#where they were having no luck in fertility so adopted

[kiame-sama]

[Human reader being filmed while having a rare moment to themselves] This is human reader. Human reader likes her personal space.

[next shot is Human Reader being crowded by the Monster twst cast] This is Monster Twst, they also like human reader’s personal space.

Jokes aside I love your au! I think it’s really breathed some life into the aus of twst!! I especially love your world building!! I must admit, when I first read some of the monsters that you picked for the cast I was hesitant, but now I can’t imagine them as anything else? Especially Rook!! When I first went into this au I was expecting a wolf, some breed of hunting dog, maybe a bird of prey, something like that right? But I can totally see him as a spider now!!

If I may ask, this is in regards of poachers in your au, are they strictly trying to kill reader, or are there poachers hoping to catch her as like, an exotic pet? What would be the ratio/market for that? Personally speaking, I can totally see someone trying to get close to the royals/high ranking families of the twst guys by stealing reader and presenting them as like an “exotic pet” (even though I know it would end awfully for that person) imagine Hades or Maleficant’s reaction to that… yikes. On the other hand, if someone tried to gift reader to Leona’s family, that would be like free PR for them. Like imagine the show of “we would never!” and the following act of showing how trustworthy they are in taking care of such a “fragile species” you’d have to pry Reader away from their cold, dead, furry grippers

Oh!! And do you have any old wives tales/folk legends regarding humans and, well, their body parts? Ik this sounds morbid, and I’m so sorry, but I have a headcanon that some humans were used for potions. Idk what kind of potions, but I just know someone was dripping blood or throwing hair into a cauldron. I also can’t get this thought out of my head of some guy in twst having a “lucky charm” that’s like, human hair or something, kinda like rabbits feet, that “their grandpa passed down to them and it’s been In the family for generations”, you know? Last question, I promise, do you think Crowley has a secret collection of human artifacts? I can totally see Reader snooping around and finding an ancient cookbook or a map of the island that shows you where you can finds herbs, spices, fruit, and safe places to hunt

Warnings: poachers, talk of Human consumption, my monster AU, history of my AU, some Crowley history for this AU,

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- The poachers are not only trying to kill the Last Human, though there are many. Some are seeking this Human to be a pet, either for themselves or someone very influential. Some are seeking to be 'middle-men' and take the Human to sell later down the line. There are even a few older Fae poachers looking to 'raise' this Human as they lost their own adopted Human children a while back and seek to rekindle that feeling even if this Human is technically an adult already.

- Some poachers do seek to kill this Human and sell them piece by piece to whoever is buying. Human wombs and testicles were often used in 'fertility' potions as it was believed Humans were fertile universal breeders (they technically were, but consuming their parts did nothing for monster-folk fertility). Human teeth were often collected by Fae as luck charms (hence the idea of a tooth fairy) and many Fae who raised Humans still have their Human's baby teeth or have since passed those teeth on to their descendants. Many poachers are looking to get and sell the Human's teeth for charms, the meat to those eccentric monsters that want the rarest meat, their reproductive organs for these 'folk-medicines', and the other parts to whoever will pay enough for them.

- Those Poachers that seek to sell the Human as an exotic pet will absolutely go to the most influential they can think of- Hades and Malefecent are high on that list given their age and power- but several dignitaries and Kings/Queens are also on the list of potential buyers for a pet Human. Some even seek to take this Human to put in a Zoo/nature preserve as this is the last of a species after all, why not parade this specimen around for all to see? It will end very poorly regardless of who these poachers try to sell the Human as a pet to, but ESPECIALLY bad in the case of Falena, Maleficent, and Hades for different reasons.

- None of these poachers realize THE Malleus Draconia has already staked a claim and made this Human part of his Hoard. Some would stop dead in their tracks and give up the hunt if they were to find out, some are desperate enough to try their luck. None will succeed if Malleus has anything to say about it.

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- Crowley does have a lot of Human artifacts! He is a Crow and Humans made such lovely items that he has collected quite a bit. (Y/n) isn't the only Human Crowley has tried to keep before. He is determined to keep this one, unlike the last little female Human six-hundred years ago who was unfortunately taken away from his care for reasons. He loves Humans. LOVES them. He loves that they are such a diverse species and he loves the way Humans just make things work even between monster-folk that traditionally hate each other.

- Crowley collects Human things and fully sees this current Human as his chick. He will try to parent them regardless of how old they are. He loves the idea of raising his own Human and is somewhat hoping this Human can give him that sense of parental success or even provide a half-human infant he can raise later on. Of course, he is not sure who he would ever allow to mate his precious chick in order to make that half-human infant, but the idea is still one he holds out hope for.

[shmaptainwrites]

Do you have thoughts on how Wilson would react if he and reader were trying to get pregnant but having trouble and they found out it was due to him having fertility issues/etc.

Totally understand if you feel uncomfortable answering this or find it weird. Very sorry if this makes you uncomfortable!

interesting ask anon! i had to think about this for a while, but this is how i see it playing out

if you were really excited to have a family i could see wilson’s initial reaction being guilt. like he wants to be able to give you anything and everything you want and the thing you hold closest to your heart is something he can’t or is struggling to give to you

after finding out maybe there’s more than a few nights where you wake up and see him sitting on an arm chair across from the bed and he just looks deep in thought and a little sad and no matter what you say it seems as though he doesn’t quite believe you. like he doesn’t believe that you don’t blame him, or that you’re not upset with him, and it’s not until the roles are reversed and one night he finds you sitting in the armchair at half past two in the morning, and he asks you what’s the matter and you respond with “i don’t know what to say to you to make you believe me”

he sees how heartbroken you look and he feels even worse than before, now getting out of bed and coming to your side, holding your hand and finally saying out loud that he’s scared he’s failed you as your partner, as your husband, and he wants so badly to be able to give you that family you’ve always wanted (and that he’s always wanted), but he can’t and he doesn’t know what to do with himself because of it

you squeeze his hand and maybe fix the hair that’s fallen over his forehead and tell him that if this is still something you both really want there’s other options for you. you can adopt or foster kids, try different treatments or ways of getting pregnant, your journey doesn’t have to end there

wilson wonders how he managed to luck out with you, being so understanding and not caring that maybe your family wouldn’t grow in the traditional way most did, but whatever happened the end goal and thought was the same, you wanted to raise children together and you would love them and they would be yours no matter where they came from

and maybe after some time processing, it becomes easier to discuss those other options and see what those routes would look like and it’s like there were never any hiccups and issues in the first place because you’re both just as excited as before to go on that journey of parenthood together even if it doesn’t look the way you originally thought it might

send me your sfw RSL character x reader thoughts

→ accepting asks for james wilson, cruise, and peter müller

→ i’ve seen up to 5x17 of house — NO SPOILERS PLEASE

[unknowntoyou2205]

Set fire to the rain

Info: Y/n Hermann had married Kelly 4 years ago and now there trying to take their relationship to the next step. Now trying for a baby they struggle with how long it takes, and they fear they may never bare their own child.

Relationship: Kelly Severide x Hermann daughter

Warnings: Pregnancy struggles, mentions of infertility

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Y/n sighed as she stared down at the white stick in her hand. Another negative. Y/n and her husband Kelly had been trying to start a family, the next step in their relationship after marrying 4 years ago. They had meet via y/n's father Hermann, and they had instantly met it off. Y/n worked as a receptionist in the fire department and that was where Kelly first seen y/n. He had voiced his interest on the than 24 year old but had soon be shut down when Hermann told him that she was his daughter. It was actually y/n who started the relationship, by asking Kelly out for drinks, where Kelly than fell for her.

The two had dated for 4 years before Kelly popped the question. Now the two were ready to start the next chapter in their lives, but it was proving to be more difficult than they thought.

Y/n looked up at Kelly to see his eyes red as he tried not to cry. Wanting to comfort her husband, she pulled away from him before getting up and standing in front of him, pulling him into a hug. Kelly wrapped his arms around her waist as the two held each other, letting their frustrations out. Trying to get pregnant wasn’t easy, which felt ironic with all the time before marriage they tried to prevent an unplanned pregnancy. Kelly was always unsure of if he wanted kids, he didn’t exactly have a role model of a father to look up to, but that changed when y/n would often rope him into watching her siblings with her. Y/n had always smiled watching Kelly with her kid siblings, dreaming of the day they had their own.

“No luck.” Kelly voiced, eyeing his wife as she walked back out of the bathroom with the stick in hand.

“No.” Y/n spoke, tears filling her eyes as Kelly sighed in disappointment. “I’m sorry.” She stated, looking down as she sat beside him on the bed.

“Hey, why are you sorry. It’s not your fault.” Kelly stated, throwing an arm over her shoulder before kissing her head and leaning against her.

“But what if it is. What if I can’t have kids. Kelly all I’ve ever wanted was to be a mom but now..”

“Hey, it’ll happen. We’ll have our little one.” Kelly spoke, wrapping both arms around her, pulling her towards him.

Y/n sighed as she leaned on her husband’s chest.

“It’s been nearly a year Kel, maybe it’s not meant to be.” Y/n spoke, allowing a few tears to shed.

“I know.” Kelly sighed, bringing a hand up to wipe his eyes.

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“Maybe we should explore other options, get help, support.” Kelly spoke after a few minutes of them being silent in each other’s presence.

“Like adoption?” Y/n asked as they pulled away, playing with Kelly’s hair.

“I was thinking of going to a fertility clinic. But if you want to go down adoption I’m all for that.” Kelly smiled weakly, kneading his thumb into y/n’s waist as he held them.

“I always wanted a child of my own, but I also always thought it would be easy to happen.” Y/n explained, looking Kelly in the eye.

“I know it’s not easy to go down that route, but we’re both exhausted y/n. We’ve been trying for so long, let’s take a break, spend time on us, organize a meeting with someone. See how it goes.” Kelly spoke, leaning his forehead on hers.

“Yea.” Y/n sighed, allowing Kelly to peck her lips.

“Come on, let’s head to work.” Kelly sighed, patting her sides before gently pushing her away from him as he stood up.

“Lonely bed tonight.” Y/n sighed in mock disappointment.

“Hey, at least your bed is comfy. Single beds are not great for a married man who’s used to his wife by his side.” Kelly smirked, pulling y/n to his side after grabbing his duffel bag.

“Seemed pretty comfy to me that one time.” Y/n smirked as she teased her husband with a wink.

“Behave.” Kelly scolded her, elbowing her away from him as they made their way to the front door.

Y/n stretched as she sat up from her desk two weeks later. Kelly and her were finishing work early to get out to meet the fertility clinic. The plan was to have their first consult, and the couple would go through an examination each to see where they were. They had chosen to keep their plans to themselves, not wanting Kelly’s co- workers to ask too many questions. There had been teasing among them when Kelly said they were leaving early, and Hermann had badgered his daughter, asking her what was going on. He had seen how tired the two were, and worried about the two, having started seeing Kelly as an extra son when he started dating his daughter.

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“You’d tell me if there was something wrong, right?” He had asked y/n when she entered the kitchen for a coffee that morning.

“Dad, stop worrying. Everything is A okay.” Y/n smiled, kissing her father’s cheek.

“You look tired.” He noted, eyeing her weary eyes.

“I’m not a morning person, you should know that.”  Y/n smirked over her mug before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Uhuh.” Hermann sighed, taking the mug from y/n to set it down before pulling her into a hug, y/n meeting Kelly’s eyes over her father’s shoulder.

Kelly meet y/n at the cock pit of 51, leaning against squad’s truck as he looked out. Y/n had laughed a little at the sight, remembering all the times they had spent kidding behind that truck when they first started dating. Kelly pulled her into a hug as she got in front of him, before taking her bag from her as they walked to y/n’s car. It was silent as they drove to the clinic. Y/n and Kelly had a habit of playing with their rings when they were nervous, and if anyone seen them copying each other in the waiting room, they surely would of laughed.

The meeting was short, with the nurse explaining what was going to happen and the steps that may be possible. She explained that with y/n being a young, healthy woman, IVF was a possible choice. The couple were soon brought to separate rooms for their physical, and then it was a waiting game. Y/n was a nervous wreck for the week long wait, and the duo became quiet around everyone, worrying them to no end. But than their meeting came around, and Kelly and y/n held hands as they waited in the office for their doctor to sit down, file in hand.

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“Mr and Mrs Severide, how are you both feeling?” The doctor smiled at them, seeing how nervous they are.

“Anxious to know our results.” Y/n spoke, looking at Kelly before looking at the woman in front of them.

“Well I’m happy to confirm that I am happy with the way you both are. Kelly your sperm quantity and hormone levels are up to the standard for fertilization. Y/n, your egg quality and quantity seem normal for a woman your age, your hormone levels are good, ultrasound and x- ray came back clear. You are both healthy individuals. A perfect candidate for IVF treatment.” The doctor smiled and the couple looked at each other, a watery smile on their faces.

“If everything is how they are expected, why aren’t we able to conceive ourselves?” Y/n asked, disheartened at the news.

“Sometimes there is no explanation to why someone can’t conceive naturally. But there is no shame in not being able to. Y/n, you are a healthy individual, and sometimes the body just needs a helping hand, and that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you y/n, just because you struggle to conceive.” The doctor smiled sadly, and Kelly squeezed her hand with a soft smile.

“What happens now?” Kelly asked.

“I’m not going to lie. The next few weeks are going to be tough, there may be some disappointments along the way. Y/n will go through a series of treatments to prepare her body for the extraction of her eggs. From there we will fertilize them. Once we know how many fertilized, we can then go through the process of embedding the egg into y/n’s womb, from there it’s a waiting game.” The doctor explained, and y/n looked at Kelly.

“What are the chances of this working?” Y/n asked.

“Unfortunately I cannot give a definite answer to that. Everyone is different. And it’s important that you don’t compare yourself to other people’s experience. Focus on your own, how many rounds you do is up to you. We go at your pace.”

“Okay, when can we start?” Y/n breathed, and Kelly smiled as he wrapped an arm over her shoulder.

The following few months were tiring. Y/n would take her injections, but with her fear of needles, Kelly would help her with them. During work, y/n would go into Kelly’s office and he would keep her injections in a mini fridge in his office. The daily injections were daunting, but it became apart of their routine, and the results were what they thought of, even with the discomfort of y/n’s abdomen.

Y/n sighed and looked around to see the firemen that surrounded them before nodding her head for her dad to follow her, which he did. She didn’t say anything till they got to Kelly’s office, and she opened the door, letting her father in first before closing it behind them. Kelly looked up in confusion at the father daughter duo.

“Hey y/n, you ok?” Hermann asked his daughter one day as she held her stomach slightly.

“Yea dad I’m fine.” Y/n stated, getting a glass of water.

“Are you in pain, I can get Brett to look you over if you like.”

“No dad, it’s fine, stop worrying.” Y/n sighed, getting annoyed.

“What’s up with you lately? Your not yourself lately.”

“Dad..”

“No y/n, please talk to me. I’m your father, it’s my job to look out for you. Is there something going on between you and Kelly because..”

“Oh my God dad stop. Me and Kelly are fine. It’s just..”

“What is it?” Hermann asked softly, placing a hand on y/n’s shoulder.

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“What’s going on?” Kelly asked, looking between the two.

“We have to tell him Kelly, he’s annoying me with his pestering.” Y/n sighed, looking at her husband while hearing Hermann mutter.

“Sorry for caring about my daughter.” Hermann muttered, and y/n smiled slightly as she kissed his cheek before sitting on Kelly’s bed.

“Come sit.” Y/n smiled, patting the space beside her.

“What you have to tell me?” Hermann asked softly, looking between his daughter and son in law.

“Y/n and I have some news. But don’t over react about it.” Kelly stated, and gave Hermann a look as he went to object.

“Fine.” Hermann said, shaking his head slightly.

“Kelly and I, we’re ready to take the next step in our relationship.” Y/n spoke, looking at her father as he made a look of slight disgust, “But it’s been hard.” She looked at Kelly to continue.

“We weren’t able to get pregnant naturally, so we decided to get some advice. We went through some tests and went through our options.” Kelly stated.

“We’re going through IVF at the minute.” Y/n spoke, and Hermann looked at y/n.

“Oh sweetie, why didn’t you tell me or your mum.” Hermann spoke, placing an arm around his daughter.

“It’s been hard dad. Every negative test made us feel like something was wrong. And it was so hard to accept that it wasn’t going to happen ourselves. I didn’t want to admit that.” Y/n spoke, and Hermann sighed, bringing y/n into a hug.

“So, what’s happening now?” Hermann asked, still holding his daughter in his arms.

“At the minute y/n’s taking injections, than when the course if finished hopefully, with some examinations, she’ll be ready for egg extraction. They’ll fertilize her eggs and then we find out how many eggs we have. Hopefully.” Kelly added at the end.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just being here is enough dad.” Y/n spoke, feeling Hermann kiss her head.

“I’m here for you, for both of you.” Hermann spoke, reaching over y/n’s head to put a hand on Kelly’s shoulder.

“Thanks Hermann.” Kelly smiled.

A few months later y/n had gone through her extraction and was on her way to the center. She had received a call yesterday that 4 out of 10 of her eggs had fertilized, and once she hit ovulation they would implant it in her uterus to see if it would stick. Kelly was beside her, holding her hand as they drove to the center. They had booked the two days off work so y/n had no stress.

Kelly sat in the waiting room while y/n went through her implantation. He couldn’t stop fiddling with his ring, even after the doctor told him he could go in. He tried not to laugh at y/n’s grogginess, seeing her sleepy state made her smile. He kissed her head before holding her hand, listening as the doctor explained how the next few weeks would go. There would be a 14 day wait before they would know if they fertilized embryo stuck. She advised them not to take an at home pregnancy test before sending them home, telling y/n to relax and not stress too much.

The 14 days flew by, and the day of the test came by, with y/n feeling anxious. She held a tight grip on Kelly’s hand as she got her blood drawn, and then the waiting begun. Squad were on call when y/n received the call, and her father was sitting beside her at her desk when her phone rang.

“Hello?” “It is.” “Okay.” “uhuh” “okay” “Thank you.”

