it all went down hill

simon imagine: i love you, and that’s a wrap

REQUESTED:  ‘i really want an imagine when y/n is really happy with Simon and stuff but then like one day it hit her, she notices all these little things that tell her that he doesn’t love her anymore and then she finds out that he’s cheating and smth like that’

The entire house was silent. Nobody dared to speak. To move, to breathe. Tension filled the air, a thick, vicious substance. The marble of the kitchen island was the only thing separating me and him.

He sat across from me, his eyes focused on the surface in front of him. I kept mine glued to him. 

“How long for, Simon?”

He pulled his lip beneath his teeth, chewing the skin, still not looking up at me. I waited patiently for an answer. My legs shook discreetly against the bar stool; I wasn’t sure if this was down to nerves, or just plain anger. Anger seemed easier to come to reason with.

“I don’t know, Y/n.”

“Bullshit.” I cut him off, my tone full of toxicity. Simon was visibly taken aback. His eyes closed, as if he had just been hit in the face. I silently begged myself to keep up the anger act, knowing this would help the conversation massively. I wanted him to believe that was all I was: angry. 

“Y/n why do you even want to know? How will that information help you in any way?” He bit back with the same poisonous tone, his stubborn ways shining through. 

“Because I want to know Simon, can you not even offer me that decency?”

“Fine Y/n you wanna know! Six months, that’s how long! That better?”

“Six months?”

“Six fucking months. Better?”

My blood ran cold through my veins as realisation hit. I looked him deep in his eyes. “Six months ago…that was when we had the conversation. When I told you I felt like you didn’t love me anymore.”

His face softened, lips parting slightly. He looked up finally, making eye contact and suddenly all the anger subsided. 

“No, Y/n, I swear-”

“I was right wasn’t I?” My voice was soft, surprisingly calm but audibly hurt. “You fell out of love with me then, didn’t you?”

“No, Y/n, I didn’t fall out of love with you then.” It was his turn to hurt. He mirrored my tone, sounding hoarse and uncomfortable. 

“But you fell in love with her.”

Again he focused on the island, breaking the eye contact. I let my eyes flutter shut. It felt as if somebody had sucker punched me in the chest. I wanted nothing more than to climb over the counter and hit him, and then hug him, and tell him I hate him but tell him I love him too. I envisioned that conversation six months ago, how we sat by the fireplace, how I opened myself up to him in all my vulnerability. I wanted to run back in time and sit by my past self, tell her to run, run as fast as she possibly could. I wanted to be the Y/n from seven months ago, before it all went down hill. But in this moment, I am not Y/n from seven months ago, and Simon isn’t Simon from seven months ago and we are nothing but two broken, incompatible souls sitting across from eachother at a table. 

“Did you love her?”

“Y/n, please-”

“Simon answer the question. Did you love her?”

He inhaled, closing his eyes. “Not at first.”

“But you grew to.”

“Yes.”

“More than you loved me?”

Laying astray on the table in front of him, his phone vibrated, breaking the silence. He looked up at me immediately and I laughed. 

“That’s her, isn’t it?”

“Y/n are you sure you want to do this-”

“Answer me Simon.”

He stared at the phone, not touching it as the vibration died out slowly. His voice was merely a whisper. 

“Yes.”

“Simon did you ever really love me?”

“Y/n are you serious?” Again he looked up at me. His sea blue eyes were glassed over with tears, presumably a mixture of guilt and regret. His voice was louder, filled with passion and shock but still hoarse. “Of course I fucking loved you! You were the first person I ever loved, my first girlfriend, the first girl I introduced to my parents. How could you even ask that? I loved you with my everything.”

It was my turn to avoid his eye as I looked down, watching a single tear splash onto the marble. My lips trembled, chest aching. 

“So what changed your mind?”

“I don’t know, Y/n,” he sniffed, his head turning away, looking around the room. “I wish I knew.”

“Simon,” I whimpered. My entire careless, angry act shattered around me as I hugged myself, wrapping my own arms around me in an act of comfort, something I’d been doing since I was about five years old. “Is it my fault? Is there anything I could’ve done to change your mind?”

“No, Y/n please don’t blame yourself this isn’t your fault.”

“Then why wasn’t I enough Simon?”

I collapsed into tears, putting my head in my hands. Never had I been more ashamed of myself. I wanted to be rude, angry, spiteful, maybe even hateful. I wanted to come here, cuss him out and then leave him speechless and full of regret as I walked away. But instead, I crawled back into his arms, my mascara stained tears staining his t-shirt. I was broken and I knew it. Simon was everything I had ever wanted, and everything I would continue to want for the rest of my life. More than anything I wanted to fight for him - after all, if you don’t fight for what you want, you cry for what you lose - but deep down, I knew it was useless. I would be fighting a losing battle.

I think that hurt the most. Physically I was in Simon’s arms, but mentally he wasn’t here. Mentally he was with her. He had walked out of the door a long, long time ago.

Y/nickname you were enough, you were always enough I swear to fucking God. The problem isn’t you not being enough, it’s me being too much. I’m fucked up, I’m disloyal, I’m a cheat. And you deserve more than that.”

A tear landed in my hair, this time not one of my own. As he held me I became more and more aware of how alien the warmth felt. In fact, it didn’t feel like warmth at all. It was cold, and sad, and lonely. This wasn’t my home anymore and I knew it.

“Simon,” I pulled away, wiping my eyes with my sleeve. “I have to go.”

“Please, you can’t leave like this, this can’t be the last image I have left of you in my mind.” He let the tears flow freely and I bit my lip to hold mine.

“I’m sorry Simon. I need to go,” I picked my bag up off the floor, heading towards the kitchen door. As I reached it I turned to face him.

“I really hope she was worth it, Simon. I hope you change for her. I hope when you hold her it feels so warm, and so right, and so happy. I hope she appreciates your hold because every time you hold her she’s sitting comfortably in the only place I ever called home. I hope she really makes you happy, Simon.”

I wished I meant my words to be bitchy and spiteful, but I didn’t. I meant them to be genuine. Because that’s what happens when you love somebody; you want the best for them. Even if that best isn’t you. 

With bloodshot eyes he looked back at me.

“I love you, Y/n.”

I shook my head. “No you don’t, Simon.”

Sleep

This is part two to Breathing which you can find here.

Imagine~ Kai getting into bed with you when he can’t sleep in the prison world.

The night was filled with cuddling and light snores and when you awoke you found yourself alone in your bed, missing the presence that once lay next to you.

Clanging echoed through the home and you realized Kai was most probably making breakfast like he did every morning before you woke up. You still didn’t know what brought him to your bed but you felt as if he didn’t want you to know so you didn’t ask.

After a while of simply thinking to yourself about the nights events, you pulled yourself from the bed, trudging downstairs like you did every morning. Except this morning it felt different, like something in the atmosphere had changed.

As you walked into the kitchen you saw a sluggish Kai, leaning over a pan of scrambled eggs. You coughed awkwardly in the door way, catching Kai’s attention.

He gave you a small smile before returning to his cooking; you were surprised he wasn’t speaking, considering usually he would never stop. So you decided to speak up first, in hopes it would break the awkward aroma in the air.

“Did you make enough for two?” you smiled, the silence that seemed never ending broken by your words.

He seemed surprised you were even talking to him, especially since he thought you would’ve found the night more strange than he did; even though he was the person responsible.

“Of course.” he smiled, placing the scrambled egg on a plate before putting more on another. You could tell he seemed tense and you weren’t sure if that was because of your presence or because of what had been on his mind the previous night.

