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hottpinkpenguin · 6 months ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you'd be willing to do a gender neutral reader x Zipco one shot. Maybe something like them both being sweet on each other but both thinking the other isn't interested. Ending with a first kiss or more or whatever you feel! Thanks for considering!!

A/n: this got steamier than I thought it would when I started. What can I say, I love a broody biker man <3 Thanks for the request anon!!

Long Time Coming - Zipco X GN!Reader

WC: 2142 Warnings: mention of past domestic violence relationship; alcohol use; steam

**K i know this gif isn't from the movie but i could literally not find any on tumblr so dont hate me

You leaned back in your chair in the bar, taking in the motley crew of bikers that had become something like a family over the last few months. Johnny was standing over by the pool tables, one arm slung over Benny’s shoulder to keep himself upright, the other clutching the neck of a beer bottle and conducting a very off-tune rendition of Elvis’ All Shook Up, vocals provided by the very drunk duo of Wahoo and Corky. Kathy had kicked off her heels and was doing a rather uncoordinated jumble of the monster mash, trying to adjust to the sloppy cadence of the drunk chorus that kept falling behind the beat of the jukebox. Your cousin Cal was laughing so hard at the antics he almost had tears in his eyes. Cockroach was off in a corner whispering something naughty in his wife’s ear, judging by her giggle and the bright pink flush on her cheeks, as he played with the ends of her hair. Funny Sonny was smoking a joint near the front door at a table with a fast-asleep Fat Jack across from him. Every few minutes, Funny Sonny would try to flick a pretzel crumb into Fat Jack’s open mouth between his snores. Most of the crumbs fell short of their target, dotting Jack’s beard and his chest.

And then there was Zipco, seated solemnly at the bar studying the bottom of the whiskey and coke in his hand as if he were reading tea leaves. He was the one somber face in the tavern, and judging by the furrow in his brows his emotions were churning like a storm. You chewed on the inside of your lip as you watched him from across the smoky bar, wondering what it was - or who - that was causing him such grief. Of all the bikers, you knew him the least and thought about him the most.

Zipco shifted on the barstool, and you could see the muscles in his back tense and move against the black of his t-shirt. Enjoying your unobstructed vantage point from the relative anonymity of the dimly lit bar, you greedily drank in the sight of his side profile, his face partially obscured by his perpetually mussed hair and shaggy beard. He lifted his glass to his mouth and took a sip, his forearm and bicep flexing appealingly as he did so. The sight made you feel thirsty suddenly as your mind fed you imaginings of his thick arms wrapped around your waist, his big hands spread open and roaming across your skin. You wondered how he’d taste - probably like whiskey and cigarettes, you thought, with a small squirm - and how that scruffy beard would feel against your lips.

“Jesus Christ, y/n, take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Cal slid into the chair next to you, jarring you out of the daydream that had your toes curling in their shoes. Embarrassed, you ducked your eyes and scolded your cousin.

“Shut the fuck up, Cal.”

“I’m tired of watchin’ you makin’ eyes at each other,” he continued, ignoring your protestations with a confident swig of his beer.

“‘Ey, Zip! Get over here!”

“Christ on a fuckin’ cracker, Cal, what the hell are you doin’?” You jabbed your elbow as hard as you could muster at his ribs. He dodged, protecting his beer with one hand and batting away your arm with the other. Zipco turned on his stool, one eyebrow raised in annoyance or curiosity, you couldn’t tell.

“The fuck you want?” he shouted at Cal. His eyes landed on you momentarily, and your heart pirouetted in your chest. Your imagination picked up right where it’d left off, feeding you intrusive pictures of Zipco’s body hovering over yours, the heat from his skin warm against you as his lips devoured your moans.

“Come over ‘ere! You and y/n are both drinkin’ alone, nothin’ sadder than a solo drunk.” You felt yourself dissolve into embarrassment at Cal’s words. Panic set in as you saw Zipco actually stand up from his stool and begin making his way across the bar towards you. What the fuck were you going to say?

“Cal, I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” you growled murderously, which only made Cal’s smug smirk widen.

“You’re welcome,” he replied smartly as he stood up from the chair and offered it to Zipco, who settled with an unintelligible grunt. As Cal left, snaking through the crowd towards the pool tables, he looked back at you and winked.

