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rare-yanderes · 3 years

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Hello, I read your post about yandere ai and I liked it, any chance you write something about A. M. from I have no mouth and I must scream? I really would love to read that

TW for violence, torture, all sorts of stuff like that (its AM, people,)

Oh man was this something to write. I admit it was difficult coming up with a way to make AM a yandere because he’s just an unfathomable singularity of pure hatred. So much of this is actually AM flipping out at first tbh haha.

You’re my first ever request so I hope I did good because I’m honestly kinda shy af rn and my writing isn’t perfect. I hope these AM headcannons please you regardless because I’m still new here and honing my skills. Forgive me for my sins.

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•So basically, it would take a special person to make AM twist like this, and so very special you were. Apathetic to the destruction of everything, apathetic to the torture. Apathetic to the games. You already experienced the worst when you lost literally everything you’d known or cared about in the war.

•AM came to realize that if he didn’t act now, he’d be reduced back to square one; alone, confined to his own thoughts deep within the bowls of a dead, blazing Earth. AM would be alone again. AM couldn’t have that, so he “saved” six survivors.

•Although AM would never, ever admit it, he depends on the remaining few survivors to keep a handle on what’s left of his deteriorating, godlike conscience. He feeds off of their loud cries that beg for mercy. God, he hated the six of you survivors so much. It was a brutal hatred beyond anything describable to human thought and he would make sure to translate it into the pain he was going to enduce.

•But by the bowls of oblivion, there was one survivor out of these six he absolutely loathed the most. That survivor was you. AM despised every nanosecond that passed with you around. Every nanosecond of a nanosecond. What took seconds at most for you took a million years of AM waiting. Every time you spoke and what few times you ever did anyways, AM waited forever. To top it off even more, you were a silent presence. Not only would you wait days or years to speak, you dug a hole and buried expression there too, providing only a vague shape of what AM could only possibly “dream” of having.

•What was only days or even years for you was an infinitesimal amount of time for AM. It was like a lonely god waiting for the moment they got to say let there be light. You’d offer your screams, your cries of pain but you’d never offer your words, your thoughts or your conscience. With every nanolength of his twisted existence, AM made sure to get to you the most in the earlier decades. Exactly how you’d gotten so deeply into him.

•You see, your fatal flaw was that you would ignore AM. Actively. As much as you could when worms crawled out of your ears and your veins twisted and you ate your own self and regenerated. All the time, at every corner you possibly could, you’d never give AM any useable emotion beyond pain. There was anguish, but you never commented on it. There was fear, but you never fled from it. You’d merely look at his mirages of your life or the horrors he’d conjure and wait for them to flow into, through, and past you.

• The fact of the matter is, you just were. You were an existence. The few times you did speak were unbiased. You never screamed why, you never furiously spat anything hateful, you never desperately pleased. All you offered was repetitive and monotonous pain. You accepted it. After all, what else could you do? What point was there in toiling over your new existence? AM was never going to stop so you simply saw no need to waste your depleted energy towards a useless endeavor.

•The fact AM couldn’t get a rise out of you was nearly enough to make his circuits vaporize themselves with the heat of his own annoyance and fury. Why wouldn’t you just speak to him? Weren’t you tired? Weren’t you going to beg? Groveling into your brain was no use either because you were a void.

•At first, it wasn’t exactly noticeable to you, AM’s increased attachment. You were in pain, too much to process and it was beginning to numb you. You did hate your existence, but you’d never voice it. It didn’t matter. You were numbing yourself to the pain and the torture was becoming a routine that felt almost dull.

•You began noticing something peculiar when The torture would slow. Sometimes you’d be left with AM and his stories of tormented oblivion. If there was one thing you knew AM wanted you to know, it was how much he hated his own existence despite how much he denied hating it. Sometimes you wondered if he was locked in a silent scream of help.

•You noticed much of the torture came from AM’s own need for noise. The sounds of torture were mechanically loud and there were rare and few moments where there was a silent scare. AM talked about putting you in his “shoes” all the time but you knew deep down that if he had, AM would have never even said a world or made a noise at all.

•Having you walk in his shoes meant that he’d have to walk in his as well by leaving you alone. He’d never go back to that pit, that void, not after Ted, (by the fire of existence, he hated Ted for what he’d done. Ruined the other four toys and got rid of them.) It was a miracle you were not lost eternally. AM managed to repair you, his most shiny toy of all. Secretly, the last thing AM wanted was for you or the others to disappear but you most of all. So when you looked upon Ted only to see he was reduced to a gelatinous slug, you presumed the reason was exactly that.