“What is it?” Hermann asked her daughter, seeing the look on her face.

“It’s the clinic.” Y/n stated, and Hermann sat up straight as he looked around.

“I’m here for you.” He stated when he seen no one around, taking y/n’s hand and rubbing his thumb against her knuckles.

Y/n’s controlled voice did nothing to control Hermanns nerves. She tightened the grip on his hand as the call went on, and he dreaded the worse. During the call he had heard squad pulling back in, and Kelly soon arrived at the door. Seeing his father in law holding his wife’s hand, he raised a brow, but held his breath when he seen y/n on the phone.

Y/n looked down as she hung up the phone, before looking up, her eyes on Kelly. Kelly couldn’t read her face as she walked away from her father and towards him. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her cheek when he felt her shake.

“Shh.” He comforted her, thinking it was bad news as Hermann looked down.

“Better get used to being called daddy.” Y/n mumbled in his ear, and Kelly froze.

“Are you??” He asked, pulling away from her.

“Uhuh.” She smiled widely, nodding her head.

“Oh my God.” He laughed loudly, lifting her up as she squealed in excitement.

“I can’t believe it, it isn’t real.” Y/n spoke teary eyed, cupping Kelly’s face as tears built up in his own.

“This is amazing.” He laughed, allowing the tears to fall as y/n wiped them away with her thumbs. “I’m going to be a dad.”

“I’m going to be a mum.” She stated, “Your going to be a granddad.” Y/n spoke, turning to her father who watching the interaction between the two with tears in his eyes.

“I am so happy for you two.” Hermann spoke, standing up to congratulate the two.

“What’s all this?” Boden asked, seeing two of his firemen crying and his receptionist between them, also in a similar mess.

“I’m going to be a grandpa.” Hermann blurted out, and y/n giggled when he looked at her guilty.

“Congratulations.” Boden smirked, shaking hands with Kelly before hugging y/n.

“Thanks Boden.” Y/n smiled, moving to wrap an arm around Kelly’s waist.

“I’m so happy right now.” Y/n mumbled, leaning her head on her husbands chest as the two men let them be.

“I love you.” Kelly smiled.

“I love you too.” Y/n smiled, leaning up to kiss Kelly.

[archivalofsins]

It's Haruka's Birthday! Happy Birthday to him~ Unlike someone who didn't say it at least I did.

Now onto flower languages! Yamanaka tweeted this for Haruka's birthday. Since we have all the Milgram characters birthdays except Es and Jackalope. We can look up the remaining birth flowers.

A hint to which flower chart he's using is in the flower he lists for Haruka. Where I'm from Haruka and Amane's birth flowers according to the old farmer's almanac would be Rose and Honeysuckle.

So, what's he using? Well, the more in depth Korean one of course~

Unlike the farmer's almanac which covers the month wholesale the Korean one has a flower for each day of the month.

Haruka June 22

Viburnum 가막살나무 - Love is stronger than death.

Outside of the meanings listed by Yamanaka Viburnum is used to symbolize pride and is given to someone to honor their achievements.

Amane June 27

Passion Flower 시계꽃 - Divine love.

Amane even has a piece that resembles the flower on her cake art. Outside of meaning Divine Love it has heavy ties to Christianity.

"The name 'passion flower' refers to the passion of Jesus and the genus therefore has a particular relevance at Easter. Spanish Christian missionaries adopted the unique structure of the plant as symbols of the last days of Jesus and especially his crucifixion."

Mu July 5

 Lavender 라벤더 - Strong fragrance

To the surprise of no one outside of meaning Strong Fragrance Lavender has strong ties to France.

"The term lavender comes from the old French word, lavender which is imitative of the Latin word lavare (“to wash”). This flower represents serenity, grace, and calmness. The biblical meaning of lavender symbolizes purity, devotion, and love; that’s why lavender is referenced more than a hundred times in the Bible by the name of nard or spikenard by Hebrews."

"Lavender’s purple color also represents calmness and serenity."

In the Old Farmer's Almanac Mu's birth flower would be the Larkspur and Water Lily.

Kazui August 5

 Heather 엘리카 - Loneliness, solitude

Through the power of k-pop-

I've found out that the website I was getting the birth flowers from spelled the English name of Kazui's flower wrong. Also, it can mean loneliness, beautiful solitude, or soulmate. In the west, this flower would be referred to as Heather and its meaning would be good luck, admiration, and protection.

Kazui's birth flower according to the farmer's almanac would be Gladiolus and Poppy.

Yuno September 2

Mexican Ivy 멕시칸 아이비 - Change

Look I'm not even going to hold you finding the meaning of this specific version of ivy in English is difficult. At least for me it is maybe someone else can find it. However, when I look it up all the internet is giving me is the meaning of ivy which is a completely different flower. So, moving along.

Yuno's flowers in the farmer's almanac would be Morning Glory and Aster.

Mikoto October 6

Hazel Tree 개암나무 - Reconciliation

Yeah, you and I read that right it's a tree. A tree that has been tied to Celtic myths and was said to line the border between the human realm and that of the gods.

"Hazel has a reputation as a magical tree. A hazel rod is supposed to protect against evil spirits, as well as being used as a wand and for water-divining. In some parts of England, hazelnuts were carried as charms and/or held to ward off rheumatism. In Ireland, hazel was known as the 'Tree of Knowledge’, and in medieval times it was a symbol of fertility."

Mikoto's birth flower according to the Farmer's Almanac would be the Marigold and Cosmos.

Shidou October 24

Chinese Plum Blossom 매화 - Noble heart

This is also considered a tree, just not such a normal one.

"In Chinese philosophy, the Plum tree’s blossom is a symbol of winter ending and a herald of spring. The tree’s pale pink blossoms are cherished because they bloom vibrantly and so bravely amidst the winter chill. They symbolise perseverance and hope, as well as, beauty thriving in adverse circumstances."

"Plum blossoms represent good luck, prosperity, hope, courage, beauty, and purity in China. In Japanese traditions, they also symbolize hope in addition to renewal and vitality."

Good plant for the guy lying and replacing with hope, huh? Shidou's flowers in the Farmer's Almanac would be the same as Mikoto's.

Kotoko December 15

Winter Daphne 서향 - Immortality, honor.

Winter Daphne was also used as,

"A way of telling a love, “I would not have you otherwise.”."

Here's some more information on the flower.

Mahiru January 17

Rumex 수영 - Friendly

Rumex doesn't just mean friendly it has been stated to mean,

Affection, Matrimonial Tenderness, Close Relationships, Friendships and appears again on December 4 meaning Love.

Mahiru's flowers within the Farmer's Almanac would be Carnation & Snowdrop.

Last but certainly not least-

Futa April 19

Larkspur 참제비고깔 - Clear, fair.

Futa's was also misspelled in English on the website I was using so I corrected it.

"The Pawnee tribe of North America believed in a mythological figure, "Dream Woman," who cut a hole in the sky to look down on Earth beings. Crumbs from the blue sky fell to the ground and became larkspur. And like lily of the valley, larkspur is also associated with the Virgin Mary and is said to represent her tears. Larkspur is symbolic of a beautiful spirit, swiftness and generally of positivity and strong bonds of love. It is also associated with lightheartedness and youth, possibly because it grows in summer where carefree days are spent away from school."

"In the language of flowers, the larkspur holds the symbolic meaning of strong love bonds, dedication, sincerity, positivity and an open heart."

Open this door and check if you want to.

Futa's birth flowers within the Farmer's Almanac would be Daisy and Sweet Pea.

[saturnznct]

finding out you’re pregnant | kjw

➸ request from anon; hi sadie i hope ur having a good day! can i request a scenario where dad!jungwoo and reader find out shes pregnant?(with jaesung!) thank you !🌟

➸ word count; 956 words

➸ jaesang; aged 3

➸ warning(s); infertility, miscarriage mentions, fainting, sickness, hospital

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Getting pregnant had always seemed like an impossibility. You and Jungwoo had tried for three years, with a multitude of different methods, including IVF, but to no success. Doctors visits and fertility treatments had also amounted to nothing, despite different exams and tests showing that there was no real reason for the infertility, just seemingly bad luck. Eventually, after a long process, you were able to adopt your son, Jaesang.

Jaesang was your everything, the centre of both of your worlds, and you were so unbelievably grateful that the universe had brought your family together.

Once you had decided to adopt and Jaesang was brought home, it was such a relief to not constantly think about conceiving and ovulation. You and Jungwoo decided to stay off of birth control. You could just carry on the same way as you were before, and if you became pregnant, then you became pregnant, and if not, then you still had your beautiful baby boy.

When Jaesang was one, what seemed like the impossible happened. You missed a period, and after a few weeks of putting it off due to a mix of denial and being too busy taking care of Jaesang, you took a pregnancy test, which came back positive. You and Jungwoo were amazed to say the least, terrified but overjoyed. So naturally, you were both absolutely devastated when your baby didn’t have a heartbeat at your first scan. You grieved for quite some time, it was heartbreaking but at the same time, felt like a miracle you were even pregnant in the first place. Jaesang got you both through the darkness, and you and Jungwoo felt your love for your son was reinforced from the experience.

Two years later, and Jaesang was three years old, and still the light of your lives. You had healed, as much as you could possibly, from the miscarriage, you had thrown all of your efforts into raising your son. He was so smart and the most incredible little boy, very sociable and active, keeping you and Jungwoo on your toes. He had just began nursery, and had begun to come home with stories about his new friends and crude paintings of you and your family that now littered your fridge doors.

At the moment, Jungwoo was up to his neck in work, meaning he was often needed at the company and so it was you who was doing the dropping off and picking up. You’d felt off today, a quite dizzy and lightheaded, but you had tried your best to push it away and power through.

‘Mrs Kim!’ Jaesang’s nursery teacher sees you approaching, Jaesang stood by her side holding her hand.

‘Mummy/mommy!’ He exclaims, toddling the short distance to you and into your arms.

‘Hi sweetheart,’ you return his hug, ‘did you have a good day?’

‘Yeah! We played outside!’

‘Oh wow that sounds like so much fun!’

‘Here’s Jaesang’s drawing for today,’ his teacher hands you a piece of paper with various different coloured scribbles on, ‘and here’s a letter with information about the vaccinations for-‘

She continues talking, but suddenly everything feels fuzzy. Black spots fill your vision, and your ears feel as though you’ve just been pushed underwater.

Before you know it, you can feel that you’re laying down, and there is the eerie sound of white noise, and two voices talking quietly. Jaesang and Jungwoo.

‘What happened to mummy/mommy?’ Jaesang asks innocently, sitting on Jungwoo’s lap in a chair beside your hospital bed.

‘Mummy/mommy just needed a little nap,’ Jungwoo explains, ‘but she’ll wake up soon.’

‘Oh,’ JaesangJaesang says, a little deflated at the lack of answers.

’She’s just fine though, Jaesangie. No need to worry.’

Your eyes flutter open to meet Jaesang’s who sits up excitedly at seeing you wake up.

‘Mummy/mommy!’

Jungwoo’s head whips around to see you, and Jaesang wriggles out of his arms and to your bedside, pulling himself up onto the hospital bed beside you.

‘Hello sweetheart,’ you accept him into your arms, kissing his forehead, ‘did I give you a fright?’

The little boy nods, snuggling his head into your neck.

‘I’m sorry,’ you rub his back reassuringly, ‘I must have scared you.’

Jaesang becomes quiet, so you turn your attention to Jungwoo.

‘What’s going on?’ ‘What happened to me, Woo?’

Jungwoo briefly glances at Jaesang.

‘Hey, Jaesangie, how about you sit outside with auntie Minah for a few minutes?’ Jungwoo suggests, ‘they have lots of cool toys in the waiting room!’

‘Okay,’ Jaesang is led outside by Jungwoo, who returns minutes later.

‘Your sister’s here?’ you ask.

‘Yeah, I was in a schedule so the school couldn’t get ahold of me, so they went for the next emergency contact.’

‘Sorry to drag you away,’ you sigh, rubbing your eyes with your hands, ‘I don’t know what happened.’

‘It was a boring schedule. And the doctors ran some blood tests while you were out.’

‘What was it? Low blood sugar?’

‘Baby, you’re pregnant again.’

‘What?’

‘They said you’re around six weeks pregnant.’

‘Oh,’ you laugh, ‘that’s- wow.’

‘I know,’ Jungwoo places his hand on your cheek, ‘how are you feeling?’

‘I don’t know. Like i’m still passed out and dreaming. But scared.’

‘I’m scared too,’ Jungwoo admits, ‘I don’t know what I’ll do if we lose another baby. But for now I think we should be hopeful. We have another miracle baby.’

‘We’re so lucky.’

‘I know. And regardless of what happens, we’re going to be okay. And as of now.. we’re going to have another baby. Jaesang will be a big brother.’

Tears prick in your eyes, ‘I love you both so much.’

‘I love both of you too. You’re both everything to me. All of our babies are.’

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HOJO - full name

the professor's original full legal name was Hugo Rojo Durán Tadeo Torrez. along the way between his multiple transfers between universities, studies, companies and departments, somewhere along the way it got shortened to "H. Rojo Torrez" which was eventually misspoken in hugo's presence when they tried to read his chicken scratch handwriting - and he thought it was the FUNNIEST thing. hojo? hojo? do people not know who he is? the person in question, of course, did not work with him for much longer.

but in truth, at that point in time people did not know who he was. a recent graduate with macabre interests and a lifetime of warning bells about his vicious nature going from company to company seeing who'd give him the most reach to chase his niche research interests. he had to make a name for himself... and he'd do it as professor hojo, as an inside joke for himself only.

this also makes trying to find his digital reports harder than it should be, as all his notes aren't actually written by "hojo" but "hrojo". also they're all sorted by date and the file names are "encrypted". and by encrypted i mean he keysmashes. it's no a problem for him as he has a near perfect memory, but good luck to anyone else trying to read through his notes.

GENESIS - basic plotline

at the start of project G in 1982 he was named 'genevieve', as initial screenings showed him to be female even if imaging at the time was unclear - or so hollander believed. another point of mockery and contention between hojo and hollander. the logs detailing the project up to his abandonment by shinra name him so which is why they spent so long unperturbed and hidden.

instead, genesis was born intersex with mostly male affects, and although he went through all the same in-vitro procedures as angeal, he was dropped from the project before it was deemed a failure for being an outlier they didn't feel like accounting for.

this left shinra with an infant to hand off, and in luck, so was a family in banora seeking fertility treatments from shinra - wealthy barons seeking to have another child after the loss of their youngest one.

the rhapsodos, the wealthiest family in banora. although the initial reception was cold, as they were at seeking to have another biological child of their own when shinra proposed his adoption, genesis' distinct looks and sharp personality as he grew up won them over.

a child of clear nepotism, he's never had to wait for anything, his every want answered and every idea catered to. there is no denying that he was a bright, idealistic child… but creating am apple juice brand at a young age is not exactly impressive in the grand scheme of things when your family owns the farms and the trees and has the money to make it happen. in truth, it was a simple overnight deal, "his" company made a subsidiary of his parent's already established brand.

and this, in part, is why he grew up so restless and dissatisfied. he was born out of mankind's entitlement to power, and so he lived by it — he thought himself better than the "simpletons" that surrounded him, the only one he tolerated being angeal who was the only one stubborn and brave enough to cut through his petty antics.

banora and it's dumbapples… were beneath him. he wanted more. he deserved more… and that's where his infatuation with sephiroth and his global fame began. because that's what HE wanted, and he's never had to wait for anything before… it was finally a challenge, something he had to work for…

until he didn't. until he reached the top and was still just under sephiroth, never on the same level. it was a resentment that settled in his bones as much as he convinced himself he cared for the man he now could call his friend…

but were they friends, really? had it been not for angeal's mediating presence, genesis' behavior easily tipped from playful rivalry to clearly antagonistic… without sephiroth even being able to acknowledge it for what it was, genesis operating on subtle social clues not innate to a man that grew up in isolation. snide backhanded compliments, playing down his achievements, doubting his struggles… all with a faux caring feel.

sephiroth had everything he wanted, and so he could not extend any sympathy towards him without angeal there to twist his arm and get him to stop being a dick.

and it all comes to a boiling point when he begins to degrade. instead of taking his diagnosis with any sort of grace genesis sees this as an offense against him specifically, instead of being a known risk of being subjected to the SOLDIER enhancement procedures he so covered in order to find fame and power, procedures he'd been warned could play badly with his imbalanced hormones.

for the first time in his life things don't go as he wants them to go, and he can't handle it - and so he makes it everyone else's problem. he lashes out at anything and anyone, he scorns the people that helped him get to where he is, he blames everyone but himself for all of his life's misfortunes… and it only gets worse the more he finds out on project G. because it gives reason to his befuddled mind, it makes it right in his eyes, what he's doing…

even as he kills the only family that he knew, that took in an infant with open arms without question of his origin. even as he brings ruin to his hometown town, set to be erased from the maps due to his actions. as he grabs the one true friend he's ever known and drags him down to hell along with him. as he selfishly burns everything in his path in the search of a cure for the world's oldest ailment - death.

to be established - how he convinced hundreds of other SOLDIERs to follow in his steps ( how long has he been festering anti-shinra sentiment vs how genuine that sentiment is vs how much of it was him taking advantage of people that trusted him with their lives ) / the actual existence of 'genesis copies' ( mental state, willingness, health ) / relationship to hollander & his adoptive parents & gillian / public opinion & his derision of it yet codependent nature and need to be relevant / etc etc

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How many puppies do you see envision Terry and Daniel having in Mob AU? Daniel's so young when they mate, coukd be fertile for many years. But on a practical level, could they really manage 10+ pups? Who would make that decision? Would they ever use birth control or does it not work on healthy omegas? (Or birth control is an affront to Terry's Alpha pride. Or, other way, an affront to Daniel's omega pride...?!)