“Your cousin’s a shithead,” Zipco commented gruffly, his bluntness shocking a laugh out of you. “Sorry, I know he’s kin to you. But he’s a shit.”

You smiled, feeling a millimeter more comfortable now that Zipco had broken the ice.

“No argument here,” you agreed with a queasy, nervous-sounding laugh.

“How’d you end up in Chicago, anyway?” Zip asked stiffly. He was searching for something to say, just like you. It was a safe question, and it should have had an easy answer. But you found yourself chewing on the inside of your cheek, wondering just how much of your backstory you should tell him. Should you tell him the truth - that you wound up here after Cal found you half beaten to death by your boyfriend - or just offer something vague and mysterious, like ‘oh, I blew in on the wind’? You felt very self conscious as the silence between you stretched longer and longer.

“Long story,” you finally managed glumly, dark memories pressing in on the edges of your mind. Zipco was visibly fidgeting next to you, acutely aware that he’d inadvertently stepped on a sensitive subject. When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with embarrassment and pain.

“Didn’t mean to pry. Cal never said much ‘bout how you ended up here. And I’m… curious.” Something about the way he muttered the last word plucked a string in you. You fought to suppress a small smile at the confession that Zipco was curious about you.

“My ex was a piece of shit,” you offered quietly. “When I ran out of escape plans, I called Cal. He brought me here.” There was a lot more to say about that long story, but you let those sparse details suffice. Zipco looked at you, bashfulness replaced by something hotter and more dangerous.

“He give you this scar?” Electricity leapt through your veins when Zipco’s fingertips connected with the jagged line of scarred skin that snaked down your forearm - courtesy of a broken bottle in your ex’s hand. You jumped reflexively at the contact. The scar wasn’t sensitive anymore, but you were surprised that anyone had noticed. You took great care to cover it most of the time, eager to avoid prying questions. Somehow though, the question in Zipco’s voice felt inviting. There was a protective streak stitched in between his words that beckoned you closer. Mouth gone dry, you nodded wide-eyed at him.

“I didn’t think anyone had noticed…”

His eyes captured yours, the anger bubbling in his gaze softening at the sight of you drinking him in. An unexpected intimacy tangled together in the space between you, tightening like the laces on a corset. Your head was spinning, heart pounding, palms sweating slightly. Your lungs seemed to forget how to breathe, spasming futilely in your chest. Unable to bear it anymore, simultaneously you both dropped your eyes to the table.

Feeling warm and overwhelmed, you took a healthy swig from your beer, followed by another, hoping for a dose of liquid courage. So far, all the booze had done was whet your appetite for other vices. You swallowed thickly as you snuck a glance in Zipco’s direction. He looked deliciously casual in his jeans, riding boots and black t-shirt, the signature leather jacket long discarded in the hot, summertime air of the smoky bar. Suddenly, an idea struck you.

“It’s a little hot in here, don’t you think?”

He nodded. “Always is. No fuckin’ ventilation in this shithole.”

“I’m gonna get some air,” you said, letting your words hang in the space between you two like an offering. You wondered if he heard the invitation. It took a moment, but when you saw comprehension dawn on his face, the sparkle in his eyes and the quick smirk told you everything you needed to know about his eagerness.

“I could use a fresh cigarette myself.” You rose first, Zipco trailing you like a shadow. You wondered if anyone noticed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on anything but the prickling awareness of Zipco close behind you, so close you swore you could feel the tease of his breath on your neck.

When you stepped outside, the quiet of the dark, sleeping street and the cool of the air was welcome. Your body turned without needing input from your brain towards a particularly shadowy alleyway next to Junker’s. You could hear Zicpo’s heavy steps close behind you.

The quiet of the August night helped you think more clearly, ratcheting up both your commitment to the moment and your nervousness. You reached a wall, turning to face Zipco. The streetlight glinting in his gaze looked like starlight. He was close enough for you to smell the mint of his aftershave and the grassy, woodsmoke tang of whiskey on his breath. Your heart surged up into your throat at his closeness.

“I’ll take a cigarette, too, if you’re having one.” Your voice was a half-note higher pitched than usual, fluttering at the edges.

He smiled gently, moving a half-step closer to you.