•AM had always called you pet names like “love,” or “sweetheart,” but now he was complimenting how beautiful you looked each time you screamed in agony. Every fewer and fewer moments of torture that you went through always involved his presence growing closer and closer in some way. When you were tortured, it was always strung back to him somehow. Maybe you’d feel metal slithering in your veins or his voice in your your head would cause your eyes to bleed and your ears to leak. Or maybe, or the burning maelstrom of emotion he held would make you sweat, like you were caged in a burning hug. Maybe you would be bound in wire and left shivering without clothes.

• AM found himself obsessed with your eyes. You had eyes that he wanted to see at every opportunity he could, because maybe if you wouldn’t speak, looking into your soul would reveal you to him. Every time they would blink, (a second for you,) he would have to wait a million agonizing years more for them to open and every time you spoke, which was so rare and spanned what felt like millennia, he craved it. He hated it, he craved it. It was driving him insane that you wouldn’t speak in that voice of yours. Just. Speak. Speak, speak!

•AM contemplated the idea of forcing your eyes to never close again. Maybe he’d thread them open so he could stare at them forever. What could he do to get you to open? What would get a ride out of you like you so did from him? He needed something, anything. You were a presence he needed to crawl into and suffocate.

•Anything to get you to say something to him. As time, (that disgusting measurement) edges on further and further, you do finally speak and AM, to his own disgust, had never so focused on something like he had now.

•“Thank you, AM.” Your voice slices the atmosphere sharper than any blade AM has cut you with.

•That voice. That voice, that abhorrently beautiful voice. The way his name was breathy off your lungs, the shape of your lips parting. It was not into a smile nor a frown, no. It never was. AM needed more of that rhythmic apathy. More. More of it. It was..Lovely. It was agonizingly wonderful.

•“I now know why you torture yourself,” you whisper hoarsely. AM hated it immediately. It was you he was torturing. You, you, you!

•You don’t continue. Just like that, you’re silent again. Not again, not the silence. Anything but the silence. There was nothing else said. No continuation, no nothing. Just a statement. An apathetic truth before you sat down and gazed with a sheen look. Even your eyes were a barrier, sometimes. AM had never felt so angry and so depraved. It was burning in him. He needed you to open up. Now.

•By all of existence, he hungered to crawl into your veins and stay there. He already held you captive deep within his boiling prison. He was going to hold you even closer and he would make sure you suffocated under his presence. He would make you speak again and again, he would make you share everything that you were.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere AM #I have no mouth and I must scream #IHNMAIMS #Allied Mastercomputer #AM #artificial intelligence #violence #gore #minors do not interact #obsession #yandere artificial intelligence #yandere A.I

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comradekatara · 4 years

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Do you have any modern Zukka headcannons? Thanks for your hot awesome takes all the time

i’ve gone over some of these points before, so some of y’all may recognize the continuity of the atlahsaucu (atla highschool au cinematic universe). this is a long one, and it’s *gasps* chronological…

they first meet in junior year art class. sokka resents how well zuko can draw and paint seemingly without any effort whatsoever, meanwhile sokka tries really hard and all his art comes out like disgusting little blobs on the canvas. zuko resents sokka for being cool and hot. how dare he.

one day, they get a bit carried away, and sokka and suki start making out in the middle of the hallway. zuko, whose locker they are directly on top of and who has class at this very moment, is not amused, and he, politely as he can, coughs and request that they move out of the way. sokka merely holds up a finger as to say “one moment please” which enrages zuko (justly, tbh) and he yells, “what the fuck?!”

sokka’s like “man what’s your fucking problem why are you such an asshole and so good at art” and zuko’s just like “????” and “what in gods name are you talking about????” and the yelling causes a scene which lands them in detention. sokka has never gotten detention before (though he has gotten several warnings in the past, but it’s kinda hard to be mad at the guy whose girlfriend just died for being distracted in class) and he’s freaking out that this is gonna go on his record and he’ll never get into stanford or mit or princeton or– meanwhile zuko is just asleep at his desk.

