#worst case scenario byeeee

[tchaikovskaya]

Now we’re gonna see like 9/11 aftermath levels of “coming together” messaging from even the most left wing figures of the democratic party 🙄

[idkanametoputhere]

hiya!

may i request the howswardens with an s/o who has suffered an accident and has been in a coma, and how they react when the s/o first awakens?

bonus if the first thing s/o says when they come back is the housewardens' name...

feel free to ignore if this makes u uncomfy, love ur works byeeee

first of all, hi, hello. secondly, thank uuu<3 and thirdly OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA THIS IS DEFINETLY MY CUP OF TEA SO, AHEM

future mid: I'm sorry but I didn't add idia or malleus, the latter cause I don't have any idea on how to write him and the former just cause I'm lazy (and he's the second most difficult to write out of the housewardens)

type: little angst/comfort(?)

pronouns: they/them

characters: housewardens (minus idia and malleus)

tw: being in a coma, probably a long ass post

masterlist&lt;3

riddle rosehearts

riddle was distraught when he found out his significant other was in a coma. and it was obvious

one second he was extremely strict with the rules, even worse than how he was before overblotting, going as far as to take someone's head for things that weren't even rules

the next second he was careless, indifferent, distant. the sadness was evident on his face and as much as he tried to put on a face that said that he was not affected, he was. oh trust me, he was

he wished he could visit his partner and stay by their side, but he was busy. being a housewarden and a model student came with a lot of work, so he had to settle for just visiting them once a day, or once every two days

he always asked the nurse about his partner's condition, he wanted -no scratch that- he needed to know how his partner was

he was so worried, the poor guy could not take his mind off his partner for a single second

and then a miracle happened, they woke up

he wasn't there when it happened, no

he and the rest of his dorm were holding an unbirthday party, as much as he didn't feel like doing that tradition is tradition

and then some random student came in, running through the gardens of heartslabyul and managing to irritate the housewarden with his rude interruption

"housewarden rosehearts!" said the student, bowing at the second year. "the nurse is asking to see you, they said it's urgent"

that sentence was enough for the guy to almost drop his teacup. riddle stood up and politely excused himself, leaving trey to be in charge of the party as he almost ran to the nurse's office. worry was bubbling inside of him. I mean, what if something happened to his beloved?

"excuse me" he said as he reached the nurse's office "you called for me" he asked, unable to mask his worry

"rosehearts! yes I did"

"they woke up and first thing they did was call out for you"

huh?

the boy was so shocked and so filled with emotions that he didn't even realize when the nurse led him to the bed of his significant other. and there they were, sitting up and drinking some water

"riddle!" was what snapped him out of his trance, a voice he hadn't heard in a while calling out to him. he said their name, still shocked as he sat down to a chair next to the bed and gently touched their arm, as if putting the slightest bit of pressure on them would put them back to sleep

but they hugged him, forcefully dragging him off the chair. and it was all too much, the poor boy started crying, small sobs escaping from his mouth. "please, tell me you are okay" he said as he held his partner, loving the feeling of an embrace that he would never take for granted ever again

leona kingcholar

it wasn't uncommon for the housewarden of savannaclaw to be staying in and not going to class, I mean c'mon, everyone knows that ruggie is the one running around doing any job that is asked of him

but what was uncommon was for him to be laying awake in bed, not sleeping just laying

if he slept he saw nightmares, his partner in a comma flat-lining, their heart not beating anymore. if he was awake he was worried, his mind running off to the worst case scenario

the nightmares were so realistic. many nights he woke up in cold sweat, panicking and his heart beating so fast it could break, not from love but from fear

before the accident he would find comfort in his lovers arms, cuddling with eachother as their worries faded into the air that was full of love

that feeling, that's the one he was afraid of losing

he tried to visit, he couldn't always visit but he tried to. he didn't stay for long though. he tried to but he just couldn't. the images from his nightmares were flooding his mind, making him unable to see his lover on their bed, or according to his dreams, their deathbed

and then one day, just as the nightmares startent intruding into his mind, just as he was about to leave, he heard some shuffling

once, twice, his partner moved three times before opening their eyes, the ones that looked at him with so much love

they blinked once, twice and then

"leona?"

that's the once he had missed so much. the one that would shoot playful remarks at him during the day, and sing heartfelt praises to him at night

but they hadnt seen him

they hadn't turned their head, they were just calling out to him

oh he was so relieved. he headed straight to his partner and hugged them, resting his chin on their shoulders as they were embracing one another

don't blame him though, he thought he lost one of the only people who seemed to find him important. he was never going to feel that fear of them leaving again

azul ashengrotto

azul was scared

his lover, his partner, the one accepted him and loved him in coma?

he was not good mentally. overworking himself as mich as his mind and body could handle, getting annoyed at any minor mistake the employees of monstro lounge made, locking himself in the VIP room and doing paperwork so much that environmentalists came for his ass for using so much paper

he was not doing so well

and his mental health was so bad that it even affected the leech twins, one constantly complaining about how irritable and "not fun" he was, while the other seeing it as inconvenient

he didn't visit his partner, he wanted to but he was scared. scared that one day he'd walk in the room and see his lover dead, their face way paler than it's usual colour, their chest now still, no air going in their lungs

and one day there's a knock on his VIP room, the vice of octavenille walking in. Azul was annoyed, he wanted no interruption from his work

jade took a second to look at his housewarden, dark circles underneath his eyes, which were red from the lack of sleep, his posture bad from how bad his limps hurt

and then he heard the news. apparently his significant other was awake. he stormed out of the lounge the second he heard that, not believing until he actually saw it

and when he arrived the nurse wasn't there, only the assistant being there. they pointed at a chair for him to sit at as they told him to wait for their partner's check up to be finished

"you know, they asked about you the second they woke up" spoke the assistant as they looked between a computer screen and a notebook they were writing in

"excuse me?"

"yeah, they opened their eyes and as we rushed in to check up on them they asked were you were"

the boy was shocked

did you really think so highly of him that your first instict upon waking up was calling him? was he really that worthy?

and then his trail of thought was cut short by the nurse stepping in and telling him he can go visit his beloved

and we'll, you can imagine how that ended up. lets just say there was a lot of tears and meaningful, long lasting embraces

kalim al-asim

POOR KALIM

the sweet boy was heartbroken. his tears flowed like a river at anything and everything that reminded him of his beloved sunshine

during the day he spent as much time as he could by his partner's side, until jamil pulled him off of that god forsaken chair next by the bed of the comatosed person

at some nights, whenever he managed not to get noticed by the vice housewarden, he snuck out and went on long carpet rides, just like he used to do with his partner

he was horrified

the mere thought of his partner never waking up again petrified him, making cold sweat run down his forehead and tears blur his vision

but one day, as jamil was at basketball club practice, when he was supposed to be practicing with his club, he had skipped to be with his partner

his eyes were closed but puffy from all the tears, his hand on his partner's bed as he sat on the chair he had grown oh-so familiar with, the slumber caused by the exhaustion of the crying he did

"..lim?"