“Now that I’m out here, I’m not sure I need a smoke after all,” he murmured. His eyes flicked back and forth between yours, the questions hanging in the air beginning to vanish one by one as your body language answered each one. You felt your back come into contact with the bricks of the wall behind you just as his lips found yours. The feel of his mouth against yours unleashed the restraint you’d been fighting to maintain. You kissed him back with a needy pressure that you could tell surprised him by the small gasp he let out. He barely let a moment pass before he was matching you, a strong hand coming to cradle the back of your neck. His skin was calloused and warm, just like you’d imagined. You felt your bones melt as you relaxed into his embrace, letting his arms and the wall behind you hold you upright.

The kiss morphed from needy to excited to probing, each of you happily responding to the other as you found your rhythm. Zipco was utterly silent against you. The almost ferocious focus with which he moved and held you was intoxicating, and pretty soon you were gasping and sighing and moaning enough for the both of you. Your hands had found their way up into his hair, raking across his scalp and trailing down the side of his neck, dancing underneath the collar of his t-shirt. He shuddered slightly against you, his lips curling into a smile against yours. Hot summer night and barely-private alleyway be damned, you were too far gone to care as your fingers began sliding downwards, looking for the hem of his shirt.

The front door of the bar opened, letting the sound inside pour out into the street. You broke away from each other’s lips as Cal stumbled out with a bleary-eyed Fat Jack and Johnny close behind. Zipco rolled his eyes, bracing for what he knew was about to come as he placed a hand on the wall next to your temple, granting you a measure of privacy and obscuring your face from the bar-goers.

“‘Ey, you two, tonsil-lickin’ session is over! Pack it up and get a room!” You barely stifled a giggle at Cal’s quip, leaning your head against Zipco’s arm and smiling up at him. His face was flushed as he matched your relieved smile.

“Been wantin’ to do that for a long time,” he admitted with a devilish smirk.

“Rude to keep me waitin’ then,” you shot back. He ducked down, catching your lips again, this time softer and more tender.

“Seriously, guys, get outta here. As annoyin’ as it was to watch you two pine after each other for weeks, somehow this is worse.”

Cal was so close he was practically making it a threesome. Despite the self-congratulatory grin he wore, the note of sincerity in his voice kept you from hitting him. You and Zip broke into matching laughs at Cal’s invitation, and before you knew it, you were settling in on the back of Zipco’s bike, its engine purring underneath you and your cheek pressed against the leather of his jacket. You smiled at Cal, knowing you’d never hear the end of it, as he winked at you before Zipco drove off into the night.

#bikeriders imagine #zipco x you #zipco bikeriders #zipco imagine #michael shannon x you #michael shannon imagine

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damianosismyking · 3 years ago

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from the prompt list: 3 or 6 for lamen :) love your writing sm!

Hello dear anon! Thank you so much for the prompts and kind words <3 Unfortunately, this turned out a little long. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

|Prompts chosen from this list! |

#3: “Come with me to the other room” – “We are not going to talk about this now.”

#6: “Here, take my jacket” – “I told you I’m not cold” *shivering*

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It had everything to be the perfect night, but of course, fucking Aimeric would ruin it.

Laurent had been impossible to convince, deadly opposed to getting out of the house unless it was indispensable, and more so getting out of the house to be somewhere loud and crowded.

In the end, Damen managed to convince Laurent through bargain: if he came with him to this one party his friend was throwing, just this time, then Damen would spend the next three months giving Laurent as many back rubs as he wished without complaint.

More than anything, Damen was just happy to get Laurent out of the house. It did him well to be around people that weren’t Damen or his coworkers for a change. To talk about things that didn’t include slide presentations and spreadsheets and whatever he saw on the TV or read on some site. Shake things up a little.

And it worked wonders. Laurent had found a clever girl with whom he connected and had been chatting for a while. He even allowed himself a soft drink (which didn’t have enough alcohol to qualify as an alcoholic beverage). Damen’s heart lurched as Laurent smiled politely, very obviously entertained.

Convinced that Laurent was fine on his own, Damen left the room to witness a drinking competition unfolding in the backyard. He fully intended to take part in it when the lightweight college boy on the left inevitably passed out.

It couldn’t have been more than five minutes. It was just enough time for Damen to step out to the backyard and see the college boy hurl his insides on the grass, and Laurent was poking Damen’s back with a brutal force.

