#everyone wants pregnant mc apparently

[thedummysdummy]

Can I have a cup of latte with some sweet cream and yes hcs of our CEO dealing with a pregnant wifey 🤧🤌🏻 Pregnancy reveal to labor that will be a thank you.

Firstborn

In his Victor way, he immediately sensed her presence and looked up from his work. Seeing the grin on her face, he immediately knew something was up. “What has gotten a dummy so riled up?” he asked, pausing as he glanced farther down and spotted the pregnancy test in her hand. He jumped up from the couch and hurried to her side, his large hand reaching for hers to grab the test. She relinquished it with no struggle and Victor stared at the little window. A laugh started deep in his chest and made its way to the surface, emerging as he wrapped his arms around his wife. 

“See? All that worry for nothing! I told you that we just had to be patient! We have to celebrate. What would you like for dinner? I’ll make you anything you want. And I’ll call up the doctor to make an appointment. This time everything will go smoothly.” Victor scooped the girl up into his arms and buried his face in her hair. 

She squirmed a little and squeaked indignantly, but Victor only laughed louder and carried her out of the office and into the living room. “I can walk, you know,” she insisted, his joy soaking into her soul and making her laugh as well. “But really all I want for dinner is a nice butternut bisque. I’m a little too nauseous for much more than that…” 

Victor immediately set her down at the dining room table and went to the cupboard where he kept the tea and coffee. Soon the scents of ginger and peppermint filled the air and a steaming cup of tea appeared in front of the girl. “Drink this first while I make dinner, then. But give it a few minutes to properly steep before you greedily gulp it down.” 

“It’s too hot to gulp anyway,” the girl protested, but Victor merely shook his head and began his preparations. She watched his strong and slender form as he cut, cleaned, and drizzled olive oil over the resulting chunks of squash. The edges of her lips twitched in a pleased manner and her heart felt almost too big for her chest. 

In this moment, she was the luckiest girl alive. She picked up the teacup and inhaled the fragrant steam before blowing a soft breath over the surface of the liquid. As long as she had the love of that man, she had the entire world in her palm. 

His baby wasn’t a bad addition, either. 

The cup of tea was gone long before the squash had finished steaming, but the girl was content to sit at the table and just watch Victor work. He often glanced over at her and his dark eyes glittered every time he caught her staring. She enjoyed watching his skillful hands transform the hard vegetable into a smooth and creamy soup which soon he ladled into a bowl and placed in front of her. It was followed by a thick slice of toasted sourdough and another cup of tea. 

Only once she was served did Victor dish up his own meal and join her at the table. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked, dipping his spoon into the silky soup and blowing gently to cool it. The girl nodded and tore off a bit of the bread to dip into her soup. It was delicious, as was to be expected, and she didn’t even need to ask the ‘secret ingredient,’ because she already knew exactly what it was. 

Joy.

~~~

Two months passed by as a moment and a lifetime simultaneously. The girl lost count of how many times she’d had to run out of a filming shoot, returning to the concerned looks of her coworkers. 

Finally, Kiki pulled her aside. “Boss, we’ve all noticed that you’ve been ill a lot lately. Is everything okay?” She looked into the girl’s face with concerned eyes, seeming to seek the answer in her boss’s expression. The girl fought with herself for a long moment. Was it too early to make an announcement? She knew it would be another month before she was out of the most dangerous portion of the pregnancy, but if her coworkers were already getting worried…she knew she wouldn’t last another month without telling them. 

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just…don’t spread this around, okay? But I’m pregnant.” 

A look of wild excitement filled Kiki’s face. “Oh my goodness! Congratulations, boss! How far along are you?! Has anyone planned a baby shower yet? Are you having a boy or a girl? How does Victor feel about it? This is so exciting!” 

The girl slapped a hand over Kiki’s mouth, but that did little to quell the other woman’s excitement. “I’m only eight weeks along, but Victor and I are both very happy. We won’t know if we’re having a boy or a girl for quite a while.” She giggled and her other hand went instinctively to her stomach. “It definitely is exciting. But!! You have to swear not to go announcing it to the entire world, okay? I’ll tell the others after the shoot today, then you all can gossip to your hearts’ content with each other.” She shot Kiki a serious look, and Kiki straightened into a salute. 

“You’ve got it, Boss! I won’t tell a soul!” 

It was a promise which lasted approximately twenty minutes before the news was nearly enough to make Kiki explode. “But you have to act surprised when the boss tells everyone after the shoot, okay?” she whispered after spilling the beans to Willow. 

“Oh, obviously,” Willow insisted. “And we’re also obviously going to plan a surprise party.” Kiki agreed wholeheartedly and the pair went back to the shoot. The day seemed to drag by even slower than usual as the secret burned a hole in their mental pockets. They did their best to look innocent every time the girl was nearby, but the moment she turned her back, the pair could barely contain their excitement. 

By the time the shoot wrapped up, everyone was completely exhausted except Kiki and Willow. They were still hyped up on the high of their secret and practically vibrated with excitement when their little crew was called together. 

The girl looked at each one of her friends and smiled. “I have a bit of an announcement. I was going to wait a little longer, but I have no doubt the cat would get out of the bag sooner rather than later. So here it is: Victor and I are expecting our first child.” 

Cheers of congratulations filled and echoed around the mostly-empty set, making it feel as if the girl were surrounded by an army of well-wishers. 

~~~

“But the casual white shirts go on the blue hangers, and the formal ones go on the black ones!”

The girl began pulling all of the clothes that Victor had hung up off their hangers and tossed them on the bed, her arms moving in far more exaggerated circles than was entirely necessary. Victor watched with exasperation, his arms crossed over his chest and his brows furrowed. “Why does it matter? Besides, they are my shirts. Shouldn’t it be my opinion that counts when it comes to putting them away?” 

He may as well have declared the instigation of World War 3. The girl looked at Victor incredulously and threw the hanger she was holding to the ground. “Fine! If you’re so opinionated about it, I’ll just let you put them away yourself! And the closet can be a mess.” 

“I already put them away myself once, and you pulled them all back out. That seems like you caused the problem, not me.” Victor’s exasperated tone only earned him a look that could kill a nation before his wife stomped out of the room and disappeared into the darkness of the rest of the house. 

Victor took a moment to breathe. Why was everything a fight lately?! Good grief, it was the color of hanger for crying out loud. He’d thought putting away the laundry would make her happy, not cause yet another argument. He glanced over the pile of shirts on the bed and wondered where exactly he’d gone wrong. 

A cloud settled over his heart as he picked up the shirts and ensured they were on the ‘proper’ hangers before putting them back in the closet. Every now and then he glanced at the bedroom door, half expecting to find her standing there watching. However, she never appeared. It didn’t take too long to fix the shirts and make the bed for good measure; only after that did he dare go seeking his wife. 

Perhaps ‘seeking’ was the incorrect word. Victor was pretty sure he knew exactly where he’d find her. He easily crossed the dark house and opened the nursery door, standing in the doorway. Moonlight filtered across the carpeted floor and landed on the chair on the opposite side of the room, highlighting the small amount of dust which drifted back and forth as sand in the ocean. 

Sure enough, the girl was curled up in the rocking chair, clutching a shiba plush. Even in the moonlight he could see the glisten of tears on her cheeks and he sighed. “Dummy,” he whispered, crossing the room in three long strides. She looked away, hiding her face behind the golden fur of the shiba. But Victor pushed it gently away and lifted her chin. He wiped away one of the tears with his thumb and kissed her forehead. “I love you, my little dummy.” 

While the words were simple, they seemed to be the magic words which unlocked the door. A torrent of tears ran down the girl’s cheeks and she flung herself into Victor’s arms. “I didn’t mean to yell at you,” she sobbed, burying her face in his shoulder. “I don’t know why I’m like this! It’s like I can’t even control myself and I hate it!” 

Victor ran his fingers tenderly through her hair and held her close. “It’s just the pregnancy. You’ll feel better soon. Only six weeks left, hm? I’m not going anywhere, no matter how moody you get. So stop beating yourself up and come to bed.” He slid one arm under the girl’s legs and scooped her up. “You need your rest if our little one is going to be healthy.” 

~~~

It was dark when the girl waddled into the office. She groaned a little and shifted on her feet, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt. Unfortunately, there was no such thing at this point in the pregnancy. Her hand went for the lightswitch and she wondered idly how she was the first one there for the meeting. Anna had seemed quite insistent that it was incredibly important, and even Victor had seemed keen to get her here on time. 

The lights caused her to go momentarily blind and she squinted as they adjusted. A jubilant shout of ‘SURPRISE!’ caused her to jump, but once she was able to open her eyes again, she was met with a room full of pink and blue balloons and streamers. Everyone she loved sat in chairs around the room with bright grins. Cupcakes decorated with pastel frosting and baby bottle sprinkles made up a large centerpiece, surrounded by various other snacks, while another table was absolutely loaded with brightly wrapped gifts. 

A hand softly on her back propelled the surprised mother-to-be into the room; it was connected to a smirking Victor. “Come on, get in there. Your friends didn’t organize this just for you to stand in the doorway with your mouth hanging open.” 

She broke out of her stupor and joined her loved ones for an evening of ridiculous games, eating, and opening of gifts. The sheer amount of love she felt from everyone in the room was a warm blanket which encircled her heart with tender softness. Each hug, each gift, and each kind word helped erase just a little bit more of the pain and discomfort of being eight and a half months pregnant. 

And when Victor noticed that she was beginning to tire, he took her hand in his big, warm palm and addressed the room. “Thank you, everyone, for the party and the gifts. We very much appreciate it, but my wife is going to fall asleep in her chair if I don’t get her home soon.” She gave his hand a squeeze and with those they loved trailing behind them with arms full of gifts to load into the car, the happy pair returned home with far more than just a new mountain of belongings. 

~~~

Of course it would be the middle of the night. The girl got up for what felt like the fifteenth time that night to use the bathroom, only to feel warmth running down her leg. “Too slow…” she muttered as she waddled into the other room. 

However, it soon became apparent that this wasn’t a middle-of-the-night bladder leak. An intense pain gripped the girl’s stomach and she curled up on herself, letting out a strangled squeak of pain and surprise. It wasn’t incredibly loud, but loud enough to cause Victor to rocket up from the bed. His sleep had been poor for the last week already, just in case this exact thing happened. 

“Is it time?!” he exclaimed, looking quite silly with his dark hair tousled upwards and his boxers slightly twisted. All it took was a single nod for him to spring into action, tossing on the clothes he’d specifically kept on the chair next to the bed for easy access and grabbing the hospital bag they’d lovingly packed together. 

Minutes later the girl was dressed as well and Victor helped her into the car. His hands trembled as he buckled her belt, though out of fear or excitement was up for debate. Probably both. He hustled around the front of the car and into his seat, turned the key, and soon the pair were speeding down the road toward the hospital. 

Each time a new contraction hit, the girl fumbled for Victor’s hand. “I’m right here. Just breathe,” he soothed, running his thumb over the back of her hand. “We’ll be there soon. I’m right here.” As Victor was wont to do in situations involving his wife, he drove with a reckless abandon in regards to the speed limit. They soon walked into labor and delivery, where the girl was whisked away while Victor paced the waiting room. 

Luckily for everyone in the hospital, Victor was only made to wait until his wife was dressed and put in her delivery bed before he was allowed to go back with her. “It will probably still be a little while, Mr. Li. The contractions are still ten minutes or so apart, and she’s only at an eight. We’ll check in often, but why don’t you try to get a little rest while you can? When the contractions are two minutes apart or less, we’ll get the doctor in here.” 

Victor nodded, though he knew there would be absolutely no rest for him tonight. Not until those sweet cries filled his ears, and that sweet bundle filled his arms. He sat at his wife’s bedside and held her hand as she did her best to remain calm through round after round of contractions. “I’m positive we’re having a boy,” she murmured. “I regretted deciding to wait to find out for sure, but now that it’s time…I think it’s even more exciting this way.” 

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, as long as we get a healthy baby.” Victor placed his hand on his wife’s belly and was rewarded with a solid kick. “They’ve definitely got your attitude…” 

The hours passed by painfully slowly. Painfully being the key word. By morning, the girl was convinced this labor thing was never going to end. That was, until she was hit with contractions five minutes apart. Then two minutes apart. Victor pressed the call button repeatedly and the nurses soon arrived, the room filling with motion and excitement. The epidural went in and warm, blissful numbness took the place of the hot pain which had been filling her existence. 

The doctor arrived and, after a brief examination, smiled. “Alright, love. It’s time to push, okay? Three breaths and push for me on three. One, two, push. One, two, push.” 

Time felt like it stood still as Victor watched his sweet wife’s face flush, and her hand crushed his with each straining push. The doctor kept checking repeatedly, his voice encouraging. “You’re doing great, mama. I see a head! Keep pushing for me. Not too much longer now.” 

And he was right. Two pushes later, the shrill sound of a baby’s first cry pierced the air. The nurses rushed forward with a towel and a clamp for the cord, while the doctor checked over the new life for signs of health. “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Li, it seems you have an absolutely perfect little boy.” 

Victor wasn’t even embarrassed about the tears that ran down his cheeks as the doctor wrapped the still-mucky little boy in a towel and handed him to his father. He was a chunky little man…and the most beautiful thing Victor had ever seen.

#everyone wants pregnant mc apparently #I do admit I love Daddy Vic very much #ask #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #love and producer li zeyan #mlqc #evol x love #love and producer victor #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc fanfic #mlqc victor fanfic #asks open

[merakiui]

I stumbled upon your Ruggie fic where he accidentally knocked up MC and I was like "oh my god that's a banger." Then I scrolled to your tags and I short-circuited.

AS A RIDDLE STAN??? YOU'RE SO BIG BRAINED??? LIKE ok yeah with him being the perfect kid and all and his mom I always wondered (a perfectly healthy and normal amount) what would happen if he got MC pregnant?

That Ruggie fic was so real!! So well done!! If you don't mind, could you elaborate what you think would happen with Riddle? You don't have to write a whole fic or anything! Just briefly share your thoughts with the class (me) if you would be so kind please!! 🤓

Frothing at the mouth,

Riddlelover69

Hello, Riddlelover69!!! Allow me to share the thoughts. >:D

(cw: brief nsfw, female reader, accidental pregnancy, mentions of alcohol/intoxication, riddle's mother, fwb dynamic, mentions of abortion)

Riddle is floored when you break the news to him. He's in so much disbelief even after you've provided him with physical evidence (the pregnancy test). He insists you take another one just to be sure because he's so certain that you can't possibly be pregnant. He has always been so careful and responsible when the two of you were intimate; he made sure to wear protection each time and he never did anything reckless. But then the second test comes back positive and he's absolutely stunned. Where did he go wrong? How did this happen? He's never been careless. This must be a mistake!

Riddle lives in denial for three days before it occurs to him. Weeks prior to this discovery, the both of you were attending a stargazing party Cater had thrown in the Heartslabyul rose maze. He'd practically begged Riddle to let him host it. Apparently it was going to be "super cammable" and a "perfect opportunity for lots of stupid fun." Riddle should have known his angle when he slipped vodka into the fruit punch Trey made, and he should have realized the wine Cater had been discreetly serving everyone. "Stupid fun" must have meant stupid drunk. Where he even got the alcohol from was beyond Riddle. He had intended to scold him; he was ready to sever his head for breaking so many rules. But then you were passing a glass into his hand and he knew it would be wrong and inappropriate for him to drink when he was meant to be the upstanding, always obedient Housewarden.

You were smiling, nudging him playfully, saying something teasing. The two of you are close friends (fuck buddies, according to Cater), not lovers, and Riddle really shouldn't have entertained your blatant rule-breaking. But lately he's wanted to impress you; he wanted to show you that he can be cool—that he's not always so stiff and formal and boring. Great Seven, he nearly died from the shame when you had jokingly said that to him. He doesn't want to be boring. He wants to be fun and not so awkward all the time. He wants to branch out and have a lot of friends. He wants to be effortlessly relaxed like you.

He's not, but with the music swelling in time with his heart and your own melodious laughter in his ears he could delude himself into thinking so. And foolishly Riddle broke his own moral compass, NRC's rules, Heartslabyul's rules, and even the unspoken rules put in place by his mother. And for one night you thought he was cool and so did he. And for one night he was not boring. For one night he could kiss you silly without worrying about perfecting the technique or the placement of his hands on your hips or what to do about his reputation should anyone find out (not that it mattered to you, but it meant the world to him).

One night, under an inky canvas of stars (they looked more like chips of glass to Riddle, but then his mind was foggy and his senses were all tangled and he was so obviously intoxicated, but that didn't matter; ironically enough, he was having fun breaking rules with you), he did away with formality and fucked you raw in a shadowed corner of the rose maze, far enough from any prying eyes but close enough where you could still hear the music, feel the thrum of it between the both of you.

And now, weeks later, the result of such a reckless night rears its ugly head. And oh is it ugly. He's not sure what he should do. For once in his perfect, well-tailored life, he is completely lost. He tries not to panic—tries to act like everything's normal, but he has never been a particularly convincing actor and it doesn't take long for those close to him to suspect he's stressed. How you can be so calm about all of this is beyond him. You're pregnant! Aren't you worried what everyone will say and think? Aren't you even a little concerned for your future? His schedules are already complicated and cramped enough. Fitting a child in there is impossible!

And beyond all of that, past NRC's gates and all the way in the Queendom of Roses, his mother waits. He absolutely can't tell her. It's one thing to devote oneself to a no-strings-attached relationship (she would definitely disapprove of you); it's another to impregnate said friend with benefits, especially when he isn't even finished with school yet or married. He's meant to be perfect (he's not; no one is), but how can he look and be perfect if this is hanging over his head like a guillotine's blade?

