#another mpreg fic

[sicjimin]

TW : slight emeto, mpreg

Yoongi groans as he spits out dangling saliva from his lips. He sniffles, watching the murky liquid below him that was his dinner. He rests his head on the seat, not caring about how dirty and gross it is. He's just- tired. He's so done with morning sickness. This one is his second day of puking his guts out on ungodly hours- 4 AM. It's not about the time since he's used to still awake at that time daily too, but what he did at that time, and puking his dinner up is not something he wants to do at 4 AM.

Yoong slides his hand under Seokjin's hoodie that's engulfed his little body, rubbing it on his slightly swell tummy, hoping that the warmth of his hand could make his little baby there calm down.

He bites his lips as he feel his stomach rolling. Bringing a constant wave of nausea.

His nose scrunches as he feels something warm coming up. He swallowed it back. "Please calm down sweetheart," Yoongi whimpers, hoping that his baby there listens to him and stops tossing and turning.

Yoongi didn't know how long he has been dazing off in there, until suddenly a bright light blaring the whole room. He squints, lifting his head up.

"Yoongichi?", Seokjin trudge in. Kneeling himself beside his boyfriend that looks so small in his hoodie. His heart clenched at how pale and exhausted the latter is.

" How long have you been here?", Seokjin asks gently brushing a strand of his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

"Dunno ..", Yoongi mumbled, shifting his position to the older chest and nuzzling into his crook. Its comfortable. " this is bullshit, i'm tired", he adds. His voice has become so thick with nausea.

Seokjin chuckles lightly pressing his chin against Yoongi's forehead. "I'm sorry baby"

"Mhm, as you should. You are the one who makes me like this", Yoongi grunts.

The elder giggles lightly as he runs his hand through his lover's dark curls, stealing a peck on the latter lips, immediately gaining a light slap.

"But i have no regrets though, you look cute all pouty like this. and with your lil bump, and how your cheeks just-", he squeezed Yoongi's cheeks, causing the younger groans and swatted his hand away, "fluffy. like a dumpling. You're cute"

Seokjin grin when he sees Yoongi's cheeks redden in instant. Yoongi was not a shy type but this hormone wack on pregnancy got him moodier and, easy to tease. Seokjin loves that, how the younger cheeks easily blushed even though he just placed a kiss of murmuring soft words. Its adorable.

"You're ridiculous", Yoongi grunts, lips forming a pout. "Rub my tummy. Maybe your baby will stop making me nauseous"

A huge grin stretches on Seokjin's face, as he does exactly what Yoongi told him to. "At your command, your Highness"

They stay like that for quite times, a yawn occasionally seeping through Seokjin's. It was calming at first, but apparently it didn't work that well though. The only result was more nausea for Yoongi as time goes by.

"Fuck ..", Yoongi groans as he shifts, pulling himself away and facing the bowl again.

" You're gonna throw up again?", Seokjin asked concerned, moving a stray bangs away from Yoongi's face, placing his head on the younger shoulder as he wrapped him in his arms. Yoongi shakes his head and pulls away half-heartedly, "Hyung .. stop .. i really don't feel well", he grunts in a pout. Again. Seokjin resists himself to kiss the pout away.

Seokjin retreats, this time he runs his hand on Yoongi's back, occasionally massaging his nape when Yoongi's body lurched forward, followed by a stream of beige liquid slipping from his mouth.

Seokjin winces at the loud sound of liquid hitting the water, " You are doing great, Yoongichi"

"I'm sick of it..", he groaned before he heaves another bout of vomit. Again.

Yoongi lets out an annoyed huff as he wipes the remaining vomit on his lips. He sits back with a heavy sigh and rubs his face.

"Are you done?" Seokjin asks. Yoongi nods, turns towards him and hiding his face on the older crooks again, "For now. But i still feel so queasy hyung", he mutters. Seokjin smiles as he feels Yoongi's lips mouthed on his skin.

Seokjin reached out to flushes the toilet, " Lets get you back in bed, okay? How does chamomile tea sounds?"

He heard an affirmative grunt from Yoongi and he helps him up and walk slowly towards their bedroom. They both got ready and made their way towards their shared bed.

As soon as they reach bed, Yoongi immediately throws himself onto the mattress and cuddle into the middle of the bed. He burrows his face in the pillow and closes his eyes tight, letting out a deep breath.

He feels the other laying beside him and feels Seokjin running fingers soothingly up and down his spine. Yoongi let out a soft whimper, turning around slowly and burying his face on Seokjin's chest. He lets out a soft sigh.

Yoongi's grip tightened around the blanket. " Hyung. why this nausea won't leave me." he mumbles.