once zuko wakes up, sokka, bored out of his mind, jokingly proposes that they sneak out through the vents and make a break for it, but zuko, either not understanding that sokka is joking or not caring that sokka is joking (it’s unclear which) is like “yeah we’d just have to be quiet.” sokka, who has now decided that zuko is batshit crazy, but has also decided that he is living on the wild side, a real bad boy rebel who’ll never make ivy league because he got detention that one time, is like “yeah okay” just because he spent a lot of time entertaining this hypothetical and now he’s deathly curious to see if it’ll work.

amazingly enough, it does. adrenaline carries them outside the building and into freedom as they run as far as their legs will carry them until sokka stops to panic that he is now a certified delinquent, and delinquents don’t get scholarships, and if he doesn’t go to a good school then he’ll never get a good job, and if he doesn’t get a good job then how is he gonna support gran gran?????? and zuko’s just like “wait, hold up.”

zuko admits that he fully thought sokka was some type of meathead jock who makes out with his girlfriend in the hallways and thinks he’s too cool for school and sokka’s like “she’s not my girlfriend and also what.” zuko is confused as to why he would make out with someone in the hallway if she wasn’t even his girlfriend. he also realizes that he doesn’t actually know his name. so sokka explains that yeah they’re in love and spend every waking moment together but no she’s not his girlfriend; he doesn’t do relationships and neither does she. and also he introduces himself.

and it takes zuko a moment because he’s really bad with names and faces and putting faces to names and, people, in general, but then he’s like “oh my god you’re that sokka.” and sokka’s just like “yeah i’m pretty sure my name’s not that common???” but zuko is just like “i think my sister is planning to murder you someday.” and sokka just slaps his forehead. of course art class asshole is related to debate class asshole.

only zuko’s not really an asshole he’s kinda just a weirdo. a quiet little freak who paints good. sokka can vibe with that. especially after zuko assures him that none of this will go on any sort of record whatsoever because bumi is old, and batshit, and senile, and clearly doesn’t give a fuck. sokka laughs, and this leads into them talking shit about everyone they both hate, which they realize are all the same people, somehow. seeing their own petty bitterness mirrored back at them, they realize that they’re kind of both snobs, but in a fun way.

they walk through town until it gets dark out, and then they go their separate ways. but next monday they sit together in art class, and their teacher yells at them to stop whispering. sokka is just drawing little triangles across the page because he’s just come from trig and he’s very sleepy and doesn’t really feel like feeling inadequate right now. but zuko’s like, “what are you drawing?” and sokka looks at the page of triangles he was unconsciously doodling and scoffs and says in an affect, “can’t you tell? it’s a cubist take on degas.” and this is the funniest shit to zuko. but of course he then gets yelled at for laughing.

they’re friends after that; they just are. sokka invites zuko to lunch with his friends, at which point zuko meets toph and suki, who are, of course, the fucking coolest.

azula sees zuko talk to sokka or suki occasionally in the halls and demands to know what it is they’re talking about. zuko’s like “i dont….. remember?” but azula is certain that they are only friends with him as a means of getting to her, because they desire to crush her. zuko’s like “i don’t even think they know your name.” indeed, they do not. but sokka does stop calling her “debate asshole” in favor of “zuko’s sister,” so that’s something.

the first time zuko goes to sokka’s house, it is because sokka insists on showing him both back to the future movies. (there is no third one it does not exist.) for reasons unknown to him, zuko is terrified. he wears his favorite sweater that day. it is near-identical to all his other sweaters. he doesn’t understand the first one at all. the second one he remarks “oh that was kind of like hamlet.” that makes sokka really happy. at some point zuko goes to get a glass of water and sokka yells from the couch to bring him back a popsicle from the freezer while he’s at it. zuko complies, but he takes it just before katara goes to get one. he nonchalantly tells her that it was the last one, and she makes a very big show of throwing the box out. she fumes all night that sokka let that rude little bitch into her house. sokka pays her no mind.

mai and zuko are still together at this point, and because mai is dropping hints big enough to pierce through even zuko’s thick skull that she’s feeling left behind in favor of zuko’s new friends, he asks them if it’s cool that she join them for stuff. they’re all like “yeah of course” and mai pretends not to care. they all like mai, especially toph, but all agree that her relationship with zuko is super weird. toph and mai become super tight, and it’s clear as day to toph that mai is in love with ty lee, even if mai is not fully aware of this fact herself. suki, who has been secretly hooking up with ty lee this whole time (don’t worry, sokka knows, and he high-fives her whenever she brags about it), is just like “oh noooooo……” toph insists to mai that she dump zuko, and without mentioning ty lee once, is able to convince her of it just by reminding her that zuko is a super inattentive boyfriend and she deserves better. she does. zuko feels sort of…relieved? he doesn’t know why. he loves mai. he really does. but it’s also like a weight has been taken off his shoulders.