The light quality that had been on Laurent’s face a moment ago had vanished. His jaw was locked, and Laurent seemed angry like Damen hadn’t seen in a while.

“What happened?” Damen asked, but as soon as the words were out, the reason materialized into the backyard.

Aimeric. Fucking Aimeric.

He came hand in hand with an older guy who was not Jord but might as well have been, greying beard, receding hairline and all. Aimeric’s hair had grown long enough to tie up into a bun since the last time Damen saw him. He greeted and smiled a very politician smile at some folks by the pool, making his way to them.

“What are you doing?” Laurent clutched the front of Damen’s shirt. His eyes on Damen were piercing, and Damen knew it was in an attempt to not let them travel east, to the last person any of them expected to see there.

If only Damen had known, he’d never have invited Laurent along. “Let’s go home,” he suggested.

“No,” Laurent replied steadfastly. “I want to see what you’re doing.”

Damen pulled Laurent to his side, a protective arm swung over his shoulders to keep him from view. The issue was that even trying to keep Laurent from harm, the harm had already reached him. Before Damen had a say in it, Laurent was stepping into the place emptied by the college kid, asking the host to explain the rules for the game.

Calling after him resulted in nothing. A second after, Laurent’s hands were tied back, and he was bending over shot glasses placed at the table, grabbing them with his mouth and tossing his head back to drink. He dropped the glass unceremoniously at the table to mouth the next one and the next one, down the line like it was water.

Laurent won, finishing his shots first. The next opponent took the place of the girl Laurent beat. Once again, Laurent won. He was getting ready for a third round when Damen stepped in.

“Come here.” Damen pulled Laurent closer reaching behind him to untie the hands.

“I was playing a game,” Laurent protested but ultimately allowed himself to be untied and dragged away.

Damen returned inside the house, guiding Laurent by the hand. The shots hadn’t hit him yet, but they would soon. Finally, they made it to the kitchen in search of water.

And there was Aimeric too, like a bad presage. In his heart, Damen prayed Laurent would overlook Aimeric with the back pressed to the stove talking to some guy who very evidently drooled over him.

Of course, Damen wouldn’t be so lucky, and Laurent would gulp his water while burying Aimeric with a deadly glare. It certainly didn’t help that Aimeric met the gaze and leaned into not-Jord’s ear to whisper something and giggle.

It certainly didn’t help that it happened again and again. One too many times.

If it bothered Damen, who objectively had nothing against Aimeric, he could only imagine what it did to Laurent to see his ex-friend magically pop up at every location they ran to and very conveniently start whispering to the nearest drooling idiot.

Laurent’s pupils were blown wide already and his lids heavy. It would get worse, and when it did, it was for the best if Aimeric wasn’t anywhere within Laurent’s sight.

“Come with me to the other room,” Damen whispered into Laurent’s ear.

“We are not going to talk about this now,” Laurent’s groggy response. He didn’t even bother masking that he was intently staring at Aimeric, who laughed carefree with not-Jord’s hand in his back pocket.

“Who said anything about talking?”

Laurent tagged along with Damen, wavering behind him. They crossed the restriction rope to make it upstairs, to the room area Pallas may get angry at him for invading.

But Damen knew the place, and he knew that in Pallas’ parents’ room, there was a nice balcony with a bench where he had sat more than once to get high with his friends throughout high school. It opened to the view of the sleeping neighborhood and blocked the noises from the party happening downstairs.

The night was chilly, even for late Autumn. It ruffled the tops of the trees and shifted strands of Laurent’s hair.

Damen started to remove his jacket, but Laurent rose a hand to his face. “I’m not cold.”

Laurent walked right past the bench and propped himself up to sit at the balcony with a leg hanging off each side. Damen went to stand beside him, in case Laurent lost balance.

Laurent breathed in deeply, his head lolling against a column. “I hate drinking,” he said, squeezing his eyes.

“Do you need more water?”

“No. I need to be sober.”

“Water could help you with that,” Damen pointed.

Laurent shook his head lazily. He swayed until his head hit Damen’s chest. “No.”

Damen tilted Laurent’s chin up to peck at his lips. Laurent’s mouth tasted disgusting, but he leaned in with a soft sigh, and Damen kissed him deeper. It went on for some time. When Damen pulled back, Laurent shivered.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Damen offered, tucking a strand of hair behind Laurent’s ear.