"kalim?"

at first he thought it was jamil, or maybe the nurse that was waking him up. but hold up. he knew that soft voice. it was raspier than normal, but that was definetly the voice he knew and loved

so when he opened his ruby eyes just to see his partner staring back at him, awake? he was crying, someone had opened the faucet of the tears of joy and relief

that day he didn't let his partner go until he was forcefully pulled away from them. after that he spoiled them rotten, making up for all th gifts he couldn't give to them

vil schoenheit

another one who filled his schedule to the brim

acting offers? accepted

they want him on a commercial? he's getting ready

he has to fly out for something? he has already packed his suitcase

at first glance he seems unaffected. he just happens to coincidentally be way busier nowadays. but you know, normal actor stuff

of course that didn't fool the vice housewarden of pomefiore, who was growing more and more worried about his gorgeous housewarden even day. he'll even vil's manager was worried

and vil was barely even seen at campus anymore, too busy with his career

he didn't visit. he couldn't bring himself to do it. so he put up that "unaffected" facade, but everyone could notice his smile faltering for a second when he was asked about his lover

and then, during a photoshoot he gets a call from rook, the latter telling him that his partner had woken up and was looking for him

he didn't care about anything else. he dropped whatever he was doing and got back to nrc as quickly as he could

when he arrived back and found his partner he hugged them tightly, he didn't say anything nor did he cry, but his embrace was strong enough to let his lover know that he never wanted either of them to go through that ever again

a/n: I got a tinyyyy bit carried away lol

[ahgasescenarios]

In His Arms

A/N: Don't mind the caption on the gif. This is my first scenario for NCT127 I hope you guys enjoy! I decided to make the first one about my bias, but feel free to request other members as well. Thank you for reading:)

Word count: 1158

Genre: fluff/sad

Plot summary: After an awful day, you decide to go out for a drink. When your boyfriend Winwin finds you drunk, you find yourself feeling insecure to be dating such an amazing guy.

  It was one of those days where nothing seemed to act in your favor.  You had woken up late and your manager sure didn't appreciate tardiness. You hadn't had time to eat anything so you had to practice for hours on end with no fuel in your body. Let's just say your concentration wasn't at its peak. Your head was elsewhere and you made more mistakes than usual, which your instructor picked up on.

"(Y/N) if you're not focused, you can just give up now. You seem to do a lot of that lately."

You apologized and resumed the choreography. Your lack of food and sleep prevented you from getting it right. You tried your best regardless, but it wasn't good enough. At least not for your instructor.

After hours of practicing, you were nowhere near done perfecting the choreography.

"You're not going to debut with that lack of motivation, sweetheart."

Disappointing people had always made you feel awful so you promised to do better and hurried along. You let out a sigh, relieved that you were finally done with practice.

"(Y/N)! Where do you think you're going? You have singing lessons in 10!"

You turned around to be met with the panicked face of your manager. You sighed once again and made your way to the said class.

A few hours later, you were exhausted both mentally and physically. Your day had been one of the worst yet and you just wanted to relax for a few hours. You owed yourself that much after such a day.

You paced back to your dorm, determined to go out tonight. Going alone wouldn't be as much fun so you dialed some friends of yours. Unfortunately, all of them were busy. It was usually the case, being trainees or idols. You weren't going to let that discourage you though, you could just as well go alone. You figured you needed a night to yourself anyway. Your boyfriend wasn't too keen on the idea of you drinking which is why you didn't invite him to come along.

You fixed yourself to look decent and headed downtown. You decided to call your boyfriend in case you were too drunk to head home.

"Yes?"

"Winwin, hi! Uh, I was just heading downtown for a drink or two and I just wanted to let you know if ever I'm not fit to hail a cab or whatever."

"Why do you even want to drink?"

"Oops, my connection is bad here sorry, gotta go. Thanks!"

You sighed in relief of having dodged your boyfriend's worry. You hated him worrying about you. You knew all too well that you were head over heels in love with the boy. You just loved how his eyes lit up each time he spoke of his hometown or how wide his smile got when you took interest in him. It warmed your heart, making you realize how infatuated you were with him. He was too precious for this world, you wanted to protect him from harm more than anything. Seeing him happy was all it took to make you happy in return.

A local bar caught your attention. It seemed homey and the exterior was inviting. The interior was just as welcoming, the clean decor making you feel at ease. Taking a seat at the bar, you asked the bartender for some whiskey on the rocks. You downed your first drink, replaying the day's events in your head. The training had you so stressed out and you constantly felt like you weren't good enough. You worked really hard, but that never seemed to cut it.

You shook your head, chugging the second one. The room started spinning a bit at this point, but you ordered another one nonetheless.

"It's my last one, promise." You giggled at the bartender while he merely shrugged his head in disapproval.

As you were sipping your third whiskey, a ringing sound made its way to your ears. You looked around in confusion before realizing it was coming from your purse.

"Hellooo?"

"(Y/N), where are you? I'm coming to get you."

"Uhhhhh I don't know the name of the bar, it's in Gangnam somewhere- wait why am I telling you this? Byeeee now."

You hung up with a giddy grin stuck on your face. Leaving some money on the counter, you stumbled your way out of the restaurant for some fresh air. You saw a silhouette get out of a taxi and head towards you at a fast pace. Recognizing your boyfriend, your eyes lit up.

"Winwin!"

Your head started spinning really fast and you suddenly felt tired. Winwin realized what was happening and caught you as you lost consciousness.

  You opened your eyes half-heartedly, already feeling bad from all the drinking. You sat up only to be found with Winwin's worried eyes. He looked tense and tired, probably from looking after you. You felt guilty seeing this beautiful man before you suffer by your fault. Your face fell as realization washed over you.

"I'm so sorry, I never meant to worry you. I just had a really bad day, but that's still no excuse I-"

He shushed you, running his fingers through your hair.

"It's okay."

You felt your eyes begin to water and in no time you found yourself sobbing into Winwin's chest. It pained him to see you like this. You distanced yourself from him as you felt nausea suddenly come over you. You ran to the bathroom, emptying your stomach of the poison. Your hair was held back by Winwin's slender fingers as he patted your back with the other hand. Tears rolled down your cheeks once again as you sat down on the cold floor.

"Why are you so good to me? I don't deserve you."

Winwin's mouth fell in shock.

"Why did you choose me? You could have any girl you wanted, Winwin. Prettier, smarter girls. I'm sure they'd make you way happier."

He pulled you to his chest.

"Don't ever say that again. I love you, I don't care about other girls, okay? You're my everything, (Y/N) and you have no idea how much it hurts me to hear you say such things about yourself. You're everything I could ever ask for and you make me the happiest guy alive. Baby, you have no reason to be insecure. You're kind, generous, always looking out for everyone. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, I wouldn't trade you for anything."

A smile spread across your face, eyes still filled with tears. Except these were tears of joy.

"I'm so lucky to have you. I love you too."

He stood up, gesturing for you to take his hand. He led you to the bedroom and laid down next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist as you reveled in the delight of being in his arms. You closed your eyes and grinned as sleep found the both of you.

[lindseyluvsdrag]

Knocked Up Ch. 4

In case you missed it: Chapters 1, 2, 3

Violet returned home from meeting Matt and instantly spilled all of the tea to her best friend.

“He’s trying to live on $500?” Naomi asked, nose wrinkled as she attempted to process the thought. “My panties cost $500.”

“I know right! But he says he’ll get a job before he runs out of money.”

“And you think that’s realistic?”

“Not at all,” Violet admitted. “Hopefully he fails miserably and goes back to LA.”

Naomi gasped. “Viiii!”