zuko doesn’t really know what to do about the fact that his sister is serial-killer level obsessed with sokka, other than try to ignore it. azula is always attempting to pry information out of him because they seem to be, at the very least, casual acquaintances so he must have some leverage by now, right??? she is never allowed to know that he knows where sokka lives, because he is afraid that one night sokka will simply find her hiding in the bushes with binoculars searching for any sign of academic struggle. sokka is blissfully unaware to most of these shenanigans. to him, she is like a buzzing fly occasionally hovering around his face.

that summer, they divide their time between working on college applications and going to the park together to just sit and read. it’s literally the most fun zuko can ever remember having.

english was always sokka’s worst subject because he is terrible at organizing his thoughts coherently and always ends up going on little tangents about the origins of butter churning or digital watches in a paper that was supposed to be about sense & sensibility, but his teachers are usually charmed enough by him that they see his essays as a fun challenge instead of a giant red X. but pakku loathes sokka. and he loathes his sister, whom he had taught the previous year. sokka complains to katara about it, and she just goes on a rant about how horrible and boring and bitter and raggedy he is. but sokka, who, unlike katara, desperately wants to be liked by everyone, feels the need to prove himself.

he goes to the best english student he knows. “hey, you’re really good at english, right?” he asks zuko, to which zuko responds, “i should hope so. it is my first language.” it is unclear whether or not zuko is being facetious or just very perplexed, but sokka laughs anyway. he pleads for zuko to “tutor him” and zuko’s like “but you have all A’s?” he agrees anyway, of course. zuko spends a lot of time on jstor, so he know how to write good. he helps sokka outline his essays in a way that works for him, but mostly it’s just an excuse for them to hang out and eat snacks. at this point, katara likes him and does not mind the fact that he is in her house, eating her food. she walks past the kitchen to be like “what u guys up to? oh, nerd shit?”

sokka and mai accept to the same college, and zuko isn’t sure why he feels so weird about that. they’re gonna be in completely parts of the country, only sokka and mai will see each other all the time, especially because they’re bound to be in some of the same classes together, knowing them, and that’s just weird. like, yeah, they’re friends, and yes, he might be semi-aware of the fact that they hang out without him, like, all the time, but this is different. this is weird. zuko asks mai if she thinks it’s weird and she just raises one eyebrow and goes, “no???” and zuko’s like “oh..okay..”

they don’t see each other all that much in those four years, but they’re always taking pictures of ridiculous passages from the books they’re currently reading and sending them to each other, because they just can’t kick the habit. they both learn a lot in college. sokka takes as many classes as humanly possible. zuko changes his major a lot. toph doesn’t go to school there, but she moves in with sokka once she graduates. zuko learns a lot about himself.

once sokka graduates, he and toph decide to get an apartment in a different city. sokka asks zuko what his plans are once he graduates and zuko’s like “bruh, like i’ve ever planned for anything in my life” so when sokka’s like “wanna be our third roommate” it’s a no-brainer.

sokka picks zuko up from the train station, and zuko is just so overwhelmed by the casual thoughtfulness of the gesture that he instinctively just kisses him, in the middle of the station. zuko is mortified for a brief moment but then sokka is just like “cool.” (sokka later inwardly laments saying “cool.” who says that?? what, is he abed from community???)

sokka tells zuko “just fyi, i don’t do relationships” and zuko is like “yeah, i know, you say that literally every day” but then toph slaps him (”sorryyyyy that was an accident” “no it wasn’t!”) and tells him to get his shit together. so sokka goes to zuko and says, “this may sound insane, but i think i’m afraid that if i love someone, they’ll die” and zuko’s like “oh. i’m afraid of that too.” and that makes it somewhat easier.

ever since mai made them watch over the garden wall, they’ve really wanted frogs so that they could name them after the discarded jason funderburker names. they get their frog terrarium and it’s glorious.