I've had different answers to this when writing AUs - one where giving up puppies for adoption (mostly to spare beta women the pregnancy) is normal, then of course if omegas are super fertile there's always condoms (though good luck using those correctly when stuck in a rut), some form of the pill or heat suppressors but again what if omegas were ideally made for childrearing, which includes the body sensing: "Yeah, no, give it a rest so we can adequately raise these puppies first, thank you!" so the heats simply stop. The more support there is, the bigger the first 'litter', so Terry would be beyond chuffed if he can make it to six (and there's also an instinctual "must have many babies quickly, Alphas die fast" hormonal thing going on) but yeah, by 25, Daniel's happy that he's hit a break. There'll be two or three more in the following decades that the other pups are expected to help raise. In fact, there's a 'bonus' puppy nobody expected so soon in his late twenties because Daniel is healthy and very well supported and that makes Terry's head swell like nothing else while Daniel's more like 🙄

But should an omega get sick in the following years, or something otherwise very stressful happens, nature is simply like: "Maybe go easy on the heats."

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This would be an amazing religion and the people in it have so much proof too. Like a plague might come that gets spread through contact and is exacerbated by general unsanitary conditions throughout the city but because this city, even with the bird houses, still has plenty of poop throughout the city being constantly cleaned off, it's relatively plague free. And everyone is like dude how you have the doves the pest birds and they're just like, dude idk maybe try worshipping the fucking birds huh.

Then also if they do the fertilizer thing and get better crops cause of it with unique tastes it helps them financially and helps with food security

They find feathers in the streets and put them into special Jewlery for good luck and stuff

Also also, what if this city is such a safe haven for the doves that their migration patterns have come to be centered around it. Like some of them stay year round, but others only stay in summer, and others that live further north always migrate down to this city for the winter. And there's also been a strange phenomenon where doves from other parts of the world will sometimes just go to this city for literally no reason.

Also, there are entire schools dedicated to the birds since it's their religion and all so doves are even more well studied than humans. There was a controversial time when some priests thought that an increase in dead doves meant that they were supposed to dissect and study the corpses to learn how to better treat their illnesses and such and others thought it was just a bird plague and it would pass and they absolutely should not be cutting open their gods. The priests who believed in it dissected the corpses either way and learned a lot about dove anatomy and physiology and did a lot to develop bird veterinary care. except there it's called something else that's more bird focused although it eventually extended out to the other animals.

For a very long time cats just weren't allowed in the city for fear that they would harm the doves. few Cats are native in this particular area so it wasn't that hard at first. of course with globalization and all a lot of invasive species of cats came in so cats are now allowed as pets as long as they are strictly house cats. There is also a dedicated animal control that puts all the stray cats in good homes. Although, it can be difficult because there is a lot of distrust and superstition around cats so they oftentimes bring the cats around to other nearby cities with higher cat adoption rates.

In war times what if the doves help sometimes. like there are stories of ancient wars where the doves plucked the opposing troops to pieces before they ever reached the river running outside the border.

Also also, trial by dove. it's more of an ancient practice, but in hard to judge cases they would put birdseed in the hands of all suspects and whoever the dove eats from last is guilty.

 Hey btw, another worldbuilding thing: You can, and actually should have weird and impractical cultural things. They’re not inherently unrealistic, for as long as you address the realistic consequences as well.

 Let’s say you’ve got a city where there’s tame white doves everywhere. They’re not pests, they’re regarded as sacred, holy protectors of the city, and the whole city cares for them and feeds them like they’re pets. They’re so tame because it’s a social taboo to hurt or scare one. Nice pretty doves :)

 Then someone points out that even if they’re not seen as pests, doesn’t having a completely unchecked feral pigeon population - that not only isn’t being culled, but actively fed and cared for - mean that there would be bird shit absolutely all over the place?

 A part of you wants to say no, because these are your nice, pretty doves. To explain that there’s a reason why they’re not shitting all over the place, maybe they’re super-intelligent and specifically bred and trained to not shit all over the place. The logistics of how, exactly, could anyone breed and train a flock of feral birds go unaddressed.

 An even worse solution would be to not have those birds, editing them out of the world. No, they spark joy, you can’t just toss them out!

 Now, consider: Yes, yes they would, but the city also has an extensive public sanitation service that’s occupied 90% of the time by cleaning bird shit off of everything. One of the most common last names in the area actually translates to “one who scrapes off dove shit”, and it’s a highly respected occupation. And thanks to the sheer necessity of constantly regularly cleaning everything, the city enjoys a much higher standard of cleanliness, and less public health issues caused by poor public sanitation.

 The doves do protect the city. By shitting fucking everywhere.

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Sonny Stitt (sheet music Jazz transcriptions)

Sonny Stitt (sheet music Jazz transcriptions)

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Sonny Stitt

He recorded almost 150 albums as a leader, in duets or integrating posh combos. Serene and elegant, the magnetism of his presence scene lives on in some images from the golden age of jazz photography. He mastered his instrument so much that it is difficult to stop listening to him, not to repeat his superb ballads over and over again or interrupt the chain of his best records. He even carried an unequivocally musical and easy-to-remember name around the world. Of Sonny Stitt it is possible to say all that, but straight away it is It is almost necessary to mention that for different reasons, most of them unfair, it is given a secondary relevance in the history of modern jazz. It may be that bad luck followed him ever since his father gave him up for adoption, probably so that he could continue his studies in classical music in Boston. At that point he changed from Edward Boatner Jr. to Sonny Stitt, and was known as such throughout his fertile career. Of course, that diminutive does not have anything bad, but it is a bit inconvenient depending on which crossroads. There are quite a few Sonnys (from famous bluesmen blind to jazzmen like Greer, Clark, Crisis or Rollins, still overwhelming at 82) who have excelled in African-American music. The problem arises if they call you Sonny while calling you a surrogate for a quick genius or/and successor of that same genius when he already breeds mallows. Exactly what happened to our guy with Charlie Parker. There is controversy among jazz nerds as to whether Stitt copied Bird in his early days , or whether there was already a style match before your first meeting. The truth is that Parker, already a celebrity at the time, not only was quick to tell him “you sound like me”, but a decade later, finding out in the last ones, he anointed him as his successor with the phrase "man, here are the keys to the kingdom" (or so wrote Philip Larkin, controversial British poet and jazz critic capable of branding Thelonius Monk from “elephant to the keyboard”). Meanwhile, Sonny Stitt had come off heroin in Lexington jail, had recorded several duet albums with fellow saxophonist Gene Ammons and had already spent years combining the alto sax with the tenor, and sometimes even with the baritone. He was not resigned to being considered a carbon copy of Bird , as he came to define him. a journalist of the time. In reality, many black and white instrumentalists in debt to Charlie Parker went on to complete successful careers. artists (Lee Konitz, Jackie McLean, Cannobal Adderley, Phil Woods…), but none were treated with as much disdain as he was. That did not stop Sonny Stitt from continuing on his way to consolidating a own artistic profile, identifiable live both during the European tour of the Miles Davis quintet in 1960 and in his repeated performances at Ronnie Scott's in London, or listening to any of the albums he recorded under his name or under the banners Giants of Jazz and The Bop Session , for which he shared a studio with Thelonius Monk, Dizzy Gillispie and Art Blakey, among other figures. In his extensive discography, variety prevails to the point of having been one of the few saxophonists (Eddie Harris and Lou Donaldson did as well) who used the varitone, electronic amplifier of the saxophone especially suitable for jazz-soul, a style that was in vogue during the 1960s. Married to a showgirl in 1952 and divorced in 1959, Sonny Stitt ended up being nicknamed Lone Wolf (Lone Wolf), despite his affable character and the seriousness with which he took his work. A month before dying in 1982, sick with liver cancer, he had recorded his last album in Japan, a country where he achieved a resounding recognition. came out in 1956. He was 58 years old and bequeathed more than 90 hours of jazz released on a dozen record labels, an amount that he could hardly imagine when 38 Minutes and 48 seconds with Sonny Stitt. Critics highlight, among his albums as leader, Stitt plays Bird , Tune Up , Sonny Side Up … They are great, without a doubt, but none Separately, he has just done justice to the powerful and versatile saxophonist that Sonny Stitt was, also a composer of an appreciable number of songs. Perhaps only his companions came to gauge the true scope of his art, capable of shining both in ballads and in fast times. The indomitable Art Pepper recognized it, and doubly so, when considering one of his most glorious moments when he thought he would dominate Sonny Stitt playing Cherokee in San Francisco and choosing that victory to close his memoir, sarcastically titled An Exemplary Life . The lance tells it so raptly the saxophonist Californian: "We played the beginning, the melody, and Sonny embarked on the first solo. And he played at least forty choruses. He was playing maybe an hour straight, he did everything you could do with a saxophone. And suddenly he stopped. And he looked at me as if to say: `For you to learn, asshole. Now he's your turn.' (…) I played like never in life. I searched my mind and found my personal form, and what I expressed reached the public. I played and played, and when I finally finished, I was shaking all over, my heart was racing. He was drenched in sweat, and people were clapping and cheering. I looked at Sonny; I contented myself with giving him a little nod. `Very good!' he said. That was what happened. And so It's what matters in life." Obviously, we only have Art Pepper's version of the story, but it hardly matters. Sonny Stitt knew how to lose, that's for sure. Read the full article

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CAN WE HAVE AN AU WHERE ITS POSSIBLE FOR ROBOTS AND HUMANS TO HAVE CHILDREN, Y/N GETS PREGNANT WITH SUNDROP’S CHILD AND HOW WOULD SUNNY WOULD REACT, DO, ETC.

FNAF SB Sundrop x Pregnant!Reader Headcanons

Of course! Sorry for the late responce, I'm a bit backed up on requests at the moment!

Summary: You and Sunny have been dating for several months after you'd begun working in the Daycare. After finding out he was biologically accurate, you soon discover that you are pregnant.

Warnings: None

-You are both an emotional wreck. When you told him, there was a sharp silence hanging in the air between you both. You hadn't thought that it could be possible that he be fertile, after all, his parts were mechanical from what you could tell. None the less, here you were. carrying his child. Honestly, you were terrified. You had never considered having kids, let alone with a robot. How could the pair of you give your child a good, normal life? How would it look, would it have a good quality of life? Would it be able to talk, speak, and learn normally? While your mind was racing, on the verge of terrified tears, Suuny's eyes had already begun to leak inky black oil with a pitifully thankful smile. He wasn't sure what he'd done right to give him such wonderful luck, but he was sure he'd never do another bad deed. He was sure your pregnancy was the product of some sort of beautiful karma. He didn't know what would happen next, but he was so excited for whatever it would be.

-You finally have a serious disgussion about the future of your child. About a week after you took your test, and discovered yourself positive, you had to sit Sunny down and ask him the big question. Are the two of you going to keep this baby? And if so, how? Your question hung in the air when you mubled it for the first time. When you repeated it, Sunny felt like his entire circuit board had stalled. He didn't know there were other options, but still, the question was petrifying. You had to do research with him, and explain what your options were, and let him know that he always had a say in what would happen, but you would have the last say. You both sat backstage behind his podeum for hours, googling abortion and what it meant, aswell as adoption, and of course, what keeping a raising the baby together would entail: stable income, schooling, medical upkeep, housing, and dealing with any issues that may arise with him being a robot, and you a human. In the end, you both decided to keep the baby, but kept adoption as your back up plan, should your relationship, or any other circumstance go south.

-You found a friend on the mechanical maintainence team that would be willing to upgrade Sunny in preperation for fatherhood. It was Sunny's idea. For the first few months of your pregnancy, he'd been observing and intaking data of the way the fathers that brought their children to the Daycare acted. He compiled his information, as well as some that he'd gathered from the most trusted parenting websites that he could find into a private database labeled 'How to be a Dad'. After about a week of doing so, Sunny began to realize that the traits he wanted to put into his parenting conficted with the traits he was programmed with, so against your better judgement, he asked you to help him seek out a mechanic that could change his coding. After enduring what was most likely the biggest fight you'd ever had with him, you finally agreed, if only to make him happy. You found a mutal employee that was very accepting of your little family, and agreed right away, free of charge. Sunny forbaid you to be in the room during the proceedure, he said didn't want you to see him apart like that, but in reality, he just didn't want you to hear him tell the mechanic what he wanted changed, for fear that you'd protest. After several hours, and a good recharge, Sunny reemerged from his little cove, to greet you with a slightly deeper, and calmer voice. He sounded more like Moon now, yet he still had that signature Sunny tone. His body was padded with foam that was coated with plastic for easy cleaning, and his demeanor was more serene. Overall, he'd matured.

-He waits on you, hand and foot. From the first moment, sunny's mind had been taken over by your safety and comfort, but after morning sickness, and cravings set, in, his concern grew ten fold. He tired to take over all of your responcibilities at work, much to your dismay. You loved working with the kids and had to remind him of not only tha, but the fact that if it wasn't you doing the work, you'd cease to have a job. He agreed to let you do the bare minimum of what you had to. He would always keep you stocked with your favorite pregnancy snacks and anyhting that could ease your discomfort and cramps. Hot packs, yummy snacks, and massages oh my!

-Sunny's mechanic becomes your doctor. Of course, the mechanic was never wasn't your primary obsetrician, but you couldn't had an animatronic at your appointments, and it was unfair that Sunny didn't get to watch his child develope, while you did. To remedy this, twice a month, your mechanic would have you and Sunny meet them in Parts and Services for an ultrasound. They would lay you down in the chair that the animatronics rest in during upgrades, apply cold gel to your growing belly and manipulated a robotic arm to roll a wand across it to show Sunny the picture of your child on the monitor outside the capsule. The first time, you did this, you happened look over to the window closest to where you boyfriend stood, just in time to watch his eyes widen in astonishment, oil slipping from the lights that he called eyes, before they flicked to yours. You could feel the overwhelming joy radiating from him, and it brought you to tears. Your mechanic also held back tears, glad they could be apart of this beautiful moment. They quickly unlocked the capsule to allow you to exit, but before you could even get up off the chair, Sunny rushed in a scooped you into his arms, both of you sobbing happy tears, ecited for the arrival of your daughter.

-You decide on a name for your daughter. After months of deliberation, agruing, and research, you finally decided that you both you pick three names, and have a third party decide which one sounded best with your last name. Who better to be your third party than the one person who had been there since the start? Sunny, of course, hated the idea of leaving your daughter's name up to Moon, but after days of arguing, he relented. You chose the names: Amelia, Louisa, and Olivia, while Sunny chose more...on theme suggestions, being: Star, Eclipsa, and Aurora. After writing the names down on a sheet of paper, Sunny allowed himself to fall back, in favor of Moon, in a rather cranky way, might I add. After taking the suggestions into consideration, Moon looked up at you, asking if he was allowed to create an option. You guessed it couldn't hurt and gave him the go ahead. The name he added ot the paper brought you to tears, and you knew it was the perfect thing to call your daughter. Moon simply smikred, letting you know that he had had it in mind since you first told Sunny about your pregnancy. After he felt his work was done, he smuggly prepared to give your boyfriend back control of their shared body, and return to his rest. When Sunny's eyes illuminated with bright white light again, you could plainly see inky tears welling up in his eyes. You knew then and there that he loved the name as much as you did. Your daughter, due in just four months, was to be named 'Dawn'.

-You give birth. After so much anticipation, so many tears, and so much patience, today was the day. You had been at work in the Daycare, playing house with the kids. They were fasinated with your pregnancy, and some of them enjoyed playing with you, as if you were their mother, about to deliver their sibling. You never had an issue with it. Who were you to tell them no if they wanted to sepnd all day bringing you plastic food while you sat around? Suddenly, as a little girl brought you a rubber slice of ham on a scratched plastic plate, your head shot up as your cried out. Something was very wrong, that much you could tell. Your lower back hurt badly and excruciating pain shot up your spine and around the sides of your stomach every few minutes. It finally dawned on you: you were having contractions, and they were getting more frequent every time you had one. You shouted out for Sunny, who had been leadin a crafts session across the Daycare. After a lack of responce, many of the kids waiting on you ran off to go find him. Within ten minutes, would were strapped intot he Parts and Service chair, the mechanic, your boyfriend, and the Pizza Plex nurse at your side. The nurse urged you to push while trying to help guide the head of the baby through your birth canal, while Sunny held your hand, petting your face softly, and the mechanic gathered towels and other supplies. After hours of labor, right in the middle of the business day, with children running around, screaming, and the Glamrock band playing directly above, one last push gave enough way for the nurse to pull your baby the rest of the way otu, quickly cradling it in the crook of her arm. The mechanic quickly handled her a dry towell, as well as a damp rap, The nurse swaddled your precious child in the dry towell, and wiped mucus away from her airways, giving way for a pitiful cry to spill into the air. After you released a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding, they passed your daughter over to you for skin to skin contact. Not a dry eye was held in the room as Sunny cautiously reached a slender finger out to feel his daughter's soft skin, only for her to wrap her tiny fist around the tip of his digit. He gasped a bit, oily tears staining his facial plate.

"You did it, Starlight, Dawn's beautiful, just like you."

"No, hun, we did it."

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My Girl - Oh Baby

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: everyone things Paddys crush on you is adorable. Everyone except Tom.

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A/N: another story where I mention chickens. Also, where are my gleeks 

“I still can’t believe you bought chickens.” You laughed at a photo of Tom and his chickens before shutting your phone off and setting it on your nightstand. You rolled over in bed to face Tom as he let out a sigh.

“I had to!” He protested. “They’re not that bad. Our family of two has become a family of 5 now.”

You watched him carefully, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before you asked the question that had been weighing on you.

“What about expanding our family even more?” You asked him, impatiently waiting for his reaction.

“Honestly, Angel, I love you but I can’t handle anymore chickens.” Tom looked at you apologetically and you laughed.

“No, I didn’t mean more chickens.” You shook your head and he raised an eyebrow.

“Another dog?” He questioned. You took this as an opportunity to take his hand and squeeze it.

“A baby.” You said softly. Toms eyes lit up at a happy smile appeared on his face.

“What?” He leaned in closer to you to make sure he was hearing you correctly.

“I want to have a baby, Tom.” You repeated. “I want to start our family.”

“You want to have a baby? A human baby?” His smile got impossibly wider.

“Preferably.” You chuckled.

