#tiny b aby

[twistedappletree]

[downforthegas]

The late night hor//niness struck me again and I was given this idea out of no where:

The Welc//ome Ho//me cast of characters except they’re all farting on you

Ok byyYYYEE-

Yooooo you know what? This post gives me the perfect opportunity to reveal my fart headcanons of the characters: how they fart and their attitudes towards it (and how they would feel farting on you) (long post)

Number 1 is Wa//lly Dar//ling🍎

This little guy doesn't fart around anyone unless he's really close to them, like Ba//rn//any or Ho//me. He likes to be a gentleman about it and maybe sneak off to a quiet place to toot if he's around other company. But more often than not, Wa//lly let's it slip accidently. He's such a little guy, if he has too much gas, he can't possibly hold it in for so long, which in itself is kind of embarrassing. And what do his farts sound like, you might ask? There's no sound! Just a gentle breeze *Fffffffffffffsssssss...* that smells vaguely of rotten apples. You almost wouldn't know he farted, only his blushing face giving him away. Sometimes he'll let out a particularly smelly one that makes a noise. A tiny noise like *Blrt.* or *Prt.* That'll make you go "aww." If he was asked to fart on you, he'd be a little confused. He's been taught that farts are rude but knowing that you find them delightful makes him feel good about it. But he's more comfortable doing lap farts. Face farts (especially bare butt face farts) get him so flustered.

Number 2: Ba//rn//aby B. Be//ag//le🐶

You wanna talk CONFIDENCE? Cause that's our be//ag//le! Man will fart anywhere, but will make sure his little buddy doesn't get caught in the wind storm. He does think it's funny to fart on Fra//nk though. Sometimes he'll use his farts in his gags or jokes, like farting into his microphone (and potentially blowing out the speakers), or saying things like, "That sure was a gas!" right before ripping a loud one. He would do the fart in a jar gag, but his farts are so powerful, he just breaks the glass. Yeah, his farts are loud, and burn your nose with their potent stink (as dog farts do) and given his size, they sound a lot like *BBBRRRRRPPPBBBRRRRRRRTTTT!* You'd be lucky to not pass out. Or at least get into a coughing fit. If you wanted Ba//rn//aby to fart on you, for one, you'll be buried under a huge, furry dog butt that stinks, but you'll be hit with enough gale force winds that'll knock you unconscious on the first fart. Still, he'll do it anyway. He's not one to yuck anyone's yum.

Number 3: Fra//nk Fra//nkl//y🦋

Just the OPPOSITE of Ba//rn//aby's attitude. Knowing him, he'd be WAY TOO embarrassed about farting, way more than Wa//lly. I imagine he's not a very gassy person, but whenever he gets gas, he'd try his hardest to hold it in until he's home. Or at least sneak off to a private spot. Because of this, he ends up getting bloated, his stomach distending enough to stretch the buttons on his vest. Ed//die has to be the one to rub the farts out of him, since Ed//die's the only one he's comfortable farting around. But he does get embarrassed when he needs help. But Ed//die doesn't mind. His gas usually gets held in a lot, so it's usually very long, like *Fffppplbbblllrrrrrt!* sounding a little wet and a little airy. Sometimes he'll try to *ahem* spread his cheeks to fart quieter, but sometimes that only makes it come out more wet sounding. If you wanted him to fart on you, it's gonna require a lot of convincing. But if he knows this is your thing, he'll happily do it, but only if you don't talk about it afterwards (unless you want to fluster him).

Number 4: Ed//die De//ar💌

Such a clumsy, scatterbrained mailman, I can't imagine it's easy for him to hold in his farts. Anytime he needs to, it just happens no matter what, and leaves his face burning with shame (but Fra//nk thinks it's kind of cute). He'll be holding a huge stack of packages and a huge fart, and trust me, neither of those are gonna be held for long despite his efforts (poor guy). They're not much, just little *BRRRRT!* or *FLRRRRRBBBBTTT!* mainly from his jeans. They do stink pretty bad though. But it's ok cause he's shame free about it around Fra//nk. If you wanted him to fart on you, he'd be a little awkward about it at first, but he'd still comply. He'd be more comfy lying on his stomach with your face in his butt, since he'd be scared of crushing you.

Number 5: Pop//py Par//tri//dge🦚

Ooh, the resident worrywart. She's the kind to think she's got something deeply wrong with her when her stomach hurts, only to be relieved (in both ways) if it's just gas. Like Wa//lly's, they're quiet and airy, but have a slight sound and only last one to two seconds, like *Ffft.* and *Ppprrt.* and they gently blow the strings on her apron. They also smell a lot like bird seed, since that's what she mostly eats. She'll also often wave her wing behind her after each one, despite how little they stink. She's very close to Sa//lly and Fra//nk, but its still hard to get comfortable farting around them. When asked to fart on you, she'll need heavy convincing just like Fra//nk, but when she's comfortable enough, she'll be gentle with you. She's a big bird after all.

Number 6: How//dy Pi//ll//ar🐛

Oh jeez, it's almost like we're talking about Ba//rn//aby again, except it's not as bad (but they're still pretty bad, trust me). I feel like it's implied he's vegan (he's a caterpillar so...) so I imagine he mainly has veggie fueled farts. They're not as potent as Ba//rn//aby's but they're still very stinky and powerful, and blow his apron strings so hard, they twist together, something like *BRRRRRPPPPPPRRRTT!* He's only really comfortable farting around Ba//rn//aby (who I imagine have fart contests together). He tries to keep his farts from slipping so as to not scare off his customers, but it's hard when all you eat is leaves. But it's mainly to keep the customers around. If he wasn't in his store, he'd be a little more comfortable farting in public. When asked to fart on you, How//dy would totally go for it, even if he does think it's a little weird. He'll even make a deal with you that if you can sit through his smelly farts while standing the weight of his body, you get a 50% off discount at his bodega.