His mother will definitely disown him. He can already hear her shrill screams. She'd probably say something like, "If you have the time to fool around, then you can spend that time acting like one." She wouldn't offer any support or comfort. It would just be harsh and cruel scoldings. She wouldn't acknowledge him or you. It would be so easy for her to snip him out of her life as if he was nothing more than a paper person on a chain of paper people, entirely useless and flimsy in her eyes. A failure—that's what he would be. She couldn't boast about him to friends and coworkers. Not after this.

You have to get rid of it. He tells you this a week later when the both of you are cooped up in his room to discuss the issue at hand. Riddle has never truly argued with you, but the both of you are going back and forth over what to do with the baby and his temper is rising. For some reason you want to keep it. He's so stressed and panicked and livid. No, you're not keeping it! He tells you to stop calling the baby a "them" because it's an "it" and that's all it will ever be. You look genuinely hurt when he says that, and his chest is heaving wildly as he catches his breath, throat raw from yelling.

He...went too far. He shouldn't have said that, and even when he sees the tears in your eyes he knows right away that he's doing everything completely wrong. And you admit in a hushed, broken voice that you're scared, too. That you feel so horrible for being reckless. That you know this isn't ideal. And it occurs to Riddle then that you have never been the calm and collected person he's often admired. You are just as frenzied as him.

He exhales a slow, exhausted breath, allowing his shoulders to deflate. He apologizes for raising his voice, for saying those terrible things, for panicking. He can give you time. It's your body; you're the one carrying the baby. Naturally he thinks it should be your choice, even if he's adamant that you get rid of the baby, but Riddle hates to see you so distraught. Arguably, he hates that more than he hates this situation. And he likes you. It's always lingered in a crevice of his mind, a romantic attraction that was getting harder to snuff the longer he stayed with you, the more he got to know you, the more he allowed himself to open up to you.

He walks you back to Ramshackle Dorm. It's the polite thing to do, and the both of you are silent during the walk. He bids you a stiff, boring, hollow farewell. It's more than fleeting admiration, Riddle muses as he turns on his heel and begins the trek back to the Hall of Mirrors. But regrettably he finds himself shying away from you in the following weeks, too frightened to touch you. He can't. He doesn't want to, and he thinks it's because this mistake is too life-altering for him to confront.

He broaches the subject to Trey some time later with a vague, yet extremely convoluted hypothetical: "If you did something wrong and another person was affected by it and the both of you were left with a difficult decision, would you let the other person make the final choice?" Trey considers it, always so level-headed and logical. He asks what this difficult decision entails. Riddle chews his lip, peers into his teacup, and mutters something about life and death and embryos and the science behind reproduction and how long it takes for something to be considered human—to be considered conscious and alive—and what one should do when contemplating such a thing and...he's rambling.

Trey gives him that look—that hardened stare that pierces his soul and seems to know of every secret he's kept buried (Cater calls it the "dad stare"—whatever that means). He knows. Riddle is a poor liar. Trey doesn't say it, but when he asks, "Who?" Riddle knows what the question means. He wrings his hands under the table, clasping and unclasping them. They're shaking; he's on the verge of tears. He whispers your name.

Trey lets the admission settle like sediment on the sea floor. He nods, hums, stirs the batter for the cake he's currently baking, and then hums some more. "I can't give you an answer," he eventually says, offering a sympathetic frown. "Sorry." He tries to say more, but nothing comes out and instead he returns to whisking, allowing the silence to console Riddle instead. It doesn't work as intended.

Riddle holds his head in his hands, elbows propped on the marble surface of the island. In the Heartslabyul kitchen, where everything smells so sugary sweet, he cries. He's never felt more lost.

Riddle can't avoid you forever. That same day he approaches you and tells you that if you're so determined to keep the baby you will have to convince him. Whether that's by powerpoint or bribery (at this point he's desperate to adopt your views, so please, by all means, bribe him with sweets and let him drown in sugar so that he can ignore the looming threat of his mother back home), he's willing to hear you out. It's only fair, and if the two of you can reach a decision (preferably as soon as possible) he can start planning ahead. You're not sure how you should go about convincing him, so in the meantime Riddle resolves to read up on pregnancy, if only to further educate himself.

He scours the library for information and finds Lilia who is, arguably, as ancient as some of these textbooks and might be a reliable source of information. Riddle doesn't intend to tell him anything, but when Lilia offers to aid him in what he notes looks like a "very important search" Riddle submits.

It doesn't take Lilia long to put a few clues together when Riddle tells him he's looking for books about child care and pregnancy. It also doesn't take him long to theorize who might be carrying a child. For some reason Riddle feels ashamed as he quietly admits the truth, thus confirming all of Lilia's suspicions. Somehow telling Lilia this feels like telling a parent or an adult or some authority figure; he expects a scolding. Instead Lilia smiles warmly and tells Riddle that children are like miracles: sometimes you can plan for them and other times you cannot, but what's most miraculous is the bond forged between those who raise a child. They are tough work and you might encounter many troubles and doubts along the way. But if you can look for happiness in miraculous, magical mistakes, you will find love. Riddle stares at him, dumbfounded. Is Lilia really just a third year?

The first time you try to convince him is with a poorly assembled slideshow displaying the benefits of keeping the child. "Think of the cute clothes we can get!" you say, to which Riddle responds with, "Think of the expenses, (Name)." You are not one to give up, puffing your cheeks out at him. He rolls his eyes, but he sits up straight and continues to listen, watching as you click through images of firsts. First loose tooth. First day of school. First drawing. First handprint and footprint. First word. First laugh. The list is endless, apparently, and so is Riddle's sanity as he endures it. But he's smiling as he watches your wild gesticulations.

The second time you try to convince him is just as bad, if not worse, than the first time. "Riddle me this, Riddle," you say while he's in the middle of studying. He does not want to riddle you anything, but he listens anyway. He always does. "You plus me equals..."

"That is not a riddle. That's an equation," he corrects, not yet taking his eyes off the page. "And it equals trouble. Nothing good."

You're silent for too long, so finally he turns to look at you. Your eyes are glued to your phone. Riddle furrows his brow. Did he say something wrong? Was he too mean?

"All right, I got it! Riddle me this. One plus one equals three."

"Again, another equation."

"Not true! This article says it's a pregnancy riddle, not an equation."

"Did you...look up riddles?"

"Pregnancy riddles, yes. They're not really good."

Riddle scrubs at his face, suddenly weary. "Three is too big a number."

"Maybe for you, but not for me."

There should only be two, he thinks. You and me. But even that is a troublesome combination.

The third time you try to convince him is with a box of mini tarts, all in various flavors. He peers at them and then at you. You're rocking back and forth on your heels, eagerly awaiting his reaction. When he doesn't immediately give one, you groan and sink into the chair beside him. "Can I please keep the baby?"

Riddle snorts through a laugh and then clears his throat, neutralizes his amused expression, and says, "Resorting to begging already? And you were so confident last week."

You huff and slouch in your seat. He intends to correct you, but then you're stuffing a tart in his mouth. "I would look cute pregnant, wouldn't I?" you ask, batting your eyelashes and catching him so off guard he chokes on his bite of tart. Riddle sputters, his face the color of roses, and stands from his chair, promptly excusing himself.

You are a nuisance, but he agrees. You would look very cute.

The fourth time you try to convince him is with the help of Trey. "Trey can make the sweets for the baby shower," you say. Your grip on Trey's forearm suggests he is not a willing participant in...whatever this is, but it has Riddle quirking a fond smile.

He folds his arms across his chest and glances between you and Trey, his next words addressing the latter. "You would do that?"

Trey grins boyishly and responds with, "If I had to."

You tut at him. "Trey, we rehearsed this. You're supposed to say, 'I'll make a strawberry tart so big it'll need to sit on two tables.'"

Riddle's laughter surprises both you and Trey, and as he wipes an invisible tear from his eye, he says with a playful smirk, "I'll hold you to it when the time comes, Trey."

As he makes his graceful departure, he hears your disbelieving exclamation: "Do you think it worked?!"

The fifth time you try to convince Riddle is in the bedroom. You're lying on your side, peering at him with a silly, sex-drunk smile. "What if we got married?"

"We have to," he mumbles absentmindedly, his mind replaying the past few minutes in a loop. He wonders if he was too rough. He doesn't want to hurt the baby... What is he thinking? There's still time to get rid of it. It doesn't matter if he was rough (it does; he's worrying).

"Really?" Your eyes are blown wide. "You'd actually marry me?"

Riddle gazes at you, collecting context clues to comprehend your angle. "I should be asking you that question."

"Why? I would marry you, not your mother."

"You might as well be, though," he mutters bitterly, glaring at the canopy that envelops his bed. "I'm aware she is not an ideal in-law."

"Then we'll run away. You, me, and Baby Riddle."

"That is a horrible name." He peers at you, his features softening. "We're not calling the baby Baby Riddle."

"Why not? It's cute."

"Hardly." His gaze travels to your stomach. Soon you'll show and when you're round enough it'll be impossible to hide this secret. "Well... Humor me. Where would we go if we ran away?"

"Anywhere you'd like." He opens his mouth to stop your wild imagination, but you beat him to it. "'Think of the expenses, (Name)!' Just hear me out. Anywhere could mean anywhere, but it could also mean nowhere. And maybe nowhere is our anywhere."

Riddle chuckles. "You sound just like Che'nya."

"Do you think he knows?"

"Possibly."

"Really?"

"He's anywhere and nowhere."

"Cheeky..." You shuffle closer to him, pressing your forehead against his. "So cheeky."

Riddle wants to say it. He wants to empty his heart right here, right now. He loves you and, though it took some time to warm up to the idea, he wants to start a family with you. He wants to be more than friends. He wants to marry you and experience all of your child's firsts alongside you. It doesn't matter if his mother disapproves because this is arguably the best mistake he's made in a while. A miraculous, magical mistake.

Before you can swallow the words in a kiss, he blurts them hastily. "I... I love you." But there's more, and perhaps he's confined himself in a misleading dream when reality and encroaching worries melt away. But he needs to tell you. "And I... I really want to be a father. A-And I want you to be a mother! I don't care about what others will say anymore. Admittedly, it was...fun to misbehave with you that night. It certainly wasn't responsible, but I enjoyed it. Far more than I should have." That last part is murmured, but you catch it. Riddle finds your hands under the covers and squeezes them. "You've convinced me. I'd like to start a family with you."

You smile and then tears are spilling and then you're smiling again. He knows he's crying because his eyes are wet and glassy, and for a while the two of you cling to each other, sobbing about everything and nothing, laughing through blubbery cries.

And Riddle realizes three isn't a big number. Rather, it's a pleasant number. Not perfect because nothing truly is, but it's more than enough for him. And that's really all that matters right now.

#twisted chit chat #tw: pregnancy

[mageofseven]

Our Child: My Turn

Beel Mpreg

Okay, sorry the title isn't that great; I didn't really know what to call this series, if I'm honest 😅

I hope you enjoy it and think it's better than the title though~

Also! I had to write some set up in here to explain how Beel gets pregnant, which isn't too interesting, but necessary since this is the first part of the series.

I promise that I'll be able to get to the good parts alot quicker with the other guys, but I needed to explain how this was possible in this series lol

So yeah! @astroseuss it's done!

I hope everyone enjoys this~

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MC knew how badly he wanted kids...that's why she hasn't really been engaging in the conversations her boyfriend would bring up about them.

Beel wanted nothing more than to be a daddy...and he'd be a great one. One of the best! The human didn't doubt that one bit.

Nor did she dislike the idea of being a mama. Kids are very sweet and just the idea of her and Beel having their own was a beautiful thing...

But pregnancy was a scary thing; giving birth even scarier. And that was between two human parents! To carry a half demon baby...she just knew so much could go wrong.

Always leaving when Beel brought the topic up, one that meant so much to him, really hurt the big guy and his Muffin hated it. She hated hurting him, but also didn't want to disappoint him... didn't want him to leave her.

What if he wanted kids so much that this was a deal breaker for him?

People break up with their partners for a lot less, but having kids? Some people see that as a fundamental part of relationships and life in general.

To lose Beel because of her fear? The human couldn't bear it. She loves him. He is her whole world; MC didn't think she could survive it if he left her

...at the same time, she knew this couldn't go on forever. She was hurting him and he deserved so much better.

"I'm sorry..." MC hung her head after she broke the news to her boyfriend.

"I know how badly you wanna be a dad. But I can't be the one to give that to you. Pregnancy is scary enough in the human way, but with a demon baby... there's just too many unknowns and I don't feel safe."

Tears started falling from her eyes.

"If you need to leave me for this, please do. I want you to--"

Suddenly she was pulled into a tight bear hug by her boyfriend. A tight one. Honestly, the human thinks she heard her back crack from the embrace.

"B-Beel..."

The man quickly released his hold on her, revealing tears in his own eyes.

"I never meant to push this on you." He told his girlfriend. "I didn't think about how hard it would be on your body. I'm sorry."

The demon held her once more, but this time was much more gentle.

"I'd never leave you. I want to be a dad but...if you don't want to be a mom then it's not worth it."

MC shook her head.

"Beel, I want kids just as much as you. I just... can't handle the process of making them."

The man leaned down and kissed his Muffin.

"Maybe we can find another way." He hoped aloud. "But...I won't force you into anything."

The human gave her boyfriend a sad smile.

"I know, big guy."

Like with most problems the man has, Beel talked this over with his twin, who was actually surprised; not because of the issue, but because he actually knew something about it.

Apparently, he noticed Satan reading a book on magical pregnancies just yesterday so the sloth demon recommended talking to him about what he knows.

And he did. At first, the blonde wasn't sure how to help the gluttony demon though.

Yes, Satan did finished that exact book yesterday that Belphie mentioned, but it was mostly filled with theoretical magick concepts for pregnancies or ones that were incredibly circumstantial, like how Lucifer gave birth to him.

Yet he did have another book on a similar topic he had yet to open so he told the other demon that he would read it and let him know if there was anything useful in it for him and MC.

The blonde approached him later that day with a method he believed could be useful to them, but Beel still worried about the process.

It was a ritual spell that required an initial carrier who, at minimum, needed to be 8 weeks along before transferring the pregnancy to their partner

Meaning that MC would still have to start the pregnancy, carry their child for the first two months at least before her boyfriend could take over and carry their child to term.

The redhead didn't like this and felt guilty just for thinking about this.

I mean, his Muffin explicitly told him that she never wants to be pregnant so to turn around and essentially ask 'Well, can you do it for just a little while?' felt so selfish, so dismissive of her fear.

After some coaxing from his twin, the big guy eventually does bring it up to his girlfriend

And though still scared...MC really wanted to make Beel a daddy.

So to hear that she just had to start off the pregnancy and not be forced to be the one to give birth? It felt like the best offer she could ever get.

When the two started trying for their baby, Beel was incredibly gentle and slow with her. He could still see the anxiety in her eyes and always reminded her that they can stop anytime.

But she kept things going; she loved this man so much that she needed this to work.

So when they discovered MC was pregnant, the human was just as happy as she was scared. Beel spoiled and comforted her the entire two months, especially when she dealt with morning sickness.

When the woman finally hit the 8 week mark, she was more than ready to get this child out of her.

With the help of Satan, the two were prepped for the ritual.

It took place in Beel's room. The blonde drew various runes on their bodies, from their chests to their arms and, most importantly, on their lower stomach area.

At this point, MC only had the slightest pouch, the only physical sign on her body that suggested a child could be inside her at this early stage. Still, Satan was extra gentle as he drew the rune in this spot.

Next step was to be pressed together, torso to torso. This part was subjective and gave the couple the freedom of choice on how they wanted to do this.

The two settled on Beel sitting on his bed with MC on his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist. He hugged her close, keeping them stomach to stomach, and lightly scratched her back in order to comfort the anxious human.

Satan performed the spell on them, causing each rune to glow green with a strangely warm sensation.

MC's breathing became difficult to manage; it wasn't pain she was feeling, but something so foreign and so uncomfortable that it overwhelmed her body.

Beel hugged her tighter to his body, whispering into her ear how good she was doing and that it would just take a minute or two longer.

Eventually, that strange sensation left MC's body and suddenly, Beel himself could feel it in the pit of his stomach.

His breath hitched and he buried his face in his Muffin's hair, letting the scent of her comfort him through this feeling.

Finally, Satan's chanting ended and subsequently, so did the rune glowing and that strange feeling in his stomach.

Beel kissed his girlfriend's hair before the two pulled back from one another. MC's small pouch on her belly was gone, but no one could tell too much had changed on Beel's stomach.

His lower abs seems a bit softer, less defined as they were before, but otherwise nothing seemed different on the man at first.

It wasn't until later that evening when Beel undressed to take a shower that he noticed something else had changed with his body.

The part that should be dangling between his legs was no longer there. Instead, it was replaced with a part much like MC's.

Most men would be upset at losing the part of them they associated their masculinity with, but Beel was nothing but amazed and intrigued with this development.

I guess the spell also prepared an exit for his baby? As he thought about it, the demon could only be grateful that the ritual also took this into account and ultimately accepted his new body part.

He just couldn't help being curious about what other ways his body will change.

As the pregnancy progressed and his belly grew, his baby grew, Beel practically fell in love with his new form.

He started being very, very gentle with himself now that his child was sharing his body. The demon no longer went to the gym since he was worried about putting any strain on his body while his baby was depending on him.

His appetite also increased a lot during this time.

Some days it seemed like Lucifer was ready to pull his hair out over trying to keep the kitchen stocked.

Often it would be filled to the brim and the night would come and Beel would make a kitchen raid.

In the morning, whoever was on breakfast duty would realize that there was no food to cook with.

Beel genuinely felt guilty about this, but his brothers always forgave him. After all, he's the Avatar of Gluttony and he's pregnant. Of course this was going to happen.

