i hate discussions about what is “””””real art””””” and whether abstract or realistic art is ~~~~the truest art~~~~ it always ends in nothing but a pretentious circlejerk. art is whatever the hell you want to call art. realistic rennaisance paintings that take great technical skill? sure, that’s art. someone painting a bunch of squares in slightly different shades of black to make a statement about perception? also art. marcel duchamp sending a urinal with his signature on it to a gallery for display just to test the limits of what people will consider art? absolutely art if you want to call it that. people making fun of art by putting garbage on the floor of an art gallery and laughing at the visitors gathering around it can be art. who the fuck are you to decide what is true art when art is probably the most subjective thing on this planet.
You and Shawn had talked about have kids, but decided to wait a few years because you got married when you were pretty young.
You had been married for about a few months when you began feeling dizzy and sick. Figuring it was just a stomach bug, you decided not to go to the doctors. After a weeks you weren’t feeling any better. And then it hit you.
You quickly put on one of Shawn’s sweatshirts that was way too big for you and put your hair into a messy bun and getting an Uber to avoid being recognized by Andy paparazzi or fans.
After getting back from the store you knew Shawn would be at the studio so you had time. After sitting on the bed for a while, gathering your courage, you went into the bathroom and took all of the tests. Well you definitely had your answer now. All fifteen of the tests displayed pregnant on their screens.
Knowing that Shawn would be ecstatic, you decided to just tell him when he got home, rather than opting for something more elaborate.
You decided to change into some leggings and take a nap before Shawn got home later.
You were awoken by the sound of the front door opening and closing, alerting you that Shawn was home.
“Princess,” he called out, “I’m home.”
You quickly got out of bed and all but ran to the kitchen, where you knew he would be.
“Hi, honey,” you said happily walking up to him and giving him a quick peck on the cheek as he wrapped his hands around your waist, “I’ve got good news.”
“Thats really great honey,” he said, “but I’ve got a really great idea for a song and I need to write it down before I forget it,” he sated before walking out of the room towards his in home studio.
After sitting on the couch for about an hour just scrolling through Instagram and Tumblr, you realized that Shawn never came back and you were a little disappointed.
While walking towards his studio, you heard Shawn on the phone.
“Yeah, I’ll definitely be there,” he said, “I’ll leave soon.”
You walked into the room and sat on his lap, a slight pout on your lips, “you never came back,” you whined, putting your hands on his shoulders.
“I know and I’m sorry. I just got caught up in the writing,” he said while running a hand through his hair before placing both of his hands on your hips, “but could you tell me when I get back? Jeff told me I need to be somewhere.”
Maybe it was was the hormones but at hearing that you would have to once again wait, you just burst into tears, scaring Shawn and causing him to pull you into his arms.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he cood, you Head falling onto his shoulder.
“I just wanted to tell you my news and now your leaving me, your pregnant wife at home and I still haven’t told you my news,” you cried, barely able to speak clearly so half of your words came out jumbled.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should have listened to yo- wait,” he sitting you up straight, looking into your eyes, “a-are you pregnant?” He asked carefully, not wanting to get his hopes up or to upset you once again.
All you managed to do was nod, still a bit embarrassed from your outburst.
He didn’t speak before pulling you into another hug.
“I love and I love this baby’s and I’m sorry for not listening to you before,” he said before pulling you in for a quick peck on the lips and placing a large hand on your stomach, “hi little princess, you’re a girl, I can just feel it. I love you and your mommy so so so much and I can’t wait to see you and take care of you.” He spoke to your belly, grinning the entire time, almost causing you to cry from happiness.
He looked up grinning, “now that we have little bub, which I’m pretty sure is a girl, I’ll have to start calling you my queen,” he said, now smirking, before pulling in for another kiss.
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Prompt Request: could you do a dad!tom where it’s basically where the reader and him find out she’s pregnant and some cute things he does whilst she’s pregnant and like telling his family and fans and then when the baby is born, his first bonding moment with the child and then just some cute things after about the baby and tom and reader or something please thank you! [ the baby can be any gender or even twins] (for @xkaciesearlex )
Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, fluff, some language
A/N: Takes place about 2-3 years after Spider-Man: Homecoming
When Tom finally decided to tell the press and his fans about one of the most important people in his life, his girlfriend, he had never felt so much anxiety in his life. He wanted his fans to like her as much as he did and he wanted the press to respect her the way he has. (Y/N) had taken a huge leap when she told Tom about the feelings she had for him and thought she was ready to subject herself to the ridicule of his fans and the rest of the public. After a year of dating secretly, Tom finally pulled her out into the public spotlight to show off the woman he loved. Over the course of a few months the commotion had settled down and both Tom and (Y//N) felt even more comfortable in their relationship with one another.
(Y/N) had been living with Tom since they ousted their relationship and things had become more serious than they could have imagined. He had started to seriously consider proposing to her and had even picked out a ring. He kept the small ring box rolled up in his black and red spider socks just in case the right moment happened to come.
One night, as the couple ate dinner at Tom’s parents’ home, (Y/N) felt a strange sense of uneasiness come over her. For some reason, Nikki’s incredible Shepherd’s Pie, that was (Y/N)’s favorite food, had upset her stomach to the point that she had to hurry off upstairs and hurl into their toilet bowl. Concerned (Y/N) was getting the flu, Tom hurried to get her home, but no other symptoms plagued her the rest of the night. The next morning, when Tom tried to surprise her with bacon and eggs, the same thing happened: the smell caused her stomach to churn and immediately, she started dry heaving over the kitchen sink. Tom hurried over to her side and held her hair as she bent over the sink at her waist.
She groaned in disgust for herself and spit the bile out of her mouth as Tom handed her a glass of water. Immediately, she started to panic. Without explaining anything she stated to Tom that they needed to go to the store immediately. He drove her to the closest drug store and lingered around the cold and flu medications, trying to find something to keep her from throwing up, but she walked past him toward the feminine hygiene aisle. His heart immediately stopped as she grabbed a pink, rectangular box.
“You can go wait in the car,” she stated as she grabbed her wallet from her purse.
“(Y/N),” he sighed, his large brown eyes betraying his fear.
“Please, Tom. I don’t want the rumors to hit the press before we know anything for sure. You’re much more recognized than I am.” He knew she had a point but he hated the seemingly cowardice notion that came from leaving her alone. She quickly checked out, ducked into Tom’s car, and they hurried back to their apartment.
Once inside, she rushed into the bathroom, tore the box open and uncapped the two pregnancy tests: one displaying the typical pink lines and the other digital. When she had finished, she recapped them and left them on the covered lid of the toilet seat. Her heart was pounding and her hands shaking as she exited the bathroom and collapsed into Tom’s arms.
“Do…do you know yet?” she shook her head and showed him the two minute timer she had running on her phone. He pulled her tighter against his chest and kissed the top of her head gently, over and over again, whispering the entire time, “you know I love you more than anything right?” “You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met, (Y/N). I love you.” “No matter what, I’m going to be beside you.”