Number 7: Ju//lie Joy//ful🌺

Being a rainbow monster, I feel like she actually has lovely scented, fragrant farts. Like the smell of strawberries or lovely flowers. It just seems like something a rainbow monster would do, but I like to think certain foods (maybe eggs or dairy) can turn her farts rotten. Her fragrant farts can be used to set a pleasant aroma in the air if there's no incense to use, and if she farts on a wilted plant, it'll be revived. Because of this, she's 100% confident farting in public, it doesn't matter who it is she's around. Sometimes her farts flutter her dress, being a little forceful and not as gentle as you may think. Farts typically sound like *Ffrrrrrraaaapppp!* a little wet, a little loud, and mainly high pitched (sometimes they hurt Ba//rn's ears). If you want her to fart on you, it won't be much trouble. She's totally down to endow you with her flowery scent and leave you feeling fresh.

Finally number 8: Sa//lly Star//let☀️

Let's end this long post with a bang. Sa//lly's a star, stars are made of gases, stars are also hot, therefore, Sa//lly has some loud, hot bubblers, like *SPPLLLRRRRBBBBBRRRRTTTSH!* and she has them a lot. But you'd never notice cause she's an expert in hiding her farts. No one's ever heard her fart (except maybe Pop//py), and if anyone heard it, they would never think it would come from Sa//lly. And when I say hot, anything she sits and farts on is left feeling hot to the touch. It's pretty embarrassing for her, even in private, considering the star she is, and believes she is. She also gets some pretty bad stomach aches from holding it a lot, but she won't dare go to anyone to relieve the pain. She'd much rather do it herself, even if it takes a while. Her farts are also full of helium so she's able to inflate balloons with her farts. And if you do want her to fart on you, you better be ready to be yelled at for even requesting something so disgusting. You'd have to either piss her off enough to warrant such punishments, or hide in her dressing room and wait for her to blow off some hot steam. Just be prepared for the room to get hot and stinky, and for your voice to get higher in pitch

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Ahh, to be with a gassy puppet! Sorry this post was so long, but your message made me so excited, so I just had to get these headcanons out. I might release more headcanons soon, but they'll be more situational based and not general like this one. Anyway, thanks for the post! Currently thinking about the neighbors all farting around me in a circle, all the different smells and sounds ringing out... it's nice hehe

[hoodie-prince-kid]

when yuo see a animal and your are like. you are a baby. you are a littel babie and smal. you are so small. smoll litle bab.y little and tniy. itty bitty. a small. a baby and a small babie. littrle. b aby. tiny fucignk guy. jsut a. litol gyu. littlle.

[whumping-newbie]

Whumpblr Re-Introduction Post

It’s been like.... 2 years since I made this blog and pretty much a year since I was properly active, but i figured now is as good a time as any to re-introduce my blog for the people that follow me!

Hello! I’m Abi, she/her, in my 20′s and i guess technically, no longer a whumping-newbie XD but i do not want to change my blog name. I have too many masterposts and links and i do not want to go to the effort of changing every SINGLE one because i changed the name so. The name is staying XD

I love to see reluctant whumpers, creepy captors, lots of hurt/angst and some spicy stuff too!

I have a few stories on this blog that are very much the definition of WIP XD perpetually in progress. But anyway! Under the cut for length.

My main project - Angel:

Most of the stories on this blog are from the perspective of my reluctant whumper, Michał, and his story can be found [Here]. If you’re interested in some of the less whumpy context for the story, it can be found on my writing blog [Here] (and the prequel [Here]). It’s a story about a Princess who is on the run after her country is overthrown and her father executed by the former army General - who will not stop until he has captured the Princess once again. Michał, who is loyal to the Princess, must try and keep his intentions hidden but do whatever he can to stop the General from finding the Princess.

I do have a dark AU for this story, but i don’t really know if i want to post it XD maybe if people are interested.

A project that is on hiatus but is nevertheless here - the Whumper Gathering, aka Lot 1′s Story:

Based on a post [x] [x] by @straight-to-the-pain and @scath001, whumpees are auctioned off and taken by very rich ppl. Idk the worldbuilding isn’t thought out that much XD but here features Lot 1 and a few other whumpees who find themselves caught up in this system. The master post is [Here].

And I find myself working on an ever-growing list of stories with the one and only @justplainwhump! She’s a fantastic writer and RP partner, and we have a few stories together! (most of which are on [her blog], but i really should post more of mine here XD)

Set in her Street Magic universe, one of my OC’s in there is Creepy Charles “Charlie” Atwood, a high-ranking councilman who is sadistic, and has something of an unhealthy obession with his best friend’s wife Marissa. Most of these stories are NSFW, and Sara’s blog is 18+, so I shall repeat this here. Please don’t read or interact with these if you are under 18. The stories are tagged and read-more’d, but please heed them.

There is the Charlie/Marissa/Jason story, where Marissa is held captive in Charlie’s basement and hurt a Lot.

And the Casino AU, a sandbox where Marissa and other whumpees are forced to work for an ultra exclusive brothel on the top floor of a luxury casino (created also with the help of @sableflynn!). (warning for humiliation, captivity, noncon (not explicit), intimate whumpers, sadistic whumpers, lady whump (mostly lady whumpees, but also lady whumpers), human trafficking) There’s plenty of angst, and very little comfort here. Except for #Maritessa. There is plenty of content here, including other collaborations with @what-a-whump and her amazing characters too! Dany and B comf gives me life tbh #Bany. My characters in this universe, aside from Charlie, include Emily Lola, a student who was brought to the casino because she fit a profile and no one will miss her, Mr Jamie and Mrs Leona Fiennes, a married couple searching for entertainment (overly cheerful and low key discovering their taste for sadism too).

