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[DRABBLE] Husband!Wonwoo: Watching after you as you give birth for the first time (G)

Word Count: 1,449
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
A/N: Because we simply can’t get enough of Wonwoo’s unique little way with coping with stressful situations on OFD - singing.

Originally posted by jeonswonwu


It had already been three hours since you’ve been wheeled into the delivery room, sweaty, hot and harassed, hands pressed protectively against your protruding belly. The baby wasn’t supposed to be due until a week later, but it seemed that your newest addition was more eager to meet his parents than the both of you were. After eight and a half gruelling months, you were ready to welcome your bundle of joy.

The initial painful spasms of your water had long dulled into a numbing ache. All you could do was sit in the delivery room, flipping idly through magazines as you waited for the baby’s father to arrive.

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Slave to Pleasure [19]

(gif not mine credt to the original owner)

A/N: SURPRISE! With all the feedback I got from the last update I knew I had to show my gratitude with two consecutive updates <3 

Warning: Disappointing lack of sexual content, terribly written fight scenes and HELLA PLOT TWISTS. 

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Reverie Pt. 1

Group(s) & Members(s): BTS’ Suga/Min Yoongi

Genre: Dystopian Society AU

Warnings: none

Reverie: (noun)  a state of dreamy meditation or fanciful musing; a daydream, a fantastic, visionary, or impractical idea



The soft pattering of a rat skirting across the cell woke him up. The ache in his head jolted back as his eyes struggled to adjust to the small peek of sun that appeared from the crack in the corner of the ceiling. 

A chill swam across him as he pulled the thin and scratchy material of his tattered blanket around him. No matter how hard he tried, he could never escape the cold. The icy winter on the other side of the small four walls raged on, the dense concrete unforgiving each night he had to sleep without the comfort of heat. 

The bitter taste of blood lingered in his cheeks and on his tongue. He grimaced, scooting over to the corner and picking a small bowl up. He took a sip from it, the water stagnant with the faint taste of chemicals. But it was water, nonetheless, and so he drank with a grimace on his face. 

His stomach jolted, aching from the lack of food, near hollow for what was now the 80th day. 

He didn’t know how he managed to keep track…. but he did. Time didn’t exist within this prison but for the sake of his sanity he forced himself to not give in to losing his mind. 

He couldn’t. He refused.

He sat there, warming his nearly numb legs with his palms. The sound of screaming pierced through the cell block. He shut his eyes and forced the shrill cry away - he could almost always tune it out but that didn’t mean it was easy.

Anger welled up in heart as he thought about that person. That innocent person getting locked up away just like him. 

All for what?

Freedom was something long forgotten in this world. You can’t speak your mind, even in the own safety of your home. You can’t be yourself, you can’t have an opinion. 

God help you if you decide to rebel against any one of the people that bestowed upon society such inhumane and radical laws.

A menacing smirk spread across his face as the memory of what he once was popped up in his head. 

A budding revolutionary” His people had once called him. But now all the ones that followed along with him were either dead or locked up, too. 

He would never know and he nearly hated himself for it. 


“How did you sleep?” 

Yoongi let out a sigh and skirted across to the small vent that was in the corner near his bed. He laid himself on the cold floor and rested his chin on his hands, his eyes peering through the open slits, greeting the inquisitive and tired gaze that was looking back at him. 

“Like shit, as always. You?” He asks. 

“About the same. Hoseok says to tell you Hi” 

Yoongi felt himself smiling, the temporary joy of knowing his friend was alright for today was fleeting but welcome.

He may have been a rebel - but rebels are part of rebellions and it was in his rebellion that he met the people he held most dearly to him. 


When the power began to shift…when the good leaders were being overtaken by the bad and the sinister…his city was one of the firsts to submit. 

The takeover of those sinister people - the ones that everyone called The Heartless or The Inhumans, was global. Each country fell little by little, until all that remained were walls and gates, locking each away quite literally. 

The first wall that went up was around the United States. Some say 2 million people died in it’s creation, some say more. Those who were tasked to build it were “prisoners” but really, they were innocents only deemed guilty for their “crimes” of speaking their minds and rebelling in the name of free will. 

That wall, 5 times larger than the Great Wall of China went up and set precedence for all the others until it was impossible for people to flee anywhere. Whole societies of people, caged away and forcibly kep where they “belonged” 

Any and all rebels were found and imprisoned and made to work for their crimes of speaking and acting freely. 

Yoongi and his friends were serving their time and each day that passed where one of them didn’t die from starvation or from the perilous and hard labour that was forced upon them was a blessing. 

“The guy in the cell on the other side died yesterday….” Yoongi recalls grimly and he can hear Namjoon let out a sigh. He hadn’t gotten to talk to him much, as the guy kept to himself, spiraling into insanity from the reality that the four walls surrounding him were his permanent penance. The guy had succumb to his own mind and thoughts sometime in the middle of the night, the guards finding his limp body in their afternoon patrol. 