“Really? Like really, really?” He sat up and squeezed your hands, looking at you with all the hope in the world

“Really, really.” You cupped his face and beamed at him. “So what do you say?“

“I say let’s make a baby.” Tom said triumphantly before pulling you into a kiss.

~

“We have an announcement.” Tom said excitedly as he stood before his family. It reminded him of the time he’d announced your engagement, or even the time he first told his brothers that he was dating you. He snuck a glance at you, admitting how far you’d come together. From his childhood crush to his wife, and soon the mother of his child.

“Divorce.” Paddy jumped up, ruining Tom’s daydream. “We all saw it coming.”

“What? No.” Tom quickly shut him down.

“Why are you smiling?” Harry questioned his younger brother.

“Lots of marriages end in divorce.” Paddy shrugged. “It’s okay, Y/n. It’ll be okay.”

You looked at Tom in amusement who had his hands firmly on his hips.

“What about me?” He snapped at Paddy. “And why am I bothered that you wouldn’t comfort me in my hypothetical divorce?”

“You have an announcement?” Nikki tried to bring the conversation back.

“Yes. We do.” Tom pointed at him mom before taking your hand in his. “Y/n and I are trying for a baby.”

“Ahhh!” Nikki screamed and got off the couch, running to hug you. Dom went to Tom and patted him on the back proudly.

“This is great news, Tom. I’m so happy to hear it.” Dom congratulated his son.

“Congrats, man.” Harry enveloped Tom in a bear hug.

“I’m the one you should be congratulating. I’m gonna be an uncle!” Sam joined in on the hug.

“But I’ll be the superior uncle.” Harry popped his head up from the hug to glare at Sam.

“There’s no one superior to Uncle Sam. Ask America.” Sam scoffed.

“We’re English.” Tom deadpanned.

“And? They beat us in all those wars. Maybe they’re onto something.” Sam retorted.

“I can be the fun uncle, you’ll be cool uncle, and Paddy will be the uncle that’s been staring off into space ever since Tom and Y/n announced they were trying for a baby.” Hardy joked as they turned their attention to Paddy. He wasn’t wrong. Ever since Tom made the announcement, Paddy had been staring off in a blank daze.

“Paddy? You all right?” Tom asked wearily.

“Do I seem all right?” He said without releasing his gaze.

“You seem possessed.” Harry remarked.

“You guys can’t have a baby!” Paddy sputtered, snapping his attention to you and Tom.

“Here we go.” Tom sighed, knowing the gripe was ahead.

“You’re so young and Tom is so immature and Y/n already works so hard while Tom plays dress up and…” Paddy stopped and took a deep breath, his eyes landing on the look on your face. You had been smiling before he spoke, and now you weren’t. He recalled the conversation he’d had with you at the wedding, how happy you were when he finally accepted your relationship with Tom. He sighed and gave a gentle smile. “And I’m really happy for you guys.”

“You are?” Your eyes lit up. Paddy gave you a gentle smile and a nod.

“Yeah. Toms taken care of me all my life. It’s time he takes care of someone else.” He decided. You broke into a huge smile and ran to hug him.

“Thanks, Paddy.” You said as you wrapped your arms around him. “I’m glad that you feel that way.”

He hugged you back, pleased with himself for making you happy. Maybe he didn’t support your relationship, but he was never gonna stop trying to make you happy.

Later that night, you and Tom sat in bed, brainstorming ideas for the baby’s name.

“If it’s a boy, how about Neil Patrick Holland?” You suggested as you flipped through a baby book.

“Dare I say I’ve never heard a worse idea.” Tom chuckled as he looked up from his own parenting book.

“Really? I think it’d be funny.” You shrugged as you turned your attention back to the book.

“It won’t be funny when our child resents us for giving him that name.” Tom pointed out and you chuckled.

“Fine. How about Hamlet?” You suggested and Tom gave you a tight lipped smile.

“Why don’t you let me think of the names, yeah?” He said as politely as he could.

“Well what were you thinking?” You challenged him.

“Well, for a girl, I was thinking Beth.” He said timidly, nervous of your reaction. A small smile lit up your features, all the way to your eyes. You shut your book and looked at Tom fondly.

“Beth? Like our wedding song?” You asked. He nodded shyly.

“Exactly.” He said. “Or maybe Charlie for a boy?”

“Like your grandpa.” You recognized the name.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” He wanted time make sure you were okay with it too.

“I don’t mind at all.” You reached over and laced his hand in yours. “I love those names.”

“And I love you.” Tom leaned in to kiss you. You went back to reading your books, still holding hands. After a beat of silence, Tom reached the bottom of his page.

“Baby?” Tom spoke gently.

“Yeah?” You replied, still reading.

“How do we turn the pages?” Tom asked.

~

“Is it time?” Tom nervously cracked his knuckles after waiting the longest five minutes of his life. You nodded curtly and picked the pregnancy test up from the counter, not looking at it yet.

“Yeah. Come here.” You waved him over and he came quickly. He held your hand and kissed the back of it as you uncovered the results.

“Negative.” You read with a shaky voice. You threw the test down and covered your face with your hands, not wanting Tom to see you getting emotional. “That’s our fourth negative.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Tom tried to pull you into a hug but you pulled away.

“No it’s not!” You threw them stick down, making Tom jump. “I don’t understand. What’s wrong with me?”

You sat down on the toilet and cried hot tears of frustration into your hands. Tom knelt down beside you and put a gentle hand on your back.

“Theres nothing wrong with you, angel. This isn’t your fault.” He said softly, rubbing slow circles on your back. You looked up at him through your tear filled eyelashes.

“I can’t do the one thing humans were put on this earth to do.” You said through gritted teeth. He gave you a comforting smile and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“Hey, women are not baby making machines, okay?” He chuckled softly. “We’ve only tried a few times. It doesn’t happen for every body on the first try. We’ll try again tonight, okay love?”

“What if it never happens for us?” You whispered in fear. Tom took your hands in his and kissed them.

“There are other ways to have a baby.” He insisted. “We can adopt or try some fertility treatments.”

“I should be able to do this. Most women can.” You berated yourself.

“But not all women. We can and we will try again. This is gonna happen for us.” Tom took your chin between his thumb and forefinger and made you look at him. “I’m not leaving until you smile.”

You rolled your eyes but he stayed persistent.

“I’m serious. I’ll sit on this bathroom floor all night.” He said, making you crack a smile.

“That’s better. Now come on.” He held your hand and helped you off the toilet. “This baby won’t make itself.”

~

A month later, you were having dinner at the Holland’s. Tom organized it to cheer you up, being it was two months since you started trying for a baby, and still no luck. You excused yourself during dinner, feeling a little nauseous all the sudden. When you didn’t come back for a while, Tom began to worry.

“I’m gonna go check on her.” Tom said, beginning to get out of his seat. Paddy held up a hand and got out of his.

“You’re still eating. I’ll go check.” He said, always wanting to come to your aid. He went to the master bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Y/n? You all right?” He asked.

“I’m fine. I’m just feeling a little hot.” You called. Paddy was about to speak when he heard your phone ringing from the bed.

“Paddy, could you get that for me please?” You called from the bathroom.

“Sure.” He picked up your phone and held it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Mrs. Holland! Congratulations! You’re pregnant!” A cheery female voice sounded from the other side of the phone. Paddy’s hand clenched around the phone as his body froze in shock.

“WHAT?” He shrieked at a pitch that made Tessa start barking from the other room.

“Is this a child?” The lady on the phone asked.

“Y/n is pregnant? With a baby? A human baby?” He sputtered. He had overheard Tom telling Sam that he was having trouble having a baby and thought it was off the table.

“So this is definitely a child.” The woman said definitively.

“Uh, no.” Paddy cleared his throat and deepened his voice. “This is her husband.”

“No, it’s really not.” The woman sighed. “Could you tell Y/n to call her OBGYN please?”

“Her what?” Paddy didn’t recognize the word.

“Her gynecologist.” The woman tried a different approach.

“That’s even worse.” Paddy said honestly.

“Her gyno. Can you remember that?” The woman said tiredly.

“Yes. I think so.” Paddy nodded, repeated the word to himself to solidify it in his mind.

“Okay, thank you. Tell her to call her gyno immediately.” The woman asked as you came out of the bathroom. Paddy hung up the phone and dropped it on the bed, staring at you blankly as you approached him.

“Thanks, Paddy.” You picked up your phone and put it in your back pocket. “Who was it?”

“You’re pregnant?!” Paddy asked in disbelief, wondering why you never told the family.

“What? No.” You laughed him off and shook your head.

“If you’re not pregnant then why did your gyro just tell me you are?” Paddy asked and you tilted your head.

“My what?” You questioned.

“Your gyro.” He said simply and you stared at him blankly. “The gyrocologist!”

“My gynecologist?” You realized as your face paled.

“Yes! That.” Paddy snapped his fingers and you covered your hand with your mouth. He looked at you quizzically, thinking you already knew about the pregnancy.

“My gynecologist said I was pregnant?” You whispered as a tear slid down your cheek.

“Yes, she just told me.” Paddy said and came to an unfortunate realization. “Oh, you didn’t know, did you?”

“No.” You shook your head and placed a hand on your tummy.

“I ruined the surprise, didn’t I?” Paddy grimaced.

“It’s okay.” You gave him a gentle smile. “Can you go get Tom?”

“Yeah. Right. Tom.” Paddy dashed out of the room and returned shortly with Tom behind him. He quickly left the room to give you privacy.

“What is it, baby?” Tom asked as he entered the room, immediately going to you. “Why are you crying?”

You took his hands and placed them over your tummy. He looked at you curiously before it clicked.

“I just got a call from the gynecologist.” You told him and his eyes lit up.

“And?” He asked hopefully.

“We’re gonna have a baby.” You nodded and he broke into a huge smile.

“What?” He asked as tears filled his eyes.

“We’re gonna have a baby. A human baby.” You cried and he looked at your tummy in disbelief.

Tom, too overcome with emotion to say anything, pulled you into his arms and cried into your hair.

“Thank you so much.” He whispered into ear.

“I really didn’t think it was gonna happen.” You wiped a tear and hugged him tighter.

Paddy, who could hear the conversation from the hallway, smiled to himself. Your happiness gave him happiness, and he was determined to make this baby’s life perfect.

And that began with the pregnancy.

Paddy somewhat returned to his old ways around you. If you needed something, he was the one to get it. Tom didn’t mind the behavior this time around. Preparing for a baby was a lot of work, and an extra set of hands didn’t hurt. Besides, Tom was the one attending the breathing classes, shopping for baby clothes, and making a registry with you. If Paddy wanted to take care of the little things, he could.

And he did.

Paddy always made sure you had enough pillows…

“Baby support.” As he would call it.

…enough snacks…

“Pickles? You need pickles? I read in 13 different parenthood that pregnant women crave pickles. I also didn’t know what kinda of chocolate you wanted so I got it all.” Paddy said as he gentle placed a variety of chocolate bars on your six month pregnant tummy.

“Wow, thanks Pads.” You laughed as you opened a bar.

“Anything for you.” He smiled before his eyes landed on Sam. “Samuel, is that hot sauce?”

“It’s for my burrito.” Sam said awkwardly, mid bite of his burrito.

“Hot sauce is not safe for pregnant women to ingest. Is your burrito more important than my future niece or nephew?” Paddy demanded.

“No?” Sam asked in confusion.

“Take it outside.” Paddy barked.

…and enough attention.

“I read that babies can sense when the mother is lonely. Actually, I saw it in Birdbox. I brought your favorite movie and some pickles. I thought we could watch it together.” Paddy said as he presented you with your favorite film.

“Aw, that sounds great Pads.” Tom said as he entered the room, taking a seat next to his pregnant wife. Paddy, who hadn’t originally planned on including Tom, faked a smile.

“The more then merrier, is what I always say.” Paddy said through his teeth.

“When have you ever said-“ Tom began to question.

“Always.” Paddy snapped and popped the movie in the DVD player.

In nine short months, the day had finally arrived. The Holland family, as well as your family, patiently waited in the waiting room as you went into labor. Paddy, who had passed out when he heard the news of your water breaking, was now sitting glumly in a wiat room chair.

“Mate, come on. Y/n is gonna give birth any minute. Mum and dad are already in there.” Harry urged Paddy to get out of the waiting room chair.

“I’m not going in there.” Paddy grumbled.

“Are you crying?” Sam realized when he saw his brothers cheeks glistening.

“No.” Paddy sniffled as he wiped his cheek.

“Yes you are. Why?” Harry said as he took a seat.

“Because I’ve spent my entire life loving a girl who is about to have a baby with my brother.” Paddy protested, making Sam and Harry exchange a look.

“I thought you were over this.” Sam sighed.

“I thought so too!” Paddy snapped. “But Tom and I fighting over her has always been a staple of our family and now he has his own family. He’s not gonna come around anymore.” His voice got quieter and Harry and Sam understood what this was about. They knelt down on either side of of his chair and looked at him.

“Of course he’ll still come around.” Harry promised.

“Why would he? Why would he need his baby brother when he has a baby of his own?” Paddy said sadly. “He’s gonna start a new family with his new baby and he won’t need us.”

“He’s always gonna need us, Pads. I honestly don’t think he knows what detergent is.” Hardy cracked a smile and Paddy halted at him.

“This isn’t a joke, Harry.” He said bitterly.

“I know it’s not. But this baby isn’t replacing our family. It’s expanding it.” Harry reasoned. “We’re all gonna have to come together to make sure this baby is the happiest baby in the U.K. That’s gonna make our family closer than ever.”

“And you’re always gonna be our baby brother. But now you have a new title.” Sam added.

“What?” Paddy asked curiously.

“Baby uncle.” Sam said, making a face when he heard how dumb it sounded.

“Bunkle, if you will.” Harry nodded.

“I absolutely will not!” Paddy snapped.

“Then just uncle will do. And being an uncle comes with a lot of responsibility. It’s our job to corrupt that baby and make Tom look like a total nerd.” Sam jeered.

“He might have that part covered.” Hardy reminded them.

“What if I’m a bad uncle?” Paddy feared.

“None of us have done this before. We’re all gonna be figuring it out together. And if you mess up, just blame one of us.” Sam told him.

“Yeah. Just blame Sam.” Harry added and Sam gave him a look.

“No matter what, we have each other to fall back on. This baby is a great thing, Paddy. Just wait and see.” Sam smiled at his younger brother. Paddy nodded, finally smiling back. A nurse in pink scrubs coming into the waiting room caught their attention.

“Paddy Holland?” The nurse asked.

“Yes?” Paddy stood up from his chair.

“Y/n would like to see you.” The nurse smiled kindly.

“Coming.” Paddy told her before turning back to his brothers. “What’s that about?”

“Maybe she finally realized she wants to be with you over Tom.” Harry shrugged.

“Shut up. Really? No she didn’t. Do you think though? She wouldn’t. Right?” Paddy went through a range of emotions and his brothers laughed.

“Just go.” Sam pushed him forward. Paddy nodded and followed the nurse down the hall. She opened the door to a room and let Paddy go inside.

Once inside the room, Paddy saw you laying in bed with Tom right beside you. Something inside him told him to be quiet, so he stood patiently at the door without saying a word. The opening of the door alerted you to his presence and you waved him over.

“Hey, Paddy.” You said softly as Paddy approached your bed. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

As Paddy knelt beside the bed, you moved your arms to reveal a sleeping baby wrapped in a pink blanket.

“We wanted you to be the first to meet her.” Tom smiled proudly at his brother. Paddy stared at the baby in childlike wonder and you bounced her gently.

“Paddy, this is Beth Patrica Holland.” You told him.

“Patricia?” Paddy looked you at you expectingly.

“Yeah. After my favorite brother.” Tom smiled at his brother, then held a finger to his lips, signaling him not to tell Sam or Harry.

“She’s beautiful.” Paddy breathed as he saw mini versions of your features in the newborns face. “She looks just like you.”

“You think so? I think she looks more like Tom.” You laughed softly as you nuzzled your nose to Beth’s head.

“No, no.” Paddy shook his head. “Like I said, she’s beautiful.”

Before Tom could respond, Beth coughed and her eyelids fluttered open. Paddy stared into her eyes, seemingly void of color but a mixture of every color all at once. He smiled at Beth, and smiled back.

“She smiled at me!” He tried to keep his voice down, but the excitement got to him.

“That means she just used her diaper. Tommy, could you?” You held the baby up and Tom happily took her in his arms.

“Of course. Come here, Princess.” He cooed to his daughter as he walked to the changing table. Paddy finally took a good look at you. You were sweaty and makeup free, forehead still glistening. Your hair was pushed back and your cheeks had a dewy pinkness to them that Paddy had never seen before.

“You look beautiful too.” He said sincerely and you chuckled.

“I look like a just pushed a human out of me.” You shook your head.

“Exactly.” He said. “That’s a beautiful thing to do.”

You looked at him fondly and gave him a soft smile.

“You know, it was my idea to make her middle name Patricia.” You told him.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah. I had to name her after my boy.” You cupped his face and he beamed at you. Maybe he didn’t end up with you like he wanted, but he was still your boy. You had just confirmed it.

“I’m gonna take care of her.” Paddy looked over at Beth with determination. “I promise.”

“I know you will.” You said and pulled him into a hug.

Over at the changing table, Tom sang quietly to Beth as he changed her diaper.

“Just a few more hours and I’ll be right home to you. I think I hear them calling. Oh Beth, what can I do? Beth, what can I do?” He sang and she squeezed his finger, making him well up with tears. He picked her up and held her against his chest, letting her warm up after being on the cold table. He continued singing softly in her ear as stroked her tuft of hair.

“Hurry up, Tom.” Paddy called quietly from the bed, dying to see Beth again. “I want to see my girl.”

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Gold Rush

Finally venturing into writing for Brock, and so excited to put this out there!! Very appreciative of the encouragement I’ve gotten throughout this from @brockadoodles who had (rightfully so, man deserves it) made loving Brock her BRAND. If there was any hockey who’s made to be a dad, it’s Brock Boeser, and I’ve genuinely loved getting to put this together. Love hearing feedback and what your favorite parts were, so reblog and pop into my inbox!