Whenever he got too upset about this, the pregnant man would cuddle in bed with his girlfriend and MC would make it all okay.

"Lucifer looked so stress..."

"I know, I know. It's okay though." MC laid her hand on his cheek. "He's not mad at you; it's not your fault."

"Belphie almost didn't get to eat breakfast..."

"But he did." The woman gave him a soft smile. "Because of you, Luce ordered food from Belphie's favorite restaurant and he got to eat his favorite meal"

"But he had to wait..."

Oh Beely. This man knew how hard it was to wait for food so he was really being sensitive about it.

MC leaned in and gave her boyfriend a sweet kiss before laying her forehead on his.

"It's okay." She repeated softly. "We all still love you and just want you and the baby to be happy and healthy."

She lowered her hand to his belly and the pregnant man did the same.

"You're really amazing, you know that?" She whispered, gently stroking his belly. "You're an amazing man, amazing boyfriend...an amazing Daddy."

Beel smiled back at her, feeling a bit better about things now.

This time, he was the one to lean in and kiss his girlfriend. It was a slow, but sweet; one the couple really took their time with as their hands gently caressed each other's bodies

No matter how insecure he got, MC was always able to comfort him and remind him of how wonderful he was. He was a loving man who always put those around him first after all.

Between no longer exercising and eating more food than he ever has, the man's belly grew quickly, but his family knew there had to be more to the growth than that.

That's when they decided to have Satan use the rune I've talked about in many other stories. It was drawn around his belly button and Satan laid his hands over it to collect the info.

That's when they discovered that Beel was carrying twins.

Oh how the couple cried tears of joy!

"Muffin... twins!" The man hugged his girlfriend in a tight embrace.

A bit too tight, but the woman still smiled and hugged the big guy back.

Once he pulled back, both of them realized just how hard they were both crying.

The couple had the same idea of kissing the other's tears away.

Unfortunately, this resulted in the two butting their noses together, which caused them to laugh before more carefully leaning into each other for a kiss.

They spent a lot time after that just talking to Beel's belly, to their twins, and telling them just how insanely loved they are and how they just can't wait to meet them.

Beel couldn't bear to take his hands off his belly the entire day; he couldn't help it. He wanted to be as close to his daughters as possible, as if them literally being inside of his him wasn't enough.

(I just found out my keyboard can make things like this??? So I guess I'm keeping it here lol)

When the pregnancy reached its end and Beel started feeling contractions, the man just... didn't recognize them?

As in, he definitely felt them, acknowledged them, thought 'dang those sucks' and just moved on with his freaking day 😂

Because it just didn't compute in his brain that they were contractions instead of just weird ass cramps

And this big guy had a pretty good pain tolerance so he suffered through these all day before he even expressed the slightest hint that he was in pain.

Belphie was the first one to notice something was up with his twin and brought it up at dinner.

"I'm fine." He told the table since all eyes were on him.

"You sure?"

Beel nodded before bringing more food to his mouth and chewing.

"Yeah, just been having some cramps today."

The whole table went silent.

That's when they noticed the big guy's breath hitch before rubbing his lower belly.

"Beely..." MC said carefully. "I think we should get you to a bed, just in case."

"Can I finish my plate first?"

....

"Sure, big guy..." 😮‍💨😅

Beel made quick work of his plate, but boy was his family tense.

Afterwards, MC took Beel into his room and kept him comfortable.

Eventually, his water broke and the contractions became too strong, even for him.

MC would periodically check his progress, but mostly laid in the bed and held her pained boyfriend.

She'd stroke his hair kiss his face anytime even the slightest wince was expressed.

Beel handle this pain as quietly as possible; not because he felt pressured to, but because it was more or less how he was conditioned to handle pain while growing up.

MC held him close and praised him sweetly, telling him it will all be okay and their twins couldn't wait to meet to meet their Daddy.

When the first daughter started crowning, the man's tears became thicker and he actually aloud himself to scream in pain at the burn.

MC checked below and had to help her boyfriend get the the baby's horns through in order for him to progress.

After that, it became a bit easier for the man.

His girlfriend comforted him through his time pushing out the shoulders and once he pushed the baby out far enough, the human was able to help tug the first baby out of him

And just like that, Arsenia was born.

Since her old sister stretched the way for her, Anais was birthed quicker and easier as well.

MC had the girls cleaned and wrapped up before handing one off to her anxious boyfriend.

With Arsenia in his arms and Anais in MC's, both parents wept happily.

"You did it, Beely." MC sniffled before leaning down and kissing the tired man's forehead.

Beel nodded, smiling before suddenly staring at her with these big sad eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh Beely Boy." She wiped some fresh tears from his face. "About what?"

"I just..." The shook his head be brushing a finger over Arsi's thin patch of hair. "I expected you to go through this for me before..."

"It's okay." The human assured him. "It's okay; you didn't know, not fully. It's not your fault."

"I love you, Muffin."

MC let out a small laugh.

"I love you too, Beely."

The two leaned in for one last kiss before showing their daughters in endless love.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me beelzebub #obey me mc #obey me beel x mc #mpreg

[peonierose]

Wildflower

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Keiki Lahela (F!MC) x Koa Haulani (M!OC)

Words: 4,000+

Rating: Teen. A few curse words.

Summary: Keiki who still struggles with trusting guys and entering a new relationship after Dylan broke her heart, meets someone new. Will she give Koa a chance or will she let her fear of getting hurt win and therefore miss out on a great connection with Koa?

A/N: This is my submission for @springfeverpitch Thank you for giving us the chance to write amazing stories. So my base is 1st base. My word is lipgloss (it will be in color) and my sentence is "I thought you might like (blank), so I brought you some."

Sidenote: Thank you to these wonderful ladies without whom my story would’ve never be finished @annieruok94 💚 @txemrn 💚@socalwriterbee 💚 Thanks so much 💚

Two months ago…

Keiki

I was standing in front of a big oval mirror, putting on some lip gloss. The tube says coral crush. It’s my favorite.

My best friend Alexis, or Lexi for short, and I got ready at her place for a college party at the boy's fraternity house.

It’s the last party to ring in the semester finals.

Apparently there’s going to be plenty of hot guys and

»You should let go and get a groove on«

Lexis' words, not mine.

I chose a black satin halter-neck dress with a soft flaring skirt. It ended at the knees. I paired my dress with my favorite heeled ankle boots with pearl studs.

Making me a bit taller than my 5‘5 feet.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this carefree and good. If my brother could see me now in my dress, I smiled.

Luna would just tell him to let me have fun, and he’d shake his head and yell ”Have fun, but please don’t get pregnant. I’m not ready to become an uncle yet.“

I love my brother, and now that we’ve repaired our relationship? He’s my rock. Any time I need advice, I can go to him.

I learned to trust him again and to forgave him, though we did come a long way to trusting each other once more.

It’s like Bryce said, ”Holding on to the past is painful. You should learn how to let go of the pain.“

I smiled at that. Because he’s right. Not that I’m going to tell him that. My brother's ego is already big enough, no need to inflate it even more.

I looked around Lexi's room for my little black and white striped purse. When I saw it, I took it and walked down the stairs, where Lexi was waiting for me.

”Looking good, Keiks.“ Lexi winks.

I rolled my eyes at her, and she laughed, snorted at the end.

She grinned at me and grabbed her car keys. When we’re inside the car, I wanted to put on a Britney Spears song.

But her next words stopped me.

”No Britney Spears songs. Last time we rode in the car together, you and Luna were singing Britney songs all the damn time. Please, no more Britney.“

I gasped.

”Really? I thought you liked her songs?“

”I lied. I didn’t want to say anything. Because you were having so much fun. But after listening to so many of her songs, I’ve gotta say it’s a no for me.“

I shook my head and grinned as I put on Shake it off by Taylor Swift.

Alexis laughed.

”That’s a song I approve of. This is why we’re best friends.“

I shook my head laughing.

The soft, salty breeze wafted through our hair and through the open sunroof of Lexi’s purple Jeep.

I lifted my hands up in the air as Alexis and I sang along to Taylor Swift's song – Shake it off.

A short drive later, we arrived at the party.

Alexis put the Jeep in park, turned off the ignition, and we got out.

Once outside, I stared at this huge beige painted house that sat on a freshly manicured lawn, surrounded by palm trees and hibiscus bushes. Making the night smell like a flower garden.

Several cars are already parked outside. People are milling on the lawn, drinking and laughing, when we arrived.

Looks like there wasn’t enough space to fit everyone.

Alexis and I exchanged a look and then just shrugged as we walked towards the entrance and almost got run over by a group of girls in neon bikinis.

Lexi and jumped out of the way.

So, this is what mayhem in the form of a college party looks like.

”Damn. Not what I expected.“ Lexi whistled.

I grinned as we got inside and saw people dancing everywhere on a makeshift dance floor.

One guy tried to grab my ass a mere second ago. I pushed his hand away. What a jerk.

If I wanted to be touched, I don’t want it to be some drunk person. Who won’t even remember tonight and is just trying to score.

”Lexi! Keiki!“ A redhead squealed. It’s Maren. She’s super nice. We've all hung out before. She’s followed by Trina, Malia and Ailani.

”So glad you guys came. It would’ve been a snooze fest without you.“

She gave me and Lexi a hug and then dragged us deeper into the crowd.

Lexi points to the stage where they’re setting up a karaoke station.

”Oh my god. A karaoke station! I’ll go and sign us up.“

I sighed and can’t even get a word out.

Maren and the others grin.

”Looks like it’s going to be karaoke night later,“ she grinned at all of us.

Lexi came back, grinning widely. Not revealing what song she chose. Making my nerves flutter in anticipation.

When it’s time for us to sing, my knees shook a little because I’m really not into big crowds. I never was.

A mic turned on and a tall guy with long black hair grinned at all of us. His blue eyes sparkled with joy.

”Alright. Alright. Looks like we’ve got our first round of beautiful ladies ready to sing a song. So, what are you going to serenade us with?“

He grinned at Lexi who winked at him.

”Shoutout to my Ex by Little Mix,“ she said.

”We’re singing what?“ I whispered loudly next to Lexi.

”Just relax. It’s a good song. Try to have a good time.“

”Lexi, I’m serious. Of all the songs you could’ve picked…“ I spluttered.

”Trust me Keiks, you need this cathartic moment.“ Lexi grinned softly at me.

My friends gave me an encouraging smile and nod. And some of my nerves settled a little.

As the first tunes came on I needed a second to get into the song, but once I did, all nerves just fell away, and I actually enjoyed myself together with my friends.

Koa

Frat parties aren’t really my scene. I prefer smaller gatherings to large ones.

I came because friends of mine tried to get me out of my funk.

Not only that, but I’ve been tired and restless lately, so they begged me to come to this party.

As my best friend Keanu pointed out earlier this morning

»Dude. Get out of your house. Stop studying. And just let loose, you need to get laid man.«

Subtle as always.

I chuckled to myself. I’m glad I have him by my side. He always knows when to kick my ass and get me out of my bubble.

So, here I am. At a party that’s already in full swing.

I squeezed all my 6‘2 feet through the crowd. As I tried to find some space where I can actually move around and not get elbowed in the ribs all the damn time.

As I get further into the crowd, I can see there’s a stage where some girls are singing karaoke.

About to walk away, I noticed one of the girls singing.

That dress! Flowing like a river and hugging all the right places.

Her brown hair flings back and forth as she’s singing a song by Little Mix?

My sister loves that band, that's how I even know the song.

I keep walking up to the front, so I’m closer to the stage. To have an unobstructed view of the girl who’s singing.

»I swear you'll never bring me down«

»Shout out to my ex, you're really« quite the man«

»You made my heart break and that made me who I am«

»Here's to my ex, hey, look at me now«

»Well, I'm I'm all the way up«

»I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down«

The other girls are hugging each other as they sing what seem to be the last lines.

I don’t even notice the other girls. It’s as if they faded into the background.

Because I only have eyes for the brunette.

Who is she? And how come I haven’t seen her before on campus? Maybe because I live off-campus?

There’s something underneath that radiant smile of hers that is pulling me in.

Perhaps it’s the sadness with the last notes. It’s as if her brown eyes are saying, please don’t hurt my heart.

Because I can tell that this song means a lot more to her than to the other girls on stage.

I ask myself who hurt her like that? As if my heart pulls me closer to her only to say »You’re safe with me.«

Pulled out of my thoughts by my best friend's voice.

”So that was a good start. Thank you to Lexi, Keiki, Trina, Malia and Ailani for this wonderful performance. So, who’s up next?“ Keanu said, his brown eyes sparkled, and he pushed his black hair out of his face.

I grinned when I saw my best friend on stage.

He pointed to each girl on stage. Then he pointed to the girl I was looking at.

Keiki. The name rolled off my tongue. It’s a beautiful name and it fits her.

I smiles as I made my way through the crowd. I really needed to find an opportunity to ask her out. Even if it’s just to dance tonight. I know I’ll regret it if I don’t.

If life has taught me anything? It’s to take chances. Even if it doesn’t work out the way you wanted it to. At least you can say you gave it your all.

Keiki

I got off-stage, and I knew I look med like a sweaty mess. I'm so thirsty, I knew I would rather not touch the alcohol they had to offer. I’m in need of water.

”I’m going to get me some water. You want some?“

Lexi shook her head.

”I’m good.“

”Alright. I’ll be right back.“

I navigated myself through the crowd as I tried to locate the kitchen in this giant house. It’s more like a maze than a house.

Meanwhile, I moved around drunk people, which is a sport in and of itself.

When I got to the kitchen, I push med the white wooden door open. Thankfully, there’s no one in here.

When I shut the door to the kitchen, the noise of the party was a little muted. Which gave me time to catch my breath.

I’m about to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, when I heard the door opened again.

I turned around and did a double take when I saw the guy who walked in.

Cold air from the fridge blasted onto my face, as I’m holding on to the fridge door.

The water bottle I grabbed almost slipped out of my hands.

Where the hell did this guy come from? I haven’t seen him around. I had to look up, since he’s at least 6‘2 feet tall.

I swear, he looks like a real version of Ken.

Blond hair, bright sea green eyes, chiseled jaw.

He wore ripped jeans and a stark white shirt that stood out on his tan skin.

While I still stood there like an idiot. Unmoving. Mouth wide open and stared at him, like I’ve never seen a guy before, I try to mentally slap myself and to get out of my funk.

”Hi.“ He said as he walked closer.

Up close, his eyes looked as colorful as the green Severum fish. The rich green hue of the fish reminded me of this guy's eyes.

We’ve had a whole chapter on fish close to the end of the semester, so that’s why it’s so fresh in my mind.

”Hey.“ I waved nervously. Trying to smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.

Can you say first awkward conversation? Get it together, Keiki. You’ve seen guys before.

But holy shit, none of them are like him.

”Did you try to escape the crowd too?“

I grinned, licking my lips.

”That obvious?“ I played with a strand of my hair. A nervous habit of mine. I’m usually not like one of those giggly girls, but for some reason he brings that out in me.

He walked over and reached around me to grab a water bottle from the still open fridge, his arm slightly brushed against my shoulder.

I got goosebumps all over my body, not just because of the cold air but because of skin on skin contact.

His cologne wafted towards me. Reminding me of the fresh and clean ocean.

He took a water bottle for himself and closed the fridge with a snap, making me pay attention to his next words.

”It’s not that. I wondered why a gorgeous girl like you would hide in here.“

I scoffed.

”I’m not hiding. I was getting some water for myself.“

”Sure.“

He nodded slowly and took a sip of his water.

Damn. Why does everything he does look sexy? Why can’t he be unattractive? It’d be easier not to like him.

He grinned as if he caught me staring at him. I blushed and looked away.

”I’m Koa by the way.“

”I’m Keiki.“

”Yeah, I saw you on stage. Great voice.“

”Oh…thank you. I was so nervous, but eventually, I had a lot of fun.“

I grinned at him, and he grinned back, two dimples showing in his cheeks.

Oh my god! I love dimples. I can’t stop looking at him. Feeling a magical pull.

But I tried to be careful, I didn’t want to fall for a pretty face. Only to get hurt again.

My spine stiffened and I leaned on the kitchen counter next to the fridge.

Hopefully, he didn’t notice anything about my posture changing.

The water bottle, half drunk, dangled from his fingertips.

”Do we have some classes together?“

He asked me and I thought back to my schedule. But I can't think of any classes I shared with Koa. I shook my head.

”I don’t think so. What’s your major?“ I asked.

”Marine biology.“

”Ah got it. That’s why our paths haven’t crossed. I’m studying to become a vet.“

He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

”No way! Damn that’s cool. But it’s a lot right?“

I nodded and laughed.

”It’s okay. The first semester was tough. Although I’m actually ahead of my reading schedule. And its fun. My brother is a surgeon. Becoming a vet felt more like my calling.“

He smiled softly, and it transformed his whole face from a pretty boy to a gorgeous guy.

I’m left speechless for a few seconds.

I smiled slowly and Koa grinned back.

”Smart and beautiful. Dangerous combo.“

My smile faded.

”If you’re trying to score, try again.“

His grin fell.

Oh, shit. I shouldn’t have said that. As I’m trying to scramble for another reply, his next words hit me.

”I was serious. I don’t give out compliments if I don't mean them.“

I raised my eyebrows.

”I…wasn’t trying to insinuate anything. It’s just… I’ve…“

He moved closer, making me want to move away. But I’m not able to escape his eyes. Which are full of understanding.

”No need to explain. I get it. When you’re ready, you can tell me. I can wait.“

”When?“

”You didn’t think I’d not ask you out, did you?“

”I could’ve said no. I just met you.“

He grinned.

”Something tells me you’re far too curious not to at least see if you like me.“

”Hmm. You think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?“

”I don’t think I’ve got you figured out at all. I don’t judge or assume something about others. I let time be the judge. People sometimes need time before they’re ready to share certain things, and that’s okay.“

A slow smile spread on my face, but I tried to tone it down.