The woman laughed. “Whatttt? He’s so gross like I can’t believe that his penis was in my vagina! I’m so disappointed in my vag. I thought she had better taste in meat.” Violet leaned over as if she was speaking to her groin. “You should have rejected that low rent beef stick the minute that it passed your lips. Make better choices, damn it!”

Her friend was laughing so hard that she coughed and wheezed as she fell back onto the couch.

“All jokes aside-”

“So all Matthews aside.”

The women cackled until they were both breathless.

“God, I hope this kid comes out looking like me.”

“What if it doesn’t? And what if it comes out demanding baggy cargo pants?”

Violet screamed. “I’d die!”

“Cargo pants and converseeee,” she teased in a ghoulish tone as she curled her fingers.

The pregnant woman plopped her friend with a throw pillow. “If he comes out demanding those forbidden things, I’ll leave him on your doorstep.”

“Aww! I’d accept him and his baby cargos. It’d be cuteeee.”

Violet scowled. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

Naomi laughed. “It’s getting late anyway.” She gave the woman a dramatic kiss on the head which Violet swiftly rubbed off. “I love youuuu.”

“I’m upset right now, please leave a message.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow at work. Afterwards we can go shopping.”

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“I told Matt I’d let him take me to dinner. ‘Why?’ you may ask? I don’t even fucking know.”

“Aw, well it’d be good for you to get to know him. Important things like his birthday and last name.”

Violet rolled her eyes. “I’d rather wear Payless heels.”

“Ooo, that’s serious.”

The woman nodded.

“Alright, boo. I’m out, take care of yourself.”

“Byeeee.”

The friends gave each other air kisses before Naomi retrieved her shoes and exited, leaving Violet to clean her home to her heart’s content. Afterwards, the woman showered and when she caught a glimpse of her reflection as she patted herself dry, she wrinkled her nose. Violet attempted to suck in her stomach but the small pooch wouldn’t budge. “It looks like I need to take a shit,” she grumbled. “You better be worth it, little boy.”

—

The second that work was over, Violet contemplated tossing her phone into the toilet just so that she didn’t have to take any of Matt’s calls but when the man left her the fifth voicemail, she couldn’t take it anymore and finally answered.

“Hello?” she huffed into the phone.

“Hey!” Matt replied​. “I don’t think my shitty phone was getting through to you. I called like ten times with no response.”

“Hmm, I wonder why?”

“No idea. But now that I have you on the phone, what’s up? We still on for dinner?”

“Umm… I-”

“There’s this nice looking place on fifth called Balaboosta.”

Fuck! she screamed internally. I love Balaboosta. The woman pouted. And I am pretty hungry. “Okay,” she said reluctantly​.

“Yeah?!” he said excitedly​. “Okay, see you soon.”

“Bye,” she groaned before hanging up. “Why do I have to be so weak for fooddddd?!”

—

By the time Violet arrived at the chic Mediterranean style restaurant, Matt was already seated and waved her over.

“Do it for the food, do it for the fooddd,” she continuously​ whispered to herself when she saw the man’s wrinkled Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt paired with what was quickly becoming her worst nightmare: cargo pants.

The man stood to greet her and when he leaned in for a hug, she palmed his face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Trying to say hello,” he replied, his hot breath steaming her hand.

Violet gagged as she snatched away. “Eww!”

“Your hand tastes​ like lotion.”

“Ughh!” she groaned out as she rushed to the bathroom. For a full two whole minutes, Violet scrubbed her hands with soap and hot water prior to topping that off with medical grade hand sanitizer. When she returned to the table area, Matt swiftly​ apologized.

She didn’t respond as she sat down and picked up her menu. Matt followed her lead and did the same, but when he saw the prices of each items, the man nearly fainted. He fluttered and closed his eyes before opening them again​ just to make sure that his vision wasn't​ failing him.

$28 for a piece of salmon?! he shouted internally. $35 for ribs?! Fuckkkk, this is robbery!

The waitress approached the table with a pen and notepad. “Hi, are we ready to order?”

“Yes,” Violet said. “I’ll have the lamb cardamom pappardelle with extra almonds and sauteed kale on the side.”

Matt quickly did the math and the woman’s order alone came to $55. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand.

“And for you, Sir?”

The man cleared his throat. “Um, I’ll have water and a slice of lemon, please.”

“And?”

“That’s it.”

Violet scowled. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“This shit costs an arm and a leg! Water is free so I’ll take that.”

The waitress tried to hide her judgements but her face said it all and Violet was extremely embarrassed. It gave the woman even more drive to send the man back to the west coast. “Well, you agreed to pay for dinner so I’m going to hold you to it.”

“I’m a man of my word.”

“I’d also like some fried olives and the hazelnut chocolate mousse for dessert,” Violet added just in hopes that it’d break the man’s bank. He’ll have no choice but to get out of town, she thought.

Matt’s face fell. An additional $21.

The pregnant woman smiled at the man. “Is that okay with you?”

“Perfectly okay,” he said through a clenched jaw.

“Good,” she chirped as she returned the menus to the waitress.

When their food arrived, Matt ate vicariously through Violet; watching the woman chew as he tried to squeeze as much flavor as he could out of his lemon slice.

“How’s your water?” she taunted.

“Refreshing. How’s your…that weird stuff?”

“It’s not weird, it’s pasta. And it’s delicious. I’d offer you a bite but I refuse to eat for three.”

Matt gasped at the thought. “What if you had twins?”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Whatttt? It’d be cool! I could have one twin and you could have the other. We’d raise them on opposite sides of the country and they’ll know nothing about each other until they go to summer camp and discover everything before switching places and attempting​ to get us back together.”

“The Parent Trap, huh?”

“What’s The Parent Trap? I just came up with that entire scenario on my own,” he joked but Violet wasn’t amused.

“Well, there are a few errors in your plot. The biggest one being that you think we could get back together when we were never together in the first place.”

Matt bashfully shrugged. “I mean, we co-”

Before the man even finished his sentence, Violet interjected. “Please stop, my gag reflexes are really sensitive these days.”

The man gave a half smile and sipped on his water. “So… what’s your last name again?”

“Chachki,” the woman answered in between bites.

“Is that German or something?”

“Ecuadorian, on my father’s side.”

“Holy shit, that’s awesome. So our kid will be beautifully blended.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Birthday?”

“June 13th.”

“Oh, so it’s coming up soon! I should probably write this down…” Matt grabbed one of the napkins from the center of the table and patted his pockets for a writing utensil but he didn’t have one. “Do you have a pen?”

“Yes.”

“May I borrow it?”

“No.”

“Um, okay. I’ll just have to memorize this stuff then. What do you do for a living?”

“I work at a fashion magazine.” She wouldn’t dare give the man the title of it just in case the vomit themed covers ever resurfaced.  

“Oh, fuck me right up. Do you like, write the articles or something?”

She nodded as she stuffed her mouth with sauteed kale. The more the man wanted to talk about her, the less annoying she viewed him.

“What do you write about?”

“Well, depending on our position in the company, our writing is limited to whatever the boss says we can write. My friend Naomi does health and fitness, teaching you how to fit into those model sizes. And Raven does my favorite, she has tips and tricks on how to beat the pain of every type of heel, all the cinchers- it’s amazing.”

“And what do you write about?”

“My forte is about trends and what’s beautiful.”

“I could name a few things,” Matt said with a soft smile.

“And cargo pants wouldn’t be on that fucking list.”

“What? What’s wrong with cargo pants?”

