terrified to step inside. If it's another negative pregnancy test, she's going to cry. She can already feel the pressure building in her chest.

"I can't," she croaks. "I can't do this."

The toilet flushes before Calum steps out of the bathroom, arms behind his back. He wouldn't be holding negative tests, would he? What an awful trick to play on her. "You're a giant asshole," she hisses, "if those aren't positive tests, you're a giant asshole."

His lips quirk down for a second. He'd never do such a thing. She dreads this every couple of months they do this. Just to make sure though her periods are indication enough. Her eyes always fall when the plastic screen comes back with the same result. She always gives the heaviest sighs and her shoulders sit heavier on her shoulders. He would never lie to her. Not at a time like this. "So am I a little asshole if they're positive?"

"Just give me the bad news."

"Bad news, you're gonna have to officially move into my bedroom. Good news, the baby already has a room established." As the words are falling from his lips, he can feel his lips lifting in joy. He watches her groan, throwing her head back into the wall, before snapping up.

"What? Are you serious?" Her voice carries down the hallway, making Duke lift his head to the sound from the living room. "I'm pregnant?" she questions in a whisper.

Calum nods, grin widening. He holds out the capped tests. Her hands tremble. Neveah remembers this feeling, knows the nerves all too well. On their second try, she noticed a faint positive line. She was excited and rushed to Calum in the backyard. His heart nearly burst out his chest, but they had to be smart and had to be triple sure. A couple of days later, they took another test. That one was negative, much more clear that time. Tears are blurring her vision.

"Please tell me it's not another false positive," she croaks, sagging into the wall. "Please, God, I can't."

Calum shakes his head. "No, no, babe, it's not. It's not I promise." Her tears fall, shoulders shaking visibly now. Calum places the test back onto the sink counter before pulling her into a hug, whispering into her hair. "Ssh, it's okay. We'll take another one just to show you. It's a real positive, I promise."

"I'm really gonna be a mom?" Calum nods, sighing a soft yes into her ear. That phrase, yes, she is going to be a mom. The mother to his child. "And you're going to be a dad."

His breath catches in his throat. He's going to be a dad. Holy fuck, it's becoming real. This is not just a plan. It's no longer just a fantasy. It's real. His eyes start to sting. The tears are coming. His throat tightens, but god he can't stop smiling. "Thank you," he breathes. "Thank you so much. You're amazing. I can never repay you for doing this for me."

"This baby is repayment enough."

The panic sets in after going to the doctors. They are really going to have a baby. Staring down at the sonogram after the eight-week mark. They make it into the lobby of the building, the OBGYN is in a bigger center of other offices before the trembles finally overtake her. "Fuck," she whispers.

Calum squeezes her hand, pulling her to some chairs. "Deep breathe. It's gonna be okay."

As she settles down, gripping tight at the wooden armrests. "It's real. Like, I'm growing a tiny human, tiny fingers."

Calum squats in front of her legs, hands gently resting on her knees. He can see the slight tremble to her upper lip too. Soothing gently strokes up and down her cotton covered thigh, the warmth of Calum's palm are the only things that keep her semi-grounded. "Hey, it's okay. We've talked about this."

"I know. I just- fuck." Her hands gravitate towards her stomach. The tiny beep and thump from the ultrasound still ringing in her ears. They had come a long way from praying on bathroom tiles that they test would be positive. Now, they're holding onto sonograms, listening to a heartbeat. It feels way too heavy, but not really at the same time. Calum hums, rubbing still at her thigh. It's silent between them. What can he say that will ground her? Words fail him repeatedly unless he's writing them down. He stays there, deep in a squat, knees and thighs screaming at him to stand, and rubs her thigh.

"If it's a boy can we paint the room red?" Neveah asks after a couple of minutes silence. This is her baby, his baby–their baby. It's okay to be scared, she figures. If she weren't scared, that would be worse. "Nerves are good, right?"

Calum nods. "Nerves are okay. Thoughts on yellow if it's a girl?"

A smile lifts her cheeks. "I like the sound of that."

"Besides, you've waned yourself off coffee which is a miracle in and of itself. You haven't had deli meat in months. You never ate raw fish or meat, so that won't be hard. The cheese thing might be hard."

"I just love cheese. It's not a crime."

Calum chuckles, brushing his fingers over her cheek. "Never said it was. Things are going to be okay. They're going to be better than okay. I believe in you. In us."

Us. He's yet to use that term. What are they? Friends? Co-parents? Crazy? He's not sure. And either is she. There's more to worry about though, bigger issues to jump over. What they are, if anything, always slips to the back of her mind. Until now. Until us. 

It's not just her having a baby. It's not just her having Calum's baby. Things are different now. He pulls her in closer now. She finally managed to leave her apartment, the lease ending two months ago and officially moved in with him. She had been staying at his place so much, her apartment was beginning to just feel like a storage unit. Both of them agreed that it would be easier if she just moved in now.

"Us," she whispers, testing the word on her tongue, tasting it as she hisses on the 's'. It's not off-putting. She tries it out one last time, "Us. That's reassuring."

Calum stands, swallowing the groan building in his chest. He's not built for that much squatting. "Let's go get something to eat. We have to figure out who's parents to tell first."

"Yours are halfway across the world, unfortunately."

He nods, threading his fingers through hers. He's started doing this more often. Calum's not too concerned about his parents being far. Ideally, he would've had kids back in Sydney, away from the stiff and plastic Valley. But when crazy opportunities present themselves, you take them. He's worried thought about her mother. She hasn't told him about the doctor's appointment again, but he hears her in the backyard sometimes a sob breaking past her lips. "We'll tell your family first," he offers. "It'll be good news, yeah?"

He keeps his gaze straight ahead, double checking that no cars are coming as they cross to the other side of the parking lot to his car. She watches him, the way he blinks rapidly. He does this when he's covering something up. "You know she's sick again."

"I didn't want to bring it up until you were ready." They stop outside the passenger door. Calum reaching to open the door, but she stops him. "I was going to take Duke out and I heard you on the phone, crying. I didn't–I didn't know what to do. I thought if I went out to comfort you, you'd think I was eavesdropping. Which I wasn't. But now it sounds stupid that I didn't. I'm sorry."

"There's no reason to be sorry, Calum. You care. I get it."

"I should've done something though."

"We don't keep crying over spilled milk. The first cry is okay. You've apologized. You don't have to keep apologizing. We can tell my parents first. They need some good news." She turns to open the door and Calum holds onto her hip gently. She turns back around.

"I'm not crying over spilled milk. But I need you to know I do care. I'm terrible at expressing that at times. But I need you to know that."

"I know, Cal. Twelve years plus years I've known you, I haven't forgotten."

The apology presses against his teeth. He wants to say I'm sorry again. He needs to say it again, but the way she looks at him, resigned but somehow understanding makes him swallow it back down. She knows her fate, rocky and hard, but that's a sad beauty in life: everyone dies. Calum opens the door for her, closing the door once she's properly inside. He climbs into the driver seat, starting the car before turning to her. "Where do you want to go?"

She furrows her brows, facing him. "What do you mean? I thought you had a meeting and I have to get back to finish that proposal."

"But before the responsibilities, do you want to go somewhere?"

"You don't have to do all that as some sort of apology. I'd just like to grab something to eat, and relax at home."

"What about the dinner on 27th?"

It's her favorite little breakfast spot. She already took the day and because of Calum's meeting, they took the first appointment of the day. Double breakfast never hurt anyone. She looks to see Calum, brown eyes a little glassy. Not from tears, not from a drink, but from sadness and guilt. "I'd like that," she smiles. "Double french toast is calling my name."

"Double french toast coming right up." 

Their drive is quiet, even the radio turned down low. While at a red light, Neveah reaches over, taking Calum's hand and presses a quick kiss to the back of it and up to his knuckles. He exhales at the action, glancing between her and the light. She whispers something against his skin. He hears the faint wisping of her breath and feels her lips moving against his skin. He can't make out what she says. Is it a prayer? He thinks he catches an amen at the end, but he dares not ask. Instead, he presses down on the gas, letting her pray into his skin. He hopes they're answered.

They get seated immediately and while Calum's looking over the menu, though it's not necessary, she finally speaks. "They aren't sure if she's gonna pull this last bout. She told me she wanted to make it until the baby was born."

A lump rises in Calum's throat. The question lingers on his tongue but he can't bring himself to ask. How long? "When did you first get this news?"

"Couple months back."

All the air expels out of his lungs and passes over his lips. He only overheard last week. Weeks she's been carrying this by herself. "You know I'm always here for you." 

She nods, blinking rapidly. She's not necessarily a crier, but Calum watches the way her lower lip wobbles, the way she exhales. He stands and slides into the booth next to her, sliding an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his chest. "As much as I know I'll miss her, I don't want her to suffer anymore," she cries into his chest. "But I want her to be able to see the baby. I feel awful, do I wish for her suffering or do I pray for her relief?"

Calum can't answer that. He can't even begin to understand what it would be like to know your parent is dying much sooner than anticipated. He can't say it's okay. Because it's not. It's not okay that she has to watch her mother die. It's not okay that she can't do anything about it. It's not okay. "It's gotta be tough," he soothes, hand never ceasing as he brushes it up and down. "Things will work out. It's okay to be sad."

It's so much more than okay to be sad. She has every right to be. But hearing Calum say that validates her, makes her feel human for her confliction. The waitress comes by wordlessly with two glasses of water and a stack of french toast. Calum nods over to her. "Thank you," he says quietly.

"I know her usual. What can I get you?"

His appetite left him without him even realizing. "I'm good. Thank you though." Calum does his best to soothe her, and to get her to at least have a sip or two of her water. The tears keep falling into his shirt and after a minute or two, he just lets her cry it out. Her shoulder shake against his body. Calum hums. He's had this riff in his head for a long time but hasn't actually played it on the bass yet. His chest rumbles in her ear and against her palms clenched tightly around his shirt. Her shaking stop as she listens to the husky rumble.

Calum doesn't cease his humming, afraid now. Not for her, for him. Neveah's hurting and he's just standing in the background. Slowly, she pulls away from him, sniffling just a little. Her face feels tight. She knows her eyes are puffy. Calum blinks rapidly, trying to keep the tears from rolling down his cheeks. She grabs more napkin, gently patting at his cheeks. "We're just a mess, aren't we?" she chuckles, a little surprised that Calum hasn't pulled her hand away.

"No, we're human. Very human as unfortunate as it is sometimes."

"It is an unfortunate condition at times. But if it helps, I'd rather be human with you."

Calum pushes the plate of probably cold french toast closer to her. "Same," he returns softly. "One of the few people I can actually be human with at this point."

"It's an honor," she states quietly, splitting the stack of bread. She knows when to give him his space. She knew when to pry him open. She was there for all the rants about all the people that broke his heart. They eat in silence; Calum resting his hand on her knee, thumb rubbing through the material. It is an honor to be here with her.

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"You never come by here anymore," her dad teases as they enter the house. Calum gives him a hug.

"There's no excuse," Neveah returns, sliding out of her shoes.

"But in all seriousness, is everything alright?" He knows his daughter. Something is up. As the light flickers on her face, a smile curling her lips, he knows. "Upstairs, she's upstairs," he grins. 

She leads the way, Calum following directly behind her up the stairs, her dad behind Calum. The stairs creak under their weight, a soft warning that people are on the way. The bedroom door is open, her mother lying in bed with the sheets wrapped around her legs.

She knocks on the open door. "Hi, Momma." Her voice is soft as she speaks. Calum hovers near the entry. He's only seen her mother healthy. He feels like he's intruding on a much too private moment.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" The two women embrace, her mother, holding her close, kissing the top of her head.  If Neveah jokes that Calum and his mother look like twins, then Neveah and her mother are on the same page. Both women have wide nostrils and a soft cupid's bow. The reddish hue of their undertones match to a 't' as well. Neveah has her father's eyes, but her mother's chin and jaw structure. The curls wrap around just the same too, though her mother's hair is cropped shorter than Neveah's. 

As they pull apart, her mother waves Calum over. He hesitates, concerned for her health, but reaches down and hugs her. They talk for a little bit, Calum watching more than adding to the conversation. She reaches out after a minute, taking her mother's hand. "Good news, Momma."

They need not say much more before tears are welling in her mother's eyes, hands immediately resting on her stomach. "You're pregnant." The laugh and smile are confirmation enough. "Oh! Thank the high heavens," she cries. Calum is pulled into cuddle and mixture of tears. Her mother whispers to the both of them, "I'm not giving up. I'm going to meet this grandbaby."

A lump forms in Calum's throat. The amount of conviction in her tone makes his heart hurt a little. He knows she's going to fight hell and high water for this baby. He wants to give her any and every moment that he can.

Telling his parents is easier a few days later. As the resolution settles itself, his parents beam at him from the other side of the screen. "Good news I hope?" Joy asks.

"Well," Calum starts, glancing away to the sonogram sitting next to the laptop. "It's very good news." Neveah squeezes his hand, smiling. "We-she's pregnant."

The smile that overtakes his parents is palpable even through a screen. The laughter and cheers filter in through the speakers are loud and clear. His chest swells. He's going to be a dad, just like he wanted. "That's great!" Joy smiles. "I'm so happy for you two."

Their conversation ends about an hour later. They insist on coming to visit/stay a bit later in the pregnancy to help with the first few weeks after the baby is born.  Neveah rests her head onto his shoulder. "Where do we even begin?"

He gently rests his head on top hers. "One day at a time."

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Calum eyes his pack, fingers twirling around each other. He's been trying to quit. He knows it's not good for her or the baby because of secondhand smoke. But the unfortunate truth is that he's gotta leave. Neveah's only 22 weeks along. The promotional run won't be too long. He'll be back in two and a half months. She says she'll be fine. But he's worried. 

What if she needs him? What if something happens? Who's going to be there for her, if he isn't? What if something serious happens with her mother in his time away? Her health is holding fairly steady- she's not getting worse, but there's been no improvement either. God, this is the worst time for him to leave. He should see if they can get it pushed back, or should've done all this earlier. Fuck, time really knows how to shit all over things.

"You've got your worried face on," she notes.

He shakes his head, pushing up from the couch and walking to the backyard. He just needs fresh air. That will help. Put him as far away from the pack as possible. He half expects her to follow immediately behind him. But it's silent besides the patter of Duke's paws. He settles into one of the seats and exhales, staring up into the blue sky. They both knew this was coming up, that the music couldn't be put on pause for too long. Hands press into his shoulders a minute or two later. Calum reaches up, guiding her around the seat into his lap.

"I'm worried about leaving you for so long," he whispers into the exposed skin of her short-sleeved shirt.

"I'm going to be okay. I promise. I have friends I can call. My dad said don't hesitate to call them." She pauses, the rest of her thought not daring to cross her lips.

"But you probably wouldn't because of your mother," Calum counters. He knows about a few of her coworkers. They're sweet. He knows they would help her out in her absence. He just doesn't want to be absent at all. Winding his arms around her stomach, he rests his palms flat against the bump. She can't fly, they have some international flights and the cutoff time is already passed for her. The urge to smoke rises again with his stress. He buries his face into her side, inhaling her scent. It's a mixture of the new detergent she's convinced him to use and her body wash.

"I don't want to leave you guys," Calum says softly.

"We're going to be alright. Me and baby girl Hood are tough."

Calum grins into her skin. He loves the sound of that. His baby, his daughter. "What if she were into football?"

"Wouldn't it just be karma if she liked art more?"

Calum rolls his eyes. "Yeah, and I wonder where she gets it from. I'm truly lost. Reckon it might be her dad as well."

With a laugh, Neveah swats at his knee. "Her momma, of course!" She looks down at Calum, a smile on her lips, eyebrow quirked. "Try that again, Hood and see what happens."

Calum laughs, hands still stroking the bump. He lives for these moments now. Them, away from all the noise. Just them. She shifts a little and Calum watches her as she watches out over the backyard. There's not much happening. It's just quiet, a soft breeze blowing over them. He wonders if this is love. Watching her when she's not even aware, smiling at her soft snores late at night when he can't sleep. 

Is love worrying even when he knows he shouldn't? Is love knowing after a long day at work she will still cook for the both of them? Is love knowing that once her heart is set on something the only thing he can do is step aside because even he'll be damned if he gets in her way? Is love quiet like this moment? Did it creep up on people, building piece by piece? Is love built day in and day out, after watching her tape off wall molding, after watching her curl up with Duke for an afternoon nap, after watching her bring life to his little girl?

She said it was work and he didn't believe in it. He never had any reason to believe. What if love was quiet all along and didn't need to be believed in, and didn't need to be worked on because it was already doing all the work? Now wouldn't that be a sight, like her curling up a little in his lap? "Tired?" he asks, feeling something in his gut flip as her hair brushes over his neck. Not an urge anymore, not anticipation for relief due to nicotine. No, this is something warmer, something lighter.

She shakes her head. "Content."

"Content is good," he murmurs pressing his cheek to her curls and forehead. 

They are silent for a few moments. Calum returns to his pondering. Is he falling for his best friend? Has he already fallen? Wouldn't that be just his life? To have snuck the very thing he had sworn out of his life right in under his nose, covered in the smell of shea butter, coconut, and hibiscus. Life would surely sneak it in in the sound of her laughter, her snorts too, and the coo of her voice when he's had a long day. Life would surely make sure to wrap up love in the warmth of her embrace, the bit of groveling in her voice, the ghosts of her breath tickling his chest. Life would absolutely do this to him.

"What if we're both wrong?" Calum asks.

"Wrong about what?"

"Wrong about love. Would you call me insane if I said I maybe believe in love again?"

"Being a parent does that, so no, I wouldn't call you insane."

It's not just the baby. That is a part of it for sure. For all the trouble it appears she goes through, the morning sickness that turned into all day nausea for the first few weeks, the swelling of her feet, the slow zap to her energy, the backaches, and her biggest foe, the constant bathroom trips, she doesn't complain too much. Too much being the operative words here, every now and then she'll pull the pregnancy card on Calum, usually with a teasing tone though he can see the seriousness in her eyes. More than all that, she's always been one of few people that he felt so open with immediately. It's not easy for him to be vulnerable, but with her, it's too goddamn easy.