The rest of the day was filled with silence and awkward pauses between the two of you. Even in your attempts to be normal with him he still seemed uncomfortable but you were unsure what to do about it.

~~~

It was a few weeks later and you and Kai had gradually returned to normal, or as normal so you could be. Kai still creeped into your bed every night and now it felt as if you couldn’t sleep without him by your side.

Until one day when it all went down hill.

Shouting echoed through the home as your voices boomed against the walls. You brought up his dark past whilst he brought up you dim future, trapped in a prison world for all eternity.

As the voices of the both of you became louder and the argument got more heated, you backed down. Even though you trusted Kai, you’d never seen him like this and in all honesty you didn’t trust him not to hurt you.

The argument was about something silly and you could barely even remember what you were shouting for. It must’ve been around 10pm when the home fell silent, you and Kai sulking in your own misery.

As you lay in your bed, your hair tied in a messy bun with red, puffy eyes. You hadn’t felt like this since you’d been sent here but even then Kai supported you, but now you were alone. Nobody to help you move forward.

After a while of brooding in your sorrow, you finally felt yourself begin to feel sleepy and you thought maybe you’d be able to survive one night alone.

But your mind started to wonder, what if you and Kai never sorted yourselves out? What if you had to spend an eternity alone and isolated?

Thoughts raced your mind and any form of sleepiness had completely diminished from your head. You lied in your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, completely unable to sleep whilst you were lost in your thoughts.

Little did you know, that just a few rooms away Kai was having the same struggle. He missed the comfort of you being wrapped around by his arms and wondered how he could miss something so little, so much.

But unlike a few weeks ago, he didn’t have the courage to enter your room so he too lay there awake, missing your touch.

As it grew later you realized it was almost impossible to sleep and you had no idea what to do about it. Ever since you’d left Kai alone in the front room, you felt as if a piece of you was missing and all you needed to do was stand up and find it.

Only to find it looking for you as well.

You built up the courage to slip out of your bed sheets and leave the room, your heart pounding in anticipation.

Slowly, you tip toed to the wooden door which you assumed a sleeping Kai would be behind. You rested your hand on the handle for a few moments, debating whether or not this was what you needed right now.

Gently, you creaked the door open, it letting out a loud screech as you pushed it open. Slowly you closed the door behind you, not letting yourself look at Kai just yet.

Gradually you turned around only to be met with Kai staring straight back at you, clearly not able to sleep either.

You gave him a small, nervous smile, unsure of his feelings about you being in his room. He returned it, and as he did you could see the glints of pain in his eyes, clearly struggling with his emotions without your presence.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, his eyes glassed over. You slowly made you way to the opposite side of the bed, pinching the duvet and lifting it up slowly.

He budged over slightly, his eyes still burning into you, waiting for you patiently. As soon as you slipped into the bed, you could feel his cool rings against your waist.

Every negative thought that had once surfaced your mind slowly slid away from your mind. All of Kai’s violent and inhumane thoughts were suppressed at the simple sight of you entering his room.

He grabbed the bed sheet, pulling it further up to protect the both of you. As soon as he did, he pulled you into his embrace and you could smell the sweetness of his scent radiating off of him.

And that was enough to push you into sleep.

Tagged: @x-xrunnerx-x@psingh97

a/n: this wasn’t nearly as good as the last one but the last one was very descriptive and it’s difficult to build a story using that description xx hope you enjoyed anyway <3

EXO Reaction ~ When You’re Baby Sitting Your Niece/Nephew and They Accidentally Teach Them A Sexual Reference

Request: Exo reaction: your baby sitting your niece or nephew and they teach teach them an accidental sexual referance when they were trying to seduce you? Thank you, Saranghae <3


Chanyeol:

One moment Chanyeol was whispering dirty, subtle references in your ear hoping your nephew wouldn’t hear and understand and the next moment he had your Nephew sprung onto both of you asking for Peaches and Cream too.

Wha- I- y/n help me out here please…

Luhan:

All day Luhan had constantly been throwing Star Wars pick up lines your way; the next consisting of ‘I’d shut down all the mashers on your detention level’ when your niece piped up from where she was doing her homework, telling you both she had detention too.

That - Uh… Well that’s I have no words…

Baekhyun:

Baekhyun and yourself had been using various dirty pick up lines on each other all day and wasn’t aware that your niece was listening in the whole time and picking up on the innuendos. To say you were both generally surprised when she recited one of the pick up lines you used on Baek earlier, was an understatement.

Oh goodness… What time is your parents supposed to be picking you up at?!?” 

Kris:

After Yifan, you and your nephew had finished packing away all the mass amount of legos that was laying everywhere; The three of you collapsed onto the sofa trying to revive your energy. When Yifan asked what you should all do next, the both of you nearly choked when your Nephew shouted out “Netflix and Chill!”

*piss ass grumbles under his breath* “Yeah, but you’re here so we can’t exactly Netflix and Chill right now…”

Sehun:

You decided to pop into the shower, leaving Sehun with your Nephew for a few when the EXO Maknae had over heard your nephew mumble silly words that you both threw at each other earlier. It both caught Sehun off guard but amazed him and he probably shouldn’t have encouraged him more.

I’ll teach you all you need to know, my Padawan.

Kai:

Jongin wasn’t usually the one for innuendos or speaking dirty but that one time he attempted, it all went down hill when he said ‘doggy style’ a bit too loud making your Niece think that you were all going to pretend to be dogs. When she started rapidly crawling around the floor barking, she approached you and a now flustered Jongin, shouting ‘Doggy Style!

This is why I try not to speak in a dirty manner…

Xiumin:

Minseok, Yourself and your Nephew was playing around with your Nephews play dough set while Minseok decided it was fun to whisper ‘Trexy’ and ‘T-Rex Sex’ in your ear every few seconds, both of you not noticing that your Nephew had now modeled two T-Rex’s and placed them in front of you both; one on top of the other.

Child… You have one unique mind…” 

Suho:

Every god damn five minutes while you tried to prepare dinner, your horny ass boyfriend would come up behind you and either poke or squeeze your butt while whispering ‘What a sexy bozzum’ in your ear, your nephew caught onto this quickly and followed Junmyeon’s lead making you jump in surprise when he tapped your butt since his hands were so small.

“Excuse me child, but that’s my girlfriend…” *Eyeing your 5 year old nephew jealously*

Chen:

Jongdae and yourself lounged around all day as you both lazily attempted to babysit your Niece, Peppa Pig was streaming through your Netflix and when you heard Jongdae mutter how it was the worst Netflix and Chill ever; your niece sassily replied from the other couch that he looked pretty chill from where she was sitting.

Just… I have no words -

Lay:

Yixing was zero good at dirty pick up lines so when he had been low key using dirty Harry Potter pick up lines on you all day, it was no surprise that when he left his phone unlocked on the sofa when needed the loo; a perfect opportunity for your niece to flick through the dirty pick up lines and use one when he came back.

Niece: “Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
Lay: “Well fuck…”

D.O:

Kyungsoo took it upon his horny self to use his family self to tease you while you tried to feed your 3 year old Nephew his dinner, when you continued to try and feed your nephew; he shouted out “D.O ME!!” making Soo splutter on his water and you choke on the air in the back of your throat. 

“In my defense - That child… must have really sensitive superhuman hearing”

Tao:

You and Tao had been watching the season premiere of The Walking Dead the night before, even though you were both upset over some character loss. Tao thought it would be funny to use dirty pick up lines connecting to the show on you, not realizing your nephew was literally in the same room as you. Tao only winked at you when the little boy repeated what he said, making you more mad.

“Ah kids, they grow up so fast don’t they?”

Be There for You

Mark Scenario

Prompt: can i get a mark scenario (written) where the reader and mark had a huge fight and ‘broke up’ and his other members are contacting the reader and such and in the end mark and the reader made up 

Genre: angst + a little fluff

Words: 1573

a/n: lol I finally decided to post something. Sorry for the long wait. On an unrelated not, I changed my username to appleblossomwrites and I might be adding some groups that I’ll write for. That is unless you guys want this blog to be exclusively NCT and in that case I won’t add any. But if you guys don’t mind I think I am going to add another group.


   In life, it is always important to find a passion. Something that you can work constant hours out for fun and not for work. An activity that you don’t have to be told to do, you do it with your own free will. For you, these activities were photography and writing which lead you to form a passion for photojournalism. You had spent constant hours working on a writing piece that would fit with the beautiful photos that you took. Now you were finally getting a chance to share your work.

  Granted, it was a small event but it meant absolutely everything to you. It was a chance to share something that you worked hard on and were proud of, but as the event went on you found yourself waiting for the person you wanted to show your work to the most.

  You tapped your foot on the ground with growing anticipation. Standing by your booth you smiled at people who passed by and politely answered the questions directed at you. But as hard as you tried to stay focus you couldn’t help but be distracted.

  Every few moments you would check your phone to check the time or if you had any missed calls or messages. But every time you turned on your phone you’d only be met with an empty bright screen and a sinking feeling in your stomach.

  “Where was he?” You definitely told him it was tonight. You clearly remember telling him and him saying that’d he’d be here. Maybe he forgot, but if that was the case you’d be hurt to know that he would forget about something that was so important to you.

  “He’ll be here,” you whispered trying to convince yourself that that was the truth. But as the night went on the statement was getting harder and harder to believe. As the event came to the end you stood at your booth with that same hope which now was beginning to fade. You waited long after everyone else had cleaned up and gone home. Once you were the last one that remained you decided to let go of the hope you had been clinging onto the whole night. As you cleaned up your booth putting the last items away you heard footsteps.

  Running into the room Mark stopped right in front of you with his hands on his knees panting from the run. “I”m so sorry,” Mark apologized.

  Despite Mark’s arrival and apology, you were still angry and you knew if you stayed you’d only say something you’d regret. So you decided to end the conversation and leave before things got messy. “It’s fine,” you lied picking up your bag, “I have to go,” you said walking towards the door.

  “Are you mad?” Mark asked before you reached the door.

  “Yeah, this was really important to me,” you answered with your hand on the door, but instead of leaving you turned around. “Where were you?”

  “I got caught up at work,” Mark responded.

  “Oh.” you started to open the door, “I guess I’ll see you later-”

  “(Y/N) wait,” Mark said, “Shouldn’t we talk about this?”

  You let go of the door knob and turned to face Mark. “What else is there to talk about. This event was super important to me and you missed it, nothing more to it.”

  “I know it was really important to you and I’m really sorry that I missed it.” Mark apologized again.

  “If you knew then you would have been here.”

  “(Y/N), you know I can’t miss work like that.”

  “Maybe that’s the problem,” you mumbled.

  “What?”

  “I’m tired of always coming second to work!” you blurt.

  “Stop overreacting.”

  “I’m overreacting?! It’s the truth!” you yelled and the conflict begins. If it continues at this pace it won’t be long until you say something that you’d regret.

 “Well, I can’t give up my dream for you.”

 “I’m not asking you to give up your dream. I’m asking for at least a little support from you.” you tried to explain.

 “But what you don’t understand (Y/N) is that I can’t miss work whenever you need me to. What I do is really important to me.”

 “Mark, what you need to understand is that this event was super important to me and I wanted to show you something that I was really proud of but you didn’t care enough to show up!” you yelled.

 “Maybe we should both take a breath and calm down and then continue talking about it when we are both in a better place.” Mark offered. But you were already too angry and hurt to even take a moment and stop to think.

  “No, I think we should take a break from each other.” you declared turning to walk out the door. You turned around one last time, “Goodbye Mark,” you said before walking out the door.

•••

  The next morning you woke up feeling even worse than you had the night before. You should have left when you first said you were and then you could avoid all of this. It wouldn’t be a lie if you said you weren’t regretting your decision of breaking up. Maybe if you had taken some time to think you would have been able to figure out a way to work through it. Although you were really mad at and hurt by Mark you still really like him. But despite all these feelings of regret, there was a small part of you that thought that maybe the breakup was for the best. So you pushed your feelings aside and continued on with your day.

  Reaching over to grab you phone you say that you had 27 missed calls and messages. A third of them being from the one and only Mark and the rest were from his various group members. You stared at your phone for a while before turning it off. Today you were going to clear your mind of all this drama. Looking around your room you spotted your camera sitting on your desk. What better way to clear your head than focus on something that you love to do.

  You headed outside with your camera in hand. Your walk started off calm and peaceful with you getting some pretty decent photos. But that all went down hill when your phone started beeping like it was a bomb that was about to go off. You took out your phone and saw how many messages you were getting at the moment. Deciding to address the issue you texted the person who most recently texted which in this case was Donghyuck.

(Y/N): Will you please stop texting me and while you’re at it tell the others to stop too.

Donghyuck: No can do…not until you talk to Mark

(Y/N): Seriously?

Donghyuck: Yep, you guys need to get back together.

(Y/N): What if I thought the breakup was for the best?

Donghyuck: Did you hit or head or something, should I call an ambulance.

(Y/N): no I’m serious

Donghyuck: (Y/N), this is no time for your stupid teen angst drama so cut the crap. We both know you still like Mark.

(Y/N): So what if I do, I’ll get over it with time.

Donghyuck: Do I really need to spell it out for you. You and Mark are meant for each other. You guys are honestly the cutest couple I’ve seen, well sometimes you guys are annoying but most of the time adorable.

(Y/N): fine… I’ll talk to Mark

Donghyuck: THANK YOU. Mark is being all emotional and moping around and it’s getting on my nerves so can you talk to him now.

(Y/N): Tell him to meet me in the park.

 The park was calm with a quiet buzz. You sat alone on a park bench waiting for Mark to come.

 “For you,” a voice said from behind you. You turned and saw Mark as he offered you flowers, which you took.

 “Thank you,” you said smelling the flowers, “These are beautiful, and they smell good.”

  “No problem,” Mark said sitting down next to you. “Look, I’m really sorry about everything.”

  “Well I might have overreacted,” you responded.

  “No you weren’t I was being a jerk,” Mark admitted. “I’m mean how many times have you been there for me. You constantly support me by buying albums and watching me perform. You’re my number one fan.”

  “Well you do make music, it isn’t hard to become a fan.”

  “But it is so much more than that. Whatever I do you are always there for me. Whether I succeed or fail you’re there. You’re always cheering me on from the sidelines and I didn’t even come to your event. I should have been there to support you but I’ll make sure I’m there next time. I’ll be your number one fan,” Mark Declared.  

  “Promise?”

  “I promise, from now on we’re each other’s number one fans,” Mark said smiling.

  “Should we get t-shirts?” you offered jokingly

  Mark laughed, “I’ll order them.” Mark looked over to your camera. “You brought you camera.”

 “Yeah, I was taking photos for my next showcase.”

  “Ooh. Can I see?” Mark asked.

  “Of course!” you said full of excitement as you showed your recently taken photos.

  This was how it was supposed to be. The two of you supporting each other’s dreams and endeavors. Being there for each other no matter what, because that’s what number one fans do.


Requested: ✅

Up next: Approval (Mark Scenario)

[Requests Closed]

- Ary💞

TMNT x Reader! Part Three.

Donatello didn’t think it would be this hard.
It was just a three week thing for work, it wasn’t like you were gone forever. Hell, you were still in the damn state.
He was certain that he would find plenty to do while you were gone. He had an entire moutain of unfinished projects and blueprints, not to mention all the little things he needed to fix around the Lair.
The microwave, the toaster, the mini tv i, Splinters room. Donatello would miss you but he would get by.
At least, that’s what he thought.
Then the lonliness began to creep in, slowly at first. He found a book you had left in his room just before bed and it made him think of you. Then it made him dream of you. And then he woke up, thinking you would be right beside him, only to remember that you were miles away.
It all went down hill after that.
His screwdriver rolled under the desk and, after realizing he couldn’t get it, he remembered how your tiny hands were the only ones who could reach under there. He found one of your shirts in his lab, as well as an earring you had lost weeks ago.
The only pop tarts left were your favorite kind and when he turned on the tv, it was the first movie you had watched together.
Donatello was officially in Hell.
Texting and FaceTime could only go so far. He missed your smell and touch and the company you gave him on long nights. For three weeks, he moped around the Lair, attempting to fix anything and everything in, sight. Tinkering and texting became his only solace.
But finally, three weeks were up and you were on the way home! You texted all through the train ride until you finally made your stop and took a cab. Pulling up to your building, you looked up into your window to see a little light one, a code of yours.
A purple lamplight.
Up the stairs you ran until you finally burst into your apartment and ran into Donnie’s arms.
Finally, he was able to hold you and kiss you and get this weight off his chest. His heart soared as you collapsed onto the couch, laughing. He peppered you with kisses, all over your neck and face as he said over and over
“I missed you, I missed you.”
You laughed happily and took his face in your hands.
“I missed you too, Don.”
And you kissed him. Slowly and sweetly and so, so perfectly. A happy ending in this turtle’s opinion.

pajama-zam  asked:

Whats going on with Miles and Kerry if you dont mind me asking

  1. They are, in recent world of remnants, contradicting prior world building (like why are so many Greek coded characters from an incredibly stereotypical Asian area? Why do we have a Chinese coded character from a vaguely African coded area? And there would be one thing if there had been prior indication that it was like that but before this point everyone from these cultures that we had actual nationalities for was consistent in cultural aesthetic and appearance and now the characters don’t even look like they’re from those areas. Please see Pyrrha Nikos looking decidely not Asian. Sun looking decidedly not African. And don’t forget Blake being coded as a very western civilization street kid, but now she’s Menagerian royalty? It just doesn’t make a lot of sense)
  2. They’re kind of obnoxious
  3. They refuse to answer actual critical questions a fan asked in a panel, so far as letting another audience member curse said fan out.