”Let that smile spread. I’d love to see it.“

I grinned.

”There it is. You shouldn’t be scared to let others see it.“

My stomach took this moment to grumble loudly.

Koa laughed.

”Looks like someone is hungry.“

I turned beet red.

”Yeah. I…uh…forgot to eat earlier…“

He shook his head.

”We can’t have that. Let’s see what this kitchen has to offer. Unless the guys have eaten everything. Which wouldn’t surprise me.“

”Do you live here?“

”Would you judge me if I said yes?“

He turned his head and grinned at me.

”I wouldn’t. I was just curious.“ I said defensively.

”Relax. I’m just messing with you, Keiki. My best friend Keanu lives here. I live off-campus. I visit him from time to time here. But he usually hangs out at my place.“

”What about you?“

”I live off-campus too. I live with my brother and his fiancé.“

I took off my heels and hopped on the counter. My feet dangled in the air.

”Sounds good. And you save money by not having to pay for your own place.“

He opened the cupboards and got out a couple of bags and put them on the counter.

”Looks like I found our dinner. We have a fine selection of chips. Sour cream and onion, bacon. And salt and vinegar. And my personal favorite, Hawaiian Hurricane popcorn.“

I looked at him and when I saw the colorful bag, I almost sighed. It’s my favorite snack.

”You’re kidding? I love Hawaiian Hurricane popcorn. I always add…“

”…spicy cheese dip.“

We said at the same time and then laughed.

”Oh my god, I thought I was the only one who eats it this way. Can we check if there’s any?“

”Way ahead of you,“ he said.

He stepped closer to me until his jeans grazed against my bare legs. Making me shiver.

He handed me a jar of spicy cheese dip.

”God, I haven’t eaten this in a while.“ I sighed in bliss.

”I used to eat this so much my parents had to hide it from me.“

”My brother who eats his gross oatmeal tells me how Hurricane popcorn and spicy cheese dip is gross?“

I grinned as I dipped my popcorn into the cheese.

He stopped eating for a second to stare at me.

”You’re mocking oatmeal? Oatmeal is actually good for you.“

When I just stared at him.

”To each their own.“ He winked at me.

”Good answer.“

We kept eating popcorn until the whole bag is empty.

”Damn that was good.“ He said and I nodded. Licking my lips.

My lip gloss is completely gone by the time we’re finished.

His eyes wandered to my lips. And I felt my heart racing in my chest. My breath caught in my throat.

He moved closer until he’s only inches away from my lips. I can feel his breath on mine.

”You’ve got something right here…“

He wiped away some cheese dip from the corner of my mouth and licked it away.

”Thanks,“ my voice came out breathless.

”You’re welcome.“ His voice is deeper than before.

He brushed a strand of my hair and put it behind my left ear.

I don’t know who leaned in first, but I gripped him by his shirt collar to pull him closer to me.

He put his hands on my legs, leaning towards me.

At first, it was a feather-light touch of our lips.

His lips are soft and warm against mine. He tasted faintly of salt and cheese from the Hurricane popcorn.

I pushed my hand through his soft hair, pulling him closer.

As he let his hand wander to my neck. Cradling it. Deepening the kiss in turn.

We were both reaching for each other. Wanting more. I’ve never felt this way before.

Needing him like my next gulp of water.

We both break apart for what seems like hours.

We both breathed heavier and just tried to gather our thoughts.

When the silence stretched on for too long, he put both of his hands on my cheek and gave me a soft kiss on my temple.

Feeling a warmth spread through my stomach. A sensation I haven’t encountered yet. It’s as if I’m coming home.

And that’s when the panic settled in.

As if he felt it, he put a finger on my still swollen lips.

”You don’t have to say anything.“

I kept staring at him.

”We’ll figure out what we feel when we’re ready.“

I nodded at him. Not able to utter a word about what just happened.

Suddenly, the door opened and both Koa and I jumped at the sound. Making me grip his bicep.

When I saw it’s Lexi, I breathed out.

I thought it might be a drunk person mistaking the kitchen for the bathroom.

I hopped off from the counter as Lexi came inside. She saw me and Koa still close together.

Me, still gripping his bicep, blushing furiously. I let my hand fall.

A big grin spread across Lexi’s face.

”Oops, looks like I’ve interrupted you guys.“

Koa and I stared everywhere, just not at each other. Too caught up in what happened mere seconds ago.

Alexis broke the silence.

”I’m Alexis. Keiki‘s best friend. We come as a package deal.“

Koa chuckled, totally caught off guard.

”Nice to meet you. I’m Koa.“

He winces. Lexi must’ve tightened her grip. I shook my head, not able to hide my grin.

”Just to tell you. If you hurt Keiki. I’ll hurt you where it really hurts,“ she smiled sweetly.

Koa coughed.

”Alright. But I think Keiki can take care of herself. She seems like a strong girl.“ He said with a strong sense of confidence.

Both Alexis and I raised our eyebrows. Alexis slowly grinned as she turns to me.

”I like him, Keiks. He’s not stupid. And he’s nice to look at. You’ve got that whole Ken vibe going.“

Koa turned to me, and I just shrugged, still not able to meet his gaze. So, I looked at a point over his shoulder.

”Hey, don’t look at me,“ I retorted. But then I gave in and looked at him.

He smiled and his aquamarine eyes danced with delight.

He’s about to leave, but then turned back and got out his phone.

”Mind if we swap phone numbers?“

Alexis put her arm around my shoulders.

”Of course she doesn’t mind.“ I elbowed her and she laughed.

”What she said. I don’t mind.“

I untangled myself from Alexis and Koa and I exchanged numbers.

He grinned and he’s out the door.

When he’s gone. I turned to Lexi and we both squealed and danced around.

When the door opens again, we turned around only to see Koa who grabbed his water bottle next to the fridge.

”Forgot this. Nice dance moves, by the way, Keiki.“ He winked at me.

Alexis and I pressed our lips together. When he’s gone again we sat down on the kitchen floor and I leaned my head on Lexi’s shoulder.

”Oh my god. See? I told you that you‘d meet a hot guy. You should listen to me more often.“

”Yeah. You were. I won’t make a habit out of telling you that you were right. Otherwise, your ego will get ginormous.“

Lexi laughed and pulled her knees closer together. I put my hand around her knees and she squeezed my hand.

”According to my sister and brother, my ego is already big enough. But thanks, I appreciate hearing I helped you out. And who knows, maybe you can thank me at your wedding for bringing you two together.“

I snorted.

”Let’s not jump ahead. Koa and I just met. I don’t want to plan so far ahead.“

She turned her head and looked at me as if she picked up on something in my voice.

”What’s wrong Kei? Are you scared?“

I put my hand against my stomach, leaned against the cupboard and hugged my knees.

Not wanting to admit that, the way Dylan ended our relationship over a text, still haunts me.

The pain lessened. But all the memories, kisses and hugs we shared? Yeah, it’s still there and sneaks up on me from time to time.

I try not to think too much about Dylan. I’ve moved on. Though, I’ve been hesitant to go out with anyone.

It’s been over two years since I moved to Honolulu with my brother and his fiancé, Luna.

I’ve gotten better, being surrounded by family. But every time I meet a guy I actually like? I get scared he’ll hurt me like Dylan did.

So, that’s why I’m so hesitant to let anyone in. However I want to try to be more open-minded to new relationships.

From what I’ve seen so far, Koa seems really nice. And his kisses are fantastic.

Alexis bumps my shoulder, making me come out of my thoughts.

”Look! Just try to get to know him. Koa is a nice guy. I’ve heard good things about him. And if there’s no connection, then you’ll find someone even better.“

”What would I do without you?“ I said.

Alexis winked at me as she got up and offered me her hand.

”You’d make bad fashion choices.“

I grabbed her hand and stood up.

”Excuse you? I have an excellent fashion sense. Thank you very much.“

She put her head to the side, and together we walked outside the kitchen and joined our friends.

Singing and dancing the night away.

Koa

I’m still in a daze over the kiss with Keiki. Damn, I’m screwed. It’s as if we were trying to brand each other with our kisses.

Not that I’m complaining. I will never forget the way she tasted. And I know I won’t be able to get her out of my mind.

Before walking out of the house, I looked around for my phone and then I cursed. I must’ve left it in the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen, a slow grin spread across my face.

I looked at the counter and saw my phone sitting next to the fridge. I rolled my eyes at my stupidity. Someone could’ve walked in and taken it.

Before I left the kitchen, a little coral orange tube caught my eye.

When I moved closer I could see it’s a tube of lip gloss. I turned the lip gloss around and the back said »Coral Crush«

I grinned and without having to guess, I know it belongs to Keiki. I put it into the back of my jeans pocket.

I’m going to give it back to her when we see each other next time.

Hoping against hope she’ll give me a chance to show her that whoever hurt her the way he did, I’m not him.

I walked out of the house with a lighter spring in my steps.

When I looked up I saw the stars glistened in the midnight sky, and the scent of the hibiscus bushes made me smile.

I’m damn happy to have met Keiki, I have this strange feeling that I’m in for a couple of surprises. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

A week later

Keiki

”Keiks? There’s a package for you,“ my brother said when he entered the kitchen.

I looked up from my phone.

”Thanks.“

I took it from him and when I opened it a small letter fluttered out, together with a tube of lip gloss.

I smiled as I saw my favorite lip gloss on the table.

I took the letter and read it, just to see who got me my favorite lip gloss.

Because I looked everywhere, but I must’ve lost it at the party.

Keiki,

you lost your lip gloss at the party. But since it was almost empty, I thought you might like a new tube of Coral Crush, so I brought you some.

Koa

I finish reading the letter and smile to myself. He spells trouble. But never did I want to be more in trouble than with Koa.

#Wildflower #Keiki Lahela #Koa Haulani #open heart #spring fever pitch

[scruffyssketchbook]

how was old eevolves like?

It was written by an 11 year old. And it shows.

Shun had both Naruto and Avatar powers (he could bend all 4 elements and do Ninja Jutsu/control his chakra). And was a Mary Sue. I focused so much on Shun x May that it seemed like they were the main characters and everyone else was a side character. Eve’s dolls in ssec were in old Eevolves but Ruby owned them. Ofc, no June. Shun made them and they could talk because ofc they can. Sylveon wasn’t a thing when I wrote old Eevolves so Ruby liked Randy and there was no love triangle there. Max was never in the series cause him and his best friend Jax went away to learn ninjutsu from a Naruto ninja master. He wanted to get stronger so April will notice him. Which he did. Ex (or X) was an evil shiny Umbreon named UMBREON X and he was obsessed with Flora and he led a group of shiny Pokémon that terrorized everywhere, and ofc, Mary Shun had to stop him with his cool bad ass Naruto powers. Umbreon X also eventually got April Pregnant. Why April? She had nothing going for her so I thought it’ll bring her back into the story. It didn’t. :V She ended up hiding the baby from everyone. I forgot her son’s name. It’s probably Keith. Keith won’t be in New Eevolves and April is not getting pregnant either. Randy was a runt (like Vay is) and apparently it was Shun’s fault???? Idk. They had a big fight about it (with curse words and all) and Mary Shun with all his edge on display was like “ya…… come with me…….” “Leafeon……. It’s my fault….”. Randy is still oblivious as Ever with how Ruby feels about him, and only realizes when she heard her tell someone else. When he confronts her about this, she lists off the whole cast, saying the Eevolves main characters by their Eeveelution name but every other Eeveelution character by their actual name.

Mary Shun (who was Literally Black from ES but more Emo and Edgy) got super emo around May, so he leaves and May is heart broken for years until a kind Glaceon boy made her happy again and when Shun comes back against his will she still chooses SHUN AND NOT THE CUTE NICE GLACEON BOY WHO HELPED HER THROUGH ALL HER SAD TIMES. (The cute Glaceon character is in new Eevolves too, trying to find a name for him because I don’t remember his old name.) Speaking about Mary Shun, he at the ripe age of 12, had a mate and a child on the way, but both were killed by a Pokémon attack right in front of him (Ofc he killed the Pokémon who did it afterwards) and that is how he became edgy mc Edgelord. Also he borderline hated May and always told her to leave him alone and insulted things she liked. But OFC he had a soft spot for her cause she reminded him of his dead wife *eye roll* literal Tsundere. There is a picture I drew of him and said dead wife, they look like adults. Randy is playing a game with Ruby next to them and they look like literal babies. These characters are NOT THAT FAR IN AGE FROM EACHOTHER. Also ofc there are Eevolves kids too, they have their OWN drama. And one of them ofc is a Ninjutsu master at the ripe age of 4 years old. (Eevolves uses human aging, not SSEC aging btw). Everyone had dead or missing parents. Flora and Max’s parents died in a fire, April and May’s mom died and their dad was missing, Jet never knew his parents, Ruby’s parent abandoned her, Shun and Randy’s parents- are actually alive but Shun disowned them along with his older brother. So they were mostly living on their own. From a young age. No family or cousins or anything. Max evolved into a Jolteon btw.

BRO I JUST FOUND AN IMAGE OF MAY SAYING “WANNA BE THE SANTA IN MY SLEIGH” TO SHUN WUT LOLLLLLLLLLLL HELP I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 11

All of this ofc. Is changing.

I feel like the only thing not changing completely is Jet’s backstory, because HONESTLY. It’s the most grounded. I completely overhauled Shun’s personality, gave April more personality, changed everything with Max, gave them actual parental figures (well not Shun, his Parents stays borderline disowned, but the rest do have parental figures) and in general made the story like- not seem like it was written by a 11 year old.

[ravenadottir]

this ask wasn't supposed to be posted on the day that it was (because of the aave ask, i wanted to be respectful)

Anonymous asked:

Would you want to see fb make any new season 2 content? If so what would you most want to see from them?

you know what i want to see?

fusebox contacting the fan accounts and asking "hey, bestie, quick question, no biggie, answer when you can, hahaha, but we want to continue exploring season 2 for money, 'cause we know everything else we produced is shit, and we would like to hear what you want to see. just like, a quick summon. you can answer here or anywhere else... whenever you can, hahahaha"

and wait for us to reply like

but besides that, i want them to start giving us the stuff they didn't DURING the villa episodes. for instance, beach hut confessions. i would LOOOOOOOOOOVE to see hope's reactions to priya making a pass on noah, or how annoyed lucas is at gary every time crane operator opens his mouth.

how scared and horny rocco was when he first kissed marisol and had to deal with lottie's shit. marisol SHRUGGING when asked about lottie. say what you want, that small girl is the most fearless out of everyone in the villa at that moment.

i would like to see the almost fight during casa amor. what did blake say/do so henrik and lucas brought her back. how shannon managed to scare and excite ibrahim so fast.

i want to see emily, bobby and gary goofing around and making fun of jakub.

hannah's confessionals on the very first day she was back, and how (most likely) bitter she looked when she first saw lottie again.

noah's reaction to two girls making a pass on him on the same day, one of them actually being ballsy as shit and kissing him.

but because i know none of it will happen, a reunion would be cool. but here's the catch, NO PREGNANCY. fuck that shit, i have zero willingness to have a pregnant mc at any given point!

the reunion could be just like, 10 epísodes, divided in 10 weeks, the last one being an actual romantic moment with whoever you married/flirted/are dating, and there could be a heartfelt dialogue and long scene with them, this way we could have anybody there, including the girls they didn't give a good route.

mc being able to interact with everyone (AND THAT WOULD HAVE TO INCLUDE AT LEAST ALL THE OG'S) and some of the casa people and bombshells.

i want to know what they've been up to since the show ended. if hope ever opened her company, if bobby's bakery is bomb as i imagine it is, priya's clothes brand, chelsea's business, rahim possibly talking about his career and brand deals, lucas finally opening his practice, henrik's adventures, noah finally writing (PLEASE MAKE IT CANON FUSEBOX!).

no theme, no weird ass recipes, no murder mystery, just the group dynamics we fell in love with, the characters having dialogues, problems, maybe even a fight, their reactions to their own journeys, all that, you know?

it's TOO MUCH to ask apparently, but fusebox would never.

and if it's just for the sake of putting those poor characters in mustaches and dumb costumes and personalities, i would rather not have anything.

might as well start ruining season 3 characters if you're gonna fuck up on purpose.

#litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #queue

[britswriting]

TikTok Prank Gone Wrong

Summary: Katrina decides she wants to do the pregnancy test TikTok trend where they all do a test and see if anyone is pregnant, but she buys a fake positive pregnancy test and has that be her stick so one of them says pregnant the only thing.. is two say pregnant

Request: No

Warnings: Small angst (?), Fluff, mention of abortion

Cursing: Once. It was an accident- I tried to keep this one shot clean lol

Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!Reader

MC: Katrina Stuart, Y/N

Rate: Safe for all readers

Word Count: 859

A/N: I'm officially posting my work on Tumblr now after years of only writing a certain person on Wattpad - will be posting those later. Kinda scared, so we will see how this goes! Here is an imagine I wrote up last week, and my friend liked it so I decided to share!

Repost/translations: No

You can find this imagine on Wattpad here

Anywhere else, it is reposted without my consent, please report for stolen content!

You can find me here:

Wattpad

Sam and Colby fanpage

“Okay so I’m going to do the tiktok trend where we all pee on a stick and see if anyone is pregnant… The only thing is I bought off Amazon a fake positive test so one of them says positive to welcome the girls into a prank war! Shh!” She showed the pregnancy test before holding her pointer finger up to her mouth.

Katrina told Y/N, Devyn, Xepher, Cassie and Tara to go pee on the pregnancy stick, placing a cup in the middle of the room.

After about 10 minutes, the girls walked down and placed their sticks in the cup.