For less whump, more comf, and some more character pieces (with a tiny bit of angst for good measure), this is Lilly’s Story - about Charlie’s daughter whom he disowned for her magic. This is more intrinsically tied to the Street Magic universe, but her story focusses on her relationship with a fellow mage.

Lastly, I have something that I would like to post soon. My gift for my secret sunflower from months ago lmao @greatandquestionablecontent!

A reluctant whumper, a fiesty lady whumpee, and a very terrifying grandma (and cats, lots of cats).

I think that’s everything? I would like to post more of my writing here but I need time and inspiration, but for now, this is a nice place to start for anyone who comes across my blog!

[level3music2021-22]

Song List

1. Hey Lover 1966 - lucy/Soraya rosie/drums zach/guitar ryan/bass luke/guitar 

2. Boys Don’t Cry 1979/86 - ryan soraya/bass luke/guitar lucy/drums Josh/guitar

3. Footloose 1984 - sophia hattie/drums kyle/guitar JD/bass Sam/keys Josh/guitar

4. Drain You 1991 - sophia luke/guitar kyle/drums JD/bass

5. Hallelujah- Kayleigh, Abi, Sam J

6. Tears Dry on their own 2006 - abi/guitar tino/keys ava

7. American Idiot 2004 - scarlett alfie/guitar ben/bass brandon/drums

8. Misery Business/Still into you (PARAMORE) 2007/2013- abi melissa alfie/guitar sam b/guitar brandon/drums ben h/bass

9. Black Sheep 2010 - sophia hattie/drums George/keys JD/bass kyle/guitar josh/guitar

10. Black Heart 2013 - erin megan ava/bass john/guitar sean/keys alex/drums

11. Dangerous Woman (Ariana) 2016 - melissa abi/bass alfie/guitar ben/guitar brandon/drums tiny/keys

12. Lonely Man 2018  - megan erin abi melissa ava/bass alex/drums josh/guitar sam j/guitar

13. All for Us 2019 - shanice fergus tino/keys abi/

bass keys elliot/drums

14. The Lean Recipe 2022 - Elliot/Fergus/Brooke/Erin Sam b/drums Serena/keys Sam J/guitar Ben H/bass

[jisoobrillant]

︿︿،، g r a c i a s ♡༊

oi pessoal! vim agradecer pelos 200 seguidores! o blog tá crescendo em um ritmo que eu não imaginava que seria possível. eu tô mto mto mto contente com isso 😭 fico taaaao feliz em ver que tem gente gostando do meu conteúdo 😭 eu espero melhorar cada vez mais nos meus icons e moods aqui 🎀🍼 queria me desculpar pela ausência as vezes, é difícil pra mim também, sem contar a preguiça e o ead. enfim, muuuuito obrigada, eu fico super feliz com o crescimento do blog, com as notas e tudo mais 😭😳 sou muito grata por isso, fico extremamente feliz com o apoio que recebo aqui. 😭 sei que meu blog ainda é pequeno mas assim como outros tumblrs eu me esforço bastante para criar os moods e icons, fico muito feliz em ver que esse esforço é valorizado

︿︿،، r e c e i t i n h a ♡༊

deixar uma receitinha aqui, espero que gostem, me esforcei pra deixar essa receita bem soft 😔 recomendo que vcs cliquem nas imagem para ver melhor

︿︿،، b l o g s q u e g o s t o ♡༊

@nyeonair @eunclip @webfeijao @abi-luv @sanrio-web @tiny-sky @ddaeso @k-orna @servamp-web @taetaeluvs ,@koochaelips , @smerald, @martesofsworld, @messyoui, @vanghoo, @kwanvr, @kimheederella @animeditsstuff @coffestuff @konan-web @yabukibabi @hskarttz

desculpa caso eu tenha me esquecido de alguém 😔

[hiyorisarugaki]

" Someone's feelin' unendeared today, I hear- " And he has heard loud and clear - her displeasure is very distinct. Woe be him as the harried husband of a dissatisfied wife, yet as he sidles over to her side, he is smiling. The front of his captain's haori brushes lightly against her back as he closes the remaining distance; long, lanky arms snake slowly around her petite form, tugging her backwards into his perfumed embrace. He enjoys her prickly warmth nestling up against his ribcage, and slouches lower to rub his cheek against hers.

" My bad; m'here now, ready to endear- " A silken drawl, teasing and intimate. Warm lips brushing indulgently over the pinkened shell of her ear. The rich, low whisper of a deeply affectionate tenor, interspersed by a mouth that cannot seem to stop kissing-

" Hiyoko~ " Kiss. " Darlin'~ " Kiss. " Koishii~ " Kiss. " Sweetheart~ " Kiss. " ...Baby. " Kiss. He turns her little round face to meet his own, continues to leisurely smother her with his endearments.

" ...Enough, love? Or more? " Kiss. Kiss, kiss, kiss-

Hiyori is in a huff. As usual. Something or someone has set her off and usually, the perpetrator is the love of her afterlife. She doesn’t really ask for much. She lets him go off to his job and spend late hours burning the midnight oil on missions and reports and other essentials that keep his squad members alive. She’s not asking him for every hour of every day. But she does want some attention. Particularly as the years go on and she’s no longer as urgently needed for shinigami business. It is one of the reasons she’s requested to train and perfect her bankai.

It is unknown if you can even learn bankai once you’re hollowfied. Is your soul too mutilated for you to connect with your zanpakuto? But then again… Hiyori is the queen of doing the impossible. If she can survive being bifurcated- her zanpakuto would answer the call to release its bankai.