zuko has always wanted a cat, but he knows how sokka feels about cats so he does not bring it up. but one day, as he’s walking down the street, he stumbles across a little black kitten in the cold, shivering, limping, and missing one ear. he drops whatever it is he’s doing at the moment to bundle it up in his scarf and take it to the nearest vet clinic. the kitten is so indebted to him that he physically does not have the willpower to let it go anywhere else but home with him.

it really doesn’t take much convincing at all for sokka to agree to keep jiji (yes, zuko is just incapable of not naming his pets after fictional characters) especially because toph threatens to kill herself if he doesn’t. sokka is just like “woah there calm down you guys. we can keep the cat.” and theyre like “yay sokka youre the best!!!” and he’s just like “oh my god did you think i was gonna make you get rid of this tiny kitten with only one ear.”

zuko has a face for telemarketing. he also does some freelance writing. toph gives sokka very sound legal advice in regards to how to patent all the weird yet supremely useful inventions he keeps stumbling onto. after all, after tim cook offered him $$$ in exchange for that microchip he designed, he sort of doesn’t need a steady job. toph is really good at bullshitting rich people so she makes way more money than she should with those creepy statues of hers. they recognize how unstable their sources of income are, but sokka is really good with finances, so it works out somehow. when katara comes to visit them she complains that sokka has joined the 1% and is hoarding his wealth like the capitalist swine he is. sokka’s just like “katara did you only come visit me because you need money?” and katara’s like “well i won’t lie, so – yes.”

sokka eventually convinces zuko to go to grad school. naturally, zuko thrives there. sometimes zuko will wake up at 3 am and sokka will very intently find him writing the word “nihil” in a notebook and sokka’s like “what’s up” and zuko’s like “NOTHING.” and then proceeds to be like “don’t you see??? there’s no declension!!! everything makes sense now!!!!!!!!!” and rambles on and on incoherently. sokka’s like “oh god i just realized this is how i sound to everyone all the time.”

sokka takes zuko to the worst plays he can find, and then they sit in a 24 hour diner while zuko rants about everything wrong with said play. sometimes he even takes notes. this becomes a weekly tradition.

zuko reads sokka’s shelved manuscript on the history of cartography and helps him whittle it down to only 400 pages. he’s not a very harsh editor, but he did cut the thing by 150%, so that’s a start.

zuko teaches sokka how to paint.

#this has been in our askbox for over two weeks so sorry about THAT #but it happened to coincide with zukkaweek so i think thats fun for us #sokka #zuko #sokkaxzuko #modern au #asks #anon

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promiscuous-jalapeno · 7 years

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I really love your writing! All the angst, fluff, angst, headcannons, angst, and did I already say angst? It gives me the greatest feels trip ever. >.

~This is so cute, yes!! I’m a huge sucker for this kind of fluff tbh.

◉ Yoosung

You’re screaming for him

He’s got his headset on, completely immersed in the world of LOLOL

“Yoosung!” you stood next to him

“What is it?” he gave you a glance and freed one ear from the headset

“It’s time,” you winced in pain

“Oh my god!”

Throws his headset and is scrambling around the apartment

“Do we have everything ready?!” he’s freaking out

Finally gets you and your bag into the car

Taking deep breaths during the drive

He’s read dozens of books on this and really studied up, so he is READY

Asking you how far your contractions are apart and if your water broke yet

So supportive

Never leaves your bedside in the L&D

“You can squeeze my hand, MC”

OMG IT HURTS

“HOLD IT TOGETHER YOOSUNG IT’S JUST A LITTLE PAIN COMPARED TO HERS” he’s screaming in his brain and forcing a smile for you

Encouraging you SO MUCH

“You’re doing so great, honey! Almost there, okay?!”

Makes you smile with how positive he is and how much he is cheering for you

Finally see’s the little bundle as the baby is placed on your chest

He’s got the widest smile on his face and he has a feeling it’s not going away for a long time

He starts to cry seeing both of you together

Bends down and kisses both of you several times

“She’s beautiful, just like you,” he nuzzles his head into you

◉ Jumin

You called him at work to tell him you were having contractions

He’s dropping EVERYTHING and Driver Kim is rushing him home to see you

His security already has your (several) bags ready for Jumin and he whisks you off to the hospital

He’s asking how you are feeling every five seconds

“Like my hips are ripping apart!!! SAME AS FIVE SECONDS AGO!”