"Have you ever wondered how you were so blind sometimes?" he whispers, suddenly terrified of the words about to leave his chest.

"The universe works silently sometimes. We don't always see it coming," she responds.

Calum exhales hard, pressing every ounce of oxygen out of lungs before inhaling deeply again. He's going to admit it. She might push away from him. She might cause a scene. But he can't keep the secret pressed in his gut anymore. "Yeah, like you don't always see how you're falling for your best friend."

She doesn't buck. She doesn't run. She keeps her head tucked under his chin. "You sure it's not because of the baby?"

He can't fault the question. "I'm very sure."

"This is going to sound strange. But don't hate me."

Here it is. She's going to shut him down like he should've done to himself long ago. "I'm pretty sure it's a two-way street. But," she pushes up. "But I've gotta know for sure. Not pretty sure, not with ninety percent conviction. I think about you at work, wonder how your day's going. But I always know you're going to come home. I know I'll be able to give you a hug when you walk through the doors. I almost always remember to grab your coffee in the morning with my tea. The other like 5 percent of the time I forget is because of pregnancy brain. We are comfortable. What happens when you go?"

"You sayin' you never missed me before?"

"No, I did. I missed my friend of course. But this is different. What will missing you this time around feels like?"

It makes sense to him. "It's easy to love someone when they are right there. When all you have to do is kick them in their sleep." A soft grin crosses his lips.

She rolls her eyes. "It was once!"

"Twice."

"Okay, twice by some measures. I said I was sorry. In my defense I was unconscious. It's not like I have perfect control over my limbs."

Calum brings his hand up, tracing the line of her jaw, up to the side of her face and down over her cheekbone. Her eyes flutter closed at the contact before she reaches up and curls her fingers around his. Both of their knuckles pressed gently against her skin. "Tell me how you miss me when I'm gone, yeah?"

Neveah nods, opening her eyes. A brilliant and rich dark brown. "I will."

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Her phone rings while she's in the bathroom, the third trip in the last couple of hours. Her mother shouts from her bedroom. "It's Calum, sweetheart. I'll answer it!" 

Neveah decided to visit. She needed to get out of the house. It's much too big and empty without Calum. There's no humming, no soft singing. Even though she plays music as loud as she can withstand it, just like Calum does, it's still not the same. Nothing in the same without him. It took a couple of weeks to finally reach the point. The first week, she had the doctor's appointment, meetings almost all day. She had plenty to keep her busy.

The second week was spent recovering from the week prior. She found herself reaching for that second mug, only to remember as she reached for the mini Keurig serving that there's no one to drink the coffee. She doesn't miss him with her entire being. She doesn't miss him with acute pain. She misses him with a dull ache. She's able to push it to the side. Even able to forget about it amongst the craze of her day. At night sometimes, when Duke's warmth isn't enough, she remembers it again. That doesn't happen every night.

She doesn't even miss him with worry in her gut. She just misses him, as plainly and as simple as that. Never like she did before, where she was like, he's out, enjoying the world and messaging occasionally to make sure he's head still square on his shoulders, sending memes of him to him just to be annoying. She still does this, but it's always with hesitation, always with her fingers hovering over the keys to type so much more.

As she exits the restroom, she hears her mother laughing. "Oh, she's on her way back. I'm glad you're enjoying the pictures."

Neveah takes the phone from her mother's hand, settling back into the bed next to her. They were cuddled up watching the game. Her parents watch it in separate rooms because her dad shouts, and paces in front of the TV. It drove her mother and her insane. They started migrating to another room. It's a tradition for them to be shouting to each other about the game, just from different rooms. "Hi, Calum."

"Hey. How are you?"

"Good, a little tired."

He hums. It's her usual response. "I'm excited for the picture next week." She sends an update of her bump to him, usually on Wednesday for her when she goes to the doctors, with the size of the baby. Her doctor is always happy to take those pictures.

"How was your day?" She knows he's about six, or seven hours ahead of him.

"Long." The tone is clipped. Something has happened.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His sigh crackles through the phone. That's a no. She pushes up from the bed, walking into the hallway. She can feel her mother's eyes on the back of her head. Since he doesn't want to talk, she'll take advantage of the silence. "I miss you," she breathes. "And not like before."

"That's the best thing I've heard all day," he breathes into the phone. "The best goddamn thing."

"It's not like a worry miss, it's more like I forgot you've left when I'm making my morning tea and almost make your cup of coffee in the morning. Or late at night when the bed's too big. Or when I miss playing in your hair."

The sigh he releases is so heavy. "You have no clue how much I needed to hear that."

"Were you worried?"

"No, call me crazy but I knew you felt the same. You just needed to come to that conclusion yourself."

"You're crazy," she chuckles. "But also right."

"It's not often I hear you say that."

"I can admit when I'm wrong, mister."

Calum chuckles. "You can, you can." Another bout of silence filters in around them before he speaks again. This time in a quiet tone. "Today was a little rough. In an interview, they asked about our love lives. I didn't want to talk about it. It doesn't really involve anyone else. But I guess pictures surfaced of us. I didn't know about them. I just kind of shut down when they asked what was going on. I wanted to say something. But I couldn't, everything that came to mind was rude to them or a sob story."

Her fingertips ache to hold his face. They ache to squeeze his cheeks a little to get him to huff in laughter. But she can't do that over the phone. "Maybe you don't have to say anything. I mean the truth would come out sooner or later."

"It's just we've kept quiet for so long. I'm not sure I'm ready to share it with the world."

"Then don't. Keep us to yourself."

"Is that fair to you? You can't even tell people whose child it is because of me. It's all anyone cares to know about you. You get asked so often about me and you can't say a fucking word because I'm too fucking scared."

"It's okay to be scared sometimes."

"Don't use my quote against me," he laughs. It's not a laugh saturated in amusement, but it's something. She'll take it. 

"We all need the reminder." Calum knows that's the truth. They talk for a few more minutes, steering the conversation away from the stresses of the day. He's grateful to have her distraction, small stories about her day, the cute dog she saw. Calum reclines into the pillows, tears nearly falling down his face. He wants her next to him. He's grateful just to hear her voice though. 

A few days later, she sends him the baby bump update picture. He calls via FaceTime later that night. Neveah reclined into pillows, Duke settled into her side. A pout rests on her face suddenly. They've gone through the exchange of their day. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"I just realized I wanted to paint my toes, but I can't reach them."

"Our little ladybug is getting in the way now?" he asks.

"Ladybug?"

Calum shrugs. "I like the sound of it. I think it's cute."

Neveah nods. Their little ladybug indeed. "But to answer your question, just a wee bit." She looks up from where her feet should be seen to the screen again. Calum's grinning. "What have you done?"

"Check your phone."

When she unlocks the phone and taps on the message thread with Calum, Neveah can see a picture of her pouting. Her laughter falls over her lips. "I look so sad. It's not even that serious. You ought to post that, clear up all the rumors." 

They've been growing as the days past. Calum keeps going back and forth on whether to say anything. He'll have to very soon. He knows it. There's no way he could hide his child. He'd try to keep them from the public eye so much. But it's much harder to hide the undeniable physical proof.

"I should." He throws a glance up to her, asking if she's okay with it. It's amazing she can pick up on that even through a screen. She nods. "It's gonna be sappy. I'm warning you."

"That's fine by me."

He's silent for a moment, fingers tapping over the keys. Her phone buzzes with an alert. @calumhood has tagged you in a photo, reads the alert. Our little ladybug prevented her from painting her toenails. I'll be home soon. The end of the caption has the ladybug emoji as long as a bee one.

"Why the bee?"

"Because you're the queen."

"The Beehive is going to annihilate me."

"Honeybee, that's what I'll call you."

She opens up google. "Technically, wasp have queens too."

Calum chuckles. "I'm not calling you a wasp."

"Ants have a queen."

"I'm not callin' you an ant either. But that is an interesting fun fact."

She re-reads the post, eyes watering just a little. It's not easy for him to do that. She knows it's partially timing as well. He could've waited until the very end. He could've kept it secret for a little longer. "It's so sweet. Thank you."

Calum feels the heat rising in his face. "It's because I love you guys. The situation's unique for sure. But I love you, and my little girl. There's nothing to be scared of, not in something like love." 

He's a believer. Love is kind, patient, understanding. Love is real, wrapped up in her just for him.

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Twins of Twins (Beel x MC x Belphie)

hey yoooo. i got inspired from a satan(/levi) fic on ao3, and i’ve been wanting to write it down soooo, here it is. the part that i got inspo from is when MC was talking with satan (before and after canoodling, hehe) about pregnancy, and how dangerous it can be to conceive demon babies, even for female demons. so i kinda put my own take on what could happen. 

p.s., this piece is no way related to the work that it’s inspired from. this is my take on the idea of a demon/human pregnancy. also, this fic is part of one of my favorite series on ao3, and it’s got all the demon bros (belphie is not a love interest, however, but is included in the series), and diavolo and barb! it’s got romance, smut, drama, angst, and polyamorous relationships (consensual, ofc). honestly, it’s perfect. okay, imma stop talking now.

chapter warnings: language, vomiting, mentions of animal butchering, mentions of raw meat consumption

author’s note: pregnancy ain’t rainbows and sunshine, kiddies. nor is it how movies portray it. it is gross, raw, and it’s traumatic on the mom. but i applaud those who do, whether by choice or not.

italics: past

word count: 1,343

rating: 18+, r for future chapters

now, onwards and enjoy! (i’d also like to add that this is my very first fic for this fandom, and have not written anything else in quite a while, so critique is welcome)

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Being bedridden was not fun.

Not that it was by choice, though. The two little beings in my belly were the main cause of my bedridden state. I was huge by human standards, at five months. I looked more like I was almost at full term, with twins. Lucifer had told me that demon females usually only carry for five to six months, but with the babies being half-human, they weren’t really sure on how long I would be carrying. Although, it’s very possible that I would be delivering soon.

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Lucifer lightly knocked on my door, and called my name. “MC, it’s getting late, breakfast is getting cold... whatever’s left of it, anyway.”

I woke up very slowly, with the sudden urge to throw up. I could feel the acidic bile rising up my throat as I ran to my bathroom. Lucifer must have heard my retching, and announced that he was coming in my room. He came into my bathroom and immediately knelt to my side, rubbing my back in hopes to comfort me.

“Feeling better?” he asked, as I finally stopped heaving.

“Yeah, it just came out of nowhere,” I said, wondering if I caught a stomach bug. “Do you mind getting me a glass of water, please? There should a cup in the towel cabinet, from the tap is fine,” I ask him, still kneeling in front of the toilet, and spat out whatever remnants were left.

“Of course, darling,” he says, standing up. Just as he opened the cabinet door, I saw a glimpse of a box of tampons, and my stomach dropped again. Not enough to puke again, however.

“Here you go,” Lucifer turns to hand me the glass of water, and notices the complexed look on my face. “What’s wrong, do you need to throw up again?”

“I need my phone,” I say, as I stand up. I kind of wobbled on the spot, but Lucifer reached out to steady me with his free hand. “Thanks.”

I grab the glass and down it as fast as I could (at a reasonable pace, of course), and stepped out of my bathroom to look for my phone. It was usually where I left it, on the nightstand that was next to my side of the bed. I open my phone and check the calendar, trying to count the days of my last period.

Oh, shit.

I turn to Lucifer, with a worried look on my face.

“Lucifer... I’m late.” I whisper.

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Satan kept check on my well-being, making sure that he was following everything to the book on human pregnancy (and demon pregnancy), and then some. He and Lucifer had educated me early on how a demon pregnancy usually progresses. Satan also had to do further research on any possible demon/human reproductions that might have happened in the past. He found a few actual sources, but they weren’t very legible, nor were they pretty to read about, once deciphered.

Then he had to do more research on the female anatomy, and all the little (and major) changes my body will go through, and compared it with the demon female anatomy. “I need to do as much research as possible, MC. If I miss anything, it could be a matter of life or death for you, and none of us want that.” Awww... and yikes.

The only significant differences that he was able to find out about was the pain tolerance experienced during birth, the length of the pregnancy, and the cravings. I still got human food cravings, thank God (or is it Diavolo?). But I also got serious cravings for raw meat. Like, actual straight from the source, meat. It was challenging, because we had to determine what kind of raw meat that I (or the babies, in this case) was actually craving for. Turned out to be a type of mammal in the Devildom, much to my dismay. But Beel was able to provide it for me, bless his heart.

Belphie helps him in cutting up the mammal, and he’s always complaining to me about how much work it is to butcher up a 2,000-pound mammal. Although, Beel mentions to me (without letting Belphie know) that Belphie does the task with a smile and a hum. Beel asked him once if he enjoyed doing this, and Belphie simply replied, “As long as the babies are healthy and she’s happy, then I’m happy.” It warmed my heart to hear Beel slip that piece of information with me.

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Lucifer had called both of his younger twin brothers into his study a day later after the incident. He had to make an impromptu trip to the human world to pick up a few pregnancy tests. I asked him if there were any in the Devildom, to which he replied, “Even if there were, I wouldn’t want anyone to see me purchasing them. It could tarnish Lord Diavolo’s reputation and his plan for restoring bonds over the realms.” Of course, he would say that, damn him (again).

 His gaze was fixated on the couch I sat on, an angry and contemplative expression on his face. He wasn’t glaring at me, though. No, it seemed as if he was trying to put holes on the empty spots on the couch, spots that will soon be occupied by two certain individuals.

There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Lucifer says, in an ominous tone.

Beelzebub was the first to enter, with Belphegor dragging along behind him.

“MC, what are you doing here?” Beel asked with a smile, and sat on my right side. Belphie plopped himself on the available side on the couch, and kissed my cheek. “Hey,” was all he said.

“Hi,” I replied timidly, to which Belphegor and Beel noticed right away, that something was wrong.

Belphie looked at my face for a while, to which I ignored to the best of my abilities. He fixed his gaze on Lucifer when I wouldn’t look him in the eyes. “What the hell is happening?” he asked Lucifer, with a tone that clearly said to not beat around the bush.

Lucifer stared straight back at Belphegor. “She’s pregnant.”

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Lord Diavolo and Barbatos had found out about it, naturally. Anything that happens in the Devildom never seems to slip past them. And boy, were they not impressed. A meeting was scheduled to be held at the Prince’s castle A.S.A.P., in regards to how to proceed with the pregnancy. The twins, Lucifer and I were summoned for this meeting.

“I ought to punish them for doing this to MC, Lucifer. You know how dangerous it is to rear demon children,” Diavolo said loud and clear, and glared at the twins with a disappointed look on his face. Belphie and Beel both kept their eyes on the table they were sitting in front of, both of them expressing their guilt for what they’ve done.

I raised my hand, “Excuse me, but just how dangerous is it?” I asked, feeling slightly stupid.

Diavolo sighed heavily, and rubbed his eyes in a frustrated manner.

“Rearing demon children is a very risky business, even for demon females. Because of the raw nature of their infancy, it is a danger that is considered fervently, first and foremost,” Barbatos explains in a cold tone. “As strong as we are as demons, the unpredictability of an infant demon could be disastrous for the mother, if not properly planned for.”

A chill went down my spine. Not properly planned for? What the hell does he mean by that?

“You say that it’s dangerous for even demon females... what about human females?” I ask, although I had an idea, but I didn’t like it.

Barbatos is quiet, gazing at me with a pitied look. I hated it.

“There have been very few attempts, before Diavolo’s reign, on demon and human reproduction... they never ended well. For the human involved, anyway. They always died.”

I took in a shuddering breath, and looked down at my stomach. Could this being really kill me, unintentionally?

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dun dun dun... this is originally gonna be longer than i intended (whoops), and i’m also not sure if i like the format i’m going with (jumping from present to past, and vice versa). but this is how a majority of my stories and ideas play out in my head, and writing it out like this makes sense to me, lol. i’ll try to be back with a pt.2 soon, might be up sooner if the fic is well-received :P stay safe out there, lovelies!

another author’s note: the other brothers will also feature in future chapters! also, i feel that i must warn that i WILL be writing about a very graphic birthing scene, and it’s gonna be gory (yay demon babies, jk). if that makes any of you uncomfortable, i’ll put out a warning in the chapter before the scene starts out so you can skip it.

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

Six Baudelaires AU, Part Three {AO3} {Masterlist} {Part One} {Part Two}

Chapter Forty → in which the Baudelaires go on

IMPORTANT NOTICE FOR TODAY’S CHAPTER

TRIGGER WARNING: Nick's self-harm via scratching is mentioned very directly in the second segment, though not shown onscreen. Proceed with caution, and stay safe!

They buried Kit and Olaf far inland, where waves could not disturb their graves, marked with rocks with letters scratched into them. Klaus held the baby while Friday helped Sunny milk the sheep, and they fed her with a bottle Babbitt had located from the arboretum. 

The sun set, and they knew the coastal shelf was no longer flooded, and they sat in the roots of the tree. Friday was crying again, though much more silently, as she leaned against Nick, who held her and Soli very close. Sunny leaned against Violet, who leaned against a numb Lilac, as Klaus put his head on her other shoulder and held the sleeping baby to his chest. 

“What do we do now?” Friday asked, her voice faint. “We’re still here. We lost everything.” 

“We didn’t.” Sunny said, putting a hand on Lilac’s leg. “We have each other.” 

“We can’t escape.” Nick muttered. “We can’t escape treachery and trauma and… and everything.” 

“We don’t need to escape.” Violet said. She turned to Lilac. “Do you remember that musical, based on that movie, based on that movie, based on that book-”

“Yes.” Lilac nodded, and she shut her eyes and sang for them. 

“The world is cruel, the world is ugly,  But there are times and there are people when the world is not…” 

The Baudelaires all joined in, and Nick hugged Friday closer. “And at its cruelest, it’s still the only world we’ve got.” 

“Light and dark,” the twins and Solitude sang. 

“Foul and fair,” sang Violet and Lilac. 

And then Sunny curled up and said, “Out there.” 

They didn’t know if they could cry again. 

“We have to look after her.” Violet said, looking to the baby. “Our… our little Beatrice.” 