She wanted to do it for herself- but more so for her friends. For him. The idiot who is already blowing her mind with his warmth and engulfing her in the perfumed confines of his haori. She inhales deeply before  rearranging her face into one of deep disgruntlement.

“Uhuh… sure yer here. Finally ready ‘ta see the monkey,” she mutters, although the usual bite in her voice recedes as soon as his lips start pressing kisses along the tips of her ear, right down to her jaw and neck. Tiny little kisses that were interspersed with the sweetest of endearments. It was an avalanche of tenderness she’s not been prepared for and grips on his wrists. Especially as he whisper-drawls the words she loves the most. Koishii… his wife… Hiyoko… darlin’… baby…

Shit.

She’s being won over so easily. Her moodiness evaporates slowly, but surely and she’s nuzzling his face in return as she turns in his embrace. She’s returning the kisses this time, laughing at the way he’s eager to continue. Her lips melt against his before she shakes her head, fingers stroking his face now that she can see the grin on his face.

“This is enough for now…” she only wanted his attention, she supposes. If she wasn’t so proud, she’d admit it to him. Instead, she blinks and continues to trace the angles of his face. How fond she is of him. She can admit this much though: “I’m happy 'ta see ya.”

[jjmaybankwildtimes]

That Beautiful Boy Pt. 3

JJ Maybank x OC

Summary// Eleanor Raines has been through hell and back in foster care. When she’s placed in a new home with an abusive foster dad and a beautiful broken boy inside, she faced with new adventures and forced to face her past.

Part 1, Part 2

WC// 1.1k

Warnings// Mild Cursing, Panic Attacks, Mentions of Abuse (squint a bit), Skinny shaming, self doubt

Authors Note// Hey!! I hope you all enjoy this part and please let me know if I missed any warnings!! Also again I am not a very good writer but I hope you like the fic nonetheless. I’d love any feedback you want to share or suggestions<3 Also the flashbacks are back ;)

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That morning I woke up earlier than either of the boys. I decided the least I could do was go and get some groceries for the Chateau. I looked around the small kitchen and noticed the snacks the guys had. Finishing up the small list I made, grabbing my money from the shift yesterday, I headed out the door. I borrowed a blue bike that was leaned up against the side of the house, praying the guys wouldn’t mind.

After finding the grocery store and loading up the bags on the handle bars, I headed off. Noticing a small thrift shop on the way back, I reminded myself that I needed some new clothes. I had to leave in a rush from the group home I was at, besides, most of my clothes were stolen by the other girls.

“A group home?” I whimpered to my caseworker Jordan. “Yes Eleanor, you know what happens when you are rehoused due to misbehavior.”. I admit, I had been a brat, but I had good reason. Also a group home would be better than being anywhere near Jonathan and his family. Maybe. Some deep and unwanted part of me missed them.

Shuddering, I returned from my day dream and trudged up the steps to the group home for girls.

I quickly hiked back to the Chateau, finding the boys to still be asleep. I happily put up the groceries and pulled out the pancake mix. After a minor issue with the stove, turns out two of the burners don’t work and one other makes huge sparks, I finished up a large stack of pancakes. I also got blueberries because they are my favorite and chocolate chips, because I’ve had lots of experience with boys and pancakes.

Suddenly, I heard two alarms going off. I began to rethink everything. What if they didn’t want me snooping in their kitchen? What if they are mad at me for using the bike? What if they don’t like pancakes?

When they walked out I began to ramble,

“I’m so sorry, I wanted to do something nice, so I got groceries but I looked through your cabinets and borrowed your bike and then I made pancakes, but I don’t even know if you guys like pancakes-“ I was cut off by two hands on my shoulders.

“Woah Ellie, breathe, you made pancakes, you are great!” John B reassured me.

“You’re not mad?” I meekly whispered.

“Blondie, you made pancakes? Damn, can we keep you around from a while?” This time JJ encouraged me.

“I got blueberries because they are my favorite, but I got chocolate chips too.” I smiled a bit looking up at the guys.

“Yum! Let’s eat!” John B grabbed a plate.

JJ stood and looked at me for a minute. It made me feel tiny, but not in a bad way. I was short, 5’2” and really thin. I had always thought to a fault. I had short, dirty blonde hair with beach like curls and pale olive skin with lots of freckles in the summer. My large brown eyes were definitely my best attribute in my opinion. Thinking of this brought me back to an ugly memory.

I was standing there with a tiny baby girl in my arms, screaming my head off, “I don’t want to Jonathan! I don’t want your help not if it comes with that cost!”.

“But why not?” he screamed back, “No one else would ever want that anyway! Not with that anorexic body!”. Tears streaming down my face, the baby in my arms began to cry. I rocked and shushed, trying to calm her down. I knew I couldn’t get her to stop, she was cold and her brother was a major source of body heat. I knew it, he knew, goodness even the baby knew it.

Looking to Jonathan, who had an evil grin on his face, I mentally kicked myself. But I had no other choice. Thinking about the chore list, the baby, and the four other siblings that would get home from school in an hour, I handed Jonathan his little sister. “Later tonight?” I questioned. “Yes, ma’am” He winked. I tried not to vomit in my mouth, as I went to clean the kitchen.

“Hey, Ellie? Ellie Belly?” JJ shook my shoulders.

“Sorry” Returned from my nightmare like daydream, “What’d you say?”

“Just that blueberries were my favorite too.” He smiled and patted my shoulder.

I spent the day surfing with John B and JJ. I wiped out, a lot. “So blondie, you are definitely not the best surfer in the obx!” JJ joked “Hey! Give me a break, it’s been seven years!” I laughed as we began the trek home.