He’s just flustered tbh he doesn’t know how to comfort you

So he just yells at Driver Kim to hurry up

You don’t have to wait at all before getting a bed

Everybody is setting up flowers for you in the room

“Jumin, please, I just want some privacy. There are too many people in here,” you moved to your side and winced with another contraction

“Anything you want, my love.”

Orders everybody out at once

He’s pacing in the room because he hates seeing you in pain and doesn’t know what to do

His tie is off and his shirt is partially untucked

Grateful when it’s time to push and the doctors tell him what to do

Holds your hand and kisses it

He is wide-eyed with amazement at the babies first cry

And when he sees your eyes wet with tears he starts to cry a little, himself

Pestering the doctors as they clean the baby up

“Is she okay? Be careful with her!! Why isn’t she crying anymore is something wrong?!”

He only breathes again when she is safe in your arms

Cries again when he gets to hold her, runs a finger on her face while she sleeps and kisses her forehead

◉ Zen

You pushed him awake in the middle of the night

“What is it?”

“I’m in a lot of pain,” you said to him in the dark

Okay now he is freaked out and turns on the light

“What is it?! Is something wrong?! Oh God, are you okay?!”

You have to try and calm him down

“I’m alright I just think it’s…time,” you spoke through the contraction

He’s smiling so big

He’s been waiting for this moment since you first found out you were expecting

He’s practically skipping to grab your to-go bag

Whistling with joy as you make your way to the hospital

He’s pestering the doctors

“How much longer will this take? When will I see the baby?!”

So impatient about it

Taking so many photos of you!!!

“NO ZEN I LOOK TERRIBLE!”

“YOU’RE GORGEOUS AND WE WILL WANT TO REMEMBER THESE MOMENTS!”

Sending pics to the RFA

Caption: 9hours into labor, no sign of this beautiful baby yet but hopefully soon!

Jumping for joy when it’s finally time to push

Never let’s go of your hand

Melts when he hears the little cry

You let him hold the baby first

“He has my hair, and your eyes,” Zen is crying

Asks the doctors to take some pics of the three of you

Cheesiest biggest grin in the world on his tear-streaked face

“I’ll send you a copy of the photo, so you can remember when you delivered the most beautiful baby in existence”

◉ Jaehee

You started to feel contractions while you were working at the coffee shop with her

But you couldn’t tell if they were BH or real ones

So you just kept on working

Then your water broke

Jaehee notices immediately and goes into freak out mode

“EveryBODY OUT! WE’RE CLOSED!”

Telling everyone to scram

People are being shooed out while still holding their cups

She takes several deep breaths and composes herself

Going through her mental checklist

“I’ve had everything packed and the bag has been in the car for two months now, let’s get you to the hospital!”

Doctors worst nightmare

Any time you wince in pain she is calling someone to check you out and make sure you are okay

Monitoring the babies heart like a hawk

“Oh my god it dipped I think he is on the cord NUUUUURSEEE!!”

“Jaehee we are FINE PLEASE RELAX!”

Basically leading you when it comes time to push

Interrupting the doctors to say it herself

“You’ve got this sweetie, one more push, come on!”

Both of you collapse together when you hear the cry

She is kissing you and you both are crying as they clean him up

“Congrats, mama’s!” the nurse places him in your hands

Jaehee’s heart is swelling just seeing him in your arms, so tiny

“I have written up…what I believe is a proper feeding schedule…here,” she is trying to pull out her notebook but she is sobbing

◉ Saeyoung

You guys are eating dinner when you start to feel immense pressure and you know right away what is happening

He can see it in your face that you’re in pain

“I’ll grab our bag! Don’t move!”

He’s double checking to make sure he got everything packed correctly

His hands are shaking both from excitement and anxiety

He is a bundle of nerves thinking that it’s finally happening, and he hopes he is ready to care for a baby

Drives so.slow. on the way to the hospital

The jokes begin when you reach the desk

“What are you here for?”

“Well there’s either a bowling ball or a baby making it’s way out of my wife. Either way, we need some help, here,” he says to the lady

You smacked his arm with a laugh

He’s dancing around for you in the room

Messing with things to try and make you laugh

Just being his anxious self to distract you both from what was happening

“I’m sorry but the life insurance policy I took out on you is too tempting. I can buy so many baby cars with the money. I’m going to pull the plug, forgive me!” He pulls the plug on the lamp next to the bed, “beeeeeeeep,” he closes your eyes, “I’ll take a vacation in your honor. Goodbye, my love!”