The ringing of her alarm sent her heart into a panic. (Y/N) jumped against Tom’s grasp and started to shake. The rest of her life could change in a second and the anxiety that came with it terrified her. “I’m going to look, love,” he said as she slipped out of his arms and onto the bed. Tom slowly made his way into the bathroom and gently lifted the two white sticks from the toilet lid and turned them over. Immediately, he rushed back to the bed and found his lips crashing onto hers. He could feel the fresh tears leave her cheeks and fall onto his but he didn’t care. Tom grabbed (Y/N)’s face and pressed his lips against hers until her shaking worsened. “We’re going to have a baby.”
(Y/N) immediately started sobbing. They were both still fairly young; she wasn’t sure if she was ready to have a child and she knew that a baby would ruin Tom’s career. His fans would think of her as nothing more than a whore he knocked up, his family would ridicule them on not being safe enough during sex, and the public would see their relationship as another one of those Hollywood tabloids about couples having to stay with one another because kids are involved.
“Why are you crying, (Y/N)?” Tom asked her. She hadn’t noticed the beaming smile forming along his face as he placed tiny kisses all of her her face and rubbed his hands along her stomach.
“This is a mistake,” she cried as she got up, trying to run away from her problems but then realizing she was trapped with it for the next nine months.
“What?” Tom exclaimed. “(Y/N), sure this wasn’t planned, but it’s not a mistake!”
“This baby is going to ruin your career!” her voice was rising and she couldn’t control the tears coming from her face.
“This baby is going to make me happier than I’ve ever been before,” he said. Immediately he remembered the ring hidden deep inside his sock drawer and he jumped to retrieve it. I plucked it from its box and hurried back to the woman who was about to give him a family. “I’ve been hiding this from you for seven months now, (Y/N), but I can’t think of a better time to give it to you,” he began.
“No, Tom, please don’t,” she begged, her eyes filled with tears as he fell to his knee.
“Why not?” he asked gently.
“Not like this,” she gasped. “Not when I’m hysterically breaking down. Not because you feel obligated. Not because I’m pregnant.” The pain in Tom’s heart released through his eyes as the woman he loved could think his love was conditional.
“This would have happened if you weren’t sad, it would have happened if you weren’t bringing a little Holland into the world, and it certainly isn’t happening because I feel obligated to be with you,” he stated firmly while taking her hand in his.
“I understand that this isn’t conventional, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please, (Y/N) be my wife.” She couldn’t speak through the tears streaming down her face, both in fear of her situation and in admiration of Tom. She nodded vigorously and Tom slipped a ring onto her finger.
“But what are we going to do?” she worried out loud. Tom refused to let her panic any longer.
“Come here,” he muttered as they walked into the bathroom. He started the warm water and allowed it to fill up the tub as he gently removed (Y/N)’s clothing and then his own. The two lowered into the tub. (Y/N) leaned against his chest between his legs, steam rose in small swirls around them and covered the mirrors. “Do you not want anyone to know?” he asked as he gently scooped the water into his hands and let it flow down her aching muscles.
“I don’t want your dreams to be ruined because of me. I don’t want your fans or your friends to hate me.”
“(Y/N), they will love you because I love you and they want me to be happy.”
“I still don’t think that telling the world we fucked up is the best idea,” she grumbled.
“Well then we won’t tell the world,” he sighed against her neck and rubbed gentle circles on her stomach.
“Who do you want to tell so badly?” she asked him sounding rather agitated.
“My parents, of course,” he said with a smile on his face. “My brothers, Harrison, my grandparents-”
“Let’s just start with your parents and then maybe your brothers and Harrison,” she said in a shaky voice. Tom knew she was terrified. Her body was about to go through a horribly scary transformation and she faced months of agony leading to the longest and most painful hours of her life, all because of a ripped condom, but Tom was terrified and excited. Sure he was young and not ready to be a dad, but the thought of (Y/N) carrying around a piece of him that was growing into another human being made the fear seem like a bad dream he had two days ago rather than the night terror his fiancé seemed to be enduring.
“I know that you don’t want a lot of people knowing, but the press is going to find out eventually,” he muttered against her warm skin.
“I know,” she muttered hopelessly. “But I-I’m scared. You’re such a great actor; I don’t want this to get in the way of it.”
“Well, why don’t we let it slip that we’re engaged and then the press will be waiting for the wedding instead of little Peter’s birthday,” Tom cooed at the mention of the baby.
“Okay, three things,” (Y/N) said before glancing up at Tom, “one, that’s a really great idea, two, what if the baby is a girl, and three, we’re not naming the baby after Peter Parker, especially since it was more than likely conceived when you decided to get kinky in the Spider-Man suit.”
“I’m glad you like my idea,” he said with a smirk, “if it’s a girl, Parker is a pretty name, and had it not been for Spider-Man, I would have never met you.”
The next day, after letting their family members know about their engagement, Tom and (Y/N) went public with their plans to marry. They answered swarms of questions and had exclusive interviews, but when the day was over, they found themselves back in the other’s arms in the comfort of their bed, still bickering over naming the baby after Spider-Man.
After a couple of months passed by and the doctors had a confirmed heartbeat, (Y/N) and Tom decided to bring their news to his parents and brothers. Dom, Nikki, and (Y/N) were sitting around the backyard watching Tom, Harry, Sam, and Paddy teach one another new gymnastics tricks and flips when Tom found the most casual way to slip (Y/N)’s pregnancy into conversation. Dom came back outside with a cooler of beers, handing one to each of his of-age sons, his wife, and his soon to be daughter-in-law. His intentions were to raise a toast to (Y/N) and Tom, but he would so find out that they had more to celebrate than their engagement. As Dom made his rounds passing out beers, he finally reached (Y/N) only to have Tom blurt out the secret that had kept for nearly three months.
“(Y/N) can’t have a beer, Dad! It’s not good for Pete,” Tom called out as he spotted Paddy’s backflip.
“Who’s Pete?” his father asked as Nikki jumped from her chair, rushed toward her oldest son, and flicked the back of his head.
“Thomas Stanley Holland,” she huffed before running back to (Y/N) and hugging her.
“What’s going on?” Dom asked.
“For the last time, Tom,” (Y/N) spoke, “we’re not naming him Peter!”
“Wait,” Harry and Sam called at the same time. “You two have been having sex this whole time?” they gasped in feigned shock.
“Oh God!” Dom finally realized. “(Y/N), you’re pregnant?” She nodded weakly at her future father-in-law as he quickly turned his head toward his eldest son. “And you’re–you’re going to be a dad?”
“Ans it’s a boy?” the twins asked in excitement as they each hugged the girl who had come into their lives so many years ago.
“We don’t know yet for sure,” Tom explained.
“But I really feel like it’s a little boy,” she continued.
“Does this mean I’m going to be an uncle?” Paddy asked as the excitement took over the Holland home.
“Yeah, Pads,” Tom called as his brothers hurried to hug and congratulate him and their new sister. “It means there’s going to be another little Holland around.”
One morning toward the end of her pregnancy, (Y/N) woke up to a text from Nikki and a smile on a sleepy Tom’s face.