  4. The writing is derivative and just leaves a LOT to be desired.
  5. We were told that we’d get a canon LGBT character and that we’ve already met said character but there has yet to be a single hint as to who it is or what they are. On top of that every reason they have given for why they can’t introduce them yet doesn’t make sense because we have already had several hetero couples introduced doing the same thing that M&K have said as their reasons for not introducing said character. (Not important to the plot? What about Weiss and Neptune, what plot role did they play other than angst for Jaune? Can’t just come out and shove two characters together? Sun and Blake were all but confirmed the moment he was introduce. There’s been no good moment for a romantic subplot? Then what the hell was the entire school dance arc? Don’t want to introduce someone just to be a love interest? Neptune.) Not to mention they had the perfect moment to have Neptune as a LGBT character but instead they turned away from that and had an obnoxious joke about him being unable to dance. There was literally every sign leading to Neptune being gay, including him being hesitant to admit why he didn’t go to the dance with Weiss and it was honestly incredibly heart breaking when that wasn’t the reason. LGBT community is starved for good representation and M&K are toying with that.
  6. They don’t know how to center the show around Ruby. She has had more screen time than Jaune and yet the reason everyone pegs Jaune as the actual protagonist (and complains about it because it’s  honestly upsetting) is because they know how to write Jaune as a main character, they have no idea how to use Ruby and the show suffers incredibly for it. Jaune is a good character, but because of their poor writing with Ruby people honestly hate him, and I understand why because I did too before I realized why. We were promised a story driven by four kick ass ladies and instead got a story that, thus far, has been driven almost entirely by another Aryan nation looking dude with a sword and angst over a lost lover.
  7. Which brings me to the fight with Pyrrha’s death. Pyrrha should NOT have lost that fight. Pyrrha is literally the most OP character that RWBY has shown us (that we’ve seen fighting). She has control over polarity. She was surrounded by metal. Giant metal gears. Cinder was obviously stunned when she got hit with one. Pyrrha is an incredibly smart and talented fighter who has been in fights before. She should have been able to stun lock Cinder and whack her with the gear until her aura was depleted enough to grind her with said gear like a fucking ant. Pyrrha should NOT have lost that fight and it literally makes to sense to have her do so other than “plot demands it” and that is a lazy and terrible reason.
  8. Roman’s death. They have said so themselves that they killed him because he got more popular than they had original planned and he was never meant to be as important as he ended up being…ok? So why kill him? You now have a character which people love. You know how hard it is to write a good villian that people love? And you had one fall into your lap? You don’t kill them off! You capitalize! Ok. Maybe I could understand killing him off if he is now a threat to the established plot. But don’t do it as a shock factor joke. This is a character fans loved. You don’t off him for a joke.
  9. Penny’s death. I can justify Penny’s death. I honestly can. It was plot relevant it made sense. Ok. But then they gave the “word of god” that she wasn’t going to be rebuilt and brought back which makes no sense. She is a robot. Her memory banks are intact. I don’t care if she got attacked with a magnetic blast, if her father was any decent engineer her memory banks would be protected against such things. But, I guess M&K don’t understand how computers work and that there are protections against magnets. I guess they don’t realize google is a thing and they can literally do research while they’re writing. Let’s not forget the fact, she is made out of metal and would form a natural Faraday Cage against such attacks.
  10. The silver eye bullshit. I don’t have as big of an issue with the Maidens, like I’ll leave those be cause it’s honestly a writing move I would have made. But. The Silver Eye Warriors was some bull shit. Every hint they gave us was pointing to Ruby being the Summer maiden. It was obvious. And not in the red herring type way but in the “this is where we want to be leading our fans” type way. And then they come out of, almost, literally fuck off no where with the Silver Eye thing and it just didn’t fit.
  11. Jaune’s weapons literally give him an OP fighting style (People, based solely on weapon choice who have no hope of beating Jaune: Weiss, Cinder, Yang, Mercury, Black, Sun, Neptune, Emerald, Ren, Fox, Russel, and so on and so on) There’s a reason sword and board was great up until the invention of fire arms (which aren’t even that relevant in RWBY due to aura. Not only that, but all the ones in RWBY we’ve seen have been incredibly low power including the “high impact” sniper rifle). Please nerf. Pyrrha, as I have said, has an ENTIRELY OP fighting style. Ruby, is said to have the most dangerous weapon designed, and it ain’t even that dangerous. The most dangerous part of it is it’s a gun and we’ve seen people get shot and walk away thanks to auras. None of this has been explored, or touched on, or even explained. Jaune frequently gets his ass kicked despite the fact that he should be tanking.
  12. Ruby’s obnoxiousness in RWBY V4 E1. That entire scene with Jaune’s shirt just came off as obnoxious and gross. Why would she laugh at her friend for liking a brand of cereal or sending in box tops? Like that doesn’t seem like something she would laugh at, it seems like something she would do. Not to mention it’s a brand of cereal that has emotional context now because of who’s face must have been plastered on every single fucking box. Especially once Jaune seemed to obviously be upset at her doing so she kept teasing him and laughing. It was a terrible scene and not at all like what we have seen of Ruby thus far.
  13. They have literally no idea how to use character development at all whatsoever. We see that with Jaune, Ruby, Tucker (RvB. We should have had a lot more character development for him in the Chorus arc but we didn’t and it was gross.), Pyrrha (who had no character beyond being a good fighter and being in love with Jaune. At all. There was literally no other point to her character.), and lets not even bring up Black, Nora, and Ren having no character development from this season and Nora STILL doesn’t have any.
  14. Jaune’s “WE HIT IT HARDER” and then proceeding to not even hitting it harder and the plan he came up with having nothing to do with hitting it harder. And he’s allegedly the tactics guy? It becomes quite clear that someone on the writing team (M&K) does not understand tactics.
  15. Jaune was gaining agency as a leader, becoming more serious and a better fighter. And then we get to season 3 and he back slide so fucking hard and is suddenly no good in a fight? Alright. That sounds like terrible writing. But alright.
  16. Team SSSN are useless other than maybe Sun. And what we know of them could fill a thimble and it won’t even fully fill said thimble.
  17. Remember that time Neptune ran to the other side of the enemy team and everyone yelled at him? That was actually efficient tactics. Because it put team NDGO in a bad situation because Neptune can now fire on them forcing them to priorities between going after him or going after the rest of team SSSN.
  18. Can we also talk about the absurdity of Neptune only having a fear of water because his VA can’t swim. When literally he is named off of, and takes literary influence from, the god of the fucking ocean?
  19. Also the fact that Miles Luna has a self insert in every single show he’s ever written for and his only real talent is as a VA.
  20. All in all they have ruined a show I was incredibly excited for when it first came out and was incredibly invested in up until season 3 where it went down hill. There’s probably more but this is all I could think of on such short notice.

I’d complain more about RvB but it’s in not so recent memory so I can’t effectively do it.

French Study Session

“Y-Yeah I-I do.” Luke utters, his voice sounding out of breath as you smirk at him, your hands quickly slipping from his biceps to reach and grab his hands, sliding from your thighs and brushing them up to your chest. His large hands grasping your breasts as you keep on rolling your hips on his.

Originally posted by fivesosgif

Words: 5000+

Request: No

Rating: R


You felt tears begin to well in the hollow of your eyes, your cheeks heating up as you felt your ears begin to ring, the room felt smaller as you swallowed shallow breaths while looking at the thin sheet of paper in front of you. Your eyes falling amongst all the red scribbles on the paper, including the corrections of words and obvious x’s to were you got the question wrong. You felt so defeated.

You couldn’t stop looking at the paper in front of you. You always tried to be the best you could possibly be, always going over and beyond on assignments and doing so fantastically well on tests that you don’t understand how it just went down hill all of a sudden, especially in French, you are so good in it.

“I am very disappointed.” Your French teacher, Mrs. Addison, says and you can feel her eyes on you but it takes everything in you not to look back up at her with tears on the verge of spilling over your lids.

“I-I just don’t know, I don’t understand.” You say while bringing your hands off of the desk and carding them through your hair, a frustrated sigh falling from your lips as you continue to read over every red pen correction.

“Neither do I, your always so good.” Mrs. Addison says, crouching down to level with you, which causes you to bury your head deeper into the desk, trying not to make your French teacher see you cry over such a low mark. “I can’t believe it.” You say, shaking your head and closing your eyes, swallowing the ache in your throat that you always get whenever you’re on the verge of tears.

“Y/N don’t worry, I’m sure that you’ll do good on the next test, just like the rest.” She says, rubbing her hand up and down your back, the sound of her watch clashing against her skin and your back causes you to sigh before you nod your head.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll just try extra hard next time.” You state, peeling your eyes open and staring up at your teacher, her effortless smile set out on her lips before she stands and begins walking around the narrow classroom and chats with a bunch of students.

Your shoulders immediately slump as your chin drops low, you’re back to staring at the failed test in front of you as another sigh rolls out of your mouth, you just wish that you could’ve done so much better.

“Why do you look so sad?” Jocelyn questions, her voice not holding any sympathy what so ever as she smacks down on her bubble gum obscenely.

“I’m sad because I just failed one of my French test.” You say, your head tearing away from the desk and staring in front of you to see Jocelyn sitting with her body sat upon her desk as her feet drum against her seat, making you roll your eyes at her childish position.

“Calm down, the world isn’t ending,” Jocelyn says, this time it’s her turn to roll her eyes. Making you watch her with annoyance before your lips turn into a frown. “I know, I know, it’s just that I really like to do good and I just don’t understand what I did wrong.” You imply, your hands finally tearing away from your hair to rest along your jawline, your head in your hands.

“You don’t need to understand, it’s not like it’s going to be on the next test.” Jocelyn says while taking one of her hands off of her lap and bringing it to shove strands of her unruly curly chocolate her hair behind her ear.

“Yeah but it’s going to be on the exam.” You state while looking up at her with a rised eyebrow, which only receives you the exact same look.

“Fuck the exam, let’s go out for pizza instead.” Jocelyn says before her thin lips break out into a devilsh grin, a laugh falling from your lips before you look up at the clock and see it’s time to go. Your hands slipping the red marked up paper into your binder before standing and grabbing everything else.

“As tempting as that sounds, I don’t want to turn out like you.” You say while tucking your chair into the desk and looking at Jocelyn with a smirk as she hops off hers and begins to walk to the door way filled with your classmates.

“Hey, you’re getting there bugger,” She remarks while smiling, making you turn around and push her towards the door instead of her walking in front of you.

“So you going out to lunch with Levi again?” You ask her as you guys begin to walk down the hallway, the sound of Jocelyn’s sneakers hitting the floor can barley be heard with all the slamming of lockers and jingling of keys.

“Yeah, so I’ll catch you later.” Jocelyn says while smiling at you, her body trailing to her locker which is down the hall. “Yeah, see you later.” You utter before you turn down the hallway when you don’t see Jocelyn’s brown hair anymore.

You walked down your hallway with ease as the sound of laughter and sneakers kept on filling your ears before you even reached your locker was when everything begin to clear out and people started to make their way downstairs for lunch.

You opened up your locker and stuffed your binder on the top shelf before you tossed your pencil case on the one before it. You turned around to look at yourself in the small mirror that was stuck to your locker, checking yourself to see if your hair was still in place, no mascara running, no lip gloss smudge, and nothing stuck in your teeth. With all of those checked off your list you quickly spritz a little bit of perfume on to your chest before placing it back into your school bag.

“Hey Y/N,” A blond boy says just as you shut your locker, causing a gasp to fall from your lips and jump in the air slightly, a relieved sigh falling from your lips when you realize who it is.

“Hi Luke, can you please not do that to me ever again.” You say urgently while turning towards him, a small smile spreading on his lips as he just nods his head. “I really didn’t mean to scare you, thought you knew I was here.” He says while running his eyes over your face to see if you’re still shaken up, his smile growing wider when he sees that you’ve calm down.

“Nope I didn’t know about it.” You state, pushing away from your locker and beginning to walk down the other side of the hallway, Luke walking quickly next to you before letting a breathy laugh fall from his lips.

“You sure do walk fast for a girl that is short,” He says, his lanky self nearly consuming you as you turn down the end of your hallway and begin to make your way to the stairs.

“Thanks for the compliment,” You say while turning to give him a serious look, causing his cheeks to heat up before you stop in your tracks, Luke stopping also to see what’s up. “Why are you following me around, what do you want?” You question while looking him up and down, his usual pair of skinny jeans cling to his skin as a black and white striped shirt is loosely hanging off his shoulders.

And you know that you are coming off rude, it actually is surpising you on how much of a bitch that you’re acting towards him since you’re never like this towards Luke ever.

Luke has always been a sweet guy towards you after you became friends with him in French class, always telling you jokes when you look bored out of your mind or writing on your desk, you at sometimes, just to piss you off; but even whenever that happened you never acted like a bitch towards him and you never even thought the test would have this much of an impact on you.

“Oh, I saw your test and I was wondering if you wanted me to help you go over it with you.” Luke says while peeling his left hand away from his hips and rubbing behind his neck, looking at you with squinted eyes as you look back at him with a rised eyebrow, your left foot laced in your black Converse tapping the tiled floor as your other foot stayed planted to the ground.

“And why would I need your help?” You inquire, staring Luke down as he now stands in front of you with wide eyes and cheeks growing even deeper in colour.

“I was only suggesting because I heard you talking to Jocelyn about it and I thought I could help you, but it’s okay, I understand.” Luke says while nodding his head, his legs beginning to carry his body towards the flight of stairs. You know that your acting like a bitch and Luke is a really sweet guy, way too good for this world, way too good for you to be acting out on him for just a test that you failed on.

“Luke wait, yeah, can you go over it with me. Teach me where I went wrong.” You say while trailing down the first few steps to meet up with Luke, a surpise look in his eyes as he looks at you bewildered before answering.

“Uh, yeah, definitely.” Luke says, smiling at you with his gorgous smile before nodding his head proudly, making you laugh lightly before looking up at him through your lashes painted with mascara.

“So come to my house at seven! Sounds good?” You declare watching Luke nod his head before rocking on his heels.

“Seven o'clock, sounds great.”

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Take me Y/N

Hello love bugs! I just need to say thank you so much for all the love from Take me Howell. So I decided to flip the tables and make Dan the drunk one and you the one dealing with him.

Dan X Female Reader
Warnings- ⚠️swearing, drunk, mentions of smut.

It was honestly a pretty boring day. Dan and Phil were at meetings all day so you had the apartment to yourself. You already did everything you like to do when your alone. You watched the next episode of the thing you are all bingeing together so you can watch the boys reactions to the surprises. You made food that only you like for supper. Lastly you listened to what ever kind of crappy music you wanted to without anyone bitching about how terrible it is. Now you were sitting on the sofa flicking through channels when you hear a crash at the front door. Automatically you jump into action readying your self with the closest object as protection. This happen to be a lighter from all of Phil’s candles, but it was going to make do. As you creep down the stairs lighter in hand you can start to hear voices. You can’t make it out but one is definitely trying to whisper yell. Just as you ready yourself Phil and Dan burst through the door in a flail of arms and coats. You calm your Kung-fu stance relieved it’s just your boys.

“Holy fuck Phil I can handle my own thank you”. Dan says with a flourish of his arms until his coat hits the floor. “See I’m a grown ass man who can handle shit”. This is said as he walks over top of the coat ignoring the fact he should really be picking it up.

“Hey boys”. You say softly trying to still feel out the room. Dan was obviously drunk but you couldn’t tell if Phil was or not.

“Thank god”. Phil was pushing past Dan up the stairs to you to say he looked flustered would be an understatement. “Free wine at meetings mixed with free drinks at a pub because doing Business in London requires it, makes Danny boy drunk as a skunk”. Phil says with tiredness in his eyes. “After the meetings we saw some friends we knew at the pub and it all went down hill from there. With all my love I officially pass the buck to you. He’s all yours”. And with that Phil walks past you to his bedroom to get some much needed sleep. No one likes to be the babysitter in these situations. From looking at Dan you can tell this is a situation where you need to go in with a soft voice but firm instructions.

“Hey love, did you have fun tonight”? You have never seen Dan this drunk before. Of course the two of you have been buzzed together. There was that one time you came over here drunk looking for sex. Other then that this was a first.

“Oh baby I had a great time”. He says making his way slowly up the stairs. “Meetings were meetings but then we saw some of the guys at the pub, and things just took off from there”.

“I’m glad you had fun but did you forget about setting a limit for yourself”? reaching your hand out to try and get him to grab for the last few steps.“

“I did and then I said fuck it. You only live once Y/N”. Dan is officially on the landing with you. Even as a mess he still towers over you making you feel small.

“Well I’m glad you had fun. Let’s go get you to bed. We will get you changed, watered, and tucked in”. You say as you squeeze his hand leading the way up the next steps”.

“I like all of this babe, but I insist we put a little sexy time in between those steps”. He says giving your ass a stinging slap. He was usually forward in when he wanted sex but this had a different tone. “ I want to bend you over and fuck you till you scream my name”.

“Okay”. You say trying to put a quick stop to this. “I’m telling you right now that sex is off the table”. You had to be quick in laying down the law. A small pout forms on Dan’s lips. He had very different plans for how this evening was going down.

