The Insemination Wars Epilogue

The Insemination Wars Epilogue

drabble #6: The Birthday Party (m.)

summary in the midst of your son’s birthday party, you offer your brother-in-law a life changing ultimatum. yoongi is less than pleased with your sudden boldness

warnings language | alcohol use | marital tension at a birthday party | mentions of gory childbirth | yoongi being argumentative | (consensual) mad sex that involves pinning and spanking for aggression

author’s note it’s finally here: the pinnacle of events that started my desire to write this epilogue in the first place. sorry, it’s angst. enjoy! 

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88 with iw couple 🥺

iw!couple: #88. I’m better, now that you’re here.

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It starts with fires. Electricity, water, both equally bad, painful, dangerous combinations. Then black, death, unending grief. Riddled with agony. You don’t feel it. You feel only the aftermath, what comes next after the water, the fires.

Then you wake up in blackness, sweaty. Face in your pillow, heart accelerated enough to pull you out of a dead sleep. The room is quiet. The floor fan hums, radiates a gentle breeze but it never quite reaches the sweat spots in your sheets. So you sit up and locate yourself. In a brain fog, you remember you’re in your room. The same room you’ve shared for years.

Yoongi stills beside you with an arm tucked under the pillow and his back facing you. His outline is enough in the LED of the alarm clock. It reads 3:30AM. You shouldn’t but you reach across the bed, feel him over the sheets in what starts as a gentle touch, but then you nudge him awake.

He gives, rouses in spite of his own sleep deprivation. “Baby?”

“No.” You say calmly. “I had that dream again.”

Yoongi fights the urge to retain sleep for as long as possible, savoring what little hour you have for sleeping when the baby isn’t being tended to. He shifts at the waist, faces you, watches as you sit upright beside him. Disheveled in your own disorientation. But all you know at this hour is horror. Maybe hormones, sleep deprivation making you see obscure visions and feel a harrowing need for companionship even when you’re asleep. The doctors never said anything about nightmares.

“Come here.” Yoongi’s uncertain of remaining solutions so he opens his arms, lets you sink into them without hesitation. He compromises sleep and personal space. But when he holds you, it’s tight. Lively. Nothing like those dreams made you feel. His arms don’t bandage you but they sink away the desolate visions in your dreams, make them feel like old memories and not fresh reminders.

You can’t sleep, body still shaken. Your brain wants it, craves it, knows this is your last chance for good shut-eye before the baby wakes up down the hall and you’re thrown headfirst into 48 hour days. You watch the dark of the room. As if there’s something lurking. But you don’t dream of demons or shadows. You dream of death, longing, pain, and fear.

“We were scaling a building and it caught fire.” You narrate. “I don’t know why. But the baby was there and they saved him, but they didn’t get to you. The rest of it was me trying to convince them you were still alive, but they wouldn’t go back in. The building fell.”

“Scaling a building, huh?”

“What, you don’t do that in your spare time?” You lighten the mood in soft words.

Beneath your head, Yoongi’s chest moves with his snort. “Can’t say I do.”

“I don’t like those dreams. I don’t like my brain playing tricks on me and making me question what it’d be like if you were gone.”

“You gotta stop going on reddit before bed. And I’m not going anywhere.” With that promise he squeezes with the arm tucked under your shoulders and you feel his kiss in your sweaty hair. He’s tired, too tired to give you the reassurance but he tries. “Nobody’s dying, and the baby is fine.”

You watch the darkness turn foggy with the sleep in your eyes. Too afraid to close them. “I never have dreams about losing the baby. Only you.”

“You’re not gonna lose either one of us.”

You don’t know if he’s lying. Can’t see into the future to disprove it. So you savor what he says for now, and you know it’ll be the quiet seconds like this that you think back on when you yearn to feel the mold of your husband’s body so lovingly and warm to comfort under the fire of bad sleep.

Yoongi aches to keep talking. He does anyway. “You okay?”

You nod. “Better, now that you’re here.”

“Good. I don’t want you thinking of that sad shit.” He won’t say it but it’s because he’d rather be asleep. Hates when you wake him up in the dead of night for mundane comfort when he’s right here, and when he gets enough of that from his own newborn.

“I can’t help it.” You whine.

“Think of the good stuff. Not fires and burning buildings.” He kisses you again in the same spot.