Everyone waited 5 minutes before Kat grabbed the cup, dumping out the stick.

She showed the sticks one by one before her eyes widened at the positive pregnancy test, quickly spinning around and saying “WHOSE PREGNANT?!” The rest of the girls' eyes went wide, their faces getting red.

“It can’t be me! I haven’t slept with anyone in months!” Xepher announced.

“Shit! Do we need to go buy more pregnancy tests?!” Kat spoke loudly.

“Is it just that one that says positive? Is it just one of us?” Tara asked, motioning to the few that were left to be looked at.

Humoring Tara, Kat grabbed the pregnancy sticks, showing the two negatives, smirking at the camera as she grabbed the third, but much to her surprise, it read positive.

Oh no…

And just like that, this was no longer funny.

“Oh my god!” Kat yelled, staring in disbelief at the pregnancy test. “No! No! No! No! No! No! NO! OH MY GOD” She screamed, the girls huddling around her to see the second pregnancy test reading pregnant.

“NO! WAIT! GUYS! I- WAIT!” Kat yelled, her hands starting to shake. “IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE!” Katrina confessed, confusing the girls.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked and Kat shook her head, the two pregnancy tests in front of her that read pregnant.

“I BOUGHT A FAKE ONE! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PRANK! I bought one off Amazon that said pregnant, BUT ONE OF THEM ACTUALLY SAYS PREGNANT!” Kat held up the two tests, her hands visibly shaking.

“Wait, what?” Y/N asked, her face scrunching up a little bit.

“NO WE NEED TO GO TO CVS NOW!” Kat yelled, stopping the recording and holding the fake, and very real positive pregnancy tests.

Everyone was quiet for a minute, no one knew what to say.

One of their lives was going to change forever, all because of a dumb tiktok…

~

The girls bought more pregnancy tests, anxiously waiting for the next morning to hit. Apparently your morning pee was the best shot at the most accurate test results, so that morning each one of them ran to different bathrooms of the house, peeing on their stick and walking back, sticks in hand as they sat in Sam’s bedroom, the boys out of town filming for that week.

“Okay, now we wait. What are we going to do? One of us is pregnant” Cassie spoke up, staring at the pregnancy stick in front of her.

“Are any of you going to get abortions?” Tara asked quietly and Y/N shot her a glare. 

“How dare you even say that!” She snapped at Tara, her anxiety levels skyrocketing the longer she waited.

“I mean, not all of us are ready for babies” Tara said and Y/N shook her head, her hands running along her thighs, wiping some of the sweat off.

Five minutes passed slowly, and silently, and the second that timer went off, all the girls were glued to their own sticks. 

There was multiple sighs of relief and breathy “thank god”’s… but one of them never spoke up

“Y/N?” Devyn asked and all she did was shake her head, tears welling up, making her eyesight blurry.

“It’s okay Y/N!” Cassie consoled but Y/N shook her head, the tears now streaming down her face.

“What am I going to do?” She whispered, her shoulders shaking as sobs escaped her body, tear droplets falling on the white stick.

“Colby loves kids Y/N, he’s going to be so excited!” Kat tried to reassure her, but she wasn’t having it.

“NO! You don’t get it! He doesn’t want kids right now, neither does Sam! JUST YESTERDAY HE SAID HE DIDN’T KNOW IF HE WANTED TO GET MARRIED! How am I supposed to tell him I’m pregnant! We haven’t even been together a year!” Y/N cried and the girls huddled around her, trying to give her a hug but Y/N shoved them off of her, snatching the stick and quickly exiting the room, the door slamming behind her.

“It was just supposed to be a funny tiktok…”

Thought of on: April 14th 2022

Written on: April 14th 2022

Published on: April 23rd 2022

Part Two

#colby brock #sam golbach #sam and colby #colby x reader #katrina stuart #oneshot #imagine #drabble #colby brock imagine #tiktok #pregnancy #devyn lundy #tara yummy #colby brock x reader #solby #youtubers

[juminsmysticmc]

Pregnancy Series - Part 6

Meeting the baby for the first time 

⚠️ Sensitive content -> mention of: labor pain, blood, fluids ⚠️

Pregnancy Series: Part 1 // Part 2  // Part 3 // Part 4.1 // Part 4.2 // Part 5

Last chapter! So, I hope you all enjoy this one! Feel free to tell me in the comments or send me a message ( even as anon if you want ! ) Soon new requests will be posted again...it was a nice time with the series....I will miss it, you too? 

BTW! The request was that the baby doesn’t look like them despite being their baby! 

jumin 

Your husband stroked your head after the hard time you had giving birth to your first son.

Well, the labor itself didn’t really last long but you still had a hard time.

You were sleepy and at some point you had the feeling that you couldn’t even breathe, almost giving Jumin a heart attack.

But when the both of you finally heard your baby cry for the first time, you all relaxed.

,,IT’S A BOY!’’ the midwife announced happily, making Jumin cry as he praised you, proud to be finally able to call himself a father.

The nurses and medics around you guys got everything ready and you were carried into another room so that the maid could tidy up the room. Your baby was also weighed and checked up on.

Jumin was really happy that you guys decided to give birth at home. Of course, this was only possible because everything was alright with you and the baby.

,,So, meet your mommy and daddy,’’ the midwife whispered as she approached you, softly giving you your baby boy.

,,Oh,’’ you gasped, surprised by the beauty of your boy.

But your eyes quickly met Jumin’s.

,,Was your mom blonde?’’ you asked him.

He looked over to you. He was smiling and not even a bit concerned that the baby wasn’t looking like him at all.

Maybe it was even better that the baby was totally different.

Jumin shook his head.

,,Don’t worry, I can already feel the bond between us. I trust you,’’ he whispered and kissed his baby on his head softly since he was still so soft.

,,Wanna hold him too?’’ you whispered and waited for his response.

Jumin nodded excitedly, wanting to hold his own little baby in his arms.

Finally his wish came true.

Jumin held him and cradled him, just like a real father.

,,Mr Han,’’ Jahee softly called him. ,,I informed your father as well as the RFA and will take my leave to prepare everything in the company,’’ she whispered.

,,Jaehee,’’ you called your friend.

,,It’s impossible that the aunty goes without seeing the baby! Step in!’’ you called her.

Nervously, Jaehee stepped in and looked at what Jumin held between his arms. 

,,He looks so handsome…’’ she gasped.

You chuckled as you laid back. ,,It’s our son after all,’’ you yawned and slowly fell asleep…

Three years later, you once again were pregnant. Your son by now was almost turning three.

He was blonde and had blue eyes. Apparently your mother’s family was blonde. 

And even though no one could believe at first that this was Jumin’s son, as soon as they saw how he acted, they all knew that this was indeed a Han. The bloodline was still in the heir of C&R.

,,Father, I believe that the maid made a mistake with organizing my toys. I think we need someone better!’’ he whined, pulling his father.

Jumin took his son seriously, but of course he knew that his son was still three. What didn’t hold him back from making everything possible was his might.

Zen

You heard how Zen nagged at someone, but before you could try to concentrate on what he was saying, another wave of pain hit you, making you scream in pain.

,,I‘m here, baby, I‘m here,“ Zen whispered, holding your hand.

You turned around to him and smiled with the last of the strength you had.

,,I wanted to have a barbecue,“ you whined, making him chuckle.

,,As soon as you give birth, I will send them to get you food,“ he promised.

,,I can’t wait to eat kimchi,“ you laughed, breathing the pain away.

Zen smiled apologetically. ,,You can’t eat spicy food while you’re breastfeeding,“ he told you.

,,AHHHH!“ you hissed. He wasn’t sure if you screamed in pain or because you were angry that you still couldn’t eat spicy food, but whatever it was, he was scared.

,,It’s open by four centimeters. Soon we will be there,’’ the midwife smiled.

Well, that soon changed into an hour, two, three, and finally four hours.

,,You’re doing so well,’’ your boyfriend told you. By now you had to wear an oxygen mask because you couldn’t breathe.

,,Maybe we should do a C-’’ before the nurse could even end her speech, you moved your head, pressing Zen’s hand stronger as you pushed.

,,Mc!’’ he called you, holding onto you stronger.

You pushed and pushed. You sometimes had the feeling that air was missing, but you kept pushing until finally a cry was heard, making you collapse onto the bed.

,,MC?!’’ Zen whined, but the nurse next to you calmed him down as she checked your vitals.

,,It was hard. She will sleep for a few minutes, don’t worry,’’ she smiled.

Zen nodded and looked over to his baby. She had a little dark hair and also her skin was a bit darker than his, but she was still the most beautiful baby he had ever seen.

,,Would you like to cut the cord?’’ the midwife asked, explaining to him how to do it.

Just when he was about to take the baby, you weakly called him. ,,Hyun, let the mother hold her first!’’ you whined.

Zen smiled as he nodded, observing how the baby was placed in your arms.

,,Princess, hello,’’ you whispered, tearing up at her sight.

,,She is so… perfect,’’ you whispered.

Zen couldn’t help but kiss your head and his baby’s as he decided to go out to tell everyone the news.

Of course he saw how shocked they were, maybe because he was crying like an idiot, but as soon as he told them that your baby girl was beautiful, they all looked so happy.

,,Take her! Show us!’’ Jaehee hissed as she began to cry too.

A few seconds later he and the nurse stepped out, a pink bundle in his arms as he showed the RFA his newborn girl.

,,She doesn’t look like you. She must be happy,’’ Jumin teased Zen.

,,She looks even better,’’ he whispered.

,,I really thought that your DNA would be stronger,’’ Yoosung commented.

,,It’s okay, I don’t mind. She’s still mine,’’ Zen said and smiled. He already loved her so much…

A year later, you and the RFA finally could do what you missed last year - the korean barbeque.

And this time, a special guest had her appearance too.

,,Say, cheese!’’ Zen blabbered as you held your daughter in your arms, her long dress fit perfectly with the big birthday cake she had on her face, liking her little chubby fingers.

,,Say, Daddy come too!’’ you whispered, taking her hand and waving at Zen while Jumin tried to take not so blurry pictures of you…

Thank God Jaehee used her phone too...

Yoosung

,,Dr Kim! Finally! A dog was hit by a car and needs medical assistance immediately!“ a co-worker of Yoosung said as he cut the call.

He looked inside, seeing from the windows that a young girl sat on the floor, her dog in her arms, crying over a pet.

If he didn’t know about Rika‘s and Sally‘s death, he would believe that this was his cousin.

The young man hesitated, his phone still in his hand.

At a totally different place, you were trying to keep your breath in rhythm as your mother stroked your hair.

Half an hour passed ever since you finally arrived at the hospital with the ambulance you called, your‘s and Yoosung’s mother with you in the room.

It was a kind of stressful situation. Your mother was happy, but at the same time a bit disappointed that Yoosung was still missing and his mother, your in-law, was worried over her son as he still wasn‘t there.  

It was his first born. He fought so hard for this son that there was no way he would miss this opportunity.

,,I‘m going to call him again,“ she said as she was about to open the door to your room as it suddenly opened by itself.

,,I‘m here,“ he said, out of breath.

,,Where- why did you take such a long time?“ you asked him, worried and annoyed at the same time.

,,I- I was almost fired because they didn’t seem to understand that I wasn’t running away from work, but on my way to support you,“ he gasped.

,,What did I miss?“ he asked you, as you smiled, telling him that he was just in time.

Again, a wave of pain hit you as you gasped and tried to breathe through the pain.

Yoosung was a good support, telling you sweet words, stroking you, everything went well.

Finally, you were ready to push and from then on everything took about five minutes.

Yoosung was there when his first born took its first breath, when she cried for the first time. Yoosung was there to cut the cord, he saw how the little, also bloody, human being

to wash the baby for the first time and give her to you, making her stop crying as soon as her skin met yours.

,,She’s so beautiful…’’ you whispered. The tears didn’t want to stop falling as you held her in your arms.

,,But she has blonde hair. You still can’t match her,’’ you chuckled.

Yoosung nodded. ,,She doesn’t look like me at all. Maybe that’s why she’s so beautiful?’’ he asked you.

You laughed as you heard your comment, but your eyes never left your baby's little body.

,,Daddy is handsome, right?’’ you whispered, stroking your newborn's arm.

A few moments later, the nurse asked if Yoosung would like to hold her and wash her, since you were in too much pain to do it, something he agreed to immediately.

With the nurse telling him what to do and how to do it, Yoosung gave his baby their first bath, slowly and softly and with so much love.

,,You need to be really careful with the head,’’ the doctor explained and also told him the reason.

After your baby was fresh, you were allowed to have it again and just when you felt your baby's warmth again, your mother and mother in law entered the room, crying over their first granddaughter.

,,You looked exactly like her, Mc!’’ your mother proudly said as Yoosung’s mother looked at the baby with lovely eyes. ,,I hope my next grandchildren will also not get a single DNA from your looks!’’ she teased him.

Jaehee

The car ride was a rather calm one. Luckily, you were a bit in pain, but nothing like in the movies where the women cry and groan in pain.

,,Everyone reacts differently,’’ Jaehee told you as she stroked your arm, proud of you for handling this pain.

,,We’re here,’’ Seven announced, stepping out of the car and opening the door for you to help you.

Just when you stood next to the door, both feet on the ground outside the car, you felt a fluid coming out, running down your legs and wetting the ground below you.

,,Shit, this almost landed in my car!’’ Seven gasped as Jaehee climbed out of the red car, seeing that your water just broke.

,,Oh my god, the baby will come soon, Seven. Please call a nurse and bring us a wheelchair!’’ she whined and helped you walk a bit as Seven began to run towards the entrance.

,,Are you still okay?’’ Jaehee asked you worriedly and helped you to keep moving.

You nodded. There was a sharp pain indeed, but you could still handle it.

All you wished for was a hospital bed because for sure you wouldn’t give birth on the street.

,,Please sit down here. A midwife is already on her way!’’ a nurse called and helped you to sit down on the chair, rolling you quickly towards the entrance, followed by Jaehee with her bag.

Indeed, you all really had to hurry. As soon as they helped you change and laid you down on a bed, the contractions began to hit you.

You felt the urge to push and you moaned in pain.

,,We can begin!’’ a midwife announced and looked at Jaehee. ,,She will give birth now!’’ she told her.

Jaehee got nervous and finally the time came.

Holding your hand, she nodded. ,,Mc, you can do this!’’ she encouraged you while you spread your legs apart, pushing and leaning forward to put pressure on your belly.

,,UGH!’’ you groaned and laid back, gasping for air.

,,Okay, another push!’’ the midwife said, the same game again, you groaned again when you felt something slowly coming out.

,,I can see the head! Keep pushing!’’ she laughed.

Jaehee looked over to the midwife. She could also see the top of the baby, feeling more excited when the baby moved again.

,,The last push!’’ the midwife called and you did what she said.

Falling back, you gasped for air as the room was filled with a loud baby's cry.

Immediately, they handed you the baby boy, where you put your arms around him, holding him.

,,Oh gosh, he is so tiny!’’ you whined and looked at him.

Jaehee was also sobbing by now. ,,I’m so sorry that he looks nothing like you, but I am so thankful that you are here. He is your son too,’’ you told her.

Her lips were pressed together as she nodded.

,,Our son,’’ she whimpered.

A few days later, the three of you were finally ready to go home. Jaehee was carrying the baby in her arms and buckled him good in the back seat of the taxi as you slowly got in yourself.

,,Let’s go home,’’ you whispered to Jaehee, holding her hand.

,,Let’s go,’’ she said as she took yours, smiling.

Saeyoung

The red haired man didn’t come much later than you to the hospital room and was quickly by your side as your belly was connected to some tubes and wires. 

They were monitoring the baby. Saeyoung knew that they weren’t there because something was wrong or bad, but still, it kind of scared him to see it all.

,,How are you?’’ he asked you while you had your eyes closed, opening them a bit to look at him.

,,Good, now that you’re here,’’ you whispered and squeezed his hand with your fingers, making him endure the pain.

,,Sorry,’’ you groaned when it got better, making him shake his head.

,,You are enduring much more than I am, so feel free to squeeze my hand,’’ he told you and stroked your head.

Suddenly, the machine made some beeping sounds, making him shriek and look at it, not understanding what was happening.

,,Move aside!’’ a nurse called as she entered, followed by your midwife and a doctor.

Saeyoung was quickly pulled aside as they told you something.

He was so overwhelmed by all his feelings that he forgot to listen to them.

He just somehow came back to life when he heard you cry and scream.

,,Once more!’’ the nurse said loudly and made you exclaim some words he didn’t get while you were pushing.

Saeyoung watched the whole scenario as you were pushing a little, brown haired baby out of you, covered in blood.

He began to sob when he realized that it was his daughter you just gave birth to.

,,The first girl is here!’’ the nurse happily laughed.

Saeyoung just focused on the baby and saw how she carried the crying baby away.

When his eyes couldn’t follow the nurse with his daughter anymore, Saeyoung focused on you again, seeing that you were still pushing and giving your best.

He also noticed that by now, some of your fears had come true. He had to press his lips together to not laugh and to not make you feel bad, but even though you were giving birth to a second girl, you saw him and seemed to understand his thoughts.

,,CHOI SAEYOUNG! ONE WORD TO ANYONE ABOUT ME POOPING AND I WILL KILL YOU!’’ you screamed and finally, a second scream filled the room.

,,There’s no need for me to do that! You did that yourself,’’ he laughed and came to you, kissing your nose.

The first baby finally came back and was immediately brought into your arms, followed quickly by the second twin.

,,Both are brown haired. I can’t say Tomato Girls anymore,’’ Saeyoung whined as he observed them.

,,Nope, you can’t tease my girls indeed,’’ you chuckled.

,,They totally don’t look like Saeyoung, I’m happy,’’ Jaehee commented in the chatroom when Saeyoung posted a picture Saeran took holding his babies.