“Poor soul. I feel awful for the guy that ends up in that cell next” Namjoon says solemnly. 

Yoongi nodded, resting his cheek on his forearm. 

“I have wall duty today” He states with numbness in his voice. 

Namjoon looks down in worry and then scoots his face closer to the vent, his brown eyes now peering closely. He stick his long fingers through and wiggles them, beckoning his friend. Yoongi smiles and sticks his fingers out too, the digits interlocking, allowing for a small pass of warmth. 

“Be careful. Remember to never stop working - if you do then the cold will get to you. Stay warm….and for God’s sake keep that smart ass mouth of yours shut.”


She couldn’t stop her limbs from shaking as the gruff guards gripped her arms tightly. They continued to walk her, face paced through the intertwining halls of the dark and damn cell block. 

Fear had consumed her entirely as the thick and rusty doors stared at her, their occupants cries and yells seeping into her ears, fueling her agony. 

The steady flow of tears were dripping down from her cheeks, landing on the thin and itchy material of the jumpsuit she was issued to wear. 

Her eyes flicked up to the door before her blurry through her glassy eyes. 

She watched as one guard stepped forward and opened it, the metal creaking as the dark room came into view. Panic gripped her once again as she felt a hand on the small of her back push her forward. 

She fell on the cold hard ground, the sound of the door slamming behind her sending her jolting. 

There was no hope now. She was trapped here and there was nothing she could do or say anymore. 

She had said and done enough things - that’s what landed her there in the first place. 

She curled up into the corner of the dim room, crying but maintaining her thought that although she was now serving her time for her rebellion, she didn’t regret one moment of it. 


Yoongi walked, pinching his fingers together in an act to regain feeling in the tips. His hands felt as if they were frozen solid and he brought his palms up to his mouth, breathing warm air on his skin. 

The sun was low in the sky as he walked, the guard gripped his forearm tightly.

 No matter how many times he was forced to do this, he would never get used to it. Each second he was made to work, each minute that he felt as if he were about to pass out from exhaustion made his anger grow more, fueling the fervor of rebellion within him even greater. 

But he had to be smart, he had to be calm. 

If he wasn’t, he would be killed. 

He often thought what the point of even being alive still was. Many nights he sat awake contemplating ending everything. But then he would hear Namjoon in the cell next to his and then he would hear Hoseok purposely yell through his cell on the other side of Namjoons and he would have hope. 

They all had to live, if not for themselves, for each other. 

He nearly collapse into his cell, the slam of the door a relief to him. He wouldn’t have to work for another two days. He darted to his cot and curled up, draping the blanket around him, hoping for the shivers to subside soon. 

He could hardly hear anything over the sound of his breathing and the heartbeat in his ears but once he began to calm down he heard it. 

His perked his head up and glanced to the vent that peeked into Namjoons room. No..it wasn’t Namjoon he was hearing. 

His eyes darted to the vent on the opposite side. The noise was coming from there. He sat up, not surprised that they had placed some poor guy in so quickly. 

As he listened, he felt his body stiffen - not because of the cold, but because of the cries. 

They were unlike any sobs he’s heard in his time here. Heart racing, he twisted his ear to hear better, his face warming with sudden realization.

They weren’t from a man, but from a woman. 

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a/n: I’ve always wanted to write something dystopian and so here it is. The idea from this came from all the books I’ve read and slightly from current/past events like the election of Mr. Rotten Cheese Potato aka Donald Dump aka The Worst Kind of Trash aka The Reason I’m About To Vacate This Country, lol. I hope the perspective change isn’t too different either. I just feel like with 3rd person I can go into a lot more detail with the characters. As always, I enjoy your feedback and comments so send them in - here

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sammiethesamoyed  asked:

Does Skookum not eat his toys or do you buy new ones? If I was to give Sammie the same type of stuffed animals that Skookum has, she would rip them and begin to take the stuffing out!

He eats them too! He’s mostly obsessed with the squeaky element, and the tags and anything sticking off of the toys. Here is Raccie the Raccoon, his best friend, who only has one limb left.

Being a quilter, I’ve been able to stitch him back together in like nine different places, otherwise the stuffing would have been out of him long ago! This one is hardier than it looks, it’s like a really rough terrycloth with thick seams (that Skook still managed to get through!)

Generally, Skookum seems most interested in getting toys to squeak or make a sound, so he more presses them against things (including our legs when he wants to play) rather than trying to actually get at the squeaky thing to eat it. He will bite down on them, but not rip at them, if that makes sense? Silly billy :)

Poor, sweet Raccie the Raccoon. So loved, so few limbs :)