#both mothers (soon to be part of the sped pregnancy club!)

[blairwld]

kinda obsessed with these two teaming up

[dc41896]

Okay

Pairing: “Me” from Playing it CoolxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, childbirth (nothing gruesome/explicit), fluff

“You really are an idiot,” Scott states soon after opening the door to see his tired looking friend.

“I see you’ve talked with Y/N.”

“Yea I called her when you didn’t answer your phone since I had an idea I wanted to run by you. She answered crying and told me everything. Seriously man what is wrong with you?”

“Right now? I’m tired and have a headache,” he sighs sitting down on the couch letting his head fall back as the days prior events replay in his head.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?!,” you shout crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t coming to the hospital with you, I just don’t know about being in the actual hospital room.”

Just a few minutes ago, you and your boyfriend returned home from dinner with friends where an innocent question about if you were ready to see your bundle of joy turned into your current argument.

“And when were you gonna tell me this? When I went into labor and you drop me off to the room before turning back saying ‘bye babe! Call me when everything’s over’?!”

“Listen I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“It’s not only that you didn’t tell me before saying it in front of my friends,” you interrupt waddling towards the walk in closet to undress for bed. “It’s the fact that you’re voluntarily choosing to not be there for the birth of your first and, at this rate, only child and- ow!”

“You okay?,” he asks rushing to the closet, watching as you slowly take deep breaths with eyes squeezed shut rubbing under your swollen belly. At 37 weeks, the big day could happen at any moment now and it seemed like your Braxton Hicks were becoming more frequent as well.

“I’m fine, just cramps again.”

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure,” you sigh pulling one of his shirts over your head. “Trust me the minute that moment comes I’ll tell you so you can steer clear.”

“Babe cmon it’s not- Ugh! God please don’t bring that thing out.”

Referring to the C-shaped pregnancy pillow in your arms, he mentally groaned while you slowly lied down to get comfortable. He knew it greatly helped you sleep during those particularly tough nights where you just couldn’t seem to find your sweet spot of the bed, but he still hated how it took his job from him. He was the one that was supposed to give you cuddles and comfort, not that thing.

He swore sometimes that if it had a nice face, the right equipment, and could cook it’d probably be his replacement.

“Might as well get used to comforting myself since someone isn’t gonna be there to do it,” you counter glaring at him as you aggressively hit the pillow a few times before turning your back to him.

“Babe,” he sighs with hands on his hips waiting for your response. “C’mon I know you’re not asleep that fast.” Still stuck with the site of your back, a smirk forms on his lips as he walks to his side of the bed.

“Fine, since you’re mad guess I’ll leave you be. Go wander the streets alone.”

Anytime he’d talk about going out by himself at night, you’d always immediately grow concerned telling him how he really shouldn’t go out so late and stay with you instead, followed by your infamous pout. It was his foolproof way of wiggling back in your good graces.

Yet tonight, nothing.

“Go out for a drive by myself out on roads where anything could happen...”

Silence. Now he was hurt himself.

“Woww so you really don’t want me here? Alright then.”

Hearing him collect his keys and footsteps eventually leave the room, going down the hall until the apartment door clicked shut behind him caused a lone tear to fall from your eye. You didn’t want him to leave, but it would’ve been a lie to say seeing his face didn’t make you see red right now.

“Do you know what’s going on in daddy’s head? Hm?,” you sniffle looking down at your abdomen, grazing your fingertips along the dark line hidden beneath your shirt.

“Why don’t you want to be in the room with her? You do realize you don’t have to see everything that’s gonna be happening down there right?”

“Yes I know Scott. Plus I’ve watched enough birthing videos that, whether I like it or not, I pretty much know what’s gonna be happening and when without even looking.”

“Then what is it?! What is so important that you’re choosing not to be there to support your girlfriend, the mother of your child, the woman you told me when you first saw her you knew you’d marry her-,”

“I don’t want to lose her okay!?”

“....and telling her you don’t want to be there..is supposed to keep her..?,” Scott asks genuinely confused, and slightly concerned, at his friend’s methods.

“No I don’t mean....”

He groans leaning forward with elbows on his knees, hiding his face in his palms trying to collect his thoughts.

“The first woman that I loved, who was supposed to love me back, left me with my grandpa who eventually passed away, leaving me again. I don’t want to, but I keep wondering what if it’s Y/N, the baby, or heaven forbid both of them next?” Wiping his tears with his sleeve, his red eyes meet the sympathetic ones of Scott moving to sit next to him. “And if all that were to happen in front of me in that hospital room-,”

“Hey don’t think about what could go wrong. Y/N and the baby will be fine, and when they’re ready, will come back home with you driving so unbearably slow that even old people will flip you off. Which will then make you mad and cuss them out and be part of the origin story of how my godchild will yell their first curse word at daycare.”