It was the first time anyone had spoken her name. At that, they all felt some kind of peace wash over them, like the waves around them washed over the sand. Beatrice was gone. Bertrand was gone. But the children were here. And the children could go on. 

“I have something to tell you.” Lilac said. Nick gave her a sad look, and reached over to pat her leg. Lilac looked at the baby in Klaus’s arms, asleep, and she said, “I’m… do you remember the taxi driver?” 

Friday shook her head, and Klaus explained, “There was a man who seemed to know us. Driving a taxi.” 

Lilac shut her eyes, and then said, “He was my Dad.” 

Her siblings fell silent. She expected them to say something, but none of them did. She didn’t dare look at them. 

“Mom was engaged to him before she married Dad. They broke up around the time she got pregnant with me. His name was Lemony Snicket, and he’s Kit’s brother.” She curled up a little. “N-Nick found out, when he was with the Quagmires. He told me just… before the trial. I… I didn’t know how… I’m sorry, I…” 

Violet leaned over and hugged her very tight, and then Sunny did the same. Klaus, Nick and Solitude ran over, as Violet whispered, “It’s okay.” 

“What does that matter?” Klaus asked, struggling to hug her while still holding a sleeping newborn. “What does it matter?” 

“You’re our Lilac.” Solitude said. 

“Biggest sis.” Sunny said. 

Lilac found out that, indeed, she could cry some more. 

Violet opened the door of the closet, and said, “Hey, buddy.” 

Nick was sobbing into his lap, and Violet saw with distress that his arms were red again. She opened the door very wide, settling a rock by it to keep it open. 

They were outside with Beatrice, and Sunny was making smores. They thought it would be fun to have a campfire and test Violet’s new flamethrower, and Nick had gone inside to get buckets to load water in case the fire went out of control. They’d found some buckets in a closet in the arboretum earlier, so they’d expected him to be right back. When he wasn’t, Violet assumed something had gone wrong. 

He pulled his sleeves down as she sat in the doorway, looking into the cramped space. “I-I’m sorry.” he said. “My markers are outside-” 

“I know.” Violet nodded. “I… I guess we can’t lock you in the closet anymore, huh?” Her smile only lasted a few seconds. “I’m sorry. Just trying to cheer you up.” 

“I know.” He shut his eyes. “How long was I…?” 

“Only six minutes or so. I told Lilac you probably just stopped somewhere to use the bathroom-” 

“No.” he shook his head. “How long was I trapped? I… I can’t remember. It was so long… I don’t remember counting the days, I… I was…” 

Violet held out her arms, and Nick threw himself at her. She embraced him as tight as she dared, and she said, “It’s okay to cry. But it’s also okay if you don’t want anyone to know.” 

“I… I can’t…” he shut his eyes. “It’s not fair.” 

“I know.” 

“He got away with it… he didn’t suffer.” 

“He did. We stabbed him.” 

“He got to die a hero.” Nick sobbed. “And I know it’s selfish, and I know I should just be happy Bea is safe, but… he got to die a hero. He didn’t suffer. I… I wanted him to suffer. I wanted everything he did to us… am I a bad person?” 

“No. No, you’re not. You’re still our Nick.” 

Violet hugged him as he cried, letting it all out. It took several minutes for him to calm down, and when he did, she said, “Can you sit here a moment?” 

“Are you gonna get my markers?” 

Violet bit her lip. “I’ll be right back. No scratching?” 

“I’ll try.” 

She shut her eyes. “And nothing else.” 

“Can I just go with you?” 

“I… I’ll be right back. Just stay here a mo?” 

Nick hesitantly nodded, and let her slip away. He sat on the floor of the arboretum for a while, looking around at the crib they’d set up in the corner, that Lilac had repaired and Violet had made a mobile for. Sunny’s dishes from her last creation were still in the sink, and Solitude’s little habitat for Babbitt was still on the ground, where Lilac was rebuilding the swinging door. Klaus and Nick’s books were spread on the ground, and Nick could see Friday’s commonplace book- he’d given her the one Quigley gave him, miraculously not wet enough to be damaged, and she loved it more than anything. There was the star chart the boys had been working on, pinned to the wall beside the periscope, reminding Nick that the night still went on. Days still went on. 

Violet came back, and she held out her hand. “Stand up, and grab that baseball bat.” she said. 

He jumped. “What?” 

“Friday’s gonna watch Bea, we’re all taking a trip.” 

Confused, Nick stood and grabbed a nearby bat that had washed up last storm. Violet took his hand and led him outside, and he flinched when he saw their other siblings waiting. “I…” he began. 

Lilac shook her head. “Just walk with us.” 

They walked inland, with Nick too tired and distraught to ask questions until they reached their destination. 

“Why…?” he looked down at the graves of Kit and Olaf, spread in front of them. 

Violet let go of his hand, stepping back. “Do what you want to it.” she said. 

“What?” 

“The grave.” she nodded. “Do whatever the hell you want.” 

Nick hesitantly took a step forwards, glancing around at his siblings. They all nodded at him, and Solitude even gave him a smile. 

Then, carefully, he kicked Olaf’s rock. It shook a little. He kicked it again, and it shook some more. 

“Piece of shit.” he said, and then he grabbed the bat and swung. “Piece of shit!” 

The rock flinched under the bat, and he continued to hit, swearing and pounding until a crack formed. Then he slammed onto the dirt, shutting his eyes and letting hot tears flow down his face. He didn’t care the mess he was making, or who was watching him. But as kept hitting, he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

He turned, and saw Violet stab at the ground with her knife. And then Klaus came forwards, and kicked the dirt. Lilac let out a quiet shout as she slammed the rock with a large stick, and Sunny bit onto the edge. Solitude pounded the ground, and Nick took a deep breath and got back to his beating. 

By the time they were done, the rock had split into pieces. Nick turned to look as it cracked, and everyone calmed, and then he counted how many pieces. 

“Six.” he said. “Dumb bastard.” 

Then he dropped the bat, and hugged Klaus, who embraced him and held out his arm to pull the others in. 

“We’re here.” Lilac whispered. 

“I know.” Nick said, and that was all they needed to say. 

They never told Bea she had the same shine in her eyes as her father. She didn’t need to know.

But they told her she had her mother’s smile, and the same eyes as the other Snickets they’d met. 

“You have Biggest Sister’s eyes.” Sunny would sometimes tell her, and the baby would clap and cheer that she was just like Lilac. 

Bea liked cake. And she liked watching Violet invent. She liked when Nick tossed her in the air to catch her, and when Lilac sang to her, or played patty-cake. She liked when Klaus read her stories, sometimes fairytales, sometimes true accounts. She liked when Solitude trusted her with Babbitt or a bug she’d recently caught, so Bea could giggle as they crawled or squirmed around her and tickled her. She liked when Sunny gave her things to bite, or chatted with her in their little secret language. And she liked when they all came together and showed her something they’d found on the beach. 

Lilac and Klaus made everyone clothes, either by repairing ones that washed up on the shore, or making new ones from whatever fabric they could find, some of which was the wool that Violet and Nick sheared from the sheep. Friday’s first dress was purple, and she spun around in it until she fell over onto Nick. Beatrice’s first onesie was yellow, and Lilac told her, even though she was too young to remember, about how it was the color of the sun, because she brought light back into their lives. 

Lilac kept cutting her hair short. She liked it short. She liked thinking about things. She could still braid it a little, she just had to be a bit creative. Her songs got happier, too. She stopped asking everyone if they wanted sung to sleep, and instead just started bursting into a melody whenever she felt like it. 

Violet collected ribbons, some of which she let Beatrice chew on, “for luck.” She showed Bea and Friday how things fit together, and told them about how when they got back to shore, she’d show them much more. She built and helped Lilac repair, and kept all the tools in order- and out of reach of Sunny, who kept trying to stab fish with a screwdriver. 

Nick once found some paints, and Beatrice started painting on her arm, so she could have drawings like him. He’d cried, and she’d hugged him, and he’d asked if she wanted to exploring. He loved exploring the island. He’d started mapping it. He knew Quigley would want to see the map someday. Bea loved exploring, too, with her big brother. 

Klaus read all the books he could find, and Lilac helped him repair the ones that washed up on shore. He read aloud to everyone, and they’d laugh about ridiculous plots, or theorize about mysteries, or ask him to clarify a fact in a nonfiction. He liked when they asked him things. He liked having the answers. 

Friday read, too, and she took notes in her commonplace book with pens that her siblings found for her. She sometimes still sat on the beach, claiming the sounds of the waves and birds helped her concentrate as she did the schoolwork Lilac gave her or wrote about her day or the story she was crafting about a girl in a haunted grove, but the Baudelaires knew that sometimes she was looking out at sea, waiting to see a boat of familiar faces. They sat with her, then, and let her lean against them. 

Solitude found all the herpetology books, which Klaus and Friday read to her. She furnished Babbitt’s habitat, and let her hair grow out so that she could braid it. She also learned how to craft jewelry from shells, and she made everyone a bracelet to wear, to mark them as a Baudelaire. They were all Baudelaires forever. 

Sunny cooked with all the food they could grow in the arboretum, or that washed ashore. She milked the sheep, and broke coconuts, and showed Friday how to work the stove and sink. She made her first cake all by herself when Bea turned a month old, and she was never happier to see her siblings’ faces then when they gazed at delight at her surprise. 

And Bea… Bea grew up. 

“One day, you’ll meet our friends.” Lilac told her once. 

“They’ll be alright.” Solitude said. “The nice lady at the hotel had a statue just like the Great Unknown. I didn’t recognize it at first, but when Kit mentioned it, I remembered.” 

“A statue normally wouldn’t mean anything,” Violet had told Friday, “But, well, Nick found some interesting accounts, didn’t you, Nick?” 

“Li’s Dad is a wordy motherfucker,” Nick said, tossing a file that had been slipped into a bowl of honeydew melons, “But yeah, I did.” 

“And if we’re wrong…” Lilac bit her lip. “Well, we’re not. We have hope.” 

“You gave us, that, Bea.” Klaus told her. “You and Friday gave us all hope.” 

“We didn’t do that.” Friday said. “You all have each other, and that makes you happy.” 

Lilac put a hand on hers. “We all have each other.” she nodded. 

They usually ended every day by reading through their parents’ notes. It was comforting, seeing their handwriting, knowing that they were helping them, even though they probably never thought this was the way they’d do it. They’d add their own stories to the blank pages in the back, everything they’d learned, and everything they hoped. 

They wondered if their parents ever thought they’d have this many children, or that their children could grow up so much.

[wow-thisismylifeiguess]

a fic concept 4 (dad edition)

(Okay, this one got...hella long. Like, I wrote it in a notebook ‘cause I thought of it during class and it turned into eight pages, so read at your own discretion)

(Also, I’m not entirely proud of this one and there’s probably a lot of shit that doesn’t make sense/seem feasible, but listen...this idea wouldn’t go away and I had to get it out somehow. Enjoy eight pages worth of not well planned/developed fic.)

An AU in which Izuku doesn’t get OFA and ends up going to a different high school and becomes a cop/detective under the mentorship of Tsukauchi. Two years after graduation, Katsuki goes out to celebrate being in the top ten with his friends and meets a girl. He’s drunk, and she’s pretty, so he takes her home. A bad decision. Drunk Katsuki is a Katsuki who makes mistakes, and they end up forgetting something important...a condom. The next morning, Katsuki is dismissive to the girl and they leave it at a one night stand, only that it ends up having some lasting effects. She’s pregnant but in no place to raise a child, and desperately, she abandons him in front of the police department. 

Izuku is the one to find the child and there’s nothing on them except for a slip of paper with an apology and a name. The boy’s name is Kazumi. Izuku instantly loves this child--he’s got pretty ash blond hair and lavender eyes. After some sort of process, Izuku becomes his legal guardian and the boy becomes Midoriya Kazumi. Izuku is the best dad ever and Kazumi grows up loved and cherished, and when he turns four, Izuku nearly has a whole panic attack when his son is revealed to be Quirkless. Kazumi doesn’t care because Izuku is Quirkless and if he can save people without a Quirk, Kazumi doesn’t need one either. Izuku loves his son. 

And then one day, Izuku is at work, dealing with a hostage situation that requires hero backup, and who shows up none other than Bakugou Katsuki? Izuku is not prepared and Katsuki is intimidating but surprisingly less aggressive than he used to be. He’s now in the top five heroes and Izuku has been keeping track of Katsuki, even after all these years. Katsuki wants to catch up but Izuku declines, he has a son he has to go home to, and Katsuki is shook, but Izuku reschedules. They meet up that weekend while Shinsou (who is very much Izuku’s best friend) watches Kazumi, and they catch up. There’s a weird tension between them because damn, Katsuki is hot, and holy shit, Izuku filled out. They push it aside and Izuku gushes about his son while Katsuki talks about work, and Izuku offers for Katsuki to come with when he goes to pick up Kazumi. When they arrive, Izuku notices how much the two look alike. 

Kazumi doesn’t like Katsuki almost immediately. He’s five and he’s got a protective streak a mile fuckin’ wide and he’s hella stubborn. Shinsou is amused by a five year glaring down a pro hero. Katsuki ends up having to rush and leave and Shinsou makes a joke.

“Yunno, I went to school with that guy. He’s explosive, kinda reminds me of Kazumi’s temper. What if they’re related, lol.”

Izuku overthinks this (obviously). But, he doesn’t think it’s possible. Katsuki is kind of an asshole, but he wouldn’t abandon a child on the street. Days go by. Izuku and Katsuki start hanging out more often and even Kazumi starts getting used to Katsuki’s presence. 

On Kazumi’s sixth birthday, Izuku gets a letter from someone asking if they can meet. He’s suspicious ‘cause they mention Kazumi but also curious. Katsuki watches Kazumi and Izuku takes Shinsou with him and ends up meeting Kazumi’s mother. Izuku is initially pissed, but she explains

“I was young, naive, and in no place to raise a child. And Kazumi...I would have no idea how to raise a child as special as him, especially with who his father is.”

Izuku asks what happened to Kazumi’s birth father. 

“As a pro hero, I doubt it would have done me any good showing up at his agency claiming he was the father of my child. Ground Zero is a little too busy for people like me.”

Izuku...is SHOOK. Shinsou is SHOOK. Kazumi is Katsuki’s son. Fun. Kazumi’s mother apologizes and hands Izuku a letter, saying he doesn’t have to give it to Kazumi but she hopes he does. She leaves and Izuku proceeds to freak the fuck out. Shinsou convinces Izuku not to do anything yet because they don’t know if she’s telling the truth and mentions doing a DNA test, just to check. Izuku agrees after calming down.

Things continue to be weird for a while and at the same time, Izuku and Katsuki continue to get closer before full on making out on the couch one night. Katsuki stays the night and Izuku guiltily swabs his mouth. The test takes a week to come back.

Kazumi is Katsuki’s biological son. Things sorta make sense, from the way they resemble each other to even their temper. Izuku panics and calls Shinsou who tells him he has to tell Katsuki because if he somehow finds out from someone else, he may react terribly. Izuku plans to tell him that night but at the same time, Katsuki plans a dinner to formally ask Izuku on a date.

Katsuki picks Izuku up and they have a nice but somewhat tense night and Izuku is over the moon about the date but terrified about what comes later. When they get back to Izuku’s apartment, Izuku goes into the bedroom to change so they can sit comfortably on the couch, and Katsuki spots a book that has Kazumi’s name on the front with a file stuck halfway through it. He reads it. Izuku walks back into the room. Things are not okay. CUE THE ARGUMENT! 

“How long have you know...Deku? How long have you been hiding my son from me?”

“Kacchan? This isn’t what you think!”

Katsuki thinks Izuku’s known this entire time. The book Izuku had is documentation of everything that’s happened in Kazumi’s life since Izuku adopted him. Katsuki threatens to take Kazumi away because he’s the actual father and Izuku breaks DOWN

“Do you even think you can, Katsuki?”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“He’s QUIRKLESS! We both know how well you treat people without a Quirk!”

“What makes you think I’d do that to my own son?!” 

“It doesn’t matter that you did it to me? Did I mean that little to you when we were kids?!”

Izuku is crying and they’re both screaming. Katsuki unconsciously activates his Quirk causing Izuku to flinch and pull back, and Katsuki realizes he’s made a bad move. He tries to step closer, but Kazumi, who was sleeping and is now very much awake, runs across the living room and stands in between the two of them. He’s six, but with all the authority he has in his body, he demands that Katsuki leave. Katsuki tries to protest, but Izuku is unresponsive. He leaves, residual anger making him slam the door on his way out. 

Kazumi tries to move Izuku but he reacts to nothing, so Kazumi calls Shinsou who shows up and manages to use his Quirk on Izuku to get him into bed.

The next day, Katsuki shows up at the police department but before Izuku can spot him, Shinsou sees him first and drags him outside, demanding to know what he wants. Katsuki is dismissive to Shinsou but ends up talking anyway ‘cause Shinsou is not here to play around. He had been quick to judge and he realizes after thinking things over all night that Izuku had done nothing wrong. Early that morning, he’d found the person who did the DNA test and realized Izuku had only just found out, he hadn’t known all along, and he wants to apologize. He’s realized that he’s not fit to be a father to anyone, nor even the boyfriend to the only person he’s ever loved. Shinsou rolls his eyes and says that Izuku never planned on keeping Kazumi away from him. He was just (rightfully) frightened of Katsuki’s reaction and he had planned to tell him last night. 

“I don’t like you, Baugou Katsuki. But you’re the love of my best friend’s life and the father to the only kid I’ll probably ever love. You get one more chance and if you fuck it up, I’ll be the one to personally ruin your life. Got it?”

They come up with a plan together. A week later, Katsuki does the cheesiest thing and buys Izuku flowers and chocolates. He also does the creepiest thing and cooks dinner...in Izuku’s apartment. Izuku comes home (Kazumi is staying the night at a friend’s house) and he’s hella surprised but Katsuki gets down on his knees and begs for forgiveness. There’s a whole speech that Shinsou approved. He asks for forgiveness. Izuku says no. Katsuki is dejected. 