“We will see”. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head. You were never really one to turn down a good romp session. Dan was going to try and play this to his advantage. After what seemed like you guys were climbing stairs in a freaking tower and not the three story flat, you finally make it to Dan’s room. You start the search for his pj’s in the drawers. Dan on the other hand decided it was time to serenade you on the piano. This was always like a babe magnet. “Stop trying to impress me, and come and get your clothes on”. You knew his tricks. He forgot who was the sober one and who wasn’t. 

 “Why would I change when all I want to do is undress myself and you”. He had the biggest shit eating grin on thinking he was mr.smooth. At this point you decided it was time to use your mommy voice and just get shit done. 

 “Take. It. Off.” You say while holding the pyjamas outstretched in your arms.

“Damn, fine”. Dan says giving into the instructions. Before you know it he is finally changed. You have definitely baby sat children who didn’t take this long to change.

 “Crawl into bed and I will grab you a water”. You say exiting the room. By the time you come back he is in his bed waiting for you. “Here drink some of this. You will thank me in the morning”. You say handing the glass to him. As Dan gulps down the water you start to dress into your pyjamas, then crawl into bed beside him. You could tell he was finally starting to very slowly sober up.

 “So is sex still off the table because I think I could manage”. He wasn’t even attempting to hide his little smile. He didn’t know how freaking cute he was.

 “Unfortunately we will not be having sex. We can however cuddle”. You say as You motion for Dan to rest his head on your chest. He obliges and gets comfy. You loved to run your fingers through his hair so you started to pet his head. “Good night my sweet drunk boyfriend”. looking down at him you realize Dan however didn’t hear you say that because he was fast asleep.

Mok’s Fic Masterpost

For when the universe is unsure of my fic tag, and also of if something has updated due to Au cross-posting. It will be organized by Fandom and Au. The post will be updated as i write more, and/or manage to uncover more fic. 

This Version is current as of May 16, 2017.


Dragon Age

Fable Series

Steven Universe

  • Episode things
  • Steven Universe Crossover Au’s
    • Janders Gem Au- When an Opal and a Bloodstone get fed up with Homeworld’s treatment of their kind, they flee together for a better life and end up fusing into Rutilated Quartz on a ship bound for Earth. Rutile soon has to come to terms with the fact that life on Earth as a fusion– though free– has it’s cost. This AU combines the world of Steven Universe with the character concepts of Justice and Anders from Dragon Age. This is an Au between myself and @bubonickitten.

Fallout Series

Mad Max Series

  • Mad Max Aus
    • Royals Gang Auaka “Smol Gang au” [spans from “Mad Max 1″ to “Fury Road”] In which high school teacher turned gang leader Inala Simmons and her attempt to survive and then thrive in the same world Max Rockatansky tries so hard to avoid. Along the way she forms a tight knit band of people the old world left over as it died, and those born knowing nothing else that she will lead or drag down with her on her journey– up to and including her own son, Omeo. This is an Au between myself, @rey-finn-poe-dameron, and @mizuki73.

Harry Potter


Non-Fiction/Meta

SHINee reaction to you accidentally sending them a video of you masturbating

A/N: Someone requested this as GF but im changing it to wife or GF because I used yeobo in a few of these and you only use that when talking to your husband/wife :) ~ Becca

Onew: He was getting ready to go live on a variety show when the video came. He held in everything with all his might, biting his lip to hide any sound that wanted to come out of his mouth. He also begged one of the boys in the back to trade seats with him….easier to hide the bulge you had caused him. 

Originally posted by littleshinee

Jonghyun: Jonghyun was backstage waiting to go on stage to perform “She Is” when the video came in to his phone. Jonghyun couldn't stop his jaw from dropping when he opened the video, and once he heard you moan his name he was done for…and so were you when he got home. 

“Uhm excuse me do we have loser pants I think they got me the wrong size these are a little too tight”

Originally posted by mizubelle

Key:  Key was sitting in the studio with the guys working on the next album when he got the message. Little did he know that his sound was all the way up when he opened the video, your moans filling the room making the four other guys head turn quickly in his direction. Key turned the phone on mute and turned the video off but unfortunately for him…and you…the damage was done. 

Minho: Was that (y/n)?

Jonghyun: pretty sure that was….

Taemin: She sent you a video of her doing something naughty didn't she…

Onew: You can shake your head all you want but the bulge in your pants say otherwise!


Originally posted by xingblingmi


Minho: The message came as he sat reading over his lines for the next scene. his scripts dropped right out of his hand making his costar look over at him concerned. He tried to keep his compsure has he saw you pleasure yourself and heard you moan his name into his ears, but he could feel himself getting hard inside his jeans making him mentally curse himself and you for sending the video.  

Co-star: “Hey hyung are you okay you look a bit flustered, is it the next scene I heard it’s a tough one?”

minho: *gif*

Originally posted by mintokkies

Taemin: He was sitting a long table listening to the higher ups in SM talk when he heard his phone go off in his lap. he saw that it was a video message so he clicked his ear piece on and clicked the button, and it all went down hill from there. He tried to keep his composure as he saw you unraviling on the screen, your moans filling his ear making his jeans tighter and tighter as the moaning grew loader. He looked up now and again to look like he was listening to whatever the people in the room were talking about but in reality all he could here was the sound of you moaning his name.

Board member:“Taemin-ssi, what would you like to accomplish on this album?

Taemin:“yes?”

Originally posted by littleprinceu

Lachrimae

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1,559

Warnings: so.much.angst!

A/N: Sequel to In a State. I had the idea for a while and because I have a final tomorrow, I have to procrastinate. Sorry for the angst (but not really). Idea came to me because of cumonbucky who is a fantastic human being for letting me write about this! I might think of writing a 3rd part…depends if y’all want it or not. As always leave comments.

Update: Next part

Originally posted by coporolight

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The Pact (Part Four)

Originally posted by mvssmedia

A/N: I found a lot of typos than expected in the last chapter omg *cringe* And yes, this was a bit late. I wasn’t exactly satisfied with my writing. Anyways, I have no ideaaa where I’m going with this, but I hope it reaches to the point of where I want it to be. (EDIT: Aaaand I found typos)

(IMPORTANT: I update every Tuesday 10AM PH time)

Warning: Slight gore

Word Count: 5,233

Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five (Next Tuesday)


After that incident, Y/N decided to walk around school alone, observing every detail of the building and the hallway she was in. It was beautiful; the corridors that were decorated by the marble columns that allowed the sunlight to light it up, serving it as a way for students to see.The vibe it gave off was something that Y/N compared to that of ancient times and greek eras; it gave her a nostalgic feel to everything. She found herself appreciating one of the many human talents, whether it was just their job or really their passion.

Right now, she was ignoring every one of them as she was minding her own business, even though they could see her. It wasn’t as comfortable as she thought it would be, since word got out fast. The incident was literally the hot topic of the school right now, and she had wondered how it spread that fast. She tried to get it out of her system, and tried to ignore it. But every word she could hear so clearly, as if they were in talking right next to her in close proximity. She couldn’t hear her own thoughts, nor could she overpower the words with her own. There were a lot of voices; she felt like she was backed into a corner when all she could hear was about her

She felt the urge to just bolt her way out of there, and just run to anywhere but here. Her breathing had become rapid, and she bit her lip to prevent herself from doing anything she might regret. When her leg twitched forward to sprint, she suddenly felt a hand latch onto her wrist. She snapped her head towards the owner of the hand, only to find that it was Jaebum. And she never felt more relieved to see him in her entire life, not that she would admit that to him. 

She sighed; suddenly the voices had died down, and it had become more tolerable. 

He had a genuinely worried expression plastered onto his face, and she didn’t know if that was just for her or really just him being worried. She turned to fully face him, wondering what he wanted from her right now. “What?” 

“Are you okay? You looked like you were about to explode just then and there.” He pointed out, recalling how you panicked you looked when the voices got louder. 

“Yeah– I’m fine… now.” She couldn’t lie, and she knew that. She expected some snarky comment from him, or a teasing remark, but surprisingly, he was as quiet as ever. But that didn’t soothe her, she’d rather much have him to say something rather than be totally unreadable.

She knew that he could hear all those whispers, and she felt ashamed in front of him, maybe even embarrassed when he wasn’t saying anything. She thought he was judging her for being so vulnerable, when he might’ve expected her to be a lot stronger than that since she was an angel. She didn’t want him to see her like that, especially not when he could use it against her. 

“Let’s just go,” She started walking in a different direction, the one she thought where the patios were at. Jaebum followed shortly after, now walking side by side with each other. 

“I take it that it didn’t go too well?” He questioned, stuffing his hands into his jacket’s pockets. He was referring to the whispers he was hearing all around. He was quirking his eyebrows at her, but he still had that serious expression on his face. And she didn’t find any intended mockery in his question at all.

“It was swell at first… but you know.” She answered honestly, but vaguely as ever. She recalled how much fun she was having with Jungkook, but all that went down hill when she decided to be rational about it and didn’t decide to heed his words. “Do you think… I made the wrong choice?” She hesitantly asked for his opinion, but not even sparing a single glance towards him. 

“You’re asking me that?” He snorted, not entirely believing that she was that affected to not be in the right mind, asking a demon a moral kind-of-question. She bit her lip, regretting to ask him that. “I don’t know, what do you think?”

“I think I made the wrong decision,” She stated her opinion, and they had finally arrived to their destination point. She took a table that was underneath a big fig tree, which kept them under shade from the sun. Everybody here seemed to be minding their own business, either eating or just chatting up. The day was beautiful, and it had lifted her mood a bit. 

“I don’t think so,” He voiced out, taking a seat opposite to her. “Personally, I think you made the right choice if you were going by morals, but if you wanted to avoid complications…” He trailed off, explaining his point of view. From what he heard, most of the rumors were biased. It had sounded like that girl Cindy had manipulated the situation by wrapping Jungkook around her finger, hence Y/N being overpowered since she didn’t want to use any of her powers to turn things to her favor. He knew she wouldn’t be like that. Technically, what she did was morally right, and logically right as a human. It’s what a human would’ve done, but that wasn’t exactly a smart choice right?

“I’ll go grab some grub.” He stood up, leaving her for awhile with her thoughts. She contemplated on his words, trying to decipher what they had meant. ‘If I wanted to avoid complications?’ She pondered, leaning on the palm of her hand. What other way was there? Just take the beating?

It wasn’t long before he came back with a large platter of food for both of them, having a big grin on his face. She looked at him questioningly; wondering why he was looking so excited when he didn’t need to actually eat. 

“Jaebum, you know we don’t need to eat right?” She questioned, knowing both of them would never and has never been hungry for anything. They didn’t have those kinds of necessities, or any kind for that matter. 

“And you know we can never get an upset tummy no matter how much we eat, so why not?” He retorted, before digging into his extra large french fries. She rolled her eyes at him, before grabbing one of the burgers and sodas he had bought. 

She took a bite out of hers, tasting the delicious juiciness of the patty. She found it weird to be eating with him, but she found the moment to be pleasant. At least she didn’t need to act like someone else around him, since he knew what she already was. 

“So delicious,” He complimented, mouth being constantly stuffed with food, as if he hadn’t eaten in years. She laughed at the sight of him – forgetting about everything for a moment. He looked like a chipmunk with his cheeks stuff liked that.

When she was done with hers, she took a sip of her soda and some of his fries to irritate him – to which in turn he slapped her hand away. “Yah! I just want some!” She exclaimed angrily, however, the sly smile creeping up said otherwise. “You’re not hungry!” He retorted, now engaging into a locked wrestling match with her, attempting to stop her from getting his food. “They’re tasty!” 

He didn’t know what he was doing, entertaining her like this. But he complied nonetheless, and he was actually having fun. A competitive grin had made its way up. “Why are you so stingy!?” “My money, my food!” He argued back, not backing down in their bickering. 

After what seemed like hours of fighting, Jaebum finally gave up and just let Y/N the rest of his fries, to which she gladly accepted before downing it all in one go. “You’re such a pig,” He threw at her a petty insult; although in reality, he definitely had his glory days that made this look like it was dieting. She shrugged it off, happy with herself. 

He noticed the shift in her mood, how it went from sad to happy and playful in mere seconds. How it was like that off a child – curious to learn more, moody when they wouldn’t get what they want. But just like any other child, they were inexperienced and unpredictable. 

So now they sat there in silence, with the exception of cheerful chatter and the nature of course. He stared blankly at his hands, planning his next move. When he was at a different location, he had felt the rising angelic presence on school grounds, which caused slight flickering in the hallways. He had presumed it was just her, since it had not happened so long ago. He was worried about her, wondering if the sudden exposure to this type of environment would be too much. There was a lot she didn’t know about them, but he knew she had seen worse. But what if she can’t handle it happening to her firsthand? The emotions that would rise in an angel would affect anything surrounding her. From flickering lights to dead bodies real fast, he thought it would be dangerous to keep her like this if it would signal her comrades. 

“Hey,” Her voice brought him back to reality. “Why do you think people belittle each other when they’re equal?” She asked out of nowhere, creating imaginary circles with her fingers on the table. He was slowly trying to process at first, but he knew the reason why.

“Well, to them – there’s a lot of factors. It can be because of social status, or power, or talent, but it’s all based on standards. They like to belittle the ones who don’t reach it.” He decided to educate her on human psychology – straightening his back in his chair. He had a lot of experience in this, like it was his second nature to toy with them and see what makes them tick. “Then why was I targeted?” She questioned; they didn’t know her social status, or her power, or any of her talent. And she was sure of her beauty, so why?

“You’re case is different – like I said, a lot of factors. From what I heard, it sounded like that cheerleader was just jealous of you ‘flirting’ with their star player Jungkook.” She snapped her head upwards to look at him in the eye, then pausing to fit the pieces together. “Oh my goodness – are they together?” Now thinking that she might’ve hurt Cindy’s feelings, or maybe her and Jungkook’s relationship. Her face instantly fell as she felt the guilt rise up.

“What no– Hell no,” He scoffed at her false assumption; before he could protest her view even further, a group of girls had approached the two of them.

“Well, well, well – what do we have here?” A high-pitched voice had cut their conversation short. Both of the supernatural beings had simultaneously looked up to find the owner, to which Y/N had found to be Cindy. Her expression immediately turning into a puzzled one. Speak of the devil.

“The tattle tale and–” She looked from Y/N to Jaebum, immediately cutting off her words when her honey eyes landed upon him. “–Who might you be?” She asked in a more friendly and intrigued tone than what she gave to the angel. He had peaked her interest, he figured. He knew whenever someone was interested in him or not, and she was showing obvious signs. He took note of how she addressed Y/N, and from the what he’s been hearing around, it sounded like this girl was Cindy. She had matched the description after all. Styled long brown hair and ruby red lips. 

If he were to be completely honest, he would’ve hooked up with her whenever given the chance for some fun, like he usually would with any unsuspecting human who were just looking for a fling. But since the circumstances… changed, he decided to change his game up a bit. 

Taken,” And that was when things started to get real fun. He looked at her dejected being as he crossed his arms with a smirk etched on his face, waiting for what she had to say to that. She had just made a complete fool of herself – mocking his ‘girlfriend’ in front of her ‘boyfriend’, whom she had just attempted to flirt shamelessly with. 

“Do you have a problem with my girl?” He emphasized, gesturing his head towards the angel – making the point across that he was in fact talking about Y/N. 

Cindy was speechless for a moment, before regaining her composure by standing straight and tall. “Why yes, I didn’t think that miss Y/N was taken, not when she practically threw herself at our star player Jungkook. Slutty, don’t you think?” She countered, crossing her arms at Y/N with a satisfied smile on her face. However her smile suddenly fell when she heard Jaebum’s low chuckle.

He shook his head, not believing how utterly stupid she was. He knew humans were horrible – he used to be one himself, which is why he knew what they were like. And he knew, that this piece of meat dangling in front of him, wouldn’t have the balls to do all things he used to do – no matter how crude this person was, she was still a spoiled brat. Just by seeing her, he knew that she would the type to be cowardly; someone who was willing to save her tail by throwing others into the fire. 

“What’s slutty is you flirting with me in front of my girlfriend.” He pointed out, now looking at her in the eye. Her face began to redden, from her cheeks to her ears as she stood there in awe – she was utterly embarrassed for him to say that out loud so boldly, and because it was the truth she didn’t want to acknowledge. 

“What? Cat caught your tongue?” He mocked, which brought her back to reality. Her demeanor seeming more hostile than to what she was showing him at first. She glared at him before turning away, walking away with the group of girls who were just there to mindlessly follow her. 

Y/N stared at him in bewilderment, not believing how he handled that situation so smoothly. She envied his expertise, since he looked like he would always be ten steps ahead of everyone. She knew he dealt with them ever since he was born a demon, but she wanted to have the same effect of having everyone behind you and turning the results into her favor. 

Jaebum caught her staring at him, knowing that she would be impressed with his manipulation skills. “Glad that I chose you?” He teased, winking at her – which in turn caused her to blush; she was feeling something weird in the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t put her finger on. 

“No… just impressed I must say.” She admits; she can’t really deny the fact at how witty he was. Maybe she could learn a thing or two from him, but little did she know, that was exactly why he brought her there. 

What was his motive you ask? Well in all honesty, it was for the experience, and it still is. He brought her here so that she could learn, whether it be something like manipulation. The past week, he had noticed how she was acting whenever they were going on interrogation missions together. Her boldness and honesty was effective, since it made all her threats seem more threatening as they couldn’t be bluffs. But he noticed how she wasn’t able to tell the difference between the truth and a good lie. If he had given his motive, she would’ve rejected it immediately as her pride would’ve gotten the best of her. 

