#are the preg and baby fics getting to my head now?

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Can someone tell me why the FUCK my brain decides to dream about having babies one the one night I sleep with my husband?

I do NOT want kids at all to the point of going to get my tubes tied wtf.

Also why have it be so vividly anxiety inducing th hav the doc tell me to put the newborn on me for skin on skin contact???

Legit even dream!me was like 'oh fuck no cuz that makes it for real'?

[k11ty]

Sore

I've never written any mpreg, or any preg fic, in my life so go easy on me this time. Don't take it seriously, please its just for laughs and giggles. Its a very shitty plot, i know, i didn't really plan what else to write besides milk and tit sucking, and well, diluc mpreg. It was requested by my sibling for fun, don't hate on me.

when you see the "-" in the fic it means the time jumps, like maybe some weeks or months. Can be read as gender neutral.

not proofread, hope you all enjoy 💀

During dinner one autumn, Diluc was very handsy and whiny with his alpha, you gave him warning looks during it all. you knew what he wanted and were not going to let him have it as of the time. Before Diluc came off his birth control, you would get to fill the petite omega up every day, but now he had to deal with the consequences of having a horny alpha and a omega on no birth control.

Diluc would secretly suck your cock as an apology for him his behavior, you'd very often appricivate the apology and finger fuck him to a mind-blowing orgasm afterward. Then you would let him ride you for hours until his hole was sopping wet and with your knot and cum.

However, that time was over, for now. After you impregnated Diluc at his next heat without any of his supplies, he came with the news that he was pregnant.

_

You pawed at the omega's chest, kneading into the flesh to get as much milk as possible before finally letting go with a pleased sigh. You looked at Diluc's flushed face, and couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Hmm, you're quite sensitive from me sucking away at your breasts. Don't you think you've become a bit obsessed?" You leaned into Diluc's neck, "Will you let me suck them even when the baby is out?" you whispered, showering his neck with butterfly kisses.

"What will you do when the children come? They are going to be so needy" You ask as you pull away. It's not the first time this has ensured. Both of you have been looking forward to the day Diluc started leaking milk. Speaking of, Diluc stammers a bit before looking away, getting flustered by the thought of the image in his mind.

You push yourself up with your elbow and lean down again  to peak his lips as a thank you before moving down to his swelling chest again. Carefully you take his right nipple into your mouth, while diluc places a hand on top of your head, pushing back your hair. Diluc let out a squeak, then a weak moan as he begins to express the milk his chest has been storing up for the last few days. You always thought his milk tasted better the longer the days went, but always gave in when Diluc came whining about how sore his breast was.

You moan too, happily sucking and drinking his sweet milk, like a child. It tastes a hell of a lot better than last time, you think to yourself. You drink until he's dry, kneading the other breast in your free hand. You gave his nipple a few kitten licks before you pull off, licking the droplets going down your chin.

"Feel better?" you ask, voice heavy and rough from arousal. "Yes" Diluc breaths, squirming under you. "I want,,, can you do my other one too, please?" you nod, dive in the moment you get, delighted that Diluc's enjoying it as much as you are, if not even more. Sucking and licking, you're happily drinking the milk from his other breast and you feel his hand rest on your head, halting his head pats. You still for a moment and look up to see him biting his lips with his eyes shut closed. You'd imagine if you weren't between his legs keeping them spread, that the red-haired omega would be rubbing his thighs together in arousal.

You pull off his red sore nipple again, and he whines for the loss. You started purring, it was almost as if he could imagine a bushy tail eagerly wagging behind you. Diluc attempts on pressing his thighs together as the alpha's scent overtook his senses. The scent you let out of the sweetest wine assaulted Diluc's senses, and for once he truly enjoyed the smell of alcohol. As everyone in Monstadt knew, wasn't Diluc a fan of alcohol, but he didn't mind at all the idea of getting off to your high-quality scent.

You lay your face in between his small plumbs, rubbing your scent everywhere. "I'm so tired..." he let out in a sigh, tugging his nightgown a bit to cover his legs. The child hadn't given Diluc much rest, always so active. You both joke that the more active the healthier the baby would be. The pain was also something that never gave Diluc any rest, back pain, cramps, and contractions to sore breasts. You rub your hand on his belly comfortingly, occasionally moving upwards to squeeze and massage his chest, once again, just enough that it relieves any soreness- and not enough to get him worked up or act erotic in any way.

You kiss his collarbone and earlobe too, content with cuddling and holding your omega close after a long day. The sweet moment was interrupted by the red-haired squirming around underneath the alpha's heavy form. You look up for a moment to catch Dilucs face in discomfort, "Huh, gotta pee?" You ask, noticing your husband's movements. "Eh,,, oh yeah, been holding it since I laid down here with you." He continues to squirm his way out from underneath you and off the cloud-like cushions. "And with the child kicking my bladder it's not helping." He turned around to face you, "So go to the bathroom then" you jokingly say. "Try having a tiny human kicking your organs and sitting on your bladder twenty-four seven, almighty-alpha." He rolls his eyes.

You wink at him and he only cracks a small smile as he pushes himself up from the bed. You lay on your back, watching Diluc fix his nightgown before waddling into the dimly lit room and pulling down his underwear before lowering down onto the toilet, he saw there was some blood in the fabric. It obviously wasn't that much, but it clearly was there. He did his business then cleaned himself up, washed his hands, and exited the bathroom.

When the red-haired omega made his way back to the bedroom he noticed how much his bump have grown, as one of his breasts is still a little more swollen than the other. His hip was starting to spread daily to accommodate the nearly developed pup. There was also a noticeable change in his thighs, once slender was now a meeting of soft, supple fat. As for his upper body was still relatively slender his belly had nowhere to o but out.

The realization hit, that he is going to have a pup with the one he loves.

His alpha.

[bubbledtee]

pregnancy fic w gareth? if not, totally fine. if so, thank you very much. i genuinely enjoy your writing so very much. makes my day when you post :)

Both of You

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x preg!f!reader

Warnings: teen pregnancy, mentions of reader being harrassed for being a pregnant teen, mentions of fighting, fluff, bad writing lol, not proofread, we die like men

A/N: thank you for requesting this!! i was thinking about writing some dad!gareth x preg!reader so this request was awesome to get! hope you enjoy it anon! ^-^

"Y/N?" Gareth practically whispered into the dark room, his fingers searching the wall for the light switch, "You still awake, baby?" He waited a few moments for your response before switching on the light, revealing you in all your glory.

You lay on your side, a pillow wedged between your belly and the mattress in an attempt to not have horrible side and back pains in the morning. As Gareth paced closer to you, he smiled at how adorable you looked. Your plump lips were ever-so-slightly parted, your breaths flowing in and out with a relaxed ease with your hair spread messily across the soft pillow that would usually belong to Gareth.

The boy smiled fondly before placing a warm hand on your tummy, his eyes moving to the protruding bump.

"Must've made your mommy real tired, huh?" Gareth whispered, his thumb rubbing against your thinly clothed skin. He could feel a tiny poke beneath his hand, making his smile grow into a wide beam before he turned away to change into a band tee and a pair of loose sweatpants.

Your eyes gently blinked themselves open as he had his back turned. You hummed quietly with a deep breath, watching how the boy's back muscles flexed while he reached out for a shirt.

You nestled the side of your face into the pillow below your head, "How'd it go?" you rasped out, your voice ridden with sleep.

Gareth pulled his The Number Of The Beast shirt over his head before turning around and answering, "Like usual," he sighs, making his way to the side of his bed, "5 drunks,"

You snort out a laugh as you move farther to 'your side' of Gareth's bed, giving him room to lay beside you, "Well, if you would've let me come, it could've been 5 drunks and a pregnant 18-year-old."

Gareth shuffles himself onto the mattress, "Yeah, and those 5 drunks would've harassed that pregnant 18-year-old." he reminded with raised eyebrows, settling into his spot.

As lighthearted as the comment came off, there was a lot of truth to it. Up until your 20-week mark, you were going to Corroded Coffin's shows every week without issue. Most people didn't even realize your bump under your band tee and leather jacket, and if they did, they would just assume you had gained weight since they had last seen you. It wasn't until you really started to round out that you became the town pariah.

Those '5 drunks' had called you all kinds of names that twenty-first Tuesday of your pregnancy. Whore, slut, skank, any sort of name that would point to you having sex, they called you. Which, when you had mumbled to Gareth the situation that had ensued during their performance, he was fuming.

Needless to say, Eddie and himself were bruised and bloodied as they walked out of the alley behind the Hideout that night.

You didn't say anything in response, knowing there was nothing to say. You just watched as one of his hands settled on your tummy, a faint, drowsy smile painted upon his face.

"Don't need either of my girls getting hurt," he hummed fondly, looking up into your eyes after a moment. His beauftiful blue eyes were filled with so much love for you as he leaned closer to you, your faces just inches apart now.

You pressed a hand against his warm cheek, brushing your thumb beneath his eye. You didn't notice just how large your smile was until Gareth spoke just above a whisper, "What?" he asked fondly with a tiny laugh, making you blush.

"Nothin'," you answer, moving your forehead to press against the boy's, "I just love you,"

Gareth's cheeks must've burned with how wide his smile was, your sweet words soaking through his skin right to his heart. He leaned in to plant a warm, loose-llipped kiss on your lips, one that sent an everlasting heat through your chest.

"I love you too," he whispered against your lips, his thumb rubbing circles on the skin of your belly. He nuzzled his nose further against yours, angling his head downwards slightly, "Both of you."

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[jackharloww]

I’m a sucker for sick fics. Maybe you could write about the reader taking care of Jack while she’s pregnant and he’s worried about her getting sick

a/n - I took my time with this. I hope you like it!! Send in more requests, and I'll try to write them. I didn't like how the ending turned out tho.

Jack X preg. reader: He is sick and you try to take care of him

I slowly open my eyes at the sound of coughs from the man beside me. A sigh could be heard, along with deep breaths. The warm covers wrapped perfectly around my body as I stretched and turned around in the bed, looking at Jack, seeing him all sweaty with weary eyes. The morning sun made its way through the curtains, and the birds chirping could be heard from outside the open window. The phone on the nightstand showed that it was 9 in the morning

 "Are you okay, baby?" with the help of my elbows on the bed, I slowly sit up. Jack looks up with his tired eyes showing off a slight smile along with a shrug. 

"Yeah, it does not look like it" I reach out to him with the back of my hand, pulling his messy locks away from his sweaty forehead. The coldness of my hands was met with Jack's hot skin. 

"You are burning up, love." I sit up from the bed as quickly as I can, my big bump not making it easy for me. My bare feet hit the cold wooden floor, quickly searching for my slippers before trying to stand up. I rest my palms against the mattress to slowly push my body up from the bed. "I'll be back," I reassure him and walk out of the bedroom. I walk, more like waddle, to the bathroom. I reach out for the cabinet where we have our towels and pick up a small white one. I turn on the water and let the towel run under cold water before squeezing it out before walking to the kitchen and filling up a glass of water for him to drink along with a pill of paracetamol. As I come closer to our room, I hear Jack whimper in bed, along with some small coughs. I walk up to his side of the bed, giving him a small smile. "Can you try to sit up, babe?" I gently ask him as I hand out the glass of water in one hand and the pill in the other. He tosses and turns before carefully sitting up, his head hanging low. 

His warm fingers brush against mine as he reaches for the water and picks up the pill. He puts the pill on his tongue, takes a small sip of water, and makes a stank face before letting out a tiny "it hurts."

"I know, love, but you need to drink it" I give him a pleading smile and take the glass out of his hand. He lays down on the pillow again, and I gently put the washcloth on his forehead earning a whine from him. It was uncomfortable to just stand by his head, so I walk around the bed and gently sit down on my side. I reach my hand to his face, gently brushing his cheek. 

"Babe, go away from me," He says with a raspy voice after a few seconds of just lying there with the washcloth over his forehead, my free hand cautiously playing with his hair during those seconds. 

"What? Why?" I asked, very confused as I gave him a questioning look

"I don't want you to get sick" He tries to move away from me, but I quickly put my hands on his shoulders, holding him back. 

"shh, let me take care of you." I hate seeing him like this. He is not his usual self and just looks miserable. 

"Do you want breakfast?" I asked him after he reached for the water and took another sip. He shakes his head before speaking up in his raspy voice.

"I think I'm going back to sleep" I slowly nod, taking the washcloth away from him. 

"You want cuddles?" I ask as I flutter my eyelashes at him, sending him an innocent smile. 

"You know I love your cuddles but don't want you to get sick," He mumbles before snuggling into the covers. Since I got pregnant, he has been so careful, and now that I'm in my third trimester, I can barely lift a finger at home. So, I'm not even going to argue this time. My bladder is really testing my limits, so as I hear snores coming out of Jack's mouth, I get up to go to the bathroom and start my morning. 

I turn on the shower, letting the warm water make its way through my tense body. My hand makes its way to the chair Jack had put in the shower for me, and I look down, feeling myself relax as the water hits my body. After a minute of standing there, I sat down to try my best to shave my legs. My big bump was not making it easy for me. After about 20 minutes, I had finished everything, washing both my hair and body. I reach out for my warm bathrobe and wrap it around my body before starting my skincare routine. I don't have anything else to do, so I'm really taking my time. 

I put on some of Jack's sweats, put my hair in a towel turban, and open the bathroom door to walk out, feeling the coldness in the air. I glanced into our bedroom and expected to see Jack asleep under the covers, but there wasn't anyone there. My head turns to the sound coming from the kitchen, and I slowly make my way there, dragging my slippers on the floor. 

As I make my way to the kitchen, I see my curly-haired man standing in front of the stove, reaching for the teabags. 

"Hey, what are you doing up?" I walk closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He turns to look at me, and even though he is sick and looks exhausted, he is still the most handsome man I know. 

"I got hungry," He mumbled, giving me a tired look

"Why didn't you tell me?" I raise my eyebrow at him 

"I can handle it; I don't want you to get sick too, please, baby" He gives me a pleading look. I love that even when he's sick, he thinks of me, but it's annoying that he doesn't want me to help or even be near him. I Can see how exhausted he is and that he just needs to lay down and let me handle it.

"Stop saying that and just let me take care of you. I'm fine, and I'll be fine," I say sternly, putting my hands out in the air. I walk up to him so that I'm now standing Infront of him and put both my hands on his chest, and slightly start to push him away from the stove

"Now, you go and lay on the sofa while I make us breakfast" I reach out and try to kiss him, but he pulls away. 

"Fine, take care of me, but no kisses," He gives up and whispers, shaking his head, making his locks move around. He lets out a small laugh as he sees the pout on my face before he turns around and walks away to the Livingroom. I put my focus on making us both breakfast. I start with the tea and then walk to the fridge pulling the yogurt out to put in a small bowl. I see the fruit in the refrigerator, pull out some strawberries, bananas, and oranges, and start cutting them into little pieces before putting them on a plate.

When I'm finished, I put everything on a tray, ready to carry it to the Livingroom where Jack was waiting. I carry the tray but quickly realize I won't be able to take it all the way to the Livingroom without dropping everything. "Jaaaaack" I yell out, and a few seconds after he is by my side. I give him an innocent expression as he looks at me. "Sorry but need help carrying it," I mumble. Jack sends me a quick smile before taking the tray in his hands. "Come on" He walks to the Livingroom with me behind him. 

He puts the tray on the table and sits on the other end of the sofa with a big blanket. I reach out and give him the bowl of yogurt before taking my own. Jack had put on "Succession" on the TV, and we silently sit and watch that. More like Jack was watching it, and I was watching him. 

"Is not fair, you know," I say after a while of looking at him while he's eating. 

"What's not fair?" he gives me a confusing look putting one more spoon in his mouth.

"Even when you're sick, you're still handsome." He lets out a laugh and looks me in the eyes. The laughter slowly turns into a fit of coughs.

"Sorry, baby," I mumbled before taking a blanket of my own and snuggling into the sofa. And that's how we spent the rest of the day, chilling on the couch, watching television. Just how we like it. 

[setaripendragon]

WIP Game

No one tagged me, I tagged myself in because I want to and you can't stop me =P And I'm tagging everyone who sees this that writes! Do it! Dooo iiit!

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I don't actually have a WIP folder, I have WIP folders, plural. So, I'm adding a rule that I can't have posted any of the fic online anywhere for it to qualify, and I also have to have worked on it some time in the last... four years?

Let's see if that keeps me below the 50 fics mark (place your bets now)...