“You can see that far ahead huh?,” he chuckles as Scott claps him on the shoulder.

“Yep, just like I know you’re not gonna let the what if’s stop you from being one of, if not the very first, face your baby sees when they come in this world.”

He was right. He couldn’t let his head and fears get in the way of the most important day of his life. Well, aside from his own birth that is.

Before he could thank his friend for helping get everything off his chest, Scott’s phone loudly vibrating on the coffee table causes both men to worry seeing your name flash on the screen.

“Hey Y/N. Yea, he’s right-wait now?!” Automatically, both men jump up from the couch rushing to get their jackets and keys before nearly trampling each other trying to get out the door. “O..okay, yea we’re coming, don’t push anything out yet.”

“Scott hold on. I don’t know-,”

“Nope, no second thoughts. We’ve been over this, everything’s gonna go well and in a few minutes you’re gonna be holding both your babies,” he smiles putting his hands on his friend’s shoulders.

“Thanks, but I was gonna say I don’t know which hospital we’re going to,” he finishes.

“Ohh! Right, on it!”

———

It was as if everything was a blur as they sped through busy streets filled with those either trying to get to the hottest club or bar, or just trying to get home having already enjoyed their Saturday evening. Yet through the weaving in and out of lanes and hoping there were no cops near them, his heart never raced as fast as it was now standing outside your emergency room door.

“I can do this. Everything will be fine,” he thinks to himself as he takes a breath turning the cold, metal knob of the white door. He’s a bit taken aback seeing you in the bed in your hospital gown on all fours trying your best to be calm during your breathing exercises as your best friend rubs soothing circles on your back saying how amazing you’re doing.

“And you are?,” a nurse asks bringing everyone’s attention to him nervously stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his grey warm ups.

“I’m her boyfriend. A-and the father.”

“Oh, you’re here just in time. She’s pretty close to being fully dilated so if you want to go beside her you can. We’re just getting the last bit of supplies we’ll need.”

He couldn’t hear exactly what was said between you and Kylie, but from both of your expressions towards each other, he guessed it probably went something like:

“Mm, look who decided to show up.”

“Be nice. At least he did come.”

“He should’ve been here from the beginning though.”

“Here to let us know you’ll be waiting outside?,” Kylie quips standing tall to meet his eyes.

“Kylie..”

“No, I deserve that,” he states gripping the side rail of the bed. “I know I messed up, and if you don’t mind I’d like to speak with my girl in private please.”

Looking to you for confirmation, she waits for your small nod before collecting her jacket and purse.

“I’ll be in the waiting room if you need me,” she responds giving you a final comforting rub on your shoulder before leaving the two of you alone.

For a few minutes, the only sounds heard in the room is the beeps from your heart monitor along with your soft, deep breaths as you occasionally rock back, nearly sitting with your legs under you, then forth again resting your forehead on the lifted part of the bed that once held your back.

“Crazy how the position that got us here is what’s helping you,” he chuckles to himself before quickly stopping once meeting your very annoyed and unamused eyes.

“If you’re just here because I made a big deal about it you can leave. I’m fine.”

“No I promise I want to be here.” Sitting in the nearby recliner, he scoots closer to you lacing his fingers between yours while his other hand finds your cheek gently grazing his thumb across your dewy, warm skin.

“Look, I’m sorry about not coming to you first when I was thinking of not being in here with you. I’m sorry for even thinking about it in the first place.”

“Why did you think it though?,” you ask now lifting your head to be eye level with your boyfriend. “Were you afraid of passing out or getting sick? Because if so that’s okay, all you had to do was say-,”

“No, that’s not the reason.” At your concerned tone a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips leaning in to kiss your temple.

“I was afraid of something going wrong and losing one or both of you. I already lost my mom and grandpa, I just didn’t want either one of you to be next right there in front of me.”

Doing your best to sit on your legs, you shift your body in his direction taking his face in your palms. Both of you enjoying the feel of his soft scruff against your skin.

“Honey everything’s gonna be fine,” you smile wiping his couple tears away. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because you’ve been so positive and excited this whole time. I didn’t want to be the one to make you start worrying.”

“Although it may seem that way, I assure you I’ve been a nervous wreck pretty much this whole pregnancy,” you chuckle quickly wiping a stray tear from your own cheek.

“Nervous about what?”

“Everything. If the baby was okay in there if I didn’t feel them move, if I they’d like me, if I’d be a good mom. Even if you’d still love me with all my physical and emotional changes.”