“Hey, I got an idea.” He spoke up, a hint of mischief in his tone as he leaned in with a playful grin. “And you’re going to like this.” The angel cocked an eyebrow at him, wanting to hear what he has in mind this time. 

“I’m listening,” She leaned in, propping herself with both her arms and elbows on the table.

“Why don’t we stage a play?” He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at her. Y/N looked at him confused; a theatrical play?

“A play?” She repeated his words, not entirely seeing where he was getting at. 

“Why don’t we stage one and let the main character be miss Cindy Browen.” 


Cindy was with her group of friends and her type of people – the jocks, the popular kids, and alike. They were having their usual chatter of things, except this time, since it’s the start of a new year – it comes with an annual bonus topic. New students.

New students were a thing that happened annually, and they’re a big game changer to everyone around. They could be the reigning queen bee in their previous school, they could be the hot new student, they could be the insanely rich ones, they could be anything. So it wasn’t a surprise that they were the hot topic, especially when two significant ones have made their name known in just one day. 

Jungkook knew Y/N, and it was sad to see her being in the hot spotlight. He knew she wasn’t that type of girl, and she was new here, which may have been even worse. Although what did come to a shock to him, was that he heard you were taken by someone else. But even more so when he found out that it was her taller companion who claimed to be her boyfriend. He knew what he heard from him, and he said that they were just ‘friends’ – which confused him to no end when he heard Cindy rambling on about her experience with them.

Had he been lied to? He didn’t know, but it sounded like they were really just friends. He assumed that the guy lied to her in order to protect Y/N, and that was by making Cindy a fool out of herself. After all, that’s what friends are for right? He then immediately recalled how he betrayed her in class, his mood sinking immensely. Trying to convince his conscience that it was for the better, even she agreed – but it wouldn’t budge. He cursed himself, and he cursed Cindy. It’s not like they were dating, plus her hands were always on someone else she found interesting. So why keep Jungkook from getting taken? He fumed at the idea. 

“Kind of a shame though, he was good looking, plus he seemed fit. He could’ve had a chance to try out for the football team.” Cindy claimed, now talking to the football players. One of them scoffed, specifically the captain. 

“Just because he rejected you doesn’t mean he can’t join us – plus he had a good reason; he was taken, by someone pretty at that.” Jungkook heard them argue loud and clear, and he silently agreed with the captain’s protest. Although it peeved him to hear that they thought she was pretty – not that she wasn’t – but that meant they were probably interested in her, and he didn’t want them to lay not even a single hair on her. 

The relationship between the captain and the queen bee was that of a love-hate kind of friendship together; their sorority being closely tied with their fraternity. And that also meant having to agree with each other before passing down their judgement. The captain, Cedric, was more logical, grounded, and definitely more approachable, but a little more lustful and superficial. Whereas Cindy was more manipulative, bold, and smarter, but more hot-headed and arrogant than Cedric. Both had the same ideology of being on top, none can lie about that. 

“How would I know when she was flirting with my Jungkookie!” She exclaimed, crossing her arms at the man next to her. The captain cocked his eyebrow at the star player, who was avoiding his stare by keeping his eyes on his fries. “Jungkook?”

“She wasn’t flirting; she was new and I wanted to get to know her better.” He tried to hold back any sign of animosity in his tone, even though his own words contrasted hers. He didn’t look up at Cindy, but he knew she was burning holes onto the top of his head with her daggering glare. This had always seemed to be the problem with her; he couldn’t get the chance to talk to any girl normally without her coming into play. And she wasn’t even his girlfriend, just someone who thought had claimed him because apparently, she was the only one good enough for him. 

He angrily dropped his fry back into the paper holder, before abruptly standing up and grabbing his bag to leave. “Jungkook, where are you going–” He heard one of them ask, but he didn’t respond and just left them all hanging as he left the cafeteria with all eyes on him. 

Once he walked out, he was met by nature’s bright day and the cheerful banter of people, but that didn’t boost his mood one bit. He couldn’t think straight right now – his mind was a clouded rage, but he had enough presence of mind to know that he needed to take a break from them right now. He just wanted to go home right, play some video games. Or maybe hit the gym, and do some kickboxing. Better yet, the arcade. 

He looked up his pathway, and he immediately noticed from the corner of his eye the two new students. Once his eyes landed on both of their figures, it didn’t latch away. He saw how the two of you were staring at each other – giving each other playful grins that he found some to be suggestive. And he couldn’t help but feel his heart getting tugged down when he saw Y/N smiling back at Jaebum, then suddenly feeling frustrated, but he didn’t know why. 

She noticed his stare when he passed by the sidewalk, and her smile fell for a moment as her face turned into a more grim expression. He didn’t know it, but it looked like he was glaring at her.

He immediately looked away, shaking his head and licking his lips in frustration. His eyebrows were knitted together as his jaw was noticeably clenched. She definitely thought she did something wrong.

Her feet moved on her own as she stood up, not being in control of her actions anymore. 

“Y/N?” He called out – what had gotten into her all of a sudden? She wasn’t responding to him anymore; her feet started to take her away as her eyes were locked onto something, like she was in a trance. 

“Y/N–” He called out short, abruptly standing up in attempts to grab and stop her from whatever she was about to do. But her pace quickened, she was suddenly jogging to something as she followed the school’s pathway to the exit. 

His voices died out when she had began to follow Jungkook, in attempts of catching him. She didn’t even know what she would do when she did, but she decided to push that thought into the back of her mind and think about that later. 


“Another one bites the dust,” A fellow angel – Mira – happily hums to herself as she sees the lifeless body of a defeated demon fall to the ground. Taehyung just watched with a grim expression – lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed; staring hard at the gruesome sight of the human vessel losing its eyes; blood pooling out. 

He was currently on a mission, in pairs to be exact. The past few days had been busy, but they weren’t able to get that much information on anyone. They tried demons mostly, but they were too smart to spill anything about the disturbance. At least, that’s what they thought. 

In reality, little did they know that they did not know anything about the vibration at all. And Taehyung was starting to get to that idea. He frowned upon another lost cause, walking towards and crouching down to examine the corpse. It was a female human vessel, and he thought of the loss of life of the human. She was human; she had people who probably cared for her, and he couldn’t help but feel the guilt resonate within him. What would’ve been done if she was never possessed at all? He knew as well that they couldn’t be exorcised if they were being affected greatly by the cosmic wave, so it was risky and out of the question to even try right now.

He stood up, and walked away with his hands stuffed in his jersey. Usually he would be at the arcade, interacting with others, but he had priorities. 

“What do we tell Seokjin?” Mira queried, following after him shortly. He just shrugged at her nonchalantly, his expression showing that he was bored out of his mind.

“Same as usual,” Since nothing had happened out of the ordinary anyways.

He had imagined that she nodded at his words, as she was silent in response. He could be doing other things by now rather than wasting his time killing humans and demons along, like maybe talk to some humans? Frolic in nature maybe. He would usually be at the arcade with someone at this time; he even made a human friend, much to the Garrison’s dismay.

He didn’t know why they were so against them when they were interesting beings, and angels would always have the upperhand. If anything were to go wrong, he could just make them forget him, and wrap reality. That was the usual solution, but he guesses since it’s dangerous at this point of time, he would understand their worries. 

He sighed as he walked out of the alleyway, the smell of garbage and rundown buildings filling his nostrils bothered him. This area was polluted; especially when it was the west side of the state, where juvenile gangs and crimes never slept. And he hated the thought that they were wasting their lives like this, damning themselves to hell almost completely. He thought he ought to do something about it, maybe after this whole fiasco ends. 

“Hey,” He called out to his companion as he kept his eyes on his path. “Do you ever wonder if it’s really a demon’s doing?” He asked. She was silent for a moment, implying that she was pondering. 

“Of course, but I just have this feeling that it’s not made known to most of the lower class ones.” He figured she would say that, most of his companions gave that sort of answer. But at least it was given with explanation. 

He had asked that because they almost always put the blame on them whenever something happened, but he couldn’t blame the angels about their paranoia. It was almost always like that in this never ending war, they were bound to go against them for all eternity. Angels barely came down on earth, so their existence was only known to the oldest of creatures and to all of demons, which is why most of their suspicion was situated upon them. So it was quite a surprise when other creatures like werewolves, vampires, and ghouls saw them, thinking that they weren’t real. Even the hunters don’t acknowledge their existence, which was sort of ironic since they exorcise demons. 

“Where to now?” He pondered at her question, maybe he could catch up on with his other teammates. 

“East side,” He replied, knowing that Y/N would be there. He wondered what his best friend was doing; nowadays she was going on her own and that was quite unusual for the both of them. He would’ve accompanied her, but due to her protest, he didn’t. He didn’t fight back on it, thinking maybe she had a reason, but it was still out of the blue for him. 

After miles of walking, he found himself in front of a university. But he felt something strange resonating from the building. He followed her presence, where it was last radiating at least. It was weak around parts of the city, but it was still there, which led him here. 

She was here for sure, but there was something oddly mixed in her presence. It was suddenly rising at an alarming pace, and he could hear the flicker of lights inside as well as the many students slightly panicking. His eyes widened when he caught the smell of sulfur, hitting him like a bulldozer – bringing to the terrifying thought that she could be in danger.

Oh my goodness–” He muttered under his breath, he started to sprint towards her direction. He paid no mind to Mira, who was quickly following him out of spite – not knowing what had happened to him. The closer he got to her presence, the more scared he felt when there was another lingering one next to hers.  He put two and two together, thinking that there was something inside that building that alarmed students – and thinking that she had raised her presence in hopes of a distress signal.

His feet were running on the sidewalk, dodging the few passersby swiftly as he desperately followed her angelic presence. He then heard rapid footsteps coming from his left at a fast face, and in the corner of his eye, he saw a figure running at him.

By instinct, he turned to get a full view of him; that’s when they had made eye-contact, and it was like time had stopped still. His eyes were locked onto soft brown ones – terrified and frustrated beyond belief. Both of their eyes dilated towards each other, getting a good glimpse of their friend. If only both of them weren’t in a hurry, Taehyung would’ve been in the right mind to stop his human acquaintance at the moment before he took a quick step backward, letting him pass himself by and onto the pedestrian lane.

“Jungkook! Look out!” A shrieking voice brought him back to the present. He snapped his head towards the direction of the owner – eyes landing upon the person he was looking for, then to the figure behind her. 

“What?” He uttered out in confusion, not believing the sight before him. He tried to piece things together when he saw Jaebum, clearly getting a view on his horrifying demonic appearance residing behind the human vessel. But everything was happening all so fast it made no sense to him at that point.

Why was Jungkook running away? And why was she chasing him? More importantly, that thing behind her–

The sound of a truck’s horn rang through his ears – eyes turning into saucers to the sudden realization when he had processed her words clearly.

He immediately turned his head back to Jungkook’s spot, catching a glimpse of a fast-pacing semi-trailer nearing him. 

“NO!” Both of them simultaneously reached their hand out as they screamed for the boy to jump out of the way. And just when Jungkook noticed the presence of the truck, that was when everything stopped

It’s A Big Deal

A/n: You already know. It’s the bae’s birthday - how else could I celebrate?Warnings: None. It’s a birthday fic!
Word Count: 3690


Draco stirred from his peaceful dream waking to find that not only was he alone, which wasn’t all too unusual but still a bit of a let down but that there was a card floating above his head. He looked up seeing the cause of his waking, the card suspended above his head tapping his forehead, reaching up he picked it from the air and opened it, Happy Birthday Draco!

It wasn’t signed and that alone made Draco a little nervous in the fact that it was just there, holding it to his chest he stood up from the bed with a small stretch and headed to the bathroom and yet another thing out of place. A card was stuck to the mirror, he paused looking at it before pulling it off and opening it to read, Happy Birthday Draco! scrawled across the otherwise blank card. On the front just like the other was a cake this cake had two candles. Other than that no difference.

He stared in shock laying the both of them on the counter before starting his morning ritual; stripping, using the bathroom, brushing his teeth, washing his face and then it was time for the shower. He pulled the curtain back and gasped. There plastered to the black shower tile of the wall was another card. A cake on the front with three candles, and inside? Happy Birthday Draco! was scrawled.

Now he was alarmed, who the fuck? He looked around slowly and walked out of the bathroom with the cards in one hand and his wand, which he grabbed from the bedside table, in the other at the ready. On top of the dresser was a card propped open with four candles, the same message inside. Then another was in front of his half opened closet on the ground which he bent down and picked up slowly - five candles on the front. He hurried through the bedroom door checking the hallway before hurrying down the stairs no card in sight but as he stepped into the kitchen on the counter next to the coffee maker was a card with six candles, Happy Birthday Draco! scrawled across the blank inside.

What the fuck… He thought carrying all six cards in his hand, pausing a moment to think back to last night. He had gone out for drinks with Pansy and Blaise after work. He had an extremely stressful case and was looking to unwind but he could remember all of last night, he wasn’t drunk nor had anyone come home with him he was a little old for one nights stands, anyway. Probably Pansy. He decided with a sigh, and sat the cards down on the island before hurrying up the stairs to finish getting ready.

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Violet

Requested by @ktrk5

 

Judy is expecting…under the worst possible conditions.

 

Violet

 

           Judy had imagined this day for years. In her fantasies she was laughing, and crying tears of joy, rushing to the phone to tell her family the good news. “It finally happened!” she’d gush to her mother and father and any other ears that were nearby. “I’m pregnant!”

But fantasy, as usual, was so different and so much better than reality. Reality had Judy sitting on the cold floor of the pharmacy’s bathroom, staring through her tears at the plastic stick between her fingers, at the red plus sign that told her the sudden tiredness and nausea were for a reason. She didn’t reach for the phone inside her pocket to call her parents and tell them the good news. This wasn’t good news.

It wasn’t…because she wasn’t married, wasn’t even dating. She was sitting on a bathroom floor crying her eyes out because she had made a mistake, had made it more than once. But she had no idea it would happen, had no idea it could happen.

She had never heard of a fox impregnating a rabbit.

           That first night was where it all went down hill, she realized. She and Nick had been celebrating, the ZPD having finally caught an escaped convict that had eluded them for months. Nick had invited her to his place, a moderately nice apartment that was bigger than her own; he had some cheap bottles of champagne he had nabbed from Finnick a couple months back.

They had made themselves comfortable on his couch and enjoyed glasses of the champagne that didn’t even bother to bubble when they opened the bottle. Nick had flicked on his TV and they watched a romantic comedy. And for a while they sat in silence, occasionally laughing at the film, taking sips of their low priced alcohol, simply enjoying each other’s company.

They did that a lot, enjoy each other’s company. They were best friends. Partners. They understood each other more than any other animal and maybe that was one of the reasons Judy had let herself become more tipsy than usual, which had led to their first mistake. She had absolutely adored Nick, still did, he was funny and charming, one of a kind, he made her feel special and she knew he always had her back, which was why she didn’t hesitate to answer him honestly when he spoke next.

They were watching the couple on the movie, a wolf and oddly enough a hare, share their first kiss which eventually led them to the bedroom which was far more explicit than Judy had expected from a romantic comedy and hoped Nick didn’t see how her ears had turned red. It was weird watching such things with her male friend. She closed her eyes as she took a larger sip from her glass.

 Nick had moved his green eyes from the TV to her, his face expressionless as he spoke, “Have you ever done that?”

She looked up at him, her brow knit, “Done what?”

He indicated to the TV that had mercifully ended the bedroom scene and now the hare was telling her friends that she was in love with the wolf, “Date a different species.”

Judy shook her head, “Nope. Strictly rabbits.” To be honest she had never dated that much, most of her family called her a prude. But she had just been so busy with work and the fact she wasn’t going to date just any guy, it had to be the right guy.

“What about you?” she asked the fox.

He snorted bitterly, “Please, I can’t even convince vixens to go out with me.”

That made Judy frown, she wasn’t a good judge when it came to the beauty of foxes, she had only known two in her whole life, but she didn’t think Nick was ugly. Of course if he acted like he did when they first met then that was more understandable.

           “What do you think about it?” Nick asked a few minutes later. The wolf and the hare had had a misunderstanding and now were in the middle of an argument.

If Judy hadn’t already had a full glass of champagne she probably would’ve been more weirded out by the sudden interest. She shrugged, “I think its fine. Why do you ask?”

It was Nick’s turn to shrug but he didn’t meet Judy’s eyes, “Just curious.” He looked at the almost empty bottle of champagne, “Maybe I had too much of this.” He poured himself another glass.

“Would you date another species?” Judy asked him as the movie started to come to an end.

“Why?” Nick smirked over at her, “Interested?”

She let out a small laugh, her ears dusting pink, “You wish.” But her laughter died down when she saw the way Nick was looking at her.

“Yeah,” Nick breathed, his eyes not breaking from her own. “I would.”

She wanted to glance away but she felt trapped beneath his gaze, “…Wh-what kind of mammal would you be with…?”

Nick had looked her over then and Judy felt like her entire body was on fire, the hunger in his green eyes had set her heart pounding. She had never felt desired like this.