A Song of Ice and Fire

Codywan In Westeros

King Eddard Stark

Time-travel TyrionSansa

Pevensie Starks

Cat SI

Assassins Creed

Desmond's PLP

Desmond meets Darcy

ATLA

The Lost Nomads

Ursakoda Canon Crossover

Charmed

Phole Time Travel

Dimension Hopping Chris and Wyatt

Gramarye Book 2

Critical Role

Molly Lives... In Caleb's Head

Molly Does a Time Travel

The Patchwork Bower

Slave AU

OT3 Does a Time Travel

FullMetal Alchemist

Time Travel Outsider PoV

What Is Remembered Forever

RoyEd Adopts Harry Potter

Ed Gets Time Swapped

Wei Wuxian as a RoyEd Baby

A Body for a Body

Psychic Wolves AU

RoyEd Time Travel

RoyEd Arranged Marriage

Rise of the Guardians

Hold Out Your Hand Sequel

Everyone Loves Pitch

The Journal of General Kozmotis Pitchiner

Kingsman

Time Travelling Eggsy

The King's Whores

Chavs and Gentlemen

Kingsman's Wolves

Lord of the Rings

Durincest Polyamory

On the Hunt

Sam Time Travel Adventure

Courting Fate

Seven Ladies Time Travel Epic

Gimli As Celebrimbor Reincarnation

Thilbo Reincarnation

Polyamorous Hobbits

Marvel

Three for a Marriage Four for a Birth

Soulmarks Book 3: Our Song

Heterodyne Legacy #2

One Piece

Secret Marriage

StrawHat Time Travel

Trans Sanji

Who Are You

Peaky Blinders

Time Travel

Soulmate Colours

Heart of Birmingham

Self Insert AU

Pride and Prejudice

A Better Timeline

Sherlock Holmes (Elementary)

Friends in Low Places

Skyfall (James Bond)

Calendar Novel: Time-travelling Q

Harry Potter Crossover

JAQ Polyamory Negotiations

Q Has a Symbiote

Fathers and Daughters

Star Wars

Obi-wan is a Slut

Firefly Crossover

Egg-preg Drabbles

CodyMace Time Travel

404 Battalion Not Found

ABO GAR

Aitash Tu Akos

Release My Soul

Strange and Norrell

All Other Wives

Miss Jennifer Strange

ArabellaChildermassSegundus Time Travel

SI: Childermass Family Drabbles

Supernatural

DeanHotch

GabrielJess

How to Make a Baby with an Angel

Atlantis Sideplot: Princess Mia

Wayward Hunters: Where Are the Winchesters

Time Travel Wish Fulfillment

Rising Star #2

Teen Wolf

Noah and the Tattoos

The Blue People Movie (Avatar)

Tsu'tey's Twins

Time Travel Fix It

The Untamed (MDZS)

In Memoriam

WangNingXian Reincarnation

Ed as Zangse Sanren

Zangse and Changze Save the Day

WangXian Reborn as RuoShan

The Witcher

River God and the Sorceress

Curse of the Black Sun

VesiJask: The Sacking of Kaer Morhen

Torchwood

Old Guard Ianto

Aaand the total comes to 90! At least it's less than a 100... And that's just the stuff I've worked on recently! (Yes, four years is recent. I have fics I haven't actually touched in 6+ years that are still marinating in my brain, waiting for the pieces to fall into place) If you've trawled through all of those to get here, you've got more stamina than I do!

Please ask about anything that piques your interest! I'd love to talk about some of these, see if it gets the creative juices flowing. (Also feel free to ask about any of the WIPs I have posted on here or Ao3!)

[fartquen12]

Hey quen😊😊💕💕

can uf do zhongchi fic where childe is preg🥺🥺 and they raise thw stinky bwabby🥺🥺💕💕 thxx!.!

Omg yes bestie. Also since I am literally being such a bwimbwo whwore and want to stwab mwuself bc of a man (thats not very bwimbwo whore of me) This is a great idea.

Also next time pls put poop in the request and Also I only do y/n related stories so ya shes going to be in here.

UNFAIR RANK DIAPY WIPEY

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Fart, Poop, Birth, Sea section, Unatural birth, dookie, Fat babies, dirhea, Nsfw??, Will defenitly offend you if your a mini kyle.

It was 10:30 pm and I (y/n) had woken up to this shitty sound. It was like really loud. When I realised thats childe creaming- SCREAMING. I got up quickly and ran to the bathroom he was in! "Childe what- whats wrong a-are you okay!?" I exclaimed "AY GET THO FUCK OUT IM TAKIN A SHITAAA!!!" childe screamed back at me "FUCK OKAY ASSHOLE!" I replied slamming the door after. I was so pissed when I felt a rock hard di- hand touch my arm "whats wrong baby?" I heard a deep im taking a shit pooping sounding voice say. "oh 'ts nothin' just childe being a bitc-" I stopped when I heard "THERES A HEAD THERES A HEAD OUT MY ASSSSSS!" come from the bathroom. Me and zhongli ran into the bathroom and childe was standing with his asshole in the mirror and a small head covered in shit coming out his ass. Without saying anything zhongli ran to the car and forced childe and me into it. I had to sit in the back and childe was in the passanger seat zhongli driving. "THE BABYS COMING!" childe screached "YES BITCH I KNOW!!!" zhongli said angrily. I felt left out so I put on my headphones and turned on "taco fart song sped up 10 hours" On my switch lite. 5 minutes later we were at the hospital and i took off my headphones and me and zhongli and childe ran inside. Once we were inside zhongli told me to stay while childe and him went to the room. I felt left out again. So I decided to get a little risky with the patients in the large room I was in. I saw a strange man with blue hair and a huge shitty looking hat. I walked up to him and sat down next to him. "where ya from cutie." I said and I winked at him. "your moms ass." the cruel man said. "excuse me." I said. "haha just kiddin' im just pulling your leg IM from russia!" He said. I thought to myself man this guys cringe. I decided he was short and shitty for me. I looked over and saw the buffest hottest dude I have ever seen. I ran over to him and sat on his lap. "Damn baby lets go somewhere else." He said. Me and this man went to an empty surgery room. We started kissing. Shit. I farted. He looked at me. Laughed. And then we started kissing again. Then I heard the door open and while kissing this stranger I glanced over and saw a hobo looking man. "Hey butthole guye, Ive got the reports to your- OUHHHH PY AHA ADADADAY OH YA DADAY ISJDIUHSD ISUHIOOOHHOogOHOHOHUHOHUHOAOAAAHA!!!!" the man screamed- moaned? he ran away and the man I was kissing said "I need to go now, But call me my names kaeya, but you can call me- big daddy." The man left. I decided to go check on stupid ass childe. I looked through the door window since i wasnt allowed in. I saw childe holding a stinky ugly looking baby that looked like a noodle. childe told me to come in and say hi to our new baby. But i didnt want to. I was so disturbed at this rat ass looking childe I didnt know what to think, what to do, what to know. I stood there staring into its terrifying eyes for a while. Everything was gone except this strange childe. He seemed like a demon. "Hes...- terrifying.." I said. I placed a hand over my mouth as I slowly cried. "ACTUALLY ITS A GIRL." The nurse said. I screamed. I opened the door quickly ran through the hospital lobby and out the doors got in our car and left them there. I drove 5 states away.

10 years later...

I woke up to my alarm. I woke up my husband kaeya aswell. I walked downstairs and got started on breakfast. Kaeya gave me a kiss on the cheek and grabbed the keys to check our mailbox. I finished setting our food out at the table. Kaeya smiled when he saw the food. "Looks great thank you!" he said "Of course big daddy." I said. We ate breakfast silently and awkwardly. I went over to the mail he put on the counter and I saw a letter with my name. Y/n shitman. I opened it curiosly. It read, Dear Y/n Shitman, Due to the order of law you are five years passed on your payment, Your licesnse has been taken aswell as your toilet privlages and free yearly trip to england, Please come in contact with us soon. sincerly child department.

I was confused to what that was "whats that?" kaeya said "hmmm" I said in response. I saw another piece of paper in the envolope that read

Year one- $0.00

year two- $0.00

year three- $0.00

year four-$0.00

and it went all the way up to

year ten $0.00

I didnt understand until i saw in small print.

Hey y/n please pay for your goddamn poop riden child. We want 500 a month asshole. Child support please. sincerly childe and zhongli Shitman.

You paused. You dropped the letter to the floor and started tearing up. How could this trauma dump come back. You thought you would never have to hear from anything that had to do with that shit child again. when the paper fell it revealed the back of the paper which read.

You have 1 month to pay us 10k (btw we named her olivia and now we have another kid named topher)

"What- What the fuck is that!?" Kaeya said angrily.

"I-"

Part two???

[chichiwritez]

Zhongli and his (degenerate) ao3 tags, because we're all clowns here.

I'm very sleep-deprived and have been working on an angst fic for at least 2 months now, and it really occurred to me that there are several characterizations of Zhongli in ao3 wherein certain personality traits are added into his character (or headcanons) and I thought it would be fun to potentially stir in the melting pot in my brain for the "popular types" of Zhongli hc's/traits on ao3, and list them down so I can jokingly analyse the degeneracy of our content/j

Hopefully, no one gets offended over this little post, seeing as I made this in good fun with no actual intent of hurting peoples feelings (because who would be stupid enough to fight over pixels), but if you are offended, then I'm sorry I called you out on your deepest, darkest desires on this fictional man that probably occupies your head.

Warning: Contains content that jokes about mature themes (sex) so please skip this if that's not your bread and butter.

And please do not place ao3 tags as standards for real-life people and real relationships!!

1. Submissive Zhongli Tag/Bottom Zhongli Tag

- You believe that Zhongli is oblivious to both his feelings and others, because the last time he had a genuine connection, they died in his arms, or was buried under the earth.

- You took one look at his eyeliner, memorised every single detail of his ass movement when he walks in-game, went "Yes, breedable" and ran with it.

-You took that snippet of Female Zhongli in Rex Incognito, and took that opportunity to make the suddenly not so distant m!preg dreams of yours a reality.

- You say it isn't A/B/O unless the tags specify, and even then it's that trope where he goes from Alpha-Omega transitions. (I don't know the exact term can someone pls tell me, I don't read A/B/O)

-You believe that Guizhong pegged him during the archon war

- Big Ass

-You believe that the dragon just wants to be spooned, and is probably very, VERY clingy. You'd hug him, kiss him, cherish him if you could. (But you can't, so feed yourself with x readers or him being with a character you think would treat him to those).

- This also means you may or may not headcanon him as a touch starved dragon who just needs a hug and a massage from carrying the weight of this celestial bullshit for over 6000 years.

- You REALLY like Emperor Zhongli AU

- You REALLY REALLY like camboy/stripper Zhongli AU

- You LOVE College/Incubus AU

- Tiny waist

- Hair-pulling, tail pulling, whatever appendage pulling is probably down your alley, along with the ever lingering thought of one day hammering into Zhongli.

- *coughs in sadist* You want it rough, don't deny it, you want it rough for him.

- You are most likely a venzhong/rezhong/osirax/tartali/zhongguang/guili shipper; because you believe in (but not limited to): femdom, total ASS obliteration, and wholly believe in the inherent eroticism of a god falling apart and submitting to the hands of another in an act of trust. It's earth-shattering, and this display of humility from a god recently retired from their pedestal makes them just a bit more mortal, and just a bit more understood.

2. Dominant Zhongli/Top Zhongli

- You believe that millennia of being an archon has given him such a bad dry spell and so much pent up sexual frustration that he'd DOM anyone he's paired up with, he'd go slow to test the waters, but he'd absolutely wreck them by the fifth time they're in bed together.

- You took one look at Zhongli's burst animation and truly wished you were the one being crushed by that meteorite.

- You read Rex Incognito, took those details, applied the same logic to his exuvia form, and said "Yeah, he can rail me." Same m!preg logic applies, except this time he's the baby daddy.

- You wholly believe that his schlong would be pure something inches of hard rock and would be the most painful/pleasurable thing the character he's paired up with will experience.

- You probably believe he's a service top

- You probably believe he's possessive, would mark up the character he's being shipped with, place a geo sigil on them for good measure

- You enjoy the duality of "Gentleman on the streets, Monster in the sheets" because you are either extremely in need of a man who can do both, or are just that horny.

- You prefer Zhongli being rough, don't you dare lie to me and say that you DON'T prefer it rough. I HAVE SEEN ENOUGH OF THIS TAG NEXT TO THAT TAG.

- You believe he has a long tongue, perfect for reaching places...

- You believe that he'd be both an idiot and a smartass, a total blockhead, you love it!

- You REALLY like Mafia AU

- You REALLY REALLY like CEO AU

- YOU LOVE COFFEE SHOP/SOULMATE AU

- You REALLY REALLY REALLY like the time travels fics where the character you ship him with goes back in time and meets Morax and you believe that Morax would be either rougher/straightforward with the character and there's no in-between.

- You believe that Zhongli is a gentle soul who'd pour you tea as you read through a book, or listen to him ramble on about the grout used on the tiles of the floor and that he could provide you with the best clingy, lazy mornings EVER.

- stamina, you believe he has unlimited stamina

- You are most likely a zhongkae/zhongchi/zhongluc/zhongxiao/zhongguang/zhongqing/zhong x traveller shipper, who believe in (but are not limited to): Praise and Worship, the dragon's mate for life trope, and the inherent eroticism of a god devoting themselves to another in this boundless act of loyalty and pure love. Etched into the earth is a promise that will remain for millennia to come, even as the tides erase whatever reminders of the past it holds.

3. Archon Zhongli

- You are the lore geek

- You love fics that take place before canon events, where only tidbits of life before the canon are found in-game, because the reimagining of the world Morax lived in is one that you absolutely enjoy exploring.

- You love the adepti and yaksha, and you have certain head-canoned interactions for each member of the Liyue of Old.

- You believe that Osial and Zhongli were either lovers, or frenemies. No in-between unless it involves Guizhong, because that woman is a gray area.

- Speaking of Guizhong, you fully believe that Morax's real name Is actually Zhongli since it is stated that the Guili Assembly was named after Guizhong and Morax, and Zhongli literally fits the bill.

- You love thinking of a younger, much more blackened yet terrified Xiao, and how Zhongli tries to get him out of that shell by offering as much freedom as he could give, OR believe that Zhongli was very manipulative bastard.

- You either believe that Azhdaha had thoughts of his own after Zhongli gave him those eyes, or blindly agreed to Morax out of the gratefulness of being given the ability to see.

- Most of the fics you've read involve either Guizhong/Xiao/Venti/Ganyu/Havria/Osial/Azhdaha because they are integral parts of the life that Zhongli has lived through in the past, and seriously hope that there' more than just one-shots and unfinished fics.

- You want to see Zhongli's character progressions after you find out through Zhongli's story that he was more brawn than brain back in the days of the archon war.

- You also want to see unhinged, battle-crazed Zhongli.

- You think that the rich lore of genshin can be heavily expanded upon as long as given the chance. Unearthed history and beliefs that could change the game and its setting is a passion of yours.

4. Dad Zhongli/Parental Zhongli

- Kidfics, just, kidfics!

- You fully believe that Zhongli has parental, policing tendencies towards Ganyu and Xiao. He plays no favourites, no one goes unscathed, they are prepared to face the real world to the best of Parental Zhongli's abilities.

- You'd think he's the parent who gives those lectures at the dinner table when you make a joke he takes too literally.

- He also doesn't know dad jokes, which is the saving grace from the lectures. You believe he encourages free speech, but then no one has the heart to interrupt when he's in the middle of rambles and lectures.

- You LOVE babysitter AU, if you want to spice up Dadli's life, that is.

- You also enjoy seeing him a widower, what's up with that?

- You believe that his kids know better than drag their parent to the store, knowing full well he'll buy overpriced items thinking it's a good bargain, spend too much time examining a product or just ultimately veer away from the item in question to try and psychoanalyse what exactly the kid wants apart from what he actually wants.

- He's a good dad, though a bit of a mess. He's very willing to learn from his children, just as much as his children are willing to learn from him (albeit sometimes it's a bit overbearing.)

- He lets his children experiment with makeup, the red eyeliner was an idea that stuck.

- His children protect him from potential threats to their family dynamic.

- You wholly believe in the concept of either the geo family or the adepti family dynamic, and enjoy the interpretations of a Zhongli riddled with parental instinct and pride for their children, a soft promise to make their lives better than the one he's currently living, and for them to strive to aim higher than he has.

5. Zhongli is a Mess/Zhongli Needs a Hug

- "just give him a hug, he's been through a lot," the fic is the go too.

- Zhongli is the comfort character you dump your feelings and baggage into, and it manifests into this possibly 20k word long fic that you drop out of nowhere and never open again.

- You have mitski in your playlist, you listen to it and once you reach first love/late spring you're already crying your eyes out.

- You have Cavetown in that playlist too, this is home probably hits you like the bus that hit Regina George.

- As the world caves in is a songfic prompt for you.

- Reinaeiry is your bread and butter.

- You wallow in the thought of Zhongli having to kill his friends/lovers/compatriots out of duty and has a weight of legacies and wars on his back every minute he lived as the archon of Liyue.

- You enjoy the intricacy of dissecting the grieving thought process of a struggling character that the words flow like poetry. It's flowery in that deathly hollow way, something reserved and better left alone, yet pried open and cut into sometimes consumable pieces of content.

- Hurt Zhongli hits differently. It's as if you're watching the man fall and succumb to erosion and time, filled with despair and grief as the regret that he has lived, and the actions he had done, weigh in his mind like a sword of Damocles. The contracts he's pursued, the life he's lived through, and what amounts of what he's given, and never taken back. A crack in the earth reveals the soil beneath, and even then it's painted in obscurity.

- You've been through something rough and are self projecting onto your favourite, resident grandpa, who coincidentally has been through a lot as well. It's comforting, even though he isn't real.

- You indulge in the angst because it's the only thing that makes you feel anything remotely these days. You probably need a break, please take care of yourself.

Thank you for reading my ramble lol. It's a new year, with even newer experiences and I sincerely wish everyone the best! Please take care of yourselves!

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Agreeable (Arthur Morgan x preg!reader)

A/N: So this takes place during chapter 4 at Shady Belle. It’s around the second trimester for anyone wanting to know the time frame. This could be read as a prequel to any of my dad!Arthur fics :)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: pregnant reader, mentions of pregnancy, Arthur is a fussy baby daddy

Summary: Arthur insists that you get more sleep, but you only agree to do so if he does the same. 

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You hummed as you made your way towards one of the tables that rested at the center of camp. You placed the book in your hand down on the table. 

“What are you doin’ up so early, missy?” Susan asked as she joined you.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You offered her a little smile. 

“That’s what you’ve been saying for the last three days, Miss Y/L/N. You should still stay in bed. Try to rest.”