“What are you looking at love?” he asked as his hands fell over her stomach. “How did you sleep?” he continued. “Johnny didn’t keep you up, did he?”
“I slept fine,” she said in reply. “John didn’t kick too much, well, at least not last night. Right now is a different story,” she huffed. Tom flipped onto his side and his long fingers slid across her largely extended belly. His eyes lit up and his mouth formed a small ‘o’ as he felt his son move beneath his hand and his fiancé’s skin. “And I was smiling at this picture your mom send me.” (Y/N) turned her phone around and showed him the black and white photograph Nikki had taken of her and Tessa during the surprise maternity shoot they planned for Tom’s birthday.
The largest smile Tom had ever made slid onto his face. “You know, love, I have seen you in a million different lights at all angles and you have never looked more stunning than you do here.” He immediately pulled her closer to him and kissed her a million times over.
“Seriously, Tom,” she huffed and then chuckled.
“I am serious, (Y/N). I’ve never seen you more gorgeous than you are like this.”
“Like this?” she scoffed. “Like a fat-fucking whale, secretly knocked up?” Her tone was laughing at her expense, mostly because she had grown comfortable with their situation and found it easier to make fun of themselves.
“You are stunning, exactly like this,” he said to her while kissing her lips and feeling their son roll around in her belly. “Just. Like. This.”
Summary - Seth and Reader have been together for just over a year and it seemed they knew all about each other to every little detail. Seth had proven over time that he is true to his character portrayed on screen, ‘The Man’ however when he finds out some life-altering news, will he allow his old cowardly ways to take over.
Warnings - Angst, hold onto your heartstrings.
Word Count - 1,654 words.
I re-positioned my injured hip into a more comfortable angle on the large sofa just as another wave of sudden sickness washed over me; I grabbed the bucket from beside me (having learned from not making it to the bathroom several times in these last two months thanks to your crutches). I ungracefully emptied to contents of my stomach with a groan of displeasure, my own mind scolding how gross this would appear. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my crutches taking the bucket to the bathroom to wash out. I finished up cleaning the bucket and decided to tidy the bathroom cabinets (my OCD kicking in noticing the mess Seth had left behind) as I absentmindedly cleaned my mind began probing all the possibilities of these sudden bouts of illness. That’s when I saw the lone pregnancy test laying solitary at the back of the cabinet, my mind began to spin at a million miles and hour. I couldn’t be, could I?…
I leaned against the bathroom counter, completely in shock as my hands trembled holding the small; yet life-changing pregnancy test displaying a clear little plus sign on the small screen. A few tears rolled down the apples of my cheeks, unsure whether they were tears of joy or sadness; my mind completely occupied with how I was going to tell Seth.
With Seth still remaining in the world of wrestling, it only meant he was away for the majority of the year leaving only a mere couple of days a week for some alone time. This was made even worse by the fact he was currently on the European Tour; hundreds of miles away from me. I strolled out from the bathroom, my eyes roaming to the pale wall which held the calender counting down every single day until Seth returned home. March 2nd… only one day until he’d be home and I’d have to tell him the situation that now only sent chills down my spine.
The Following Morning
Small rays of light trickled through the gap in the blinds ultimately causing my eyes to twitch at the sudden brightness. My mind raced in so many directions… maybe it was the lack of sleep or maybe just the lone fact that this day right now, could be the deciding moment of your entire relationship but it wasn’t soon before all thoughts were washed as yet another wave of sickness rushed over me. After cleaning in the bathroom for what seemed like the billionth time over these past 2 weeks a sudden buzz from the counter halted my movements.
As I placed my phone delicately against the counter-top; the constant thoughts were inescapable as to what this ‘important’ news Seth was so desperate to tell me actually was… It really couldn’t be as important as mine- surely.
A couple of minutes soon turned into an hour and the herculean build of my boyfriend pressed through the doors, immediately sliding his arms free of the multiple bags that beforehand weighed them down.
“Did you miss me babe.” He pronounced as he strode over to my snugly positioned body on the couch. His cold hands caressed the tops of my thighs as he sat prior to him leaning towards me pressing his soft lips against mine. God, I couldn’t deny that man was the highlight of my life, who I dream of sipping tea and playing bingo with when we’re 80 but I also couldn’t really help but feel distant from him in some way. He’s traveling around the world 24/7 but still then he felt closer than what I felt currently. I guess it was obvious- his face flushed of all colour and that cheeky grin that appears on his face everytime he’s home after long journeys disappeared in an instant. “Babe, what’s up with you? You still feeling ill?”
“No, no Seth really it’s nothing. I stopped feeling ill a couple of days ago.” I muttered, however, small faulters in my words were able to affect my whole clarity. It’s not easy to hide the truth, especially not when faced with the single man who knows you better than anybody else. “Well what did you want to tell me because I swear to you I’m fine.”
“Well I’ll take your words as the truth then. Well obviously I’ve just come back from the injury and you’re obviously injured but doctors say you’ll be fine in a few weeks now… I was speaking to Hunter and Steph and they basically agreed for a match babe. The one we’ve talked about forever- A mixed gender match with Us vs. Them! What’ya say baby?” A grin stretched across his cheeks from one ear to the other; an evident sign of his pure elation. This was the Seth I knew, the Seth that is impossible not to love night in and night out, the one who remembers the tiny things and makes them the big things. This was something we discussed on a third date, my hand in his right before our first kiss- that was just over a year ago.
“Oh my god Seth, how did that even come about!? We’ve talked about this since god knows how long! When is the match because I know it’ll take a long build-up so what are we talking; next summer, maybe the next royal rumble?”I inquired whilst a clear sense of excitement surged through my entire body only to receive a raised eyebrow from Seth as a few light chuckles escaped his lips.
“No it took some persuading but 2 months from now; we’re going to Wrestlemania babe.” It was at that exact moment my heart sank to the pit of my stomach knowing deep down that two months is entirely impossible for you.
“Seth- Seth” I aimed to interrupt his speech but he continued to babble on about everything from the ring gear to how we’d do our entrance. He didn’t want to stop talking yet I knew it was now or never. “I’m pregnant.”
Seth remained still, frozen from his previous rambles and the air felt overly denser as silence lingered in the atmosphere. My eyes slowly met his, however, he almost instantly diverted his attention down to his hands. Tears began to brim in my eyes due to the sheer fact that this was definitely not how I wished for this moment. Tears of joy, kisses, a hug… that’s what my mind would’ve liked to picture but this- this was just the polar opposite. “Seth… please just say something,” I mumbled, cupping his cheeks in my palms in order to lift his view to my level. Seth’s face ripped away from my hands immediately as he frantically stood up, beginning to pace back and fourth with two fingers pressed firmly against his temple. My orbs became increasingly diluted as the seconds passed, “Seth it’s still me; just please talk to me.”
But still no answer…
“I can’t” Seth exclaimed shaking his head before grasping the handle of his travel bag and lifting it onto his shoulder.
“Seth- Seth! Don’t walk out that door, please just don’t.” I begged as small drops of tears cascaded down to my chin.