,,I am too,’’ Saeran commented, teasing his brother.

,,They look just like Mc,’’ Yoosung said, but Saeyoung put his phone aside since right now his top priority was to observe his three ladies sleeping. ,,I know that you three are all mine, so I don’t care about your looks,’’ he mumbled and enjoyed the sight of his family.

Saeran

And so, as soon as you cut the call, you dialed the ambulance’s number, hoping that they would be there just in time to help you.

You were happy that you were finally giving birth, but on the other side, you were more than scared.

You knew that twins arrived earlier, but as a mother, you still were concerned.

Unable to think of anything else, you felt as if you drowned into your fears until the door rang, showing you that help was already there.

,,I honestly didn’t think that this would hurt so much,’’ you whined as Saeran was next to you. You knew that he had to keep himself together to not cry with you as you endured the pain.

Saeran looked down to your trembling hand as he sighed.

Hours passed and the pain just increased. Saeran was now massaging your temples and cleaning your sweat.

Suddenly, a loud sound made him turn around and look back to you, noticing that you were really pale.

,,Mc?’’ he called you, making you look at him.

,,It hurts,’’ you gulped and closed your eyes, hoping that it would get better.

,,No use, we need a C-Section!’’ someone said and roughly pushed Saeran away.

He couldn’t follow the medical words as you were suddenly brought away from him.

,,Wait, MC!’’ he tried to run after you, being held back by a nurse who was trying to calm him down.

More hours passed and Saeran was left alone in the big room, waiting for you and some news of you and his boys.

,,I can’t believe that three years passed so quickly already,’’ you laughed as you kissed one of your son’s heads, watching them eat their breakfast.

,,I know, back then those hours I was waiting for you were the worst. I’m happy that they could help you and at least stop the pain for a bit,’’ Saeran sighed as he thought back to that time when the nurse came up to him with one of the babies.

,,At first I thought it was a joke when the nurse told me you didn’t want to hold him!’’ you chuckled.

Saeran blushed.

,,He… first of all she just brought me one baby! I couldn’t have known that the other boy was too weak to see his daddy,’’ Saeran said, not so loud and observed his second son who apparently was too weak that day.

,,Our Haru was still too weak while Haneul was eager to see daddy,’’ you said, smiling.

,,Besides, I expected them to be red haired. He didn’t look like me at all. I thought she mistook the baby!’’ Saeran defended himself.

Maybe the next baby will have your looks,’’ you said, patting your belly and observing your sons making a mess on the table.

Jihyun

You were breathing heavily after the third push as nothing seemed to move forward.

The doctor kept telling you that you were doing great, but you didn’t trust him at all.

You felt impatient, nervous, frustrated, and in pain.

Jihyun seemed to feel that you were unhappy with the situation and kept stroking your head and patting your arm, encouraging you.

,,I love you so much,’’ he whispered.

Suddenly the doctor said something that gave you new hope. ,,I see the head, come on, we will be finished soon!’’ he smiled and gave you another push of strength as you finally let go of the tension.

You were just enjoying the cries of your baby. Finally, you could meet the little baby you were carrying for so long under your heart.

The baby was placed on your chest and immediately stopped crying, making you tear up.

So this was the connection between a mother and her child? You asked yourself.

You looked over to Jihyun who, too, was crying, enjoying the sight of the both of you.

He was probably implanting the sight of the both of you in his head.

Later on, Lucy too was allowed to visit you and her little sibling.

,,But he doesn’t look like daddy at all!’’ the little girl exclaimed, making you laugh.

Well, she was right.

But you all knew that this was for sure Jihyun’s baby, even though no one would say so.

Days passed and finally you guys were allowed to go home, something that made you more than happy. Sleeping, or at least laying in your own bed, made you feel much better than you thought.

,,Is he asleep?’’ Jihyun asked you when you stepped out of the room. It was three pm and you were honestly also ready for a little nap.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you nodded in response and felt his warm hands on your back.

,,Lucy must feel neglected,’’ you whined, feelings overwhelming you since you noticed that these days you didn’t do much. It was either sleeping, eating, or taking care of the baby.

,,No, she is such a caring child and understands, don’t worry. I am with her,’’ Jihyun tried to calm you.

,,Actually, while you and the baby were sleeping, she helped me with something. Come with me,’’ Jihyun whispered and led you to his working room, making you gasp.

,,It seems as if someone took a picture of us,’’ you gasped, again in tears as you saw the moment you held your son for the first time in your arms from the view of someone behind you.

He also managed to insert Lucy into the portrait as if she was there in that one, special moment.

,,She really helped you?’’ you asked him again and couldn’t believe what your eyes were observing.

,,I indeed have the best family,’’ you sobbed as Jihyun hugged you firmly.

Vanderwood

,,Are we all sure that this isn’t a false alarm?’’ Saeyoung asked loudly so that even you, in your room, where you were currently being examined, heard him.

By now you were somehow nervous, agitated.

You glared at Vanderwood who seemed to understand.

As soon as the doctor told you that you were doing well and that you didn’t even need an epidural, Vanderwood went out of the room for a short moment to tell Saeyoung to ,,Either shut the heck up or go and buy your bed on your own!’’ making you feel kind of bad afterwards, but you just needed it.

,,I’m honestly so happy that you aren’t in pain,’’ Vanderwood said when he returned. It was amazing how quickly he could change his mood.

You smiled at him and took his hand.

,,It’s a bit painful, but not that bad. I’m managing,’’ you smiled and looked down to your belly.

Soon you would be able to hold your girl.

,,Three more centimeters are missing,’’ Vanderwood whispered and put his head on yours, smiling as you closed your eyes to feel the warmth your body was sending you.

Time quickly passed and you were finally able to push.

You were rather quick and everyone in the room was positively surprised.

You didn’t scream or cry like most women, you just pushed and gave birth to your sunshine.

The midwife quickly took the baby while you and Vanderwood heard her cry and all your fears of any possible complications vanished.

,,The father can cut the cord if he wishes,’’ the nurse said and of course, Vanderwood didn’t wait and did what he was told, already tearing up.

The baby was quickly put in your arms where you could finally take a good look at her.

You chuckled when you saw her. ,,She is yours, I swear,’’ you told him as you looked at Vanderwood.

,,I know. I feel it even though she doesn’t look like me at all,’’ he smiled.

,,You know, she will probably only have my looks and be totally you with your characteristics,’’ you told him.  

After a while, you decided that Vanderwood, too, had the right to have his baby in his arms and while he did so, holding that little miracle in his arms, you decided to take a hidden picture of him and his little girl. The first picture.

,,Why are you crying? Are you in pain?’’ Vanderwood asked you when he looked at you again.

,,No,’’ you sobbed. ,,It’s just that… you again look like a handsome man and… with the baby you look even better and I… I look like shit!’’ you hiccuped.

Vanderwood chuckled when he heard your words and handed you the baby. ,,You look like this baby. You’re still saying shit?’’ he asked you, calming you down.

The day was pretty emotional for you, which was a reason why Vanderwood decided to send the boys, who were waiting for you guys, home after greeting you shortly, to a shop for a bed for the whining grown up man while he could enjoy time with his own little family.

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[rhaenyras]

EXTENDED LIST OF THINGS THAT ARE WRONG WITH CHAPTER 139

ymir the founder fritz, aka the most powerful and compelling plot device that isayama could have ever employed in order to explain the origin of the titans, the inherent slavery of the eldian people, and also everything else wrong in the world, was emptied of all value and purpose when she was revealed to have loved her abuser and oppressor. her life-long struggle to break free from the slave mentality that was pounded into her since childhood turned out to be... totally hollow. the woman's real purpose was to keep loving the man who cut off her tongue, raped her as a child and eventually had her cannibalized by their daughters when she failed to survive a murder attempt on his person. which makes for a very pinpoint parallel with eren, tbh, but he gets a whole paragraph all to himself later. amor vincit omnia should not become a convenient fix-it trope so that stuff can magically make sense in less than 50 pages. not to mention that this makeshift “solution” doesn't account for countless plot holes, that would only make sense if ymir was an abuse survivor looking to get her agency back. and even if i was keen on excusing the sloppy writing, i still wouldn't let the whole romanticisation of rape and trauma thing slide so easily. by giving a young victim like ymir fritz romantic feelings and a blind devotion towards her rapist, isayama is basically conveying a very pitiful and toxic message, one he refuses to even dignify with a realistic explanation for the thousands of readers who couldn't make a sense of it. the way this twisted version of love seems to be universally accepted by all the characters in the last chapter, as they just shrug it off like some sort of inevitable superior force that works in mysterious ways, made me wanna gouge my eyes out and never read another word again

mikasa's arc. mikasa had the potential to be the only character in the entire manga to come out on top when all was said and done. she had openly opposed eren's idea of a genocide. she had left the scarf behind when he voiced his hatred for her. she seemed ready enough to sever the proverbial umbilical cord and move on, live a life with pride, knowing how she could have outgrown her silly, dependent, obsessive old self. she might have started out as a yandere caricature, a passive and annoying side-effect to having eren as the main character, but she could have done so much better later on. she, too, just like ymir fritz, might have broken free, if only isayama liked liberated and strong women. she had the range. she had the potential, the backstory, everything. given the chance, she could have redeemed herself. but did isayama care? nope. he just threw her to the sickos in the fandom and said “here's your little psycho doll. do what you will with her. also, she's the key to understanding the superior force that works in mysterious ways aka love aka all the nonsense i'm actually too lazy to commit to”. and so, mikasa is as inconsequential in the ending as she ever was as eren's ever-present bodyguard, if not more, because now she's even refusing to look ahead and fight. two things that she at least tried to do every so often back when eren was alive. not only she surrendered to her own mental illness, but she even saw it turned into a pretty fantasy that the readers can idealise (again, romanticisation of all the wrong things) and that she'll never be able to escape so long as she lives. what's worse, she doesn't even want to, because in this manga we love downgrading and being stuck in the past, as the worst possible versions of ourselves.

historia's pregnancy. it shouldn't even have happened in the first place, unless it was dictated by historia's explicit desire to have a child precisely when she asked for one and by that one unnamed farmer guy and nobody else. whether that was the case or not remains, to this day, still shrouded in mystery because, again, isayama didn't think of coming clean about any aspect of historia's sudden decision. the notion that she might have been raped or submitted to something she really didn't want simply for the drama of it leads to some pretty terrifying implications. i have already explained countless times how it didn't even make sense for eren to be so adamant about rejecting the 50 year plan on account of not wanting historia to be breeded like cattle, titanised, and eventually devoured by her children, if he was just... gonna let her have her way, she only had to ask him nicely. why ever would historia need eren's permission to have a child? what was she even trying to tell him in chapter 130? why did eren tell her something as pivotal as the genocide plan if the friendship between them wasn't any different from any other in the 104th? why would eren take the risk to meet her in secret and suggest that they do something as radical as fighting the mp's or running away, if all she had to do was just... ask that he let her get pregnant? i suppose that was just a bait for a very specific side of the fandom, at this point, as the extent of the entire cryptic conversation from ch. 130 was never covered, and we were probably just supposed to forget about it. I can only forgive isayama for basically baiting me into shipping erehisu because he still gave historia a decent wrap-up in the ending, she looked in control and happy enough with her new life, which is something i warmly wished for her. she seems to be in a better spot than most of her former comrades, and virtually, she is the true inheritor of eren's original (and later disowned) ideology, as she is the one who will lead eldia into the future as a free nation, whatever that may mean for them now that titan powers are no longer a thing. I'm very proud of her and generally i am happy with how things played out for her and yeah, thinking back on it with a colder mind... i wouldn't have wanted it any other way, ships be damned

wHY WAS LEVI IN A WHEELCHAIR????? like..... scars aside, he was up and about in one panel, and in the next he was disabled... that was just... idk?? weird but i suppose isayama went overboard to provide us with some residual dramatic value here

the genocide being just a red herring. APPARENTLY eren never believed that the genocide was a solid way to achieve freedom. his true intention was to antagonize himself so that his friends would be hailed as heroes, but like... why... he didn't even achieve the complete annihilation of conflict in the world by doing so? his friends might be heroes now, but they're going to spend the rest of their lives fighting for their very lives. if anything, eren sparked new conflicts and made the new order so much worse for the eldians, as they have no choice but to keep fighting, except with the same weapons as anybody else now. he basically doomed his people to a bleak future of war and possibly extinction. he killed 80% of the entire world to cause nothing but a disappointing regretful outcome, and in the end he even disowned everything he ever believed in. in comparison, zeke's euthanasia plan was some genius level shit that would have achieved the same result as eren, except with not nearly as much bloodshed.

the parasite. again, great idea, poor execution. what on earth happened to it? it was the Scientific Shit that made titans happen one moment, and then gone in the next, wrestled to death by a buff war criminal with ptsd... my disappointment is over the roof

eren himself. like, as a whole. oh, what's not to regret about the 180 eren did in the finale? witnessing a mc forsaking every relevant trait that's ever made him who he is, is simply painful on the eyes. isayama basically went and said “remember eren yaeger aka the suicidal blockhead who would sacrifice everything in order to achieve freedom? yes? well forget about him, you've got aaron yogurt now.” …... who even is this man? when he broke down and cried in front of armin, whining like a baby that he wanted mikasa to never move on from him, i legit got second-hand embarassment. I felt actual shame for the way isayama handled his characterisation. like... he is a mass murderer, ok... how can he just... kneel down and cry about his step-sister whom he never did anything to date anyway like it's nothing??? armin is right to be pissed at him but he's pissed for the wrong reasons, sadly. I don't even want to tackle the topic of eren murdering his own mother, as he basically confessed to going through life on autopilot because the founding titan just erased all his feelings, gave him superior knowledge of all things and compelled him to go with the flow of things, aka the exact opposite of what he's been preaching ever since day 1. W HAT on earth man. like i said in point #1, eren's crush on mikasa is actually very frightening too, and it leads us back to that one dark force that overpowered even ymir fritz. eren is in love with a girl who's obsessed, in denial and damaged. and what's worse, mikasa reciprocates his feelings, even though eren always overlooked her or manipulated her. ymir fritz kept misunderstanding all those red flags from the king as love, probably. this is really not a story of breaking the cursed cycle, because it seems to me that everyone has returned full circle in the end.

CONCLUSION: nothing isayama or anyone might have said in interviews or elsewhere could have prepared me for this raging shitfest. the entirety of that last chapter was farfetched to say the least, everything looked half-hearted and rushed, clumsily glued together because the real isayama died and somebody else had to ghostwrite the ending for him. I am sorry if i do sound a bit disillusioned about the whole thing and can't bring myself to be outraged either, but i've been way too invested into this manga for nearly a decade, and now it all blew up in my face, so i guess i no longer give it the power to upset me lol

#sorry for the wait guys. it's not even that great lol i just had to get some things off my chest and then forget about it #i didn't even edit lol. snk doesn't deserve my efforts #snk spoilers #snk #aot spoilers #anti aot #chapter 139 spoilers #aot #snk chapter 139

[jamespotterthefirst]

Ethan x MC Masterlist

All my Ethan x MC works organized by year 

Open Heart: Year One Pictagram Series: The events of year one retold through social media posts and messages

All Posts in the series

Prelude (Three moments leading up to their fateful meeting.)

As Long as You Love Me So ( She needs a fake Christmas date. Urgently. )

Auld Lang Syne (More fake dating. Part 2 of As Long as You Love Me So)

For You (Ethan confronts Landry for his betrayal)

Most Beautiful (the morning after their first night together)

Diamond scenes written from Ethan’s POV

Don’t Let Me Down (1.1)

Drinks For Two (1.2)

Little Miracle (1.4)

Enchant Me (1.6)

The Art of Observation (1.7)

Along the Seashore (1.10)

Winner Takes it All (1.10)

In the Afterglow (1.10)

Lovely Series: (Continues to “Beyond”) Adding her on social media was a dangerous mistake. Particularly when she posts a picture looking like that.  

Lovely

Ocean Eyes

Everything I Wanted

Fake Husband Series:  (Continues to “Beyond”) When they run into her ex, Ethan pretends to be married to her to spite him

Fake Husband

Fake Husband II

Fake Wife/ Fake Husband III

Unsaid (The last time they see each other before he leaves for Brazil)

Knowing Me, Knowing You (AU: She is dating someone else when he returns from the Amazon)

All I Ask (A jealous Ethan confronts her about Bryce)

Irreplaceable (Prompt: “Just- uh … try not to die. I’m really not bothered to replace you”)

Valentine ( A jealous Ethan watches her flirt with someone else on his most hated holiday. Set during book 2)

Adore You (Ethan realizes how utter powerless he is before her.)

Beautiful Thing (A training session with Ethan turns romantic)

Macarons (Prompt: “I got these because I know they’re your favourite” )

Birthday (On her birthday, Ethan shows up at her door with a gift)

Lunch Date ( It is time to finally talk about the next steps after their kiss outside his apartment. Set after 2.8)

Adrenaline Rush (Another stolen kiss after breaking into Mass Kenmore)

Hands (Prompt:  “I really like your hands.”)

Most Ardently (Days after her recovery, he tells her of the Pride and Prejudice vibe they apparently give off. Set after 2.11.)

Without Words ( Desperate and afraid of losing her, Ethan turns to his mentor. Set during the events of 2.11.)

All-Nighter (He’d do anything for her, even fly across the country on moment’s notice. Set in the Vegas chapter, book 2)

At Last (It’s the day after gala and they’re not hiding anymore.)

Hit the Town ( After enjoying drinks with their friends, they escape to a quick dinner date)

Home (Their last words before Edenbrook shuts down)

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Rivulets [NSFW]

Satin Sheets [NSFW]

Wish and Command [NSFW]  

For Lost Time [NSFW]

Late Night (Harper Emery is eager to share a new prospect with her old colleague, Ethan. But when she visits his apartment late at night to discuss, she is stunned by what-- or rather who-- she finds there.)