I could barely stand by the time we got back to the Chateau I was so sore, but I didn’t care. Laughing as John B used a French accent you order pizza, I was quickly halted. In one split second JJ raised his hand to high five John B. Seeing this from my peripheral vision I flinched. Of course, both the boys noticed. Tearing up, I glanced down at my shoes. “Ellie, are you okay?” John B asked tentatively. I simply nodded and shakily went to stand up. I walked outside and didn’t stop until I got to the dock. Looking out over the water I told myself to breathe, but I felt that panicky feeling set in. No no no, this can’t be happening right now, but all I could think about was his hand and how many places it hurt me.

Preoccupied with sobbing and trying to regain control of my breathing, I didn’t notice JJ had followed me out the door. When I turned and saw him, he looked apprehensive. Despite this, he walked up to me. I though he was going to hit me or yell at me but he just wrapped me in his arms. “Hey, hey, Ellie breathe, just breathe.” JJ soothed. I tried and found myself focusing on his breathing which helped. A minute after I calmed down, JJ released me from his grip. Missing his warmth, I wrapped my arms around myself and smiled up at him. “Sorry.” I whispered. “No worries, believe me I’ve been there myself quite a few times.” We walked back to the Chateau in silence, ate pizza, laughed some more and went to sleep.

As I crawled into the guest bed, JJ knocked on the door frame. “Hey.” I said looking towards the absolutely breathtaking boy. “Hey Ellie Belly, if you ever need to talk, I’ve got you okay?”. I felt a warmth grow in my chest. “Okay, thank you JJ” I’ve never had anyone tell me that since my mom died. It felt happy. “Goodnight El.”, “Still trying new nicknames I see, goodnight JJ.” With a wink, he was gone.

I once again slept a deep sleep in the house I was quickly growing to deeply care for.

Sending lots of love and happy thoughts to each of you!! xoxo Abi

[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-“  

ᵖᵉᵏ

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.

[kanashii-na]

THEKCY said:   “  i’m scared.  ”

┋ 蒼炎⋙—.❝Well, that proves you’re not a fool. 

They say that the more intelligent you are, the more comprehending your fear can be. Sucks, doesn’t it? Easier to be a happy idiot.❞

  Dabi regarded the fledgling calamity, hosted within the shell of a tiny human girl; he didn’t envy her a bit, but he did give her credit for being able to recognize her fear, and strive to move and speak in spite of it. She had a courageous streak that set her apart from even adults. It was going to give her a lot of trouble, but, it wasn’t something that needed to disappear, either.     

   He crouched, one knee weighing against the floor, to better get through past all the components of the fear she voiced. A dry, scarred hand came to rest atop messy, silver tresses.

    ❝But you don’t have to be scared all the time. You’re pretty strong. And if you don’t feel strong, you’ve just gotta yank on one of us. We’ll sort it out for you ‘til you feel tough again. 

            Go ahead. Let’s see you make a tough little face.❞

[maybuds]

tagged by @the2headedcalf. thank you! ❣️

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pink in the night by mitski

such a simple thing by ray lamontagne

the predatory wasp of the pallisades is out to get us by sufjan stevens

ribs by lorde

eden (les) by nicholas britell (from the film “if beale street could talk”)

a case of you by joni mitchell

me and my dog by boygenius

baby can i hold you by tracy chapman

you don’t know how lucky you are by keaton henson

make it with you by bread

all because of you by stephen day

re: stacks by bon iver

you make loving fun by fleetwood mac

olympic girls (solo) by tiny ruins

live by billie marten

i wish i knew how it would feel to be free by nina simone

vincent by don mclean

everywhere by fleetwood mac

roses/lotus/violet/iris by hayley williams ft. boygenius

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[random-fanfics-101]

There’s Just Some Things You Don’t Understand

Peter Parker x reader

By: random-fanfics-101

Note: this is my first ever Peter Parker imagine thingy so bear with me! It got pretty long.

—————

She woke up. Again. For the twelfth night in a row. She just couldn’t take it. She couldn’t take his absence. She couldn’t go on without him.

She let her tears begin to fall, choking back her sobs as to not make too much noise. She held a hand over her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut, thinking maybe, if she just wished hard enough that it hadn’t happened, maybe everything would be okay again. Maybe she would wake up in the morning, Peter next to her, happy as can be.

She let her hand fall from her mouth to her stomach, gently caressing it like she had done so many times before in the last 4 and a half months. She tried so hard to not let any more sobs pass her lips, fearful of waking Peter, but she couldn’t contain her sobs anymore.

Peter quickly stirred awake, rubbing his sleep-deprived eyes and sitting up. He carefully placed an arm around her body and pulled her to him, holding her close to his chest. She was in his lap now, hands firmly pressed against his chest, nails digging in slightly. But he couldn’t feel it. It was hard for him to feel anything at this point. He was just... lost.

“I-I can’t..d-do it... Peter,” she mumbled into his chest, her tears soaking his bare skin. His droopy eyes flew open and he squeezed her tighter. She had never said that before, and he’d read about what late-term miscarriages could do to a mother’s mental state. “I... j-just c-an’t do it.”

“Don’t say that, Y/n, we’ll get through this,” he whispered into her hair. “You can do it. I promise.”

“B-but I need him, P-Peter. I-I can’t go on a-anymore without him...” her sobs got louder and her tears intensified. His chest was basically soaked, as it had been every day and night for the last two weeks. He was tired. They both were. But sleep was impossible to achieve at this point.

“I know, Y/n, I know. But you’ve gotta trust me, okay?” His brows furrowed as he nuzzled his face into her shoulder, trying his best to comfort her. Usually, he was very good at it. But this was something even he couldn’t understand. This was something even he couldn’t fake-smile his way through.