“About what?” Laurent said. His speech was even more dragged than before, but he knew precisely what Damen had referred to. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Laurent.”

“There is nothing to talk about.” Damen recognized a sign to drop the subject when he saw one.

He knew, however, that the fallout with Aimeric was still a sore spot for Laurent. And that regardless of his claims, he missed his friend. Aimeric had been one of the few people Laurent trusted enough to befriend, and after the blown-out fight that resulted in them never speaking again, Aimeric changed drastically into the role of one of Laurent’s fiercer – if not to say most dedicated – antagonists.

Laurent had been telling Damen for months that Aimeric fed people lies about him and twisted his secrets to tarnish Laurent’s image all around. Damen had thought it was the paranoia speaking, the way sometimes Laurent thought people were looking at him a certain way or laughing behind his back. But, as it turned out, Laurent had been right. The realization curled Damen’s stomach and boiled his blood.

“Are you going to tell Nicaise?” Damen asked, running his fingernails lightly up and down Laurent’s nape.

Laurent smiled. “I don’t want him to kill Aimeric.”

“Wise.”

Laurent’s eyelids grew heavier with each passing moment. His pupils were so wide his irises were reduced to little blue bands. He shivered, losing a battle against his trembling jaw. “Here,” Damen said, “Take my jacket.”

“I told you, I’m not cold.” A strong shiver followed the statement.

Damen wrapped his leather jacket around Laurent and pulled him close, resting his chin at the top of Laurent’s head, blond strands tickling his neck. There was a good chance Laurent may fall asleep like that, and Damen would have a tough time getting him off the balcony. “Are you going to throw up?”

“No. I think.”

Damen laughed into Laurent’s hair. “Come lay down.”

“I’m not in the mood tonight, Damen,” Laurent frowned.

“I meant actually lay down. You’re barely awake as it is.”

“I’m awake,” Laurent said, but he swung his leg over the balcony and hopped off, staggering on his feet.

It was an easy task to take off Laurent’s sneakers and tuck him in bed, always so impossibly pliable when he had a little too much to drink. He was reaching the worse of his drunkenness, barely capable of keeping his eyes open anymore.

“Please tell me if you need to throw up,” Damen said, sitting at his bedside just to look at him. Even poorly illuminated and wholly wasted, Laurent managed to be the most beautiful thing Damen’s ever laid eyes on.

“Lay with me,” Laurent whined.

“In a minute,” Damen said. He planned to go back downstairs once he was sure Laurent had blacked out, to explain the situation to Pallas and try to save face, but Laurent didn’t need to know that.

“You think Ric is going to hate me forever?” Laurent’s eyes were closed, face going lax. The chances he’d remember that conversation after he woke up were minimum.

Damen ran a finger down Laurent’s cheek. His face was flushed red and warm. “Will you?”

Laurent nuzzled Damen’s hand, pinning it in place with his own. “Probably.”

Laurent’s breathing evened out. He didn’t stir when Damen pulled his hand from under his or when Damen stood. To make sure, Damen whispered, “I’ll be back in a minute,” into Laurent’s ear just to see if he’d react. When Laurent remained the way he was, without a muscle on his face twitching to indicate any part of his subconscious remained awake, Damen snuck out with silent steps.

He’d bring a bucket up with him when he came back. And a bottle of water.

Before that, though, he may have a thing or two to solve with a certain brunette.

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sae-you-sae-me · 8 years ago

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Hiii~ How do you feel about writing some angst? How would RFA+V+Saeran react if MC died giving a birth? I hope that is not too much... ♡

Anon, this was so sad. We’re gonna have to write some fluff after this one. :,( They got long, so some of them are under the cut.