“Let’s have dinner first. Then I’ll decide.”

They eat, it’s pleasant. Izuku explains everything that happened surrounding how he came to adopt Kazumi and how he found out about Katsuki’s involvement. By the end of it, they haven’t really talked about their own relationship and Katsuki thinks it’s too late. He goes to leave, but Izuku stops him and leads him to the bedroom without a word. When they’re tucked in,

“We need to talk to Kazumi about this, but I forgive you, Kacchan...”

They pick up Kazumi the next morning together and get breakfast. Kazumi is suspicious and annoyed and speaks before anyone else can. 

“I don’t like you,”

“That’s the second time I’ve heard that this week...”

“Listen. I don’t like you, but my dad does, which means I’ll give you a chance, but, if you hurt him... I may be Quirkless, but I’ll hurt you. Got it?”

Katsuki’s been given the shovel talk by Shinsou and now a six year-old. He agrees and breakfast goes pleasantly. 

It’s like...a few weeks later when Izuku remembers the letter Kazumi’s mother handed him. He gives it to his son and Kazumi reads it. It’s simply an apology and explanation of what happened, and while she doesn’t know what Kazumi will be like in the future, she’s sure he’ll be a wonderful person. She asks him if he’d like to meet and Izuku tells him it’s his choice. Kazumi says yes.

“It won’t change anything. She might be my mom, but you’re my dad. I just want to thank her, because without her, I wouldn’t have you.”

Izuku cries. They call and arrange a time, place, and day to meet. Izuku asks Katsuki if he’d like to come too. He says yes. 

“Does this mean I’m part of the family, now?”

“Sure, dad.”

Katsuki chokes on air. 

[sugaabooga]

Nuntius Amoris 1

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 4.7k

WARNINGS: ⚠️CURSE WORDS, MENTIONS OF TEENAGE PREGNANCY AND ABORTION, MALE IN FEMALE BODY (SOUL)⚠️

Summary: After a fatal car crash, Hoseok finds himself in a new body and surrounded by people who all seem to have some kind of trouble with love. Is he supposed to meddle in their lives or cope with this new environment until who knows when?

A/N: BASED OFF OF THE MOVIE, Because I Love You. Feedback is always appreciated! If you read the prologue it’ll be much more clear!! 

Hoseok groans as he opens his eyes and meets a way too bright white ceiling.

Where am I?

“About time you’re awake!”

The sharp, shrill voice makes Hoseok grimace as it rings in his ears.

Am I at the hospital?

He lets out another groan that sounds a little higher than his usual voice, but takes no notice of it when a woman looking like her early fifties gets in his face and starts yelling.

“GET TO CLASS!

Hoseok bolts out of the bed and looks at her in shock.

“C-Class?”

The woman, who he figured was a nurse, huffs and pushes him aside so she can tidy up the blankets.

“Tsk tsk tsk. A healthy looking girl like you,” she mutters. “Always in the nurse’s office for fainting.”

"G-Girl?”

She suddenly turns around and hums in distaste as she scans his body. “Girls don’t always have to be thin. Eat more! Gain muscles and fats!”

Now, Hoseok was sure that she was mistaking him for a girl.

No. Fucking. Way.

He couldn’t remember much about where he was. Honestly, he couldn’t even remember his own name.

One thing Hoseok was absolutely one hundred percent sure of.

He was NOT, by all means, NOT a girl.

He quickly flips around, being met with a mirror. He lets out a scream as he looks at his large brown eyes that stared back at him, almost mockingly. His hand clamps over his mouth, not expecting a high pitched scream come out of his throat. Hoseok lowers his hand, only to let out a loud gasp that slips his pink, thin lips that were coated with lip tint.

He contorts his face in disgust at how heavy his face seemed.

Hoseok was not a fan of makeup.

He then takes deep breaths and slowly opens his eyes to look at his chest area.

He had… breasts.

“AHHHH!” he shrieks again.

“Gfhrugh?” Hoseok grunts as he lands on the bed. He stares at his reflection and steps closer to the mirror that stood before him.

“Why am I… a girl!?” he whispers to himself. Hoseok grabs his long straight hair and harshly pulls on it, immediately feeling the stinging on his scalp.

This wasn’t a dream.

Hoseok stays still as he hears quick, soft footsteps nearing the door. He stares wide-eyed at the door frame and grimaces when he sees that it was the grumpy nurse from earlier.

“Why are you still here?” she squints and proceeds to aggressively waddle towards him. She grabs him by the shoulder and yanks him out the door before pushing him out into the empty hallway. “I’m not giving you a pass! Get a detention for all I care!”

The door slams making him cringe at the sound that resonates down the empty hallways.

He looks left and right only to realize that he was at a school.

A high school to be exact.

Classrooms lined both sides of the walls. Wide windows showed off the huge classrooms filled with forty students each who were busy scribbling down notes or throwing paper airplanes and spitballs at each other.

Hoseok shook his head at the sight. “So immature.”

Too deep in thought, Hoseok barely notices the two male students who were grinning at each other like idiots after watching a video meme on one’s phone.

“Dude, that’s crazy!” one of them screams, not giving a crap if a teacher decided to come out to give him a detention.

The said student harshly crashes into Hoseok, making his thin body drop to the floor.

Hoseok hisses at the sharp pain that shot up his wrist. He looks up to make direct eye contact with two males.

Both of them looked terrified.

“Mari! Fuck! Are you okay?” the guy that pushed Hoseok down offers him a shaky hand which he takes gratefully.

Hoseok sighs, brushing off his skirt and nods. “I’m fine,” Hoseok glances at his nametag. “Taehyung?”

Hoseok quickly scans Taehyung’s appearance before looking back at his wide eyes. The boy had shaggy bangs and lengthy hair that was growing into a mullet. His face had perfect seeming features. His large brown, puppy-like eyes, his sharp structured nose, and full lips. Everything was all proportioned evenly. There were also two small hoops dangling from his ears. His body wasn’t exactly buff, but it wasn’t lanky or thin either.

He looked like a model.

The boy gives Hoseok a small smile before turning to his friend, quickly whispering something in his ear.

His friend looked like he would be Taehyung’s cousin. He didn’t have as defined features as Taehyung did at first glance, but still very good looking that Hoseok was certainly envious of.

Jeon Jungkook read his nametag.

Jungkook had a mop of dark brown hair that was slightly parted in the middle, revealing his forehead. He too, had piercings like Taehyung. However, his round eyes made him look more innocent than Taehyung seemed to appear. His nose was on the larger side, his bottom lip much larger than his upper.

Unlike Taehyung, Jungkook looked very physical for a high-school student. He was tall, shoulders broad and his uniform was fit perfectly on his body. Any girl would be fawning over him.

Heck, even Hoseok was envious of his built body.

Jungkook nods and pats Taehyung on the back encouragingly before giving you a small smile. “See you Mari!”

Hoseok nervously laughs, not knowing how to react to the two boys that seemed like nothing but trouble. Taehyung suddenly grabs onto Hoseok’s wrist, making him flinch and screech. Taehyung’s eyes widen twice their size as he frantically claps his hand over Hoseok’s mouth and makes sure no one sees the two. Hoseok shuts his eyes closed as he squirms in Taehyung’s iron grip around his shoulders and mouth.

“Shut up!” Taehyung harshly whispers in Hoseok’s ear. He finally lets go of Hoseok after entering an empty classroom that seemed abandoned.

Hoseok doubles over, grasping a chair as he gasps as he tries to calm himself down.

“Oh shit,” Taehyung mumbles and quickly runs over to his side. “Mari! I’m so sorry! Are you okay!?”

Hoseok, still gasping, shakes his head and pushes Taehyung away, somehow managing to get into a chair in the process.

Taehyung suddenly crouches, alerting Hoseok’s senses again, but before he can stand up and run, the boy gently places his hands on Hoseok’s stomach.

“I’m-”

Hoseok’s eyes widen and before he can stop himself, he slaps Taehyung against his cheek, surprising the both of them.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, MARI!?” Taehyung screams as he springs up on his feet.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?” Hoseok yells back with twice as much vocal power in his voice.

“I’M SEEING IF OUR BABY IS OKAY!”

Hoseok’s jaw drops, his eyes falling onto the cold, white tiles that were laying under his sneakers. Taehyung’s soft sigh is the only that breaks the silence.

“B-Baby?” he gulps.

Taehyung gently smiles as he hesitantly sits on the tiles, facing up at Hoseok.

“I… I know we both clearly aren’t ready for a baby in our chaotic lives, but remember,” Taehyung looks up with hopeful eyes, almost teary. “I promised! We promised! I’ll take care of him… or her! We can do it together! I have great friends that will be more than willing to look over our baby whenever we’re both busy. You don’t have to wo-”

“No,” Hoseok sternly says.

No way in hell was he going to be giving birth to a baby in someone else’s body. He wasn’t even a girl originally. And what were these kids thinking!?

“You think we’re going to end up happy? One happy little family?” Hoseok squints at the boy, whose small hopeful smile was quickly turning into a frown. “Well guess what? In reality, there isn’t a happy little family when a teenage girl that has high dreams is pregnant because in the end, the woman or the man ends up getting to ambitious with their own lives that they abandon the other and their baby.”

“Mari-”

“I’M NOT FINISHED!” Hoseok screams hysterically. If he weren’t so sensitive about the topic, for some odd reason, he would’ve cringed at how shrill his voice sounded, but right now, he couldn’t care less. “I SHOULD KNOW BECAUSE I KNOW HOW IT FEELS AS THE BABY!”

Hoseok abruptly stops.

Where did that come from?

“Hobi?” a soft voice wakes the six-year old boy up from his race car shaped bed. The little boy rubs his bleary eyes and looks up at the tired, frowning woman, giving her a wide smile.

“Mom?”

She smiles, almost eerily, making him wonder why his mother was looking at him this way.

Unloving.

“Let’s go to the theme park today.”

“Mari… What are you talking about?” Taehyung sniffles, breaking Hoseok out of his flashback. Hoseok shakes his head, standing up from the chair and looking down at Taehyung.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” Hoseok sighs. 

Taehyung stands back up and looks down at Hoseok concerned. “No. I need to know what’s wrong. What suddenly made you change your mind? You never mentioned anything about you going through this.”

Hoseok stays silent. How was he supposed to explain to Taehyung when he didn’t know himself.

Hoseok decides to not elaborate on his sudden burst of emotions. “I’ll let you know when I get an appointment at the hospital.”

“You aren’t going to tell me?” Taehyung asks, looking dejected. “Mari-”

“I just... there’s too much on my mind right now. Let’s talk later,” Hoseok sighs. Hoseok leaves the room, feeling sorry for the poor guy. He thinks he should give it up and just go with the birth giving process, but something in Hoseok makes him feel that it wouldn’t end up the same way as the boy in front of him hopes it will.

Hoseok deeply sighs as he shuts the door, the metal clank echoing through the empty hallway. He starts walking without a destination when Taehyung’s soft sobs that can be heard from outside the door trigger another flashback that has Hoseok gripping the walls for support.

“Count to twenty,” the woman grins. The boy happily nods, putting his hands over his eyes, obediently counting to the number that he had recently learned to count to at school.

“Se...Seventeen. Eighteen. Nine...teen. Twenty!” he laughs in accomplishment, removing his hands from his eyes and looks around the ferris wheel. When being unable to see his mother, the small boy starts walking around, looking around corners and behind booths. Twenty minutes go by and by now, the boy knew. His mother wasn’t here. 

The six-year old’s eyes start to well up with tears and wails.

He ignores the other kids pointing at him, gesturing to their own mothers how a kid is crying, only to have their parents pulling them away from the crying boy.

That’s when he feels a precense in front of him. Hoping it’s his mom, smiling her comforting smile that she used to give him, he wipes away his tears and opens his eyes, seeing a pair of bight pink sneakers with light up gems decorating the top. He looks up to see that it is a girl seemingly to be the same age as him, handing him a snickers bar with worry-filled eyes.

“MOM!” she screams, running to her mother with her short legs and dragging her over to the lost boy, who was still shocked, sad, but mostly.

Afraid.

“AH!” Hoseok gasps, leaning his whole body onto the wall, clutching his head in pain. Why did it hurt so much? Who was the boy? Was it him? Why was he even in this body that he clearly wasn’t in originally?

“Choi Mari?” a female voice calls, almost fading into the distance. Hoseok groans, sliding on the floor with his eyes shut closed and his hands over his ears.

He feels soft hand softly grab his wrists and bring them down from his face. “Mari! What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Hoseok blinks up at the blurry figure that seemed to distort into the girl that offered the snickers bar in his memory, and smiles before everything turns black.

“Will she be okay?”

Hoseok hears. A series of mumbles could be heard, indicating that he was regaining conciousness. He forces his eyes open and feels a cough coming up his throat when a sudden, booming voice makes him cringe.

“MARI!” the voice yells.

Hoseok groans in response bringing the large pillow up to his ears and tries to block out the sounds that were echoing in the plain room.

“TAEHYUNG! CALM DOWN!” someone commands, a slight strain in their voice being heard. “WHAT’S WITH YOU!?”

“She’s awake,” someone - presumably the doctor - interrupts the two others and a constant jolt on the side of Hoseok’s bed is enough to drive him mad.

“I’M AWAKE! I’M AWAKE! WHAT THE FRICK DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?” Hoseok rasps out with a fierce look in his eyes. He hated the sound of loud voices when he was getting up from a nap or sleep.

In front of him were the three people that he assumed were the ones talking this whole time. He recognizes one of them as the student that he apparently had a baby with and the other man seemed to be the doctor who was writing down furiously on his clipboard.

Then, he notices a woman on the other side of Taehyung looking at him.

You.

Hoseok feels a headache forming in his brain and quickly looks away from the sight of you. There was something about you that triggered some kind of heartache.

To prevent himself from looking at you, Hoseok decides to set his gaze on his supposed lover.

The very student desperately grasps Hoseok’s hands with teary eyes.

“Mari,” he sobs. “Don’t do it! Please!”

Hoseok stays silent, looking at their intertwined hands. He had never wanted to die more than the moment he did right now.

How did I get myself into this mess?

Taehyung’s sobs suddenly calm into small sniffles making Hoseok look up again. You were softly patting his shoulder despite the confusion that you were in.

“Taehyung. She’s going to be fine,” you say.

Hoseok gulps and stares intently at you. You were the one who brought him to the hospital. He remembered your panicked voice and gentle hold on him before he blacked out. Despite that, your voice made Hoseok wonder. Where else had he heard it? It sounded so familiar.

Before Hoseok could have time to look away from you, your eyes dart onto his, immediately making his breath cut short.

You give him a small smile before sighing. “You fainted again. The doctor said it may be due to stress, but your boyfriend over here…” you gesture to the frowning Taehyung. “Is quite worried about you.”

Hoseok breaks your gaze and slowly nods in reply.

You reach over for a swivel chair, sitting on it and asking Taehyung to wait five minutes outside. Taehyung reluctantly nods, not wanting to leave his pregnant girlfriend, but eventually gets lured out with strawberry cream filled bread.

“Alright,” you sigh, giving Hoseok an intimidating look as soon as the door slides shut.

Hoseok raises his eyebrows in question and feels his body tense up.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

Hoseok merely scoffs, obviously not feeling okay.

“I’m not asking as your teacher,” you say, firmly. “I’m asking as a woman to woman. What’s going on?”

woman.... to woman?

Hoseok bites his lower lip. He could trust you right? You were a teacher. And plus, you were the one who brought him to the hospital when seeing his collapsed form.

“Can I trust you?” Hoseok cautiously looks up and makes eye contact with you. Your eyes widen, taken aback by his sudden question.

“I… Of course,” you clear your throat. You weren’t an actual teacher (front desk receptionist), but it didn’t mean that you weren’t as trustworthy as one could be. “Why do you ask?”

Hoseok squints his eyes at you. How was he supposed to know your and Mari’s exact relationship? Maybe sometimes, it’s just better to ask.

“Um… What are we?” Hoseok asks, ignoring your question. As soon as the question is asked, you scrunch your eyebrows together in confusion.

“Um…” you shrug in reply. “Consultant and the consulted?”

You tilt your head in confusion. What an odd question. What does Mari want me to respond?

Hoseok bites down a laugh and instead nods in deep thought.

“I told you many things… right?” Hoseok asks cautiously.

You look at him weirdly. “Mari, are you okay?”

Hoseok sharply looks up, his eyes flashing with something that wasn’t so Mari like. You slightly falter back, surprised at how he had a look of desperation, hope, and lost.

“I’m not Mari.”

You sit still, not completely knowing how to react. “Did something happen when you fainted? The doctor said you were completely fine. You don’t have amnesia or-”

“I don’t know who I am, but I know that I’m not Mari,” Hoseok interrupts.

Now you were completely sure that something was in fact wrong with her. Maybe the doctor had the wrong test results for a normal human and accidentally switched them out with Mari’s results.

“Hey,” you gently call out trying to show how you’re willing to be listening and open with her. “I know being a teenager is hard. You may be in shock which led you to think you aren’t your-”

“LISTEN TO ME!” he suddenly yells, stopping you from uttering another sound.

Hoseok was frustrated. It seemed like he had mood swings after coming into this body. It felt foreign to yell and cry. He couldn’t remember what or who he was and why he was in this stressful situation that seemed like there was no way out.  He hasn’t felt this type of despair in a while.

“I’m telling you my situation right now because you seem like someone who would be able to help me get to my actual body,” Hoseok lowers his voice. 

“A-Actual body?” you stammer. “What do you mean by that?”

Hoseok sighs and rubs his eyes with his hands. “I’m not this girl that I’m appearing to be. Mari or whatever. But the thing is I don’t remember anything about myself. Who I am, where I was before this, what I was even doing before I came into this body. I just know that I’m not supposed to be in here.

“And I have a gut feeling that somehow, you’ll be able to help me.”

When you stay silent, Hoseok continues with a shaky breath.

“When I suddenly fainted in that hallway, I got a flashback that might’ve been a past memory,” Hoseok looks at you with a flurry of emotions running through his eyes. “And when I saw you… I saw the face of the girl that was part of my flashback.”