You wish you could. How you wish you could turn off those dreams, close off the black part of your brain that conjures these things to life. “I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you here.” And you mean that. Both in this moment and in those every little day to day seconds between exhaustion and stress.

“You don’t have to think about it, because I’m not going anywhere.” He shifts, cradles you tighter. “I won’t break that promise, no matter what.”

26 for IW couple?

iw!couple: #26. Here, let me help you.

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You’re embarrassing. The kind of embarrassing that comes with doing things you probably could’ve avoided doing, and stupidly, had you possessed a forethought before the attempt. Right now? That’s forgetting you’re pregnant. And not just a little pregnant, but huge pregnant. “She’ll pop at any second” from nosy supermarket goers, kind of pregnant.

You underestimated not only your center of gravity (that took 3 whole months to get used to) but you don’t feel as big as you look either, which means you can easily circumnavigate- if only the watermelon in your gut would move to the goddamn left just a little-

Yoongi comes into the kitchen sometime after the thud and the jingle of your fiasco. “Did you drop your keys again?”

“Shut up.”

‘Again’ which means this has happened before. And just like before, Yoongi stands there and watches with the same amusement of a Vine compilation. If there’s one thing Yoongi remembers his mother telling him after a grumpy phone conversation of his wife being a pain in the ass, it was that pregnant women don’t like to be seen as incapable. They’ll smoosh and squat just to avoid waving the white flag of companionship. Yoongi remembers that now as he watches his pregnant wife try to bend to the motions of picking up the lonely key ring off the floor.

You catch Yoongi staring. “Enjoying your day at the fucking circus?” There’s sweat on your brow.

“Here. Let me help you.” He says, devoid of any real empathy. And he doesn’t even try to grab for the keys either. That would mean this show would come to an end. And it’s just amusing. You breathe through the motions of pre labor in your attempts at exercise. Even trying to scoop the keys up between your toes, failing when you realize you can’t reach your leg that high anymore either.

“No, bitch. I can do it myself. Gimme a second.”

“Alright then. Can you maybe kick the keys to the living room though and try there instead? You’re kind of blocking the fridge and I’m hungry.”

You bear your teeth. “I’m gonna inflate your dick to the size of an animal balloon and see how you fair.”

“My dick hasn’t been inflated in days. Something about enlarged uteruses and the razor sharp teeth that comes with them.” He walks to you, bends, sets the keys up on the counter in your reach. “There. Can you move now, I wasn’t kidding about being hungry.”

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⇢Seven Tears ⟨mostly fluff⟩⟨ some angst⟩⟨some smut⟩⟨slow burn⟩ ↳ Selkie!Jin x Reader AU ; Soulmate !(?) AU 

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⇢The Year of You ⟨fluff⟩⟨slow burn⟩ [march] ↳ Yoongi x Reader Jungkook x Reader; Highschool! AU

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⇢Reverie ⟨romance⟩⟨sci fi⟩⟨some smut⟩⟨a bit of angst⟩ ↳ Namjoon x Scientist!Reader AU ; Sci-fi! AU

⇢Peacock ⟨PWP⟩⟨smut⟩  ↳ Office worker!Jimin x Office worker!Reader AU (This fic is found under the DOPE series masterlist, found under collections.)

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⇢ Masque , DeMasqued ⟨PWP⟩⟨smut⟩ ↳ Art thief!Taehyung x Museum curator!Reader AU

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⇢The Year of You ⟨fluff⟩⟨slow burn⟩ [march] ↳ Yoongi x Reader Jungkook x Reader; Highschool! AU

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The Insemination Wars Epilogue

drabble #5: Cheol Chamin (m.)

summary you’ve let tensions ruminate for a week since that last bedtime conversation. now after yoongi visits an old friend, he makes the mistake of heeding his advice

warnings language | alcohol use | mentions of elderly death | marital strife | unprotected sex | cum mentions

author’s note sorry for making you wait so long. hopefully this suffices! as always, thank you for the journey. we’re just getting started 💀

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Can you turn off your phone? (M)

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Summary:  Yoongi’s alarm clock wakes you up at 6 am on a Sunday and you are not happy about it. At least, not at first…

Pairing: Min Yoongi / Reader

Genre: Established relationship, gratuitous smut, small amounts of fluff and angst

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex, orgasm denial, sex toys

Word Count: 9.5k

A/N: Written for a friend who has a thing for sleepy, needy Min Yoongi.

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