“At the moment….” Nick finally spoke, his voice unnaturally husky, “A rabbit.”

Then he was leaning toward her and Judy let her eyes slip shut, a silent dare for Nick to kiss her. A second later she felt warm lips against her own and she couldn’t hold back the moan that rose from her throat, couldn’t resist immediately opening her mouth to taste him, his tongue carried the flavor of the same champagne that was coursing through her body, making her forget that he was a fox, making her forget that this wasn’t a good idea, making her forget that he didn’t love her, not like he should as he pushed her down onto the couch, his paws rubbing across her arms and stomach and thighs.

Judy’s paws reached toward his neck, her fingers running across his coarse red fur, trailing down to his shoulders, digging her blunt nails in. Nick didn’t spend long tasting her, his mouth pulled away to nuzzle against her neck and shoulders, his teeth gently nipping her flesh and the action caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach.

           When Nick almost fell off the couch he suggested the bed and Judy agreed, following him to his bedroom where they sprawled across his bed, continuing their feverous kissing. They hadn’t planned for what happened next, they hadn’t planned to slip their now wrinkled clothes off, to go farther than they should, to know what it felt like to be one, to cry out each other’s names as powerful waves of ecstasy sent them over the edge. They hadn’t planned on waking up the next morning in each other’s arms.

The pleasure of last night almost hadn’t been worth the following mortification. But as they hastily put on the clothes they had strewn on the floor they had both assured each other they’d still be friends, they had been drunk and it was a one time thing. They would move on with their lives, they wouldn’t mention it, it wouldn’t happen again.

           They kept that promise for exactly two weeks.

The second time was at Judy’s apartment, she had had a rough week. Bogo had swamped her with paperwork and to top it off she had missed her aunt’s birthday. Nick had come to her place to offer a friendly shoulder for her to lean on, the poor bunny exhausted and heartsick. She had just wanted a distraction, wanted to feel good, and Nick was right next to her, holding her paw and offering comforting words. She had pulled him into a kiss and the fox hadn’t needed persuasion to go any farther and when they had finished her loud neighbors had no qualms with offering a commentary.

Once again they vowed that was it, they didn’t need their neighbors to talk. But of course they didn’t listen to themselves.

           The third time was after Nick had flirted with a pretty vixen and he wanted to assure a moody Judy that she was still his favorite girl.

           The fourth and latest time happened for no good reason, they just wanted to. That had been a month ago, and Judy had started to feel sick. Recognizing the symptoms from living with her mother and older sisters, she had gone to the pharmacy, her worst fear proven. But after spending those nights together, despite the comfort and the assurance, it was really nothing but a fling. Nick cared for her, she knew that, but he didn’t want to be with her. He would’ve brought it up by now surely, and Judy was too scared to ask him. Especially now, if he rejected her she wasn’t sure she could handle it.

She was scared, that was all there was to it. She was too scared to tell Nick, she wouldn’t tell him she was carrying his baby.

“Which is fine,” she assured herself, a lump in her throat making it hard to breathe. “It’s Nick Wilde we’re talking about. He doesn’t want kids; besides…he wouldn’t want to be my boyfriend let alone a father. I’m Judy Hopps, the first rabbit cop of ZPD…If I can do that I can be a raise a kit all on my own.”

 Her phone buzzed, signaling it was five in the morning. Time to get to work; she was glad she had already dressed up in her uniform before she had headed to the pharmacy. She had figured she would need time to waste on tears.

           Judy stood up, threw the stick into a trash bin and wiped the tears away, time wasted; now she had to get to work. She could afford to work a few more days before she would have no choice but to take maternity leave and then…she’d figure that out when she got there.

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           “There you are, Carrots!” Nick’s voice sent a wave of dread through her as she walked into the precinct, already feeling exhausted from the walk from the pharmacy store.

He was chatting with Clawhauser, both munching on a donut. Judy usually really liked donuts but the smell of them nearly made bile rise in her throat.

“Not like you to be late,” Nick pointed out, dusting the sprinkles off his paws and walking over to stand by her side. He gave her the welcoming smile he always gave her at the beginning of work.

Judy forced her lips up into a smile, hoping he didn’t notice how forced it was, “Sorry, just got a little tired.” She wondered if her face showed her panic that a kit was growing inside her at that very moment.

           They waved to Clawhauser before heading to the bullpen. Stepping inside she remembered that she and Nick sat together, they always sat together. And if she tried to sit somewhere else he would know something was wrong, but she wasn’t sure if she could stand sitting next to him.

Judy forced herself to climb onto the seat next to the fox, being careful not to touch his shoulder like she usually did. All she could think about was those nights together, that her partner was going to be a father. She had to figure out what to do when she started showing, even if she took a break from the force Nick spent everyday with her. He would find out she was expecting and he would figure out whose it was. And then what? Would she lose him for good? The thought sent a new spike of fear through her heart.

           Bogo finally walked in, reciting some mundane announcements. But as he spoke Judy felt sudden nausea boil in her stomach and she started to panic. She would not throw up in front of the entire first precinct. She made to raise her hand to be excused when Nick wrapped his tail around her torso.

It was something he had started doing months before they first spent a night together, it was a simple act; affectionate, done so many times Nick probably hadn’t even realized it had happened.

But feeling his tail drape across her thigh made Judy yelp and move back, sending her falling out of her chair and landing on her tail. Nick looked at her with open shock and concern as did the other officers, Bogo having stopped mid-announcement. The buffalo and a few other officers sent Nick accusatory glares which made the fox indignant.

“What? I didn’t do anything!” he insisted vehemently.

“Sorry,” Judy mumbled to the room as she stood up. She felt the bile rising in her throat. “I just need to go to the bathroom.” She dashed off before another word could be uttered.

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           The next few days were like that. Judy would wake up with awful morning sickness, having to rush down to her apartments’ communal bathroom. She would get strange or concerned looks from other residents as she dashed into a stall to vomit up her dinner. None of them asked her what was wrong, they probably already knew.

Judy would then force herself into her uniform and start her walk to the ZPD, resisting riding a bus or taxi because she had to save money because babies were expensive. But God, were her legs tired, in fact her entire body felt like lead and she was so thankful Bogo kept her on desk duty, allowing her to sit in her chair and just type out her paperwork. But even that wasn’t as easy as it used to be. All the while her stomach gurgled painfully and her head pounded in agony and she wanted to know what she did to deserve all this.

Then there was the odd cravings, she knew she was giving birth to something with fox in its genes when she purchased five bags of cicada chips and ate them all before she made it home. She had also started making a habit of stopping at BugBurga whenever she could spare the change.

But the worst had to be the mood swings. Judy would be feeling mildly okay, her nausea at bay, her legs not aching as badly as usual and she would be sipping from a coffee cup that was actually a cricket shake in disguise.

And then a wave of malice would just wash over her and she’d have to bite her tongue from letting out a growl. She would end up snapping at some of the other officers for just asking her a question or her shoulders would start shaking and tears would well up and she’d have to find a place to hide until the tears subsided.

           And of course Nick took notice of her strange behavior; he’d ask her why she was so late again. He’d want to know why she didn’t want one of Clawhauser’s donuts or why she snarled at some of their fellow officers. He kept demanding why she spent so much of her time in the bathroom. But Judy would only give him a half-hearted excuse or ignore him completely. The fox would let out a frustrated growl when she did the latter but wouldn’t push her, turning back to whatever he was doing. It didn’t help improve Judy’s mood that she was already pushing her best friend away and she was barely even showing yet.

One night Judy lay wide awake on her bed, tired but unable to get to sleep. Thinking of how sick she would be tomorrow, how tired, how irritated, and how she was going to be all alone raising this hybrid kit. She hadn’t told any of her friends, Clawhauser and Fru Fru couldn’t keep a secret to save their lives, and her parents would expect Nick to take Judy down the aisle if she told them he had gotten her pregnant. The only mammal she could really talk to was Mrs. Otterton but she and her family were on vacation.

Judy then realized all thoughts on her pregnancy had been nothing but negative and she felt guilty. She rubbed a paw over her stomach; she could just make out the beginning of a baby bump. “I’m sorry,” she breathed to her unborn child. “I’m just so scared and tired right now, but I’ll be okay. We’ll both be okay…I promise.” She curled onto her side, hugging her stomach with both paws and closed her eyes, trying to picture what her baby would look like.

But despite her promise to her kit tomorrow would be one of her worst days.

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           She and Nick had been assigned to parking duty, apparently doing nothing but paperwork was too much to hope for. Her legs ached as she followed the fox from one parking meter to the next.

Nick personally didn’t find parking duty all that tedious like Judy. Even getting a few snickers out of the furious looks animals gave him. Judy could only follow him, leaning against a meter or a bench or a pole whenever he stopped, it had felt like she only got a few seconds of sleep before her alarm was blaring through her ears.

“Couldn’t sleep again, Carrots,” Nick asked her as he made it to ticket sixty eight.

She shrugged helplessly, “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“Maybe you need a better mattress,” Nick said. He looked at her and offered a smile, “It is pretty lumpy; I know that from experience.”

Judy cringed, the only time he had slept in her bed was when he had slept with her, Judy had sprawled on top of Nick, finding his torso much more comfortable than her mattress. But nights with Nick only reminded her of why she was so tired right now.

She looked away from him, not noticing how the fox’s smile quickly fell and he turned back to his job. A second later they heard the sirens.

           Judy’s ears pricked up as she and Nick swiveled around to see a tiger racing across the street, holding a cash register between his orange paws. Nick immediately tossed his ticket maker into the nicknamed ‘Joke-mobile’ and raced across the street to tail the tiger. Judy forced herself to sprint after.

But she didn’t get far, she tried her best to run, cars and buildings blurring past her for a few seconds but then the aching in her legs increased ten-fold. She couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs, her stomach felt cramped and her vision was going blurry. Judy finally fell, just managing to catch herself on her paws and knees. She stared down at the gray cement beneath her and forced air back into her lungs. Her panting raspy to her own ears and she was sure she was going to be sick again.

           “Carrots?” Nick’s questioning voice came a few feet ahead; he must’ve turned to see she had fallen. “Carrots!”

A few seconds later the fox was kneeling beside her, having abandoned the chase. His face was twisted in fear as he extended his paws toward her to help her up, the same paws that had touched her and led to where she was now.

Before she even knew what she was doing Judy pushed him away, nearly knocking the fox onto his back. “Don’t touch me!” she shrieked at him, making some passersby turn around and walk the other way.

Nick, affronted, scowled at her, “I was just trying to help!”

“I’m not a helpless child,” she snapped at him. “I don’t need your help! I don’t need you!”

Nick flinched as if she had struck him. “What is wrong with you?” he demanded.

           She was sick of it that’s what was wrong. She was sick and tired and scared and so sad because she was in love with this stupid fox… She was. She had been in love with him since their first night together and she had been in denial ever since. And now she let it stare her in the face, let her accept the fact she was in love with the father of her child and there was nothing she could do about it because for Nick it had just been a fling. Nick had just wanted to have some fun, he didn’t want to be tethered to a rabbit he wasn’t even dating or to a kit he didn’t even know existed, and Judy didn’t want them both to face their mistake when there was no need.

So she just glared at him as she forced herself to her feet, and made her way back to the Joke-mobile, the fox’s burning glower on her back.

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           When they got back to the precinct Judy immediately made her way to Bogo’s office, ignoring the wave Clawhauser sent her. She was too scared she would burst into tears at any minute. Nick made his own way to his desk, his tail bushed out in anger as he sat down in his chair. He hadn’t said a word since Judy said, quite plainly, that she didn’t need him.

She walked into the chief’s office, not bothering to knock which obviously surprised the buffalo who had been busy looking through paper work, his reading glances perched on the bridge of his nose.

“Hopps, what makes you think you can barge-” his voice broke off when he saw the expression on the rabbit’s face and he placed his file down. “What’s wrong?”

Judy took in a shuddering breath, she was losing her grip, she was going to break down in tears right there in front of her boss. But she couldn’t keep working, “I need to go on leave.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, “What kind of leave?”

“…Maternity leave,” she winced at the words.

It looked like Bogo’s eyes would pop out of his head, “Come again?”

Judy stepped closer to the buffalo, her legs ached but she knew she wouldn’t be able to climb onto a chair. She continued, “I-I’m expecting a baby, sir. That’s why I haven’t been at my best these past few days…I think it’s time I take a break so I can focus on that.”  

“I see…” he replied, looking her up and down. “Very well, I’ll let you go on maternity leave. Who’s the father, if I may ask?”

Judy glanced toward the closed door, where beyond it Nick was sitting at his desk, typing furiously at his computer. “It’s not important,” she answered.

Bogo narrowed his eyes, “I wouldn’t say that. Does Wilde know?”

Judy looked up at him in horror. How did he find out? “W-What?!”
“He’s your friend isn’t he?” the buffalo asked, a bit thrown off by the rabbit’s sudden panic. “I figured he’s one of the first mammals you would tell.”

“O-oh, no,” she shook her head, relief making her shoulders sink. “He doesn’t know. And if it’s all the same to you, sir, could you please not tell him? Or any of the ZPD?”

It was obvious Bogo wanted to demand why she wanted to keep it a secret but since she wasn’t a criminal he wouldn’t interrogate her. “I don’t think you’ll be able to keep this a secret for long, Hopps, especially not from that fox.”

“I know, just… I’ll tell him and everyone else eventually. Just not right now…”

Bogo looked at her for a second before letting out a soft sigh, “Do what you think is best, now go on home.”

Judy nodded and headed for the door. “Hopps,” Bogo called just as she opened it. Judy looked over her shoulder at the buffalo. “Congratulations.”

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           Her phone vibrated again. Judy lay sprawled across her bed; empty cicada chips littered her room. She knew that it was a message from Nick; he had been trying to get in contact with her since the day she left. Judy couldn’t exactly blame him; days ago she had left the precinct immediately after telling Bogo she was pregnant and hadn’t told Nick she was leaving. It was awful of her, she knew that. But she couldn’t bear to be around him anymore.

She picked up her phone and looked at the new message, Talk to me. Judy trailed through the other messages he had already sent her: Where are you?

Bogo just told me ur on vacation WTF??

Is it becuz I wanted to help u I’m sorry Carrots!

Stop ignoring me!!!

And then his latest text, Talk to me… Judy tried to hold back a wave of guilt. Her fingers hovered over her phone’s keypad. For a moment she imagined texting him the truth but her fear won over and she texted what was best for the both of them: Please leave me alone. She hit send just as her phone rang. Mrs. Otterton was calling her.

Judy felt a sense of relief as she answered the call, “Hello?”

“Hi, Judy. I’m on my way,” Mrs. Otterton’s soft voice calmed Judy. The otter had returned home a few days after Judy started her maternity leave and the rabbit had went for a visit. But when her friend opened the door Judy couldn’t help but fall into her arms, sobbing her heart out as she told her what had happened. When she had finally managed to get the story out Mrs. Otterton led her inside the house, set her on the couch and got her some tea, calmly assuring Judy that she had a friend who would help her through it all. And now Mrs. Otterton was taking her to her first doctor appointment to check on the baby.

           Judy forced herself off her bed and got dressed, slipping her now quiet phone into her pocket and heading outside to wait for the otter.

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           “There’s it’s heartbeat,” Dr. Monroe, a moose, stated. He had a stethoscope pressed against the small bump of Judy’s belly. “It’s a strong one, healthy.”

He smiled up at her, “Nothing to worry about.”

“What do you think it will look like?” Judy asked from where she sat. Mrs. Otterton was holding her paw and stroking it reassuringly.

“Hard to say,” the moose replied. “I’ve delivered for a few interspecies couples but never a bunny and fox. We’ll have to see when the baby’s big enough for an ultrasound.” A few minutes later he sent the two ladies on their way, Judy’s stomach growling loudly and making Mrs. Otterton and a few passing mammals chuckle.

           “What are you in the mood for?” the otter asked as they drove out of the hospital’s parking lot, “My treat.”

“I can pay,” Judy assured, leaning against the passenger seat. “But I would love some BugBurga, lots and lots of BugBurga.”

Mrs. Otterton laughed again, “Whatever you want, sweetie. I know I couldn’t get enough greasy food when I was pregnant with my boys.”

“My mom always craved sweets every time she was expecting,” Judy replied. “I was so upset one time she ate all of the cookies in the house. But now I get it.”

           Mrs. Otterton parked before BugBurga, helping Judy out of the car even though she insisted she was fine. She still let the otter take her arm and lead her inside, at the moment she was just happy she had someone to be with her who would keep her secret.

Inside the fast food restaurant a blast of cold air had Judy wrapping her arms around herself and shivering, Mrs. Otterton urged her to go find a place to sit while she waited in line to order their food. Judy obeyed, sitting at a two chaired table by the window. She laid her arms across the table, burying her face into her arms and thinking she could fall asleep right then if she wasn’t so hungry.

“Judy?” a partly familiar voice spoke up. “Judy Hopps?”

She lifted her head to see a tan rabbit standing a few feet away from her, smiling in surprised recognition. Judy hadn’t seen that face in years.

“Monty!” she smiled and stood up, walking over to hug her old friend that she hadn’t seen since she was thirteen. “It’s so good to see you.”

“Good to see you too,” Monty wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. He pulled her back at arms length to look her over. “You look good, bun in the oven I see.”

“Heh…yeah,” Judy said awkwardly then changed the subject, “Sit down, sit down, how have you been?”

Monty sat across from her, “I’ve been great, I’m on the road with some buddies of mine, traveling the world, seeing the sights. That’s why I’m in a BugBurga, I got a hyena and badger waiting for me.”

“Oh, well I don’t want to keep you,” Judy replied.