“They’re not elegant. They’re not glamorous. They’re not chic. They’re made for child molesters who can stuff the pockets to the brim with candy to lure children over.”

Matt laughed.

“They’re just a disgusting component of human culture and they all need to be burned.”

“Those are some very strong opinions.”

“And you should listen to them.”

“Noted. So, are you religious?”

“Yeah, when there’s a cop in my rearview mirror.”

Matt cackled. He was surprised to see how funny the stoic woman actually was.

“I was raised in a super strict Catholic household, though.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Church all the time and even Catholic school from kindergarten to senior year. I think the years of wearing those horrendous uniforms and just being a clone of this strict system is what made me so obsessed with the fashion world. Like being able to express yourself through different colors and fabrics, bringing​ your vision to life on a runway or photoshoot and then to see it on the cover of magazines just- ooo, it gives me goosebumps.”

The way the woman’s eyes lit up as she spoke about her passion made Matt smile. “That’s amazing.”

“Yes it is.”

“I think that’s all the questions I have for now. Do you have any for me?”

No was her initial response but she was curious about his progress. “How’s the job search going?”

“Good, I think. I put in a ton of applications today and I’m just waiting to be called back.”

Fuck, I hope nobody calls him back, she thought. “Oh.”

“Yeah, I’m really excited to have some damn security for once. You do deserve that… I mean, our baby deserves that.”

“He’ll have that whether you’re there or not.”

Matt frowned. “I’ll be there.”

Violet wanted to scream but the remaining bits of chocolate mousse at the bottom of the glass made her content enough not to.

When the man saw that the woman was nearly finished with her meal, the anxiety of her leaving started to hit him. “Do you want anything else to eat?” he asked, willing to spend an additional $20 just to get more time with the woman.

She shook her head. “I’m stuffed.”

“Oh…okay. Um, do you know when your next ultrasound is?”

“Next week.”

“Can I go?”

She exhaled loudly. “I guess. Maybe he’ll be more than just a flickering blob by then.”

Matt’s eyes grew wide. “He? I-I-It’s a boy?”

“I don’t know officially,​ but I have a feeling​ that it’s a boy. I can feel it in my cold little spirit.”

“I wouldn’t mind a boy. Maybe he’ll be as cute as I am.”

Violet rolled her eyes. “Check please!”

When the waitress delivered the little black book to the table, Matt gulped as he opened it. His eyes bulged at the $83 dollar bill that the woman had racked up. “Damn, taxes,” he grumbled.

“What's​ the problem?” Violet slyly asked.

“Nothing,” Matt replied as he gritted his teeth. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Good. And oh, don’t forget to tip twenty percent.”

“Twenty percent?! That’s a lot! And why does she need a tip in the first place? She didn’t even do anything special.”

“Everyone​ knows that waiters don’t make any money, Matthew. It’s only fair.”

“Then maybe she should get a better job.”

“At least she has a job,” Violet snapped back, effectively shutting the man up. He grumbled under his breath as he scrawled out the amount that he wanted to tip prior to sliding his mother’s  credit card into the black book. The waitress picked it up, and after it was charged, returned it.

“Thank you,” she chirped. “Have a good night.”

“Good night indeed,” Matt muttered under his breath. “$83 plus a $15 tip and I didn’t get shit but water.”

The man watched as Violet stood and made her way towards the exit; he followed her. When they were outside, she paused. “Thanks for dinner.”

“You’re welcome. Gotta feed my kid, ya know.”

“He appreciates it.”

“I’m glad.”

Before the awkwardness could settle in, Violet cleared her​ throat. “Well, goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Oh, wait. Do you know how to get to 21st from here?”

“It’s that way,” she said vaguely as she pointed. “Why?”

“It’s where the motel is and I really don’t know how to get back.”

“Well, how did you get here?”

“A cab.”

“So just take a cab home,” she suggested.

“I didn’t anticipate dinner costing so much… cabs are now out of my budget. Do you think you could drop me off?”

“Absolutely not. I refuse to drive anywhere past 15th. Anything beyond that is just bad news.”

“Um, okay. Well, do you think you can just jot out the directions for me?”

“Oh my God, Matthew,” the woman groaned in exasperation. “Just go down South for a few blocks​ and turn left, then turn left again. After that you should be on 21st!”

“Thanks,” he sarcastically​ replied to the useless information. “I’ll see you later.” The man stuffed his hands into his pockets and began to make his way down the street.

Violet stormed to her BMW and climbed inside. “God, he’s so fucking stupid. How hard is it to follow directions? Fuck, why’d I have to be impregnated by such an idiot?!” she vented before taking a deep breath. The woman glanced in the direction Matt had taken and when she didn’t see him, realized how dark it actually was. “He’ll get himself killed. I mean, that’s always an option to get him to go away,” she pondered, “…aw, but then what do I tell my baby? ‘Your father was a dumbass​ and booked a motel in a shitty neighborhood and the homeless people murdered him’? Hm, it’s not bad actually but I really don’t want my child growing up with daddy issues.” Violet cringed prior to cranking her car to life and speeding out of parking lot. She drove down the street until she spotted Matt.

When she pulled up beside him, the man was surprised. “Hey, Violet! Is this your car?! Holy-”

“Just get in!”

“Okay!” he replied, opening the passenger side door and climbing inside. “Oooo, this is so nice!” the man said as he rubbed the smooth black leather underneath him. “I’ve never been in a BMW before.”

“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”

Yeah, especially since my dream car is the BMW i8.”

“Ugh, I don’t speak car.”

“It kinda looks like the Batmobile.”

“I don’t speak Superbat either!”

“It’s actually… Batman..but you.. probably don’t care.”

“Aww, you’re learning so quickly.”

Matt smiled, the woman’s sense of humor never failing to impress him. “Soooo, what made you pick me up?” he asked smugly. “Did you finally realize how irresistible I am?”

Violet abruptly pulled her car over, jumped out of the driver’s side and vomited into the nearest trashcan.

“Holyyyy shit. She wasn’t joking about that gag reflex thing,” Matt said as he got out of the car and approached the sick woman. He gently placed his hand on her back. “Are you okay, Violet?”

“Don’t touch me,” she growled.

Matt defensively raised his hands. “I just want to help.”

“You’ve helped enough.” She retched a few more times before her stomach finally began to settle. “Ughhh. Do me a favor and grab the water bottle from the cup holder?”

“Sure.” Matt did as she asked. The woman opened the bottle, took a sip and rinsed her mouth with it before spitting it out. “Better?”

She nodded and they returned to the car.

“I’ll just convince myself that morning sickness made you throw up and not me,” Matt said in attempt to lighten the mood.

Violet didn’t respond as she punched the gas, desperately wanting to get away from the man as soon as possible. When the woman drove beyond 15th, she quickly locked her doors.

“Do you really think that this is a bad neighborhood?” the man asked. “Everyone I’ve spoken to around here seems really nice.”

She drove another block before pointing out of Matt’s window as she responded. “That! That right there is what makes this area just, ugh!” Matt glanced in the direction that the woman indicated and saw the tables and booths that held all of the purses, shoes and clothing. “Fucking knockoffs! And people are so content in buying that disrespectful shit! Criminal is what it is!”

The corners of Matt’s lips curled upward. He wasn’t surprised that this was what the women deemed illegal but it didn’t stop him from finding​ her to be absolutely adorable.