His Own Medicine (When Bryce Lahela brings her a coffee, Ethan Ramsey gets a taste of his own medicine.)

A Dance With the Devil (What will Ethan Ramsey do when he watches her dance with Tobias Carrick?)

Mariposa (Ethan should have known better than to take dancing lessons with his vivacious girlfriend)

Whispers (The dress she ordered online was not what she expected. Set in Book 3.)

Mirrors (They have always found comfort in one another.)

Sunrise (Suddenly, marriage doesn’t seem like a pointless endeavor for Ethan. Set in 3.10)

Cariño ( After their confessing their feelings to one another, everyone can see something has changed. Set in 3.11)

For A Long Time Now (He can finally tell her the three words he meant to say for a long time.)

Open Heart Third Year: A new year, a new relationship, and a new Edenbrook. Will everything go as smoothly as they had planned? (IN PROGRESS: ON HIATUS)

Prologue: His Beloved

Chapter 1: Promises

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Burgundy [NSFW]

Private Lessons [NSFW]

Stress Relief [NSFW]

Beautiful Thing Together Pictagram Series

Other Pictagram posts

Speechless (Prompt: ““You’ve finally rendered me speechless”)

Homesick (Prompt:  “You’re the only reason I’m coming back”)

Blinding Lights (Dr. Ethan Ramsey would do anything for his patients and for his girlfriend)

Four Hearts (Who was texting Dr. Ramsey during his Hope Springs interview and why was he smiling so much?)

You Outshine the Morning Sun (She finds out she is pregnant. How will he react?)

Where We Belong ( Waking up to her boyfriend making breakfast for her? What did she do to deserve him?)

Corazon (When Ethan meets her mother and sister for the first time, they accidentally embarrass her by remembering the crush she used to have on him.)

October 31st (Ethan Ramsey doesn’t do costumes… except maybe for her.)

Five Birthdays ( Ethan’s birthdays with her in the next five years.)

Christmas Music ( What is Ethan’s favorite Christmas song?)

Gingerbread (The competition is on when they each help their patients make a gingerbread house.)

Bouquet (A Mother’s Day Surprise)

Espresso (She confesses years later that she didn’t like the Espresso Romano)

Observation Deck (Ethan knows it was her with Bryce on the observation deck during her intern year)

The Hunt (Easter egg hunt with the Ramsey children)

Babysitter (Ethan babysits five children who demand pancakes.)

Autograph (A young intern flirts with Ethan in front of his wife.)

Attending (Those poor, wide-eyed interns have crushes on the new attending at Edenbrook. How will her husband react when one decides to make a move?)

Apologize (Years later, a guilt-ridden Ethan apologizes for making her cry on her first day as an intern.)

That Morning (They enjoy a crossword puzzle before the chaos begins)

Are You In Love? (Ethan takes a Cosmo quiz)

Brave at Heart (What Hogwarts House are they in?)

Flirt (Ethan takes flirting advice from Bryce)

Mi Viejito ( Father’s Day more than twenty years later.)

Sick Day (Prompt:  “You won’t take care of yourself so I will”)

Alternate Universe

1800s AU: At a ball, Doctor Ethan Ramsey is entranced by her beauty, not knowing there is so much more to her than meets the eye.

She Walks In Beauty

A Red, Red Rose  

How Do I Love Thee

The Viper (AU: Detective Ramsey is a step closer to capturing a notorious criminal. If only Miss Allende, a key witness, would cooperate)

#for masterlist purposes #i noticed I don't have a lot for book 1 so i have to fix that #i have a lot for book 2 because i started writing for oph when that was releasing

[llamagoddessofficial]

Hey! Hope you're having a great day! Unsure if my ask got eaten up before, but about that arranged marriage AU, would MC ever feel pressure to consummate their marriage? And if so... Details? 👀

Aah, I think that got swallowed!

(For those of you who don’t know, the arranged marriage au is a story I wanted to write but never did. In it, a low-ranking noble lady Mc is set up in an arranged marriage to Sans, the heir apparent of a small Northern kingdom)

And yes, absolutely, there’d not only be pressure to consummate the marriage but also pressure for Mc to... produce an heir. Sans, not wanting Mc to be hounded with questions of her ‘doing her duty’ to her husband, lied and told everyone they’d already slept together... and, well he’s not technically lying, because they do share a bed. The very few letters Mc gets from her family are them enquiring about whether or not she’s pregnant yet, what she thinks about having a hybrid child... they really want to cement their place as family of the Queen by making sure she’s not going to be replaced for not making a little prince/ss. Sans gets earfuls from his father about it, too, hurry up and get a child, the more the better.

... It’s not as if Sans doesn’t want to. He really, really wants to; there’s certainly no lack of willingness or desire from his side of the couple. But his fear of frightening her is too debilitating to allow any of those more carnal thoughts to get any further... instead, he lays next to her each night in their giant four poster bed, wishes her a ‘good night, my love’... and pretends to sleep, the icy winter winds howling against the thick glass windows and the crackling fire at the end of the room only just loud enough to distract him from the veritable storm in his Soul and the way her nightgown clings to her curves. 

#llamagines #arranged marriage au #gaster: As the King it is your job to provide a son. Have you bedded your wife? #sans [under his breath]: if only #gaster: what? #Mc: What? #sans: ahahHAH i said totally! yeah wow cant get enough of that marital sex!

[fictionalabyss]

Protector : Hope.

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam, Brady, Alex (oc), Detective Baker (mentioned)

Word count :   1,764

Warnings : Prison life : Solitary confinement (mentioned), fear, anxiety, hope. Series TW : Domestic Abuse is a constant topic- be it mentioned, or actually happening.

Continuation of this series was commissioned by : @iflostreturntosteverogers

Part 21 of Protector.

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“Here.” Sam places a mug of coffee on the coffee table in front of Brady.

“Thanks.” He smiled up and watched as Sam sits on the arm of the couch next to you, arms crossing over his chest. “I spoke with Dean’s lawyer.”

“And?”

“Dean’s in solitary, again.”

Your face fell at that. You knew, part of you knew, you hadn’t heard from him in almost a week when he normally called at least every other day, but now it was confirmed. He’d done something stupid and got himself locked up even farther away from you. “What did he do?”

“Another fight. Says Dean looks rough, but the other guy had to be hospitalized.”

“Jesus, Dean.” you muttered looking down with a pout.

“But, Dean’s lawyer had got the PO box number from him, we’re looking into who owns it. Might take a bit.” You gave him a small nod, never really looking back up at him. “How are you holding up?”

When you didn’t answer, Sam did. “She’s having nightmares.” Brady looked from Sam to you again.

“Like Alex was having?” Sam nodded. “Maybe you should join him in therapy.”

“I just need Dean home.” you looked up at Brady, pleading with him.

“We’re working on it.” He saw how your eyebrows went up a bit at that. “I offered my services, so I’ll be sticking around a bit. Is it safe to say you didn’t speak to police after the grocery store incident?” You gave him a small nod. “Okay, I’m going to need you to write out a statement of what happened, and how you know this guy to be tied to Baker. I’m going to file it.”

“Okay.”

Brady opened his briefcase and pulled out some papers. Sam sat watching as Brady explained how to fill them out. Once he was done, he handed you a pen before sitting back and sipping at his coffee. Then he looked at Sam. “How’s Alex?”

“Worried.” Sam answered. “Scared to leave the house in case she needs him.” Sam glanced at you and Brady followed his gaze. Both of them watched you as you started writing.

“This asshole shown up since?”

“Not that I know of.” Sam answered. “But every once in a while, there’s a dark grey car parked two doors down across the street. Just sits there for a while before driving off. Don’t know if it’s this asshole or-”

“Baker.” Brady nods, turning to look out the large living room window. “That car over there?”

Sam gets up from where he’s sat, taking a step forward as he leans to look out. “Yeah, actually.” And as if the driver knows he’s being watched, the car takes off.

“Huh..” Brady turns back to his coffee taking another mouthful. “Might need to step up security.”

“Already did. Alex gets an escort now, I barely leave the house, and Dad has a rotation going of people driving past or stopping in. Random times, no patterns.”

“Good.”

“Brady?” When he looks to you, he finds you looking up at him, pen stopped mid sentence. “Do you know when he’ll get out of solitary?”

Brady shrugged. “A few more days, I think. I’m not sure.” Pain and sadness filled your eyes before you looked back down and got back to writing. “He’ll call as soon as he’s out and able, you know he will.”

“I know.”

“More coffee?” Sam asked.

Brady looked down at his half empty mug, the liquid inside quickly going lukewarm. Lifting the mug to his lips once more, he downed the last of it and handed it off to Sam with a nod. “Could I trouble you for a little irish cream, too?” Brady half joked.  “It’s gonna be a long day.”

“I’ll see what we’ve got.” Sam smiled.

Brady was quiet as Sam left, then he looked down at the dog sitting at his side and looking up at him. He raised his eyebrow at the dog, and the dog let out a light whine before putting his head on Brady’s leg. “You better not be a drooler.” Brady threatened as he began to pet the dog on the head. When the dog jerked his head back at the sound of Sam returning, Brady groaned at the wet patch on his pants. “Of course you are.”

It took a few weeks, but Brady got you in front of a judge. You and Alex sat in chairs in front of the desk while Sam stood back, closer to the door. Brady stood next to you while another lawyer  sat in a third chair with a foot between him and Alex.  “What is this about, gentlemen.” the judge asked as he settled down and started going through the papers Brady handed off to him.

“You might remember, your honor, many months ago when you granted a restraining order between my client and Detective Baker.”

“I remember.” the judge answered, glancing up at Alex.

“Since then, your honor, Baker has continued to not only harass my clients, but put them in danger.”

“My client hasn’t been anywhere near this kid.” The other lawyer chimed in, gesturing to Alex.

“Near Alex, maybe not. But he has put the family in danger all the same. The day Dean Winchester was arrested-”

“My client made sure to wait until the kid was out of the garage to honor the restraining order and kept everything by the books.” the lawyer rolled his eyes.

“Was he keeping it by the books when he took ‘Azazel’, a known member of Morningstar MC, aside that day and not only informed him that my client is Dean Winchester’s wife, but pointed her out to him? That same Azazel of Morningstar MC who has not only stalked my clients, taking pictures of their home, parking outside of it, but also harassed my client while she was vulnerable, shopping in a grocery store with her young daughter?”

“Your honor, this is all fabricated nonsense. My client is a respected detective, and the only ties he has to any MC is putting members behind bars, like Mr Winchester.-”

“Respected detective?” Brady all but laughed as he began speaking over the other man. “His ex wife begs to differ, your honor. In fact, she has a restraining order against him as well. He has a history of putting women in danger, I have the damn file but I can give her a call!”

“-there is no mention of an 'Azazel' in the arrest reports,” He raised his voice to be heard over Brady. “and I can assure you, my client-”

“We have him on video.” Sam chimes in from behind and the judge glances back to Sam. “I was there, I saw him with Baker, but we also have surveillance from the cameras outside the garage. He was there, he was with Baker.”

“Who are you?” the judge asked him.

“Sam Winchester.” Sam stood tall and firm. “Dean’s brother.”

“He currently resides with my clients, as they no longer feel safe in their own home due to the harassment and threats they’ve received since Baker’s actions during Dean’s arrest.”

“If they’re so unsafe, why not move?” the other lawyer questioned with a scoff of a laugh, his hands going up into the air before falling again.

“Because I’m pregnant and that’s my home.” you snapped at him, shooting him a glare. “Where the fuck else can I go? He’ll find me. I can’t go to the police because Baker is a detective, who’s going to believe me? I don’t know if you know this, your honor, but I’ve dealt with abusive men before. My hu- my first husband, he-” you swallowed, trying not to cry, but a tear escaped all the same. “He hurt us. Bad. And that trauma, it doesn’t go away. It never goes away. And now I have this man, this man I don’t even know, a man I’ve never seen before the day I saw him with Detective Baker, he’s following me around. I’m scared. Where do I go? Who am I supposed to trust? Who’s going to help keep me safe when it's a man with a badge who put me in danger?” Alex reached over and took hold of your hand. “I’m scared for my kids. I’m scared the stress will make me lose this one.” you looked down, running your hand over your stomach. “I’m scared I’ll die simply for who I fell in love with.”

“Do you have the footage?” the judge asked.

“The original, we entered as evidence in Dean Winchester’s arrest case, but I’ve got an authenticated copy right here.” Brady handed over the small disk case.

Without a word, the judge opened the case and put the disk in his computer. It was quiet for a few minutes, and then you could hear faint noises coming from the speakers. You stared down at your hand in Alex’s as you faintly heard Dean speaking.

“Is this the arrest?”

“Yes, your honor.”

“This is Azazel?” he glanced up and Brady nodded. His eyes were back on the screen as you heard yelling start and all hell broke loose. Alex gave your hand a squeeze knowing this was hard for you to hear. Before long, the sound died down to a quiet buzz again. “Is this your detective?” he turned his screen so everyone could see, just beyond the gate, barely in view of the camera, Baker was talking to the man. Then you saw yourself appear and both men turned to you. Baker looked serious while the other man smiled deviously. “Want to tell me again how your client doesn’t know this man?”

“How’d it go today, baby?”

You smiled so bright and happy hearing his voice. “We don’t pay Brady enough.” you laughed into the phone. “You’re going to hear from your lawyer real soon, Dean, but Baker is done. He’s off the case completely and the judge wants a full investigation. Into everything. Even the way your case was handled.”

“That’s good.”

“I know I shouldn’t be getting my hopes up yet, but..” you smiled. “I really hope this means you can come home soon.”

“We’ll see.” You knew he was trying to be realistic but you could hear the hope in his voice. “I miss you, baby.”

“I miss you too, Dean.”

You heard someone call out his name, and Dean was quiet for a second. “Baby, I got to go. Apparently my lawyer’s here to see me.”

“I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, baby. I’ll talk to you later, I promise.”

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[zaffrenotes]

[TRR] A Tot Debate

Pairing(s): Liam x Katrina, Drake x Alyssa Stiles Rating: G Author’s Note: Here’s my belated birthday fic for @cocomaxley based on a conversation we had with @ao719 and @the-soot-sprite with oddly impeccable timing 🙃 * Happy Birthday to my fellow stubborn ram baby, Gen! I am so happy to be friends with your sarcastic ass, lol and I hope we spend more years coming up with random inside jokes about rice and half a dozen other things 💙 Author’s Note 2: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * Katrina Bailey is my MC, Alyssa Stiles is one of my OCs * Many, many, MANY moons ago I wrote a fic where Katrina is pregnant again, expecting twins after she and Liam already have four little princes * Creative liberties were used for canon character birthdates for the sake of this one shot * This is a bit of silliness and my submission for @wackydrabbles​​ Prompt 87: No offense, but I’m not interested. * Word Count: 1099

It was a rare Saturday afternoon in the Cordonian palace, where King Liam and Queen Katrina were gathered in a sitting room with their friends, free of appointments and scheduled appearances. Katrina’s feet were perched upon a plush footstool while she rubbed the small swell of her belly, and she grinned when she felt a flutter from one of the twins.

Liam and Maxwell were in the middle of a discussion over what to watch next, while Drake and Alyssa replenished their drinks and assembled a small plate of snacks. Katrina opened Pictagram on her phone and scrolled through the latest posts, tapping on images she liked, when she paused on a comic. “Huh,” she murmured, looking over the image.

“What’s that?” Drake asked, peering over her shoulder before returning to his seat.

“Comic strip about what kind of potato you are, based on your horoscope.” Katrina scoffed at the screen. “I am not a plate of curly fries!”

“What am I?” Maxwell craned his neck, curious to their conversation.

Katrina looked at the screen again. “Potato chips,” she giggled. “Lyssa's sweet potato fries, Liam’s sweet potato mash, and you,” she paused, pointing at Drake, “are a big bowl of mashed potatoes.” Katrina pulled up a web browser and typed away at her screen, quickly reading through the lines of text. “It’s okay, with the new star signs I’m now a Pisces, and I accept my new fate as a bowl of ube ice cream.” She grinned brightly at her friends.

Everyone’s brows furrowed at Katrina. “The what now?” Drake inquired.

“According to the new dates with the thirteenth astrological sign, I’m a Pisces,” she repeated. “You haven’t heard about it? It was a whole thing last year.”

“Wait. What? Why would they need to add a whole new sign to the zodiac?” Maxwell pulled his phone out of his pocket in search of answering his own question.

“It’s always been there,” Katrina replied. “NASA looked into it, and I guess the ancient astrologers omitted…” — she looked down at her phone screen — “off…offy…?”

Drake held his phone in his hands, having pulled up a similar article about the 13th sign, and glared at the name. “This is crap,” Drake added. “There’s no room for it because I can’t even spell it, let alone pronounce it.”

Liam leaned over to look at Maxwell’s screen, peering down at the name in Greek. “Ophiuchus,” he repeated, stressing the last syllable. “Or perhaps off-ee-yoo-kus?”

“That sounds like a weird cross between Ryu’s dragon punch and mucus,” Maxwell chuckled. “Why would they leave out an entire constellation?”

“It’s easier to split up three hundred and sixty degrees into twelve even pieces and match up with calendar months,” Alyssa answered.

Katrina looked down at the article. “With the new signs, Max would be a potato salad Capricorn, Lyssa’s an oven roasted potato Virgo, Drake gets to be twice baked potatoes as a Gemini, and Liam…” Katrina stopped reading and glanced up at her husband, smiling awkwardly as she bared her teeth. “You’re the new sign, and have no potato representation.”

“Pardon?”