“I got time while the food’s cooking,” he assured her. “So what are you doing in BugBurga?”

“It’s uh, it’s a long story,” Judy rubbed her arm and didn’t meet Monty’s eye.

The rabbit smirked, his blue eyes trailing to her stomach. “Is the daddy a predator?”

Judy’s ears flared red and Monty laughed, “No need to get so embarrassed, Jude. Everyone always figured you’d settle down with something that wasn’t a rabbit. You were different like that.”

“Did they,” Judy said, still feeling flustered.

Monty must have sensed her discomfort because he reached out and placed his paw over her own, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Judy. I actually really admired how you weren’t scared to be unique, not a lot of rabbits are like that.”

Judy smiled gratefully at her old friend, seeing him reminded her of how much she missed her family as she hadn’t called them in over a week. It was almost time to tell them and face the consequences and smiling into Monty’s sapphire eyes, she felt confident she could do it.

Knocking on the glass they sat by had Judy turning and her smile instantly dropped. Nick and Finnick stood on the other side of the window; the red fox’s eyes were staring at Judy’s stomach and the obvious baby bump.

Panic had Judy’s heart pumping as Nick met her eyes and indicated to her stomach, “What the hell,” he mouthed through the glass.

Monty looked to him then to Judy, “Is that the father?”

Nick was heading toward the restaurant’s entrance, Finnick scurrying after him. “Monty,” Judy turned to her friend. “You should probably go.” She hadn’t liked the way Nick’s eyes had blazed as he had made his way for the door.

The rabbit’s brow furrowed in confusion, “Why?”

“You just need to,” she insisted, standing up as she heard the door chime, signaling Nick was inside. “I’m so sorry; it was so good to see you again.”

Monty still looked confused but nodded and headed off, “I’ll friend you on Fangbook,” he called before heading off to get his food.

           Judy turned around but Nick was already standing before her, watching Monty walk off. Finnick stood behind his friend and waved lamely at Judy who felt too sick to return it.

Nick finally turned his eyes to her, then to her baby bump, then back to her. “Wha…” his voice trailed off as he wildly indicated to her stomach. “How…wha…what’s that!?”

“I’m uh…I’m pregnant,” she replied weakly.

I can see that!” Nick snarled, making a few nearby customers stare at them. “When did that happen? Who was that rabbit!?”
“I found out about a month ago,” she answered, her voice quiet. “And that was my old childhood friend, Monty.”

Monty,” Nick said the words as if they left a bad taste in his mouth. He looked for the rabbit but Judy’s old friend was already heading out the door. Nick turned his glare back at her, “So what you met up with some rabbit from your high school and decided to have a litter with him?”

Judy’s jaw dropped. Nick didn’t realize this was his baby. “I…uh…”

“You told me your family only have litters after they got married,” Nick reminded her. “Are you married to that guy, Carrots? Thanks for inviting me to the wedding.”

“Please don’t do this…” Judy begged softly.

“No, I’m going to do this,” Nick snapped. “You’ve been avoiding me, you left work without telling me, you wouldn’t answer any of my texts, you yelled at me for no good reason, told me to leave you alone, and now I find out you’re pregnant!?”

Judy huddled into herself as Nick continued, “I thought I was your friend, Judy! Why would you hide this from me!?”

“Sir,” Mrs. Otterton walked up to stand between Nick and Judy. “Please stop yelling at her, it isn’t healthy for the baby and its mother to be stressed.”

“Baby…” Nick echoed like he didn’t know what the word meant. “Mother…” He glanced back at Judy and she cringed at the heartbroken expression on the fox’s face. But then he was turning around and walking out of BugBurga, Finnick looked from his friend to Judy, having watching his friend blow up in uncomfortable silence.

“Congratulations?” he offered clumsily before hurrying after his friend.

Mrs. Otterton looked at Judy, taking in the tears that were welling up in the rabbit’s eyes. She held up a to-go bag, “How about we get you home?”

Judy nodded, unable to speak thanks to the lump jammed in her throat.

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           Now it was Judy sending Nick the endless texts.

I’m so sorry, Nick.

I can explain.

Please talk to me.

But there was no reply, and after a few minutes she stopped trying, letting the paw slip from her paw as she buried her face into her pillow, curled into a tight circle. Her tears dampened the pillow while her shoulders shook. She knew this would happen, Nick had found out and he basically ran out on her. And he hadn’t even known it was his baby.

“Don’t blame him,” Judy muttered to her baby bump. “He’s good I swear. He just…he doesn’t understand.”

And that’s your fault, a nasty voice hissed in her head, You should tell him. It couldn’t go any worse than him yelling at you in a public restaurant.

Judy almost dared to do just that. She should do just that. But having a baby had apparently sucked all the courage she had, but as she came to that conclusion her phone buzzed with a text message.

Judy bolted upright, snatching the device in her paw and letting out a shaky breath of relief when she saw the message was from Nick:

Meet me @ Savannah Park in 20.

Judy was already heading out the door.

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           Savannah Park was in the heart of Savannah Central and quite huge, she passed by families enjoying afternoon picnics, joggers going on runs, and vendors selling ice cream. She looked around desperately, trying to figure out where she was supposed to wait for him. She was just about to text him when she spotted red fur sitting on a bench a yard away.

Judy dashed over, too eager to talk to him, to get a chance to explain. Nick nearly jumped when he saw her running toward him but quickly calmed himself, running a paw across his throat. Judy had to resist the urge to hug him once she reached his side, instead taking a moment to catch her breath. She was no longer extremely tired all the time but she still couldn’t run like she used to.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, he was making a painstaking effort not to look at her stomach.

“I’m fine,” she assured. She sat next to him. Nick scooted away. She tried not to let that upset her.

           “Nick, I can explain,” she began.

“And I expect you to,” the fox said, his voice only letting a pinch of his bitterness shine through. “But first…I owe you an apology. It was wrong for me to blow up on you like that in front of a bunch of strangers.”

“It’s fine,” she assured.

“I already knew that when I was walking out but Finnick was quick to remind me,” Nick added.

“It’s fine,” she repeated.

“I think a lot of it had to do with the shock…and jealousy.”

Those words made her pause, “Jealousy?”
“I…I liked what we had going,” he loosely indicated to the two of them. “I was having fun and I just figured you were too.”

“Oh, Nick,” she breathed.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he waved off her words, “That’s my own fault. We didn’t set up ground rules, kept saying it was a one time thing, never said we weren’t allowed to go on dates.” He looked at her, “But I’m starting to think you were already dating that Monty guy while you were seeing me. I mean, the last time we slept together wasn’t that long ago, not long enough to fall in love with someone and get married at least. I mean, I know rabbits are all about the love but I never pegged you as someone who would get married right away.”
“Monty and I aren’t married, Nick,” Judy informed him. “We aren’t even dating.”

The fox looked at her, then down at her stomach, “So what, I wasn’t your only affair?”

Judy couldn’t help an aggravated sigh; he really was such a dumb fox. “Monty isn’t the father.”

He stared at her in surprise, “Then who?”

“Are you kidding me, Nick?” Judy snapped in sheer frustration, “You are!”

           The words hung silent between them for a mass of seconds that felt like hours. As Judy looked at Nick’s shell-shocked face her annoyance quickly dispersed, leaving her with only fear and heartache because now the truth was out and it was going just as well as she expected.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” she finally broke the silence, her voice cracking on the last word.

“I’m a fox,” he mumbled dazedly. “How could I…how could we…?”

“Interspecies couples have gotten pregnant before, Nick,” she told him, laughing humorously. “And we’re on that list.”  

His eyes slowly trailed down to her belly, “…That’s my kit in there?”

She nodded. Feeling her throat closing up she quickly said her next words, “Yes, but don’t you worry. I know you Nick, you’re not going to want to raise a kid; you’re basically a kid yourself. That’s why I didn’t tell you. This was because we made a stupid mistake but it was just as much my fault as yours so I can take care of it. You-you don’t have to worry about a thing I can do this on my own, I am Officer Judy Hopps after all, I can do anything I set my mind to.”

“Carrots,” Nick breathed but Judy was already up and walking away.

“I’ll see you later,” she called back to him, wanting to say more but her throat had officially closed up and she could feel the tears rising.

“Carrots, wait!” he called but she didn’t turn around, and he didn’t come after her. Judy wondered when she had started running away from all her conflicts.

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           I’m going to be a father, the words played over and over in Nick’s head as he sat on the park bench, watching as Judy became a gray dot in the distance. I’m going to be a father.

He had barely gotten over the brain numbing shock of seeing her with a belly bump and some rabbit he didn’t know, Nick had seen red that day. But it turned out that bump was because of him, he was the only one to have kept her bed warm.

           Nick needed to go after her, Judy was alone and scared and he needed to go after her. But fear kept him glued to the seat, making him analyze all the words she had told him. The one that kept coming back to smack him in the face was ‘mistake’.

Was that really how Judy saw their nights together? Mistakes, something that should never have happened; something she wanted to take back? Nick had agreed they shouldn’t have done it…but he had never regretted it.

His eyes fell to the grass below as he leaned forward on his seat, elbows resting on his knees. He noticed a single violet waving in the grass between his feet. He thought of plucking it but decided against it as simple truth poured into his brain and froze there, unmoving.

He wanted that baby…just as much as he wanted Judy.

           Nick remembered the morning of their first night together. Despite pretending otherwise he had actually woken up before the rabbit. He had taken that short amount of time to study Judy, sleeping against him, devoid of clothes. He took in her messy fur, the way her arms curled into her chest, her peaceful sleeping features. A wave of fierce affection nearly floored the fox and he had trailed his paw down her side and across her hip, wanting to hold her close to him, wanting to have the right to hold her and never let go. The nights he had spent with Judy had easily been some of the best nights of his life. But he had been too much of a coward to tell her that, tell her he wanted more than a fling, wanted to wake up every morning with her curled against his side.

When she had snapped at him, had told him she didn’t need him it had felt like an ice pick had been driven through his heart and that’s when Nick knew he was an official goner.

           Laughter broke him from his thoughts and he looked up to see a family of three wolves. The mother holding the pup while the father finished packing up their picnic basket, when he was done he walked over to his family, kissing his pup on the head before giving his wife a loving kiss on the lips.

That could be us, Nick thought to himself. That could be me, and Judy…and our baby.

But not if you keep sitting around doing nothing, another voice snapped at him.

Nick stood up, taking one last look at the violet that stood tall in the thin sandy soil; it had made it despite difficulties. He could do the same.

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           Judy was back in her apartment, sitting on the floor, pressed against the locked door with her arms wrapped around her knees and tears streaming down her cheeks.

“It’s going to be okay,” she sobbed. “It’s going to be okay.”

She had no idea who she was talking to, herself, her unborn baby, the universe that seemed determined to prove her wrong.

She buried her face in her arms, feeling the hot tears dampen her fur. All the while she kept repeating that she was fine, that the look on Nick’s face hadn’t broken her heart. That she could believe all the lies she kept telling herself since the day she had walked out of that pharmacy bathroom.  

           Fierce knocking nearly made Judy jump into the air, the door literally shaking under the force of the knocks.

“Carrots!” Nick’s voice yelled out from the hallway. “Carrots, I know you’re in there! Open the door!”
Judy pressed her palms against the base of her ears. She didn’t need a mirror to know she looked awful right now; she couldn’t let Nick see her like this.

“Carrots, Carrots, Carrots, Carrots, Carrots, Carrots, Carrots!” Nick chanted the word over and over, emphasizing each word with a loud knock.

Meter Maid!” Bucky’s voice spoke up through the thin walls. “Let the stupid fox in so he’ll shut up!”

“She doesn’t have to let him in if she doesn’t want to!” Prong interjected.

“I don’t want to hear his yelling!”

“Shut up, you yell all the time!”

You shut up!”

“No, you shut up!”

“Carrots,” Nick continued to call out, his voice a beg. “Hopps… Judy!”

           With a headache starting to throb through her brain Judy forced herself to her feet and opened the door, Nick’s paw raised to knock once again.

He took in her blood-shot eyes, wrinkled clothes and exhausted posture. “You look awful,” he said in a half-hearted joking manner.

“What is it, Nick?”

“Okay,” he forced himself into the room and shut the door behind him. “First off, you do get how messed up that was, right? Telling me you’re going to have my kid then walking off before I could get a word in edgewise.”

“I’m aware,” she replied in a cautious tone.

“Good,” Nick said then pointed to her bed, “Now sit down.”

“Why?”

“Because it looks like you’re about to pass out,” he informed. Judy obeyed him, glad to be off her aching feet.

“Now, be honest with me,” Nick continued. “Do you really think what we did was a mistake?”

She furrowed her brow, “Pardon?”

Nick kneeled before her to be at eye level, he placed his paws on her knees and Judy felt a couple of butterflies flutter in her abdomen. It had been so long since he had touched her. “Did you not want to be with me?” he demanded softly, “That first night when we got drunk, the nights after that. Do you wish they hadn’t happened?”

Judy wasn’t sure how to respond. Did Nick regret it? A few moments of silence with Nick waiting patiently for her answer and Judy decided she was done with lying.

“No,” she said firmly. “I don’t regret it.”

Nick let his shoulders droop in relief and he let out a soft sigh, “Then why did you call it a mistake?”

“I figured that’s how you would see it,” she admitted.

“No, Carrots,” Nick tightened his grip on her kneecaps and made her look him in the eye. “I don’t. I never did.”

Judy’s eyes widened, “You don’t…?”

“No,” the fox replied, and then his eyes trailed from her face to her stomach. “…You really want to raise a baby on your own?”

“Of course not,” Judy said, wrapping her arms around the bump. “But I can, and I have to.”

“Why do you have to?” Nick demanded, frustration furrowed his brow and his voice was like a growl.

“What choice do I have?” she shot back. “You want to raise it with me?”

“Yes.”

           The words nearly made Judy fall off the bed. She stared at the fox with large eyes, perked ears, and a pounding heart. She was too scared to dare believe she had heard what Nick had just said. That she had heard the one thing she wanted.

“Wh-what?” her voice came out as a croak, her throat feeling as dry as sandpaper. “You…you do?”

Nick let out a breath that was part a frustrated sigh, part breathy laughter. He ran his paw over his face, “You really are a dumb, dumb bunny.”

Before Judy could deny his statement Nick leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into an embrace. Judy stayed stock still, her muzzle buried into his shoulder as he continued: “You’re right, I am practically a kid. And knowing that you are going to have my kit, that’s the scariest thing I’ve ever heard. But the last thing I want is for you to have to face this alone; to raise a baby that’s just as much mine as it’s yours. I want to help you, Carrots. I want to be there for you. So stop running away from me.”

Judy felt her arms rising and her fingers gripping the back of his shirt as she held him as tightly as she could, her eyes filling with tears. But for once she wasn’t crying because she was sad.

“But-but you know if mammals see you with me and the baby they’ll think we’re a couple,” she reminded him, her voice thick. “You won’t be able to find a mate.”
Nick pulled away to meet her eyes, his paws on her cheeks as his thumbs wiped away her tears. He smiled at her, it was warm and reassuring and the fear that had shadowed her for more that a month finally drifted away. He pressed his nose against her own, “I think I can learn to live with that.”

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           When Nick said he wanted to be there he wasn’t kidding. He had made Judy temporarily move into his own apartment, stating it was larger and better and didn’t have loud neighbors to wake her up in the odd hours of the night.

Judy had been so relieved and grateful that she had her best friend to help her she didn’t resist, making herself comfortable in the fox’s apartment. He offered her his bed and she had gratefully taken it. But the first night sleeping there she asked Nick to share the bed with her, he had obliged, wrapping himself around her to keep her warm all the while giving her stomach space as if he would hurt the baby by touching it.

The next morning he would gently wake Judy and tell her he was going to work and would be back to check on her at lunch. She had fallen back to sleep a second before he finished talking.

           Her first trimester blissfully ended and was replaced by the second. And along with it came all the new aches, Nick would come home to see Judy sprawled out on the couch, numerous parts of her body in pain. She was just glad she no longer had to worry about rushing to the bathroom to heave up her breakfast.

Nick had offered massages every time she ached, and she complied gratefully, letting him run his paws across her back. He even massaged her thighs which flustered the rabbit greatly; she wasn’t completely sure why, Nick was already familiar with every inch of her. But this entire thing was becoming so domestic and while Judy knew Nick cared deeply he had never outright stated he loved her like she loved him. But to be fair she hadn’t said it either.

           Nick, of course, couldn’t keep such a big secret and one day while Judy was enjoying a cricket shake for breakfast she received a phone call from Clawhauser. She had been so sure her ears would bleed from the cheetah’s high-pitched squealing as he congratulated and told her he was so excited.

Now knowing the entirety of the ZPD was informed she was on maternity leave Judy sucked it up and called Fru Fru to tell her the news. The shrew’s reaction was similar to Clawhauser though she couldn’t help scolding Judy for not telling her sooner and that the shrew would make sure to come and check on her and help her through it.

Then Judy sucked in a breath and called her parents.

They were disappointed in her when she simply stated she was pregnant with no husband. They said they had raised their kids better than that. But when she told him who the father was their disappointment quickly turned into downright shock and they told Judy they would need time to wrap their heads around this but that they would be checking in and made her promise to keep them up to date on the baby.

Nick found Judy curled into bed, having parents that still loved her but she certainly wasn’t their favorite daughter at the moment. The fox had slipped into the bed with her, offering her silent comfort. Judy had grabbed his paw and placed it over her growing stomach.

The fox had tensed, the fur of his neck and tail bristling, he quickly removed his paw and Judy decided not to press it.

           “Who do you think it will look like?” he asked to distract her, “Me or you?”

Judy’s eyes watched the fox as he gazed at her belly, “I want it to look like you.”

Nick’s eyes focused on her, “Why?”

She smiled at him, “Because you’re my favorite fox.”

He chuckled at her, reciting words he had spoken months ago, but then his expression turned serious and he reached out to hold her paw, his fingers tightening around her own. “I hadn’t been lying, you know.”

“I know,” she said.

But the fox shook his head, “You say that you do but I can tell by the look on your face, you don’t.”