Trigger warning: Themes of death

Zen:

He was so excited when you tell him the news

He starts saving up for a home or at least a bigger apartment

Meanwhile, he redoes the whole guest room, changing it into a baby room

You two spend every weekend painting little things on the walls

He’s already buying little microphones for the baby

Eight months go by and everything seems fine

But then you wake up in the middle of the night with extreme pain

He’s panicking but he manages to dial for an ambulance

The hospital won’t let him in the room and he’s getting really angry

He calls the first person that he can hit in his contacts, trying to make sense of things

Surprisingly, it’s Jumin

Jumin somehow deciphers what he’s saying and rushes to the hospital

He manages to calm Zen down while you’re in surgery

The doctor comes out and says they managed to save the baby, even if he was born prematurely

While the nurses escort Zen to see his son, the doctor tells Jumin the news about you

He knows Zen would be unstable and it would be better for a friend to break the news

Jumin waits until Zen returns to tell him that you didn’t make it through the birthing process

Zen completely shuts down and says he needs to go for a smoke when he hasn’t smoked since you two started dating

When he’s outside, he swings his fist at the wall in anger and sorrow

Jumin helps out when he can as Zen through the grieving process

But Zen acts like he’s okay, and he eventually gets through it

He does his best to take care of his son alone, but he has his moments

He never remarries and he makes sure his son knows everything about you

Yoosung:

We know this man was eager to have a baby

Finally, it was happening and he was ecstatic

You both had saved enough to finally buy a house

One day, he brought home so many stuffed animals for the baby

He would put up a chalkboard on the fridge

You two wrote potential baby names on it every day

The day finally came and you two were on your way to the hospital, baby bag in tow

Everything seemed to be going normal until suddenly the doctors were pushing him out of the room

He kept asking what was wrong, but they wouldn’t tell him and insisted he wait outside

He knows his mental state is fraying so he calls Jaehee, the most practical person he knows

He’s so worried, he can’t stop talking to her and asking for reassurance

Finally, the doctor comes out and delivers the bad news

You hadn’t made it

He keeps denying it’s true

“No, no. That can’t be. She’s fine. She was fine. I want to see for myself.”

Knowing he would get no peace, the doctor allows him to see your body

He collapses next to your bed and his crying, clutching your lifeless hand

He suddenly regrets becoming a vet

He thinks that if he became a regular doctor, he could’ve saved you

Jaehee has to almost drag him away when they need to collect the body

She manages to calm him down when she says, “You need to go see your daughter.”

Yoosung didn’t the baby made it and takes it as a sign

He doesn’t want to go back to the place he was when Rika committed suicide

So, he pours all he has to make a good life for his daughter

He’s so glad she grows up to look like you and constantly reminds her of that

Jaehee:

Your husband had died two months before you joined the RFA

You hadn’t realized you were pregnant until a month after the party

Not knowing what to do, you turn to Jaehee

After supporting her through everything, she’s more than willing to help

She tries to make life as stable as she can for you

Has you live with her at least during the pregnancy, so you don’t have to live alone

She throws you a baby shower and makes sure you have what you need

Finally, the day comes and she waits patiently in the waiting room at the hospital

She starts getting worried when she sees an extra team of doctors rush towards your room

When the doctor comes out, he asks Jaehee for any family contact info

When Jaehee asks why, the doctor says that you had died giving birth to a baby boy

Jaehee is devastated

You are the only true friend she’s really had, and now you were gone

When Zen hears the news, he takes her out and tries to comfort her

Jaehee appreciates the gesture, and ends up explaining a lot to him

She said that your family never approved of your marriage, so they didn’t want the baby

She starts sympathizing with the baby boy, since she too lost her parents and her other relatives weren’t exactly kind

She comes to the conclusion to adopt the baby herself

She raises the baby as her own

Even though she doesn’t know much about being a mother, she tries to be the kindest and sweetest she could

She works hard to make sure he was whatever he needs in life

She doesn’t tell him what happened to his real mother until much later in life when he’s ready

Jumin:

When you told him you were pregnant, he was simultaneously excited and nervous

He had to make sure everything was perfect for you and the baby

He made sure he had the best doctors and you were well fed and rested

He barely let you lift a finger, since he was so scared something might happen

He didn’t want to hire anyone to do the baby room

He wanted you both to work on it together, and so you did

You even caught him attempting to make baby booties by hand for the child

The day came and you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl

He was holding her and talking to you

Everything seemed fine, except that you seemed a bit tired

Then suddenly you started convulsing

Jumin panicked, unsure what was happening

Doctors rushed in and pushed both him and your child out of the room

It wasn’t long after that the doctors announced that you hadn’t made it

Jumin is quiet, a few tears streaming down his face

They let him see the body and he just holds you hand for the longest time

Just as they are about to take you away, he presses a kiss to your hand

“You said you would never leave me. You broke your promise, my darling, and I don’t think I can forgive you for that.”