“I’ll drive myself crazy sittin’ up there starin’ at the walls.” You shook your head as you opened the book. 

“You’re gonna drive Arthur crazy is what you’re gonna do.” She took a puff from her cigarette.

“Where is he anyways?” You looked around camp, knowing very well you wouldn’t find him. 

“He’s with John. Dutch sent them out early this morning when it was still dark out.”

“Well, I better go get those girls up.” Mrs. Grimshaw sighed as she stood up and made her way towards the house. 

The sun was just peeking over the horizon. You enjoyed the warm rays that seemed to shine through the trees and hit you. It wasn’t muggy yet. The air wasn’t too suffocating, so it wasn’t a pleasant and welcoming warmth. 

A hand came to rest between your shoulder blades. You turned your head to see Arthur standing behind you. 

“Arthur.” You smiled.

“Mornin’, pumpkin.” He leaned down to kiss your temple. His other hand slipped down to your stomach. “Shouldn’t you still be in bed?”

“Everyone else is waking up.”

“Everyone else wasn’t awake tossin’ and turnin’ like you were last night.” Arthur kissed the top of your head. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” You stood up and let him guide you with a hand on the small of your back.

“You are going back to bed while I go out with Charles.” 

You stopped abruptly, turning your head to look at Arthur. 

“I don’t want to go back to bed.”

“I’m sure you don’t, but that little one inside you must be exhausted. You ain’t been sleepin’ well and that isn’t good for ‘em.”

“Well you aren’t sleeping either. That can’t be good for them either.”

“That don’t make a lick of sense.” He continued to try to coax you into the house but you refused to move. 

“Sure it does. You are their daddy after all.”

Arthur’s breath caught in his throat and his eyes darted around as if to see if anyone heard you. It wasn’t like the whole camp didn’t know about the unborn addition to the gang. 

“That don’t mean anything, Y/N.”

“Of course it does.” You put your hand on his arm. “You’re bonded to them too.”

His blue eyes looked down at you, furrowed together. 

“Why can’t you just go to bed like I asked?”

“Why can’t you?” You countered, placing your hands on your hips. “Where’s Charles? I’ll talk to him.”

“Oh brother.” Arthur rubbed his eyes as you began to walk away from him. 

“He’s the only one with sense around here, I swear.”

“Pumpkin, I just want you to rest some more while I go do some work.”

You waved a hand at him dismissively. 

Your eyes landed on your target. He sat at one of the fires with Javier and Sean. 

“Charles!” 

“Haha! You’re in trouble, buddy!” Sean laughed, clapping a hand down on Charles’s shoulder. Charles turned his head to glare at the Irish lad. 

“Charles, I’d just like to speak with you for a moment.”

“Of course, Y/N.” 

You turned to move away from the fire, wanting some privacy away from the nosey camp members. 

Arthur stepped out of your way as you moved towards him with no intentions of going around him. He shook his head in disbelief. Of course you’d cause such a ruckus so early in the morning over nothing. 

“M’sorry, Charles. I tried to stop her, but you know how she is.”

“What did you do this time, Arthur?”

“He’s being stubborn.” You turned to face the two men. “What is it you two are going to do?”

“Just a little hunting over near Catfish Jackson.” Charles answered. 

“Arthur didn’t sleep last night–,”

“I slept just fine.”

“He didn’t, Charles.” You shook your head. “It’s still pretty early. I’d like it if he sleeps for at least another hour or so. Would you mind holding off on your hunting trip?”

“We can always go tonight.” Charles offered, eyes flickering back to Arthur. “No harm in waiting.”

Arthur let out a sigh.

“Thank you, Charles.” You gave him a smile. “If only Arthur was as agreeable as you.”

Arthur huffed.

“Charles ain’t always agreeable.”

“He is with me.”

“That’s cause he’s a gentleman. Don’t like to tell a lady no.”

“It’s a shame he doesn’t rub some of that off on to you.” You began to make your way towards the house. “Come on, Arthur Morgan. Don’t make me start usin’ your middle name.”

“You drive me crazy, woman.” Arthur sighed, placing his hand on the small of your back as he walked alongside you. 

“Maybe you should be more agreeable.” You grinned a little, looking over your shoulder at him. 

“I can be agreeable.” He grumbled. He watched your feet as you moved up the creaky staircase of Shady Belle. “If I remember correctly, that’s how we got into this…. predicament. You wanted your back rubbed. I agreed.”

“A back rub doesn’t include you taking off my clothes.” You reminded him, glancing over your shoulder. “You’re the one who did that.”

He grinned mischievously. 

“Yeah, I did.”

You continued up the stairs together. 

“How are you feelin’ now? Your legs hurtin’ like they were yesterday?”

“No, not yet.” You shook your head. 

Arthur pushed the door to your shared room open. 

“They usually only start hurting when a storm is coming. The rain and the clouds, or something like that.” 

“Something like that.” He repeated. “When do you think we should go shoppin’ for baby clothes?”

“Probably before the baby is born.” You sat down on the edge of the bed. You rubbed the side of your stomach, looking down. 

“It’s too early to start gettin’ clothes, ain’t it?” Arthur began to unlace your shoes. 

“Well, I suppose not. If we get time, perhaps we’ll go into Saint Denis and see what we can find.”

Once your shoes were off and placed aside, Arthur kicked off his boots and joined you in bed. 

“If I wake up and find that you aren’t in this bed, Arthur Morgan–,”

“I know, I know.” He cut you off, tucking his nose into your neck. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere, pumpkin.” 

“Good.”

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The John stones imagine is so cute !!!

Thank you so much!! I know no one asked but he’s another little fluffy stones fic :)

Perfect

“Where you off to?” John asks, his voice soft and smooth as it always was when speaking to you. His voice was also lowered so he isn’t waking up the rest of the boys on the same floor like he usually might. He was typically very loud, very boisterous and very animated. But he was quieter today, for you and for the sake of everyone’s morning temper. His eyes track you slowly as you roll out of bed with a groan before disappearing out of his eye line.

Or rather, out of the sight of the macbook camera that allows him to see you on the screen of his own laptop. “Pee.” You state simply, making John chuckle ever so slightly as he settles back down into the comfortable hotel bed, his head resting up on plush pillows with his laptop placed on top of the duvet that covers his stomach. He flicks through his phone momentarily while you were away, his mind wandering off into an dreamland where he could be with you. Of course he adored playing for his country, that much was a given. But he much preferred that when you were able to be with him every day wherever he traveled to as opposed to all the way back home or somehow worse, only allowed to see him at the end of games with about 10 feet of seating barricade between you.

He longed to hug you, to feel your lips on his and to feel something that was so entirely new that he hadn’t ever had the chance to feel it. Something that had only been able to be described to him in painstaking detail by you.

His little baby’s fluttering kicks as he or she grows in your stomach each day without him there.

“This baby is kicking the crap out of my bladder,” you announce the second your back in the frame of the camera, shuffling across the bed uncomfortably until you lay down in your back with the laptop set on the bedside table. “Footballer like daddy, eh?” You tease, drumming the pads of your fingers gently over the large rounded shape of your stomach. The 7 month old foetus responds with what you think is a foot, but you can’t truly be sure. John looks on through the screen in absolute awe. He wishes to every or any god that he could be there with you, getting to experience these things by your side. Instead, he had been gone in the Euro 2020 campaign for 6 weeks and as a result, felt like he had literally missed so much in your pregnancy.

He was genuinely petrified you would go into labour while he was in a foreign country or playing a game and he doesn’t find out until he’s missed it. It’s his worst nightmare, but you’ve reassured him that it’s incredibly unlikely given the fact his last game is in two days time and you’re only just going into your 8th month. You wanted to find out the gender together and there hadn’t been a time where that was possible, so there was a sweet baby shower set up for the week John gets home and to say he was excited would be the worlds biggest understatement.

“Maybe, maybe.” John hums, eyes trained on you as you lift up your shirt and angle the screen so he had a full view of the large bump. “Definitely tall like his daddy though.” He adds, making you giggle loudly as you turn to face him on the screen. One of your eyebrows quirks upwards as a smirk sets itself onto your lips. “He?” You tut, laughter lighting up your tired eyes. John nods, very certain. “Gut feeling.” He shrugs, you laugh again. “Alright mystic preg, we’ll see.” You taunt playfully, matching his teasing tone. He throws his head back laughing the way that he does, echoing your “mystic preg.” in his deep accented rumble.

“Well what do you think?” He retorts, watching your shrug the best you can from your laying down position. You turn your eyes to the ceiling now though, mind dancing away in thought. “I dunno,” you hum in response. “Suppose I’ve spent more time thinking about us as parents y’know? Me and you and a little person. Who they’ll be, what they’ll look like. All that stuff. Crazy isn’t it?”

John nods. You speak so wistfully, like you’re off in the dream that he was in only a few minutes ago. Like you’re both there, in it together. He’s still to build that crib and Hendo promised he’d come round and help out once they got home with that and the car seat fitting. Pretty much everything else had already been done, insistently by John and Kyle while you and Annie watched on cautiously while chatting baby names. The excitement to have baby Stones here in your arms, with you both, was so unreal. It was so overwhelming and it did often make you tear up with those pregnant hormones raging through you.

“Boy or girl,” John starts, wishing he could reach out and wrap his arms around you and press a kiss to your temple like he ordinarily, almost routinely, would have done. Wishing to use one hand to wipe away your stray tear that makes its way out of the corner of your eye, and feel the life you created kicking at his other hand. He’s desperate for that. “Doesn’t matter. They’ll still be most perfect baby ever made.” He says softly, his voice full of truth and excitement. “And they’ll have the best mum ever, in the whole world.”

“Don’t-“ you sniffle, “You’ll set me off and I won’t be able to stop.”

John snickers, but it does hurt his heart that he can’t comfort you in the physical way that he usually would, “Just a couple more days, baby, then we’re all together again.” He says as you yawn for what felt like the millionth time since you started the call. It was hard enough to sleep with an already very big, very heavy baby sitting on your organs and playing the piano across your ribcage with their feet. But to also have to sleep without John just made everything a million times worse for you. Of course, had he been there you probably would have kicked him off the bed at least once every night for sleeping soundly while you lie uncomfortably full into the wee hours of the morning. “I can’t wait for you get home to do that thing again.” You murmur, words slurred ever so slightly by the sleepy looseness of your tired lips.

“What thing?” John queries, his eyebrows furrowed to crease a comically confused crease in his eyebrows that you only see though half shut eyes. “Like the thing?” He says, almost gawping.

Your eyes snap open, a snort breaking past your lips. “No, you dirty sod!” You yelp, “there’s no room for anything else anywhere near there until your son is earthside.”

“Aha! So you do think it’s be a boy!”

“Bastard.”

John’s chortle echos through the laptop speakers, making you giggle softly along with him. His laughter had always been contagious and you do hope that no matter who your child comes to be, that they have his laugh. It always lightens your mood.

“I meant the lifting the bump thing, you dirty git. Y’know the one we seen on tik tok that worked wonders for this back pain I’m getting from your abnormally large genes.” You smile with a roll of your eyes. You were certainly a lot bigger than most people were at your stage of pregnancy and the level of pain you were feeling in your back when doing anything but laying completely flat and still was immense. Fern, having known the pain of carrying the baby of a man who exceeded 6”2, had been on hand to offer that lift when all the WAGS were together before, during and after the games. She said it was something she and Harry did all the time, but your belly had now exceeded what she was capable of lifting without putting her own back out, while John would have little problem helping out.

Even if he did have a problem, he wouldn’t dare vocalise it. He was truly willing to do anything he could to make you more comfortable. He honestly wished he could have been there to help you more often, he loved the intimacy of supporting the weight of your baby for as long as his arms could hold it, helping to lessen the struggle even if only by a smidge. The level of relief he watched on your face when he had lifted your belly in his large hands carefully earlier on in the pregnancy, just short before he left, was immense. He wishes he could do more.

“You’re exhausted, baby.” He coos softly, “You need to go to sleep.”

You’re quite clearly falling asleep in front of him and it is nearly 12, but he can tell you don’t want him to miss the active baby and you just want to be in his presence even if you can’t actually be in his presence. “We miss you though, John.”

He loves that. Could certainly get used to it, the ‘we’. You and the baby you share. His perfect little family.

“I’m right here.” He says, wishing he could reach out and stroke your hair softly like he so often does. “I’m not going anywhere, I’ll talk to our little baby, calm him- or her! While you sleep. Sound good love?”

He sees you nod, but you say nothing as you allow your eyes to close. John talks in a quieter voice, hushed words that he hopes his growing baby can hear. He talks about how much he loves you, how he’ll spend his life loving you and showing this little baby exactly what love looks like. He talks about the love he already has for his baby and tells the story of his you first met. It was the most beautiful the you could ever have imagined drifting off to.

Faint, fluttering kicks of the precious little life in your stomach as they listen to the words of their doting daddy talk all about just how much he loves their beautiful mama.

The first thing he does at the end of that Italy game, despite the loss, is search for you. He needs to find you, needs to hug you and needs to feel those kicks against his hands. It’s Trippier who points you out, finally, and John barrels towards you. He slows, almost stops as he stands in front of you in an 2xl England shirt with Stones printed in big red letters across the back, swollen belly stretching the material. His hands fall onto the temporary home of his little one, happy and warm inside as he ushers you out of the rambunctious crowds into the very quiet tunnel.

“We’re so proud of you!” You beam, hot salty tears pouring down over your rosy cheeks just like his do. You don’t know if the tears are from the ache of such a close loss or from that fact that he had missed you and your baby so, so much. Either way, John’s a known crier, so it could very well be both. There was also a significant number of tears when you first felt the fluttering kicks of the little baby growing in there, but you were riddled with hormones. Emotions were just everywhere.

“I missed you so much,” John rushes, pressing firm kisses against your lips, pulling back to speak only to kiss you again. He can’t get enough of you. John peppers kisses all over your face as he tells you how much he loves you, how happy he is to see you.

“And you,” he coos softly, even more tears sliding over your lash line as you get the first sound of the baby voice he swore up and down he wouldn’t have. “Daddy missed you so much, and loves you so, so, so much baby. Mama and daddy love you so much.” He’s crouched down on those long legs so he’s eye level with your bump, able to press his lips in scattered kisses over the material of the shirt. In response, he gets a firm kick and what feels like to you is some hand movements. Then an elbow is jutted up into your ribcage that steals the air from your lungs and makes you double over ever so slightly.

John grabs your hand, tangling his fingers through yours in order to lead you carefully through the tunnel to a little quiet room.

“Right, turn around.” He instructs. You shoot him an incredulous look with a firm glare to follow. “Buggar off, Stones. I told you the other day-“

“Now who’s the dirty sod, eh?” He teases, using your own words against you from only a few days ago as you realise what he was meaning.

“Not the mother of your child, I’d hope Mr Stones, or you’ll be sleeping on the street tonight.” You snip firmly, no amount of missing him could take over those pregnancy irritations and if he got on the wrong side of pregnant monster you, then he was in for it.

You do turn around as told however as you realise what it is that he wanted to do, and you are fucking thankful for it when he wraps those strong, long arms around you. They reach under your stomach, linking his hands together to get a careful and gentle lift under your belly. The sound of relief you make is one John doesn’t think he’s ever heard from a human before. There was so much relief in your face and written into the expressions of your body that John almost never wants to let go, never wants you to have to bare all that weight by yourself again. “That’s perfect.” You all but whimper. John chuckles.

“(Y/n)?” John hums, his voice that telling questioning tone you know so well.

“Mhm?”

“You called me Mister Stones just then, and said baby Stones the other day.” He notes, his words not making any real sense to you in this moment of pure bliss.

“So?” You simply lilt in return as you enjoy the relief for the muscles in the base of your back.

“Well, if it’s alright with you I’d really like to call you Mrs Stones?”

You crane your neck to look at him with his chin resting on your shoulder. The smell of his sweat mixed with his deodorant and aftershave is so familiar to you that it almost makes you cry again just at the thought of having him there. “Mrs (y/n) Stones,” John tests, pretending as though he hasn’t been thinking about his surname replacing yours in the space following your given name since the very first time you wore his shirt to a match. It’s all he’d thought about for years and now was the perfect time to make it final. The Stones family.

“I’d love that,” you sniffle with even more tears. John laughs, but his eyes and cheeks are just as wet as yours.

“Mr and Mrs Stones,” he beams, his eyes drifting back down to the baby in the bump of your belly who’s weight he still supports. “And our very own baby stones.” You add, much to his overwhelming and unadulterated joy.

“It’s perfect.”

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ok so i was thinking.. preg yoonie with 1, 6, 12, 19, and 22!! maybe yoongs was feeling nauseous so he decided to take a nap in bed but he wakes up and immediately gets sick ): n its all over the bed and his pajamas so he gets up but the motion makes him feel worse so he just stands in the middle of the room and finishes and jimin finds him and dotes on him and cleans everything up of course

1. Some of it got in your hair...

6. Let's find you a clean set of clothes, okay?

12. It's...it's all over the carpet...

19. I guess I'll have to clean this up...

22. Don't use your sleeve! I'll be right back with a wet cloth.

A.N : ... got carried away, and maybe this is not really a short fics .....

Yoongi huffs, rubbing his bump that has gotten bigger, and tuck himself on the bed—laying flat on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling as he convulsively swallows nausea that still bugging him.

He groans.

Gosh, it's not supposed to be like this. His morning sickness is not supposed to be this bad.

Usually, the nausea was gone when he finished throwing everything up. But ... what's wrong with him today?

Yoongi pressed his fist on his lips, shutting his eyes close as his body jerks lightly with the quiet gag.