“I assure you that you’re gonna be a great mom and our baby is gonna love you so much not only because of how amazing and wonderful you are, and will be to them, but also because I won’t let them even think about disliking you,” he smiles as you let out a small laugh while you both wipe away each other’s tears.

“Thank you.”

“And don’t worry about me still loving you. You got me wrapped around that finger of yours so tight it doesn’t make sense. Then don’t even get me started on how attracted I am with your gorgeous eyes. Adorable nose. Those lips that make me-,”

“Ah..AH!,” you shout grabbing your stomach with one hand and tightly gripping the railing with the other.

“What is it? Another contraction?”

“Yea a-and I think I feel the head coming out,” you reply with voice shaking trying to look to find out, but of course only being met with your giant belly. “T-then again I-I don’t know, but it feels like I have to poop. Wait, am I pooping on myself?!”

“Baby shh, relax okay? Breathe,” he instructs gently holding your chin so you’d do your breathing exercises with him as he moves your gown to peek for himself. “I don’t see anything, but I’m gonna call the nurse okay?”

“O..okay. Babe?”

“Yea?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiles kissing your lips again still pressing the call button as if it was his job.

“And please don’t judge me if I do poop on myself,” you add making him laugh.

“I promise I won’t.”

———

“You got another smile for me, huh? C’mon I know you do,” he quietly coo’s in his baby voice gently rubbing the back of his index finger against his daughter’s delicate cheek. “There it is! Hi sweetheart.”

“No, no more smiles for him. He claimed you as a boy this whole time, I know you heard him.”

“Tell mommy don’t be jealous. You have a smile coming for her too don’t you Saylor?”

“You better,” you smile resting your head on his shoulder, looking down at your beautiful baby girl with slick dark hair peeking out from her little pink beanie. “I don’t appreciate being peed on as soon as we met.”

“Hey it wasn’t her fault. Being born was a wild experience, wasn’t it sweetie?”

“Imagine how mommy felt,” you giggle as he carefully places the bundle in your arms after kissing the top of her head. Sure enough, as soon as her grey eyes met yours it was as if she was hooked, staring at you and eventually curling her tiny lips into another heart melting smile.

“Yea, I had the same look on my face when I first saw her too,” he adds, cold nose touching your cheek making you grin and gently nudge his shoulder with yours.

“You’re such a dork,” you reply before pressing your soft lips on his.

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[chaoticpuff17]

Suga, We’re Going Down

part 3

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Alright my darlings! Sorry this chapter isn’t more exciting after a long wait, but school is kicking my ass. Hopefully this still has some surprises for you though!---chaotic puff

Y/N sat on the bus wondering to herself how she had gotten herself into this mess. The weight of the coat settled around her shoulders and the scent of his cologne wafting up from the thick fabric was a firm reminder that the night had not been a dream. Yoongi had insisted she needed a coat. It was too cold for her to be out without one. Nina had insisted that she couldn’t show up at the club in her old tan coat and the heavy knitted scarf that Halmeoni had made for her so many years before, so she’d been without any protection from the cold. Yoongi had given her his, draping the maroon material across her shoulders and wishing her goodnight when she realized that he realized that she didn’t have a coat of her own. He’d grinned waving off her concerns telling her he had plenty of other coats. She didn’t doubt it. The man was willing to pay her four million won per meeting. Of course he could afford more than one coat. It was probably nothing to him.

The man was oddly attentive to her. The whole thing was odd. What kind of man in his position was interested in a little mouse like her? She certainly wasn’t the prettiest woman in the world, and he had to have beautiful women swarming around him, models, actresses, idols. What had made him choose her? What made a man willing to pay so much money for a woman when he had so many other options before him?

It didn’t make sense, but who was she to question it? He was literally paying for her life, and they desperately needed the money. All she wanted to do was go home and curl up in her bed, see Eun Jae sleeping safe and sound. She would feel better after seeing him. She would feel like herself again, because she certainly didn’t feel like herself right now.

She felt, in part, like she was making a mistake, but she didn’t have many other options. And every single option she had would break her grandmother’s heart. There wasn’t an option that wouldn’t break her heart, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was her family.

Her father had sent them spiraling into a pit of debt they’d been trying to climb out of for years. Her music lessons hadn’t helped that burden, neither had her college tuition, but her grandfather had seen something in her from a young age. He had seen how much his granddaughter loved music, how the little girl looked at the keys of a piano in wonder. Her parents hadn’t cared. They hadn’t noticed, but her grandparents had, and they insisted on nurturing that spark.