“W-why did it h-ave to be hi-m? W-why did it have to b-e ours,” she looked up at him, her eyelashes heavy with tears, nose bright red, face blotchy, and eyes full of... pain. Sorrow. Fear. Blame.

He hated it.

He hated it so much.

He looked down as he felt his own tears begin to well up. He wanted to stay strong for her. He really did. But he just couldn’t anymore.

He looked down as he let out a sob, letting the tears he’d been holding in since last night finally spill free.

No matter how hard Peter tried, he couldn’t get him off his mind all day. All he thought about was him. How he was supposed to hold his tiny hands. How he was supposed to change dirty diapers. How he was supposed to cradle his son till he fell asleep when he cried in the early hours of the morning.

And now he would get none of it.

He’d never get to hold his son.

Or see his first smile.

Hear his first cries.

Look into his little eyes and know everything would be okay.

He got none of it.

“I-I don’t know, Y/n. I don’t know,” her heart broke even more at his words. Not the words themselves, this was a pretty routine conversation at this point. But she cried at the helplessness in his voice. The way he tried to strangle back his crying, only to result in choked sobs that came out as voice cracks. He sounded so broken.

She laced her arms underneath his and squeezed him tight, thinking maybe if she showed him enough love, she could take away his pain. Peter did the same to her, with the same goal in mind. But they knew their attempts were futile. Hugs couldn’t fix hearts this broken. Only time could do that. And at this point they both wished desperately to find some sort of fast-forward button.

“I-I just want my b-aby. I j-just want our s-son,” she bawled harder now, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, and he mirrored her actions.

“M-me, too,” he gasped.

“I-I don’t know what to d-do witho-ut h-him, Peter. I d-don’t know what to d-do,” she shook her head helplessly, her hands shaking as they found their way into Peter’s curls.

“I-I don’t e-either,” he wept, the t-shirt of his she wore now wet with salty tears. They could only cry. There wasn’t anything else they could do.

“I-it’s my f-fault,” she mumbled, just barely loud enough for Peter to hear. He pulled her back by her biceps, probably a little harder than he should’ve, but loosened his grip once he realized it.

“Don’t ever say that, Y/n. Don’t you dare,” he shook his head. “This is not your fault. Not even a little bit. It... it just wasn’t meant to be.”

“Then why does it hurt so much?” Her head hung low as more tears fell from her eyes. “Why can’t I have my boy?”

He didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t anything he could say. He simply pressed his forehead to hers and sobbed with her. He silently hoped to himself- in the morning, everything will be okay. In the morning, it will be better.

But it didn’t.

The second the two would open their eyes, sore and bloodshot from crying, they would just wish they could’ve never woken up. The same cycle was repeated daily. Wake up. Choke down a scrambled egg or two. Occupy yourself with house chores. Avoid the nursery at all costs. Go to bed. Cry. Wake up. That’s all they ever did anymore.

People were starting to wonder where Spiderman was. And so was Peter.

“You should go out today, Peter,” he heard her behind him. He turned, letting the red and blue fabric in his hands fall back onto the bed. He shook his head lightly, turning back to it.

“I can’t leave you here alone,” he said, more to himself than his wife.

“You have to start going out. People are starting to worry,” she said, walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her face into the back of his shoulder to give him kisses.

“They can worry all they want. You come first,” he mumbled, closing the case. She only squeezed him a bit harder, trying not to let any tears fall.

“We’ve got to drink some water or something. I think we’re getting dehydrated,” she whispered.

“I don’t doubt it. My head is killing me,” he turned to hold her. Her head went to his chest, like it always did. Even though he didn’t think he was tall enough to make her feel it, she always felt safe with him anyways. He kissed the top of her head, wishing so badly he could just take her pain away. He knew it would be at least two years before they tried again. Even though he wasn’t super eager to try again, he still wanted a family with her.

“Let’s go,” she said, softly grabbing his hand and dragging him to the kitchen. His son still crossed his mind, her gentle touch reminding him of the way a baby wraps their tiny fingers around your own. He felt tears prick his brown eyes, but blinked before they could escape.

“It’s gonna be a long time, Peter. It’s okay to cry,” she said, playing with the hem of his sweater as she looked at his glossy eyes. He wrapped an arm around her, the other resting on the counter, nuzzling himself into her neck as they cried in the kitchen.

•••••

It was painful. It was miserable. It was the most abhorrent torture their minds, hearts, and souls had ever endured. But they did it. And a year and a half had passed. They went on with their normal lives, Peter working in his position at Stark Industries and web-slinging around Queens, her working in her office with her graphic design clients, though she couldn’t focus on her work.

She was late, exhausted, and nauseous beyond belief. 4 tests had confirmed that she was pregnant again, yet she couldn’t decide if she was happy or terrified. She’d been down this road before and she didn’t know if she could do it again. Well, actually, she was 100% sure she could do this again, but she wasn’t sure how Peter would react. What if he didn’t want her to be pregnant again? What if he wasn’t healed as much as she thought and it destroys him? What if he leaves?

She waited quietly for him to come in through the window, excited for him to see the surprise she had for him.

*tap tap tap*

She looked to the dining room window, quickly getting up and unlatching the bottom. Peter, throwing his mask onto the table, lifted it quickly, pushing himself into the house and closing it again. He leaned in for a kiss but stopped halfway- quickly closing the blinds.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him close and kissed him more passionately than ever. He froze for a second, taken aback, but nonetheless kissed back, letting his hand travel to the back of her neck. She pullled away breathless, and quite frankly, scared to death.

“Jeez. Does this suit really make my ass look that good?” He chuckled, earning a small giggle from the love of his life.