He groans again, shifting on the bed as another wave of nausea hits him. Yoongi gritted his teeth in frustration, and tried to swallow it.

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand—5PM. Few minutes again Jimin will come home.

Maybe he could ask his boyfriend to make him tea after he gets home.

Yoongi closes his eyes, burrowing himself deeper on the bed, and counting his breath. His hand still actively rubbing a circle pattern on his bump.

Maybe because he's tired, it lulls him into sleep.

***

Yoongi wakes up with a lurch on his stomach.

He jolts awake, clamping his mouth as a gag immediately erupted from his throat.

He's going to throw up.

He can barely hold it as his body heaves and gags on nothing but air when he tries to get out from his blanket that tangled on his feet. He needs to get out of the bed, and rushing to the bathroom. But the sudden and quick movement only jostles his stomach further.

Before he could register everything, his body heaves again, this time more productive as a brown liquid filling his palms, and spurting from his fingers, dripping on his laps and the floor.

Yoongi gasps, trying to move but it feels like his body froze, as his stomach clenched again, making him heave deeply and bring up more vomit. He shut his eyes, clenching on the bed. His chest rising and falling, breathing rapidly, his heart beating loudly in his ears. He let his palm down, as it's no use for now, vomit dripping from his hand, adding to the mess below him.

Yoongi slowly opened his eyes, watching the puddle forming on the carpet. He stared at it, his body moving forward slightly, as the sick continues, sweat gathering on the top of his head, sticking on his face.

"Uurrkk-", his shoulders rolls again at the sight. Vomit rushing from his mouth like a stream. One of his clean hands clutching on his bump, feeling it jerked actively with every heave that he let out.

" Yoongi hyung!, oh gosh .." Yoongi turns his head to look at the doorway, as he hears his door being pushed open. A small rush rushes through his veins, seeing Jimin in the entrance. Looking around the room in alarm. And then his eyes landed on him. Jimin gasps quietly, eyes widening in horror at his state and rushing towards him.

"Oh my god baby, what happened?", he asked, voice panicked. Yoongi shook his head as he coughs, swallowing thickly as he watches the mess on the carpet.

" Nause-uurrrkk", he pitched forward again, failing to answer his boyfriend when his words morph into more of his stomach content that wanting to out.

"Oh gosh, let it out hyung", Jimin said softly, his expression softening as he reaches forward, rubbing the pregnant man back, gently pulling his hair behind his ear. " Aigoo, some of it getting on your hair hyungie"

Yoongi sniffles, wiping his wet lips with his sleeve after he spits out more of his guts and mucus onto the carpet. "No no no, don't use your sleeve baby, wait here. i will be back with cloth, okay?", Jimin rambles, catching his wrist and pull it down, before running out to the bathroom.

Yoongi stares blankly, still breathing heavily as he waits for his stomach to calm down. He grimaced at the mess he make. His pants, the carpet .. his hand, and some of the sheets were covered in his vomit.

Tears springing on his eyes, feeling guilty at the mess he makes.

" Here", Jimin back on his side, taking his palms, brushing them with clean cloths. "Now, your fa—", he halts on his words when he sees Yoongi's cheeks wet with tears that still flowing freely, " Baby why are you crying?" Jimin soft voices only make Yoongi cries harder. His face scrunched as his cry turn into sobs, " 'm sorry Jimin-ah .. i- I make an m-mess .. I j-just wake up .. and t-then if-feel sick and-", Yoongi tries to explain himself, hiccuping in between words that come out of his mouth, "I'm sorry I d-"

But he doesn't get to finish his sentence.

" It's okay baby, it's all okay," Jimin coos, kissing his forehead and pressing gentle kisses there. Yoongi shakes his head weakly. Jimin frown, stroking Yoongi cheek, his hand resting above the bump, and rubs gently there, "Hey, don't blame yourself. Your morning sickness has been hard, you cant control it hyung .. it's okay", Jimin whispered, soothingly, his other hand cupping both sides of his face tenderly. Yoongi shakes his head, leaning against Jimin's touch and his lips pouting.

"Still .."

Jimin coos, wiping the tears with his thumb, "It's okay hyungie .. now, are you feeling better or still nauseous?"

Yoongi sighs, looking down, sniffling, "I think.. it's mostly over.."

"Okay, good. Let's get you clean up and find you new sets of clothes, okay?" Yoongi nods, holding his bump as he tries to stand up. Grimacing when he feels liquid dripping on from his legs, "Gosh .. i feel disgusting"

Jimin chuckles at his boyfriend's rumbles as he guided the older to the bathroom to clean up.

" 'm sorry Jimin-ah, i will help you clean up", Yoongi breaks the silence between them as he watches Jimin scrubbing his hand and legs, "It's all over the carpet too, 'm sorry", he mumbles. Jimin stops, turning to give him a small peck on his cheeks.

Yoongi scrunches his nose.

"Don't worry about it, hyung, really. I will clean it up", he said as he turns off the water, handing the washcloth and fresh towel to Yoongi to dry his skin, " And you, with our little baby here", he bent down to kiss Yoongi's bump, "Just rest. It's must be tiring for both of you"

Yoongi blushes at the gesture, nodding as he dried his face and hands. Jimin helped him wipe and drying off his face.

" Thank you", he murmurs. Jimin giggled, kissing him on the nose, and giving him a soft hug, "Now can you wait here a bit? I will change the sheets quickly before you can sleep"

[plaidbooks]

Hey. Could I please request something fluffy with Sonny? Sonny, reader and their toddler bonding ... honestly i have no plot whatsoever. Lol I just want Daddy!Sonny🥺 thanks💕

Glimpses (A Glimpse of the Future part 5.5)

A/N: I fucking love Papa!Sonny, and I need him. This fic made me want children...but only if Sonny’s the dad/my husband. This is kind of a spiritual successor to A Glimpse of the Future, but can be read as a standalone (I just love the name Rosa for his daughter, okay?). It also covers the Cuddling square in the VDay Bingo. Hope you enjoy, and thank for requesting @amorestevens <3

This is day 1 of the bingo, hurray! I was asked to do fluff instead of angst, but i make no more promises for any other story!

Tags: none, just fluff

Words: 1389

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On days he worked, Sonny was lovely, gently waking you before he got in the shower so that you could get up and get some things done in the peace and quiet before your two-year-old awoke. But on his days off, Sonny was a godsend. He took care not to disturb the bed as he got up, letting you get a few extra moments of sleep. The only thing that would awaken you was the smell of coffee, food, and the deep fear that you had overslept. But by the time you’d come padding into the kitchen, Sonny would be just putting the finishing touches on breakfast, serving you as you wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing his cheek. And while you’d eat, he’d get Rosa out of bed, carrying her to the kitchen for milk and her own breakfast. Only then would he feed himself.

Today started out like that, with you happily in love with your husband, watching him wash dishes while sneaking bites of food. Normally, you did the dishes, but he was very particular about his stainless-steel knives, and you’d given up arguing about it. So instead, you fed your daughter, making sure she got more in her mouth than around it.

Since becoming an ADA, Sonny now had weekends almost always off. Almost. Which is why you were taking full advantage of it. It was a beautiful day outside, and you were determined to drag him with you to the park, to let Rosa play on the little play structure there.

“Isn’t she too small for that?” Sonny had asked, wary.

You chuckled—he was “cool Uncle Sonny,” who let the kids do whatever they wanted normally. But Rosa was his one and only child, and he kept her on a pedestal. The first night you had brought her home, Sonny didn’t sleep, instead watching her all night, making sure she was okay. You knew what kind of parent he was going to be when in his sleep-deprived state, he cried about not being able to nurse Rosa.

“She’s fine, babe—I’ve taken her there before. Besides, look at her! She’s got your height,” you replied, gesturing at her. It was true; while Rosa looked like you—besides her bright, blue eyes—she was already big for her age. She was going to be tall when she grew up.

“Y-yeah, but—”

“She’s fine, Dom,” you smiled at him. “I promise.”

 ***********

Once Sonny was able to let her go, he learned that you were right; Rosa was fine on the play structure. Though, she fell once, and you thought Sonny would have a heart attack. You had to grab his arm to stop him from rushing over to her. And when she had sprung back up, laughing and running around again, Sonny had let out a sigh, relaxing next to you.

“You’re going to be the dad that sits in the kindergarten class with her cause you refuse to leave her, aren’t you?” you asked, elbowing his ribs.

“Hey, I worry. My job…” he trailed off, eyes locked on his daughter.

You squeezed his arm. “I know, Dom, I know. But you can’t stifle her, either.”

“I-I know…there was just this case recently…. Never mind; I don’t want to think about it.” Sonny shuddered slightly, and you squeezed his arm again.

As you left the park, you each had one of Rosa’s hands, and she walked in between you two. Sonny would count down from three, and you’d both swing her forward, lifting her off her feet, making her squeal with laughter.  Eventually, she got bored with that, though, squirming out of your hand and going to Sonny.

“Dada, up!” she commanded, and Sonny laughed, lifting her and planting her on the back of his neck, legs dangling on his chest. You grinned at the two of them, heart full.

 ***********

“And this can’t wait until Monday? Or at least tomorrow?” Sonny said angrily into his phone. He was pacing in the kitchen and you were doing dishes, Rosa playing with her toys in the living room, cartoons on. You glanced at him just as he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine, I’ll be right there,” Sonny said though gritted teeth before hanging up.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. You had just finished dinner—it was rare for Sonny to be called in this late.

“Liv needs a warrant tonight. I gotta run to the office real quick, then try and find a judge willing to sign off on it on a Saturday night,” he explained, heading out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. There was no time to get into a full suit, so he was opting for a button-up and blazer over his day-off jeans. He tried to be stealthy, to not let Rosa see, but it was too late.

“Dada?” she asked as he headed for the front door. Sonny froze in his tracks, glancing at you for help.

You walked over to Rosa, saying gently, “Daddy has to go to work really quick. He’ll be right back—”

“No!” Rosa said angrily, stomping her foot.

You sighed. “Rosa, we’ve talked about this; Daddy sometimes gets called into work. He has an important job and has to—”

“No! Dada stay!” she reiterated, crossing her arms. Then the tears came, and she wailed loudly.

You looked over at Sonny, who hadn’t moved a muscle; he was normally gone before this. “Why are you still here? Go; hurry back. She’ll calm down,” you tried, but now Sonny had tears in his eyes.

“D-does she do this every time I leave?” he asked softly, his voice barely audible over Rosa’s screams.

“Not every time, but often enough,” you confessed. You never told him, because you were afraid of this kind of reaction. “Just…go, babe. It’s only going to be worse if you drag it out.”

But instead of turning and leaving, Sonny pulled out his phone. “Yeah Liv? Family emergency; call another ADA. Sorry.” And then he hung up, shrugging out of his blazer and hanging it up before coming over to Rosa. He squatted down in front of her, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Daddy’s staying home for the night, okay? No more crying,” he cooed to her, bouncing her gently.

Rosa sobbed for a little while longer, her arms wrapped around his neck. You gave him a soft smile. “You realize you’re just encouraging her; now she’ll cry whenever you leave to try and stop you,” you muttered.

“And if I see it, she has a pretty good chance of succeeding,” Sonny whispered back, kissing the side of her head.

 *************

The three of you ended up cuddling on the couch, under the giant blanket Sonny’s ma made for  your first Christmas together. Sonny had his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. Your head was on his shoulder, his head on yours. Rosa was tucked between you both, your hand stroking her back lovingly.

When you were pretty sure Rosa had finally drifted off, you said softly, “I wanted to tell you this tomorrow, but I can’t keep it secret anymore.” Sonny lifted his head from yours, furrowing his brow as he looked at you in confusion. “I’m pregnant, Dom.”

A wide grin broke across his face. “Really? When did you find out? How far along are you?”

You opened your mouth to respond when Rosa shifted. “Mama, what’s preg…mat?”

Your cheeks warmed as you glanced at Sonny. He chuckled. “That’s all you, doll,” he murmured.

You shot him a playful glare. “Uh, Rosa, it means you might have a little brother or sister soon.”

She was quiet for a long time, and you thought she might have fallen asleep. Finally, she whispered, “I wish I had a little sister to play with.”

The smile Sonny had was blinding, and he pulled you both closer. “We’ll just have to wait and see, my little Rose.” Sonny kissed the top of her head, then pulled you in for a gentle kiss. This was the best ending to a perfect day, a family day. You hoped that you could have more of them soon, especially with baby number two on the way. You nuzzled your face closer against Sonny, heart full of love.

[not-krys]

WIP Wednesday: ‘Baby’s First Slow Dance’ and ‘Little Swimmers Across Time’ [IkeSen]

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So, back around the time after Rub My Belly was first released, I received an ask for me to do a similar kind of story, but with Nobunaga instead.

Now, let me just say first that I don’t accept writing requests, fics, headcanons, or otherwise. I’m slow to write because of RL commitments coming first, and, like with this particular ask, it might be left sitting in my inbox for over a year (since Rub My Belly came out in August 2019, it has been well over a year now as of this posting). I honestly don’t want people waiting forever for a response/story that might never come. Sorry if that comes off as disappointing, but I’ll be sticking with my own brainings for the foreseeable future.

THAT BEING SAID!

This idea wouldn’t leave me alone, oh my god, it wouldn’t leave me alone!!! 

So much so that I created two drafts for this particular idea.

The first version is just fluff with a very preg MC as he walks with her around the tenshu to help settle a fussy fetus which leads to teaching Nobu how to slow dance, thus the title ‘Baby’s First Slow Dance’.

The second one, Little Swimmers Across Time, takes its cues from Nobu’s Dramatic Ending, because Nobu’s Dramatic Ending lends itself so well to the concept of surprise baby (and it’s kind of embarrassing the number of times I’ve thought about this idea in particular). And, like Rub My Belly, the title idea made me laugh, thus here it stayed.

As always, these are raw and unedited and unfinished. And, obviously, content warning for pregnancy, if that’s not your thing.

Onwards!

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Baby’s First Slow Dance

Seven and a half months and one day down. Just another month and a half and one more night to go, you thought to yourself.

Too bad one of your companions wasn't in the mood for sleeping, finding it more enjoyable to kick your ribs instead. For what felt like the hundredth time, you sighed and moved to get out of bed. Like you needed another sleepless night.

The sudden grab for your wrist made you turn, seeing Nobunaga with one eye open and an unmistakable frown on his face.

You gave him a tired smile.

"Your child has inherited your bad sleeping habits." You told him, the fatigue evident in your voice. You weren't happy about it either.

Nobunaga echoed your sigh and sat up, opening up both of his eyes. His frown, however, slipped into a small grin as he released your wrist.

"Our child has made bold claims against me, even before leaving the womb." He helped you stand up, giving his arm for support. "First, they claim your lap from me, and now they steal you from my arms at night?"

He seemed more amused than angry, however.

"As if this-- this big belly has stopped you from enjoying your claims..." Quite the contrary, he was delighted with you pregnant, fascinated with your growth over the past few months. More often than not, now that his lap claim had been taken from him, his head found a new place on your belly, often getting tiny hands and feet pressed to his cheek.

He stayed by your side as you regained your balance, kissing your shoulder as he held you steady.

"Though they have stolen territory from me, they do provide me with more to explore." His hand trailed down, rubbing you gently as a tiny hand reached for his much larger palm. "And their claim is only temporary. I shall concede to a provisional truce of you, for now."

You leaned into him, appreciating his warmth and strength, choosing to ignore that last statement.

"Once around the tenshu... Hopefully, that's going to be enough for tonight." You were even slower than usual, your waddling steps sluggish and exhausted. Nobunaga never complained about the speed, just held onto you firmly, always minding his pace for you.

You breathed out, still feeling those little kicks that didn't want to stop just yet. "Still not tired yet."

He still didn't complain, just kept holding onto you as you both walked at a snail's pace. Your fatigue was getting the better of you, feeling your eyes growing heavier as you walked. Before you realize it, strong arms encircled you completely, your head resting against his shoulder. You laughed.

"Didn't know you knew how to slow dance."

"...Slow dance?"

"Just holding each other and swaying. Nothing fancy."

You stood up straighter and circled your arms around him, turned to the side and rested your head against him again. He seemed to get the idea once you started swaying with him.

"You danced like this in your time?" His voice was soft, amused.

“My parents loved dancing like this,” your voice was just as soft.

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Little Swimmers Across Time

It was warm when you woke up again, no echoing thunder and no wind cutting into you like knives. It was quiet save for the sound of distant birds chirping. It must have been morning, but you couldn't tell. Something was blocking the sun, something with black robes and some spice you couldn't quite name. This darkness held you close, a curious hand exploring over your body, finding quiet fascination in memorizing you over again.

Right, you had found out before you left. Three months when you left, only showing just barely, if you turned a certain way and were squinting.

Not that it made any difference to Nobunaga, if he's noticed yet. He was just happy to have you back at his side, a miracle neither of you thought possible. The only reason he let you go since last night was to change you out of your wet clothes, wearing one of his cast offs. His scent all around you helped to calm you from the turbulent storm that had brought you back to the past, his arms around promising to never let you again. If you were dreaming this, you never wanted to wake up again.

Your dream, however, had different ideas.

Soft lips met with yours, drawing you further from sleep and into the sweet reality you were in again.

"Awaken, [Name]," his deep voice called beside you, "I wish to hear your voice again. Awaken for me."

Your eyes fluttered open, the bleariness of sleep fading as his face came into focus.

"...Nobunaga?" your voice was soft, barely awake, trying to make sense of what he asked.

"You seem surprised to see me, Fireball."

It wasn't a dream, your foggy brain started to process, you really had returned. Even his smirk was real.