“It makes me madder than people mixing prints.”

“Or wearing cargos,” he added.

“Oh, no. Nothing is worse than cargos, sorry.”

He laughed, enjoying every second of the woman’s lightheaded presence until she whipped in front of the Motel 6. “Thanks,” Matt said as he climbed out of the car prior to leaning into the window. “So, I was wondering​-” He stopped abruptly and jumped back several feet for his life’s sake when Violet sped off. Matt whistled. “What a woman.”

—

13.5 weeks pregnant

—

“I know, Mom,” Matt groaned into his flip phone​. “I’m on my last $100 an- okay, I’m on your last $100. But it’s not my fault! I’m really trying here. None of the jobs called back. Oh wait, one called back and the guy asked me what my favorite cheese was. After I said gouda, he said ‘thank you for your time’ and hung up. I’m really fucking trying, Mom. I’m trying so hard to be there for her but New York is no joke.” Matt refused to tell his mother or anyone in fact that he’d been staying at a homeless shelter for the past two nights while searching for jobs during the day. But today, he had returned to the front of the Motel 6 so that Violet could pick him up for her ultrasound appointment. “I’m doing my best here​ and I’ll resort to panhandling if I have to. How do I know it’s my kid?” he asked, “Because who on Earth would pin a baby on a guy like me? Especially someone like her. She- oh, Mom, I gotta go. Love you, bye.” He hung up as Violet sped into the parking lot. The man climbed into the car. “Hey.”

“Hi,” the woman sighed.

“Is there something wrong?”

“The girls are already at the doctor’s office. We’re meeting them there.”

“Oh, okay. I’ve met them before, though.”

“One drunken​ night at the club hardly counts.”

“I guess.”

“Yeahhh. So just don’t embarrass me.”

“How would I embarrass you?”

“With all that nerdy comic book talk. They won’t understand that so just keep it to yourself.”

He chuckled. “I’ll try to remember.”

—

After pulling into​ the parking lot of her OB GYN’s office​, Violet climbed out of the car. When Matt did the same she groaned. “Do you own an iron?!”

“Um, no?”

“Clearly!” she stormed over to the man dressed in crunchy plaid button down and jeans she were positive were once blue but the denim had now faded to a faint grey. Violet swiftly began undoing the buttons​.

“Why, Violet, this is so sudden,” he teased.

The woman rolled her eyes. “You missed a button. You’re not even competent enough to dress yourself.” When she undid the buttons completely​, the shirt opened and revealed Matt’s stomach. He didn’t have washboard abs, but the natural look of his softly sculpted body was usually the woman’s preference. Paired with manly pecs and a happy trail, Violet couldn’t help but be impressed. But the woman wouldn’t dare show it as she cleared her throat and swiftly button his shirt the correct way. “You’re… incompetent.”

“Thanks.”

“As I was saying, don’t embarrass me. Just be seen and not heard - wait no, don’t even be seen. Just sit in the corner and keep all your opinions to yourself.”

Matt gestured zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

“Idiot,” Violet grumbled.

They entered the building and quickly spotted the statuesque​ Naomi and the overdressed Raven seated in the lobby.

“Viii,” the women squealed. The three of them embraced​ and complimented each other’s ensembles before Raven noticed Matt and his terrible outfit.

“Is it bring your landscaper​ to your ultrasound day?”

“Landscaper​?” Matt asked. “I was totally going for Lex Luthor,” he joked.

“Who?” Naomi asked.

Violet clenched her jaw. “Nobody. Can we just get this show on the road?”

—

The ultrasound technician squeezed a glob of pink goo onto Violet’s belly. Since she was flanked by her friends, she could cope with the fact that Matt was in the far corner.

“Okay,” the technician said as she started up the machine. “Do you know how far along you are?”

“Almost fourteen weeks.”

“Ooo, so your baby should be about the size of a lemon.”

“Aww, lemonhead,” Raven joked. Violet pinched her.

“And although you can’t feel it, he should be stretching and kicking those little arms and legs.” She placed the wand on the woman’s stomach and after a little searching, the four dimensional shape of a tiny baby appeared on screen. “As you can see, there’s the head. His little hands and fingers.”

“Awww,” Naomi said with a pout. “I want oneeee. Do they come in teal with a little glitter?”

Violet laughed. “Oh my God, the hottest accessory.”

“Oh, look!” the technician exclaimed. “He’s sucking his thumb!”

“Whatttt? Is that normal?” Violet asked, slightly concerned.

“Yes! At fourteen weeks, they’re very active but you just have to catch them at the right moment. In all of my years of doing this, this is only the second thumb sucking I’ve seen. How cuteee.”

“We’ll have to break that habit early,” she joked.

“What do you think about that, Dad?” the technician asked Matt, attempting to include the man who was now craning his neck to see the screen.

Before he could answer, Violet scowled. “Why do you assume that he’s the father?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, why?!” she exploded. “You can’t go around making assumptions! I can have anyone I want and you just assume that he- ugh!”

“Vi, calm down,” Naomi said sternly. “Hormones and panic attacks don’t mesh well. Just breathe​.”

The woman grabbed her friend's​ hand and took a few deep breaths. “I’m sorry.” She said to the technician.

“It’s okay,” she assured. “I’ve seen a lot worse in my day. Like the woman who destroyed my entire office because I ‘gendered’ her eight week old fetus. Boys and girls have the same gentilella at eight weeks,” she whispered.

“Oh, wow.” She turned her attention back to the screen. “He’s so perfect.”

“When does it stop looking like an alien?” Raven asked.

The technician laughed. “At around twenty-five weeks, they get super cute.”

“Well, I think he’s super cute now,” Violet retorted.

“Same,” Naomi added.

“Same,” Matt said from the corner to Violet’s chagrin.

“Any questions?”

Violet shook her head.

“Okay,” the technician chirped as she wiped the goo off of the woman’s stomach. “I’ll get those pictures right out to you.”

“Thanks.”

“We should go celebrate,” Naomi suggested​.

“As long as chocolate is involved, I’m down,” Violet said.

“Let’s go to Gotham,” Raven suggested.

“Yes!”

Naomi turned to Matt, then Violet then Matt again. “Would you like to join us?” Violet squeezed the woman’s hand in protest but her friend ignored her.

Knowing these ladies, Gotham must be another word for the ATM. He cleared his throat. “No, thanks. I oughta​ be getting back home. I have…stuff to do.”

“Sounds like you’ll be walking then,” Violet sassed, “because your motel and Gotham are on opposite ends of the city.”

“That’s the plan,” Matt said, growing more uncomfortable with the woman’s blatant disgust for him.

“You’re staying at a motel?” Naomi asked.

“Yeah.”

“A Motel 6,” Violet added. Her friends​ cringed.

Matt rolled his eyes. He didn’t know how to respond to the snobby trio and was grateful when the ultrasound technician returned. She handed Violet the envelope of sonogram photos.

“Can I at least have one before I go?” Matt asked her.

“Will it make you leave faster?”

“I just said I was going!” he snapped back causing her friends to immediately jump to her defense.

“Don’t raise your voice to her!” Raven shouted.

“Yeah, you definitely need to chill,” Naomi added.

“I’ve been chill this entire time,” he groaned in exasperation. “I sat in the corner like she fucking told me to, could barely see my fucking son on the screen and now all I want is a picture so I can go. Is that too fucking much to ask?”