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Brock had loved kids his whole life. Being around them, looking after them, the first day a kid asked him to autograph his jersey was burned into his brain alongside precious few other memories, most of the others involving you. And anyone who had ever seen him with Easton could tell that Brock Boeser loved babies. He had wanted kids since he was old enough to know what being a dad was, and knew so strongly that was a path he wanted — needed, honestly, there was too much love in his heart to not share it with everyone he could — that he wouldn’t ever have let things get serious with you if that wasn’t a life you wanted for yourself. Parenthood wasn’t for everyone, and he never held it against the women he had dated who didn’t want to be moms, but it was for Brock Boeser. 

He remembered the day he brought it up with you, his voice soft and hesitant as your head rested on his shoulder, a blanket thrown haphazardly over their laps as Return of the Jedi played on the TV. “Do you want kids someday?” Brock asked. He spoke gently, not wanting to scare you off with thoughts of the future coming too fast for you to handle, wondering if maybe seven months into a relationship was too early to bring up the type of commitment that lasted a lifetime. But he had to, had to protect himself from getting more invested and one more broken heart in a relationship that wasn’t just headed down the wrong set of train tracks, it was going the opposite way entirely. But, as you spoke, it turned out that he never had anything to worry about, and Brock wasn’t sure if he’d ever been more relieved in his life. 

“I do,” you said, looking up at his face, trying to read his expression. “Always have. Not sure how many, I’ve always thought two or three sounded good. But we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” 

Brock couldn’t help the way his heart absolutely swelled, the way you spoke of him in your future, with such ease and certainty as if you weren’t even entertaining a possibility that he wouldn’t be a part of it, that he wouldn’t be the one you would have children with. He twisted his neck, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. “We will.” 

So Brock loved kids, and you loved kids, and it had been established over a year before he put a ring on your finger that they were something in your future. You bought a four-bedroom in Shaughnessy, the idea being that one would be a guest room and two would be reserved for the kids, whenever they came along. “We can always add on,” Brock had said as you signed the papers, the real estate agent dropping the keys into your palm with a warm smile. And you knew that he would, you knew that Brock wanted as many kids as you were willing to give him. But you’d start with one. That was the plan. That was the plan, so a few months after you got back from your honeymoon in Scotland you went off of your birth control. Kids would happen when they happened, but you both knew you’d rather them sooner than later, and thus had begun your journey towards starting a family. That was the plan, so a year and a half ago you had swapped the pill for a stock of pregnancy tests, taking one a month and whenever you were feeling even slightly off for good measure, sure that your nausea and headache wasn’t the beginnings of a flu but rather your baby making themself known. 

When six months of trying came and went without a single positive test, you both started to get a little antsy, but you knew that these things took time, and you knew that it hadn’t been long enough for there to be any real cause for concern. But you still called your doctor, started exercising more and taking folic acid like she recommended, you and Brock both cutting down on your alcohol. “If you’ve got to do all this, it’s only fair I have to make some changes, too,” he had said. You loved your husband for many reasons, chief among them being the fact that no matter the circumstance, where you were or who you were with or how people were acting, he never made you feel like you were on your own. Everything was a team effort in the Boeser household. 

It was six months, and you were doing okay, and Brock was genuinely winning the award for the world’s best husband with how deftly he could calm you down every time you saw the words not pregnant show up on a pregnancy test, but then it hit a year of trying without success and you started to get worried. It was July, and you knew it was common in the NHL to try and time births for the offseason — if you got pregnant in the summer, your baby would have been born in the middle of a playoff push — but you honestly would have settled for any timing. So you visited a fertility specialist at the Mayo Clinic, a quiet recommendation Brock’s mom got from a friend’s daughter. You loved your own mom, but Laurie truly had been your saving grace in everything. A quiet, steady presence who offered more love and support than you could ever ask for, giving her advice only when asked and never once betraying your trust by telling anyone. But Dr. Gonzalez got the tests back, both yours and Brock’s, and said that nothing was wrong. “Unexplained infertility,” they called it. It was nothing anybody was doing wrong, nobody’s fault, not a matter of hormonal imbalances or obvious lifestyle factors or anything that would have let you blame it on yourself. Which, on one hand, was so good and so relieving, so desperately needed. You needed to know that it wasn’t your body, and it wasn’t Brock, that was keeping the two of you from finally being able to grow your family. But on the other hand, there were few things more hopeless or frustrating than hearing that they couldn’t find a cause. That meant that there wasn’t anything you could have done differently, true, but that also meant that there wasn’t anything you could do. It was a waiting game, and you were never good with being patient. 

Pregnancy scares were more common than people might know, if the experiences of you and your friends were anything to go by. There were high school boyfriends, college roommates, half of the people you knew had worried they were pregnant or had gotten someone pregnant far before they were ready. But now, when you were settled down and established and were building a life with the most amazing man you had ever had the fortune to love, and you wanted a baby, it wasn’t happening. The clinical definition of infertility was the “failure to achieve a clinical pregnancy after 12 months or more of regular unprotected sexual intercourse.” You had committed the definition to memory over the past 14 months, and whether you knew it or not, Brock had too. You had always been good at tests. Good grades, always the essay the teacher used as an example in class, graduated top of your class at UBC. But this was one test you couldn’t study for, and one you couldn’t believe you had failed time and time again. 

Which brought you to December, normally one of your favorite times of the year but one that you had recently begun noticing all the doom and gloom in that others had always mentioned when speaking about the winter months. You still loved the holidays, Christmas and New Year’s and everything in between, but you thought that in your second year as a married couple, you wouldn’t still be a family of two. It was a year and a half since you and Brock had started trying for a baby, and there was still no luck. It was a year and a half, and you had started talking about options. Vancouver had some amazing fertility specialists, and adoption was something you had discussed looking into, but you had both agreed on waiting a few more months before taking that route.  

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Which brought you to almost three weeks later, two days before New Year’s Eve, your head in the toilet and your husband leaning up against the doorway. “God, I feel like shit,” you said, leaning up against the wall when your nausea had finally seemed to subside. “I bet, last time I threw up was our honeymoon,” he said, trying to make you laugh. Brock had insisted on trying haggis in Scotland, saying he needed the “full experience,” but regretted that decision as soon as he spent the better part of the second night of your honeymoon in the hotel bathroom throwing up from food poisoning. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, gratefully taking the cup of water Brock handed you as you leaned up against the bathroom counter. 

You caught his eyes searching yours as you set the glass down, his face wearing an expression you had come to know well in the four years you had been together. There was something on his mind, but he wasn’t sure if he should say it. “Yeah?” you prompted, raising your eyebrows. 

He gave a tiny shake of his head. “It’s nothing, seriously.” 

Now it was your turn to look at him. “Brock, it’s going to eat you up if you keep it all inside. Spit it out.” 

“How long has it been since you took a test?” Brock asked gently. 

You should have known. God, you should have known that’s where his mind would go, and the worst part of it all, the part that made you feel even worse for getting your husband’s hopes up that maybe this was finally it, maybe it had finally worked, was that you couldn’t even blame him. You had been snappier at Brock the past few days, something both you and he had attributed to your overall weariness about the whole process, you had to practically slap his hands away from your breasts the other night while you were having sex, and this wasn’t even the first time you had thrown up this week. But it was flu season, and you worked with kids, and seemed to catch it more years than not despite taking the flu shot religiously each October. You’d be looking for a missed period, but they had always been light and you had experienced some spotting when Brock was on a road trip the week before. 

You pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes, shaking your head. “I don’t know...A month? A little over? I just hate that it’s getting so clinical, that’s not what it was supposed to be about, that’s never what it was supposed to be about.” 

Brock ran his hands up your arms, back and forth, the same way he had been comforting you for years. “I know, baby. And I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel that way, more stressed or disappointed in yourself, because it’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault. We’re going to have a baby one way or another, because I love you and I’ve never met anyone who’s more excited, and ready, and made to be a mom quite like you. And whether you have the baby yourself, or we adopt, or whatever path we decide is the right one for us, they’ll be ours, and they’ll be so loved.” Brock ghosted a kiss over your forehead, his eyes closing. “You don’t have to take another test if you don’t want to, the last thing I want to do is make you more anxious over all of this. But I think it might be good. I think it might help.” 

You breathed out deeply through your nose, shooting your husband a weak smile. God, he was so good to you. “I’ll tell you if I do.” 

Brock nodded, stepping towards you and wrapping you in his arms, whispering your name as he leaned his forehead against yours. “No matter what happens — tomorrow, next week, next year, I don’t care — nothing you do will ever make me love you any less. We’re good. We’re gonna be okay.” You could have filled a hundred books with the reasons why you loved Brock Boeser, and this was one of them. The way he loved you, so selflessly and sacrificially, without an ounce of ego and never expecting anything in return aside from your heart. You didn’t know what you had ever done in this life or any past one to deserve him, but there wasn’t a day you didn’t thank God for the privilege of letting you love this man. 

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It was finally New Year’s Eve, festivities having taken over the city — really, they hadn’t stopped since Christmas — and hardly a flat surface was left undecorated with posters or metallic tinsel, or both for good measure, including almost the entirety of yours and Brock’s house. He had volunteered your place weeks ago as the site for the team’s New Year’s Eve party. It didn’t generally draw a crowd as big as the holiday party earlier in the month, which usually had not only the players’ partners, but children and whatever family was visiting at the time, so Brock had asked if you’d be willing, and you agreed easily. You loved getting to spend time with the team, and you were even more inclined than usual to gravitate towards any kind of distraction that would take your mind off of the stress you were under. The stress that you put yourself under, to be fair. So you threw yourself into planning and preparation, pulling out the ice chest from the garage and filling it up, making sure people were bringing enough champagne, cleaning every inch of the house with Brock until it was spotless despite the fact that you both knew you’d have to do the same thing in the morning. 

Some two and a half hours into the party and most everyone who was drinking was sufficiently drunk, the TV in the living room flipping back and forth between the broadcast from Times Square and Youtube karaoke that nearly everyone had been roped into at some point or another. You sipped your soda, half-sitting on one of your barstools next to Holly. “You’re not drinking?” she asked curiously. 

“I had some earlier, trying to pace myself” you said, waving your hand. “Someone’s got to look after that one.” You nodded towards Brock, who was having what looked to be the time of his life in your living room while badly singing along to One Direction. Holly nodded. You knew she probably wanted to ask more, but she was too tactful to push. “It’s so nice to see them all like this, just letting loose, having fun. It’s hard to remember sometimes that these are just guys in their 20s and 30s when they’re constantly off travelling or away at games, doing things most people their age only dreamed of. They don’t get the chance to be normal hardly ever. And the season can get stressful...It’s just good to see,” you said. 

“It is,” she agreed. 

You checked your phone. Twelve minutes till midnight. “You want to help me get the champagne ready?” 

Holly smiled. “Let’s do it.” 

Nearly twenty flutes of champagne later — you had no idea where Brock had managed to find all of the glasses — you walked around the corner, your head poking into the living room. “Champagne’s in the kitchen, everybody. Five minutes till midnight!” 

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” Brock said, leaning in for a kiss after walking over. 

You scrunched your nose. “Babe. It hasn’t even been ten minutes.” The second you had gotten back from refilling your drink earlier, Brock had dragged you into what turned out to be a very endearing but not-so-successful rendition of I’ve Had the Time of My Life in the living room, minus the lift. He wanted to go for it, and you trusted your husband with everything, but you really didn’t feel like spending your New Year’s Eve in the ER after having crashed into the Christmas tree. Dirty Dancing was one of the first movies you had ever watched together, so there was more than a little meaning behind the choice, but you doubted you were exactly making Jennifer Grey proud. 

“Ten minutes away from you is ten minutes too long,” he said, nuzzling his head into your neck. 

The fingers of your free hand carded through the hairs at the base of his neck; you loved it when he let his hair grow out like this. “Okay, babe, I believe you. How much have you had to drink tonight?” 

Brock pulled back, rolling his eyes at you in exaggeration. “Only two beers since the night started. I’m not drunk, I’m not even tipsy, I just love my wife.”

“Could be worse,” you quipped. You squeezed his hand as the two of you walked into the kitchen, after half of the guests had already grabbed their flutes and made their way back into the living room for the countdown. Grabbing your drink from the other side of the counter, you held it in your far hand as you and Brock turned back around, taking your place by the Christmas tree. You glanced towards the TV, where the Times Square ball was slowly inching towards the ground. “Anyone else think it’s a little weird that we’re all staring at a TV waiting for something to happen that already happened 3 hours ago?” 

“I don’t believe in tape delay,” Elias said. 

Quinn nodded seriously in agreement, but the corner of his mouth twitched up. “It doesn’t exist. That little notice in the corner, saying ‘this is a recording of an earlier broadcast? Fake.” 

You snorted into your glass as everyone’s attention turned back to the screen. Three minutes till midnight. “I was a little apprehensive at first when you said you’d put us down to host,” you said, leaning back into Brock’s chest, “but I’m glad you did. This is nice.” 

“I’m glad we’ve got everyone around,” he said, looking down at you. “What are you drinking?” he asked curiously. He hadn’t noticed before, too caught up in the euphoria and exhilaration of the night, but the more he looked at it, the more he realized that your glass looked different than everyone else’s. 

“Sparkling cider,” you said, your heart rate picking up. “I brought it in case any of the kids came.” 

“But there was plenty of champagne left?” Brock questioned. “We’re at our own house, it’s not like you need to be playing designated driver.” You let out an airy laugh, the kind that made Brock’s eyes immediately snap to yours because he knew you so well, he could read even the slightest actions, the smallest shift in tone, and he knew what that particular laugh meant. It was your nervous laugh. “What is it?” he asked, guiding you around the corner to the darkened hallway, the residual glimmer of the lights from the Christmas tree glowing softly on the walls. 

You looked up at him, the purest most radiant smile you had ever given him crossing over your face. “You’re not supposed to drink when you’re pregnant,” you whispered,  your top lip trembling and letting you know that you were only moments away from tears. 

Brock was speechless as he looked at you, the near-silence of the hallway a strange contrast to the growing noise in the living room as the clock ticked closer and closer to the new year. “And you’re...You’re not drinking because…” He faltered. 

You gently took both of your glasses, setting them on a side table before taking his left hand in your own, running your thumb over his wedding band. “I’m not drinking because I’m pregnant, Brock,” you repeated, your voice cracking. 

“Are you sure?” he asked. You felt a twinge in your heart, but you knew you really couldn’t be upset with him for not being sure. It had been a year and a half and there had been more than once where you both thought it was finally it, that it had finally taken. 

You nodded, squeezing his hand. “I took a test the other day, after you had asked me if I was going to. God, I wasn’t expecting anything different, Brock. I wasn’t expecting anything,” you said. “But three minutes was up, and I turned the test over,” his hand tightened almost imperceptibly around yours, “and I saw a plus sign. I’ve never seen one before, Brock, it’s never been positive.” You didn’t realize you had started crying until Brock reached up with the hand that wasn’t holding yours, wiping away a tear that had fallen onto your cheek. “But I didn’t want to get my hopes up again. Not until I was sure. So I found a midwifery center online, called — thank God they had a cancellation — and went in yesterday. I wanted to get it confirmed, but I didn’t want to do anything without you. I didn’t even look at the ultrasound, all I had her tell me was that everything looked absolutely perfect for seven weeks along.” 

It was your husband’s turn for tears now, neither of you paying any mind to the deafening countdown that was happening just steps away. “You’re really pregnant?” 

You nodded again. “We have an appointment again in two days. They’re going to show us the heartbeat.” 

That was what broke him, bringing Brock down to his knees in front of you, his hand slipping from yours as he brought it up to rest on your lower stomach. Where his baby was. Where your baby was. “I’m finally going to be a dad,” he said, as if the knowledge that both of your lives would be changed forever come next July was just now hitting him, as if he’d never known purpose and fulfillment quite on the same level until you spoke those words to him. 

You knelt down next to him, dropping a kiss on his lips just as the clock struck midnight. It wasn’t like any kiss you had ever shared before, not overwhelmed with passion or desire or want, nor the small, steady sort of kisses you had grown to love in your years as a married couple, the kind that said you’re my best friend in not so many words. This was a kiss of adoration, of devotion, of pure reverence for your husband and the life you had finally created together. “We’re having a baby.”

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Lilies of the Valley XI

A/B/O!BTS x Reader

Flowers can have different meanings depending on the flower shape, color, and method in which they are presented. Lilies are my favorite for such a simple flower can have so many distinct meanings.

“ Considered a harbinger of good luck, health, and fertility. Over the years, the flower has been adopted a sign for eternal love.”

Release Date: 06/22/20 @  7 pm

previously ~ next

           YN had remained quiet and tense during the car ride, not wanting to speak for she was afraid what might slip out her tongue. She couldn't tell if Hoseok and Namjoon picked up on her silence, but figured that she could shrug it off if they questioned her. Thankfully she wasn't in the car for long, as the house soon came into sight. It took all of her strength not to throw open the car door and bolt towards her room, but that would only arouse suspicion. So instead, she waited until Hoseok opened the door for her. Interlocking their hands the second she stepped out and leading her into the parlor where the rest of them were waiting. Each of them was scattered around the room each entertaining themselves their way, but YN's eyes immediately found Jungkook. Laying outstretched in the couch with a sketchpad in his lap, as the pencil in his hand moved rhythmically.  

           “How did the appointment with Dr. Lee go?” Taehyung asked, setting down his book. Dr. Lee? “It went well though it wasn’t Dr. Lee that saw me.” At this Taehyung quirked an eyebrow, YN figures that perhaps she should’ve lied but figured that she didn’t have to tell them everything. “Oh? Who was it then?” There was something in Taehyung’s dark chocolate eyes that YN didn’t want to read into. “I don’t know some woman with a weird last name. I don’t remember.” She shrugged and that seemed enough to quell the beta, at least for now.

           Jungkook had yet to look up from his sketch pad and YN desperately needed to speak to him but was trying to think of a way to lure him away that didn’t draw attention from the others. So YN walked towards where he was sitting and planted herself on the ground near his head, “What are you drawing?” She spoke softly, gazing at him instead of the drawing. Jungkook turned, flashing her a bright smile. The alpha looked much more at ease since they had mended their relationship, YN wasn’t sure where she stood with the man now. Not after what she found out but knew that Jungkook was the only one that would give her information. The others would surely lie if they didn’t react negatively that is.