Reaching for the support of my crutches; I rose, starting to slowly make my way over to the senseless body that remained in the doorway. I was too late. He didn’t even look back… He just walked.
“Damn it Seth,” I yelled, my wails overpowering the obnoxious slam of the front door. He could’ve said something; said anything but no. My sobs soon developed into anger which ultimately was forcefully taken out on my crutches as they were flung across the room, hitting against the walls before crashing to the floor. “Goddamn, that man!”
My entire body weight leant against the kitchen counter, it wasn’t long before I lunged for the aid of my phone. Clickling the home button, the brightness seemed to initially blind my already blurred vision before clearing slightly to reveal that one photo; Seth’s arms draped around your hips, that smug grin etched on his face at our first awards ceremony. My arm powered the handheld object towards the opposing wall. It was almost an impulse; a heat of the moment action that I regretted straight away- especially since it ended viewing the framed portrait of our first kiss, smashed and broken into a million pieces scattered across the carpet. My breath hitched in my throat and my hand instantly shifting to cover my mouth; partly silencing the loud weeps that began to echoed around the room.
Two small beeps rang from beyond the glass covered carpet signaling for an answer. What if it was Seth… I stumbled away from the safety of the counter venturing for the first time in five months away from your assigned crutches, even if it was just for a mere few steps.
The first two steps were simple. Slowly but surely was what I had to keep informing myself… One wrong placing and that’s it. That’s it… My left foot reached the ground for the third step but this time it was much different. Tingling sensations pounded through my bloodstream and numbness became ever-present. “Fuck” I groaned in displeasure as my body tumbled to the floor, narrowly avoiding the glistening shards of glass in the near proximity. “Shit, shit.” It wasn’t hard for me to know that my hip killed right now; no way did I want to reinjure this, not at this point but my mind couldn’t fully distinguish whether the sharp pains were radiating from my hip or growing stomach. Please God, don’t let it be the second option.
My fingers roamed across the carpet, luckily in reach of the already shattered screen of my mobile phone. The first contact on my recent, it was him… I needed help and fast so just please Seth pick up.
But still, there was no answer…
A/N - Oh dear lord this was sad to even write. This is only the first installment of this series so stay tuned to see how things work out between these two! Hope you guys enjoyed it! 2nd part should be out pretty soon! ~ Nikkii xo
Hiii! I'm the Anon who wrote that long message with the prompt request. Can I get 77 w/ Jungkook? Thx -Anon Gears (can I become a regular Anon??)
No Refunds (JungshOOK x Reader Fluff)
Prompt request: “Um…somebody broke that.”
Summary: The first time you meet Jungkook, he ruins a display you spent hours making. But he’s cute and adorably embarrassed, so you make the most out of the situation.
Word count: 1.3k words
You stared at the messy, unorganized space around you, wishing your shift would just end faster. The quaint art supply shop you worked in was rarely busy, let alone on a Wednesday afternoon. You took the job because you needed to fund your university career, plus you supported small businesses.
But your boss was scatterbrained and failed to inventory the store properly, leaving most of the mess to you. Plus, he always insisted on having beautiful window displays, so for the majority of your shift today, you slaved over creating a hanging paper sculpture.
A wave of origami pieces were suspended midair using fishing wire. The colours were pastel to match the spring weather outside. The whole thing was beautiful and terribly decorated, so you shouldn’t have been surprised when the display was immediately destroyed.
Two boys around your age burst into the store, barely sparing you a glance from where you stood behind the cash register, as they chattered excitedly. You observed them openly, since you had nothing better to do. The one standing nearest to you was tall and well built, but had a babyish face–dramatically round eyes and pouty lips. His friend was even taller, and had surprisingly similar facial features.
“Dude, why are we even here? Can you even do art?” the taller one asked as he followed his friend through the tiny, messy aisles.
“The fuck, Yugyeom?” the other boy replied indignantly. “Haven’t you seen me draw before? I am the Art God.”
“Ok, buddy,” Yugyeom scoffed. “If you’re gonna buy something, hurry up. I have class in like, fifteen minutes.”
The two boys rounded the store, approaching the front once again. You held your breath as they neared the window display. The artist friend browsed through a marker display, testing a few on the sample pad below.
“Bro, these Copic markers cost more than me,” the boy sighed.
“There’s a pack here on sale,” his tall friend pointed out from a few feet away.
“No way!” he replied, spinning around excitedly.
Time seemed to pass in slow motion as you watched the disaster unfold.
The boy whipped around, searching for the discounted pack of markers a few feet away from him. As he turned, he stepped back to get a better view of the aisle, completely disregarding the delicate display inches away from where he stood. His backpack got caught on several of the strings and origami sculptures. And as he turned quickly, he ripped them away, sending some of the paper sculptures flying across the store.
The pressure from the boy’s spin also caused the mount every single origami sculpture to collapse. You stared, oddly detached, as you watched your labour tumble to the ground with a loud crash.
The two boys froze, and the store was silent, save for the radio playing softly in the background.
Eventually, you stepped away from the cash register and approached the two boys, who both were staring wide-eyed at the broken display.
“Jungkook, you idiot,” Yugyeom hissed, his eyes darting in between you and the broken window display. “You fucker.”
“So, what happened here?” you asked pleasantly, trying to dispel the burning rage inside you.
“Um…somebody broke that,” Jungkook replied in a tight voice, a fiery blush blooming over his cheeks as he turned to look at you.
“I can see that,” you smiled.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Jungkook blurted out, his eyes still comically wide. “Like I’m so sorry. I’ll pay–no I don’t have any money. I’ll help you fix it!”
You raised an eyebrow at this suggestion. “It took me five and a half hours to make that.”
“You made that!? Holy shit!” Jungkook explained, his expression worsening. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything. I’m not–I don’t–fuck! Just tell me what I can do.”
“It’s okay, I guess,” you shrugged. “I still have a few hours left of my shift. I’ll just try to…repair what’s left.”
“I swear I can help!” Jungkook cried–although it sounded more like a wail. “I feel so bad about this!”
Normally, you wouldn’t really consider making a customer stay back and help clean up the mess they made. But this customer–Jungkook, apparently–seemed legitimately apologetic and inappropriately guilty. Plus, you just realized he was incredibly good looking and didn’t want to turn down the company.
“Well, if you insist,” you replied. “Let me grab the origami paper. Better prepare for an incredibly boring next two hours.”
“You two have fun,” Yugyeom said, slowly backing away from the mess. “I have class. Jungkook, don’t fuck up more than you already have.”
“Amen,” you muttered, as you walked down a few aisles to locate the cheapest origami paper pack you had.
“How many times can I say I’m sorry!” Jungkook cried, watching his friend who slipped out of the store as quickly as he could. Soon, the store was quiet again, the atmosphere tense. When you returned with your hands full, Jungkook was staring at the ground, his cheeks still flushed.
You tossed him a pack of origami paper, which he fumbled to catch. His eyes darted back up.
“Look,” he began, pausing to peer at your name tag. “Y/N. I’m really, really sorry. I feel really bad about destroying your art.”