“Is being respectful too much to ask?” Raven retorted.

“Whatever,” he fumed as he stormed out of the room.

—

“And he was like ‘is that too fucking much to ask?!’” Raven dramatically reiterated at the dinner table to the amusement of her friends.

“And you shut that ass downnnnn,” Naomi laughed.

“He’s just, ugh,” Violet added. “At this point, I don’t regret my baby but I’d give all my Louboutins to change his father.”

“I second that notion and I’d give all of my Moschino to help,” Naomi said.

“Aw, but you love Moschino,” Raven reminded.

“I knowww. But I love Vi more.”

“Awww,” Violet squealed as the friends gave each other air kisses leaving Raven to clear her throat.

“So how did your date with Bill go?” she asked.

“Bill? You mean Bob?”

“Oh, sorry. Bob is just such a forgettable name.”

Naomi shot her a look. “We haven’t gone out yet. He’s taking me to the Empire state building tomorrow, though.”

“But you’ve been there a million times.”

“But not with a hot guyyy.”

Raven rolled her eyes and downed her alcohol. “Can I get another?” she shouted at the waiter.

“You better slow down,” Violet urged. “How are you going to get home?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No. Give me your keys,” Naomi ordered. “You get stubborn when you drink.”

Raven groaned and retrieved the keys from her purse and handed them to the woman.

“Thank you,” she chirped. “So is it too early to talk baby shower?”

—

When dinner was over, Naomi loaded a drunken Raven into the passenger side of her car.

“Why can’t I use my carrrr?” she slurred.

“Because you can barely stand. I’ll drop you off in the morning to get your car.”

“Okayyyyyy. Bye, Viiiiiii.”

“Bye, ladies. Be safe!”

“We will.” Naomi climbed into her car. “I don’t trust you to be home alone so I’ll just take you to my place.”

“What are we gonna dooo?”

Naomi laughed. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t knowwww,” she said as she placed her legs on the dashboard.

The other woman laughed as she put the car in gear and exited the parking lot. “We’ll figure something out.”

—

When Naomi unlocked and opened the door to her condo, Raven grabbed the woman’s face and stuck her tongue in her mouth.

Shocked, Naomi pulled away. “Wow…”

Raven smiled.

“You are…really drunk.”

The grin faded. “Yeah…I’m just gonna crash on the couch.”

“Good idea. I’m gonna take my makeup off, shower, then come back and check on you.”

“Alrighttt.”

When Naomi exited the room, from intoxication and heartache, Raven began to sob into the throw pillow.

—

“Musttt be love on the brainnnnn,” Violet screeched along with the radio as she sped down the road. “Must bee- what the fuck?!” the woman shouted in disbelief as she drove by New York homeless center and saw Matt waiting in line with his suitcase. “Motel my ass! He’s so fucking broke! Move back to LA for fucks sake!” she fumed. The woman angrily continued on the path to her home but when she got there, she couldn’t do anything but pace the floor as she thought about the man. “Ugh!” Violet grabbed her keys and stormed out of her apartment.

—

Not wanting to breathe in the homeless fumes, Violet held her breath and reluctantly entered the shelter.

“We’re at full capacity tonight, sorry.”

“I’m not looking for a place to stay,” she sharply retorted, nearly offended. “I’m looking for someone​.”

“Name?”

“Matthew…um-” fuck, what’s his last name? she pondered.

“I’ll type in Matthew and see what I get.” The man typed the name into the computer. “There are three Matthews here tonight. Sanders, Lent and Davenport.”

“Lent!” she said as she recalled the man’s ID.

He nodded and pressed a button that turned on the intercom. “Matthew Lent, please come to the front desk. Matthew Lent, please come to the front desk.”

Moments later, the man emerged with a confused look on his face until he saw the woman. He gasped. “Violet… what are you doing here?”

“No, what are you doing here?!”

“Ssshhh,” the shelter operator hushed. “People are trying to sleep.”

The woman turned on her heel and stormed out of the building with Matt following quickly behind her.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were staying in a shelter?!’

“Because you’d want me to go back to LA! I won’t!”

“How long have you been here?”

“This is the third night.”

Violet pressed her fingers against her temples. “Oh my God.”

“Violet, I’m trying to do whatever it takes. I got a call back from a butcher job this evening and I go in tomorrow for an interview.”

“Okay, but where are you going to shower?”

He was reluctant to say. “Gas station bathroom?”

The woman clutched her abdomen and Matt instantly began to panic. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not okay with you staying in a homeless shelter and I can’t believe I’m saying this…until further notice…you can spend the night at my house.”

He grinned. “Really?”

“Yes! Now get your shit before I change my mind,” she grumbled.

   >>>

[mysuperstarlight]

Petite Plum

A/N: This will be the last part of my fic! Yay! I took forever to write it because I’m a lazy piece of crap. And I will never learn. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys the ending ( @slightlydepressing enjoyed so I am content :D), I have fun writing it and sad (relieved) the fic has come to an end (I’m like TT ahahahhahahahahahha). Until next time I guess, BYEEEE!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

The next day came much quicker than Hyuk had anticipated. Throughout breakfast and the drive to Jelpi, Hyuk did his best to keep calm. He acted as if he was tired and made sure no one bothered him as he tried to fake sleep in the car. *Solo. Nashiko. Solo. Nashiko. What if I mess up? She’s gonna think the worst of me. I can’t freeze like yesterday, I looked so stupid* thought Hyuk. All the worst cased scenarios played in his head; all ending with Nashiko laughing at him and walking away. “Hyuk - ah, Hyukkie… HAN SANGHYUK IF YOU DONT WAKE UP OR SO HELP ME!” roared N. Hyuk woke up with a fright but quickly composed himself. “I’m awake, I’m awake!” He moaned as he dragged himself out the car. It was obvious that Hyuk was nervous since he was rather quiet. “What’s up with him?” Mouthed Hongbin. “Not sure, you think N hyung annoyed him too much” Ravi mouthed back. Ken saw the two conversing and decided to intervene. “Hyukkie, come to the restroom with me” “What, why? Go by yourself hyung” “Pwease, I watched a scary film last night about a dead girl who haunts the restrooms” Ken whined. “Aigooo Ken, are you sure you weren't watching Harry Potter? The part with Moaning Murtle?” N teased, making the members laugh. “Ehhh, hyung please” Ken replied. Before Hyuk could say anything back, Ken was already pushing him towards the restroom. Once they inside Ken looked around, opening every cubicle. “Hyung, I didn’t know you were this scared.” Hyuk said as he watched his hyung’s actions. “Okay, no one is here.” Ken turned towards Hyuk and carried on, “Hyuk… are you okay?” He asked with concern in his voice. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Hyuk stated. Ken looked at him dead in the eyes, making him feel uncomfortable. “You’re not, I can tell. Frankly, all of us could tell. Hongbin and Ravi were questioning your sudden silence.” Hyuk was surprised *Was I that obvious?* “Hyuk, you need to calm down. Take a couple of breaths. Splash some water on your face to wake yourself up. Don’t worry so much, she’s not here to catch you out.” Ken consoled. Hyuk nodded and started feel less tense. “Have fun lil bro, besides it’s your first solo stage. Make the most of it.” The two fist bumped and walked out with lighter hearts.