Your eyes enlarge at his explanation. While it was 99.9% impossible for some other person to be in Mari’s body, you couldn’t help yourself but to believe whatever it was that he was saying. You had watched many movies about this type of situation. The protagonist goes in a mysterious tent and wishes for something that backfires. Or a birthday wish goes wrong. Magical candles, lamps, houses, cars, potions, and WHATEVER can make a soul travel around to other people’s bodies.

But those were in movies.

This was. 

Real life.

You shudder off the chills that were running up your back and contemplate for a minute. “I... was in your flashback?”

Hoseok nods. “I think so. Before I was unconcious, I saw your face. It seemed familiar.”

“That doesn’t mean I am the girl in your flashback,” you say, not meaning to sound so unwilling to help him, but it seemed to make Hoseok shift in nervousness. 

“So… if you aren’t Mari. Who are you?” you say, quickly changing the subject.

“I’m a man for one,” Hoseok sighs, about to continue when he feels a flurry of memories fly past his head. He grimaces and blinks rapidly to get a hold of himself.

“Mari,” you quickly stand up and grab onto his shoulder. “I mean... whoever you are. What’s happening?”

Hoseok manages a breath and shakes his head. “N-Nothing. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look-”

Hoseok suddenly fall onto the bed as he starts to feel dizzy and losing conciousness again.

“Who are you?” a deep voice asks.

Sniffles.

“What’s your name?” the haunting voice asks again, this time with less patience.

“Jung-”

“Mari!” you yell. “I mean… not Mari!”

Your voice snaps Hoseok back to reality and his breathing calms down and he is able to make out the shelves and couch in the room.

He realizes that he was in your arms. You were patting his back and slowly rocking back and forth. The action seemed to calm him like he was in a mother’s hold.

You could feel Hoseok’s body shiver and unknowingly, you start mumbling comforting words that make a few tears slip out of Hoseok’s closed eyes.

“S-Sorry,” Hoseok gulps. He wasn’t sure how you would act in this situation. You were probably overwhelmed by this amount of information.

A man in a female student’s body who goes in and out of consciousness and breaks out into tears.

You immediately shake your head and lean down so you were looking up into Hoseok’s eyes. “Why are you sorry?”

Hoseok tries to look away from your searching eyes, but gives in when you maintain eye contact with him. 

“You must be weirded out,” Hoseok says. “If I was in your place, I sure would be. A person who claims he isn’t the owner of the body that he is in starts losing consciousness and breaks down into tears. What a sight.”

“I am weirded out,” you chuckle and Hoseok’s face drops just the slightest. “But I mean... who wouldn’t be? Don’t worry. I believe you. This situation is the type that only shows up in movies, but I guess we’ll just have to see what it leads us to. I can’t imagine how this situation is for you, so take your time. If you’re overwhelmed, just take a break. Okay?”

Hoseok gives you a small nod before remembering the state of this body at the moment.

“Oh and about this student...” Hoseok hesitantly says. “She’s-”

A sudden bang of the door interrupts him and startles the both of you.

“Taehyung!” you frown. “Be a bit more quiet will you?”

The male student, looking much happier and more relaxed than before giggles and says a quick apology. He rushes over to the bed and takes Hoseok’s hand into his and sits down in a small chair.

“I got you some stuff,” he grins before taking out some red bean paste bread and milk. “I asked the nurse and they said you can have a few bites.”

Hoseok gratefully nods, an unknown feeling of desire and nostalgia taking over him. “Thank you.”

“And how’s our little wittle Tannie doing?” Taehyung coos while gently poking Hoseok’s stomach. Hoseok jerks at the sudden contact, making Taehyung retract his hand and squeak a quiet “sorry!”.

You scan the interaction between the two and furrow your eyebrows.

“Tannie?” you question, squinting at Taehyung.

Taehyung looks at you with wide eyes and then back at Hoseok. “You… didn’t tell her?”

"I was going to, but you came in as soon as I was about to,” Hoseok says indifferently.

Your gaze flickers to Hoseok’s stomach, where Taehyung had poked earlier. Your eyes widen at the realization.

“You’re pregnant?” you gasp. Hoseok quickly turns to you and runs a hand through his hair, frustratingly.

“I swear, why does this girl have so much drama in her life?” he mutters earning a confused glance from Taehyung.

“Yes, but not for long,” Taehyung answers you with teary eyes and wavering lips. Hoseok resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“What do you mean?” you curiously ask. You didn’t mean to pry, but it seemed to you that the past, real Mari had kept lots of secrets from you. “Not for long?”

Taehyung opened his mouth to speak, but Hoseok interrupts him.

“You’ll thank me later, boy,” Hoseok spits out, then stops himself reminding himself that he was currently this “boy’s” girlfriend. “Uh… I mean. I just…”

Taehyung heavily sighs and unintentionally grasps onto Hoseok’s hand tighter. “She doesn’t want the child.”

Your eyes widen and lock onto Hoseok’s annoyed ones. He shakes his head at you.

“I… have no choice,” Hoseok lamely excuses. You frown in disappointment at how he was making the decision when he wasn’t even Mari himself.

Hoseok deeply sighs when feeling wet tears land on the band of his hand. He felt the familiar feeling of pity settle in him for the young boy.

He knows that he has absolutely no right whatsoever to make this big of a decision, but he didn’t know what else to do. Hoseok didn’t know anything about himself. His real self. He had no idea how he was going to get out of this situation, so how was he going to take care of this body that was carrying another life?

“Y/N,” Taehyung suddenly calls out.

You sadly look at him and weakly hum in response. You were conflicted in this situation. Why was this so complicated? You were fuming at the person inside of Mari’s body for making such an important decision on their own. You knew you could trust Mari and Taehyung to raise a child. They weren’t kids who were rash in these types of cases. You figured that Mari and Taehyung had planned to give birth and raise the child together. At least before this stranger came into her body and changed their plans.

“Can you please give us a minute?”

You nod, giving Hoseok one last look as if to say “watch your mouth” and leave the room.

Hoseok frowns at your departure feeling very awkward in the hospital room with only Taehyung and the bleeping of the heart monitor.

Taehyung stands up and looks at Hoseok straight in his eye. “Mari. I don’t know what made you suddenly change your mind in giving birth and raising our baby, but I respect your decision.”

Hoseok shifts, making himself a bit more comfortable and gestures at Taehyung to continue.

“I will still proudly announce to everyone that you are my girlfriend and that I love you. I will give you my whole fucking world to you. Heck, I can buy millions of stars and name them after you.”

Hoseok’s nose scrunches in Taehyung’s sweet, but slightly random words.

“The day I first saw you, I hated you so much because you were the meanest and fiercest girl that I had ever met. You were the only one who could resist my flirts and antics. I was surprised at…”

Hoseok tunes Taehyung out after a while of his long monologue. Hoseok snaps out of his blank stare and tries to listen back in his story when he realizes that Taehyung was no longer talking.

Hoseok curiously looks up at Taehyung and before he knows it, Taehyung lips were on his.

However, when Hoseok lacks the sensation on his lips, he knows something’s up.

Darkness surrounds him, a loud whooshing sound ringing through his ears. When his eyes fly open, he wasn’t in the hospital anymore.

“Jeon Jungkook!” a shrill voice yells at him. Hoseok’s eyes open at the new voice and gapes at the half naked girl in front of him. He quickly spins around in shock.

“S-SORRY!” Hoseok gasps and starts walking away when a harsh tug sends him flying back to where he was before. “YOU GOT THE WRONG PERSON! I’M NOT WHOEVER YOU THINK I AM!”

The girl in front of him huffs and quickly shoves a hand mirror in his face.

“IF THIS ISN’T JEON JUNGKOOK, WHO IS IT!?” she screams.

Hoseok’s eyes widen at his reflection.

Round eyes, bunny-like teeth, big nose, brown locks parted slightly in the middle, ear piercings and a scar on his left cheek.

He had entered another person’s body.

[save-the-cronch]

Flowers and Tattoos

Merry Christmas to @trans-space-prince !! I really hope you enjoy this!

This is for the DEH Secret Santa from @dearevanhansensecretsanta

Evan wiped his brow with his sleeve, as soon as he had placed the final load of flowers for a wedding in the buyer’s truck. It had taken all day yesterday to find all the needed flowers and sort them in the order that the bride and groom had asked for. It had only taken half an hour to load the truck.

Once the truck had driven away, Evan walked back inside his mother’s shop and went to the counter to sit on the stool behind the cash register. He didn’t have any orders he needed to work on, so he pulled out his phone and waited for anyone to walk through the doors with any last minute arrangement.

About ten minutes later, Evan looked up at the sound of the bell on top of the door ringing. In walked a tall, lanky boy, around the same age as Evan, twenty-three. He has long brown hair and wore ripped, black, skinny jeans, and a black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a few tattoos littering the boy’s arms.

“Hi! W-welcome to Hansen’s Flowers, how, um, how can I he-help you?” Evan asked, placing his phone into his apron pocket.

“Oh, I was just wondering if I could look at your flowers for references? I work at the tattoo shop two shops down, and I realized that I didn’t have any flowers in my reference book.”

“O-oh! Yes! That’s to-totally fine!” Evan said, beaming at the man in front of him.

“Thanks…”

“Evan.”

“Thanks, Evan. I’m Connor by the way.”

Evan nods at Connor, as the tattooed man makes his way over to the flowers placed on display at the window.

Connor stays in Evan’s shop for half an hour, before he stands up, gives Evan a small wave, and exits the shop. The whole time that Connor was drawing, Evan couldn’t take his eyes off of the long-haired boy. Evan liked how Connor pulled his hair back into a messy bun right before opening his sketchbook. He thought that the tattoos on Connor’s body were beautiful. He admired how Connor was able to concentrate so intensely on his drawing. To Evan, Connor seemed to be that kind of person that had a lot of secrets, and he just needed someone to share those secrets with. For some reason, Evan wanted to be that person.

Two days later Connor showed up in the shop just as Evan was walking out of the back room.

“Hey, Evan, what’s the best way to say ‘congrats on your engagement, I’m sorry for being a bitch when we were in high school, you and Alana totally deserve each other.”

Evan blinks, not completely sure where that came from. “Uh, ye-yeah, one second.” Evan heads off, in search of the perfect flowers for Connor. Five minutes, he returns with plenty of different flowers in his hands. “Okay, so we have red carnations for love and pride, a bunch of daffodils for joy and happiness, yellow roses for a new beginning, and goldenrod for good fortune.”

“Thanks, Evan, these look fantastic.”

Evan smiles at that and goes to wrap the flowers up. “I-if you don’t, um, don’t mind. Who are the-they for?”

“My sister, her wedding is tomorrow, and the rehearsal dinner is tonight, she’s marrying her college roommate, super cheesy, but they are good for each other.”

“That’s ni-nice,” Evan finishes tying a bow around the flowers and then hands them to Connor, “Ten fifty please.”

Connor hands over the money, gives Evan another smile and then leaves with the bouquet in hand.

For the next two months, Connor continuously comes into Evan’s shop. They’ve developed a sort of routine, Evan brings them both drinks in the morning, coffee for Connor and tea for Evan, then during lunch, Connor comes into Evan’s shop to eat with him in the break room, sometimes they go out though. Their shops close at the same time, so occasionally they will grab dinner together, on Wednesdays, Connor comes up to Evan’s apartment, which is just above the shop and where his mother lived before she moved in with her boyfriend, well fiancé now, Kyle Heere. They watch the episode of Survivor that airs, while eating a bunch of stove popped popcorn.

On Saturdays, Evan goes with Connor to his apartment to do a movie night. They order out, and share a pint of ice cream, while watching whatever movie they had randomly selected that night. Usually, Wednesday nights end up with Connor’s head in Evan’s lap, while Evan mindlessly rakes his fingers through Connor’s long hair. On Saturdays, Evan is usually asleep before the movie is even over, his head resting in Connor’s lap, or on his shoulder. Connor always wakes him about ten minutes after the movie ends, prolonging the feeling of Evan sleeping on him.

Both boys wished that this could happen every night. Both boys wish that their friendship was more than that. Both boys wished they could have the courage to tell the other this. Both boys knew it would be awhile before they did.

Six months after they had first met, Connor was sitting on the counter, next to the cash register in the flower shop, when a guy, most likely around his and Evan’s age, walked in the door. He was shorter than Connor, defiantly taller than Evan. He wore glasses, and his hair was a dark brown.

“Yo, Evan!” The guy shouts, completely ignoring Connor, as Connor openly stared at him.

Evan hurried out of the back room, wiping the dirt on his hand, onto his jeans. “Jared, you’re early.”

“I got bored, my class was canceled because the professor is sick. So, I decided to come here early! Obviously, I’m better than just sitting here alone.”

“Jar-Jared, I’m not alone, remember whe-when I mentioned Con-Connor?”

“Yeah? So?”

“That’s Connor.” Evan points to Connor, who was still sitting next to the cash register.

“Oh, hey man,” Jared greets, giving a small wave. “Evan has told me a lot about you, is your hair really as soft as Evan says it is?”

At that comment Evan sends a glare to Jared, as Connor laughs, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“I believe it is, my sister gave me dove shampoo as a joke one year for Christmas, and I liked how it made my hair feel, so I kept buying the stuff.” Connor shrugs his shoulders as he hops off the counter. “Anyway, I should be getting home, Zoe and Alana are coming over for dinner, and since Zoe is pregnant now, she has really weird cravings. I’ve gotta get prepared for that.”

“Al-alright! I’ll see you tomorrow morning, right?” Evan asks, twisting his hands in the hem of his shirt.

“Course Ev.” Connor pulls Evan into a hug, waves at Jared, then leaves the store.

One minute of silence later, Jared turns to the nervous blond haired boy. “Dude, he is so into you. When are you planning on turning those movie nights of yours into date nights?”

“Shut, shut up Jared. He isn’t in-into me.”

“I dunno what planet you’re living on, but Connor is totally in love with you. The way he looked at you is the way my Dad looks at my mom when she’s babbling on about whatever story she’s currently writing.” At Jared’s words, Evan’s face gets as red as a rose. “Look, man, all I’m saying is, if you don’t ask him out soon. You might miss your chance.”

“But How am I su-suppose to do that!” Evan cries out. He’s never asked anyone out, and has only gone on a grand total of three dates. He doesn’t know how he should ask Connor out, much less how to proceed with the date if he even says yes.

“Relax dude, I know exactly how to handle this. Connor seems to be exactly like my sister’s boyfriend, and she asked him out so, we’ll base it off of what she did.”

“Bu-but Jenny is a lot mo-more comfortable around people!”

“And you’re comfortable around Connor. Please Evan, just trust me.”

Evan thinks for a moment. Honestly, he really does want to ask Connor out, and since he has no idea how to do that, Jared could help. He just hopes this doesn’t ruin what he already has with the tattooed-covered boy.

Two days later, as Connor walks into the flower shop, he notices that Evan is in the back room. Connor, deciding that he should sneak up on his friend, quietly walks around the counter, and goes to push open the half-cracked door when he hears Evan on the phone. Initially, he wasn’t going to listen in, but that was before he heard Evan mention his name.

“-Okay, but I’m still nervous. I always am! What if Connor doesn’t like me as more than a friend, and he thinks I’m really creepy, and never wants to talk to me again!”

Connor is a surprised at hearing that Evan likes him, but his happiness soon takes over that surprise, as he shoves the door open, and runs towards a shocked Evan.

“Trust me Ev, if I thought you liking me was creepy, I’d be a huge hypocrite.” Connor pulls back from the hug, smiling down at Evan.

“I, uh, you heard that?”

“Yeah, sorry about that, I didn’t mean to listen in, but I’m glad I did. What do you say we go out to dinner tonight? It’ll be like normal, except this time we call it a date, yeah?”

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

“Perfect,” Connor repeats, as he places a soft kiss on Evan’s cheek.

“And that is how I met your papa.” Connor finishes, placing a soft kiss on Evan’s head, hugging him from behind.”

“Damn dad, why didn’t you wait to see how papa was going to ask you out?” Their daughter, Vivian, asks.

“Well, Viv, I was just too overjoyed by the fact that someone as amazing as your papa liked me, that I just couldn’t wait. Plus, who knows if Ev would have actually followed through with it.”

Vivian and Danny laugh, knowing all too well how nervous their papa can get.

“Hey, I would have asked you out! Eventually, probably with Jared doing most of the work, but it would have happened.” Evan counter reacts, swatting at his husband’s hands that were still placed around his waist. “Now come on, your first day of finals are tomorrow, you need to rest up. Junior year is important.

The teens grumble as they walk down the hall to their respective rooms.

“We did good with them, didn’t we.”

“Yeah, we did.”

Connor turns Evan around in his arms, and leans down to give Evan a slow and soft kiss. Even after being together for twenty years, Evan still feels like a teenager, in lover for the first time, when kissing Connor. He never wants this feeling to go away.

[sassysweetstories]

Second Chances

Request: “Im kinda crazy for chris argent of TW pls kindly do a fic about him where his highschool sweetheart is back in town n to teach in allison school. She was heartbroken by chris who choose allison mother over her before. But chris has his reason. Now that shes back, they cant deny that they still have feeling for each other. Make it angst pls. Thanks.” 

Ship: Chris Argent x Fem!Reader 

Warning: angst, swearing, fluff, minor kissing, yelling, mentions of cheating, fighting, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Your P.O.V

[A few years ago..]

How could he? I thought to myself as I glare daggers at the back of my now ex-boyfriends head. So much for high school sweethearts.. He wraps his arm around Victoria, smiling as they dance across the floor, swaying to the music above us. They look like polar opposites. It was like watching the angel and the devil tango. Nobody liked it. And even though we broke up a few weeks ago, it still stings. We were the perfect couple after-all. I guess we weren’t perfect enough. Glancing back at my date, I force a smile despite the pain emulating within my heart. When he spins me around, I feel Chris’s eyes burning into the side of my face. Maybe he regrets his choice? I sure hope so.