“Well, it does, but that’s not why I’m so happy to see you,” she smiled, pushing herself up onto the counter.

“Oh really? Then why are you?” He smirked, placing his hands on either side of her.

“Go get your normal clothes on and I’ll tell you,” she said, giving him a quick peck on the lips. He smiled and gave a Kurt nod, walking to the bedroom. She slapped his ass as he turned around, earning a fake offended face from her goofy husband. He followed up with a chucked and was soon back in the dining room, jeans and a gray v neck securely on his body.

“Alright, so what’s my present?” He beamed, pressing his hands on either side of her on the counter. She wound her arms around his neck, hands finding their way to his hair, like they always did. He pressed his forehead against hers, making her decide to close the gap between them.

The kiss was sweet, loving, and a little bit scared on her part. He pulled back, a smile still plastered on his face.

“Seriously, why are you so lovey?” He chuckled. She groaned, letting her head fall back.

“It’s in the oven,” she spoke quietly. He quickly pulled his hands off the counter and went to the oven.

“If you made me a cake, I am going to make you the happiest woman in the world tonight,” he said, opening the oven door. He looked in, quite confused. He glanced at his wife, who was blushing and grinning, still sitting on the countertop.

“It’s not hot or anything. You can just grab it with your hands,” she said, earning a small nod from him before he grabbed the small, heart-shaped cake pan. He set it carefully on the stovetop, analyzing it carefully. In the pan was a small dinner roll, a white ribbon wrapped around it and elegantly tied in a bow.

“It’s uhhh...” he wondered to himself. “It’s a bun?” He turned and looked at her, her smile still very evident on her face. He tried to keep himself from smiling at her, but barely could. “What? You look like you’re just waiting for me to figure it out. Just tell me!”

“Well, where was the bun?” She smirked, glancing between her hands in her lap and the loveable man before her. He looked back down at the peculiar pan.

“Well it was in the-” his face dropped from a smile into surprise. She couldn’t tell if it was the good kind of surprised or the bad kind. He stared down at the white ribbon, gaze flickering between the bow and his wife. “There’s a bun in the oven?” His voice was so quiet, it was almost a whisper. His head snapped over to look at her, eyes lingering down to her stomach.

She nodded lightly, scared of his reaction. She could feel her heartbeat in her fingertips. She twiddled her thumbs to try and keep her hands from shaking. She bit her bottom lip as she looked between her hands and Peter once again.

“There’s a bun in the oven?” He said again, more to himself this time. A confused, pondering, and maybe a little agitated (?) look crossed his featured, eyebrows knitting together and forming that cute little crease right above the bridge of his nose. As quickly as they’d lowered, his brows raised. His eyes seemed bright now, he looked at Y/n, a smile slowly forming on his face. “There’s a bun in the oven!” He said gleefully.

He took the two steps to his wife and grabbed her off the counter, her arms sticking to her sides as he held her happily like a little girl holding her favorite stuffed animal. He cautiously lowered her, making sure her feet were firmly on the ground before letting go. He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his forehead to her lower abdomen.

“We’re pregnant,” he whispered, pressing his lips against her and squeezing her tighter- but not too tight. She smiled and ran a hand through his hair, letting the other rest on his arm that was draped around her waist.

“We’re pregnant,” she repeated.

•••••

Her screams echoed through the room as she squeezed his hand tighter than ever before. He was pretty sure it was broken- there is no way the bones in his hand could survive that. Not even if he had superpowers.

He pressed his lips against her temple, not paying attention to the sweat that covered it.

“You’re doing great, baby, just keep holding on,” he spoke softly.

“It hurts so bad Peter,” she whimpered, shoulders relaxing as the painful contraction slowly faded away. “Please make it stop!” Her voice slowly rose with every syllable as another contraction rippled through her body, feeling as though there was a needle pricking the end of each nerve she had.

“I wish I could, Y/n, you know I do. You’ve just gotta pull through, okay? We get to meet our little boy if you get through this, you can do it,” he whispered, pressing light kisses all over the left side of her face. She let out another helpless cry, more tears making their way out of her eyes. He didn’t mind the pain going through his hand and shooting up his whole arm anymore. It was the least he could do.

“I-I don’t know if I can do it, Peter,” she cried, relaxing again as the contraction weakened.

“Yes you can, you can do it. Baby, I know you can,” he gave her a light smile as the doctor entered the room. Y/n was so used to her coming in to check how far she was that she barely noticed, her eyes still locked with Peter’s.

“Mrs. Parker?” The blonde woman said, causing them both to look at her. “You’re gonna have to get ready to push soon. I’m just going to go get a little assistance and we’ll get to it, okay?” She asked, earning a nervous nod from Y/n.

“Thank you,” Peter smiled at her before she turned and left.

“Peter I can’t,” she sobbed, squeezing his hand again as another contraction made her insides feel like they were burning. You’d think she’d be getting used to it after 9 hours, but they were only getting worse.

“Yes you can, Y/n. You can do it. You’ve got to,” he whispered, giving her cheek a long kiss. She nodded, trying to convince herself she could. Right as she was wishing this was all over and she was holding her baby boy, the doctor came back in with 3 other nurses and Peter’s friend Harry (picture Harrison in the roll of Harry Osborn), who was almost more excited than Peter to meet the little one. Almost.

“Okay, Y/n, it’s time to start pushing, okay?” She said as Harry came to her side, grabbing hold of her other hand.

“No, no, no. I can’t. I’m not strong enough,” she cried.

“Y/n, you’ve put up with Peter for 7 years now. You’re strong enough to bring your baby into the world,” Harry said, trying to lighten the mood just the slightest bit, and failing. However, he did move Y/n to bravery.

“O-okay,” she said. “I think I’m ready.”