           “It’s a tiger lily.” Another fucking lily. “It’s my birth flower.” The drawing was beautiful, YN couldn’t deny that much. Jungkook seemed to be staring at her instead of the flower though. As if absorbed by her beauty. It reminded YN of the previous night: of the kiss with Namjoon and the intimate moment between the others. She had felt nice, safe, warm in the men’s arms and now there were so many thoughts bouncing around her head. It hurt. Everything. YN leaned further in her lips brushing against the shell of Jungkook’s ear, “I need to speak with you.” When she leaned back Jungkook’s doe eyes were wide and in shock. All it took was the slight tilt of her head and Jungkook jumped off the couch, immediately grabbing YN’s hands and pulling her away from the rest of them.

           YN didn’t need to turn back to know all their eyes were on them.

           Jungkook’s room had a specific aesthetic: very minimalistic with what looked like purposeful clutter. Especially toward the back corners where one was dedicated to his computer, cameras, and gaming station. The other was littered with art supplies, though YN did notice a framed picture of all the men on his bedside table. Jungkook took a seat at the edge of his bed noticeably tense despite what seemed like excitement just moments before. YN had only ever been in Namjoon’s room and it had been a very different environment. Perhaps because the lead alpha exuded charisma and a certain intensity the others did not possess. Jungkook on the other hand often went to extremes with his personalities, especially when it came to her. Tentatively YN walks towards Jungkook deep in thought about how to approach this.

           Why Jungkook? Why did you do this? Why take the blame all these years? Why didn’t you just tell me the truth? Why did all of you lie to me?

           “What’s wrong, Lily?”

           That made YN stop in her tracks. Lily? She had noticed the men referring to her by the nickname but didn’t think much of it before. Now though it meant everything. “Why do you guys call me lily?” She tried to make it sound like genuine curiosity but wasn’t sure it would work.

           “You smell like lilies. It’s a nice smell.” Was that it? It couldn’t be. Jungkook’s nerves seemed to have subsided somewhat and he moved back. Patting the empty spot next to him on the bed. YN was beginning to feel unsure about what to do. She didn’t exactly have a plan and figured that it wouldn’t be easy to put the young alpha’s guard down. Unless… YN walked diffidently, instead of taking the empty spot next to him YN chose to straddle the man. Jungkook wasn't expecting it, nonetheless, his hands immediately came to rest on her waist. His grip sturdy, yet comforting.  

           “Can I kiss you?” YN whispers, not being able to look at Jungkook’s eyes. It might appear coy, but in reality, YN was afraid he would be able to figure out her plan the second their eyes met.

           Instead of replying, Jungkook went ahead and kissed her. His soft pink lips taking their time to ease her into the kiss, entirely different from the way the others kissed her. After a couple more seconds, YN parted her lips letting Jungkook take control. She lost track of how much time had passed, but any last nerves the alpha had melted away the longer they kissed. YN finally ended the kiss, taking a deep breath pretending it was due to the kiss instead she was preparing for what she was about to ask. She hid her head in Jungkook’s neck nuzzling his scent gland and she could swear she heard him whine.

           “Bite me.”

           Jungkook immediately tensed, pulling YN away from his neck and forcing her to look at him. “What?” His eyes moved erratically as if he didn’t understand where any of this was coming from.

            "I'm nervous about doing it with the others and it's been a while. It won't hurt since you've already bitten me." She wasn't being serious but she did need to see his reaction. YN Needed to be certain that what the doctor had said was true.  

           “It should be with all of us present. Namjoon-hyung should be the one to bite you since he’s the lead alpha.” Jungkook was shaking his head, refusing in every sense of the word.

           YN’s hands cupped his cheeks and she planted a small smile on her face. “Yeah, I know but I’m nervous. I don’t know how I’ll react or what is expected of me. I trust you Jungkook and -”

           “No. I said no and that’s enough.” The transformation occurred in the blink of an eye and YN was immediately beginning to regret her idea. Maybe she should’ve attempted to do this with one of the betas. YN tried to move off Jungkook’s lap but his grip held her in place. “We’re all mates and it wouldn’t be fair. We’ve already been together and then you left. Ran away. I don’t want that to happen again.” His arms tightened around her every word he spoke, his pupils dilating in quiet anger. “So we’ll do it together. I can talk to Namjoon if you want. I’ll explain you’re nervous - he’ll understand.” Jungkook had the same look on his face that Namjoon had the previous night. Animalistic almost. As if he was more alpha than human at that moment.

           “Okay, Jungkook.” YN’s tone wavered a bit, but Jungkook seemed happy with her acceptance allowing her to move off his lap. YN swallowed thickly, “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Jungkook nodded, a smirk on his face. “I’ll wait for you.”

           Before she left Jungkook called to her, “Anything else you want to ask me?” He knew. He had to. There was no other way around it, he had figured her out.

           “Yeah, um, where the others around during my first heat?”

           “Yes,” Jungkook said with ease. “They were in the house but didn’t participate. You should know, you asked for them to be there. Remember?”

           “Ah, there you are.” Seokjin had caught her while she was attempting to sneak away back to her house. “Can I speak to you for a bit? It’s important.” YN nodded, still dazed with that had happened with Jungkook. “Are you okay? You’re a bit pale.” Seokjin’s large hand cupped her chin, tilting her head upwards. Seokjin’s scent was always calming and YN wondered how that occurred when he was an alpha. Seokjin pecked her lips quickly, not bothering to ask, before telling her to follow him.

All of the men's rooms were located on the second floor of the house, except Namjoon's who was on the third, despite this, there was a complicated layout to it. YN was certain that it would be easy to get lost and began to think that was done purposefully. Especially because Seokjin turned so many corners and different directions only to end up in the group's study. The room was a combination of all their differing tastes and had looked somewhat incohesive until YN had organized it while in her nesting craze.  

           “What is it, Seokjin?” The alpha went towards the computer in the center, unlocking it and searching for something.

           “Your parents contacted us.” His eyes darted to her momentarily before focusing back on the screen.

           “They contacted you?” There was a second question there, but YN didn’t feel the need to voice it knowing Seokjin would pick up on it.

           Having found what he wanted Seokjin printed it out, an email, and handed it to her. “They apologized for their behavior and everything that occurred at the party. They stated that they feel remorseful and understand if you don’t wish to speak with them for a while.” It was all a bit too much. Everything that was occurring to YN right now. Perhaps noticing how the omega’s shoulders were shaking and the unshed tears in her eyes, Seokjin pulled her into an embrace.

           “Why didn’t they just tell me?” Why did they abandon me? Is it because - Once again her thoughts headed towards a dark direction and YN wondered if her life would have turned out differently, better, had she been a beta. “I don’t know sweetheart.” She wasn’t sure how she should feel being comforted by the man, but she desperately needed a hug. “There’s something else, YN.” YN gently pulled away from Seokjin stepping back to leave space between them. Not trusting her voice not to falter, YN nodded encouraging him to continue.

           “Your parents are cutting off their financial support. They said things have gotten tough and they can’t afford to maintain both you and your sister.”

            Now that provided a different kind of problem because if YN wanted to get out of the house, she'd have nowhere to stay. Unless she roomed with Rosé but YN found that unlikely, Rosé didn't have enough money for the two of them. "Don't worry I already spoke with the others and we've agreed to help Rosé out." YN snapped out of her thoughts. "What do you mean?" Why would they need to help Rosé?

           “Your parents were paying the rent, so Rosé didn’t. Which is a good thing because she couldn’t afford it anyway and your landlords don’t seem very lenient. Considering they kicked you out without remorse.” Seokjin’s tone was blunt and careless, his arms crossed across his chest. It then dawned on YN what all this was. What they were doing. Surely they knew by now, they must’ve. YN was being cornered and cut off being implicitly told that she couldn’t leave without there being consequences. It wasn’t just about her anymore, but her best friend as well. They were providing financial support to Rosé in the case YN acted out of line.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. I'll speak to Rosé about it later on today."  

          The day dragged on and soon dinner rolled around, YN found herself getting cornered once again but this time by Jimin. "Can I ask something of you?" The others were setting up the table while Seokjin was plating the food. "Sure." Jimin was practically bouncing on his feet, it made her anxious though she would never state so. "Can you sleep with us?" YN's eyes widened and she shook her head immediately, Jimin only chuckled though. "Not like that perv. I meant in our bed," His eyes dragged seductively along her figure. "It would be nice and it's something we should do before we continue." Jimin didn't elaborate anymore, in fact, he didn't even let her answer. Simply kissing her before walking away. Ar this rate YN was beginning to entertain the usage of a mask, but what worried her wasn't how often they were kissing her. Rather than biologically speaking, she enjoyed it - deeply so.

           Seokjin had cooked Samgyeopsal, Japchae, and kimchi - upon Jungkook’s insistence - the food was marvelous, but that was to be expected. The men were rambunctious and loud as they typically were, though YN was much quieter compared to them never to the degree she was tonight. Her silence the cause of her attempting to form a game plan for what to do: does she confront the men? Does she simply try to escape? Without monetary support, the only place that would welcome her was the boarding house, but that wasn’t an agreeable option. Not to mention they would assign her a social worker and have to prove that her environment was a hostile one - which it wasn’t explicitly. For as progressive as living near the city was, it didn’t compare to the rights omegas had in other countries. The way they could govern themselves without needing a mate.

           “YN.”

           All their eyes were on her, YN realized they must’ve been speaking to her, and being so lost in her thoughts, she had failed to notice. “I’m sorry, I zoned out for a bit. What were you saying?” They all stared at her with such intensity, YN nearly cowered in her seat.

           “My rut is coming soon and that can tend to somewhat trigger the others,” Namjoon spoke, his voice was calm and the words seemed planned. “I hate to put you on the spot and don’t want you to feel pressured, but we wanted to know if you would participate.”

            Fuck. “i-I’d have to think about it. I promise to let you all know.” Hopefully, that would be enough of an answer for them. YN hoped they wouldn’t truly pressure her into anything, though from their modus operandi it didn’t seem like it.

           "Don't worry, it isn't that big a deal," Taehyung states, cutting up his food and placing it in his mouth. YN wonders if that is a lie too. Out of the corner of her eye, YN can feel Jungkook staring at her. The look seems inquisitive, but she ignores him and focuses back on the food.

       “You startled me,” YN says as she tries to calm her racing heart. It seems the men could not leave her alone for a second. YN had stated that she was going to shower and change, Jimin had told her to ‘hurry’ and that they would keep the bed warm. YN had to control the shivers that threatened to go down her spine. Yoongi was leaning against the door of her room, a small smile on his face. “Jimin was persistent that I make sure you did not run away.” It sounded like a double entendre even if it likely wasn’t meant that way. “Truthfully, however,” Yoongi sighed, “I wanted to check up on you. You seem a bit off since the doctor’s appointment.”

        Was it that noticeable? Maybe they were just more observant than she’d ever give them credit for. Speaking about the appointment wasn’t the best way to, YN knew she would slip up and reveal too much. Instead, YN decided to ask the one thing she’d always wanted to know, the one propelling force in their bond.

        “What is the pack bond like? I mean what does it feel like?”

         Yoongi remained silent for a while, still staring at YN but not fully acknowledging her as if lost in thought. The silence lasted so long YN assumed he just wasn’t going to answer, resigning herself to yet another failed attempt. Until Yoongi finally spoke.

         "Have you ever been by yourself in nature? Surrounded by nothing but grass, trees, the sound of birds, the breeze of the wind. Surrounded by life. At that moment, you feel connected to the earth. As if you were not a singular being, not an anomaly, but apart of something greater: a part of life. There is no reason to question your existence or your purpose in life because you are simply a part of this grander tale. No more or less important than the flowers on the ground."

          The fixed look Yoongi gave her spoke much more than his words ever could. "It might sound silly, but that was the pack bond feels like. That's what I felt like seeing Namjoon that first time, meeting the others, and seeing you in that field during school. It felt as natural as breathing and as beautiful as living." So consumed where the two of them by each other at that moment that both failed to notice what information had been revealed. It would not be until later that they would realize it as well. YN felt her heart skip a beat and she took a tentative step towards the beta.

          “Yoongi -”

           At that moment the phone would ring, his phone, Yoongi answering it with urgency. YN recognized Hoseok's voice from the other side, but couldn't decipher what he was saying. Suddenly YN heard the sound of police sirens off in the distance when her eyes met Yoongi's again the betas glare was cold and unforgiving. He hung up the phone and turned around, not even sparing a glance at her as he opened the door.

          “Stay inside.”

          It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order. The door closed behind him and YN stood frozen on the spot trying to wrap her mind around everything that had just happened. Her feet led her to the door before her mind could catch up, her hand rising to meet the knob only to find it locked. YN tried again, tried with both, she pushed and pulled against the doors but they wouldn’t budge. This was it. He’d locked her inside. He’d locked her away.

“Yoongi! Yoongi open the door! Yoongi open the door! Please! Open the door!”

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My Cousin, Pedro Pascal

Ximena Riquelme

16 NOV 2017 12:53 PM

Before being the protagonist of Narcos or filming with Colin Firth, José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal (42) was a child whom I knew very well because we are from the same family. A man who today looks with nostalgia and some perplexity at his place of origin and his history and who still does not answer what would have happened if he had stayed here.

The first memory I have of Pedro is in the arms of my mother during his baptism, in the garden of my house. She was a weeping bus and had huge black eyes. I was 9 years old. It was cloudy. Years later I learned that the priest was Gerardo Whelan, the legendary rector of Saint George's College. Pedro's parents were not at his baptism: my uncle, José Balmaceda, my mother's only male brother, and his wife Verónica Pascal were asylees at the Venezuelan embassy, which was on Bustos street, near my house. Pepe, as we used to say to my uncle, who years later would become a famous gynecologist, an expert in fertilization, was then a 27-year-old young doctor, in those days wanted by Dina. Some time before they had hidden Andrés Pascal Allende, Mirista and his wife's uncle. One day they came to take him to the José Joaquín Aguirre Hospital and he managed to escape by jumping through the roofs. It was October 1975.

Like most of the Chilean families, there were supporters of both sides in mine: for and against Pinochet. Trying to help Pedro's parents, my dad called a relative who held a high position in the Army. "Tell the children to get asylum, because I cannot guarantee their lives or that nothing happens to Veronica," was his reply. She was 22 years old. Then began the journey of my uncles and with them that of my cousin José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal. Pepe and Verónica had to start living secretly in different houses. Pedro, who was only 6 months old at the time, and his 3-year-old sister Javiera were left in charge of my mother's older sister, "Aunt Juani."

The second memory I have of Pedro is when I accompanied my parents, who carried him and his sister in their arms, to stand on the sidewalk in front of the Venezuelan embassy so that their parents could see them through the window.

My uncles left the Venezuelan embassy for the airport in January 1976, Pedro was 9 months old and obviously does not remember anything. I just remember that they didn't let me go. Pedro could not record the image, which I could not see, of his grandfather Luis Pascal Vigil - a very prominent lawyer - singing the National Anthem on the balcony of Pudahuel. A memory that is not mine but that I adopted, for cute.

As the people of the International Red Cross advised our family on time, Pedro and his sister did not leave the embassy with their parents, but arrived directly at the airport: this allowed their passports not to be stamped with the "L" for " limited to circulate "that stamped on the exiles who left. Therefore, the years that Pedro and Javiera came could come to Chile without problems. And for that reason, the choclón of cousins, we were able to share long summers in Pucón and some winters in Santiago.

The Balmaceda Pascal first arrived in Aarhus, Denmark, in October 1976. A year later they left for San Antonio, Texas, where Pedro's father was able to continue improving himself thanks to a grant from the Rockefeller Foundation. Veronica earned a PhD in Child Psychology.

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"But Denmark is invisible to me," Pedro writes me by email. A while ago I proposed to interview him at a distance to travel a little about his history, and here we are, in front of the computer, sharing memories. "It is invisible to me, like everything that happened before. Although once, after telling him about my childhood, a doctor told me that the temporary separation with my mother was trapped in the memory of my body and that I could remember it through the senses".

My cousin, far away

The third memory I have of Pedro is a summer in Pucón. It must have been in 1978. "Pepelo", as we said, was no longer a guagua but a restless, very blond boy, who was so impacted by poverty in Chile that when he went out on the street with his gringo accent, he asked any person: "Are you poor?" He took food out of the pantry and gave it away. With my cousins we rented a warm wooden house, colorful, with the door frames out of square. It was summers with trips to those black sand beaches that burned the feet and picnics in Caburgua with lamb on the stick. They took us to mass and Pedro sang very inspired.

"This is where the memories become more vivid, like dreams," he writes. "I remember so many details: my older cousins, children my age who were like family. The beach seemed endless. I also remember running down the hallways and stairs of Aunt Juani's house looking for Santa Claus at Christmas."

XR: What was it like leaving your parents in the United States?

PP: "I think the trauma was going back to the States, although I obviously wanted to be with my parents. But childhood in Chile, with the Balmaceda and Pascal, was a dream, a world where nothing was missing, pure adventure and love."

Now that he tells me that, I remember that image of Pedro hanging on the neck of our aunt Juani, crying in Pudahuel because she did not want to return. At that time going to the airport was a panorama: we were going en masse to leave him and his sister, who traveled in charge of the stewardesses.

In 1981 I went with my parents and my two sisters to see the Balmaceda Pascal in Texas. I remember an eternal road trip from Miami, I remember Pedro's house, in a middle-class neighborhood, comfortable, beautiful, lovingly arranged by his mother. I remember the tears of my mother and Pedro's mother when we said goodbye to return to Chile. We still didn't know when they could return. Although Pedro never fully returned.

In December 1983, Pepe and Verónica were able to enter Chile. The whole family was packed on the terrace of Pudahuel, waiting for them. I remember the Balmaceda Pascal walking from the stairs of the plane to the International Police. I remember them happy, triumphant. Pedro was 8 years old and chose to stay in my house, in love with my girl sister.

