Heads Up! Pregnant!reader (still Referred To With They/them Pronouns In The Only Instance Pronouns Are

heads up! pregnant!reader (still referred to with they/them pronouns in the only instance pronouns are used for reader). some sexual implications, but it goes nowhere. husband!cheol <3

the moment you see seungcheol step back into the bedroom, his shoulders slump as exhaustion hits him like a train. things have been... rough to say the least ever since your son (almost three) learned he's getting a little sister. the terrible twos are a thing, sure, but you'd hoped that maybe he'd get used to the idea a bit more over time... instead he's been trying to figure out how to get rid of her (naming people she could go live with, mainly) before she's even here.

seungcheol flops onto the bed, and then moves in closer so that he could rest his head in your lap. "i think he's scared we won't love him as much." he lets out a long sigh. "we'll keep talking to him about it."

"mmhm." you reach down, running a hand through his hair. "he'll come around. he's just stubborn like his dad."

seungcheol gives you a slightly annoyed look--not because you said it, but because it's true--and turns over to press a kiss against your bump. "they're being mean to me again," he says with a pout. "haven't i dealt with enough today?"

you roll your eyes a little. "i think once she's here and he realizes that he's still going to get equally spoiled by his uncles, he'll calm down."

"mhm." seungcheol is only half-listening now. he's too fixated on your bump, tracing his fingers over your shirt, too caught up in his own thoughts. he did the same when you were expecting your son: always gazing at you with this soft look in his eyes, all too tender. he'd been a bit more of a mess of nerves the first time around, but equally as loving.

"cheollie?"

"i love you," he says, and you aren't sure who he's saying it to now. "both of you," his gaze flits up to meet yours. he pushes himself up so that he can lean in to kiss you.

yet the moment you think it might lead somewhere, you hear tiny feet rushing down the hallway. before the door opens, seungcheol is already pouting--not again--but it's gone by the time he turns around to face his son. he's already getting back up to ask what's wrong as he scoops the kid into his arms, shooting you a sorry smile when he looks back. he'll make it up to you sometime...

but you don't mind it, actually. not when you get to see your husband this loving with your son. instead, you decide to follow after them instead, just to feel happy with the growing family that you've created together.

this felt like a warm cloud, or,, the softest cotton candy that just melts in mouth.

how can something written feel so soft and like comfort...?

hello kitty keychains and annoying co-workers | l.jh

a/n; just thinking about jihoon soft launching his s/o.

jihoon's footsteps echo through the cold building and he's met with bows from everyone walking past him. he acknowledges them, bowing back with a stern visage.

his expensive black bag is strung on his shoulder and he walks with ease, confidence oozing with his presence. to anyone who is not aware of his romanticistic nature, he's the cold, grumpy producer who hasn't touched a woman in years.

entering the elevator, he presses the floor button and leans against the panel. but before the doors could close, someone enters the elevator cab. jihoon sighs inwardly, looking at the person.

soonyoung, one of the choreographers in the company. and jihoon is pretty sure he shits rainbows 'cause how the hell can a person always be this cheerful?

he sighs internally, expecting for a social interaction to be thrown towards his face but soonyoung only bows and stands a few feet away from him.

while jihoon feels grateful, he can't help but be a bit disappointed. the horror appalls him, does he want a man pretending to be a tiger to be his friend?

it isn't until that the elevator dings, when soonyoung speaks. a smirk lines his lips with a glint of mischief in his eyes, “nice keychain.”

the younger stares at him, confused as he steps out with a wink. jihoon leans down to look at his bag, and-ah there it is. a hello kitty keychain hangs by one of the zippers.

right then, a text message pops up from you, asking him if he reached safely. a soft smiles graces his features and pink tints his skin.

he sends a text along with a selfie of him. following it up with a 'thank you for the keychain.'

thoughts of you flood his mind. he clears up his schedule to watch the new episodes of an anime with you and also arranges a dinner date with you because he wants to. and a thought of soonyoung being a sexist pops up but is quickly pushed down by the thought of making it official with you.

his smile widens, and a deeper shade of pink tints his cheeks and ears. he doesn't care that anyone may walk through the elevator, and find the senior producer blushing and smiling like a teenager.

he takes a few pictures (with the help of mingyu) and uploads them on his instagram. a picture of him with the bag and the keychain along with the picture two silhouettes by the han river graces his account.

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— grocery list, choi seungcheol.

angst | 1.7k

inspired by

i swear somewhere this works

in a parallel universe or another world or a different life,

we sit across from each other

at the kitchen table

and go over the grocery list.

— trista mateer, the dogs i have kissed

your mind was wandering again, you’re aware, but you can’t help that all the neatly lined up colourful cereal boxes remind you so much of him — of the last moments of your happiness.

“i’m going to make it my life mission to try all the cereals in the world,” seungcheol announced as he pushed the cart down the aisle.

he stopped to pick up a box of limited edition froot loops, inspecting the back of the box before dropping it into the cart.

you stood on the other end of the aisle watching him with the fondest smile on your face. this was the exact moment you’d realised you found contentment in your little grocery shopping dates. you had thought it was silly how something that seemed so insignificant was capable of putting you in such a state of pure bliss. you remember thinking everything he did was so endearing to you and you thought this would be it. he was the one. this was the man that would be your forever. you were so sure of it.

you’re brought back to reality when your cart hits another cart that was turning the corner and the impact sends you jolting forward.