“Okay, hun, on the count of three... one... two... three!”

Y/n’s scream filled the room as she crushed both Peter and Harry’s hands, back arching because of the pain. She threw her head back against the pillow, chest heaving. She’d never felt this exhausted in her whole life.

“Great job, Y/n, you’re going amazing. Let’s go again, okay?” She waited for Y/n to nod before counting down. “One... two... three!”

She let out another scream and collapsed after about 10 seconds, another, smaller scream taking over after she’d stopped. Suddenly, all of the pain, exhaustion, and tears of agony stopped when she saw her beautiful little boy, his arms and legs wiggling about as he cried. Her breath hitched, as did Peter’s. It was his turn to squeeze her hand.

The doctors asked Peter to come over, handing him a scissor-like object and instructing where to cut the umbilical cord. He smiled as he went back to his spot next to his wife as they began to wipe the waxy substance from their child.

“You did it, Y/n, you did it!” Harry smiled, kissing the woman on the cheek. But she was unphased by it, watching as they cleaned her baby up, placing it on her chest.

She let her fingers run over the back of his head as he wailed against her. She’d never seen such a beautiful sight, and never heard such a wonderful sound. His crying weakened as he felt her run fingers against him, his tiny hands balling up into fists as he realized he was with mommy again.

“He’s so gorgeous,” Peter said, just above a whisper. She could only nod, not able to stop the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. Finally. What she’d wanted for three years. She finally had her son. Not the one she had wished for so badly two years ago, but the one that had saved her from her own misery. She looked down at him, careful to not let any tears fall on his tiny head, thanking God for giving her this gift. For finally giving her her little boy.

His crying had ceased and she still sat speechless, staring down at the tiny body that was laid against her own. He whimpered quietly as she wrapped her arms around him, looking at the tiny features he had. She finally let her head fall back, breathing a sigh of relief as she realized he was real. He was here. She wasn’t dreaming like she feared she had been. One of the nurses came over again, taking hold of her baby gently and taking him just a few feet away.

They took his measurements-weight, length- and cleaned him up the rest of the way, wrapping him in a soft, blue blanket and placing a tiny blue hat on his head. Y/n held her arms out needily, eyes never leaving their boy. The nurse thoughtfully placed him in her arms, and she carefully brought him close to her chest.

“He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Harry whispered, resting his elbows against the side of the bed and leaning over to stare at the infant.

“He really is,” Y/n’s voice cracked as she spoke, more tears leaving her eyes. She’d never been this happy before in her life, and Peter obviously felt the same.

“Our wedding day was great and all but this makes it seem like it was just an average day,” Peter whispered, gingerly pressing his nose against his son’s little head, inhaling the new-baby smell deeply, an aroma he’d feared he’d never get the chance to smell. Tears pricked his eyes as he finally realized he was here. His baby boy. His tiny little son.

“He’s so perfect,” Y/n whispered, her eyes still glued to her son. Peter tore his eyes away from their little bundle of joy for a second to look at his beautiful wife, who somehow could still smile after 9 hours and 21 minutes of almost unbearable pain. Who could still weep tears of joy after all the heartbreak she’d been through.

Harry quietly got up, saying he would come back in awhile. “You two need a little alone time with your boy. I’ll be back in about an hour,” he smiled, quietly leaving the room.

She lifted him up to her, resting her lips his forehead, causing him to let out a choked grunt. “My beautiful baby boy,” she whispered, more droplets escaping her eyes. “I love you so much.”

Peter absent mindedly let his fingers trail up and down his son’s cheek, quietly enjoying the soft, tender skin. The couple’s hearts almost stopped when he yawned, tiny lips curling into an O. His eyes slowly opened, dark irises immediately connecting with Peter’s. Y/n could hear Peter’s breath stop, a smile spreading on his face as his son’s tiny mouth opened, looking at his daddy almost in awe before breaking into the tiniest smile they’d ever seen.

“First smile,” Peter whispered, the tears in his eyes finally spilling over the edges. Y/n’s tears followed, feeling the most happiness she had ever felt in her life. Her baby smiled at his daddy, and that tiny gesture meant so much more to her than she had ever thought it would.

After about two minutes of just staring at the little baby, he started to cry again. Instinctively, y/n pulled down one sleeve of her medical gown and fed him, making his crying cease immediately. Peter still couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

“What should we name him?” Y/n asked. They’d talked about names during the pregnancy, but they could never find one that was just right.

“Well... I was thinking... Tony,” Peter said, carefully moving his eyes from his son to his wife, scared to see her reaction. She only smiled, eyes still on her son.

“Tony Benjamin Parker,” she whispered, causing Peter’s eyes to light up. “I like it.” She stared up at her husband, the right side of his mouth curling into a smile.

“Tony Benjamin Parker it is, then,” he pressed his lips against hers, both of them quickly pulling away to look on at their tiny bundle of answered prayers.

[sewercircus]

Among the quiet dripping of water flowing through pipes, a soft sound could barely be made out through the network of the sewers if one listened close enough. A simple tune, melodic and soft and shrill as the tinkling of a music box played away, completely undisturbed.

If one would track down the source, they would find a hill of lost possessions, a stage box sitting upon it all, and Pennywise lying on its stomach in front of the fiery backdrop as it listened with interest to the tiny music box sitting in front of it, kicking its feet in the air behind it while resting its chin on its arms.

Humans were nothing more than cattle to it, but it found over the centuries that certain things that they created were worth its interest, one such thing being the tiny boxes that carried a different song in each one. It was such a simple creation, but Pennywise had found them irresistible and had quite the collection of them.

Baby blue eyes drooping as the song continued on, the relaxed eldritch being was growing to be unaware of its surroundings, dangerously so.

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