“Finally. Hyuk, we need to start on your solo stage.” Dance-Ssem said as he walked over and pulled Hyuk into position. Ken gave Hyuk a thumbs up and sat at the back to monitor him. “Good morning Hyukkie~” greeted Nashiko from behind. Hyuk turned around to see the petite woman with her plum hair tied up in a simple ponytail. “Morning…Nashiko” Hyuk replied. “Yahh, did you just forget my name?” Nashiko asked in an annoyed tone. She hand her hands crossed over her chest and had a fake angry expression. “Whaa? Forget your name? I would never” Hyuk said shaking his head. Nashiko grinned and poked his arm, “Good because I would never forgive you if you did” She puffed. *I can’t even get you out of my head, let alone forget your name* Hyuk thought to himself. Dance-Ssem clapped his hands and began, “The song we are using is one that was chosen by Hyuk, which is ‘Call You Mine’ by Jeff Bernat” The choreography involved many interactions between Nashiko and Hyuk. And everytime Hyuk had to hold her hand or slide his hand across her leg, he always asked if it was fine with her. “Are you sure you’re sure you’re okay with it?” “It’s fine Hyuk, trust me” “… Are you sur-” At this point Nashiko grabbed his face and insisted, “For the umpteenth time Hyuk, it’s fine. Okay?” With such close proximity to her face, all Hyuk could manage was a weak nod. “Good. Now let’s not waste anymore time!” Nashiko said.

They practiced as much as they could to perfect the routine. Dance-Ssem and N were constantly checking, giving their input on how to make the dance become more seamless. Ken in the background made sure Hyuk didn’t become a blubbering mess, instead he started to dote on both Hyuk and Nashiko. Ravi and Hongbin joined to see how the solo stage was coming along and we’re impressed on how far the two have come. But that didn’t stop the two from making sly comments here and there. “Heol, they could be mistaken for a couple you know.” Hongbin whispered in low tone. “Wahh, look at them toge- OW!” Ravi and Hongbin cried. Leo sneaked behind and slapped the two across the back of their heads. Along with N, Leo took care of Hyuk and Nashiko, keeping them hydrated and not overworked. He listened to what N was relaying and agreed with everything.

Time ticked away quickly and soon it was free time. “That’s all for today people! You are free to leave this PRISON!” Exaggerated Dance-Ssem. The senior dancers said their goodbyes and left to go home, leaving VIXX and Nashiko. “Aigooo, I think I worked too hard today. My back…” Ken complained while hunched over. “Omomomo, Ahjumma let me help you” Hongbin offered and pushed him from behind. “YAHHHHHH!” Ken shrieked in the highest note possible causing everyone to laugh. “Stop it, I’m too tired to deal with you now. Let’s just go home” groaned Leo. As everyone was heading for the door, Hyuk stopped. “You know what, I’m gonna stay back for a couple more hours. I want to perfect the routine” He explained. Nashiko raised her hand and nodded. “Me too, me too. Ahh but Inguk oppa might not let me.” “I won’t let you do what?” Inguk asked. Nashiko was about to talk but N patted her on the shoulder and winked. “I advised her and Hyuk to stay back a couple of hours to completely perfect the dance routine.” N told him. “It’s too late fo-” “This performance is essential for the concert. It showcases how much Hyuk improved and it will be Nashiko’s first solo here. I’m sure you can understand how much it means to them. You wouldn’t want they’re efforts to go to waste now would you?” N concluded while giving a piercing gaze. Inguk wavered slightly and looked at Nashiko. She had her puppy eyes face on hoping it would help her case. “I’ll drive them home if that’ll make you feel better.” Ken suggested, “Now before you think I’m talking nonsense, I really am a good driver. The best out of all the members.” He beamed. Inguk looked at the rest of the members, who were all nodding in agreement. Inguk sighed in defeat, “Fine, but you have to call me when you finish practice, leave the building and when you come close to home, understood?” Inguk instructed. “Yes sir!” saluted Nashiko. Inguk pushed her forehead back while laughing and walked out with 4Vixx. As soon as they left, Ken told Hyuk and Nashiko that he’ll be in the next room practicing his solo for the concert. “If you guys need anything or if you’re ready to go home, tell me okay?” Ken assured them. Both Hyuk and Nashiko nodded and waved to Ken.

Hyuk turned to Nashiko and gestured towards the middle of the practice room, “Shall we begin?” He asked. “Yes, we shall.” Nashiko said smiling as she took his hand. Without the guidance of N and Dance-Ssem, the dance wasnt as smooth as they wanted it to be. Every time one of them messed up they would stop and discuss what went wrong. They would constantly monitor their performance with a camera and pick any small details. This went on for a while with no actual breaks. Half way through the dance Nashiko tripped and fell backwards with her eyes shut. Without thinking, Hyuk grabbed her arm, pulled her up towards himself.  Their faces were only inches away from each other. Hyuk stared down at her face, her eyes closed shut as tightly as possible while biting her lip. As soon as she realised she was being held, Nashiko opened her eyes and found Hyuk looking down at her. Hyuk gulped and managed to say, “Are you okay?” Nashiko blushed furiously, “Uh huh.” She was pulled up by Hyuk, all while still holding onto his arms. “Thanks… for not letting me fall” Hyuk gazed into Nashiko’s eyes, and finally smiled, “I’m glad my reflexes were quick enough to grab you, hah.” Nashiko chuckled and move her hands down into his. The two were stood in the middle of the practice room, as if time stood still with them. Hyuk pulled her hands above and placed them around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in. Nashiko closed her eyes and leaned in.  Hyuk smirked, purposely missing her lips and kissed her cheek. Nashiko slapped him on the chest, “YAH! I was wai-”, Nashiko stopped mid sentence and covered her mouth. Hyuk laughed loudly, “Why, what did I do wrong? was I supposed to do it differently?” “Yah yah, y-y-you know what you did wrong…” Nashiko voiced trailed off. Hyuk grinned and decided to tease her more. “Aigoo, I don’t know what you’re taking about. Tell meee” He pestered. Nashiko glared at Hyuk. Hyuk was singing the words “I don’t know” until Nashiko pulled him down and pecked his lips. This time it was Hyuk’s turn to be surprised. He was frozen while Nashiko laughed and tugged his chin downwards, “Shall we date?” Without delay, Hyuk kissed her back. The kiss was longer, deeper and had more feeling. He pulled back and answered, “We shall.”

*********FOUR YEARS LATER*********

It was their wedding night, Hyuk was carrying Nashiko bridal style to their hotel room. Nashiko was stroking Hyuk’s hair while humming. “So do you have any ideas what we’ll do tonight, Mrs Han?” Nashiko hummed, “Hmmm, I have a few that I’ve been wanting to show you.” They reached their hotel room at the end of the corridor. Hyuk took out the key card and swiped it across the door handle, *beep beep clack* and the door opened. He carefully placed Nashiko on the bed and stood back, taking a good, long look at his wife. He took off his blazer and began to undo his bow tie. Following suit, she took off her shoes and accessories. Sitting down next Nashiko, he looked into her eyes, “Are you ready?” He asked. Nashiko stared back and breathed, “Yep.“  Both leaned towards each other.

Hyuk grabbed for the big bowl of popcorn and Nashiko grabbed the Naruto DVDs. “NARUTO MARATHON” they cried. Nashiko laughed hard and nearly fell off the bed. Hyuk, on the other hand, dropped backwards onto the bad holding his stomach from all the laughter. “Ahahahahha,  I expected nothing less from you! This is why I married you.” Hyuk declared, he got up and kissed Nashiko on forehead. “I mean, what else do people do on their wedding night” “I know right!” Nashiko agreed as she leaned onto him. “Ahhh, Hyukkie… I love you.” She confessed. “I love you too.”