We all went to Quintero, to the house of our grandfather Pepe, a great smoker, tennis player, and fanatic fanatic who took us to the town cinema to see double Tora! Programs, Tora !, Tora! More Bridges on the River Kwai and other old movies. Surely Pedro had to see several. Since he was a boy he said he wanted to be a "director". He liked horror movies and was a big movie consumer, like his dad.

PP: "I remember going to the movies with the cousins and the grandfather to see anything with Clint Eastwood, Sylvester Stallone. They leased me VHS movies to see alone and happy."

XR: You once recited Hamlet on the beach with Grandpa.

PP: "No, it was Death of a Salesman, by Arthur Miller. I was about 14 years old. I videotaped it and lost the fucking camera on the trip back to the United States."

After that summer, Pedro began to come more sporadically. He was already grown up, at school and then at university. They had moved to Newport Beach, California. His father was doing very well. But Pedro, not so much.

PP: "I think that the way the family supported me in Chile was the opposite of what I experienced in Newport Beach. I started well in California but at 13 years old, very involved in the cinema, reading plays, books, TV, TV, TV, obsessed with these things, I had the bad luck to find few like me. It was a world very attached to conservatism and its privileges where not fitting was punished. There was a group of shitty goats who were my friends the first year and became my terrors thereafter. I don't enjoy remembering that time, but there are deep connections from back then. Friends of my parents who are like parents until today."

Pedro's mom soon found a performance arts program at a high school in another district. A more inclusive school compared to Corona del Mar, the neighborhood where they lived in Newport.

PP: "My mom and my driver's license were my salvation. There I was able to unleash my appetite for movies and theater without limits."

As time went by Pedro became a fun, provocative teenager with character. He said he was "lazy", but he went to study Theater at NYU in 1993 and he loved it. I started to see it less. When he came to Chile he went out with his friends, I was already married and having children.

XR: Did you find that our way of life was very boring?

PP: "Bored, no. But overwhelming regarding life's permanent decisions. I didn't have the Catholic structure, and I felt there was no room for a young guy like me. Like suddenly, from one trip of mine to another, you had lives that included marriages and children, and pleasing the visits of the gringo cousin was no longer an option for all of you. I had to duel, because I was jealous of his inattention."

XR: Do you find us very conservative?

PP: "Yes, but it is a major contradiction for me. I come from the perspective that no one can decide how someone else should live their life. And well, in our family there are social rules that are very firm. I think that a person has the right to live his life conservatively or wildly as long as he does not negatively impact anyone or tries to embarrass others by his lifestyle. I don't touch these issues very much with our family for fear of hearing their perspective, but what I do know is that if I ever needed help I could ask any member of our family by the name of Balmaceda, and I would get it."

In 1995, Pedro's parents returned to Chile with their two youngest children, Nicolás and Lucas, who had been born in California. Javiera also came for a couple of years. Pedro stayed in the United States.

PP: "It was a very scary period. I grew up with my family in the United States and from one day to the next there was no home to return to. Suddenly the idea of the safe nest was gone. It was shocking because in previous years I took for granted the privileged life we had in California. I never thought that this could change as suddenly as happened to my parents when they became exiles. Everything felt fragile. Also, I knew that my parents' marriage was wrong and that the tension of those circumstances was hardly going to end. My mother's life felt in danger and the line between needing her, being there for her and finishing my studies and pursuing a career was a horrible conflict. I knew that my mom wanted me to continue doing mine, she never would have wanted me to sacrifice it."

XR: Did you really resent the failure of your parents' marriage?

PP: "For me it was the hardest time. I have not been able, and I do not know if someday I will be able to reconcile completely how my parents separated and the tragedy that came after that separation. The circumstances of my mother's death made it very hard for us to keep her memory of who she was. It hurts so much ... Sometimes I feel distressed and try to face it in the best possible way, because I know that my mother would not like me to do it in any other way."

Pedro lost his mother when he was 24 years old.

PP: "It's hard to say what I remember most about her. You met her, so it is easy for you to understand that she was the love of my life. I think of her every day. Since I don't pray, I can't say that I have a practice to feel her close, but I live for her even though she's gone, and that makes sense to me."

From Alexander to Pedro

XR: Do you believe that pain makes us stronger or does it seem like a horrible cliché?

PP: "I don't think it's a terrible cliche but a profound reality. In some way, losing the most important person in your life, discovering that something like this is possible and that what you fear most in life can happen is an identifiable and permanent moment. There is a before and after after his death. I think, yes, that old age would not have been for my mother, there would have been no footwear with her. Of course, no one wants to grow old, but others can handle it better. I would not have liked to see my mom struggling with it, but at the same time, I wish I had her every day still with me."

It may have been the summer of 2012. Pedro said to our aunt Juani: "I am 37 years old and I still can't get what I want. And it's the only thing I know how to do." It had been a long time since the death of his mother in the summer of 2000 that Pedro had changed his name. From Pedro Balmaceda to Pedro Pascal. He had been searching for years, years of casting where, by being called Pedro Balmaceda in the studios, they hoped to find a Latin or classic Mexican phenotype. He had only made minor appearances in some series.

XR: Although you did not regret it, you did wear Alexander at some point. Why?

PP: "That was a desperate period and directly related to having lost my mother. I was desperate to work, to fill my days with something more to suffer. To eliminate the confusion that casting directors had with this guy named Pedro with European or Caucasian traits, I changed my first name to Alexander and took my mom's last name, Pascal. That only lasted a year, until I was able to find a job and be selected for an Ibsen theatrical classic. But it was too late for people to identify me as "Alex". Also, my mom named me Pedro. So the decision was to call me Pedro Pascal, a name that fits with me more than any other."

Soon after that came Brothers and Sisters, other small roles, and later more important ones in The Good Wife, The Law and Order, The Mentalist, until Game of Thrones, Narcos in 2015 and now, filming Muralla china with Matt Damon and William Dafoe - last year we all went to see his cousins together - and then Kingsman 2 with Colin Firth, Julianne Moore, Jeff Bridges, Halle Berry and Channing Tatum.

XR : Have you ever been excited acting with such powerful actors?

PP: "I have been thrilled with everyone."

With fame have come the new meetings of the cousins with Pedro Pascal. We all want to see him, take pictures of us, we ask him for greetings-chub for friends, we inflate ourselves by saying that he is our cousin. That Peña, the protagonist of Narcos and the sexiest guy in the world, is my cousin-brother. He laughs and humorously calls us "scoundrels" because now we remember him. In fact, that's what our cousin chat on Whastapp is called.

But there is also the modesty to disturb him. Know that you are busy. That while I'm sending you these questions, you're filming in Boston with Denzel Washington. And to feel that there is always a lack of time to speak to him calmly, a space to ask him questions like the ones that occur to me now:

XR: Exile changed your life. Can you imagine growing up in Chile?

PP: "I don't know, because I haven't thought much about it. I have been asked this question all my life and have never been able to come up with an answer. Perhaps my life would have been more complete and solid. What I am used to is that the past disappears as if it had been lived by someone else, in another time."

XR: Do you miss something from when you were Pedro Balmaceda?

PP: "You know? There is very little difference between Pedro Balmaceda and Pedro Pascal. As it is all part of José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, I feel the same person. But with back problems and more money."

XR: Would you like to start a family?

PP: "Being a dad? I don't know. I have no fucking idea. I love being an uncle. It may just end there. But anything is possible."

XR: Marialy Rivas said something very nice about you on Saturday: that when you play a character, you pretend that this character brought a whole previous story, much bigger than what they are telling. And it's true: you carry a bigger story than you tell it.

PP: "I don't know, cousin. I am very confused trying to organize the past and see what turns out. It helps me understand the pain or be grateful for what I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm a fraud, living between waiting for fame and attention and completely embarrassed by these wishes.

In reference to what Marialy said, I think she means that I put all my confusion, joy and sorrow, ambivalence, hostility, rage, love, lust, greed, compassion, ignorance, knowledge either to indicate a map with the finger on Narcos, throwing an arrow in Game of Thrones, lashing out at Kingsman. Cool! But I think my experience in theater taught me that."

XR: Would you someday like your life to be a script?

PP: "No way." (in english)

XR: Do you still want to be a "director", as you used to say when you were a kid?

PP: "Yes! That will be my way of being a father. Father of a production."

XR: Is dreaming about an Oscar the dream of every actor, even if you don't confess it?

PP: "I confess that possibly… yes."

[kirishwima]

May I have a request a finding out that the MC finds out that they are pregnant with RFA +V, V's is with Lucy?

yes, i love this prompt! however for V, I’d rather have Lucy still be their adopted daughter-changing the way she came to be their child doesn’t sit right with me, I hope that’s okay :)

I’ll use she/her pronouns for MC, but if you’d like me to change them then feel free to let me know <3

YOOSUNG:

* Knowing how much of an over-excited mess he’d become at the news, MC waited patiently for him to be done with work for the day, come back home, take a shower and finally come to flop down on the couch besides her, leaning his head on her shoulder.

* This was their usual routine, finding some time before bed to talk about their day, plans for tomorrow and what not. MC gently ran a hand through Yoosung’s hair, toying with the blonde curls. “So...I’ve got some news” she started, biting at her lip.

* Yoosung hummed, already dozing off on MC’s shoulder, blinking back the sleepingess as MC nudged him off her shoulder. “Baby come on, I think you’ll want to be awake to hear this” she laughed, teasing him as he stifled a yawn.

* “You’re saying there’s something more important than a full 8 hours of sleep?” he asked, fully aware of the irony-how in college he’d go nights without sleeping a minute to game, to the present, where he can’t function properly without a minimum couple hours of sleep before work.

* MC hummed, pretending to think as she tapped a finger to her chin. “Let’s see...would knowing you’re about to become a dad be important enough?” 

* She smiled, raising a brow as she saw the range of emotions running themselves over Yoosung’s face. Shock, confusion, excitedness-his mouth agape, eyes wide and teary. 

* “You-what-we-who-we-baby?!” he jumped off the couch, pointing to MC’s stomach as she bit her cheek to contain her giggles at his over-exaggerated reaction.

* “Yes Yoosung”, she affirmed, nodding down to her own belly, “there’s a baby right there. How...how do you feel about that?” despite the shaky grin on his face MC was still hesitant, worried how Yoosung might feel once this excitement wears off. Sure, they ocassionally discussed future plans, but never to great lengths, and it’s normal to freak out in such a situation and-

* “Are you kidding me?! We-MC we’ll be parents! Omigosh I’m-” he fell to his knees, leaning forward to lean his head into MC’s lap, his hands on her thighs gripping tight. 

* Gingerly he looked up, gently bringing a palm to rest on her lower abdomen. 

* “Hi baby” he whispered, not caring if the baby was old enough to hear him through the womb or not. He’d be sure to study all that later. “I’m-I’m your dad. I can’t wait to meet you buddy...”

* Honestly....both he and MC teared up at that. Neither of them really expected it, but they both couldn’t wait to be parents. 

ZEN:

* MC had taken a pharmacy test that came back negative, but her period was still running late. Confused, she decided to book an appointment to her gynecologist as soon as possible, worried what the implications of this may be. If not pregnancy, then what...?

* Zen had come into the room the moment she’d been on the phone, booking an appointment for the following week. He raised a brow as he heard her, but she simply smiled, holding up a finger as a cue for him to wait a moment.

* “Babe, what’s up? Everything alright?” he asked as soon as she hung up, coming close to wrap his arms around her waist.

* “Mm, yeah just, my period’s late and uhm-” she hesitated, unsure of how to continue. Quite frankly, she wasn’t sure of what was going on either, so how was she to explain it to Zen?

* She felt his grip around her waist tighten, his breath hitching. 

* “Wait-does that mean-could you be...?”

* She turned around to face him, not surprised to find pure glee on his face-they’d discussed their plans for the future before, and they both had agreed they’d wanted to start a family together, just never decided on the when.

* MC smiled, running her fingertips across Zen’s knuckles. “I don’t know. I really don’t, but I guess we’ll find out once I go to the doctor” she shrugged.

* Zen hummed, leaning his head atop her shoulder. “Next week right? Tell me the time, I’ll make sure to make time to come with you.”

* “Wha-Babe you don’t have to-” MC started before Zen cut her off with a quick peck on the lips and a wink as he twisted her around to face him.

* “Shush. Whatever the doctor tells you, I’ll be there with you, and we’ll face it together. Always” he said, his smile softening. 

* And as a man of his word, Zen was there with her at MC’s appointment, holding her hand as her gynecologist took an ultrasound probe and looked knowingly at the screen, turning to face MC and Zen with a smile.

* “Congratulations you two”, they smiled, both Zen and MC turning to the doctor with wide eyes, “you’re about 5 weeks pregnant!”

* Now, if anyone asks, he won’t admit it, but did Zen jump up and down in that examination room, screaming and giggling like a kid? Did he cry and lean down to kiss MC, who was currently stuck with an ultrasound probe inside her and a little unable to cheer as excitedly with him? Did he have to clear his throat and apologise to the doctor who had to hide their laughter behind a cough? 

* Yes. Yes he did. 

* He’ll talk to MC’s belly non-stop, will be there for EVERY appointment and ultrasound, will cry when he first hears his baby’s heartbeat or sees the first 3D ultrasound. He’ll do every single bidding of MC, from weird cravings to holding her when the morning sickness hits, just 100/10 the best partner and father.

* Plus the first thing he teaches his kid is to never ever call Jumin ‘uncle’ :’)

JAEHEE:

* Okay listen, there’s a little backstory here that I can add thanks to my current weeks of working at an ObGyn and Fertility clinic;

* So Jaehee and MC, after establishing their coffee shop and having it run well for a few years, decided they were ready to take the next step and start a family together. However, there were many limitations when they tried to adopt a child, so they researched other options, and found that a single woman, can in fact, receive a sperm donor and an IUI (In Utero Insemination-just fancy terminology for ‘putting the sperm in the womb with a tube!), without too much of a hussle. 

* So they opted for this option. They sat through the paperwork together, mutually decided who it’d be who’d try and get pregnant-they both had no quailms about it so they kind of decided over rock-paper scissors lmao, and so the process began.

* However, even with modern day medicine, pregnancy in such means isn’t 100% guaranteed; in fact, the chances are about a little over 40%. So after the procedure the two worried, hoped luck would find them and they’d be able to start their own little family.

* A couple weeks after the procedure, Jaehee was manning the coffee shop whilst MC took a break back home to come take over the evening shift later on. It was a quiet day, not many people in the shop save for a few of their regulars and a couple friends, their cat Cocoa who’d now become the cafe’s mascot strolling around like she owned the place.

* Everything was peaceful...until MC came running, the bells over the front door jingling manically as she slammed it open and ran to the counter Jaehee had been standing at.

* MC panted, leaned on the counter to catch her breath as Jaehee fretted over her, a million worst-case-scenarios running through her brain.

* “MC? What-what’s wrong, what happene-”

* Before she could speak MC lifted her head, a huge grin on her face. “Jaehee. Baby we did it! We’re pregnant!”

* Jaehee was, for the first time in forever, at a loss for words, her lips slack, her hands dropping to her side as her brain short-wired. “We-we are? You took a test? You?”

* MC nodded along to Jaehee’s line of half-questioning half-realising, laughing as tears welled up in Jaehee’s eyes. She ran across the counter to MC, meeting her half-way into a crushing hug as they laughed and cried together. 

* “We’ll have a baby” Jaehee whispered into the crook of MC’s neck, the wetness of her tears pooling into the cusp of skin.

* “Yeah. Yeah we will Jae” MC nodded along, stroking soothing circles into Jaehee’s back.

* They were lost in their own little world...before the sound of clapping brought them back to the present.

* Of course the few customers in the shop had heard and seen everything, and both their regulars and their friends were eagerly cheering them on, some even whistling and yelling ‘congratulations’ at the two who were now a blushing mess.

* Even Cocoa the cat came by to meow at them, as if to say ‘eh, whatever, congrats I guess’ which was....probably the nicest thing this cat has ever done for them lmao

* And that’s the story of how their coffee shop had now become famous for the ‘super mom duo’ that runs it hehe

JUMIN:

* If you think this man wouldn’t get emotional over finding out he’ll be a father you’re a) WRONG b) REALLY WRONG and c) GOTTA PLAY HIS ROUTE ALL OVER AGAIN

* Will he be scared? YES! He’ll be stressed, but listen-it’s probably not for the reasons you’re thinking.

* When MC announces her pregnancy to him, it’s not over a candle-lit dinner or whilst lounging on the couch. Nah, this man is observant af, especially when it comes to the person he loves.

* He noticed her coming home with a pharmacy bag after work and frowned, instantly wondering what its contents were.

* “MC, you seemed in perfect health today, is something wrong? Should I call a doctor?”

* MC was quick to reassure him that no, she was fine, but was hesitant when explaining that her period was running late, worried how he’ll take the news-sure, they were married, but they never really explicitly discussed the potential of having kids and a family, she didn’t know how Jumin would react to it.

* “I see” he nodded, “You did seem worried, I was hoping you’d eventually talk to me about it. So you’re taking a pregnancy test? If it’s alright with you, can I wait outside for you to tell me the results?”

* If anyone else were to hear the conversation, it might seem like Jumin was cold, distant even. But MC could tell the little incantations in his voice, how his eyes gleamed, his mouth twitching at the corners-he was hesitant, yes, but also excited. And to be honest...so was she.

* So Jumin waited, his arms folded and foot tapping anxiously on the floor as he leaned on the wall right next to the bathroom door, holding his breath until he heard the door open, seeing the little stick MC held in her hands, how her shoulders shook as she looked down at it.

* “W-what does it say?” he asked, fearful of looking down at the test himself-he doubts he’d be able to understand it even if he did.

* “It’s-it’s positive. Jumin it’s-if this is right then I’m pregnant” she looked up to him, eyes welling up with tears. Jumin sighed, unable to contain a smile from forming on his own lips as he wiped away MC’s tears, holding her face in his palms.