"I... I'm back?"

"You do have a way of creating miracles wherever you go. I commend you for pulling this one off."

You smiled, remembering what had spurred you into making your return.

"I guess... love really can overcome anything."

He smirked again, pulling you in for a brief kiss before pulling back again to get a good look at you.

"Three months is far too long to be apart from you."

"Three months and five hundred years," you corrected.

"Three months, five hundred years. Torture is still torture, no matter the length."

[littlesparklight]

A thought experiment, so if you don’t like the idea of genderswapped Hera and Zeus, don’t read on below.

Something I've been vaguely thinking about for a while, and which I vaguely incorporated into my Femslash February fic that's a Rule 63!AU for Ganymede and Zeus, is Zeus and Hera's relationship dynamic, and how it would honestly be worse if you Rule 63 them. Now, regular Zeus and Hera are a product of the culture and time they come from, of cultural attitudes and sexual mores, which is reflected in not just their relationship, but their personalities. If you flip them completely, you just get the regular situation between them, just the names swapped around basically. If you flip them while allowing them to keep what we do have of their personalities, even when these are at least partially coloured by gendered societal expectations and sexual mores, you get something more interesting.

Now you have a male Hera who, contrary to all cultural expectation, is monogamous but still in possession of all of female Hera's (righteous) anger over being cheated on. You also have a male Hera with far more licence to do whatever the fuck he wants in retaliation for his wife's cheating, and here is where it gets depressing.

Even if you put aside any threats of domestic violence (Zeus, for example, threatens violence both to Hera and others, but never goes through with it), Hera's favourite methods of retaliation are madness, transformations, and death, and some of these because the women need to survive to at least give birth to the children. There's no need for any such meta-textual consideration to be paid when Zeus is the one pregnant. Hera can instantly punish any mortal man or god Zeus has slept with (see, for example, Zeus killing Iasion for sleeping with Demeter, this is basically what has a high likelihood of repeatedly happening). I figure Zeus is often going to be handing babies over to their grandparents or uncles instead of their fathers.

Or, if Hera doesn't lash out any more times in this version of mythic reality than she does in regular mythic reality (which isn't actually a lot, only, like, 9-11 times), I figure Zeus herself would bear the brunt more often - probably Zeus would get repeatedly locked up? As a way to try and contain her. As for female Zeus, again, contrary to all cultural expectation, she has a libido and wants to sleep with anyone she wishes to. In that, she would be much like Demeter. They'd probably have  a lot in common, here! The problem is just that female Zeus is a woman, she is married, and as a woman, and a married woman, she has no similar freedoms as when she is male. An ancient Greek married woman was supposed, contrary to the man, to be faithful and chaste, which Zeus very clearly is not.

Why marry at all, then, you say? If we let Zeus still be the youngest/oldest, and the one who gets hidden away, she's grown up with a sense of freedom and responsibility, and she would probably want to keep as much power for herself as she can... and if that means marrying the king of the gods (because it's not like Zeus was in the running for one third of the realm or the overall kingship, as a woman), then by Heaven and Earth she will. She just probably feels she should be able to do what she wants, when the married men can do so. You don't need to keep this order of things, Hera could well now be the youngest son and hidden away on Crete, because Zeus can still be much like Demeter, but personally I like the idea better of keeping the general flow of the early myths/Zeus' birth and the general birth order. Thinking of the children from Zeus, either Metis is now a river god instead of an Oceanid, or she's still female and we go with the version where Zeus alone engenders Athena - just with no head chopping in this version, unless that's kept for the extra wtf when Zeus as a woman very much can give birth to Athena the normal way, but perhaps, because she was created from Zeus alone, she still comes from her head? Which would still piss Hera off and off he goes to have Hephaistos, things proceed as normal there. I'd honestly only switch Hera and Zeus in terms of gender/sex here, so Persephone will get the distinction of being a magical f/f preg baby, because by god, why not? Demeter is Zeus' only experience with a woman until Ganymede (because I'd keep this a same-sex relationship, even outside of the specific context of my femslash february fic). Persephone can of course not be given away by Zeus in this version, so Hera is her closest male relative - Hades undoubtedly goes to Hera, and since I don't see why Hera can't keep her "deity of marriage" title (because Zeus is considered one of the deities of marriage in regular Ancient Greek religion), he has double the "reason" and "rights" to give Persephone away. Only difference is that you probably get two pissed off mothers. Maybe Zeus refuses to let shit rain on top of Demeter's famine/refusing to let things grow. (Honestly though, Zeus would probably not be upset at Hades specifically as the groom, just, like Demeter, that she wasn't informed.) Among the mortal women who would now be men that Zeus sleeps with, the only one who really presents a problem is Semele, because of the necessity of Dionysos' double-birth. You could borrow the "getting ripped apart after being born" method, and Zeus sticking whatever surviving piece back inside and baking a new baby Dionysos from that, which would work nicely and easily allow Semele to be male. If we keep closer to the basics and ignore Orphic variations, Dionysos could always be our second miracle f/f preg baby (I mean, why not), and you still get the saving of infant Dionysos from Semele's burning corpse after Hera tricks Semele into asking Zeus to come to her as she does while having sex with her husband.

Or, if you make Hera a little closer to a “classic” Ancient Greece man to the tune of Zeus and Poseidon (and, in a much more milder version, Hades), though that honestly feels more OOC to me than having Hera as a culturally atypical man, then what would happen between him and Zeus is a spiral of “fuck you for cheating”, “no, fuck YOU” and they keep lashing out at each other’s lovers in jealousy haha.

[soldierswar]

Sick

            Dad! Bucky X Reader (Fluff)

TW: None. Pure fluff.

Note!!!!: This is a two part series. You could read this as the first one, and use the second one (Oh Baby) as a prologue. Or, you could read the fic mentioned as the first one in the series. It’s up to you, but this one was just uploaded first.

Plot: You wake up ill. And so does your two-year-old Frankie. You’re pretty sure that you two woke up having the same type of illness...At least you think you did.

         You woke up, sick.

           One moment you were fine; and within the next 10 seconds, you found yourself with your head in the bowl.

           You took a minute, rested on your knees, and suddenly felt your husband dotingly stroking and pulling your long hair back.

           “I thought you were asleep,” you croaked

           “Super soldier senses,” he replied.

           “You seem to keep forgetting.”

           You shrugged right before continue retching all of the non-existent contents of your stomach.

           Finally, you felt it was over. Thank God.

           “You need anything?” he asked.

           “Water? Juice?”

           You opted in for one of your daughter’s juice boxes. He left the room and made his way downstairs to get it.

           After putting yourself back together you figured you better actually check on your two-year-old munchkin in her bedroom. She was quieter than normal this late in the morning, and you wondered if you should be concerned.

           You walked across the hall and opened the door to find that she wasn’t in her bed.

           You hoped that she hadn’t gotten into a quietly mischievous mood, and had just taken a ride downstairs in daddy’s arms.

           You quickly shuffled down to the kitchen only to find Frankie sitting on the edge of the counter, and Bucky holding the ear thermometer to take her temperature.

           “Mommy,” she whined, weakly, not seconds before vomiting grape juice onto the floor.

           “100.1,” Bucky announced.

            You pouted and made your way to her to comfort her. She was too weak to say anything, or cry. She just laid her head on your chest as you rubbed her back.

           “She really wasn’t looking too hot when I checked on her this morning.”

           “I can imagine, she’s usually bouncing off the walls by now,” You replied, softly rocking her side to side.

           You looked down at her pale face and noticed her eyes were closed, and her breath steady. She was already asleep.

           “Here, let me take her upstairs,” you said.

           “No, let me go,” Bucky protested.

           “You were sick not even ten minutes ago.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t love how much he cared about you. But it was just those times when he treated you like a weak little flower that made you livid every now and again. Especially considering the fact that you trained new agents to go out on assignments the way you did out in the field before you got pregnant.

           “It’s not like she’s a 200lb barbell. I can carry my daughter up the stairs.”

           “Juice box. Now,” Bucky ordered.

           You rolled your eyes and opted to just go get cleaning supplies for the mess that was now on the floor.

            As you walked toward the closet, you had an intrusive thought. A thought that you weren’t exactly proud of having. But considering the fact that you had gotten sick first thing in the morning made you a little bit nervous the moment after it happened.

You weren’t saying you were the worst mother in the world. But…considering the fact that you had to hold back a smile on your way to the supply closet, you figured you were definitely nowhere near even the bottom of the list for the ‘Mother of The Year’ candidacy.

           Of course, there was no way that you liked seeing your baby like this. You hated feeling so helpless knowing that there was nothing to do but give her medicine and wait for her to recover. The first thing you had to do at the moment was to bring the fever down. But you knew now, that you both just had a bug.

…

           Oh, you caught a bug alright. A tiny human bug. One that you had specifically caught from your husband. You were wrong. You and Frankie did not have anywhere near the same kind of sickness at all.

           You stared at the little plus signs on all 4 pregnancy tests that you peed on.

           “Well so much for that fucking IUD,” you sighed.

           When you thought about it, you really had been ignoring some of the obvious signs. Last time, you didn’t realize you were pregnant until you were 12 weeks along. And thanks to that failed IUD, you really hadn’t suspected a thing. You hadn’t gained much if any weight in your belly area, and it even took another 2 months for you to even start showing. To be fair, you had no idea what it was like to be pregnant at the time so it was hard to figure out.

This time, you figured you had just gained a little of weight because you were eating too much pizza. Granted…last time you craved pizza that often, you had a newborn Frankie in your arms not too long later.

The need to buy more Pedialyte, Motrin, and crackers (the crackers mostly for you), made getting out of the house to go the pharmacy so late in the evening so much easier. Now you didn’t have to give a bullshit excuse to Bucky, so he didn’t suspect a thing. Granted, you were going to have to tell him the news very soon.

You walked upstairs towards Frankie’s door which was cracked open. You peered into the bedroom with dimmed lights to find Bucky laying propped up against the headboard on your daughters’ bed, cradling her tiny form, and reading her a Harry Potter book. She comfortably listened while sipping on Pedialyte infused grape juice.

You really did try to get her into little bunny, and teddy bear picture books. But after she turned two, she didn’t care for those kinds of things. So, you had decided to try a chapter book as a joke and found by accident that she responded to that method incredibly well. You were sure that it wasn’t necessarily that she wanted more complex plotlines, or even understood that the storyline was even about. But, she probably just really didn’t care for the visual stimulation and preferred hearing daddy’s voice while her head rested on his chest. A feeling that you could wholeheartedly relate to.

You backed away not wanting to disturb them and crept your way back downstairs.

On your way down, you couldn’t help but feel your heart melt beyond measure at the sight of Bucky taking care of your precious baby so attentively, and so well. And not necessarily just throughout this day when he noticed right away that she was lethargically ill; but how he was with her since the day she was born. Even earlier when he took good care of you during the good, and difficult days of your pregnancy.

Thinking about this made you realize that there was no reason to fear what or who was coming along next. You had no reason to even feel scared to tell him about another incredibly unplanned child coming into the picture.

…

           After about 30 minutes, James came back down into the dimly lit kitchen to find you sitting on the edge of the marble island counter getting to your emails from your students.  

           “Sorry I was up there so long,” he said.

           “She fell asleep and, and I didn’t have the heart to move her for a bit.”

           You smiled. A result of your heart melting furthermore. It was enough to make you want to cry.

           “You need anything, doll?”

           You shook your head and outstretched my arms for him to come closer to you for a big hug.

           “You know I never doubted that you’d be an amazing dad,” you said, softly with the right side of your face resting on his chest.  

           “Even when we found out about Frankie so far into my pregnancy despite swearing we never wanted kids. And yet, the moment I saw the look in your eyes when you saw our little one on that t ultrasound screen before I even had the courage to look, I feared that I couldn’t be nearly as great a parent as you would be.”

           He pulled away and stared lovingly into your eyes.

           “I knew you’d be a good mom when you took care of that three-year-old Russian girl that you saved during that one mission in Ukraine five years ago,” he replied.

           “She wouldn’t talk to anybody but you, and when I saw the bond you two had created within an hour. I knew right then that if you were to become a mother, you’d be the most amazing one. And I was right.”

           He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you on the forehead.

           “So…” You found yourself pausing.  

           You took his hands away from your face and held onto them, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

           “Have you ever thought about what would happen if we had another one?”

           You looked up to see his expression. His left eyebrow was raised.

           “Well I sure thought about it this morning,” he shrugged.

           You narrowed your eyes watching that faint little smirk of his start to creep up.

           “So, you figured out that I was preg-”

           “Of course, I did, (Y/N).” he interrupted.

           “And you’re okay with this?” You asked, nervously.

“Even though it was supposed to be a one in a million chance that it happened again?”

           “(Y/N)…if that’s the ratio is a million to one, then we’ve definitely reached the threshold for that one after the million.”

           You smacked him on the arm and giggled.

                       “Of course, I’m happy, (Y/N),” he whispered against your lips while keeping his flesh hand on your belly before reaching down to kiss it.

           “But watch this one be born within the next two months,” he teased. It was definitely a hyperbolic shade to the fact that you had no idea Franky existed until 12 weeks into your term. You wouldn’t have even known if you hadn’t to gone to the med-bay for a sprained ankle you had acquired during a training session.

           You rolled your eyes and once again collapsed your head onto his chest.

           “You’re lucky I love you, Barnes,” you groaned.

           I love you too, Barnes.”

(Ps. Thank you for reading this fluff piece. It made me smile the whole time I was writing it. I love you guys. Also, I’m about to start writing another fic about Frankie being a newborn. Message me if you want me to tag you in it.)

[ardentaislinn]

Yuletide Letter 2020

Hi! I am also ardentaislinn on AO3. Thank you so much for volunteering to write one of my chosen fandoms! I really can’t wait to see what you come up with. Most importantly, I hope you have fun writing whichever of my fandoms it is. Any suggestions I make here are optional.

Here you’ll find:

My general likes

My DNWs

And prompts for the following fandoms:

Peninsula: Train to Busan 2 (2020) - Jung Seok, Min Jung, Joon Yi, Yoo Jin

Stranger | 비밀의 숲 - Hwang Si Mok, Han Yeo Jin

Kingdom | 킹덤 - Prince Lee Chang, Seo Bi

Illang: The Wolf Brigade | 인랑 (2018) - Im Joong Kyung, Lee Yoon Hee | Kim Seo Hee

A quick note on the Korean names - I’m fine with however you choose to transliterate them. Hyphen/no hyphen, Shi Mok/Si Mok, etc. Just do what you are comfortable with and I’ll adjust no problem. No need to add the honourifics, though

My likes:

I love getting together fics most of all. I love almost every kind of trope (fake dating, slow burn, rivals-to-lovers, “unrequited” pining (that is really requited), found families, etc.) Also, casefic, epistolary fic, consent, forbidden pleasures, beta heroes, bed sharing, masquerades, military kink, physical imperfections, ladies being badass and female relationships (whether romantic or friendship), relationships that build tension before exploding, equal relationships, trapped together, competence, communication, U/RST, positive endings.

You may notice from the below that my ships mostly involve sweet and occasionally broken men being head over heels for awesome ladies, (and usually not feeling worthy). So that dynamic is strongly encouraged.

I also like smut, but it certainly isn’t a necessity. For smut, I’m (sadly) fairly vanilla. But I like light bondage, cunnilingus, shower sex, and accidental/consensual voyeurism, (Particularly guys taking matters into their own hands when they think they can’t be with their lady, and the woman stumbling across him mid-act. Possibly my favourite kink ever? Writer’s choice whether the woman joins in or gets embarrassed)

Happy endings (or at least hopeful endings) are preferred. Like, super, super preferred. I don’t mind angst at all, but it kinda has to be on the way out of the darkness by the end.

Dislikes/DNWs:

Miserable endings. Major character death. Baby/Pregnancy fic. Humiliation. Drug use/drug mentions/addiction. Self harm/abuse. Non-con/rape. Heavy kink. A/B/O. M-Preg. Incest. Bestiality, animal harm etc. Underage sexual content. 1st person POV (unless for epistolary). Not big on high school AUs or Rock band AUs. Unbalanced power dynamics in ships without acknowledging/exploring that. (This effects one particular ship below, which I’ll discuss in more detail in the fandom section).

I think that’s it?

And so, to the fandoms, in no particular order:

Peninsula: Train to Busan 2

Jung Seok, Min Jung, Joon Yi, Yoo Jin

While maybe objectively not as good a film as the first one, I still enjoyed the hell out of it. Given that it was essentially a cross between Escape From New York and Mad Max, what isn’t to love? I loved the expansion of the world and the clever uses of zombies in the chase scenes. And I loved that the message was that being logical and self-sacrificing isn’t always the right choice - sometimes you should be driven by heart and empathy. And I really liked the idea that anything can mean happiness when you love and are loved in return - particularly in regards to Joon Yi, but also Jung Seok (and his found family?).

What would interest me the most in this fandom is post-movie fics. But if you wanna do a canon divergent/au thing, I’d be cool with that, too. Some prompts:

Joon Yi struggles a lot more than her sister to readjust to a “normal” life

In order to stay together after being rescued, Jung Seok and Min Jung have to pretend to be married

After four long years of loneliness, Min Jung just wants to be touched

Jung Seok isn’t surprised to find himself in love with Min Jung - and wanting to be a father to her girls - but is he good enough for them? He’s left them behind once - can he forgive himself? Can Min Jung?

The zombie plague escapes from Korea - and Jung Seok, Min Jung, and her girls are the closest thing to experts on how to fight back and contain it that the authorities have. Will their nightmare never be over? Or is this a chance to end it once and for all?