The old man had bundled her up when she was just four years old, on a cold winter morning, and shuttled her off to her first piano lesson. There had been no looking back after that. When her grandfather died three years later, her grandmother took her to lessons.

At the age of seven, she’d discovered the cello, just after her grandfather’s passing. Her piano teacher had had a friend, who taught lessons, and had helped to negotiate a price that would be manageable for them. So from then on every Saturday of her childhood, she’d been marched first to her piano lesson as usual and then to her cello lesson. A year after her cello lessons started, her mother left, and from there, her father had only sunk them further and further into debt. Eventually, they could no longer support lessons for both instruments. One of them had to go, and so at the age of thirteen, there were no more piano lessons. She still played of course, but her main focus had become the cello.

Ha Jin had never showed any particular interest in anything like music, not sports, or language, or her studies, not the restaurant either. She wanted to be anything, but what they were, poor and insignificant. She was always getting into trouble. She had a reputation in their neighborhood for being a shoplifter, a poor student, and generally just a bad kid. She wasn’t someone parents wanted their children hanging around.

And then came the summer she turned seventeen. Y/N would never know how she did it, but Ha Jin had managed to force herself into a circle of people she never should have crossed paths with in the first place. It could never be said that Ha Jin wasn’t smart. She was in fact, very intelligent. She just wasn’t using that intelligence for academics. Instead she used it to weasel her way into a group of upper class, wealthy kids. She wanted more than their little restaurant, and in her eyes, those kids were her ticket to something better, her ticket out. That’s where she had met Eun Jae’s dad.

Kim Taehyung was the son of a well to do family. He was handsome, charismatic, and a little older than Y/N. Before anyone could talk some sense into her, Ha Jin had gotten swept up in the lies she had weaved around herself. She’d lied about so many things, her age, her family, her circumstances. It had gotten so bad she’d begun to see herself as being one of them. She thought they had accepted her, that she was one of them, but she was wrong. She was a pet, a project, an amusement. Specifically, she’d been Taehyung’s amusement, the silly little girl who hung off his every word, a summer fling that would quickly be forgotten. Once Ha Jin had gotten pregnant, there was no hiding her lies anymore. She was just seventeen, but she had a baby to think of. She was going to be a mother, and there would be no father to help.

Taehyung and his family wanted nothing to do with the pregnancy. It was a youthful indiscretion that wouldn’t ruin their son’s life. He was in college, the heir to a good family. They weren’t going to allow an illegitimate child to ruin that for him, let alone an illegitimate child from a youthful dalliance with a gold digger.

Ha Jin had been inconsolable. She was convinced that he was going to come for her that he was going to take her away and make her a great lady, claiming that he wouldn’t abandon his child. But everyone else knew that that would never be the case. The farther into her pregnancy she got, the more bitter Ha Jin became. It was a struggle for Y/N and her grandmother to get the younger girl to take care of herself. She didn’t want to see the doctor. She didn’t want to go to school. She didn’t want to take the vitamins she was supposed to take. She didn’t want to set up a nursery. She wanted the baby gone, blaming a child that hadn’t even been born yet for ruining her life.

It wasn’t even a week after Eun Jae was born that she took off. They hadn’t seen her since. She hadn’t even named the child. She remembered waking up in the middle of the night to Eun Jae’s screams. The poor little boy had been inconsolable. He was hungry, he was tired, and his diaper was uncomfortably full. She’d scooped up him up holding him close as she put together a bottle for him gently rocking him and cooing softly trying to settle the poor child. Ha Jin was nowhere to be found. She hadn’t left so much as a note behind.

From that point on, Eun Jae was her son. She and Halmeoni had named him after her grandfather, hoping the name would bring him the same happiness in life that her grandfather had had. They took him to all hid doctor’s appointments. He was a beautiful healthy baby, and the sweetest little one that there ever was, but they might have been biased.

Y/N was immensely relieved to arrive home, to get herself out of those heels and to see her baby. The house was quiet, indicating that Nina had successfully gotten the little one to bed. She was a good friend and a good aunt for Eun Jae, but she was notorious for being a push over when it came to him. But that hadn’t been the case on that night. She found them both curled up fast asleep on the bed. Eun Jae was tucked up under the blankets sprawled like a little starfish and clutching his favorite dinosaur. Bambam the dinosaur had been a gift right after he’d first been born. He never slept without it. Nina was curled up next to him on top of the blankets, equally as lost to sleep as the toddler.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Quietly she fished out some extra blankets. One she draped over Nina so she wouldn’t catch cold. The other she threw on the sofa. She’d make her bed there tonight so she wouldn’t disturb the pair that were already fast asleep. Talking to Nina about everything could wait. They all needed some sleep.