* “We’ll book an appointment with a gynecologist first thing tomorrow, but if it’s true then...MC, I’m happy. I truly am.” He said, knocking his forehead with hers. 

* She let go of the test, put her hands around his back, feeling the soft shake of his body as he took in the new information. It was a shock to them both, but together, they’d be able to prepare for it. However...

* “Jumin...? Are you truly happy?”

* He leaned back, smiling down at her. “If I were the same person I was before I met you-before I fell in love with you...I wouldn’t be. Then again, I never would’ve been in this predicament if that were the case, but regardless, back then I would’ve worried that the woman coming to me with a child of mine would seek out only money and fame, not to give the child the love and nurturing it needs to grow up well and safe.”

* He let his eyes flutter shut, opened them again as he looked on, shakily bringing a hand down to MC’s abdomen. 

* “With you....with you I know it’s a child that’ll grow up loved, cared for. We’ll raise them together, and they’ll get to grow up as a child, not as a tool. That’s...that’s all I want for our child. To grow up loved, happy.”

* So...yeah. He’ll be scared, and boy oh boy the first time MC gives him his child to hold he’ll be so scared but also so happy I think it’ll be the first time Jumin Han will cry with joy, but overall? He’ll be one dang great father

SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

* Let’s assume that this all happens well after he finds his brother and leaves the agency-he’s still a hacker, but a ‘white hacker’ or whatever it is they’re called, often-times collaborating with C&R to strengthen their online security, doing hacking tests e.t.c. 

* He’s in a good place, his bond with Saeran is slowly improving, and his love for MC is constantly growing, so the two have had the time to talk about their plans for the future, about what they want and the relative timelines.

* Saeyoung always wanted a family-that much we’re all aware of. But...he never expected he’d be allowed to have one. Now that he’s given the opportunity to start anew he’s excited, but also terrified, waiting for something bad to come right round the corner and take it all away. So to now become a father...he’s not sure how well he’ll handle that responsibility.

* Well, he shares these fears one late night with MC, which...makes it all the harder for her to tell him when the tell-tale signs come up. When her period’s late, when it’s completely gone for one, then two months. When she feels sick in the mornings, nauseous and bloated, why she makes excuses for her odd behavior much to Saeyoung’s dismay.

* In fact, it’s actually Saeran that notices what’s up, quickly putting two and two together since he’s not the one MC is actively trying to avoid. 

* He confronted her about it, and she broke down, explained it all to him, how she’s done more than a few pharmacy tests to confirm her suspicion and they all came back positive, what Saeyoung had told her and why she feels terrified of telling him the truth.

* And Saeran...well, he’s dumbfounded.

* “You...are you really that stupid?” he asks, brows raised. MC can’t help it-even though she was crying whilst speaking to him, her tears stop at the sudden proclamation and she looks up at him wide-eyed. 

* “Listen, I know my brother’s an air-head and all, but do you really think that little of him? That he wouldn’t be over the fucking moon if you told him he’s gonna become a dad?”

* Well......talk about perfect timing, who happened to come back home and walk into the living room at the perfect moment to hear this very last bit of the conversation?

* Yup of course Saeyoung stood there, his keys dropped to the floor as he stared at his twin and his girlfriend, confusion and shock evident on his face.

* None of them spoke for a long moment whilst Saeyoung composed his thoughts.

* Then, with perfect calamity he simply took a deep breath, let his eyes fall shut. “Saeran, can you leave for a bit? I need to speak with MC.”

* Saeran merely nodded, throwing an apologetic look MC’s way before heading out the door, the loud thud alerting MC and Saeyoung to the fact that they were now the only two people in the house.

* The silence was deafening, constricting MC’s lungs like a monster’s tentacles around a shipwreck. 

* “Sae-listen, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner, I didn’t know how to and I-”

* She didn’t get to finish her words. Saeyoung held a palm up, motioning for her to stop. “How far along are you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, breaths raspy and shaky.

* “...about 8 weeks now” she admitted. 

* Saeyoung took a step closer to her, crumpled onto his knees as he wrapped his hands across her belly.

* “I’m-I’m going to be a dad” he whispered, mainly to himself, a declaration to make himself believe it, “and all I’ve done so far is make you worry-MC, I’m so sorry. I should’ve never, never made you feel like there was anything you couldn’t talk to me about. I’m-I’m worried. I’m terrified but I’m so happy-so, so happy” he mumbled the last words into the fabric of her shirt, hiding his tears on her body.

* MC wrapped her arms around her, stroked his hair as he cried. They eventually found themselves laying side by side on the carpet like a pair of teens wasted at a house party, holding hands as they stared up at the ceeling.

* “...Do you think they’ll be twins?” Saeyoung joked, relishing in the small huff of laughter elicited from MC.

* “I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle another pair of twins in this household” MC teased back, “that’s like...quadruple the amount of pranks” she shrugged.

* They stared at the peels on the paint, content in the silence before Saeyoung propped himself up on his elbows, turning to his side so he could rest a hand on MC’s abdomen.

* “Think it-they-whatever, think our child can hear me?” he asked, trying his best to hide the creeping blush blooming up his neck.

* MC hummed. “I’m not sure”, she admitted, “but I think you should try and speak to them regardless.”

* Saeyoung nodded, taking a moment to compose himself. “Hey baby. Or babies. Or whoever it is in there” he laughed, “um, this-this is your dad. Don’t confuse me with your uncle, otherwise I’ll be super sad okay?!” He rolled his eyes as MC’s belly shook with laughter, waiting for her to calm down before he continued.

* “Listen...I’ve always dreamed of being a dad, and of having a big happy family. I’d tell my brother-that’s your uncle, I’d tell him every day when we were young that when we grow up we’ll live together in a biig house, and we’ll have a toy factory together, and I’ll have a direct line to Santa Claus so I could help him provide gifts to all the kids in the world-and that I’d have my own big family, and that my kids would always get any toy they want, and if that toy didn’t exist, then I’d make it for them. And...and I’ll do that for you too. So if there’s anything you want, start thinking about it, and I’ll make it for you. Anything.”

* He smiled, stroked his thumb across MC’s belly. “I need you to know I love your mom very very much. If she wasn’t here, I don’t think I’d ever be able to dream of having a family and being a dad again. So...so you should know she’s an amazing person, and that I’ll forever be grateful she stumbled into my life, and that she chose me out of everyone else out there.”

* He looked to MC, leaned back down to knock his forehead across hers.

* “Thank you”, he whispered, “thank you for the best gift I could’ve ever asked for”.

V/JIHYUN:

* This happened after the two had adopted Lucy. Their daughter was a bundle of joy, an angel that brought so much happiness to their daily life, that Jihyun could barely even remember the horrors of his past.

* Even if he were to ocassionaly have a nightmare or remember a horrible memory, MC would be there to hold his hand, or Lucy would be there with her big smile and tight hugs, the two chasing all the bad things away.

* Lucy was also equally happy, absoloutely adoring her parents and her uncles and aunt of the RFA-there was only one tiiiny complaint she had...

* “Mommy, daddy? Can I have a baby brother or sister to play with? Pleaaase?” she’d ask, sweetly blinking those big blue eyes of hers as if she was asking for a new toy or a candy, ignoring the awkward looks her parents shared trying to think of how to explain to her that they can’t just...bring a baby sibling to her on demand.

* This led to an awkward talk of the different ways babies come into a family; from the belly into the world, and then into the arms of a loving mom and dad, be it biological or not. Luckily, Lucy never seemed upset about being adopted; the two always worried wether it was right to tell her from such an early age, but Jihyun prided honesty above all else, so the two decided to ease her into the topic, making sure to shower her with love and affection so she’d know that how she came to be their daughter didn’t matter to them at all-they were just happy to have her in their lives.

* But lo and behold; her wish really did come true.

* One day Jihyun and Lucy were in the back garden playing with watercolours, making the white t-shirts they were both wearing a swirling mixtrue of colours. As Jihyun came back inside to wash up, he found MC in their bedrooms’ bathroom, holding something in one hand, the other covering her mouth as if in shock.

* “MC...? What’s wrong, is everything alright?”

* She turned to him, eyes teared up which only added to his worry as he looked down to her hands, finally noticing the stick she was holding.

* Slowly, he put two and two together, his brows raising. “You-this is....are you..?”

* MC nodded, biting her lip as Jihyun gasped, laughed, a quiet huff at first before he burst into a full laughter, tears welling at his eyes as he gripped MC by the waist and swirled her around, holding her tight. 

* Lucy walked into their bedroom at that very moment, peering in curiously at the commotion. “I wanna lift too! Me too!” she giggled, running to her dad with her arms extended. 

* Gleefully Jihyun picked her up, bringing both her and MC close for a family group hug. 

* “Lucy, honey, you said you wanted a baby brother or sister right?” MC asked, stroking her daughter’s hair as Jihyun held her up to their eye level. Lucy nodded furiously, her cheeks red, eyes gleaming.

* “Do you still want one now?” MC continued, biting her lip to stop from smiling. Lucy nodded again. “Yes!! Yes, I do, I want one! And I want to help them drink their milk and put them to bed when they have bad dreams. And when they grow up we’ll play together all the time!” she beamed, Jihyun hiding his grin into her hair as MC nodded along to her daughter’s words.

* “Well baby, you’ll get a sibling soon. Mommy has a baby right here” Jihyun explained, bringing a hand to touch MC’s abdomen, “and when they’re born you’ll be a big sister!”

* Lucy was in awe, staring at her mom’s belly like it was made of gold. “There’s a baby in there?!” she pointed, looking incredulously to her parents. 

* Jihyun nodded, gently leaning down to let Lucy back on the ground. “They’re still very very small”, MC began to explain, “but as they grow you’ll even be able to feel them kick and move”.

* Suffice to say, everyone in their little family was thrilled at the news. Jihyun was worried, ever a worry-rat even when Lucy was a baby, but Lucy was already preparing to be a big sister, insisting on coming along with her parents at every doctor’s visit, asking the doctors a dozen questions each time. 

* As the baby grew and MC’s pregnancy got heavier, she could see the worry plaguing Jihyun, a concern he refused to voice. But MC was no fool-she could tell what it is he was thinking.

* “You know”, she told him one night, as she rested her hands on her growing baby bump, “I wish they’ll have your eyes-that gentle gaze of yours, it’ll be really nice if they inherit it from you.”

* Jihyun sighed at her words, turning on his side to bring a hand over her belly. “I don’t...MC, you know what I fear. I don’t want them to be anything like me I don’t-I don’t want them to go through anything remotely similar to what I did, to be anything like me, like I was, like I still am if I stop trying to change-I want them to have a good life. Them and Lucy..I want them to be happy.”

* MC pouted, gripping Jihyun’s hand, interlacing it with hers. “What you went through didn’t happen because of who you were, only because of the circumstances you were put under. You’re kind-hearted, self-less, caring and gentle, and yes, you put others above yourself and are quick to carry all the burden even when there’s others around you willing to lessen the load. But none of those are bad qualities Jihyun. And improving yourself isn’t a goal-directed process, it’s an open-ended journey. I hope our kids grow up to be like you.”

* Suffice to say, Jihyun was floored. MC had read him like a book, and he knew that, even if he initially didn’t want to admit it. Eventually he laughed, shaking his head. “I love you, you know that?”

* MC rolled her eyes.

* “I sure hope so”, she teased.

I went a ~little~ overboard with these but listen I’ve been doing ObGyn work for nearly a month now so it had to serve as inspiration somehow hehe

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ hyunjin with infertile s/o

hyunjin x reader | imagine

↬ genre; angst at first, fluff ending

↬ warnings; cursing, vomit, blood, mentions of miscarriage, and mentions of cheating

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hyunjin couldn’t believe it, after preparing a nursery, filled with tiny blankets, filled with stuffies and pacifiers, with a chair in the corner for feeding, he was packing it all up. the crib was still in the box due to the fact you both were way to lazy to do it and there were the three cans of paint in the corner, a specific shade of soft yellow, made to brighten up the walls that were still a dull grey.

the pregnancy was hard, of course it was. you had these pounding headaches, horrible morning sickness that would keep you in the bathroom for hours, and your lower back killed you despite not even being far along. you slept less and were glued to the cold floor of your bathroom most times, but hyunjin would be behind you with a glass of water and a hair tie — sometimes bringing in a pillow or blanket just in case.

his hands would rub gently against your back as he had pulled your hair into a lazy bun or lazy ponytail, urging you to come into his arms so you didn’t have your back hunched over the toilet bowl.

“princess, come here. alright?” he’d whisper, his voice thick with sleep - despite having a night well rested unlike you who wriggled in the sheets trying to find a comfortable spot.

his heart felt heavy, the day he came back home and you were in an immense amount of pain, only to be surprised by blood that thickly coated your hands and thighs. your cries were even worse, hyunjin deciding to hold you close and pray. whoever was listening to him, he hoped they would answer him, so reluctantly he stripped you down and changed your clothes. he held a towel with a shaky hand, his hands slipping around the backs of your thighs and carrying you. 

your worst nightmare was spoken to you both by a doctor, her face expressionless and her words cold. “you have suffered a miscarriage, we can follow up with natural expelling, which is will take days and might cause infection, or we could go ahead with the medication to help with the process.” 

“i just wanna go home, please?” you asked, getting a nod and hyunjin would have his heart break, knowing that you two weren’t going back home with a baby. he smiled warmly, though it hurt to look at you, he let out a breath and let you slip into the spare clothes he had for you all while preparing to head back into your empty house. 

hyunjin couldn’t bare to be in your shared bedroom, it was suffocating, so instead of taking his normal side on the left, he cuddled up to the sofa with a blanket and throw pillow to accommodate him. soft sobs left his lips while tears escaped from his eyes and he could only imagine that this should’ve been him sleeping on the couch, waiting for the baby to cry as they needed a change or feeding, not where the nursery was empty and slowly losing life.

he remembered the night of where you two couldn’t stand each-other anymore, he was so angry— there was obviously something that he held above you.

you two often were in bed together, trying to recreate the most boring, and basic sex you had ever had. it was like a pattern, almost every night you two would attempt the same dance, you both so desperately wanted a baby - everytime hyunjin would see the same negative or one line on the screen of the pregnancy test. hyunjin would have his hands lingered against the naked skin that was your stomach, slowly letting his finger creep to the soft band of your bikini cut underwear. it was repetitive, tiring, and had you both exhausted emotionally when you would get your hopes up. your body turned, hyunjin’s touch leaving your stomach, hearing his sigh from beside you.

“why did you move?” hyunjin questioned, “i know you aren’t sleeping.” you huffed, wishing he’d just leave it alone. “not tonight.” you mumbled, letting yourself move to get comfortable.

“fine.” hyunjin glared which you could feel as if he was drilling holes into the back of your head, feeling him pull his pillow out and move away from you. “what are you doing?” you called out, starting to get up and follow him to the living room which he was heading to. 

you cannot believe this.

you watch him turn around as he throws the pillow down and groans, seeing you have followed him which he was trying to avoid.

“i hate you. i hate you, how— how could you? how could you not realize it? this was all your fault! i—i’m never gonna get my dream, right? all because of you.“ there you now stood in front of him, realizing exactly what hyunjin thought of you now. he thought this was your fault, your fault that you lost your baby together— you killed your own child. he looked at you, a glare with so much hate, a glare that he’d never gave you. something that told you that he wouldn’t forgive you.

“stop. this— not my fault. how— to even think that i would be able to predict something like this would happen, nor would i want something like this to happen. how do you think i felt? how do you think i felt when i was in pain— when i knew our baby was dying! do you fucking know?” your voice was loud, broken and wavering but you were not going to let hyunjin tear you down like this. not when he had no reason to. “you don’t think i want a baby as much as you?” your voice small and fighting back tears.

“no, i don’t think you do.” hyunjin says, taking his spot on the couch and watching your figure head back to your shared room. he let out a loud sigh before letting his head hit the pillow, his eyes fluttering shut.

you reluctantly decided to go to the doctors, by yourself. you wanted answers, answers that you haven’t gotten in months. you had seven months to yourself, constant sex, feeling miserable, and no baby. 

“it’s premature ovarian failure, it seems like your first pregnancy was always going to fail. it was purely luck, but it seems that children won’t be in your future. there are however other options rather than carrying yourself, such as adoption or surrogacy.” 

they sent you home with a paper, along with three brochures that could aid you in your two options, as-well as help aid you in informing you on infertility. 

meanwhile, hyunjin decided going out would be best. a few drinks, that would help, yeah. he met a few gorgeous woman, probably fertile as ever. maybe they could mother his children, it crossed his mind - being unfaithful, just to see if they could make his dream. he let her buy him a drink, but decided to dip out with the lame excuse he needed to use the bathroom, immediately pushing through people and exiting the bar. 

that was how you two were lead to your family, hyunjin coming home to you asleep on the couch, seeing the adoption brochure, as well as the papers consisting of information about your infertility. he felt the inside of him crumble, instead picking up the brochure of adoption. he saw the children, as well as the newborns - the small feet and hands he always wanted to see. 

his hands shook you awake, a smile plastered on his face and the brochure in hand. “wake up!!” he shouted, his voice happy and excited. “this is gonna be ours.” he says, pointing to the picture of a couple - a family with a child. your eyes were drooped with tiredness. you nodded, hyunjin letting you lay your head in his lap, just as he did before even when you weren’t pregnant - but when all he wanted to do was love on you. 

you two were able to bring out the crib again, resuming painting the walls, able to put the pacifiers and small clothes inside. it was much easier, the two of you often finding yourselves sitting inside and messing around while you two would some days have child services visit your house, checking on your well-being. it was hard, these unplanned visits surprising you both, finally getting a visit that a mother thought you two were right for her prospective birth.

you had gotten the call that she had gone into labor, which she was expecting you two very soon and couldn’t wait for the finalization of this. 

so when you two were able to go down to the nursery, the nurses letting you scoop up your child, in-taking the past hardships you both had went through - this was perfect, it was so worth it. “there’s our baby, yeah? our cute little baby.” though they didn’t look like you two, their skin a shade different and poutier lips - a bald head despite having a father who was a male rapunzel, this was destiny. this was your baby.

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