“Honestly, I don’t really have any emotional attachment to a window display I made in two minutes’ notice,” you laughed. “Just help me make a few origami sculptures, and we’ll be even.”
So, for the rest of your shift, you and Jungkook hunched over the cash, deftly folding origami paper into pretty little shapes. Surprisingly, Jungkook was quite skilled and didn’t need any instructions. While you worked, you exchanged little tidbits of information about each other.
Turns out, you both attended the same university. Jungkook was a year under you–studying business–and roomed with a few friends nearby.
He sang along quietly to the radio while you worked (“You have a beautiful voice,” you had said to him. After spluttering and blushing terribly, he replied, “Thank you. I’m minoring in music, actually.”).
When the next employee came to take over, they eyed the impromptu workstation you had set up suspiciously.
“This kid destroyed the display, so he’s helping rebuild it,” you explained. “But I’m done here, and so is he. So I’ll leave the rest to you.”
And so you shed your smock and your name tag and promptly scurried out of the store with Jungkook on your heels.
“Is it okay to leave the display like that?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.
“It’s fine. Plus that guy was late to his shift last week, and I had to stay behind for an extra hour,” you said, feeling a little petty. “Thanks for your help, Jungkook. I’ll see you around, I guess.”
“Yeah, see you,” he said, sending you an adorable smile that revealed his bunny teeth. And so you parted ways.
You were working the following Wednesday. And like every other Wednesday afternoon, the store was empty. But a few hours before your shift ended, the door chimed as a customer walked in. Your head shot up–you definitely weren’t dozing off–and your eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook waltzing into the store.
“Hi,” he said with a small smile. Jungkook walked right up the cash and leaned against the edge of the counter. The muscles of his arms bulged as he did so, and you were fairly certain that it was on purpose. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
“Yeah, sure,” you replied, your curiosity piquing.
“I was looking for something, and I think you have it. I want a date,” Jungkook said, blushing faintly, “with you. You and me–a date. Yeah?”
“Yeah, I think I can do that,” you smiled. “No refunds or exchanges. This is final sale.”
“I’ll take it,” Jungkook laughed, his face illuminated with a wide smile.
These days, Jungkook helped you make the window displays for fun. Turned out, he actually did have a knack for art. Your boss was seriously considering hiring Jungkook, but you dissuaded him from doing it. After all, you’d rather have Jungkook all to yourself.
- Girl in Luv
That’s it! Thanks for requesting!!!! And yes, be our regular anon, that’s so cute (and sorry this took us like 5 years to get to omg). If you’re wondering why my characters are always cashiers, it’s because I work part-time as one lmao. I was feeling some awkwardly cute JK. Hope you guys enjoyed. Thanks for reading 🤓
On to Chapter 2! Thank you all so much for the lovely feedback, reblogs, kudos, and comments you left me on Chapter 1! I hope you continue to enjoy this story - I promise there’s a lot more of… well, EVERYTHING, to come. Chapter 1 was more of an introductory chapter; the rest are considerably longer, so tuck in!
Summary: After an unnaturally long life fraught with personal tragedy, Killian Jones has become known throughout the realms as the infamous Captain Hook, an opportunistic ne’er-do-well and one of the most formidable pirates to ride the waves. When he crosses paths with a mysterious young woman with no memory of who she is or how she arrived there, he recognizes the chance to claim a monetary reward that will constitute his biggest score yet. But a journey across the world to get her home leads to a series of adventures that reveal that her value lies in far more than gold and jewels. A Captain Swan Anastasia AU - sort of. (Captain Swan Enchanted Forest AU. Romance, Adventure, & Eventual Smut. Rated E.)
Warning: Brief but graphic depictions of violence, peripheral character death, and smut.
Hook spends the following morning haggling over the sale of
the Jolly Roger’s loot – barrels of tea leaves, casks of fine spices, bottles
of expensive perfumes, bolts of cloth, and loose gems they’ve taken off a
handful of merchants over the last few weeks. It’s their usual routine in
port to sell the spoils first to refill the coffers and empty the hold and then
to resupply shortly before departing. Much to his relief, Blackbeard’s
ship, the Queen Anne’s Revenge, is doing the latter, and rumor is
she’s heading back out to sea today. Hook watches her through his
spyglass from across the wharf, her decks a bustle of activity as packs of
salted meat, crates of dried fruits and vegetables, boxes of hardtack, and
casks of fresh water are loaded aboard. With any luck, they’ll be gone
by sundown, he thinks grimly, and everyone will be able to breathe
a bit easier.
He stows his glass and turns his attention toward the town,
fingering the full purse on his belt and enjoying the jangle of the coins
therein. Their earnings from this morning have already been distributed
to the crew and the remainder secured aboard the ship, and, with the exception
of the men standing the current watch, the rest of his crew have already gone
ashore to indulge in what pleasures of port their money can buy. He, too,
plans to enjoy a bit of leisure time this afternoon, and he contemplates where
to go first. It’s little surprise when his mind turns to a certain
bookshop and the intriguing girl he might find there, and before he knows it,
he’s headed down the gangplank, his feet light as they carry him into town.
my first unboxing video!! Huion GT-220 pen display unboxing & drawing test :D
some of you ask me about this brand sometimes because it’s much more affordable, and I always had no
answer, but now here’s some info if you’re curious about this tablet (:
Part Three in the “Monsters” Universe, requested by numerous people. <3
I’d been feeling bad for nearly three weeks now; nausea would come and go, but the busy schedule that came with my life had gotten in the way, and I didn’t really think about it too much. I was exhausted, too, but with a four year old, and a…Spencer, that wasn’t anything new. Of course I was tired.
Spencer had been living with Aidan and I since before he got shot, but now that we were officially engaged, we both felt that it was time to get a house that was ours. Something that we could spend our lives in, to raise Aidan and maybe even a couple of other little ones at some point.
The house we’d chosen was relatively new, two stories, with a sweeping staircase, four bedrooms, and lots of windows. We both loved it, and Aidan seemed to as well.
But now, Spencer was home from his latest trip, and we’d finished moving into the house we’d just bought together. The downside of my schedule settling down a bit was that Spencer suddenly had much more opportunity to notice that I was sick.
I tried to be discreet, but when you live with a profiler, that’s not really an option. I looked up from where I was kneeling in front of the toilet to find Spencer watching me, looking concerned.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded and stood up. He moved aside so that I could lean over the sink to wash out my mouth.
“(Y/N),” he said, stopping me from leaving the bathroom. I could tell by his tone of voice that I was not going anywhere without some answers.
“Have you gotten sick before now?” he asked.
“Of course I have, Spencer,” I said. “Everyone gets sick.”
I could tell by the look on his face that I wasn’t about to get by with that.
“Okay,” I relented. “Yes, I’ve been nauseous off and on for about three weeks,” I told him.
“Have you been tired?” he asked.
“I run around after a four-year-old every day,” I said. “Yeah, I’ve been tired.”
“I mean, more than usual,” he clarified.