With Min Jung in hospital while her leg heals, Jung Seok suddenly finds himself a surrogate father to two very unruly girls.

Stranger | 비밀의 숲

Han Yeo Jin, Hwang Si Mok

This show is just so good, and Si Mok and Yeo Jin - and their relationship - is a big part of that. He’s logical and doesn’t feel things the way most other people do, but that doesn’t mean he’s given a free pass to be an asshole. He’s a good man who always does what’s right. And Yeo Jin is just as smart as he is, and equally committed to doing what’s right, but in a different way. They make a perfect team.

I love how much they absolutely, completely, trust and respect each other. Si Mok cares about her as much as he is capable - probably more so than he cares about anyone else. There isn’t any drama or jealousy or anything like that in their relationship. They are both practical adults. But it doesn’t mean they don’t have a deep bond. I do ship these two - and would love getting together fic if you can!

Prompts:

Yeo Jin will probably have a tough time of it from now on. How will Si Mok support her through it?

How will Yeo Jin and Si Mok keep in touch now that he’s moved away again? Late night phone calls that slowly become more intimate? Texts or emails (epistolary style)?

In the last episode, there was a hint that Si Mok had a prophetic dream. What if he really did develop a power? And Yeo Jin was the only one he trusted with the truth?

What if Yeo Jin and Si Mok had to travel somewhere for an investigation - and there’s only one bed…

Si Mok isn’t incapable of noticing when a woman is attracted to him. But what if that woman is Yeo Jin? Do they try to make a friends-with-benefits arrangement work? Or do they like each other two much for that?

Everyone already knows Yeo Jin and Si Mok are close - but why do their friends suddenly think they are dating? What’s changed? And how do they stop the rumours - without disappointing all the friends who were hoping they’d finally become a couple?

Yeo Jin had drunk one too many shots of soju and thought she might never see Si Mok again - so she’d jumped his bones and snuck out before he woke, full of regrets. But what happens now they have to work a case together again?

Feel free to bring in the other characters, too, as long as Yeo Jin and Si Mok remain the focus! I love the various dynamics they have with the people around them.

Kingdom | 킹덤

Prince Lee Chang, Seo Bi

Like with Si Mok and Yeo Jin above, so much of what I like about these two is that they are great characters separately - but work so well together as a team. They trust each other. He has great faith in her abilities and respects her so much. And she is loyal to him and respects him in return because she knows he’s a good man and a good leader.

I also love how the show uses both politics and horror elements, both to best advantage. It’s so well-written and compelling.

Now, I can see how this ship skirts close to my “no unbalanced power differentials in relationships” DNW, since he’s a prince, and she’s very much not royalty, so I thought I would clarify my position on this. I would most like fic set after he gives up his place in the royal family, since I think that mitigates basically all the issues. Even though I don’t think he would have intentionally abused his power over her, and Seo Bi was never particularly deferential to him, it still would have effected the relationship. Now that they are on more equal footing, there may be some lingering, residual issues surrounding this, but I feel like it’s at the level of bringing some interesting angst into the equation without feeling icky, if that makes sense.

Prompts:

Lee Chang and Seo Bi are somehow transported into modern day Korea. How will they adapt?

Both Lee Chang and Seo Bi have seen horrifying things - and they have the nightmares to prove it. How do they help each other through?

I feel like there are a million stories you could tell within the time jump at the end of the second season. Seo Bi and Lee Chang are travelling together, but no doubt keeping their mission to find the resurrection plant a secret. Are they pretending to be married? Is there anything Lee Chang has to adjust to now that he’s no longer, technically, the crown prince? How are they making money? Is Seo Bi hiring out her medicinal knowledge, while Lee Chang sells his sword? How far will they go to find the answers they seek?

The properties of the resurrection plant are still largely unknown. What horrors will they have to face next, now that another outbreak is looming? 

Lee Chang decides that Seo Bi needs formal fight training - and takes it upon himself to teach her.

What moments of levity can they find together amongst the horrors?

Lee Chang knows he shouldn’t think of Seo Bi in that way - they are colleagues, and despite everything he is still from a royal family. He needs her too much to risk everything because of his desire. But oh, how he wants her…

Illang: The Wolf Brigade | 인랑 (2018)

Im Joong Kyung, Lee Yoon Hee | Kim Seo Hee

So much about this movie is absolutely my jam. The action scenes, the exploration of what desperation can drive people to, the unclear loyalties that are slowly revealed. That whole sequence when they first meet and spend time together is like a distillation of so many of my favourite things. He sees her and is just instantly gone on her. And she for him. And from then on it’s just a quiet, intense longing between them. They are so aware of each other, every sense drawn towards the other. But he’s so broken, and he sees himself as more animal than man. And it’s revealed that she has equally deep wounds, too.

An argument can be made that at least some of it was an act, of course. They were both trying to deceive each other after all. But I think it’s pretty obvious that there were real feelings there, particularly because she tries to warn him that he’s walking into a trap, and he comes back to save her. Maybe even they don’t know how deep their feelings go, or the other’s feelings, but the audience knows.

And yet...I’ve seen it twice now, and the ending is still no clearer to me. Like, is he dead? It doesn’t seem like it, since both she and her brother saw him at the train station. But maybe he’s like a guardian angel now? And if he’s not dead, where did the shot come from? A hidden gun? The sniper? And most importantly of all, if he’s not dead...why aren’t they together??? Like, aren’t all the potential impediments to their relationship gone by that point?

So, I guess most of all I would like fic that makes more sense than that ending - preferably by giving them the happy ending they deserve.

Prompts:

Joong Kyung watches over Yoon Hee from the shadows - but she always knows he’s there. How can she convince him to come into the light, and back into her life?

Yoon Hee’s brother gets himself into trouble, and the only person she can turn to for help is a man she hasn’t seen in too long - Joong Kyung.

Joong Kyung now walks the line between the living and the dead, but he can’t stay away from Yoon Hee. (Paranormal/magic AU?)

Has there been too many lies between them to make a relationship work? Neither think they are worthy of the other, but when they are pulled back together (to give evidence for an official inquiry?) they can’t quite keep their distance.

Joong Kyung is on the run, and he doesn’t know who to trust - except the one woman he’s never forgotten.

Misunderstandings and lies abound between them - but what happens when they are trapped together and must wait for rescue?

If you don’t want to do a post-canon fic, how about canon divergence? What would have happened if the phone hadn’t rung in that warehouse at that moment? Might Yoon Hee have told herself that she could use her body to prove her loyalty to him? And might Joong Kyung have told himself that it couldn’t hurt to succumb - that it didn’t mean anything?

I think that’s everything. Thank you so much!

[jungshookz]

falling in crayolove;  (kindergartenteacher!taehyung)

✎ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

✎ genre: kindergartenteacher!au, workingman!au, F L U F F, tiny bit of angst at the start :-( but this is literally 98% fluff; y/n and taehyung are like two little kids with little crushes on each other

✎ trigger warning(s): implications of getting an abortion!!  

✎ wordcount: 10.5k

✎ summary: y/n is a very single mom and taehyung is a very single kindergarten teacher. emma knows exactly what she needs to do.  

✎ note: okay LOOK before you get into reading, this isn’t technically a full fic! this is what happens when you cross a full fic and a baby drabble = this is a BABY FIC which explains why the word count is much smaller compared to the usual! (ps i will probably?? be writing more baby fics for characters such as garbageman!tae or.,,. oTher characters that i can’t think of right now lmao) i was originally going to leave kindergarten!tae as it was and i was just going to continue to write baby drabbles for him but i felt like he deserved a fic?? buT then i was conflicted because his original drabble literally already tells us the full story and i was like ok.,. what else is there to say.,,. sweats,,.. anyways this is what i ended up with! in case you were wondering, yES the original drabble is included in this fic since it’s a crucial part of the story and it would have been a waste to not use it but if you don’t want to read that you’re welcome to just skiP on over to the end lol. also emma is four years old and tae is a pre-kindergarten teacher because i changed my MIND - enjoy!!

pst if u wanna talk to y/n or emma or tae u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

ah, yes.  

to be young and i-

“i’m pregnant?!”

the reason why you came to the doctors today was because you thought you had some sort of stomach flu

at first it wasn’t a big deal

but then it started getting worse and you literally thought you had a parasite from eating at that dingy sushi place and you were mad at jin for like a week because it was hIs idea to go there and it’s not fair that hE didn’t get an upset tummy >:-(

jin reminded you that he warNed you about the sea urchin and you responded by smacking the back of his head

you have to admit

it is relieving to know that there isn’t a dangerous parasite living inside of you and feasting on your organs

it’s a,.,. ???

how would one describe a baby as a parasite

a perfectly natural parasite living inside of you!

well

it certainly explains things

the sudden onslaught of violent puking in the morning

you thought it was because your yogurt was starting to get a little funky but apparently it’s because there’s a baby growing inside of you!!!11!!!!

also you should probably start learning how to be more aware of the things that you’re putting inside of your body

also

this should have been a big hint: your period didn’T come this month and your red rain has never EVER been late

“but… i don’t understand.” you let out a breath and lean back against the reclining chair while staring up at the ceiling fan

the lightbulb flickers

“i- we use condoms and- we practice safe sex!!!” you exasperate and sit back up to look at dr. kim “we’re very vERy safe!!!”

“condoms are only effective 98% of the time.”

“yeAH that’s a preTTY BIG percentage” your knuckles grow white as you clench tightly around the arms of the seat in frustration

98%!!!!!!!

that means there was a 2% chance that the condom didn’t work and obviously you are part of that 2%!!!!!

“do you take birth control pills?”

“um, is the sky blue?? yes!!!!” you reply as if it’s the most obvious answer in the entire world

“the sky’s grey today.” dr. kim raises a brow at you before pointing behind you out the window “do you take them consistently?”

“ye-“ you press your lips together “…s…?”

sometimes you.,.., skip a day or two

you’re busy!!!!! you don’t always have the time to remember to pop a tiny pill into ur mouth

you didn’t think it’d be such a big deal

and you certainly didn’t think it’d result in u.., actually getting pregnant

“how many weeks…?” you trail off uneasily and pick at some lint on your sweater

you don’t feel so good now

it’s honestly probably because this baby is about to make you puke again but

oh god

you’re pregnant

you’re barely legal and you’re pregnant

you still see yourself as a kid!!!

you’re a kid who’s going to be raising a kid!!!!!!

kids should NOT be raising kids!!!!!!

“you are about… six weeks pregnant.” dr. kim flips through a chart before looking up at you with a small smile “currently, your baby is about the size of a sweet pea…”

in case it’s not clear

it takes two to tango

in this case

your tango partner is none other than son hyun-woo

otherwise known as

shownu

you’re going over to his apartment for dinner tonight and as much as you doN’t want to tell him you’re pregnant, he’s probably going to become suspicious when your stomach starts growing bigger and rounder as the months go by

you’ve been with shownu since grade eleven

it’s been a great four years!!!

shownu is very sweet and kind and caring and handsome and every other positive adjective that’s ever been recorded in the dictionary

you even chose to go to the same university as him just so you guys could stay together

he’s the captain of the soccer team which is a fact that you like to share with literally everYone because..,,. why wouLDn’t you brag about your soccer captain boyfriend

he’s… he’s the love of your life and that’s one thing you know for sure

you see yourself getting married to him and having kids with him and growing old with him

,..,you’re just not sure if he’d be down to do all of that stuff starting noW

you wipe your sweaty palms down on your leggings as shownu sets the plate of fried rice in front of you “i know you don’t like spicy things, but i threw in a liTTLE tiny baby bit of kimchi in here” he hums and takes a seat across from you “it should be fine though… if not, i made a backup plate of plain fried rice for you!”

you have half a mind to start off the announcement with ‘ah, yes, speaking of baBiES-‘ but perhaps that’s not the best approach to this delicate situation

frick

maybe you should tell him later

but.,,. it’s better to tell him soOner than later

you just don’t know what’s going to happen and you hate it when you’re unable to predict things  

how is he going to take it??

he’s usually a very supportive boyfriend but this is a completely nEW kind of supportive

“by the way, thanks for helping me out with my sociology presentation. it went pretty well except for when the prof started asking questions related directly to my slides but luckiLy i was able to bullshit and finesse my way out of-“

“i’m pregnant.” you blurt out

shownu immediately chokes and his fork falls onto his plate with a loud clatter

“you’re-“ he pats his chest a couple times and takes a biG swig of water

he clears his throat

“you’re- i’m sorry, you’re what?”

“i… am… preg…nant.” you mutter sheepishly “pregnant.”

shownu stares at you with wide eyes and for a second you think you’ve broken your boyfriend

and then he snaps out of it

“dude, we’re 19 years old, i don’t wanna be a dad-!“

ok first of all did he just call you dude

and second of all

“and you think i wanna be a mom? we’re both part of this and we need to take full responsibility for our actions. w-we should have been more careful but-“

“i was the careful one! you were the one who was supposed to be on top of your stuPId pills and you couldn’t even remember to take them everyday and now look where we are!”  

“look, it’s not the end of the world-“ your fingers tighten around the napkin on your lap

“god, y/n, how dumb are you?! this is going to ruin my life! you knoW how hard i’ve worked to get this soccer scholarship and all of that is about to be completely fucking derailed because of this dumb fucking baBy and- i’m not- no!” shownu snaps and slams a fist against the table

water sloshes out of both your guys’ cups from the vibrations

the dishes rattle slightly and you immediately divert your gaze to your lap

“i don’t want this baby!” he exasperates and throws his head back before placing his hands over his face “god, my parents… what the hell are they going to think??”

he looks over at you and shakes his head “you planned this, didn’t you?”

“wh- what??” your brows knit together and you let out a scoff “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“you planned this so that i’d have no choice but to stay with you because you’re carrying my child”

“shownu- obviously i didn’t fucking plan to get pregnant, it was an acCIdent and-“

“if you keep this baby, i will leave you.” shownu growls “get rid of it.”

at first you were upset

but now you’re just angry

how dare he speak to you like this?

“what did you just say to me?” you scoff and cross your arms

“i don’t want this baby. we cannot keep this baby. we will not be raising this baby. understand?”

jesus

“fine.” you murmur quietly “we won’t keep this baby.”

you swallow the lump in your throat and blink away your tears before letting out a shaky breath

“good.” shownu visibly relaxes and clears his throat before picking up his fork

he shovels a big bite of rice into his mouth “after dinner, we’ll make an appointment to go to the abortion clinic tomorrow afternoon. i think it’ll be fine if i skip the first half of training but hopefully we’ll be back before-“

the chair screeches against the floor as you get up and shownu immediately gets up as well “hey, where are you going?”

“you’re right, shownu. we won’t be keeping this baby - i’ll be keeping this baby. and i will raise my baby on my own.” you snap and reach down to grab your bag before storming to the front door  

shownu doesn’t stop you  

and you don’t look back.

the rest of the night goes by in a blur

it’s pretty fitting that it’s raining like crazy outside

you drop your backpack and keys on the floor once you get back to your apartment

you peel your sopping wet jacket off and toss it on the couch before kicking your shoes off

honestly

it feels like time’s stood still

it’s just white noise in your brain and you can’t seem to focus on anything

you flick the bedside lamp on and a cast of warm yellow washes over your room

you sit cross-legged on the floor at the side of your bed and let out a breath

the atmosphere is completely silent except for the sound of rain gently drumming against the window

a flash of lightning briefly lights up the sky

in the distance, you hear the slight rumble of thunder

you dial your mom’s number with shaky fingers and click the speaker button before setting it down on the mattress

brrrrrinnng

brrrrrinnng

brrrrri-

your mom picks up on the third ring which was wAY sooner than you thought she’d pick up

“hey, look who finally called!”

you open your mouth to speak when suddenly you feel an overwhelming wave of anxiety and fear rush over you  

you should have planned something before calling her

what’s the right way for a teenage daughter to tell her mother that she’s pregnant?

is she going to be disappointed with you?

is she going to be angry with you? tell you that you’re irresponsible and that she saw this coming from miles away?

is she going to tell you that this is something you’ll have to deal with yourself?

your parents worked so hard to get you here and they work hard to this day to continue paying for your tuition fees

and you’re about to tell them that hey, i’m pregnant

you haven’t even said anything and you’re already losing your composure

your nails dig into the flesh of your palm as you ball your hands into fists

“-i was wondering when i’d hear from you. your dad isn’t back from work yet but i’ll make sure to tell him that you called. i’m just making dinner now, i’m trying out this new pasta dish that-“

“mom?” your voice cracks and you clamp your lips together and shake your head

your bottom lip trembles and your vision starts to blur with tears almost instantly

oh god

you can’t do this

you feel your face burning up as you try your hardest to hold it back

a beat of silence goes by and you hear some shuffling on the other end of the phone

the first tear rolls down your cheek

“…honey, what’s wrong?”

and that’s all it takes

the rest of the tears follow in an unbroken stream

you immediately let out a pained sob before leaning forward and pressing your hands against the cold floor beneath you

you begin to cry with such force that your chest starts to hurt and your heart starts to clench and you feel like you could pass out at any moment

your mom can barely make out what you’re saying through your blubbering but she manages to pick out ‘pregnant’ and that’s all she needs to know

she waits for you to sob your heart out before deciding to speak up

she asks if you have the resources to raise a child

no, you don’t

she asks if you even want to have this child

yes, you do

she asks you if shownu wants to have this child

no, he doesn’t, but that doesn’t matter to you

she tells you how much she loves you and absolutely nothing is going to change that fact

after all, you’re her baby no matter what

you find comfort in knowing that you have some form of a support system and you’re not completely on your own

you turn and twist in the mirror as you keep your eyes glued on your bare stomach

you were about to take a quick shower but once you stripped off all your clothes you were suddenly moRe aware of your tummy

you don’t look pregnant

you don’t even feel pregnant

it’s just,.,. odd

knowing that there’s a living human growing inside of you

“it’s just you and me against the world, sweet pea.” you smooth a hand over your bare stomach and give it a gentle pat

just you and sweet pea

nine months seem to go by in a blur

shownu never reaches out to you and you never reach out to him

as far as you’re concerned you don’t want anything to do with him

as far as you’re concerned this is your baby and your baby alone

your ankles become swollen and your breasts become sore and weighty

your skin gets blotchy at some point and there’s not enough concealer in the world to hide the angry pimples dotted all over your face

ur mom says u were supposed to be glowing during pregnancy..,,. the only kind of glowing ur doing is from the gREASE  

you find yourself casually throwing anchovies into your vanilla ice cream and topping it off with balsamic vinegar  

you had to start taking online classes because it was becoming too hard having to transport to campus every day

every time you see a dog on the street you burst into tears because hOUHG my GOD it’S so cuTE *snorts*

you’re in the middle of a midterm when you feel sweet pea kick for the first time and it takes everything within you to not start crying in the middle of the examination hall

jin comes over to your apartment for study sessions but most of the time it ends up with him taping his earbuds to the swell of your tummy and letting sweet pea listen to some classical music

he goes through this phase where he’s obsessed with healing crystals and your apartment becomes scattered with rose quartzes and jaspers because he’s doing it for the baby 

occasionally he makes you lie down so he can place small crystals in a circle around your belly button so that the healing energy will be absorbed into your body and into the baby 

 you’re thankful that you have a friend like him even though he’s literally a lunatic 

your mom comes into town once a month and stays for about a week just to take care of you and make sure that both you and the baby are happy and healthy

as time goes on, your little sweet pea grows into a fuLL on watermelon

and eventually-

“jesus chRIST-“ your chest heaves with exhaustion as you lie back against the hospital bed

oh my god

that was the woRST eight hours of your life

your lower body is completely numb and you don’t even want to think about how buSted your vagina looks right now

you put her through a loT today!!!!