[Now]

Glancing up at the sign, I sigh to myself. Mixed emotions plague my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled to finally have the opportunity to teach. It had been something I’d always wanted to do, ever since I was a kid. But in all honesty, I was petrified. Sucking in a quick breath of fresh air, I head into my classroom and prepare for the day ahead. When the students start shuffling in, I start to feel more confident. That is until my gaze caught wind of a beautiful chocolate haired girl. She sat down in the middle of the classroom with a contagious smile. For some reason, she looked familiar.

Looking away, I ignore the weird feeling that begun to bubble inside my stomach. Glancing up at the list of names, I begun to call off- “Stiles Stilinski.” My eyes trailed to the hand raised. A boy who gave me a goofy grin. “Scott McCall.” The boy next to him waved his hand over to catch my attention, sporting a similar likable puppy dog smile. I can't help but return the respectable grin before continuing down the list until one name caught my eye.

Allison Argent

It can't be.. "Uh.. Allison Argent." The beautiful girl I saw earlier raised her hand and smiled. That’s why she looked familiar. She looks just like him. I stare at her for a second before asking, very much dreading the answer. “Do you happen to be related to Christopher Argent?” She nodded and smiled before saying, “Yeah, he’s my dad.” In that moment, my heart dropped and shattered into a million pieces. That bastard. She continued. “Why do you ask?” I have gotten fairly good at lying these past few years. Especially when it came to the protection of my own broken heart. 

So when I reply, my tone is calm and collective. “We went to high school together. Small world.” She nodded, genuinely intrigued by the topic. I finish calling off everyone’s names then proceed to educate the class on Hamlet, my favorite of Shakespeare’s many pieces. But I couldn’t for the life of me get the pang of pain out of my heart. Had he really moved on and stayed with Victoria and had a child? Pff, why do I even care? That was years ago. none of that should matter now. Except it does. At least in my heart it does. 

The next few weeks were not as easy as I thought they’d be. Every time I looked at the poor girl, I was reminded of the long tear filled nights I had spent crying over a boy who never really loved me. And instead of looking at her, I avoided all eye contact. It helped but I’d be lying if I said there still wasn’t this void within me. I file my work away and start to clean my classroom, which got surprisingly dirty quite quickly. Playing some soft turns from my old CD player, I almost hadn’t noticed a new body enter the room. “Hi, Allison. What can I do for you, hun?” 

She smiled at the nickname and entered. “My rides a little later and I was wondering if I could wait in here until he came? It’s pouring like crazy outside and it’s freezing in the halls.” I pull out the nearest chair and pat it, softly. “Of course, make yourself at home. I hope you don’t mind the music while I clean my room up. Ya know, you’d think I’d wrapped my head around the fact that kids are messy.” She giggles softly before staring off and out the window. I finish picking my room up and sit to grade some papers. The soft music and a small hum of rain that pattered from atop the roof was the only thing sound between us. 

I get up again to put a file away before a low, gruff voice spoke from behind. “(Y/n)?” As I turn over my shoulder to see whom the voice belonged to, my heart dropped. Standing before me was my high school sweetheart, Chris Argent. Shit, I should have guessed he would be picking her up. Idiot. He was a lot taller than I had expected him to be. Chris’s face was gruff and more bearded than ever. His body was built and toned like a god. Oh, for gods sake, I could practically see his pecks under his thin grey shirt. His brown eyes were still the same but they looked harder than ever. His hair slightly tinted with grey to mask his aging process. Probably due to stress. Chris looked good, too good. 

God, damn it! Why couldn’t he have turned out ugly?! “Chris.. Uh- long time no see.” I internally roll my eyes. What kind of response is that, you soggy poptart?! The way he’s looking at me makes me think he’s sizing me up just as I am doing right now with him. “(Y/n).. Is-Is that really you?” The way he asks the question shocks, not only me, but his daughter, too. It was the most innocently soft thing I’d ever heard. I could have sworn he was about to cry. “Yeah, it’s me. You look great, Christopher. You have a beard now. Impressive. I remember when you couldn’t even grow a mustache.” We both laugh but there’s an unspoken pain between us. When I look into his eyes, all I see is regret. Good. 

“And you. You cut your hair. You look..” He pauses for a second, trying to find the right word before saying, “..immaculate.” I can feel my cheeks flushing but above all else, it’s like someone ripped open a wound that’s just about to heal. No. I will not let him break me again. I clear my throat, beckoning towards Allison whom he hasn’t looked at since he first entered. “Uh.. Thank you. You two should get going. Don’t wanna get caught up in the storm.” Allison’s by the door, waiting and watching our interaction closely. “We should get coffee sometime. Catch up.” He says softly. And when I look up at him, I feel an immediate sense of regret. There’s so much hope in his big blue eyes. 

But I was not about to get my heart broken again. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I am Allison’s teacher, after-all. That would be highly inappropriate.” The second the words leave my mouth, a bitter taste starts to form in the back of my throat, like bile. His eyes look sad and regretful. I had never seen someone go from such a high spirit to a low one so quickly. He shook his head, heart still hopeful. “It’s just coffee-” I cut him off. “Good day, Mr. Argent.” When I say his name, it’s almost like a reminder of what positions we are in. He’s married and a father. I’m Allison’s high school teacher. But that was only the beginning. 

I don’t bother to watch his tragic state as he walks out with his daughter. I cannot get involved with Christopher again. I don’t think my heart could take it a second time. Seeing him was like opening a wound that had finally been shut. He still looked like himself, just more aged like a fine wine. I clutch my chest and sit down, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. But he’s always had that effect on me. 

Third P.O.V

“Why were you acting like that, Dad?! You were looking at her in a certain way. You’ve never looked at mom like that. Dad!” Allison cried, feeling conflicted and hurt and confused. Chris was hurting inside. Seeing his beloved for the first time in a so many years. She looked as beautiful as the day they first met. Finally he caved in, tired of keeping secrets. Especially from his beloved daughter. “Okay, okay. A long time ago, your mom, Mrs. (Y/L/N) and I attended high school together. We were what you kids today call “couple goals”. We were like Romeo and Juliet, Bonnie and Clyde Ying and Yang. 

“We were a perfect pair. We had a love that kids only ever dreamed of. The kind of sappy stuff you see in movies. We were so in love and attached to the hip that people would be uncomfortable if one of us was without the other. We were absolutely inseparable. The power couple among power couples.” His voice died out, cracking towards the end. Allison’s heart ached for her father. He was the strongest man she knew. And to see him so torn up, to the point of tears, she knew he must’ve been hurting something fierce. She wanted to console but more importantly, understand what happened. 

“What happened between you two?” She took his hands to support him and only hoped he would press on. Mr. Argent cleared his throat and swallowed down the pain like a shot of whiskey. “I went to a party. (Y/n) and I had gotten into a small argument, one that I had blown up over. It was a stupid reason, too. So I told her I was going to a party. She warned me not to. To just be safe and be careful. That it was a bad idea but I didn’t listen. That’s when your mom got involved.

“We drank so much that night. The next morning I woke up in her bed. I ran to (Y/n) in hopes that she would understand that it was nothing. But she shut me out and I deserved it. I broke her heart. But then everything changed when Veronica- your mother- confessed to me that she was pregnant. Pregnant with you. I was beyond shocked but there was no doubt in my mind that I would not love you unconditionally. I would not abandon you or your mother when all I wanted was a child. I just had expected it to have happened with (Y/n). But over time, I grew to love and respect your mother. 

“But at the end of the day, you can’t forget your first love. No matter how hard you try. And god knows I loved that woman more than anything in the universe. But I broke her and I deserve to suffer, to hurt. I fucked up bad. And seeing her again made me want to fix everything with her again. I just want to mend the wounds I put there.” Allison listened intently, clenching her fists to hide her anger towards her father for being so reckless but was also feeling sad for him, too. He was her father, after-all. Her mother was long gone, but throughout their marriage, Allison could not tell how unusual it all seemed. They both loved Allison but neither really loved the other. 

And, without having too look up at him, she knew what he was thinking. Should I fight for her? Or have I done enough damage? For a split second, she thought no. Leave the poor woman alone. She’s been through enough. But then she thought of Scott. He loved and fought for her, cherished and held her close to his heart. And even when they broke up, he was still there for her. And for a second she wondered if that’s what her dad and teacher had had. “Go get her dad. Fix your mistakes.” That was all he needed to hear before he revved the engine as Allison hopped out of the car. 

Christopher hadn’t thought about what he’d say or what he’d do. All he knew was that he needed her, desperately. Pulling up to the school, he quickly got out of the car, not even bothering to throw on a jacket to mask himself from the pouring rain. He’s drenched from head to toe by the time he enters the school. Nearly slipping and falling on his ass, he runs to her room in hopes to catch her in time. Mr. Argent’s jaw drops to the floor when he sees her still standing there, looking as beautiful and radiant as ever. Before she could even speak, he waltz's up to her and places his lips atop hers. The kiss was passionate, heavy and warm. 

It was needy and desperate on both ends as she begun to kiss back, plunging helplessly into the darkness she would soon experience again. But then she registered what was happening and pushed him back. “No, no, no, no. I’m not going to do this again, Christopher. You’ve broken my heart once, I won’t let you do it again.” She’s crying now, trying to keep herself together as best she can but it seems useless. “(Y/n), let me explain-” She pushed him hard, pulling back before clutching her sides. “No! You cheated on me with Victoria! What did I do to deserve that-” Chris shook his head, practically yelling. “None of this was your fault! I got completely smashed!

“Yes, I did cheat on you. And being drunk isn’t an excuse. But it happened. A few days after it happened, Victoria told me that she was pregnant with Allison. And you know me, (Y/n). I would never leave someone like that. I wasn’t gonna let her fend for herself. I wanted a baby to call my own. I just- I wanted to have it with you.. And I can’t tell you I’m sorry enough.. God knows it won’t ever clean the wounds I put there. But I loved you so much.. I still do. I am not longer married. I’m actually widowed. Victoria- she- she died. She’s been gone for five years now.” (Y/n) can’t help but feel the need to apologize. The loss of someone is undeniably unbearable. 

“So you just- you impregnate Victoria and don’t tell me-” Chris shook his head, almost to the point of tears as he looked down at his beloved. “You wouldn’t let me. And you had every right! You hated me and I deserved it. I deserved to suffer and I still do but I will not leave here with bad blood. I love you. I always have and I always will. I’m not gonna let you go again. Not when I can actually do something about it. (Y/n), I am so sorry. For everything I did to you.” The two looked at one another, neither making a sound. That was until (Y/n) took two steps forward and smashed her lips onto his. She shouldn’t be doing this but she needed him as much as he needed her. “I love you, Chris Argent.” He grinned from ear to ear before muttering. “I love you too, (Y/n) (Y/L/N).” 

(I hope you liked it! I’m really sorry for the long wait. I’ve been very very busy!!) 

[lubdubsworld]

Bird Bones ( Jung Kook/Oc)

summary : 

A small town filled with secrets. A young boy who wants to break free. A young girl who only wants to protect her baby. 

Bird bones shatter so easily, 

just like hearts , dancing to love’s melody. 

Chapter 1. 

A small town in Busan,

 Sometime in the 90s. 

Bird Bones.

That's what my father used to call me when i was a kid.

"Your're so fragile Dasom, " he would say, gripping the huge piece of concrete as he single-handedly maneuvered it into the sculpting stand in his studio. He would then proceed to chip away at the block , cutting and molding it into something beautiful. Most of my memories of him were happy ones. I loved my father. And i know, that deep down my mother had loved him too.

They weren't married. In fact they never even liked each other that much , or so it seemed. But my mother let me stay with my father often and didn't try to poison my mind against him. she accepted that he was a flawed human, unwilling to be tied down and she respected his choice to be a single and free artist as opposed to a committed husband and father. 

Not to say he wasn't a good father. He was. Probably a better father than some of the douchey ones that came to pick my friends at school, who treated their kids like non-entities and took for granted the security that came with a legal family.

Bird Bones.

Why did he call me that, i used to wonder. I wasn't fragile physically. I was normal. Tall at around 5'5". A healthy 110 pounds. I had bouncy black hair, long and strong and my waistline was always trim enough to squeeze into size 6 jeans. 

But then , I had my first brush with evil and i knew exactly what he meant.

"You're a bastard! Your father never even wanted you enough to marry your mother!" A boy in eighth grade threw at me and honestly, it felt a bit like my heart had been frozen to sub zero temperatures before being shattered by a well-aimed blow with a hammer. I stood in the cafeteria, unsure how to react to the vindictive fury in the boy's tone and unsure what i'd done to deserve it.

My bones felt like they were being shattered and suddenly it made sense.

Apparently , a few harsh words was all it took to shatter my bird bones.

And now, here i was , sitting with my fingers entwined on my lap while Jeon Jung Kook stood a few feet away, his father and mother glaring down at me with such evident disgust while their son looked frustratingly blank.

"So, you're not going to have an abortion?" Mr. Jeon barked loud and angry and I swallowed, glancing up at Jung Kook for some kind of support. I was here, alone and pregnant, facing down one of the biggest media entertainment moguls in the country.

 All because of one night of alcohol induced bad decisions. 

 Was it worth it, Somie?

I didn't even remember the night.

" No. I'm not. "

"Are you ... against abortions?" His mother said with a frown .

Jung kook sighed.

"Dad, Mom. Just stop, will you. It's her body. She's the one who gets to decide. It's not like she owes us an explanation." He said calmly.

Jung kook apparently had a functioning brain.

who knew?

Jung Kook was the golden child in our small town .

 Like me , he was a senior in the Jeon Academy of Arts, majoring in dance and music while I majored in Englkish Lit., and Creative Writing.. He was also a successful Indie singer, the heir to his father's immensely succesful company . 

"You do know Jung kook is engaged to marry Sana?" Mrs. Jeon said loftily, looking down on me with evident distaste. 

Sana was the daughter of the Dean in our college. She was just one of those girls that you couldn’t help but like. She was beautiful, friendly and nice. Granted, she had her own clique of rich girlfriends and she seldom acknowledged the rest of us but she didn’t go out of her way to bully people either.

“ "I wish them the best. " I said lamely and mostly sincerely.

Jung Kook snorted and I felt myself turn red. 

Why was he such a jerk, really? And what had I been thinking?

"If this gets out, it could be a really bad thing for us and our family. Not to mention the emotional distress that would cause our daughter in law. So we've drawn up this NDA..."

"What?" I blinked.

"It's a non disclosure agreement. You sign this and agree that Jung Kook waives off all responsibilities as father. " Mr. Jeon said firmly.

Jung kook looked embarassed , not meeting my eyes and I just stared at him in disbelief. 

“I... what?” I said , surprised. 

" Ms. Lee , my son will pay, out of his own savings , for your confinement and your delivery. He will also support the kid till he or she turns 18. Any expenses incurred while raising the kid would have to be cataloged and recorded and sent to us at the end of each month so we can reimburse you for it. But , in return, you promise us that you do not reveal the baby's parentage to anyone. including your son or daughter."

The last bit made my fists clench. My father hadn't wanted to marry my mother. But he had at least wanted to love me. To know me.

I couldn't even bring myself to look at Jung Kook.

Mr. Jeon bowed gracefully.

"Of course, you don’t have to answer at once.. You can take a whole week to discuss it with your family. It's quite the offer, you know."

"She doesn't have a family." Mrs. Jeon smirked and I bit my lips.

Mr. Jeon frowned.

"What?"

"Her mother was an unmarried mother as well . She ran off with some man or the other and dumped Ms. Lee here with her philandering father. The man died a few years back. As they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." She scowled at me.

Jung kook made a noise of impatience and stepped forward. 

"Mother, that's enough. Da Som ssi... Please let me escort you to my car." Jung Kook materialized right next to me, fingers curving around my upper arm in a firm grip as he glared at his mother. 

I was too shocked from the blow of her words to resist, letting myself be lifted out of the chair and led down the corridor. I felt completely stunned , my mind short circuiting and we were half way across the parking lot before I came to my senses.

"i can take a cab." i choked out, yanking my hand away from his.

Jung Kook sighed.

"Don't be irrationally stubborn. I'll drop you off at the dorm. " He said gently. I stared at him, remembering the way he's brushed me off in front of his friends. That was less than a week ago.

"Don't act like you even care." I opened my mouth , ready to let loose when the smell of engine oil, pungent and intrusive crept up my senses.

 I felt my stomach clench, bile rising up in a sudden involuntary gush. i clamped a hand on my mouth, turning frantically before spotting the small restroom in the corner of the lot.

 it was a dungeon, hot , sweltering and not really clean but i rushed into the stall, vomiting the little bit of toast I'd swallowed for dinner. The morning sickness was by far the worst thing to happen to me.

 it left me drained and exhausted, my limbs weary and my muscles aching so badly that i wanted to curl on the dirty floor and sleep.

The knock on the stall made me jump.

"Are you okay, Da Som??" He whispered, voice urgent and mildly concerned and I wiped at my mouth with the sleeve of my sweater, feeling equal parts embarrassed and sick.

I pushed out of the stall and he looked genuinely worried, having somehow procured a small water bottle. He held it out to me.

"I keep water in my car. " He said softly and I took a gulp.

"thank you... If you could get me a cab , I'll..." i jumped a little when he took the bottle out of my hand turned on his heel, moving away to a shiny black car, probabaly very expensive,  a few feet away,

"this again! Come with me. I'll drop you off. We don't have to talk, if you don't want to." He opened the door of the car with a beep and I sighed in defeat.

"I don't want to talk." I said waspishly , letting him strap me down to the expensive leather seats, . He looked like he wanted to shout right back but he bit his lips and held it in.

"Fine."

A few minutes of silence later, Jung kook cleared his throat.

"What about Hoseok ssi ? " He said casually and I grimaced.

 Hoseok was a professor as well as a dance teacher in college and i knew he taught Jung Kook.

I didn't reply.

"Everyone in college thinks you both are an item. " He continued. "Am i even the father? You're not trying to foist off hyung's kid on me , are you?" He frowned suddenly.

I felt my blood run cold with fury.

"Why would I? If he was the father, I wouldn’t come anywhere near you and your pretentious family.. " I said softly.

Jung Kook clenched the steering hard.