“i’m so sor—” you choke on your words when your gaze lands on the face of the man standing before you. “s-seungcheol?”

his eyes widen when he realises it’s you that’s in front of him.

“y/n?”

“hey seungcheol,” you force a smile then looks at the ground to avoid his eyes. your heart starts racing so fast you think you’re actually going to pass out at any moment.

he clears his throat, a habit of nervousness, and the sound makes you look up at him again.

“i didn’t expect to run into you here.” if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed the slight tremble in his voice.

“uhh yeah i still live in this neighbourhood actually.”

he nods with a nearly inaudible hum then there’s an awkward silence before he speaks again.

“do you maybe want to go somewhere and catch up? it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.” he suggests hopefully.

you shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t. but you answer before you can stop yourself. “i’d love to.”

you find yourself in the small, cozy cafe you and him used to frequent after your many grocery runs.

“the usual?” he asks as you pull one of the chairs out.

you nod and he quickly makes his way to the counter.

“calm down, calm down,” you chant to yourself quietly, taking deep breaths in between while settling into the cushioned seat of the chair.

it was easy to convince yourself you had moved on when you were alone in your dark room, but now that seungcheol was in front of you it was a different story.

seungcheol returns to the table with two mugs and places one in front of you. “two sugars right?”

your heart skips a beat at the fact that he remembers something about you, even if it was just a minor detail, and you can’t help but feel pathetic at the realisation.

you nod again, not really trusting yourself to speak, afraid that your voice might betray you.

he takes a sip from his mug. “how have you been y/n?”

“horrible, awful, absolutely miserable,” the words run through your thoughts but ultimately you decide to go with “i’ve been fine.”

he gives you a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “i’m really glad to hear that.”

you wrap your hands around the mug, hoping the warmth will calm you down. seungcheol’s eyes drop to your hands and he reaches out to cover them with his own.

“are you cold?” his voice laced with genuine concern.

you pull your hands back and his face immediately drops.

“y/n i’m so sorry,” he starts to blabble. “i don’t know why i did that i guess it’s just a reflex and i wasn’t really thinki—”

“it’s fine cheol,” you cut him off, not realising you had used his nickname unknowingly.

but he catches it and it makes his heart ache. he’d missed it so much and he never thought he’d be able to hear that nickname from your mouth again.

“guess there’s some old habits you’ve yet to kick too.” a bitter smile makes it’s way onto his face and you feel a pang in your chest. it’s as if your heart was breaking all over again for the very first time.

the memories of your first heartbreak suddenly comes rushing back.

the night you and seungcheol decided to go your separate ways, the night he chose to give you up in favour of pursuing his career, the night where so many things would end up broken forever.

your favourite mug that was his first ever gift to you, promises that were made at 4am when he held you so impossibly close to him as the world around you grew so quiet you could literally hear his heart beating and it felt like only the two of you existed in that very moment, your dreams that also turned into his until he realised they weren’t what he wanted anymore, your heart that he swore he would hold onto so gently and carefully and the love you once shared that you thought was so powerful and nothing would ever be able to come between you — the love that you thought would have been enough to get you through everything.

he notices you’re suddenly deep in thought and he hopes you’re thinking the same things as him. but you’re not.

“y/n,” he calls out apprehensively and you snap out of your thoughts.

“hmm?” your hand clasp the mug again and your other hand rests on the table.

he exhales shakily as he prepares himself to speak.

“cheol?” you urge softly.

“y/n, i know i fucked up. really badly,” he lets out a brittle laugh at that. “but this whole time i’ve been away i’ve really been thinking.” he looks at your hand that’s still on the table and for a second he almost reaches out for it and only deciding against it when he remembers your reaction from earlier.

you stay silent, not quite sure where this conversation is heading.

seungcheol searches your eyes, hoping to find something that will give him his answer or just a slight hint even, but all he finds is sorrow. sorrow that he’d caused.

he continues, “i still love you y/n, and if you’d just give me a chance to fix this — fix us, i promise i’ll do better. i’ll never fuck it up or hurt you again.”

you feel your entire body stiffen and you tighten your fingers around the mug. an unexplainable feeling washes over you.

you don’t understand. you’d thought that you’d jump at any opportunity to get back together with the man that’s currently sitting opposite you. the very same man that consumes all the thoughts through your sleepless nights. all those nights you’d spent lying in bed awake imagining this exact scenario.

you’d thought that getting back together with seungcheol would make everything right again so why aren’t you happy right now?

worry takes over seungcheol’s entire being as you remain silent. he doesn’t want to push you but he’s impatient, a trait you used to nag at him about.

his warm hand finds your cold one carefully on the table and he looks at you with raised brows and soft, brown eyes, pleading silently and you so badly want to give in.

you want to lean into his touch, feel his arms around you, kiss his soft lips but you know you shouldn’t.