“Yeah, I have,” I admitted.
I saw his eyes flicker toward the small calendar that I keep on the back of the bathroom door.
“I know it’s been hectic lately,” he began, “but when’s the last time you had your period?”
It hadn’t occurred to me, not even once, but now that Spencer pointed it out to me, it seemed like such an obvious answer.
“I-it’s been almost two months,” I answered. “I didn’t even notice.”
“I thought that might be the case,” he said. “Do you think you could be?”
“Well, it’s definitely a possibility,” I replied.
“Do you want me to go and get a test?” he asked, and I found myself nodding my head. He left, and returned from the store a few minutes later, armed with various kinds of at-home pregnancy tests.
“I only really needed one, Spence,” I said.
“I know, but I didn’t know which one to get,” he replied. “Besides, statistically, the more tests you take, the better chance you have of getting an accurate result.” I smiled slightly.
“Alright,” I agreed. “I’m going to go take some of these, and then we’ll look at the results together.”
When I emerged from the bathroom, I found him pacing the kitchen floor. He looked up at me, his eyes wild.
“(Y/N), what if you are pregnant?” he asked. “What if you are, and we’re having a baby? I mean, I know we already have Aidan, but I wasn’t his dad when he was a baby. I do have two godsons, but that’s different because they’re JJ’s kids. I don’t take care of them everyday. It’s not my job to raise them to be good and kind, and the earliest stages of life have proven to have a profound impact on a person’s life, so I don’t want to mess that up. I mean, what if our baby grows up to be a serial killer? Or schizophrenic?” It appeared that the thought had just occurred to him, because I watched what little color he had left drain from his face.
“Oh, god, (Y/N), I could’ve passed on a genetic predisposition that causes our baby to be schizophrenic! I don’t want that for our child, that disease is unbelievably difficult to live with. Not to mention the countless other genetic predispositions either one of us could pass on without knowing it. What if-”
I held up my hands, finally unable to handle it any longer. I moved toward him.
“Spencer, Spencer, honey, stop,” I said, reaching out to pull him into a hug. I held him there for a few seconds until he fell silent and I felt him relax against me.
“Spence,” I began, “we don’t even know whether or not I’m pregnant yet,” I reminded him. “Let’s hold off on the freaking out, okay?” I pulled back and offered him a small smile, reaching up to gently card my fingers through his hair.
“Besides,” I continued, “you are going to be an amazing father. You already are,” I said. “Aidan loves you, and some days, I don’t know how I ever did it without you. And I know that having a baby is different, but I am one hundred percent certain that you will be absolutely incredible with our baby. So just calm down, alright?”
Spencer took a deep breath and I smiled slightly at him.
“You okay?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Let’s go see those tests, then,” I said. He held my hand tightly as we headed for the bathroom. My heart was hammering inside my chest.
The question Spencer posed held real significance. Even though I had calmed him down, it was on my mind.
What if I was pregnant?
I wanted to have a baby with Spencer, that much I knew. And really, when I thought about it, now was actually not a bad time to do it. We’d just moved to a home with plenty of space, after all. As we prepared to find out if we were going to have a baby, I suddenly realized that I was hoping for a positive.
“Ready?” Spencer asked. I nodded, and he opened the door. We moved to stand together, facing the vanity, where the four tests I’d taken were laying out, waiting. We both seemed to hold our breath as we looked down at them.
Positive, positive, positive, and positive.
All four tests unanimously displayed our fate.
“They’re positive,” Spencer breathed. I looked up at him.
“We’re having a baby,” I said. He didn’t react for a few seconds, but then I watched a smile split his face as he reached for me, pulling me close into him.
“We’re having a baby,” he repeated.
“Spence?” I asked, pulling back slightly. “Are you good? You’re okay with this?”
“I’m better than okay with it,” he replied. “I’m ecstatic, (Y/N). I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Spence,” I laughed as he tugged me back to his chest.
Look at the injury on this coyote’s snout. There’s a series of shallow indentations right by the crack, too. It almost looks like it got kicked or bit by something.
This coyote was found dead by my friend in California while hiking. He got permission to collect and clean the skull because he’s giving it back to the state park to display. They’re doing a test to see if it was poisoned, but I have a feeling the damage to the face might have played a part. Anyone have any theories?
Request: Hey there! I
just stumbled across your blog and after reading a couple of imagines I just
had to send in a request for one of my own! So here I am! Would you by chance
be able to do an imagine where Sam and the reader have been dating for a while
now and she finds out that she’s pregnant and does this whole cute setup of
telling him? Just something super cute and fluffy? Thank you so so much in
advance and if you can’t write it I totally get it! Thanks once again and have
a great day!
Word Count: 1,154
Two words: Fluffy
McFlufferface. Thank you, and lots of love<3
It’s something you and Sam have discussed at great length,
on long nights spend avoiding nightmares and holding each other close; on early
mornings, curled up in a cocoon of blankets and warmth and each other, not yet
ready to face the day; on sunny afternoons spent in parks of towns you’ll visit
again, with children shrieking with delight in the background.
It never seemed real. A fantasy, perhaps, the naïve dreams
of people who wanted so desperately to live different lives. And yet… here it
Right in front of you.
No, not the little white stick with the two pink lines. That
came about weeks and weeks ago, long before you finally accepted it and began
to prepare yourself to tell Sam. In fact, it’s been an effort to hide it – not
because you don’t want to tell him, but because the way that you are going to
tell him has to be just, just right. But with the months pressing down on you;
the end of your first trimester looming; the slight swell of your stomach
becoming just a little too prominent to mask as a slice of pie too many… it’s
The door opens, and you take a deep breath, for a split
second you’re completely convinced that he’s already figured it out and that
your whole plan has been nothing.
“Hey, Y/N.” Sam kisses the top of your head as he passes,
and you get a hair ruffle from Dean. You grumble absently at him, but turn in
your chair to watch them as they throw duffel bags into the corner.
Both brothers had been surprised when you started sitting
out on hunts about a month ago. They hadn’t noticed your slipping away from the
danger for the month before that. But they hadn’t minded: in fact, Sam had been
supportive of you the whole time, and having someone back at the bunker
whenever they’re a million miles away has been pretty helpful.
“Hey, guys.” You shoot back, crossing one leg over the other
and draping an arm over your lap, carefully hiding your stomach – you don’t
even think about it; the position has become automatic when they’re around,
“As always.” Dean assures you, “The last thing I want is you
stabbing me in the face for endangering your lovebug.”
“Don’t even start.” Sam warns his brother, coming to sit
down in the chair beside your own, “How are you doing, Y/N?”
“Better now you’re back,” You grin, before carefully
changing your facial expression to one of careful request, “I have a job for
“Anything you need.” He promises, and you can’t help but
“There’s a book up on the shelf over there, I can’t reach
it. Mind getting it for me?”
“Of course. Why didn’t you just climb?” He asks, but stands
up anyway and begins walking to the shelf you’d gestured to.
“I didn’t want to risk getting hurt,” You reply, “That one,
up there. I think it’s yellow.”