"Can’t you stop with that attitude? I get that you hate me, but can you not consider my perspective?." He said.

“Why should I? I’m the one pregnant and poor.” i shot back. 

He rolled his eyes. 

 "Come on!  You're to blame for what happened that night as much as me. We were both too drunk to make an informed decision and i know that it isn't an ideal situation. But could you please not stare at me all the time like i'm scum?! it's not like I can drop my entire existence and marry you or something.!!" He growled.

I didn't want to open my mouth and bite his head off. it really wasn't even worth it, I thought.

"Like  I  want to marry you. Just drop it Jung Kook. I've already made up my mind. I'll sign the stupid NDA and you can go back to your ' life'. " I rolled my eyes.

He sighed .

"Look, I fucked up. i know ... Just... don't hate me without cause alright? I'll try to help in any way I can. Drop you off to your classes, carry your stuff , take you to the doctor appointments. Whatever. I'll take responsibility but I'm still my father's son. I can't just ... go against them or something.."

I'd had enough of the topic actually. I shifted a bit, freezing when a sudden unprovoked shaft of pain went shooting right up my spine.

"What? What's wrong?" He said quickly, one hand reaching out almost instinctively, palm open and hovering over my stomach. " Are you okay?"

I stared at his fingers, long and a little knobby, a simple silver ring on one of them.

"I'm fine.. Just hurry up. I'm cold." I muttered. He pulled his hand away and slowly swerved, moving the car to the slow lane and actually pulling over.

"what are you doing?" I said, confused. He snapped open his seat belt before shrugging out of his suit jacket. Before I could protest he draped it over my body, tucking the sleeves around my sides till i was drowning in warmth and male cologne. I almost pushed it away but it was like a little furnace, his body heat deliciously warm on my chilled arms and the scent very soothing. 

Which was a surprise in itself. I'd been feeling so turned off by smells of all kinds. I bit my lips and snuggled a bit more into the soft lining of the coat. Why the hell was it so warm. Damn this man to hell, really.

"I... Thank you. This feels nice." I said grudgingly.

Jung Kook smirked.

"You have to give it back though. It's like 3000$" He grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

"You can drop me off at the bus stop. i don't think it's good if we're seen together on campus." I said. He frowned again and I noticed ( again ) that he looked better frowning than smiling and that was just all kinds of wrong.

"Do you honestly believe that? That it's bad for you if you're seen with me?" He muttered , sounding vaguely hurt and I couldn't help the snort of disbelief.

"Are you serious right now? You've never even spoken to me before and if you start coming up to my dorm all of a sudden and then i turn up pregnant , they're going to link you to me. Which will completely defeat the purpose of the NDA your parents want me to sign..."

"Case in point. : My parents want that. I don't..."

I blinked.

"What ?"

"If I wasn't my father's son... I would do the right thing too. I mean...maybe not marry you but I'd do all the other stuff. I still want to."

"You want to help me through my pregnancy? You're serious?" I stared, completely thrown.

"why is that so hard to believe. Jesus Christ, you act like I murder puppies in my spare time or something. is it really that hard for you to accept that I'm a decent human being?" He growled.

I sighed.

"it's too late for this. Just drop me off .. somewhere and I'll talk to you when I'm not exhausted." I let my head fall back against the neck pillow.

"It's still a twenty minute drive away, your dorm. Take a nap, if you want. I'll turn down the music." He fumbled with the buttons on his stereo and I felt myself drowning a bit in confusion. Why was he being so nice?

Had I misjudged this man?

~~~~~~~~~

The next day. I found Jung kook leaning on the wall opposite my lecture hall, whistling and smiling at the passing students, exchanging hi-fives and winks with some of them. I hesitated, momentarily thrown by seeing him in the light of the day.

 In the confined darkness of the car he hadn't seemed so intimidating. But here, in the corridor, he looked devastatingly handsome and altogether out of my league. Swallowing , i tried to ignore the way his glance landed on me, pretending I hadn't noticed and moving to the entrance of the door.

"Da Som ssi!!"

I groaned.

Jung Kook sauntered over, hands in his pocket as he aimed a bright smile at me like a weapon of mass destruction. which it kind of was. Momentarily blinded by his teeth, I shook my head to clear it.

"uh.. yeah?"

Before he could reply , a familiar arm landed on my shoulder.

"Somie, did you finish typing up that report i asked you about..." Hoseok's voice was cheerful and loud as always and I tried to ignore the way the other students immediately started making faces.

But then, they were always making faces. i was used to it. 

 the thing about a small town is that everyone who has lived here has always lived here. and the children heard all the tales that the parents spun for them, and one of the favorite town stories had been the one about my mother. how she had lived in sin, carried a baby out of wedlock and then had run away with some other man. my mother was a man-crazy slut and by default, any daughter of hers should lean in that fashion, only. 

Many mothers warned their sons about me. Most girls stayed away , to avoid getting a bad reputation, by virtue of being in my company. Some of the boys thought it was a game. they made bets on who could get me into bed. Some others enjoyed acting like I had tried to chase them. They would tell elaborate tales of how I’d come onto them and how they had refused me. 

As if. 

But the most annoying ones were the ones who seemed sure that i was sleeping with Jung Hoseok. 

I wanted to snarl at all of them. 

Nothing inappropriate existed between me and Hoseok. 

He'd been my mother's best friend's son and somehow, over the years, the only person who had cared to actually stay in my life. He was just a weird combination of guardian/older brother. 

"Uh.. Jung Sunsengnim... I'll try to drop it off at your office."

"A report, Sunsengnim? What possible report could an English major have to write for the Arts department?" Jung kook butted in unceremoniously and Hoseok frowned.

"Kookie? Why are you here. You have an economics lecture that's right across campus... Kim Namjoon ssi is already on the way there. Don't miss your classes." He said sternly and Jung Kook glared but nodded.

"I'm only here to get my jacket back." He said coolly.

Silence.

For a second it seemed that everyone had heard. I felt my ears flame red.

"I'll drop it off later..." i hissed.

"When? After class? What's your last class?"

"Creative Writing.. Lecture Hall 5B ... Leave!!" I all but shouted and he smirked.

"I'll meet you outside lecture hall 5B then."

Once he left, Hoseok gave me a nice long stare.

"Care to explain?"

I groaned.

“He’s just being difficult. It’s nothing serious.” i lied swiftly . I didn’t really want to tell Hoseok that Jung Kook was the father. Hoseok was still very upset about my pregnancy . It would only make things worse if he knew that it was the star pupil in our college and someone who was already engaged. 

“I’ve told you about these rich types right? You have to ...” Hoseok began but it was a sort of recycled speech at this point. one i’d heard and mulled over a lot of times. 

“Be careful not to let them too close.” i repeated monotonously. “ i know, oppa. I’ll be fine.” 

“Okay. give him his jacket or whatever and I’ll take you home today. You want to crash at my place? I’ll make you dinner.” He smiled brightly.

I nodded swiftly. The thought of going back to my dorm wasn’t particularly appealing anyway.

~~~~~~~~~~

"I thought you'd run." Jung kook commented mildly, pushing off from the wall that he was leaning on. I’d just exited the lecture hall and i was a little surprised that he was already out here, waiting. 

 I noticed that he was wearing his usual stonewashed jeans and hoodie, sleeves rolled up to show veiny forearms. The backpack on his shoulder was Gucci, probably worth more than my entire existence. I sighed and dropped my test notes into the locker and grabbed my wallet and my messenger bag, slipping my phone into the bag before turning to him.

"If I could, i would. Unfortunately, ?i have nowhere to run to. It's either here or on the streets." I hadn't meant to unload on him and there was more than a little bitterness in my tone, but Jung Kook didn't pursue it, holding out a letter instead. I stared at it, frowning before taking it from him.

"what is this?"

"It's a letter from my family physician , exempting you from any mandatory , physically strenuous responsibilities. I heard that you volunteer at the gym and the tennis club , this will make sure you don't have to go there and you get to keep your credits too." He said swiftly. I stared at him, confused.

"Why are you doing this ?" I frowned.

He shrugged.

"It's still my baby." He said , voice going soft and i felt my heart skip a few beats. There was something oddly territorial in the way he stared at my flat stomach. i was barely six week along and it would at least be a couple of months before I would start showing.

 I couldn't think of any sensible reason to encourage this thing with Jung kook. He and I were just different on so many levels. And whatever skewed sense of responsibility was making him do this, i had to put an end to it.

"It doesn't have to be your concern, Jung Kook. I won't resent you for it either. We're both adults, here. Besides, I'm going to sign that contract your parents are drawing up, anyway. It should release you from all responsibility anyway." I said, locking up the combination lock and pocketing the keys, before starting down the hallway. I slipped the form into my bag anyway. Jung kook hurried to keep up with me, falling into step next to me while making a noise of impatience.

"About that...I was wondering.. could you maybe, not?" He said nervously.

I rolled my eyes.

"Not what?" I said confused.

"Not sign that contract.."

I stopped short and he walked right into me, hitting my back. It wasn’t intentional but he was built like a wall and i had always been a little too frail. 

the force of it ended up sending me sprawling to the floor. 

Jung kook flailed, trying to catch me but missed by an inch and i landed hard on the floor, the impact jarring me badly. I sat there, stunned and slightly winded while jung Kook looked like death, dropping to his knees next to me.

"Holy shit!! Fuck, i'm so sorry... Are you okay... Let me call an ambulance..." He grabbed his phone and i panicked.

"what.. don't! Are you insane? i just had a little fall!!" I hissed, trying to lever myself back up. My tailbone hurt a bit but otherwise, i felt fine.

"But you're pregnant! Pregnant ladies shouldn't fall!!" He shouted and I smiled before i could stop myself. 

"Jung kook, i'm fine..Stop, seriously.... Just..."

"Somie!!! What are you two upto now?" Hoseok's voice made me jump a little and i sighed in relief when I saw that he was already packed and ready, clearly done for the day.

 Next to me, jung Kook stiffened and moved a little closer, hands reaching out to grip my wrist.

"Tell him you're going home with me." He said suddenly.

I blinked.

"What?"

"I'll drop you off at your dormt. Tell him to leave." He hissed.

I stared back and forth between the pair of them, watching Hoseok stalk over across the long corridor , staring at Jung Kook very suspiciously.

"Jungkook what is wrong with you? " I stared at him, yanking my hand away from him. The touch of his fingers still lingered,

“You should be taking rest, not running around tiring yourself out. “ He said angrily and I felt my mouth drop open in mild surprise. 

“What are you even-”

“JungKook what are you doing?” Hoseok snapped and Jung Kook moved even closer, glaring defiantly. 

I sighed, too tired for games.

“I’ll be staying with Hoseok ssi, tonight.” I said bluntly.

jung Kook gaped at me . 

“What?”

“You heard me.  He is  someone very important to me. i don’t know what you’re trying to do, but this ends, now. Stop taking liberties with me.” i said angrily. 

Jung Kook frowned.

“that is my child you’re carrying. i would like to be sure that you aren’t putting him or her in danger.” 

Next to me, Hoseok let out a shocked sound. 

“Are you serious?” he glared fiercely at me and i groaned. But jung kook wasn’t done. 

“I want to think about my child. There are a lot of things that I’ve been thinking about. “ 

Hoseok gave me a look of deep disappointment and then turned to Jung kook.

“i appreciate you trying to do the right thing jung kook. But Dasom needs rest. I’ll make sure to take good care of her. And here, this is my home number.” He held a card out. “ You can call me at anytime and enquire about her whereabouts. i will call you if she needs anything , as well. “ Hoseok said reasonably. 

Jung kook looked unhappy but took the card nonetheless. 

“I don’t... i just... I want her to be safe...” He said softly. 

i stared at him, confused and annoyed and tired. 

“Leave,. jung kook. “ i whispered, before taking Hoseok’s hand and walking away. 

[the-raging-leftist]

On “The Liberal Agenda”

There isn’t one. We are very blunt about what we want. We simply want equality for all. There is no ulterior motive. That lies with conservatives.

My little sister is convinced I have boyfriend because “EVERYONE HAS ONE”. She then proceeds to say “Well except boys, because they can’t have boyfriends” I started trying to tell my sister that’s not the case. I don’t want her to grow up homophobic, especially because she might find out she’s not straight and end up hating herself. She’s six, but she’s already had her first kiss and it was with a girl. She didn’t initiate it, and it didn’t even last half a second, but if she ever kisses a girl again, I never want her to feel ashamed of it. The second I try to say “Well, actually” My mom cuts me off, tells my sister that she’s right, and gives me a look that makes me genuinely afraid. She’s never hit me before, but there have been a few moments when I thought she came close and if there was ever a moment that she WOULD hit me, it would be if I tried to continue. She’s the one who is pushing agenda.

I don’t know my sexuality. I explained that to my mother casually. I’m not in any rush to figure it out. The first time I told her, she said not to tell my father, because he would disown me, and if I ever bring a girl home to meet her, she will be very disappointed. She thought herself noble. She said “I would stick by you, I would choose you over him. But I’d be very disappointed” That didn’t make it better. Idk if she has selective amnesia or something, but I’ve brought it up maybe five times since that first one, and she acts just as shocked each time. She says “What do you mean you don’t know? That’s scary” My brother doesn’t know why I try. My mother recently mentioned that she thinks I just “WANT to be something other than straight” I’m not the one pushing anything. 

My mother knows I’m pro-choice. This next story makes me think that she starts fights on purpose. She told me she read a religious story on Facebook. She said she knows I don’t like those, but she wanted to tell me this one. I only half-listened, but apparently Tim Tebow was almost aborted. His mother was told that he’d be born deformed or something. They prayed, and he turned out fine. I was busy wondering why the hell my mom randomly decided to push her conservative christian views on me when we were just watching The Price Is Right, so I thought she said that the mother and/or the baby were in danger during the pregnancy and THATS why the doctors suggested abortion. So I said “well it would’ve been terrible if she hadn’t been so lucky” and I proceeded to say that it was her choice, but she might’ve been in more pain if the baby died rather than being aborted. My mom was disgusted by me. She thought it was terrible that I would ever support abortion. I told her “there’s a lot of reasons to get an abortion, and I don’t have the right to judge a single one of them. A woman should have the choice of what she wants to do with her body” My mom sounded like every white man I’ve ever seen in politics and told me that the women shouldn’t have gotten pregnant in the first place.She refused to let me speak after that.

Liberals want people to be treated equally. Conservatives want you to shut up while they wreck everything in their path

[paniccord-ff]

51.

Closing the dishwasher door “Roro, I hope you haven’t made a mess with toys” grabbing the towel from the side “it is so weird to see my daughter pregnant” my dad said, rolling my eyes at him “you keep saying this, do I look really big?” my parents have come here with Kyrie because I kept crying down the phone, I am so scared to give birth. I know I have like ten weeks left but I am just scared. My mom said she wants to be here for me so she came to support me “Kyrie, what I tell you about letting those dogs out? I told you and Royalty no and what you do? She is going day care and guess who is left here?” I have become so grumpy recently, I hate mess because then I am left cleaning “me?” he pointed at himself “yes, go and clean now and you” pointing at Royalty “come here” she smiled at me like I would let her get away with anything “dad can you take Roro to get her things? Just her backpack and shoes” I need to check if Chris is awake “sure, come on little lady” Royalty clapped running inside “Kyrie seriously, if you don’t clean I will tell Chris you hit the basketball on his car” Kyrie’ face dropped and soon ran to clean his things.

I know I mentioned to Chris about birthing classes, I mean if he doesn’t want to come then it’s fine but I will be so upset. My mom suggested it to help me, I am just so scared to push a whole baby out of me. I didn’t think I would be like this, I didn’t think I would have had a baby so this is a surprise. Either way Chris needs to wake up and take Royalty to day care while I go to the class on my own, I am even more upset with Chris that he is creating an album which means a tour and that means me alone, I am so not happy. The baby room is kind of done, it’s just in boxes in his room “Chris, wake up” picking his boxers from the floor “come on!” I spat, making my way to the bathroom “you better be awake when I get out of the bathroom!” I spat, I don’t know what he was doing last night but the bathroom was a mess of water. I think he had a bath I guess, I am not sure. Throwing his boxers in the hamper “Chris!” I shouted, “I’m awake!” he yelped back, I am glad he is.

Making my way to the bed “why was there a mess of water in the bathroom? I got my feet wet” I don’t want to grill him about it but I need to know “what you mean?” he moved onto his back “the bathroom, water was on the floor” I repeated myself “mhmmmm” he closed his eyes “I got a drink thrown at me” he slurred out “what? Why?” frowning down at Chris “haters, I don’t know. People hate me for being good, I had a bath and” his eyes fluttered open “I just got mad, I couldn’t lash out and some bitch threw it. My bodyguard was too late, I punched the wall behind the bathroom door. I was going to clean the mess but I came bed instead because I think I woke your dad up, I was pretty loud with the bang. My hand hurt and I couldn’t do it” feeling a hint of hurt for him “niggas are angry at me, I have my life together. I don’t fuck with Lo, Hood, restraining order on Nia, I don’t fuck with hood niggas” he counted on his fingers and then I noticed his hand “why didn’t you wake me? I told you that I don’t want you out late anymore. People are trying to trigger you by doing this, they hate that you are not being this bad guy. I am glad you lashed out here, you should have woken me up though. You’re learning not to show anybody how you feel, come on. Let’s look at your hand” I swear I am so stupid, I just don’t even think nothing of it.

Why didn’t I notice the wall, what is wrong with me. I feel so stupid, honestly “I can’t believe at times” I jumped at the fact Chris is right behind me, I thought he was in bed still “you know, that I have a woman like you Rylee. If that was any other woman they would have popped off on me, you never really do. I am just blessed babe” I cooed out “stop it, I will only beat yo ass if you cheat. You’re just misunderstood, you have built a persona that people love to see, that gangbanger that doesn’t see his daughter and pays for people to party. To drink lean, to be so high that you can’t think. They wanted to see you fail” why is my baby looking emotional “what’s wrong Chris? Did something else happen?” he placed his head on my shoulder “I am just hurting” he sobbed out “talk to me” placing my arm around his neck “people want to see me fail and they would have loved to see me on the floor dead” either he is not telling me the full story or it’s his time of the month “you want to tell me the full story? Don’t use my shoulder to cry on if you about to straight lie to me” Chris moved his head back.