She woke up the next morning to Eun Jae bouncing on top of her screaming something about breakfast and cartoons. She groggily sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes and smiling tiredly at her son.

“Okay, buddy. Just give eomma a minute, okay?” She asked smiling at him. She glanced over at the bed to see Nina turned over with her head under a pillow. Clearly she hadn’t been as ready to let go of sleep for the sake of the toddler.

She got up moving to the little kitchenette to make breakfast, all the while the little guy was hanging off her leg eagerly chattering about all the things he wanted them to do that day. Mostly it consisted of cartoons. As much as she loved him, she did not have the energy to deal with children’s cartoons and their horribly annoying theme songs without a strong cup of tea.

“Okay, buddy. You go take a seat, and I’ll start on breakfast.” She smiled, an evil glint in her eye. “You can wake up Auntie Nina if you want.”

The little boy perked up at that. He sped over to the bed, climbing up on the platform before throwing himself on top of the groggy woman.

“Wake up, Nini!” He screamed jumping up and down on the other woman. “It’s time for bweakfast!”

Nina rolled over shooting a glare at Y/N who was very innocently putting together the meal for them all. “If you get up now, I’ll make you coffee.” Y/N threw the offer over her shoulder smiling as she saw Nina tackle the little boy attacking him with tickles as revenge for his waking her up.

“Come on, Nini.” Eun Jae whined tugging at his aunt as soon as she released him. “We gotta watch cawtoons!”

“I’m up. I’m up.” She groaned pulling herself out of bed to join Y/N in the kitchen only stopping to turn on some cartoons to keep Eun Jae busy while the two women talked.

“So how did it go last night?”

“It was…” She paused trying to think of the words. “It was, Agust d.”

Nina froze turning to look at her friend with wide eyes. “It was who now?”

“It was Agust d.”

“Shut up!” Nina’s eyes widened even further. “You’re joking! It wasn’t!” Nina was an avid fan of Agust d. He was her favorite musician. She lived and breathed Agust d. “Was it?”

“That’s his coat.” She nudged her head in the direction of the table where the coat from last night was draped over a chair.

Nina rushed over seizing the item inspecting it. “This is his coat!” She shrieked eyes wild. “I’ve seen him wearing this in pictures! Why do you have Agust d’s coat?”

“You didn’t let me bring mine, and he didn’t want me to catch cold, and for god’s sake use your inside voice. Do you want the neighbor’s to hear?” She scolded.

“But it’s August d! You have to tell me everything.” She rushed into the kitchen hanging off her friend’s arm as she whined. “Why do you have all the luck? I should have made a profile too. You’ll introduce me right?” She stared at her making her eyes wide and pleading, trying to mimic the look Eun Jae had whenever he wanted something. It didn’t work.

“You want me to introduce you to my sugar daddy?” Y/N asked confusion coloring her tone.

“It’s Agust d!” Nina looked at her as though she was stupid. Agust d was her world. How could she not want to meet him? “You have to introduce me!”

Y/N couldn’t help but stare at her incredulously. Was this the same girl who had been worried about her safety just a few days ago? Wasn’t this the same girl who had tried to make sure this was what she really wanted? Now everything was okay because her sugar daddy was someone famous. Well, she had to admire Nina’s loyalty, even if it was to the idol and not to her.

“Nina.” She sighed leaning against the counter tiredly. “I don’t think that’s up to me. I haven’t even signed the contracts yet.”

“Eomma!” Eun Jae’s voice called out before he came crashing into her legs looking up at her with big dark eyes. “Juice?”

“What do we say?”

“Juice pwease!”

“Okay, buddy.” She smiled gently ruffling his hair before she moved to fulfill his request.

She handed the cup over to the toddler and watched him as he went to go settle himself in front of his cartoons again happily sipping at his juice. She couldn’t help the fond, if not tired, look that took over her features as she watched him.

“When do you sign the contracts?” Nina asked impatiently, eager to know everything about her friend’s encounter with the famous rapper.

“He said that they should be ready by Monday.”

“This is so exciting!” Nina squealed practically vibrating with excitement. “You’re going to be on Agust d’s arm!” She paused a dawning realization making her mouth drop open in shock. “You’ll get to fuck Agust d!”

Immediately, Y/N slapped her friend’s arm glaring at her before throwing a worried glance over at the little boy. “Little ears.” She hissed grateful that Eun Jae wasn’t paying them any attention. “We do not swear in front of the baby.”

“Sorry, Y/N.” Nina at least had the decency to look sheepish. “But Monday is only the day after tomorrow. Aren’t you nervous?”

“Petrified.”

part 4