“Yellow? We don’t have any yellow books.”
“Sam. Book. Now.” You can’t help the impatience. You’ve been
waiting for this for weeks; even the day’s wait for them to arrive home has
been akin to the worst torture.
“Alright, alright.” He rolls his eyes, before reaching up to
fish what isn’t a book at all, but a small box from the top shelf, “This? It’s
not a book, it’s a box.” He concludes, giving it a short shake.
“Isn’t it?” You’re the picture of innocence, looking up at
him and doing your best not to smile, “What’s inside it?”
Dean is still stood watching the two of you. You suspect
that he’s already guessed: he’s been your best friend for longer than you’ve
even known Sam, having met him on a nasty werewolf hunt somewhere in Alabama
when Sam was still at Stanford. Nonetheless, he’s kept his mouth shut to Sam
and hasn’t asked any questions of you.
“Uh…” Sam crosses back to the table, sitting down before he
places the box on it and prises the lid open, “Baby booties? And… a dummy? And…
Y/N?” He reaches in and produces a small white pregnancy test, displaying two
bright pink lines. He isn’t looking at that, though, he’s looking right at you
with wide eyes, his gaze dropping from your face to your stomach as you shift,
moving your arm and uncrossing your legs.
“There isn’t much to see yet.” You inform him, trying and
failing to stop the smile that finds its way to your face, “There’s something
He looks back into the box, pulling out a sheet of paper. He
pauses as he reads it, then to your surprise, he looks up at you with tears in
“I know.” You nod, “I have an appointment next week, they’re
going to do a proper scan then. But everything’s healthy. And the due date is
December fifth.” You repeat pretty much what’s written on the paper, chancing a
glance over at Dean – you’d figured that the due date would be around-about
then, but for it to actually be their mother’s birthday, “There’s no guarantee that
it’ll come that day, but-“
“And I know we weren’t really planning it,” You continue
nonetheless, “But it’s something we’ve talked about for a while and-“
“I get that it’ll be weird and awkward but this place should
be easy enough to be baby-proof and-“
“Y/N!” Sam’s exclamation startles you out of your rambling
and you look at him for the first time. There are tears running down his cheeks
but he’s smiling, smiling so widely that his face might split. Even Dean’s
lower lip is wobbling, which you’d know if you weren’t so completely transfixed
“This isn’t a joke?” He asks, slowly, carefully,
straightening from the chair and moving to bend down in front of you so he can
press a hand to your stomach, the other on your cheek as you shake your head.
“I wouldn’t joke about this.” Your hand moves to lie atop
his own and you watch as he laughs, his thumb grazing your cheekbone. He’s lost
for words; lost for everything but the pure joy. Right now, the danger doesn’t
bother him, the problems that you’ll undoubtedly face – only you, and the
future that you’ve created together.
“I love you.” You remind him, and he grins, pulling you into
his arms and burying his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath
tickling your collarbone.
“I love you, too. So much, and always.” He replies, his arms
tight around your waist – but not too tight, he’s so careful, like he thinks
he’s going to do harm to either of you. At some point Dean decides to join the
love-in – not that you mind, at all. And there it is – your whole family, all
together, happy and safe.
One girl raved about a nice voice mail a guy had recently left her. I kindly requested she play it and heard this gem: “Hey, Lydia. It’s Sam. Just calling to say what’s up. Gimme a ring when you get a chance.”
THAT WAS IT. I pleaded to know what was so great about this. She sweetly recalled that “he remembered my name, he said hi, and he told me to call him back.”
Nevermind the fact that what she described was the content of LITERALLY EVERY VOICE MAIL IN HISTORY. Name, hello, please call back. Not really a boatload of charm on display. To fail this test, a guy would have to leave a message that said: “No greeting. This is a man. I don’t remember you. End communication.”
Continuing on finding supplementary information on the
school, here’s a section highlighting the staff. It’s important to note that the
book was released before we learned about Aguri (around chapter 110 or so), so the information on her is
really vague. Also, this information was compiled from the perspective of an
outsider, so Karasuma is listed as the homeroom teacher rather than Korosensei.
That might also explain why some of these entries sound like total BS…
Profiles are listed starting from the top left and moving right
Page 196 Profiles:
We will help make your dreams a reality! An introduction to Kunugigaoka Middle School’s
We shall introduce you to all the faculty and staff in our
educational establishment who back up the growth of our students,
Kunugigaoka Academy’s Founder and Chairman: Asano Gakuho
Starting off as a small private school lecturer, he established
the current Kunugigaoka Academy just short of ten years ago and became the
educational world’s soldier of fortune. Sometimes, he teaches the lessons
The Chairman’s Dagger
(handyman), Vice Principal Iiyama Tokuzou
Always sitting by the Chairman’s side, he takes care of all the
small chores. His hairstyle is like this all year-round.
The honorable man who
sacrificed his hair to education, Matsumura Shigeo
His scalp became bare because of his passionate devotion to
education and lack of nutrition to his hair roots. He hates the winter.
Class 3-A’s Homeroom
Teacher: Shishido Kazuhiko
He is characterized by his silver-grey hair and plump
cheeks. He has a weakness for beautiful women.
Class 3-B’s Homeroom
Teacher: Sawatari Shizue
She is adored like a mother by her students. This
familiarity has earned her the nickname “Buddha”.
Class 3-C’s Homeroom
Teacher: Kobayashi Masao
He sports a mysterious combination of white eyebrows and
black hair. His nickname is “Othello”.
[TN: At first I thought of Othello from the Shakespearian
play and wondered how that made any sense, but apparently there’s a board game
in Japan with the same name that features black and white checker-like pieces]
Class 3-D’s Homeroom
Teacher: Oono Kensaku
A hot-blooded teacher whose educational zeal propels his
excellent leadership. Currently, he is taking applications for a girlfriend of
Page 197 Profiles:
Our school boasts educational specialists
The test writing
demon: Yano Yuusuke
This test craftsman displays visible pleasure in designing
exam problems that vex the students. His sweat is a cause of annoyance.
The cleaner who
writes on the blackboard with high speed, Kurokawa Nobuo
This educator rapidly writes on the blackboard while talking
rapidly, and he erases with double the speed. The result is speed learning!
The school building’s
home economics teacher, Yasui Naomichi
His specialty is Italian cuisine, such as pasta and pizza.
He’s part of the faction that adds olive oil onto everything.
The baseball club
advisor on sick leave, Terai Kiyoshi
Soon after its founding, this coach established the baseball
club as one that specializes in offense. His body is somewhat weak, so he tends
to get sick.
Exclusive instructors for the special enhancement class
Class 3-E’s Homeroom
Teacher, Karasuma Tadaomi
The homeroom teacher for Class E, where students with bad
grades gather. He just transferred to work here, yet he has a lot of secret
teacher, Irina Jelavic
She is the foreign language teacher for the aforementioned
Class E. Because she has a high degree of exposure, she is called
“Kunugigaoka’s beautiful oasis”.