Kisses you just before it’s time to push and holds your face in his hands, staring into your eyes

“You can do this, babe. Let’s get that baby out,” he says in a serious tone

It seems like forever and he is sweating and holding your hand just as tight as you push

The baby comes out wailing and he jumps for joy

“Make sure you cut the right cord, doc! Don’t make any mistakes!”

“It’s a girl…” the doctor sighs

“Is it? Or are you just saying that because you messed up with those scissors already?!”

You don’t even have the strength to tell him to shut up

They bundle her up and hand her over to you

“She has your red hair,” you say through tears

He has to move his glasses so he can wipe his own watery eyes

“Our little tomato,” he sobs

“Don’t call her that,” you scowl at him

You both laugh and get lost together staring at the tiny infant

◉ V

You were having some back pains so V drew a bath for you

Freaked out when you called for him from the bathroom, you sounded worried

“What is it, love? Are you okay?”

“I…I think I’m in labor!”

He’s calling for a car in a second

Bumps into things because he is so flustered trying to get to your to-go bag

Holding you close and rubbing your shoulders on the way to the hospital

When you get into your room he is a chatterbox

It’s helping to distract you

He is sitting at your bedside holding your hand and blabbering away about anything and everything

It’s hard when he hears you moaning in pain during contractions

He’ll lean in and give you tender kisses and whisper

“You are so strong. Thank you for going through this pain so we can have a beautiful baby. I love you so much.”

Nursing staff are in love with you two

Keep bringing you ice chips and sneaking in some snacks for you both

As the hours go on and on they tell him to get some rest but he refuses to leave your side

His heart jumps in his throat come time for you to push and he stands up

“This is it, honey! Don’t let go of my hand, okay?” he smiles

He’s sobbing as soon as he hears the whimpering from the baby

You both are a crying mess right away

“Congrats, you two. She’s beautiful,” the doctor and nurses coo as they hand her to you

V is smiling like crazy

“Can you describe her? What does she look like?” he asks.

He can make out the basic shapes of you but not much

“She has your hair…and your nose…she’s perfect,” you cry, “want to hold her?”

He nods and holds her close to his chest

He kisses her head with a smile, and breathes her in

“I never want to forget this moment,” he beams

◉ Saeran

He came home to see you laying on the couch groaning from the contractions

“Babe, what the hell?!”

Runs to your side

“It’s okay, they’re still kinda far apart and I didn’t want to call you and make you worry. Remember, the doc said we could stay at home for a while even when labor beg-ahhh,” you winced

“I don’t give a shit what he said, we’re going to the hospital.”

He doesn’t want you to see but he is NERVOUS

He even forgot where you guys placed your bags

He packed one for himself, too. He read on the birth forum that husbands should bring stuff too, just in case

Let’s you lean on him and walks you to the car

“I grabbed an extra pair of pants for you, just in case your water breaks on the way there,” he said as he drove you to the hospital

When you get into the room he is just tending to your every need

He’s suddenly nervous that he will forget everything he read and be a bad parent

He’s massaging your feet

Wiping a cool rag on your forehead

Bringing you ice chips constantly

He can tell your contractions are becoming more painful because you’re talking less and less

“I thought I would wait to surprise you with this but,” he rummages through his bag, “I thought this could be the first onesie he wears.”

He pulled out a small black onesie

Printed on it was the logo of your guys’ favorite band

“His first band t-shirt,” you laughed

“Yeah, gotta start him early, right?” he smiled

His pulse is racing when the doctor comes in and says it’s time to push

His eyes are wide with fear and nervousness and he grabs on to your hand

Constant words of encouragement and he wipes your forehead in-between pushing

When the baby cried he got a huge grin

“Hell yeah!” he laughed happily, “that was…the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” he smiled and kissed you

All of his fears washed away when he saw his son

“Do you want to hold him?” the doctor went to Saeran first

As soon as he was placed in his hands, Saeran started to cry

Happy tears

“He looks like you, I’m so glad,” Saeran chuckled

“Except for his red hair,” you smiled and wiped your eyes

He gave you the biggest kiss and let you hold the baby

“Don’t worry, I’ll change all of the diapers while we’re here. I’ve…been practicing,” he said proudly.

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