Alyssa stifled a laugh as Katrina held out her phone to Liam so he could read the screen. “Looks like your birthday falls in between Scorpio and the new sign, so you could go with either.”

“But neither of those are the sign I’ve grown up as!”

“None of us fall under the signs we’ve grown up with,” Alyssa replied. “I am not a Virgo.”

“I don’t like this new zodiac. I refuse to acknowledge it,” Liam said, shaking his head.

“Li, it’s okay, you can be any kind of potato you want to be this way!” Katrina bit back her smile as she spoke.

“Don’t patronize me, Trina,” Liam quipped. He glanced back at Maxwell’s screen. “Why does Scorpio only get a week to make room for this…this…what is that symbol even supposed to be?”

Alyssa squinted at Katrina’s screen. “A man wrestling with a snake, apparently.”

“Cordonia won’t acknowledge this information, even if the rest of the world decides to. I won’t allow it.”

“Don’t you want to be a modern leader? Someone the people can look up to and admire for taking steps towards becoming an innovative country?” Katrina tucked her lips between her teeth, but the corners of her eyes crinkled as she restrained her amusement.

“No offense, but I’m not interested.” Liam rose from his seat and pulled his phone out from his pants pocket. “I need to speak with the head of our space agency as soon as possible…today, if need be,” he spoke into the phone. “It’s important.”

—

Half an hour later, Liam paced back an forth in front of one of the large palace windows, running a hand through his dark hair while the other pinned his phone to his ear as he engaged in a heated discussion with the head of the Cordonian space agency, with a look of utter disbelief across his face.

Drake and Maxwell had gone back to scrolling through movie options on the screen, having lost interest in the constellation conversation. They were more interested in debating over whether the group could handle the four hour Snyder version of Justice League.

Alyssa smirked when she turned her head to look at Katrina, who was holding a bowl of the purple tuber ice cream between her hands. “Y’know,” she began, leaning over to nudge her friend’s shoulder, “would’ve been easier to just ask for the ice cream if you had a craving. You didn’t have to make your poor husband’s brain implode.”

Katrina shrugged, pleasant smile on her lips as she withdrew the spoon from her mouth, savoring the cold, creamy dessert as it melted down her throat. She felt another flutter from one of the babies. “I take joy in knowing I've blown your minds about astrological signs solely because I don't wanna be a curly fry. Ooh!” She sat up a bit. “Fries would be great with ice cream!”

The ladies looked over at Liam, who continued to pace in front of the window and spoke rapidly in Cordonian. “Should you tell him now, or after his phone call, that NASA eventually debunked the whole thirteenth sign thing?” Alyssa cast a wary look to Katrina.

Katrina pushed herself up off the sofa. “You call down to the kitchen and ask for extra crispy fries and whatever snacks you and the guys want, I’ll make sure Liam doesn’t fire the poor guy on the other end of his phone call,” she giggled. “I’ll blame it on the babies.”

#Happy Birthday Gen! #birthday fanfic #the royal romance fanfic #trr fanfiction #choices fanfic #play choices fanfiction #liam x mc #king liam x mc #liam x trina #trr morsels au #trr morsels series #i love my fraaands #liam rys x trina bailey #zaffrenotes writes #wacky drabbles

[olivish]

Some thoughts about Melanie Cavill and her beautiful mind. 

I agree with others that Mel is neurodivergent/ autistic. I think this helps explain her passion and focus, and also why, in S1, she was so adept at “putting on a mask” and pretending to be someone else. Basically, I think she had been masking in some way or another her entire life, so when the time came to create the “Hospitality Melanie” persona, it was already second nature. 

I think this also explains why it took Melanie so long to see Wilford for the monster he is, and why he was able to control/ manipulate her for most of her life, despite her superior intelligence.  On that note, here are some of my MC HCs (I hope it goes without saying, I don’t mean to imply that anything described below is necessarily an “autistic” trait. This is simply how I imagine Melanie the person, who also happens to have autism.)

1. Before meeting Wilford, Melanie struggled to find her place in the world. She dropped out of high school because she was bored with the lessons and couldn’t be bothered to complete assignments. She had no friends, and most adults wrote her off as a trouble-maker.

Her family was poor, so she “borrowed” things they needed for the farm (some of them rather LARGE things), which earned her a juvenile record for theft. 

2. Because of this, Melanie believed she’d never go to college. That was fine, she thought, she wouldn’t fit in there. She didn’t fit in anywhere. The only person who didn’t make her feel like a misfit was her father, John Cavill, who was a patient man who loved farming, and who taught his daughter everything he knew about the trade. 

It wasn’t long, however, before John ran out of knowledge to share. Melanie was 8 when her father took her to the local library. “So,” he said. “What do you want to know?” 

“Everything.” 

From that moment on, John watched his daughter surpass him in every subject, every field of study. It was hard, not because he was prideful, but because it felt like he was losing her. But not completely. At least, not yet. 

Because for years after that, Melanie would seek her father out, and she’d talk at length about the topics that interested her, and he listened, enjoying her company, even after he ceased to understand a single word that came out of her mouth. 

I mean that literally. 

“Certains nématodes posent problème en agriculture parce qu'ils parasites des plantes ou des animaux d'élevage, mais la plupart stimulent la croissance en améliorant le cycle des nutriments.” “Mellie.” “Oui, papa?”  “You’re speaking French again.”  “Oh. Sorry.” 

3. Melanie’s mother was a different story. Shanon Cavill, nee Shanon O’Connell, was stern, intelligent and, due to an undiagnosed mood disorder, emotionally unstable. She’d lose her temper at the drop of a hat, and although she loved her daughter, she didn’t understand her. Shanon didn’t understand why someone so brilliant was throwing her life away. Dropping out of school, getting arrested, fooling around with boys, and girls, who didn’t care about her, and who only got her into trouble. 

Shanon said many words in the heat of many moments that she could never take back. Foolish. Reckless. Lazy. Quitter. 

The day Joseph Wilford showed up at the farm looking for Melanie, Shanon peered at him through the porch screen door. “Did she steal something from you?” she asked. “Because whatever it is, we can’t pay you back, so you’d best just leave before I let the dogs out.” 

Looking back, Wilford deeply regrets not heeding the lady Cavill’s advice. 

4. Melanie saw Wilford as her missing piece. Melanie always knew she was “bad with people”. To her, human beings were confounding black boxes.  INPUT > [???] > UNEXPECTED RESULT, USUALLY BAD. 

But Wilford. Joseph Wilford was a social magician! She watched in awe. Everyone adored him. He’d tell a joke and everyone laughed. Anything they needed for their work - funding, IP rights, permits, materials, labor - he procured through sheer force of charisma. 

He was just like her, except he had that one missing piece. 

It was the apparent gap in their interpersonal skills that led Melanie to conclude that she could never be a leader like him. That’s why she allowed Wilford to take credit for her work, why she believed him when he said it was better for all involved if she remained a ‘silent partner.’ 

That’s also why she never tried to run Snowpiercer as herself. Despite having all the skills, Melanie couldn’t imagine anyone would follow her leadership. 

(I think she was wrong about that...) 

5. It was Wilford who sent Melanie to college, and it was Wilford who coached her on how to “mask.” As a sociopath, nearly all of Wilford’s social interactions are theatre. They have to be. So when he met Melanie, he immediately saw what her problem was - the silly girl wasn’t acting! 

So he sat her down one day and gave her a gift. “A chess game?” she said. 

“Not a game. This box contains the secret to the universe.” 

She smiled, but he was serious. As Wilford set up the pieces he explained, “This is the whole world. Every type of person you’ll ever meet is here. Pawns, knights, bishops. They all have their rules, their own little scripts. The trick is, figure them out, while revealing nothing about yourself.” 

She didn’t understand, but in time, she would. Wilford taught her how to survive, but not as herself. He taught her to hide, to blend in, and to trust nobody but him. 

And it worked, to a certain extent. Melanie earned degrees from MIT and Yale, graduating with the highest honors, lauded as a prodigy. A recruiter from NASA asked if she’d be interested in applying for the astronaut program. Elon Musk asked the same thing, but he offered more money. 

Melanie could have worked anywhere. Done anything. But she went back to Wilford, partly out of loyalty, and partly because she believed he was the only person in the world who truly knew her, and saw her, and valued her for who she was. 

They weren’t lovers, but Melanie considered him just as close. For many years, he was her one partner and closest friend. 

6. When Melanie got pregnant with Alex, she was afraid she’d be a bad mother. She worried that she wouldn’t have that mysterious ‘maternal instinct’ that seemed to come naturally to other women. She thought maybe she was “broken” in a very particular way and shouldn’t be a parent. 

Those worries disappeared once Alex was born. More than that, Melanie’s deep connection with Alex made her consider that maybe she’d underestimated herself. In motherhood, Melanie found courage. She built stronger friendships with Ben & Jinju, and she began to interact with Wilford on a more equal footing. 

She started speaking up about things she never dared interfere with before. She didn’t like the company’s environmental practices. Their anti-union stances. Their parental leave policies were atrocious. Wilford was beside himself. He didn’t recognize her. He couldn’t wrap his mind around what happened. 

At a loss, Wilford blamed his catch-all word for human behavior that fell outside his bounds of understanding. 

“Sentimentality.” 

7. When Melanie lost Alex, she lost faith in herself. It wasn’t just the grief, or the guilt, though those were enormous. Melanie understood now: Alex was her missing piece. Alex was the one thing that made Melanie feel like she could do anything.

It cannot be overstated what a colossal blunder it was for Wilford to return Melanie’s superpower to her. He thought he was being clever in saving Alex, but from the moment Melanie blew up Big Alice’s connector and Alex gave her that grudging look of respect, all bets were off. 

Melanie remembered who she was. The awakening started with Layton, but it ended with Alex. 

Final thoughts: Melanie’s particular neurology has been a hot-button issue in the past, so I’m a little nervous posting this. Please reach out to me with any comments or concerns. Everything here is written with an open heart in good faith, and while I’m allergic to argument, I am addicted to discussion. <3

#Snowpiercer #fanfiction #hc

[dangermousie]

OK I lasted 20 chapters with Fei Pin Ying Qiang, which is 19 chapters more than I thought I would but it’s time to peace out.

I hate everyone in this novel except MC and since MC doesn’t murder everyone in this novel and move far away, what is even the point?

ML is OK enough for a period royal but he grosses me out - “two of my concubines are pregnant at the same time yay!” may be a correct historical attitude but so is approval of death by boiling and child slavery and I am not keen to read about a protagonist big into those either.

He is apparently gay but is all “got to sleep with my giant harem as part of my fight for the throne poor me!” Oh, fuck off! And then he sleeps with unfortunate MC who has no interest in it and ML knows he is not interested and dreads it but hey, he’s his male concubine and ML really wants it and so it’s pound time. Once again, period appropriate but fucking gross.

(When he thinks he doesn’t want MC to become like his other concubines where they have deep thoughts he cannot read and so he lies next to them in bed struck with terror, I wanted to pick up a butcher knife and transmigrate it into his throat. You poor poor thing!!!! How dare people have their own lives and be complex!! How dare they not open their heart and be genuine with you despite the insane imbalance of power? What next - someone complaining that his arm hurts from the regular beatings he administers to his servants?)

This novel did allow me to figure out a couple of things: one is that I hate harem genre regardless of genders and settings more than any other genre. I will neither read nor watch it. I’d prefer that ridiculous BDSM mess with nails in dicks and god knows what else that is HHYL to this even because I am only bored and annoyed with it, not enraged. And second is I now know why I prefer danmei to het costume web novels - it’s not because the former are higher quality or whatever, it’s because they (except for this one apparently) do not tend to go for harem and/or inner court scheming and most het ones do and I hate hate hate hate it!

Finally, I keep wondering at who the audience for this novel is and I cannot imagine it’s large. It’s well written sure (though I crack up at defensive NU reviews that keep saying various things people don’t like is because it’s historical. Any novel where it’s customary to send in male concubines is not a paragon of accuracy and in general this is hardly a serious historical novel, come on!) BUT! I would imagine most fans of the harem genre want to read books with MC being a female because a lot of what they like are narratives of female dynamics and complexities and struggle. MC being male seems to defeat that. And I cannot imagine there is a huge pool of danmei fans who want to read a novel where ML has a large female harem he sleeps with regularly and produces children with and all of that is allocated a lot of page space and so is the struggle between various female concubines. I mean there is obviously some audience for this but I can’t imagine it’s much. Thank GOD.

ETA: Check out this passage. It speaks for itself.

I could have spared myself the trouble of typing my rant and just posted this. As I was telling @orsuliya, ML should get a blow up doll. He’d love it very much and it can become his favorite wife.

#cnovel #Fei pin ying qiang

[skycollides]

Lost without you

Ez x Reader x Angel 

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

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3 weeks earlier

You woke up in the middle of the night because of noises and the movement next to you.

’’Ez?’’ you ask barley awake.

’’I’m here baby - sleep’’ 

Once he is laying next to you, you curl up to his side hearing him hiss.

You move away immediately and turn on the lamp on your nightstand.

’’Jesus Christ! Ez what happened to you. Who did this? Shit baby are you okay?’’

’’Club shit don’t worry. My face and ribs hurt but I’m okay so please calm down.’’

3 weeks later

Ever since Ez came home beaten up and bloody 3 weeks ago something has changed.

Ez is still trying to play it cool and tells you it had to do with the club but you don’t believe him anymore. You decided to ask Felipe what happened so you stopped by his place about a week ago. You could see in this eyes that he knew something but apparently he didn’t want you to know so you left. After that you’ve tried to reach out to Angel - your bestfriend hoping he will tell you what is going on but you can’t get a hold of him. He won’t answer your texts or calls which is unusual. You’ve stopped by his place countless times over the past week but still nothing. He simply cut you out of his life not knowing why. That’s when you knew for sure that something is going on and it is slowly breaking your heart… 

Not knowing what else to do you decide to write him a letter hoping he will read it and will reach out to you. Once you’re done you stop by the scrap yard handing the letter to Chucky.

’’Hey Chucky! Where is everyone?’’

’’I do not know but they said they will be back soon.’’

’’Please make sure Angel gets this. It is really important.’’

’’As you wish. See you in 3 days Y/N’’

’’See you then. Bye Chucky’’

3 hours later

Angels Pov:

’’What is it Chucky?’’

’’Miss Y/N was here earlier looking for you. She told me to give you this letter.

She seemed really sad.’’ taking the letter out of his hands, he immediately feels guilty.

’’Thanks Chucky’’

Angel sits down opens the envelope and starts to read.

Dear Angel,

it has been 3 weeks since you’ve talked to me.

You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts.

I don’t know what I did but it hurts to be ignored by you.

I guess it has to do with Ez and your pops.

I asked the both of them but they don’t want to tell me what

happened between you.

All I know is that I miss you. You’re my best friend, the brother I never had

but always wanted.

The 3 of you have been my family ever since my parents died.

You’re my only family.

I can’t imagine my life without you anymore.

Whatever happened between the 3 of you please look past it for one day.

That’s all I’m asking for.

I don’t want to get married to your brother without you being there.

Please Angel for me…

I love you with all my heart.

Yours truly

your future sister in law

He didn’t notice when he started crying but reading the letter makes him realize how much he misses you. He also realizes how much his actions hurt you and that’s something he never 

wanted to do.

Wedding Day

Your Pov:

You are standing in front of the mirror watching yourself with a sad smile.

It is your wedding day, you are marrying the love of your life and still you feel a little sad simply because of the fact that Angel still hasn’t reached out to you.

Your thoughts are interrupted by someone knocking on the door.

Knock Knock

’’Come in as long as you’re not Ez’’

The door opens and someone enters the room. You turn around and can’t believe your eyes.

’’Angel’’ you whisper

’’Hey hermana … god you look so so beautiful. My brother is one lucky guy.’’

’’I was scared you wouldn’t show up.’’

’’Come here give me a hug’’ being in his arms you knew that everything is going to be alright.

’’I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You're my best friend, my sister you’re always there for me and I fucked up. The stuff that happened between Ez, Pops and I shouldn’t effect you sweetheart.’’

’’It’s okay you’re here now that’s all that matters.’’ you let go of him and whip your tears away.

’’But don't let it happen again’’ you say while punching his chest playfully.

’’I promise Y/N. By the way I talked to pops and Ez we’ll be okay.’’ he says putting his hands on your shoulders

’’So now I better get going’’ he kisses your forehead and makes his way towards the door.

’’Angel?’’

’’Yeah?’’

’’Will you walk me down the aisle?’’

’’Anything for you’’ he smiles

’’C’mon darling it’s time to get married’’.

After the wedding

You are at the clubhouse celebrating with your husband your father in law and the rest of the MC.

That’s all you needed.

Letty and you are sitting on the sofa and you couldn’t help smile at the sight of the 3 Reyes men

laughing.

You knew now would be the perfect timing to drop the news.

’’Letty I’ll be back’’ 

’’Okay’’

Once you reach the 3 of them you sat sit on Ez’s lap.

’’Hey my love’’ he gives you a loving kiss.

’’Hiya. Now that I’ve got the my favorite men together I need to tell you something.’’

You grab Ez’s hand nervously playing with his fingers.

’’I’m pregnant’’

’’What?’’ Ez’s eyes get wide.

’’We are pregnant Ezekiel’’ you laugh.

’’Shit babe when did you find out?’’

’’This morning’’ you smile and kiss him.

’’Come here’’ Angel and Felipe hold their arms out for you.

You get out of Ez’s lap and walk over to them.

’’I’m so happy for you mija.’’ Felipe says.

’’Thank you.’’ you kiss Felipe’s cheek first and then Angel’s.

’’Oh hermana… I can’t believe it.’’

’’You better believe it Tio Angel’’ you laugh.

You sit down in Ez’s lap again and lean onto him ready to start a new chapter of 

your life.

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