[chihuahuachronicles-blog]

A Blog? Ew.

Hiiiiii. So, I’ve decided to start a blog. Because, why the fuck not? I honestly don’t care if my mom is the only person that reads this. I hate the word “blog” by the way. I hate the idea of a blog, so I’m just going to call this blog (so pretentious) for what it is: word vomit. It’s my word vomit and you can like it, hate it, be completely indifferent to it, I really don’t care.

First and foremost, here are a few things you should know about me:

1.     I love to write but it also fucking terrifies me.

2.     I curse a lot.

3.     I am and actress. Sorry, an ACTOR. (Go feminism!)

4.     I am not a feminist. Bitches calm down, let me explain! I am all for girl power, equality, inclusiveness, etc. After all, I am a woman and a fucking smart one and I will not apologize for it. But lets be real, you’ll never catch me with hairy pits and legs and if you tell me to smile, I won’t scream at you and think you’re trying to objectify me.  

5.     I believe in chivalry. Call me sexist. Whatever. I hope you get hit in the face by the door your boyfriend didn’t hold for you when you were walking into a restaurant in your pretty dress and heels.

6.     I’m afraid of rejection. Who isn’t?

7.     I’m afraid of babies. I’m afraid of the way they look at me; it gives me tunnel vision and I start to panic.

8.     I don’t know if I can be a mom. Actually, let me rephrase that. I don’t know if I want to be a mom. (Sorry mom, nothing against you, I swear) In fact, my biggest fear is realizing that I am just too selfish to want to give up my life to raise another human.

9.     Anyone who says their life is better after having children is a fucking liar! More fulfilling? Maybe. Better? Nope. I guess it depends on your idea of better.

10.  I believe my 9 lbs. Chihuahua and I have the same size bladder. In fact, I firmly believe that if I ever get pregnant, I would have to wear diapers for 9 months straight.  I would pee my pants if there were a bean in my uterus.

11. I believe my 9 lbs. Chihuahua and I are soul mates.  I die a little every time I leave the house and see the look on his face.  When we’re cuddled up on the couch, I purposely make myself feel uncomfortable so he can be more comfortable. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.

12. I think you can have more than one soul mate in your lifetime, at separate times or at the same time. My husband’s my soul mate, my friend is my soul mate, my boyfriend who passed away was (is) my soul mate (that’s a story for another day). Soul mates don’t have to be lovers people! They are people you connect with on a different level. It’s almost like you exist on the same frequency as them. You love and understand them unconditionally and losing them would throw your life completely out of balance, because for some fucked up reason, we feel like our life makes more sense because of the fact that we connect with these so-called soulmates.

13. Oh yeah, I’m married! To an actor. Fml

14. I’m sarcastic. In case you haven’t already noticed. But I also don’t think I have an annoying sense of humor. I’m not like one of those people who is SO sarcastic that you don’t know whether or not I’m joking anymore. That’s annoying.

15. A lot of things annoy me. I’ll save that list for another entry.

16. I have daddy issues. Don’t we all….

17. I have a severe; I mean SEVERE fear of losing everyone I love; not of being abandoned by them, a fear of them dying. It’s horrible I know. It’s no way to live but I can’t help it. My husband doesn’t know this, but every time he travels somewhere without me, I replay different scenarios of hearing the news of his plane crashing in my head. I prepare for the worst. It’s stupid, I know! He’s more likely to suffer a deathly car accident, but then again, that could happen.

18. On that note, I can positively say that 100% of the anxiety I suffer everyday comes from the fact that I cannot control everything and everyone around me. I can’t protect everyone, not even myself. I am slowly beginning to accept that.

19. I used to think the horoscope was stupid. I don’t know about that anymore. I’m confused.

20. I don’t like religion. All I’m gonna say about this right now is I understand why religion came about. I get it. I get the point of it. Organized religion, like organized governments created order and unity. But then humans just had to out-human themselves and fuck everything up and start the crusades and start killing everyone who didn’t believe in the same stupid God they believed in.

21. I’m spiritual, not religious. Call me a fucking LA cliché, whatevs. At least I don’t live in constant fear of being punished by God for saying what I think.

22. I’m not a racist. Kind of. I’m a little racist….I guess that makes me a racist. How do I explain this without offending anyone? I make fun of Latinos, hence, myself. Does that count as racism? I love diversity. In fact, I encourage diversity but I also think we’ve all been a complete stereotype of our ethnic group at some point.

23. I think I’m more fluent in English than I am in Spanish, which is embarrassing. Or maybe my thoughts are more fluent in English, which is why I don’t write in Spanish; unless it’s poetry, because it sounds prettier and grossly cheesy at the same time.

24. I love movies. I live for movies. I’m an actor for crying out loud! I think whoever doesn’t watch movies or listens to music is a soulless devil.

25. I believe everyone is capable of apologizing. But I think that if you are never taught to apologize, you will always think of an apology as a sign of weakness. I think it shows strength and I think it takes guts.

26. I cry a lot. Not by myself, though, a lot of things I see and hear make me cry. The older I get, the more I cry. I used to make fun of my mom for crying over the lamest things; like a Hallmark Christmas movie or a Mexican novela. But now I cry watching novelas or when I see something that is unbearably cute.

27. I hate when people tickle me, so please don’t ever tickle me. In my mind, ticking is synonymous with torture. Tickles don’t make me laugh, they make me cry; just like clowns.

28. I fucking hate clowns. Who ever thought that clowns could be entertaining…to children?! Who ever saw a red rubber ball and said, “oh, I can put this over my nose, wear a ridiculous onesie, put white makeup on my face, a rainbow afro on my head, huge ass shoes and make children laugh?! Unless you’re Patch fucking Adams, I don’t want to see you wearing a red nose.

29. I am a total germaphobe. Blood doesn’t gross me out though; I find it kind of fascinating actually.

30. Blood is almost as fascinating to me as finding out someone has a twin brother or sister. Like, WHAT? There’s another YOU that I had no idea about?!  It just blows my mind.

Look, I realize that I will probably end up offending a ton of people with this BLOG but I am sick of people getting offended over nothing. Wanna know what I find offensive? BAD GRAMMAR.

I learned a new word the other day: Jouska (n): “a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head – a crisp analysis, a cathartic dialogue…” I don’t know how to use this word in a fucking sentence and apparently neither does the Internet. All I know is I have felt this way every day of my 26 year old existence. I compulsively play out actions and conversations in my head that never end up actually taking place. And if they do take place, they're never how I pictured them. I wish I were more impulsive, like those people that talk before they think. Do you know how long it took for me to get off my ass and start writing this? Anyway, I digress. The point is, I’ve had a year long writer’s block and writing something that people can actually read was one of my new year’s resolutions. I need to stop thinking about things I want to do or say and just actually DO them. I also need to stop using the word "things".

I have come to the conclusion this year that if I keep holding my thoughts and emotions in, I will explode. This is after all why I am a performer. I need to show, I need to explain and I need to be heard.  

I’m not sure what this whole “word vomit” thing is going to be about, but then again, I’m calling it word vomit for a reason.

- K byeeee