“cheol,” you breathe out, sliding your hand out from under his. “you know i love you. i always have and i always will.”

seungcheol’s heart drops because he knows where you’re going with this.

“… but?” you can hear all his regret in that one single word.

“we fell apart for a reason cheol and i don’t think i can go through another heartbreak again. especially not with you. it’s too painful cheol.” it hurts you to say this when all you want is to embrace him again.

“it’ll be different this time.” there’s a desperation in his voice that tugs at your heart but you know you can’t give in.

you will yourself to look away from him and your eyes land on the bags of groceries on the table next to you and for a second you let yourself indulge in the fantasy of being able to do something as simple as grocery shopping with seungcheol again, walking side by side down the aisle as you push the cart while looking at the grocery list you had written together in the kitchen of the tiny home you’d once shared. you’d give anything to go back to when things were that easy and to be able to do the one thing with him that brought you an indescribable amount of joy just a mere 6 months ago.

“maybe in a parallel universe, another world or a different life we’d sit across from each other at the kitchen table and go over the grocery list,” you manage to get out shakily, voice cracking slightly as tears threaten to spill from your eyes, “but not in this life cheol. it won’t be anymore. you had your chance.”

standing up in a rush, your thighs push the chair back causing the legs of the chair to scrape the floor loudly, you grab all your belongings and hastily make your way out of the cafe without looking back.

seungcheol opens the glove compartment in his car as he gets ready to drive home. his hand reaches around blindly, searching for his phone charger until he feels a piece of paper that he doesn’t remember was in there. he pulls it out, thinking it was an old receipt until he looks at it properly and recognises the handwriting — your handwriting.

it was the last grocery list you wrote together.

he scans through the entire list and he finally breaks when he sees the slightly faded words on the very bottom of the list, “i ♡ you”.

so so honoured tbvh! I'm so glad it inspired something so good, thank you so much😭🫶

plus, girl dad! seungcheol agenda continues.

when seungcheol opens the front door of your house, it seems like everything is upside down. the living room looks like a mess with your daughter's toys all spread out - he was kind of guilty about this, i mean, she didn't really need that many toys to play with.

the kitchen is filled with vegetables all over the counter, kkuma is cutely on two paws as she tries to reach it; if only she was human sized, maybe she could...

and lastly, seungcheol could hear your daughter crying all the way from her bedroom, with your desperate pleas also being heard, asking her to calm down a bit.

"what's wrong?", he asks the moment he steps into the lilac colored bedroom.

"appa~", your daughter runs to him, hugging his legs with all the strength she has.

"hey, baby. why are you crying?"

as seungcheol picks her up, you sigh - half in relief, half in frustration. you really wanted to do something nice for seungcheol, especially when he does so much for you, so you tried your best to make a proper dinner, clean around the house, give kkuma a bath, but all these things are extremely hard when you have an hyperactive 3 years old who's, by the way, the biggest daddy's girl to ever exist.

"she keeps asking for mr. cuddles, but won't accept it when i give it to her", you gesture to the plushie you have on your hand.

"babe... it's because that's not mr. cuddles", seungcheol tries to bite back a laugh. "that's giggly, the tiger plushie soonyoung gave it to her on her last birthday. mr. cuddles is the panda plushie i bought her two months ago, remember?"

seungcheol walks with his daughter hanging on his neck to her closet, opening and reaching for mr. cuddles on the top shelf.

"i put it here this morning because kkuma was trying to get it, i'm sorry", and as he hands the toy to your daughter, you're not really sure who he's talking to, you or her.

"thank you, appa", your daughter kisses his cheek.

"you're welcome, baby girl~"

if you didn't love them so much, with all your heart, forever, to death - you would perhaps roll your eyes at the scene.

"why does she have to be such a daddy's girl? i literally carried her for 9 months!"

"aw, it's okay, babe. you're daddy's girl too."

"seungcheol!", you almost scream, but the bastard just smirks at you.

a/n: inspired by one of @cxffecoupx's headcanons about dad girl!seungcheol. please check it out, they're amazing. ❤️🍒

so tru😭😭 like there's this one I'm writing and it's not even complete and I feel like it's already too much but wait until i find out that it's probably only just 200 words or something😭

i get worried if people will ever read it😭😭

how do i write more words (about 1k and above... or even past 800) i think i write too little

Hello ! Can I request a Joshua ff in which an old man ( yn's neighbour ) is too touchy with her and is taking advance of her shyness and respect?

Ive been dealing for some time with such a guy and is making me feel so frustrated and nervous .😣

Write it only if u feel comfortable and feel inspired

anon I'm so sorry this was so delayed😭 I really needed to think this through because, like I mentioned, this is a sensitive topic, but I finally decided to post it, and i really really hope you like it.

also, although I'm glad you found a safe space here to talk about your trouble, I'm also really sorry you're having to go thru something like that and i really really urge you to inform someone about this, maybe parents or someone you trust!! you shouldn't have to deal w this alone!! but pls be strong!!

all my love to you anon <33

also, here's the link.