After the funeral, barely anyone sees him

The only person he lets come to the penthouse for a long time is V

He cuts down on his work majorly, so he can take care of his daughter

He tries to make sure everything is perfect for her

He never wants her to feel the sadness of losing her mother

Seven:

He always wanted a family with you

So, when you told him you were pregnant, he started crying because he was just so happy

He starts adding things to the baby room

He’s especially excited about building a crib for the baby

He also adds a mobile with little cats and spaceships

The day finally comes, but he can’t help but realize that you seem in bad shape on the way to the hospital

Turns out his bad feeling was right

The doctors don’t even let him come into the room as they rush you away

The only thing keeping him sane during the waiting was Saeran who had met him at the hospital

When the doctor comes out, he doesn’t even let them speak

He pushes past them and rushes into your room

When he sees your lifeless body and the dead monitor beside you, he completely loses it

He’s weeping, holding your body in his arms

None of the nurses have the heart to pull him away

He spends hours begging you to wake up and apologizing for no reason

When Saeran finally comes in, Seven had cried all his tears and numbly asks, “Are you here to tell me my child died as well?”

Saeran shakes his head and informs him that a healthy baby girl was waiting in another ward

Seven names the child after you

He can’t stand the memories of you all over his house, so he and Saeran move elsewhere with the girl

He retires early with all the money he saved up and pours his entire life into making sure his baby girl is happy and healthy

Saeran:

When you first told him you were pregnant, he was shocked and very nervous

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t expected it, but he didn’t prepare himself mentally for the actual reality

After a few weeks, he starts warming up to it

He’ll come home from work one day with a small pair of shoes

“I wasn’t sure if this would work, but I thought maybe…maybe the baby might like it?”

He was trying so hard to prepare, it was so cute

You buy him a mug that says “#1 Dad”

You tell him to look at it every time he needs to take care of the baby alone when she’s away from the house

Especially when changing diapers gets frustrating

He got a call a few weeks before the due date that you had gotten involved in a bad car accident

He drops everything and rushes to the hospital

You’re in bad shape when he gets there, but the doctors don’t dare refuse him access

He’s stroking your hair and asking you to hold on

You keep saying “As long as the baby is safe…as long as the baby is safe, it’s okay.”

Your heart monitor goes dead as he’s clutching your hand

Doctors start shoving him out of the room

He’s going crazy in the waiting room, shouting and screaming

Seven has to almost physically detain him to keep him calm

Hours later, a doctor comes out and says they managed to save the babies

“Babies?”

Saeran rushes over to see his twins that had miraculously made it unscathed

At first, he didn’t want to look into the babies’ eyes, scared he might feel resent that they lived and you died

But he finally caved in, and he fell in love with his children

Despite the following months being hard, he dedicated himself to being the best father he could be in memory of you

For years, he kept the mug you gave him tucked away in his room

When you told him you were pregnant with his child, he was beyond happy

He felt like it was a testament that you both were starting a new life together, forgetting about the past

He started decorating the baby’s room with a bunch of pictures he had taken

The room was cactus themed with mint colors everywhere

What in room decoration

You seemed a lot more tired than usual, so the doctor assigned you to bed rest

Just as you thought you were getting better, you collapsed in your home

He called an ambulance and rushed you to the hospital

He has a really bad feeling when the doctors take you into another room

Suddenly, the doctor comes out and tells him to come and meet his son

He’s so happy when he gets to hold his little boy

When he asks the nurse how you were, the woman just blinks

“They….didn’t tell you?”

He takes the news that you hadn’t made it surprisingly calmly

When they take him to see your body, he keeps trying to bargain with them

“Please, I’ll pay anything. Just bring her back, please!”

For a little while, they think he’s having a mental issue, but know it’s just the grieving process

Soon, he’s crying quietly beside you

He thinks its his fault that you died

Bad luck seemed to follow him everywhere, so why wouldn’t this be any different?

To make it worse, his baby gets very ill while in the hospital

V cuts off all relations he has, including the RFA and Jumin

He moves to America in attempt to find the best treatment for his son

While his son eventually does get better, V stays in the States so he could start a new life

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