He leaned closer, his face mere inches away from Judy; his breath blowing across her whiskers. “You are my favorite girl, Carrots…but you’re also more than that.”

Judy’s breath was caught in her throat and she couldn’t speak. Nick leaned closer, his nose brushing her muzzle, and his eyes were both affectionate and terrified. “I’m in love with you, Carrots.”

The words were soft, hesitate, but certain. Judy wasn’t controlling her paws as they reached toward the fox, grabbing his jaw and pulling him in the rest of the way, their lips touching and any lingering worries evaporated like dew in the sun. Nick loved her, and nothing bad would happen now.

After a few minutes she pulled her swollen lips away to whisper into his ear: “I love you too.”

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           They were watching a documentary about the rabbit that had had more litters than any other lapin in known history when Judy felt the very first kick.

She had gasped so loudly Nick ended up dropping his bowl of popcorn onto the floor, “What?! What’s wrong?!”

“It kicked!” she beamed down on her stomach, her paws resting across the stretched flesh. “I just felt a kick!”

“Seriously?” Nick leaned forward and pressed his paw against her belly, he nearly jumped out of fur when he felt another kick. “Woah that is definitely a rabbit.” He shook his paw as if the kick had hurt, making Judy laugh.

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           He took a break from work so he could take Judy to her ultrasound, Fru Fru shadowing them. Mrs. Otterton had wanted to come but her son had swimming lessons she needed to attend.

Fru Fru was sitting in the front seat with Nick, letting Judy have the back seat all to herself. The shrew was telling Nick all about her own story of pregnancy and labor, and some unnatural pregnancy stories she had read about. She might as well have been telling Nick a horror story for the frightful looks he shot the shrew.

           About thirty minutes later they sat in the same room she had been with Mrs. Otterton. Watching as Dr. Monroe slowly ran the ultrasonic device over Judy’s belly, Nick standing in a corner as if he was scared he’d get in the way, and Fru Fru sitting atop one of Judy’s paws, watching the computer screen with interest.

“Ah, there’s our little miracle,” the doctor stated, indicating to the computer. On the screen it showed the blurry image of a small mammal curled into itself, a severe wave of protectiveness shot through Judy as she looked at her child for the very first time.

“It looks like a bunny,” Nick said softly, having walked over to stand behind Judy.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Fru Fru asked the moose.

Dr. Monroe studied the screen, “Ah…” He looked toward Nick and Judy with a warm smile, “Congratulations. You’re having a little girl.”

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           That night Judy laid on the bed, affectionately rubbing her baby bump. Seeing the ultrasound, knowing it was a little girl, it made this entire thing so much more real.

The door opened as Nick stepped in, he had dropped her and Fru Fru off after the appointment so he could make it back to work.

“Hey,” he walked into the room with a tender smile.

“Hi,” she smiled back.

He looked around the room, “What happened to Fru Fru?”

“She just got picked up a few minutes ago, her husband and daughter missed her.” Judy couldn’t help but gleefully add, “We have a daughter too.”

 Nick chuckled softly, loosening his tie and sitting on the edge of the bed, “Yeah, we do.”

Judy looked skeptically at the fox, “You know…besides that first kick you act like the baby will break if you touch my stomach.”

“Yeah…” Nick began awkwardly shrugging, “It’s just…I’m so much bigger than you and you rabbits can be so fragile and I just…” he trailed off.

Judy rolled his eyes, “Come here, Nick.” When he hesitated she went on, “She’s our baby. She’s going to be anything but fragile.”

           The fox crawled onto the bed to crouch beside Judy; Nick gently took his head between her paws and urged it down to press his ear against her belly. The fox had tensed, but after a few seconds he gradually relaxed against her, finally convinced her stomach wouldn’t give.

Nick closed his eyes and let out a content sigh, “I can feel her moving.”

“Isn’t it neat?” Judy grinned down at him.

“It’s amazing,” he breathed in wonder. “…Have you picked a name, yet?”

“Me and Fru Fru were making a list,” Judy admitted. “Do you have any suggestions?”

“I like Violet,” Nick replied softly, his eyes still closed and his ear still pressed against the baby bump. He smiled, “She’ll make it despite the difficulties.”

Judy had no idea what he was talking about but she nodded all the same, “Violet, I like that. Violet Hopps… Or should it be Violet Wilde?”

Nick opened his eyes to look up at her, “It can be whatever you want.”

“You should have a say in it,” she stated, “She’s your daughter too.”

“Maybe Violet Hopps-Wilde,” he offered.

Judy pursed her lips in thought, “I think Violet Wilde-Hopps.”

Nick looked down at the baby bump, “Violet Wilde-Hopps… I like it.” He kissed Judy’s belly. “She’s going to be the best little rabbit-fox in the world.”

“Possibly the only one,” Judy pointed out.

“Which will make her even more special,” Nick said softly. “She’s going to be so smart and sweet and brave. Just like her mother.” Nick leaned up to nuzzle lovingly against Judy’s neck.

“I’m sure she’ll be a bit like her dad, too,” Judy giggled, finding Nick’s nuzzle ticklish.

“Oh, God I hope not,” the fox laughed. “I don’t think I’d be able to handle myself.”

Judy’s giggling turned into laughter and she wrapped her arms around his neck, easing him down onto the bed beside her, “Ask my parents, I wasn’t an obedient kid in the slightest.”
Mention of her parents had Nick’s smile faltering. “Have you talked to them lately?”

“Yeah, a few hours ago, actually,” she told him. “They said they’re happy for me. And they are, Nick. They’re happy for us. They just need time to get used to the whole thing.”

The fox nodded, “I guess I can’t really blame them, it took me a long time to get used to it and she’s my kid.”

Judy smiled at him and snuggled into his chest, “That makes two of us.”

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           The third trimester came with little action; Judy of course suffered through the symptoms. Her breath became short, she got heartburn, and she had trouble sleeping. But she handled it all calmly, mostly because Nick was right there by her side, even if he wasn’t always calm when he was. The point was that he was there, and he loved her, and he loved Violet and Judy could hardly believe that some short months ago she had been so heartbroken over the whole thing.

           And then it happened.

She was out shopping with Fru Fru and Mrs. Otterton, the cart being pulled by the otter was full of predator based treats along with numerous sweets, Judy predicted that Violet was going to be a serious sweet tooth.

Fru Fru had been riding the kiddy seat of the cart, looking through a mouse-sized catalogue of baby clothes, toys, and cribs, recommending so and so. And Judy had been reaching toward a shelf where the last box of Lucky Chomps stood, her swollen belly feeling so heavy, when a weird feeling overcame her. And then she heard something like raindrops splattering the floor.

Mrs. Otterton and Fru Fru gasped loudly as Judy looked down at her feet to see a puddle of liquid on the tile floor. She pointed toward it, “That wasn’t suppose to happen for another week.”

 And then Mrs. Otterton was by her side to take her arm, good thing to because Judy was sure she was about to pass out.

“I need to get to the hospital,” Judy told her, refusing to let her shaking knees buckle. “I am not having my baby in the cereal aisle of a supermarket!”

“Fru Fru’s calling for an ambulance now,” the otter assured her. Sure enough the well dressed shrew was practically shrieking into her phone. Judy suspected they wouldn’t have to wait long.

“I need to call, Nick,” she fumbled for her phone that sat in her pocket.

“We’ll call him when we get you to the hospital,” Mrs. Otterton started to lead Judy out of the aisle, Fru Fru following after them. “He’s the father he needs to be there,” Judy said in a panic.

“And he will, stay calm.”

“Should we leave that cart there?”

“Yes, we’ll come back and finish shopping some other time.”
“What about that puddle?”

“Someone will clean it up.”
           They made it out of the supermarket in time to see the ambulance pulling into the parking lot, two antelopes leapt out and helped Judy into the back of the ambulance, Fru Fru climbing in with her while Mrs. Otterton would take the car and call Nick while she did so. Judy laid across the bed as the ambulance drove off, the two antelopes checking her vitals. She looked to Fru Fru who stood by her head, “This isn’t bad right? A baby being born a week before the due date?”

The shrew shrugged helplessly, her baby had been born on the exact date at the exact time she was expected. But thankfully the female antelope spoke up, “Happens all the time, hun. You’re baby is just eager to get out and grab life by the horns is all.”

Judy hoped she was right.

           They arrived at the hospital, Judy being placed in a wheelchair, Fru Fru sitting on her lap, as the male antelope pushed her into the check in. That’s when the pain started.

“I’m giving birth to a knife!” she gasped out in a panic, clutching her large stomach, “I’m giving birth to a knife!”

Fru Fru signed Judy in, telling the lynx behind the desk that a fox by the name of Nick Wilde was to be expected and to be taken to Judy’s room, before the two were taken down the hallway.

“Remember your breathing exercises,” Fru Fru told her friend and proceeded to do said exercises with the rabbit. Judy tried to remain calm through the pain and the fact Nick wasn’t there beside her.

           The antelope pulled her into a room where a nurse pig was already there waiting for her, she helped Judy onto the bed while Fru Fru claimed one of the seats in the room.

“Dr. Monroe lied this can’t be a baby,” Judy snapped as another wave of pain rolled over her, “There’s no way giving birth to a baby can hurt this much!”
“It’s just the contradictions, dear,” the pig soothed, prepping Judy for the doctor. “It’s the same for every mother.”

“I nearly bit my doctor when I was in labor,” Fru Fru told her friend, even though she had told Judy that fact dozens of times before now.

“And plenty of mothers have cursed very colorful words at me,” Dr. Monroe’s voice spoke up as the moose walked into the room, gloves on and ready to deliver a baby.

           “I can’t have the baby now!” Judy panicked as the doctor checked her over. “Nick’s not here yet!”

“Well we still have a few contractions to go through before we can start,” Dr. Monroe informed her. “Maybe he’ll be here by then.”

Pain swamped her again and Judy let out a moan of pain, tears pricking her eyes. She was scared. She wanted Nick.

“It’ll be okay, Judy,” Fru Fru promised her friend. “Nicky will be here soon and then you’ll both have a new baby to take home.”

Judy nodded, holding in her breath. Dr. Monroe reminded her to breath and she let air slip through her lips, her brow scrunching up as the pain made her fur damp with sweat. And the baby wasn’t even out yet.

           “We need to start,” the moose informed her a few minutes later, “It’s time.”

Judy swallowed her throat dry. “But-but Nick he-”

“Carrots!”

The fox burst into the room, apparently having run through the hospital hallways, his fur bristling and his eyes wide with panic. He spotted Judy on the bed and was immediately at her side, taking her paw in both of his. “Mrs. O called me. I got here as fast as I could.”

Just then Mrs. Otterton, Finnick, and Clawhauser (who looked just as frazzled as Nick) appeared at the doorway; Dr. Monroe gave them a frown. “I can’t have all of you in here. I need room to work.”

“That’s-that’s my baby’s godmother,” Judy pointed to Fru Fru. Another contraction hit her and she grimaced at Nick, “And this is the jerk that got me pregnant.”

Mrs. Otterton quickly ushered Clawhauser and Finnick out, saying they’d be in the waiting room and then the nurse closed the door.

Judy swallowed, “Nick, I’m scared.”

“Of what, Carrots?” he asked, his own voice hysterical. “You’re a bunny you’ve seen the miracle of life all the time.”

“Yeah but it was never me performing the miracle,” she moaned.

“Everything’s going to be just fine, Officer Hopps,” Dr. Monroe promised her. He crouched before her spread legs, “When I say now I want you to push, understand?”

She nodded, remembering to take quick breaths of air as the pain stabbed through her abdomen. She hoped her daughter appreciated what Judy was going through for her.

“Now!”

Judy pushed, pain lacerating her and she couldn’t help a cry of pain, Nick looking close to a heart attack as he looked at her with terror.

“It’s going to be fine, Carrots,” he tried to assure her as the doctor told her to relax for a moment. “It’ll be fine, you and the baby. It’ll just-” He then made the mistake of looking over Dr. Monroe’s shoulder. The fox fell to the floor, out cold.

“Oh, Nick,” Judy groaned in exasperation while the doctor and nurse gave the fox looks of concern/annoyance.

“Drag him back to the waiting room, will you?” Dr. Monroe asked of the nurse who complied. Grabbing Nick’s arms and dragging him out of the room. So much for him being there when she gave birth. Judy looked to Fru Fru who had remained quiet, “You’re not going to faint are you?”

The shrew smiled fondly and shook her head, “I’m right here for you, Juju.”

The bunny nodded gratefully as the doctor informed her to push again, she obeyed, her teeth gritted in pain. Through the pain Judy was sure she counted two more pushes, though she wasn’t completely sure she hadn’t blacked out for a second or two. And then she gave one more push, putting all her remaining strength in it.

And then she heard a wail.

           Judy fell back against the pillows as Dr. Monroe held up a red ball of fur that was slick and wet. It was her baby. Her baby.

She watched, panting, while the nurse took the baby and dried her off before swaddling her in fleecy pink cloth and offered her to Judy, the rabbit took her baby in her arms and just like that-all the pain, the sadness, the fear, all of it was gone like a bad dream.

In its place was her baby girl, Violet. She did look like a rabbit, long ears plastered against her head, her pink nose wiggling and Judy had caught sight of a cottontail. But her color scheme was like her father’s, beautiful red fur, black ears, paws and tail. Judy noticed how the baby’s muzzle was shaped differently from a rabbit’s, narrower, and her fur was thicker than a new born rabbit’s as well.

Proof she was Nick’s baby.

           “Hi, little girl,” Judy breathed to the sniffling baby as the nurse cleaned her up. “So you’re the one whose been kicking me all this time. You can call me Mommy.”

“And you can call me Auntie Fru,” the shrew stated as she climbed up onto the bed to gaze adoringly at the baby. “You’re so pretty, just like your mama.”

“Spoiler alert,” Judy whispered to the newborn. “Your godmother’s the daughter of a mafia boss.”

Fru Fru chuckled before moving off the bed, “Let me go see if the baby’s father is conscious yet.”

Dr. Monroe who had been checking Judy’s vitals while she talked to her daughter, smiled down at the rabbit. “Everything looks good. Congratulations, Mommy.”

Judy smiled up at the moose, “Thank you for everything, Dr. Monroe.”

“No problem,” he smiled down at the yawning baby. “Now I can say I delivered a funny…or is she a box?”

The doctor left the room contemplating that, the nurse following after him to fetch a few things and for a moment Judy was left alone with the baby.

           “Do you like the name Violet?” she asked the baby, running her paw over her fluffy cheek. “Your daddy picked it out. He’s pretty great, a fox, he’s a bit dumb you’ll have to be patient with him, but he’s also really sweet and charming. Of course, I’m not half bad myself. I’m the first rabbit officer of the ZPD. You have some big paw prints to feel, but don’t worry. I’ll be there every step of the way to help.”

She had been so busy talking to her daughter she hadn’t noticed Nick, now fully awake, had slipped into the room and kneeled before the end of the bed, peeking over it to stare at Judy and the pink bundle. When she noticed him her ears stood up and she smiled, “Hey, fainter.”

He chuckled dryly, his eyes flashing with embarrassment. “Sorry about that, I told you I would be there for you and I got dragged out into the waiting room…”

“It’s okay,” she reassured him. “Do you want to meet your daughter?”

He nodded earnestly and Judy urged him forward. Nick crept over to stand by her side, finally getting a good look at the baby. His eyes widened, brimming with emotion as he reached a shaky paw towards her, for a moment he seemed too afraid to touch her, but then he traced a finger over a tiny paw, the baby grabbed his claw and just like that Judy’s fox was a goner. He knelt down, staring at the kit like he couldn’t believe his eyes, Judy noticed a few stray tears on the corner of his eyes, his jaw slack as he looked at his baby, his baby.

Violet opened her eyes to reveal that her left eye was amethyst just like her mother, the right an appealing shade of green.

“She’s so pretty,” he breathed, his voice tight.

“She’s beautiful,” Judy corrected, eyes shimmering. “Our Violet… Do you want to hold her?”

He broke his eyes away from Violet to Judy, “Are you sure?”

“To be perfectly honest I could really use a nap,” Judy punctuated her words with a yawn.

“Carrots, I can’t promise I won’t show off our perfect little daughter to the entire hospital if you let me hold her.”

The rabbit chuckled, “As long as you bring her back in one piece I don’t care.”

“Then you get some rest,” Nick reached his arms out and delicately held the baby to his chest, she looked even smaller in the fox’s larger paws. “I’ll guard her with my life.”

“I know you will,” Judy breathed, relaxing against the pillows and letting her eyes start to drift shut.

“Hey,” Nick breathed and Judy forced her eyes back open. “You know you’re still my favorite girl, right?’

She smiled at him, “I know, and you’re still my favorite fox.”

Nick pressed his muzzle against her cheek; Judy took in his musk, comforted by the scent as her chest expanded with heavenly warmth. “I love you, Carrots. Please don’t be a dumb bunny and forget that.”

“I won’t,” she promised softly. “As long as you don’t act like a dumb fox and scare off any boys when Violet’s a teenager.”

“Oh, do I make no promises,” Nick grinned and gave Judy a quick kiss before stepping back and letting her rest.

The last thing Judy saw before her eyes finally drifted shut was her fox, her fox, holding their baby. She fell asleep with a smile across her face.

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           Nick walked out into the hallway, holding Violet secure against his chest. “Oh you’re going to love it,” Nick told her daughter who stared up at the fox with big eyes. “I have such a nice apartment and such a cool job and Uncle Finnick and Clawhauser are going to eat you up, figuratively of course. Speaking of I wonder if you’re a predator or a prey, you’re technically both I guess. Wonder whether I should buy some cicada chips or carrot fries. Oh, who am I kidding you’ll probably eat both just have to wait to see what kind of teeth grow in.”

He stopped just before the door that led to the waiting room. Violet wiggled her tiny pink nose, not knowing why he had stopped and too young to care.

“Listen, Violet. I’m new at this whole dad business, just like you’re new to this whole daughter business. I can’t promise I won’t mess some things up; after all I didn’t really have a dad when I was growing up. But I do promise you will, I promise I’ll be there and I’ll love you even if we’re screaming at each other, even if you refuse to study and want to date the school’s poster bad boy. I’m going to love you, and I’m going to love your mom with all my heart. I swear.” He leaned down and nuzzled his nose against the baby’s belly. Violet laughed, her very first laugh, and Nick had to hold back his tears.

           “Come on, squirt,” he straightened up, “Let’s go meet the crazy mammals that will be surrounding you for the rest of your life.”

He stepped into the waiting room and was surprised to see Chief Bogo and a few other members of the ZPD there and Mr. Otterton and his two young sons.

Nick loudly cleared his throat, getting the room’s attention, “I present to you the one and only Violet Wilde-Hopps.”

There were collective ‘awes as they crowded around Nick and the newborn, all of them grinning at the adorable sight.

Finnick sniffed loudly, “Nope,” he said thickly after he had gotten a good look at the baby. “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry.”

I didn’t!” Clawhauser wailed then broke into loud sobs, making Bogo rub a hoof across his face in exasperation.

Violet looked at all the smiling, colorful faces around her, then she looked up at the fox that was smiling down at her, his emerald eyes warm and caring just like the bunny’s that had first spoken to her.

Violet smiled.

Hope it was worth the wait.

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