Class E’s Home
Economics teacher, Korosensei
From Beijing to Cantonese to Szechuan food, he is a Home
Economics teacher who has mastered every form of Chinese cuisine. He’s part of
the sesame oil faction.
A mysterious teacher who is rarely seen on campus. He is big
and yellow, and his joints are ambiguous. He laughs with a “Nurufufufu”.
Supplementary Information: Educators who were formerly
enrolled to this institution
The violent Physical
Education teacher, Akira Takaoka
He was dismissed because his coaching style involved
excessive corporal punishment against his students. He loves sweets.
The former homeroom
teacher of Class E, Yukimura Aguri
Karasuma’s predecessor as the homeroom teacher for Class E.
Retired because of personal matters.
teacher!? The mysterious calligraphy instructor, Ikasensei.
One of Kunugigaoka’s seven wonders. He seems to be the
incarnation of a giant squid.
These are the “crowd cats” for #catsaway. They are just half the size of the main characters and are two base cats with three tail variations each, and a unique paint job for visual variation.
They are eagerly awaiting Zooz’ permission to become part of the community, as displayed in the test setup and the actual setup for the exhibition.
Garfield had to sit in for the paint job of the orange tabby 😁🐈
pairing: namjoonxreader length: 1259 words genre: fluff summary: a series of drabbles in which all of the boys have children. A/N: *pops party popper* I finished Namjoon’s drabble just in time for his birthday :V. I accidentally wrote more than I was planning to for Namjoon’s >.< Ah well… It is his birthday after all.
You exhaled loudly looking down at the negative test, to be exact. There were 5 of them, all of them negative. You were so sure you were pregnant this month, you even had morning sickness. Unless you were just coming down with the flu instead. You even told Namjoon your husband, you were certain it was going to be positive. He of course didn’t believe you, it had been like this for five months. Both of you had been wanting to take another step in your marriage which was kids, but you had no luck so far. You were even starting to think something might be wrong.
Looking down at your phone, you saw Namjoon’s text. Is it positive? You frown a little, you didn’t like to tell him disappointing news especially while he was working on the new album. You quickly replied with No. There’s always next month :] You were trying to stay happy through this all exhausting process, sometimes it was hard too. You hadn’t seen much of Namjoon lately either since he was working hard as usual for the next album. You thought it was okay, since after a while both of you needed a break from this. If you didn’t have a positive test soon, you would have to invest in going to see a doctor. You didn’t actually want the news breaking out over the gossip column.
A week later and the sickness you had in the mornings continued to persist. Your thoughts had been well cleared from the thought it could be pregnancy, you were certain you had caught the case of the flu. It meant you had to be careful around Namjoon, to the extent you slept on the floor some nights. You didn’t want to get him sick before the comeback.
You had decided to visit Namjoon at the company, since you had nothing else planned for today. You knocked gently on the glass door before entering, his ears covered by chunky white headphones. You smile seeing the figurines he had bought in Japan well Hoseok and Seokjin had decided to store them in Namjoon’s studio. His eyes were glued to the editing program he was currently on, he hadn’t even noticed you were in here.
Creeping up behind Namjoon, you quickly placed your hands on his shoulders to make him jump out of his seat. Which was exactly what he did, you were almost on the floor laughing. “Ah… you scared me! Why are you at the company? Did something happen?”
“I came to see you, all the other members wives are busy with their children.” You pouted a little, Namjoon sighed a little but pulled you down into his lap. He kissed the top of your forehead gently, giving you a weak smile.
“We’ll have a baby soon, I promise.” Namjoon whispers into your ear, it was so warm and gentle it made you want to believe him. Some part of you had already given up on hopes of having a baby without any help. You rested your head on his shoulder sighing a little. “Are you still getting sick in morning?” Namjoon asks resting his hand against your forehead.
“Just a little, I think it’s the flu. Don’t worry, I’ll buy some medicine on the way home.” You reply, you take in your husband’s warm scent. You didn’t want to leave, you never wanted to leave his arms. Sometimes you didn’t even know when you would see him next like this, due to him always working late nights in his studio. A wave of a strong coffee smell made your nose flare a little, you were nauseous to it. “That coffee smells horrible by the way.” You whisper.
Namjoon chuckles softly, his fingers running through your hair. “You sound like Taehyung’s wife whenever she walks by. She’s pregnant too.” Namjoon muses, it didn’t mean much to you. You were pretty sure you weren’t pregnant.
“I’m not pregnant, I’ll even take a test again when I get home to prove it.” You pull yourself up from Namjoon’s lap. You thought you should probably go and leave him with his work. You quickly kiss Namjoon on the lips before walking to the glass door. “I’ll text you the results, which I’m sure you can already predict as negative.” You roll your eyes at Namjoon but make sure to smile before leaving his studio.
“Holy sh*t!” You mutter, your eyes widened at the words displayed across the test. It was positive. Was there a thing as a false negative? Especially on 5 of them! Maybe you had just taken them to early. Your eyes had widened you hadn’t even realised your period had been missing for at least 4 weeks.
You were pregnant, the thing that seemed almost impossible had happened. All due to the coffee smell in Namjoon’s studio, if you hadn’t gone to see Namjoon today then you would’ve probably gone a few more weeks without knowing. A smile formed across your face, looking down at the test. You were going to wait til Namjoon was home to tell him the news.
As it grew further into the night you were getting sleepier, you had eaten dinner without Namjoon since you didn’t expect to see him home until after midnight. You had left the test on Namjoon’s night stand just in case you fell asleep before he got home. You wanted to be awake to tell him but that wasn’t going to happen. You had already fallen asleep, by the time Namjoon could be heard knocking over one glasses in the kitchen.
Namjoon walked into the bedroom, smiling to himself when he saw that you were already asleep. Turning on the light, he saw the test glowing under the light. Picking it up, he read the positive sign. “What is this?” He questions himself a little. Was he actually right earlier? Telling you to take another test. The realisation hit him that he was going to be a father, finally he thought to himself. After all he was the last member to have his first child.
“Happy birthday, Joonie.” You mutter out loud, you were barely awake but you knew he was there. You hadn’t forgotten it was his birthday, it was after midnight. The day of his official birthday. Namjoon couldn’t help but look over to you, his heart and eyes both full of love.
“Best birthday gift ever.” He replies to your voice. But you didn’t hear him since you were already falling into deep sleep. You knew secretly that the best birthday gift he’d ever received was the Ryan ice cream cake from Jimin a few years ago. You didn’t mind, they could be joint top place in Namjoon’s eyes.
A few months later you woke up to the sound of loud but soft snoring, over the years that you had been together. You had gotten used to the sound of his loud obnoxious snoring, always making sure you were asleep before him. The space next to you was empty, but you still could hear his snoring.
You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes a little to the bright light that was still on. You spotted Namjoon in the corner, sitting in the rocking chair. Your newborn son resting against his chest asleep just as deep as Namjoon was. If your son could sleep through Namjoon’s snoring then he could probably sleep through a loud thunder storm.
The scene was beautiful to look at, but you could only stay awake for so long. You smile at them briefly before you fell back down onto the pillow, falling back to sleep.