We have gone weeks without trouble, honestly. Chris and I keep ourselves distant. I don’t like him out late because it’s like people want him to be bad “I told you someone threw a drink at me, it was one of Nia’ friends I think. Her pops is out of jail, seems like I have the Latin mafia after me. I don’t care but I get angry, people make me look stupid. It’s like I couldn’t do anything, I knew if I lashed out then I would be the bad guy. I had to think, it’s hard but I did it. I am still angry as shit, I be stressed as shit. I can’t even go out anymore, my mind be everywhere” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes “not at you, come here. Let me see your hand, I am just annoyed. People see you as a target all the time” walking to the bathroom sink, Chris lifted his hand. Lightly holding his hand “your knuckle looks very sore but does it hurt?” Chris shook his head “ok, you know I am going birthing class now?” looking up at him “yeah I know, I am coming” he remembered “but I thought you wouldn’t have?” Chris grinned at me “I know I said no but that don’t mean I wouldn’t have come, I know you scared. Shit, I am scared too but I will come” I feel so much better now.

Royalty is late for day care but I just wanted Chris ok “what do we do if we leave the house?” my dad questioned “then you don’t, just please stay indoors” my dad out here wanting to explore “did you wake up last night?” asking my dad “I did, I heard some walking around and banging doors. I just checked in the hallway and I could only assume it was Chris because the light looked on in your room” how can I be that asleep, I must have been tired “ok” I am annoyed I didn’t wake up “shall we go now?” Chris announced “good morning son” here my dad goes “calling Chris son don’t mean you can talk yourself into going out late again, tell him mom” walking off “Rylee, if your dad wants to come out and hang with me he can” pulling a face grabbing my handbag “mom, would you like to speak up” I know she has some words for him “I would baby but I love to see your dad looking all young” is my mom serious “thanks mom, the support was great” let me leave “come on trouble” holding my hand out to Royalty.

I am driving us because Chris’ hand hurts, I don’t know how he drove back last night. He wanted me to drive the Bentley but I am more comfortable with the Range even though I struggled to get my ass up on the seat, grabbing my phone sitting back in my seat. I didn’t even notice the missed calls from Maria, let me call her back. I just left my phone in my bag without checking, I should check because I know she is ready to give birth. Pressing my phone to my ear, smiling at Chris as he walked back to the car after dropping Royalty off “hello” oh this is not Maria “hi?” I am so confused, who is this “I am Maria mom, she said to answer your call. My daughter is having the baby, any minute now he will be here” I gasped “oh my god, can you text me the room please? I will come after a couple of hours, oh my god I am so excited for her. Thank you” Maria is having her baby.

Placing my phone down “who is it?” Chris asked “Maria is having the baby, we need to go and get her things” Chris pulled a face “I don’t need to go do I?” nodding my head “you are so right Chris, you do need to go” he groaned out “today we are spending lots of time together, just me and you” smiling wide at Chris, he sighed out smiling “see, look at that smile. You’re happy that you are” pressing my finger into his cheek as he moved over to me “and Peanut” Chris placed his hand on my stomach “Peanut is here too, he knows when you forget him” Chris is so dramatic “I don’t forget him Chris, he kicks me every night and makes sure I know he is there” no wonder I be tired “good boy, let your mom know who’s boss” pushing Chris’ hand away “I am the boss of you and him! You better stop before I call him Rodger” Chris thinks I am joking I will call him Rodger “I rather call him Peanut, why you playing for?” side eyeing Chris, I am the boss so he better accept that.

I wish there wasn’t any traffic, this is so annoying “why would you want to call it Rodger? That is so stupid” Chris won’t drop it now “uhmmm because it’s a lovely name, it’s like. Why did your mom call you Christopher? That is so stupid” giggling aloud looking over at Chris “you right, I should have been called big dick, big dick brown. You know that I should have been, my dick has been long from birth” rolling my eyes “long and thin, reminds me of a pencil” I wish this traffic would move “oh wow, but you’re the same person telling me to be slow. Oh Chris, oh daddy please calm down” licking my lips trying to supress my laugh “shut up, annoying ass. We do need to think of names though” I have no idea what to call him “we will, you know though Rylee. You’re like my best friend, besides Mijo. I have you and honestly, I couldn’t have asked for a better person in my life, I enjoy your company. Can I ask though? Like don’t take me real, but I am just asking” driving the car slowly in this traffic “proceed” stopping behind the car, might as well get comfortable.

“If I cheated on you what would your reaction be like?” my head snapped in his direction “you trying to tell me something Christopher?” Chris shook his head smiling “hand on heart, I would be so heartbroken. I would probably beat you with something and just leave, I wouldn’t want to know you ever again. I would for my child’ sake, I would stay in LA and I wouldn’t make a drama out of it if you can see him, you can see him still but me and you are done with. Seriously Chris I will go crazy on you, I would look such a fool and I would hate myself because I couldn’t keep you or make you happy” I think I would end up hurting him “wow, really? Bitches be plotting to make my life hell” I shrugged “for what? What do I gain? I gain nothing, I would gain my child’ sadness and that he wants his father but you and I would be so done, I wouldn’t ever go near you, for my son I would bite the bullet and stay in LA. I see it with Royalty and it is so wrong, the child just wants love, not a broken home and I just don’t get it” feeling Chris’ arms around my shoulders “I would never cheat, I am so blessed with you. I love you” I cooed out smiling, I know he wouldn’t cheat just on how close he is with me.

I am not feeling this at all, the fuck do I do here. Birthing classes for what, I feel so lost right now. Banging the car door shut, I am spending some quality time with Rylee today. I am just going to stay away from people after that drink got thrown at me, I just need to keep clean and stay with my baby “is this place full of hormonal women?” pulling my hoodie down “uhhh I think so, I am not sure Chris. This is the first time, thank you for coming. I thought you wouldn’t have come with me, I just need the support, I need you more than ever with this. I am so damn scared” placing my arm around Rylee “I got you babe, trust me. I will do what I can for you” I know she is scared but I am scared also “thank you Chris, hold my water for me” she held out her bottle to me, moving my arm from around her and taking the bottle “be good you, don’t be stupid either” Rylee knows me, I am about to be laughing at this whole thing.

Licking my top lip seeing a room full of women cradling swollen stomach’s, I am so glad I came because these women have their men with them besides two. The class became ever so quiet, this is awkward “come” Rylee grabbed my hand and pulled me along to the single mat free towards the front of the class, we would be in the front. It is right next to a black couple, but these look like those posh black couples that think they white, we got another snobbish looking red-head resting on her husband, who was sitting behind her patiently supporting her back. I have no idea what to do with myself, I groaned out as I saw how close the mat was to the instructor, a middle-aged white woman. “come on in, come in! Have a seat, don't be shy!” the instructor gestured.

I smiled weakly, sitting down on the mat with my legs spread, I patted the mat in between me. I am just imitating what these are doing, I am so ready to be stupid. Rylee slowly sat down between my legs and gave me a look, resting her back against me. Placing my arms around Rylee “wear leggings more” I said into her ear, she nudged me away with a smile playing on her face. Pressing a kiss to her cheek “ok lovebirds, let’s get this class started” I didn’t know they was waiting for us “Welcome, parents to be! To the amazing miracle that is childbirth” the instructor announced, I wouldn’t say childbirth is amazing. Placing my hand on Rylee’ arm “my name is Molly, and I'm going to be guiding you through the next five classes in giving birth to your baby in a perfectly natural style” The instructor moved to stand directly in front of us, looking up at her “In these classes I am going to guide you through building confidence in yourself as an expectant mother to give birth to your little miracle, and how to cope with the pain in order to ensure you are comfortable while promoting your labour!” furrowing my eyebrows leaning forward to Rylee’ ear “why she acting like this shit is so calm?” I hissed “stop it” Rylee said in a whisper.

“First, let us begin with some breathing exercises. Ladies, prop yourselves up against your husbands or husbands to be! Make yourselves comfortable. Ensure that your back is straight, and give your diaphragm room to expand” licking my lips, Rylee can just twerk her ass on my crotch. There were loud shuffling sounds echoing around the room as numerous couple’s maneuverer themselves to get comfortable. I think I will get hard if Rylee keeps moving like this “Take a long deep breath through your nose” the instructor said while walking up and down between the couples. Looking around me, I feel like I am in the twilight zone “why do men need to breathe too? We ain’t giving birth” I don’t care, I will say it “it’s called support, your partner needs you. What she feels, you will feel too, when you created a baby together you created a bond” that is true, she sure shut my mouth up.

I still feel stupid, I am not breathing because I can breathe. These niggas in this room are dumb as fuck, shaking my head. Looking to the side of me seeing the snobbish-looking white woman scowling at us, a look that I definitely did not like “can you not be so negative?” the woman demanded “It's hard for me to concentrate on my breathing” is she real, I know she ain’t like us from the start “You're worried about breathing?” I chuckled loudly, turning towards the woman “Chris!” Rylee glared at me, I was so close to telling her to fuck off but I will stop “Be realistic. Once you're in the labour room bearing down to push a watermelon out of a hole the size of a pea no amount of breathing will help. And next time you want to call my man negative you come to me, thanks!” smiling at the back of Rylee’ head, she is really always there for me “can we remove these people?” is this bitch real “too ghetto for you huh?” I said “you ain’t say shit to the black dude at the side of me but you ain’t like us? We ain’t going anywhere” I spat “the only thing negative was how her man was looking at me” Rylee blurted out “huh?” did I hear right “nothing, be quiet now, just stop” glaring at the dude, the white dude just swallowed mad hard “please for me, just don’t say and do anything. For me” Let me just be good.

[photolover82]

The Masked Singer Season 3 Episode 15: The Semi-Finals (Commentary & Guesses/Clues)

Hello fellow Masked Singer lovers! It’s that time of the week aka Ana’s Masked Singer recap time, my favorite time of the week especially now during quarantine. Wow, we are now at the semi-finals with only 4 contestants left, I can’t believe it, we are almost to the end of these recaps & I am not gonna lie, I am a bit sad about it. Anyways, again, we will be honoring the judges with some trophy emojis because they are getting there and I am kind of shook, but this time I am also gonna give the judge with the worst guess ever a poop emoji because it was a horrible guess. This segment is called “Panel Spotlight.” Ok, so having said that, let’s get started! (Disclaimer: Spoilers ahead, proceed with caution.. don’t say I didn’t warn you)

Alright, to begin, we have the masked contestant who came in 4th place which was: 

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*

THE RHINO 

Alright, am I surprised? Nope, not at all. Am I a bit upset? Yup, a little bit, but again I saw this coming so not that surprising. However, if it were up to me, he would’ve left after Frog, but I digress, I don’t control these things. Anyways, about his performance of Humble and Kind by Tim McGraw, it was one of his best performances I feel. No, it wasn’t super performance/dance heavy but it was really strong in terms of vocals & he played the guitar which was amazing. No, he wasn’t the strongest, but I also don’t feel like he was the weakest. 

Anyways, the Rhino was revealed to be... 

BARRY ZITO 

Yay another one that I figured out woo hoo!! I am not a baseball fan myself (not a sports fan in general haha), but my dad is & through some Internet research I kinda figured it out (also thanks to CinemaBlend’s clues & theories... the guy who hosts it knows a ton more about sports than me especially with how the clues match up). Anyway having said that let’s look at the most recent set of clues & how they match up to Mr. Zito:

In the clue package, he was talking about a monumental event that happened recently, which was the birth of his 3rd baby boy a few days before the performance. 

#9 in toothpicks= he was 9th pick in the 1999 MLB draft 

For the after performance clue, it was called the “closer look clue” where the clues were on the contestants & they had to go very close to the judges for those clues to be seen. Rhino’s was a baby elephant pin which again alludes to his baby. 

Now time for the PANEL SPOTLIGHT:

Alright so yay we are giving 2 🏆 to two panelists, Jenny McCarthy (not surprised) and Ken Jeong (very surprised). Also, never thought I’d say this, but Ken nailed it with saying he appeared in JAG season 9 episode 9 (even though that’s not what the 9 meant but whatever let’s give the man some credit for once in the season) 

However, the worst guess aka the 💩 was the guest judge, comedian/former SNL cast member Jay Pharaoh, who guessed freaking Blake Shelton. His legit logic was um idk any country stars but I do know Blake and he’s tall so yup that’ll work. Terrible logic if you ask me. 

Alright, we finally have our 3 finalists going into next week’s finale. To honor the finale, I am going to put them in reverse order as to where I think each of them will be placed (and no it’s not based on how much I like them, it’s more objective with a dash of subjectivity... you’ll see.. I’ll explain as I go): 

3rd Place: Night Angel aka Kandi Burruss    

(Side Note: These guesses are so obvious that they are making side to side pictures of them when you search the contestants on Google Images... These photos are not mine, I didn’t make this, it was already made, so even the media is catching on) 

So, as for why I put her in 3rd place, I feel like she’s good and all but Frog gets hyped up way more than she does for some reason so he might go farther than she does in terms of placing. If it were up to me, she would’ve been runner-up, but objectively Frog is probably going to be placed higher because he’s an audience favorite. 

As for her performance, she sang How to Love by Lil Wayne (aka Robot) and honestly it was one of her best performances. It was her most energetic by far and it was very memorable that she took a risk by performing a song that is way out of her typical bubble (aka vocally challenging songs by strong female singers) so I commend her for that. However, I wasn’t wowed with her performance as much as like Jenny was (she hyped her up way too much like damn). 

As for clues, here’s what I got: 

In the clue package, she mentioned someone she lost, calling them a guardian angel. Kandi lost her brother Patrick when she was 15 in a car accident, so that’s who she’s referring to since she has stated that he is her guardian angel. 

Her closer look clue= a moon pin = featured in Rashida’s song from 2012 “Legs to the Moon” 

Now time for the PANEL SPOTLIGHT:

Alright so yay we are giving the 🏆 to her hype beast, Jenny McCarthy who has guessed her for a while but I am still going to give it to her because she kept insisting.  

However, the worst guess aka the 💩 goes to Ken (unsurprisingly) who guessed Ciara (even though that would be cool for her to be on a future season) who is (or was when the show was being filmed idk) pregnant & Night Angel isn’t pregnant as you can tell by the above photo. So, ya that’s a no on that Ken, but hey at least you got Barry Zito. 

2nd Place: Frog aka Bow Wow 

Alright, so pretty much I put him at 2nd place because the dude gets a ton of hype on the show, but he’s not my favorite by any means so no way in hell am I putting him in 1st place even though he might win sadly (I genuinely don’t think he should win, but whatever... it is what it is) 

As for his performance, he sang Naughty by Nature’s Hip Hop Hooray and ughhhhh this again... I’m sorry I sound like such a hater, and if you like the frog, I’m so happy for you, but like he keeps doing the same thing over & over again, it’s starting to get annoying. He keeps performing such similar songs every time & he isn’t a strong singer/rapper, so I personally feel like he should have left ages ago and he is way overhyped on that show. 

As for clues, here’s what I got:

In the clue package, he was playing basketball with the Men in Black & also got strike by lightening= he starred in a basketball movie called Like Mike where his sneakers got strike by lightening & he gained Michael Jordan’s skills

1000 on an album= he was on the Millennium tour 

Her closer look clue= mom pin= mom upside down is wow like bow wow get it? & also he is very close to his mom, she was his manager when he started his career as a kid

Now time for the PANEL SPOTLIGHT:

Alright so yay we are giving the 🏆 to Robin Thicke & guest judge Jay Pharaoh (who took me on a rollercoaster ride with his explanation) for guessing Bow Wow (Robin is persistent & did that mom upside down is wow thing so I gotta give him points for that) 

However, the worst guess aka the 💩 goes to Jenny (yup I said it) who said Chance the Rapper, which like what? Seriously? What clue made you think that? 

1st Place/Predicted Winner of Golden Mask: Turtle aka Jesse McCartney 

Ok, ok here comes me being a bit subjective here... yes I have a soft spot for the Turtle/Jesse McCartney, but I have literal reasons why I think he should win that aren’t “I am just in love with him & he gives me the feels,” I swear they’re legit. First, he has an amazing voice, falsetto on point man. Next, he can stand toe to toe with the Frog because the dude can dance. He just has the whole package while Frog can only dance. Can Frog hit those beautiful falsetto/high notes? I don’t think so... mic drop, case closed, Turtle’s winning! (I predicted Fox last season, and I feel good about this one) 

As for his performance, he sang Jealous by Nick Jonas and it was full of falsetto (how many times can I say that word without sounding snobby?). I freaking loved it, it was fun, energetic, and dare I say sexy... yes, I just called a guy in a Turtle costume sexy, I am embarrassed for myself as well. 

As for clues, here’s what I got:

In the clue package, he spoke about his love for Robin Thicke, apparently he is a Robin super fan = well Mr. Jesse McCartney did cover Robin’s song, The Stupid Things on his Beautiful Soul album in 2004.

Back street sign= he did tour with the Backstreet Boys in 2005 & 2013, but he isn’t a member of the boyband (we will get into that in a second)  

His closer look clue= a big diamond ring on “that finger” = he got engaged to his girlfriend, Katie Peterson, on September 2019 

Now time for the PANEL SPOTLIGHT:

Alright no  🏆 for the panel because everybody was way off, and I am annoyed at how way off they were because they kept getting caught up with the whole Backstreet Boys clue. 

However, the worst guess aka the 💩 goes to Nichole, because even though she guessed a Backstreet Boy like everyone else (her guess was Nick Carter), the fact that she guessed Jesse last week & then changed her answer irritated the living hell out of me... like girl you were right for a split second & now you are so wrong. 

Anyways, that's it for my second to last recap (damn, I can’t believe it). Stay tuned for next week because we have not 1, but 3 reveals that we will be talking about so no more guessing, just commentary... I am very excited for the finale. Do you agree with my predictions? Let me know in the comments. See you guys next week for the last time (until fall because season 4 starts around then).