“here she is, mama!” the nurse gently places your screAMing bundle of joy in your arms and suddenly all the blood sweat and tears is completely worth it

oh

oh

“hi, sweet pea…” you laugh lightly as her tiny, mucousy hand wraps around your finger

she’s so beautiful

“i’m your mommy…” your eyes are glistening with tears of joy (aND pain) and you lean in to press a tiny kiss to the top of her head “just u nd me against the world”    

well

that was four years ago

it’s pretty strange how quickly time can go by

four years ago you were nineteen years old

four years ago you were in a committed, loving relationship with someone you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with

four years ago you were in your second year of university; first year was a hellish nightmare and you were just starting to figure things out

four years ago you found out you were pregnant and your world was turned upside down

and now you’re twenty-three years old

a lot has changed in the past four years

you are no longer in a committed, loving relationship with someone you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with; in fact, you haven’t been in another relationship since shownu,., you haven’t even been on any dates

you are in your fifth year of university because you couldn’t graduate last year due to the fact that you were missing some credits; luckily you have moSt of university life figured out at this point even though you occasionally stiLL get lost on campus sometimes

you found a pretty stable job at a drug store a couple blocks away from the apartment

it’s not much but it pays the bills (your parents will occasionally chip in and help out if u need it) ((you’re very grateful to have the parents that you have))

jin is still a big fat doofus (he’s not aS obsessed with crystals but u keep them in the apartment because they’re pretty)

emma’s in pre-k now!!!! it seems like it was only yesterday that she started walking and talking

and now she won’t stop walking,.,. or talking

no tea no shade

emma is the absolute light of your life!!

and you would straight up SLAUGHTER anyone who would try to hurt her

:~)  

she’s your little ball of sunshine who smothers you with kisses every morning to wake you up and writes ‘i lov3 mommy’ on literally any surface she can find (you’re flattered but u need to have a word with her about using lipstick to write on the walls) and always wants to help you make breakfast and dinner or fold the laundry or sweep the floors

emma is a peculiar little girl and you are so, so proud to be able to call yourself her mother

she’s compassionate and kindhearted and thoughtful and polite

she never forgets to say please and thank you

she likes to wait for you to get to the dinner table as well before digging into her spaghetti (she can’t pronounce spaghetti yet so she jumbles it together and it becomes spapeggi)

she likes watching nature documentaries (docummeneries) with you and would genuinely choose to watch that over the powerpuff girls or even spongebob and you were like ???? because yOU low-key want to watch spongebob and u don’t want to have to confess to your four year old daughter that you want to watch cartoons instead of a documentary

on mother’s day she woke you up with kisses and breakfast in bed!! she made you a peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich and you have to admit that it was *mwah* very scrumptious

emma is very curious as to who her dad is or if she even hAs a dad 

she thought jin was her dad and jin was only slightly offended at how hard you laughed at that when she brought it up

because all the kids at school seem to have dads and she only has a mom

which isn’t a problem at all it’s just,.,. she wants to know

like her friend hwayoung has a dad!!!

and his name is hwayoung’s dad

that’s all she knows about him

one time all the kids in class were talking about their dads and emma didn’t have anything to say but lucKily she was able to steer the attention away from herself

(“my dad’s a dentist” “mine is a doctor!” “mine is a cee-hee-ho! emma, what does your dad-“ “cee-hee-ho of what?” “…i dunno” “yeah, cee-hee-ho of what?!”)

talking to emma about shownu is a tricky situation

“your dad is a very, very busy... soccer player...?”

you don’t actually know what shownu’s been up to besides the fact that he’s on the national soccer team which is gReat for him but every time you think about that stupid boy you can’t help but revisit the night when he basically told you that you would ruin his entire life if you kept the child-

“how come he never visits?” emma furrows her brows as she tries to twirl spaghetti around her fork

the noodles are too slippery and emma yelps in surprise when some sauce splatters onto her face

“he… the important thing here is that you have mommy, okay?” you smile and reach over to wipe the tomato chunk off her chubby cheek “don’t worry about your dad.”

emma doesn’t know a lot

but she knows enough to not bring it up again

anyways

even though you’re a mother now

that doesn’t necessarily mean that you automatically have your shit together becAUSe-

“shit shit shit shIt shit” you curse to yourself as you vEEr right into the first parking spot you see

you immediately crank the brake and unbuckle your seatbelt

“i was going to park there, asshole!” you hop out of the car to see an angry looking mother glaring at you from her minivan and you give her a sheepish smile

“i’m sorry!!!! my kid just got off from class and i can’t be late because i need to drive her to ballet and-“ you’re definitely oversharing with this stranger and she obviously doesn’t care because she rolls her eyes and flips you off before zoOming off to find another parking spot

soccer moms are so aggressive

you double check that you have everything with you and you fish your parent lanyard out of your backpack and sling it around your neck quickly as you approach the front doors

you thought that once you became a mother you would instantly become more responsible more organised more matuRe

obviously you were mistAken because you’re still late to almost everything you go to

some things never change!!!!

you hurry your way down the hallway and pick up the pace when you see the swarm of parents standing outside the classroom

as you approach the crowd you get up on your tip-toes to see if emma’s been excused yet

you accidentally bump into a couple and a bit of your coffee splashes onto their shoulders and they turn around and give you a dirty look

“oh, sorry!!!! ….fridays, am i right?” you joke and they both scowl before shuffling to stand somewhere else

oof

tough crowd

none of the parents here like u that much

which is a real shame because you think you make greAt company

you’re just,.,, there’s a big age gap between u and most of the parents here

you’re one of the younger parents in the class

actually you might be the youngest

min yoongi and his wife (you forgot her name whoOps) are pretty young but they’re still a couple years older than you

and side note their daughter is adoraBle

emma is actually friends with hwayoung so you talk to yoongi sometimes

it’s nice to talk to someone who’s around your age

he’s just veRy businessman-y so it’s difficult to joke around with him

but he’s still a nice guy!!

speaking of yoongi and hwayoung

a bright smile makes its way onto your face when you see yoongi nudging hwayoung through the crowd of people before grabbing onto her small hand

“yoongi!” yoongi looks up and he smiles politely

he’s still dressed all spic and span in his suit from work

“ah! good afternoon, y/n. hwayoung, say good afternoon to emma’s mom.” he hums before bending down to zip up her backpack that’s just wiDe open

relatable

“good afternoon, emma’s mom!!” she looks up at you with bright eyes

she’s sO CuTE

“hi, hwayoung-ie!” you bend down and pinch her cheek before reaching into the pocket of your coat and fishing out a little caramel “don’t tell your dad,” you joke and yoongi snorts in response

“thank u!!!!!” she snaTches it immediately and you coo before pinching her cheek again

you get back up onto your feet “you guys on your way home now?”

“mhm. is emma still available for a playdate this sunday?” yoongi swoops hwayoung off her feet and props her up onto his hip and she immediately rests her head against his shoulder

“affirmative, sir.” you salute and yoongi rolls his eyes playfully “i-“

“emma y/l/n?” you perk up when you hear emma’s name being called

“yeah, we’ll see you sunday! have a nice night!” you turn to squeeze your way into the crowd and once you make your way to the front your heart immediately starts going boom-boom because

it’s taehyung

emma’s teacher

kim taehyung is uh

whOo

putting it simply he is a very attractive man and he’s only a couple months older than you so like you’re preTTY sure this is god’s way of telling you it’s meant to be

the only time you’ve really talk to him is during the parent-teacher conference and even theN you can barely get a word in because emma’s a little chatterbox (one time she almost let it slip that ‘mommy dressed extra pretty for you!’ and you were literally about to pounce on your child in the middle of a classroom)

he’s really sweet n nice and when he smiles that boxY grin you can’t help but smile aNd he’s endearingly dorky and super charming aND funny and he’s so good with the kids and OH my god his voice is like..,., silky smooth dark chocolate.,,.,. rich caramel.,, that u want to driZZLE all over your BODY

okay no R-rated thoughts when there are children present

don’t be weird

since he’s your kid’s teacher you’re not sure if that’s even allowed

the whole parents dating teachers thing

anyways

he looks so soft today

he’s wearing a crisp button up with a pair of jeans

he obviously let the kids mess with his hair because he has a little sproUT in his hair

and you’re pretty sure you have a glasses kink because you’ve never felt this way when seeing someone with their glasses sitting on the top of their head

“hi, yeah, that’s me- i mean, that’s not me, but that’s my child- you know what i mean” you blow a strand of hair away from your face before adjusting your backpack with a sheepish grin

woW what the hell was that lol  

taehyung presses his lips together to keep himself from bursting into chuckles

you’re so awkward sometimes but he supposes that’s just part of your charm

he wants to tell you you look real cute in your periwinkle sweater

and it’s endearing how the laces on your converse shoes are undone

no doubt from your frantic running down the hallway (he notices everything)

but of course he has to keep it professional because you are the parent of one of his students it doesn’t matTer that you’re the same age as him and that he’s very very very veRY attracted to you

“hi miss y/l/n.” taehyung smiles kindly before ticking next to your name on the clipboard “emma’ll be ready in a minute! we did finger-painting today so the kids are taking a little longer to wash up. how was your day?” he suddenly remembers the little ponYTAIL in his hair and he yanks the hair tie off quickly

“oh, y’know, the usual. it’s not super exciting having to keep studying after four whole years of studying.” you snort before pulling your own hair tie from your ponytail and letting your hair down

“i admire that! education is important.” taehyung hums

your hair looks so soft

it probably smells good too

o god he’s being creepy stop being creepy

“i suppose you’re right. what else happened…uh… had a really good caramel macchiato and a mediocre turkey sandwich for lunch-“  

“mommy!” you snap out of your little trance when emma suddenly ziPs out of the classroom

her little backpack bounces against her back

“hi baby!” you grin and swoOp down to scoop her up into your arms

you smoosh kisses against her chubby cheek while she giggles away before you plop her back down onto the ground

it takes everything within taehyung not to mELT into the ground because even tho he sees you do that basically every day it never fails to turn him into a pile of mush IT’S SO CUTE

“we finger-painted today!” she cheers and holds her paper up for you to look at

“yeah, mr kim was just telling me-“

“that’s me, n that’s you, n that’s mr. kim!” she grins and points to the third figure in the painting and almost immediately bOTH yours and tae’s faces go bright red

you think you might actually be on fire right now (even tho this isn’t the first time this has hAPPENeD) ((ur referring to the time the class made play-doh people and emma made one of you and one of tae and the play-doh versions of you two are holding hands))

“oh! that’s, heh, uh, that’s nice! that’s so good, you did a good job, baby” you clear your throat and your eyes flicker over to taehyung

he tilts his head and offers you a meek smile

“will you put it up on the fridge when we go home?” she asks as you tuck it into her backpack for her before ziPping her bag up

“mhm…” you get back up onto your feet and dust your knees off “say g’bye to mr. kim”

“bye mr. kim!” emma turns around and hugs his legs

her face is like on the same level as his knees so he’s basically kneeing her and are u an awful mother if you kinda laughed at that

“goodbye, sweetheart!” he replies with the same level of enthusiasm as he gets down onto his knees so that he can give her a proper hug and she gives him a sweet lil kiss on the cheek “have a nice weekend, hm?” his eyes flicker up to you and you feel your heart skip a beat

emma pulls away from him and skips over to you “oh, and don’t forget to tie your laces, emma.” taehyung hums as he gets back up onto his feet

you look down because you remember putting emma in slip-on converse this morning not-

“he means you, mama.” emma not-so-subtly whispers and you look down at your undone laces before looking back up at taehyung who’s looking very amused at the moment

there it is again

that fuzzy feeling in your stuPid heart

u know what

you have to get over it because it’s never going to happen

you’re an adult

you can get over it fine you’ll be finE

this is just a silly little crush

“how do you feel about spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner?” you clutch emma’s little hand in yours as you guys make your way down the empty hallway

look

spaghetti is the only thing you’re actually reaLLy good at making okAY

obviously you feed your child other things,,,.., she likes kimchi fried rice with chunks of spam,,.,. a refreshing greek salad,,.. peanut butter (beanut putter) and jelly sandwiches,.,., sometimes a little fruit salad,,.,.

“yummy! with extra cheese?”

“it wouldn’t be as yummy without the extra cheese… but we obviously have to go to our usual place to get a hot chocolate first…” you’re rambling on and on about hot chocolate but emma isn’t really paying attention

because she has concocted a sneaky plan in that tiny brain of hers

she knows you like mr. kim

and she’s positive mr. kim likes you back

you always get so red around him

and he always gets so red around you

and red is the colour of love

which means that you must love mr. kim and mr. kim must love you

and she’s been trying her hardest to try and get you guys to hold hands or touch butts or whatever it is grown-ups do to prove they love each other

but each time she does something she’s never successful!!!

she tried to tell mr. kim about you dressing extra pretty for him but you smacked a hand over her mouth before she could get it out

she made a play-doh mommy and a play-doh mr. kim and presented them proudly to you and mr. kim and the both of you just laUGHED in hER FACE

do you people think she’s just a SIMPLE F O O L

and she has to admit the painting of you and her and mr. kim is probably one of her weaker moves but it’s better than nothing

and u know what

she just wants you to be happy

because she loves you a lot

and you’re a good mommy

and good mommies deserve to be happy

and from what she knows

mommies need daddies (sometimes mommies can be with other mommies!!!)

but yOU, specifically

you need a daddy

and mr. kim is the perfect fit!!! she likes mr. kim a lot

he’s always really nice to her and he lets her braid his hair and he gives her candies and kisses her cheeks

SO

this next part is all part of her evil plan and she’s positive that this time something will happen

all of her peers (including herself) have their own cubbies in the classroom

emma purposely left her snack box in there so that you’d have a reason to go back

AND she left a little note in there for you and (hopefully) mr. kim to read

emma is your child after all

meaning she’s a very verY clever girl

she just has to wait for the right time.,.,.

and the right time is noW

“mommy, my snack box is still in the classroom!!” emma stops in her tracks and you nod before pointing to the direction of the classroom

“go ahead, go get it”

“but i need to pee.” she squeezes her legs together and makes a face of discomfort “you need to get the snack box, mommy”

“i-“ you look back at the closed door of the classroom “mommy can wait for you to finish peeing and then you can go-“

“no, no, you need to go get it i need to pEE” the next thing you know she’s spRInting towards the washroom and you’re left standing in the middle of the hallway with question marks floating around your head

what in the hickory ham is going on

“gO GET MY SNACK BOX MOMMY” you hear her voice echo from the washroom

“alRIght alright” you snort before turning and heading back to the classroom

you don’t know why you’re suddenly so nervous

you’re retrieving your daughter’s snack box from her super attractive teacher that you definitely have a crush on there’s nothing to be nervous about

hi tae! emma left the ol’ snack box up in here!

whaddup mr. kim! mind if i just pOP right in??

yo Yo yOOoo have u seen a purple box anywhere?? because it belongs to emma and i need it

o god

all of these options are terrible

you need more time to rehearse your lines-

you’re about to reach up to knock on the door when suddenly it swiNgs right open and you stumble back in surprise

“oh shit!” taehyung reaches out and grabs onto your waist before you can fall flat on your aSS and you let out a squeak

in the midst of your almost-fall you’d grabbed onto his bicep and now.,.., he has an arm…, wrapped around your waist.,., while you have one hand on his bicep and one hand curled around the nape of his neck.,,,..,.,

the two of you snap out of your respective trances when you hear a door open down the hallway and you immediately leT GO of each other

also tae was right ur hair does smell really nice

“hi. sorry about that! i was on my way to the washroom and i didn’t know you were outside…” he clears his throat and prays to god he’s not as red as a tomato right now

“no, no! it was my bad, i’m sorry.” you reach up and scratch the back of your neck “i, uh, emma said she left her snack box in here.” you breathe out

“oh, uh, come in! i’ll help you search for it. it’s probably in her cubby. she’s always leaving things in there.” taehyung falls back into his ‘mr. kim’ persona as he leads you towards the cubbies in the back “let’s see… emma… here~” he bends down and you follow suit

oh my go d he even smells good is this aLLOWed

you perk up when you spot emma’s box

“hey, you’re right! here it is-“ you reach in and grab the box but you’re surprise when you notice the piece of paper stuck to the back of it

it’s an A4 piece of paper with a little card stuck to it and a note written in crayon on it

you recognise the card

it’s the business card of that little cafe you take emma to every friday after school

the one that you’re supposed to take her to right noW

‘mommy’s faveriate drink is karomal makkiatoe and mr. kim’s faverieote drink is hot chalklate’

“huh.” both you and tae are kinda just staring at the note

the gears are click-click-clicking away in both your guys’ heads

and then it hits the both of you at the same time

oh.

oh.

taehyung isn’t typically a ballsy guy but like

he’s feeling vEry brave all of a sudden

“can i take you out sometime?” he blurts out and your eyes widen in surprise

oh

well

you certainly weren’t expecting that

the both of you get back up onto your feet and you tuck emma’s box into your backpack

your cheeks flare up and you let out a little chuckle before scratching the back of your neck “i… uh…”

“i mean, don’t feel pressured to say yes just because i’m emma’s teacher!” taehyung stammers “i just, y’know, i don’t want to overstep here but i think you’re a very beautiful woman and-“

“i would love to.” you clear your throat and take your bottom lip in between your teeth “yeah, i would love to. actually, uh- emma and i, we usually go to this cafe every friday - if you’re free right now, maybe you can come and join us?” you rub your slighTLy damp hands on the back of your jeans and taehyung immediately lightS up and nods quickly

“i would love that. yeah, just… just gimme a second to clean up real quick! i’ll meet you and emma outside?”

“great! yeah, totally. she’s just.. she’s peeing right now so i should probably go check and see that she hasn’t flushed herself down the toilet or anything” you joke as you make your way towards the door and tae splits off to head to his desk “i’ll see you outside!”

you shut the door behind you and you have to quickly press yourself against the wall and you nearly bite your bottom lip off to keep yourself from screaming

your heart is going a million miles an hour and there are butterflies just having a raVE in your stomach

as soon as you leave the room taehyung pumps a fiST into the air in victory because Y E S  HE DID IT

“did you find my box?” emma’s sitting outside the washroom as you approach her and you raise a brow before nodding

“mhm.” she gets up and grabs onto your hand before looking back at the classroom door

huh

did her plan not work

she knows she’s not supposed to say bad words but what the h*ck

she really thought her plan would work!!!!

“mr. kim’s joining us for hot chocolate today, by the way. hope you don’t mind.”  you add casually and a cheshire-cat grin takes over emma’s face

the whole time you and emma and tae are at the cafe emma can’t help but feel proud of herself

you and mr. kim are sitting very vEry close to each other in your booth chatting away while she sits opposite of you two quietly nibbling at a scone and taking small sips of her hot chocolate

S U C C E S S has never tasted so good

luckily enough emma’s ballet class was cancelled today and you secretly thank the gods above because you’re having a really nice time with taehyung and it would have been a big ol bummer to have to leave early

he’s so sweet and considerate and he’s a really good listener

and he’s sO funny and super dorky in the best way possible

“oh my gosh, don’t even get me started on nap time. i love watching the kids sleep!” he pauses and his eyes widen “i promise i wasn’t trying to make that as creepy as it came out… they’re just so cute when they sleep!!! …okay, yeah, that still sounded creepy.”

you’re having so much fun with tae you’ve barely paid any attention to emma which is totally fine to her because she wanTs you and mr. kim to talk more

it’s just

emma gets pretty sleepy after a good snack or meal

sometimes she falls asleep halfway through eating (she used to do that a lot when she was a baby) ((one time she fell face flat into a bowl of mushy peas))

and the blueberry scone paired with the hot chocolate.,., that was a good snack,,..,

“oh my gosh, look at the time-“ your eyes widen when you realise it’s literally almost seven o’clock

you turn to look at emma and immediately stifle a laugh when you realize what’s happened

she fell asleep

her mouth is agape and there are a couple crumbs dusting her bottom lip

she only finished half her scone and she’s griPPing the other half in her tiny hand

you scrunch your nose and turn back to face tae “em and i should probably head home…”

it sucks because it’s still pretty early and u really really wanna keep hanging out with tae but,,.,.

“yeah, don’t worry about it!” tae nods understandingly and dusts his hands off before sliding out of the booth “i’ll help carry her to the car.”

“thank you for treating us to the hot chocolates and scones, by the way.” you hold the door open for tae as he steps outside with emma in his arms

she has her arms wrapped around his neck and her chin propped up on his shoulder

she still has a death grip on that scone

“of course! don’t worry about it.” taehyung hums and follows you to your car parked all the way at the end of the parking lot “by the way - did emma get you to sign the parental form for the trip to the aquarium?”

“she woke me up this morning by shaking it in my face.” you laugh lightly and open the door for tae “i’ll sign it tonight so she can hand it in tomorrow. oh, the car seat’s a little tricky so you can just plop emma in it and i’ll take care of the-“

click

clack

zip

snap

taehyung buckles emma in eaSILy and you’re genuinely taken aback by how quickly he did that

usually it takes you like five minutes to attach the one on her chest

and uh,,.., you’re pretty sure watching him being able to smoothly operate a child’s car seat isn’t supposed to be hot,.,. but dat shit was kinda hot

“sorry about that. what were you saying?” taehyung pulls away and closes the car door shut gently

“uh,.., i was just talking about that aquarium field trip form.” you clear your throat and resist the urge to fan your face

“ah, right! i’ve been meaning to ask - would you maybe be interested in being a chaperone for that field trip? we already have a couple parents who have signed up, but,.., i don’t know, i thought maybe it’d be fun to,.,”

okay taehyung has no idea how to word this

he just wants u to be a chaperone as a sneaky excuse to spend more time with you lol

“emma actually tricked me into signing up to become a chaperone, so unfortunately, you will be stuck with me for like six hours straight.” you smile and punch tae’s arm lightly

“sounds like a rough time but i’m sure i’ll be able to soldier through it.” he teases and raises a perfectly arched brow

a moment of silence goes by and all that can be heard is the slight buzzing from the cafe’s neon OPEN sign along with the faint chirping of crickets

“so, miss y/l/n.” tae clears his throat “can i put you down in charge of sandwiches and juice boxes?”

“sounds good, mr. kim.” you playfully resort back to your proFesSional names and you both stand up a little straighter before bursting into giggles

you don’t know what it is

maybe it’s because tae’s the first guy in a while you actually genuinely romantically like

maybe it’s because it makes you happy knowing that emma adores him and he adores emma

maybe it’s because within a couple of hours he’s successfully wormed his way into your heart because he’s so warm and kind and caring

but you have an overwhelming urge to just-

ᵖᵉᵏ

you surprise yourself when you lean in to plant a tiny kiss on taehyung’s cheek

his eyes widen and his cheeks flush in surprise

he reaches up to adjust his square-framed glasses before letting out a small chuckle “i look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning, miss y/l/n.”

taehyung drives home that night with a megawatt smile on his face

anyone who passed by probably thought he was a maniac but he doesn’t care!!!!!!!

you kissed him on the cheek!!!!!!

he’s a maniac in love!!!!!!!!

you’re not any better

once you park the car in the driveway you let out a breath and then a little squeal and punch the horn compLetely forgetting that emma was still snoozing away in the back

emma peels one eye open to look at you and you lock gazes in the mirror

she immediately squeezes her eyes shut

you turn around and gawk at her “how long have you been awake for?”

“long enough 2 know dat u kissed mr kim on the cheek” she replies with her eyes still shut

goD

she really is a sneaky little bugger

“come on, mama - let’s go see your boyfriend!!!!” emma drags you down the hallway and you nearly stumble over your feet

“he’s not- mr kim is noT mommy’s boyfriend-“

“okay.,,.” emma pauses for a split second before her face lights up again “let’s go see your daddy!!!”

you choke

“that’s nOT ANY BETTER-“

surprisingly enough you made it a liTTle bit before eight o’clock when usually you always buSt in through the doors at like 8:05

the other parents are dropping their kids off for the day and it’s safe to say that this is the first time you’ve seen yoongi in the morning

he has a little bit of bedhead but

his tie is nice and neat as per usual

“good morning, yoongi! morning, hwayoung!!” you chirp and offer him a smile before reaching down to pat hwayoung’s head

“morning, y/n. morning, emma.” he smiles back at you before turning his head and letting out a small yawn

“good morning, hwayoung n hwayoung’s dad!!!” emma grins and bounces up and down on her feet

“morning, emma n emma’s mama.” hwayoung hums sleepily and reaches up to rub at her eyes whilst leaning against yoongi

huh

like father like daughter

“min hwayoung?”

you turn your head when you hear tae’s rich baritone voice

somehow it’s even 𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 in the morning

“alright, in you go. i’ll see you after school, chunky monkey.” yoongi bends down and gives hwayoung a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before she’s scurrying off to the classroom. “goodbye, y/n. i’ll see you after school as well.” he pats your arm and you laugh lightly before saying goodbye and moving aside to let him through

“emma y/l/n?”

you’re about to sWEep emma up and smoosh kisses all over her face then say goodbye but she grabs your hand and vEry aggressively drags you through the crowd of parents and her peers “emma, what are you-“

“good morning, mr. kim!” emma greets brightly and taehyung looks surprised to see you here because usually he just sees the kid in the morning and not the kid’s parent

“ah, good morning, emma! morning, miss y/l/n.” he smiles shyly before ticking next to emma’s name

“good morning, mr. kim…” you trail off and reach up to scratch the back of your neck

it’s probably because u don’t have any coffee in your system yet but you can’t think of anything else to say

and for a second taehyung forgets that he’s literally in the middle of his job and he has like ten other kids to take care of

“mama, don’t you have something for mr. kim?” emma tugs on your hand and you look down at her before furrowing your brows and shaking your head

“no, i do-“

“yes, you do!” she moves behind you and unZips the front pocket of your backpack and you let out a sQuawk when she yanks you down slightly “here!” emma pulls a shiny red apple out of your bag and hands it to you

you take it from her and raise a brow “i didn’t-“

“you packed this this morning, remember? to give to mr. kim?” she blinks and squeezes her eyes shut before opening them as wide as possible

.,,.is she trying to wink at you?

you’re going to have to teach her how to wink proper- oHHHHHh

“right! i… did! i did pack- here you go, tae- mr. kim.” you smile sheepishly and hand him the red apple

goD

now you feel like a tiny little teacher’s pet because none of the other parents ever bring tae apples and apparently you bring him apples now!!!

“thank you!” taehyung laughs lightly “that’s very sweet of you, miss y/l/n.”

you feel like your entire face is redder than the damn apple “uh, anyWays! em, i will see you later.” you pat the top of her head before nudging her into the room

“bye, mama!”

you glance back at tae “and i will also.,., see u later.,.”

woWie

what an interesting start to the day

“i don’t know how she managed to sneak an apple into my backpack without me noticing.” you slam the car door shut and jin laughs a little and shuts his door

you fling your backpack over your shoulder and jin hands you the takeaway cup of hot chocolate

sometimes you pick jin up from his place after you drop emma off at school just because it’s on the way and jin says he would rather dunk himself in boiling water than go on public transport at 8:30 in the morning

he makes it up to you by paying for the starbucks drivethru drinks

“she’s probably picking it up from me. i am super smooth, after all”

you snort immediately “oh, right, like that one time you- shit!”

“okay firSt of all i would NEVER defecate in public-“

“no, i’m not talking about you, you weirdo!” you scowl before unlocking your car and opening up the passenger seat door “emma left her lunch bag in here…”

jin checks the time on his watch “if you go back and drop it off you’ll only be… twenty-ish minutes late to class? don’t worry, i’ll catch you up on anything that’s important.”

“thAnk you so much you beautiful man-“

seokin gasps and purses his lips “so you ADMIT it you think i’m-“

“oh my god not noW-“ you hop into the driver’s seat and fling your backpack to the front seat before shoving the key into the ignition

you bought one of those fancy sandwich cutters and emma’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich is shaped like a butterfly today and you’ll be daMNed if she doesn’t get a chance to show it off to her classmates

you parked the car hastily so it’s kind of crooked but it’s fiNE

your sneakers squeak against the linoleum as you make your way down the familiar hallway

and you heaR the chorus of kids singing coming from tae’s classroom

you even hear tae singing along

“five little ducks went out one day, over the hill and far away, mother duck said quack quack quack quack, but only four little ducks came back-“

you peek into the room a little and giggle lightly when you see tae wiggling his arms and shaking his butt like a little duckling

how precious!!!!!!!

:’-)

u hate to interrupt the fun morning song but you really gotta get the heCk out of here and go back to class

you already hate that you might be missing 20 minutes of class so you’re trying to minimiZe those minutes as much as possible  

you give the bright red door a couple knocks and shoot everyone a sheepish smile when the entire class and tae turn to look at who’s at the door

taehyung tells the kids to busy themselves with the duck song before he excuses himself

“hey!” he steps out of the room and shuts the door behind him “what’s up?”

“hey… emma left her lunch bag in the car so i figured i’d drive back and drop it off so it doesn’t look like i’m a negligent mother.” you joke before holding it out for him to take

“the girl loves her beanut putter sandwiches, doesn’t she?” taehyung takes the bag from you and shakes it gently

he only knows that because she has it for lunch like every day and she’s always showing it off to her friends because ‘my mommy cuts mY sandwiches into hearts because she loves me!!!!!!!!!’

“i keep telling her it’s peanut butter and not beanut putter… i think she knows the difference but she’s just doing it because she’s a little joker.” you snort and look down at the takeaway cup in your hand

you feel bad for interrupting the class so- “oh, before i forget! i brought a hot chocolate for you. it’s from starbucks so you know it haS to be good-“

“first an apple, then a starbucks hot chocolate?” taehyung beams and takes it from you “if i didn’t know any better, it’d seem like you were buttering me up or something…”

“ah, was it really that obvious?” you tease back

a beat of silence goes by

the both of you are now fully aware that there is a mutual attraction here

the unfortunate thing is that you’re both still big ol wuSSIes

taehyung wants to ask you out on a proper date.,.,. which he did yesterday!! but then you kinD of asked him if he wanted to join you and em for hot cocoa and scones??

and he kinda wants to take you out on a date that perhaps doEsn’t include emma.,,. no offence to her, of course!

he just wants some alone time with u

“so… yesterday was nice!”

almost instantly your cheeks flush and you let out a light laugh “yeah, it really was…”

well

he has you alone

so he might as well go for it agaIN

taehyung clears his throat “hey, so… i don’t know if it wasn’t clear yesterday, but i… would you want to go out on a date with me? like, a proper one?”

“you mean yesterday wasn’t a proper date?” your brows knit together and taehyung automatically enters pANIC mode

“n-no, not at all! i kinda meant l-like, ah, i don’t know, maybe this isn’t a good-“

“tae-“ you reach over and pinch his arm gently “i’m kidding. i would… love to go out on a proper date with you.”

taehyung lights up immediately and nods quickly “how does tonight sound? i overheard emma and hwayoung talking about their sleepover tonight, but if you’re busy we can totally find another time to-“

“tonight’s fine! tonight’s good.” you nod and smile at him

taehyung’s heart skips a beat

he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous and stuttery around you  

“i can come pick you up at your place since i know where you live-“ oH gOd okay reel it back “-bECAUSE it’s on the registry-“

“sounds good! you can text me what the plans are after class today so that i’ll know what to wear-“  

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your lashes flutter when taehyung leans forward and kisses your cheek just like you did to him last night

you unintentionally let out a little gasp and reach up to brush your fingers over your reddening cheek “mr. kim! keep it professional…” there’s a playful glint behind your eyes and taehyung can’t help but snort and roll his eyes playfully “besides - it looks like we have an audience.”

he glances over his shoulder and sure enough all the kids are squiShed up against the window in the door to sneak a peek at mr. kim and emma’s mom

“…scATTER-!“ you hear emma and you can’t help but laugh at the sight of the kids panicking and heading back to their spots

you open your mouth to speak

and then it happens

“mr. kim and emma’s mom, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-s,,,,..,,e?,,.i…a!!! i..?” the song trails off into unsure mumbles because none of the kids know how to spell kissing yet and you let out a groan and reach up to cover your face

taehyung stifles a laugh and shakes his head

“i think that’s my cue to leave” you kiss your teeth and point towards the hallway

“you’re going to leave me here to face the merciless teasing of all those kids by myself?!” taehyung gawks at you before turning to look into the classroom where all the kids are huddled by the whiteboard trying to figure out how to spell kissing as if it was some biG ol conspiracy theory

so far they have ‘khisign’ and ‘keccing’ and.,., one kid wrote down ‘kitten’

??

huh

maybe he should replace morning singing with morning spelling from now on  

“i’ll make it up to you, mr. kim!” you’re already hALfway down the hall and taehyung’s heart goes bAbumP when you blow him a kiss

“i’m holding you to that promise, miss y/l/n!”

ah, yes.

to be young and in love.