" It'll be okay sweetheart, its alright. Let me make your chamomile tea and then we sleep again", Seokjin whispers, running a hand through Yoongi's dark locks, placing a soft peck on his temple before he retreats to the kitchen.

Yoongi doesn't move but he does listen as Seokjin steps leaving the room. He lets out another whine as he rolls onto his side and clutches onto the blankets.

His breathing gets heavier as his stomach churns again. He feels his eyelids drooping.

" Yoongichi", Seokjin says softly, walking over to where the boy lays on the bed. He places the tray with steaming hot chamomile tea on the bedside table.

Yoongi turns and opens his eyes sleepily. He looks so peaceful as he's snuggled deep in Seokjin's pillow. His hair falling beautifully on his forehead. His cheekbones are high. His plump pink lips were pursed in a thin line. Seokjin can't help but coo.

He leans down and presses another kiss on his nose causing the younger to frown. "Hey". He mumbles. " I brought you some chamomile tea"

Yoongi nods slowly, sitting up, reaching out to grab hold of the drink and sips carefully. The liquid goes down smoothly and settles warmly on his belly.

After drinking the entire cup and swallowing it, he lies back down, resting his head on Seokjin's chest.

"I hope i won't throw this tea back up in few hours", Yoongi mutters sleepily. His eyelids feel heavy and heavy.

Seokjin laughs and caresses his hair once more, smiling brightly, " Me too baby. Im sorry, but you'll be fine, dont worry". Seokjin kisses his forehead. " Now go sleep". Seokjin pats him in the tummy.

"Okay."

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!yoongi #caretaker!seokjin #another mpreg fic

[frownyalfred]

Chapters: 32/32 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Lex Luthor, Leslie Thompkins Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Pack Dynamics, Pack Bonding, Pack Feels, Lex Luthor Being an Asshole, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Mpreg, Omega Bruce Wayne, Alpha Clark Kent, Omega Jason Todd, Omega Lex Luthor, Beta Alfred Pennyworth, Referenced past suppressant abuse, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Presentation heat, Lazarus Pit (DCU), Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Alpha Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Pheromone abuse, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Kryptonian Biology (DCU), no beta we die like jason todd, and come back to terrorize bruce (our readers) Series: Part 2 of a room full of coral Summary:

Sequel to a coral room.

Bruce builds a pack, piece by piece.

#IT'S FUCKING DONE YES!!!! #I HAVE COMPLETED ANOTHER WIP #AND I AM THRILLED #NEW CHAPTER ALERT #NEW COMPLETED FIC ALERT #myfic #theresurrectionist #a sky of honey #a room full of coral #a/b/o mention #a/b/o tw #mpreg mention #mpreg tw

[goddessofroyalty]

The fic this belongs from will likely never see the light of day because it's a "write until it's out of my head not finished" thing but wanted to share these paras because I like the image.

Pairings: Zoro/Sanji

Tags: omegaverse, past-mpreg

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Even with the girl sleeping in Zoro's lap - the thin limbs of childhood dangling limply as her head rests against the swordsman's chest, green hair a curtain over her curled brows softened by sleep. One of Zoro's arms is wrapped snugly around her waist to keep her secure, but other than that he seems barely aware of her as he listens in to the two captain's conversation. Fatherhood an easy burden for him. Although Law supposes he would have had plenty of practice with Strawhat as his captain.

As if he can read Law's thoughts and plans to prove him right Strawhat leans back on his chair. Stretching his upper body towards the gallery.

"Sanji! I'm hungry!"

"You're always hungry!" Zoro says, reaching out with the arm not holding his daughter to tug at the captain's shoulders. The girl's sleep undisturbed by her father's movement. That tired after a day of running around with the Strawhat crew.

#Zosan #zoro x sanji #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #Omegaverse #One Piece Omegaverse #mpreg #One Piece mpreg #I accidently a ficlet #The other reason why the whole thing probably won't be posted #is it's a lot darker than this moment #and would need some pretty serious trigger warnings #(somehow Law is my character to put through the wringer) #Might steal this bit for another fic though

[queercontrarian]

howl epilogue as memes

by writer barbie @iftheshoef1tz

she's everything - i'm just ken

as usual, spoilers under the cut

in conclusion:

#we as a fandom need more of azriel getting knotted #more mpreg for azris #more teeth #y'all i'll miss doing this #can't wait for fitz to start another fic so i can meme that #azris howl #howl memes

[goth-automaton]

#writer memes #meme #writer's life #fic writing #fic writing meme #organically grown meme #in other words #guess who's writing another Org13 fluffy mpreg oneshot again

[transingthoseformers]

The more I think about canon tfp Megatron, which I believe this fic's version of tfp and its inhabitants are pretty fucking close to canon and tfp Soundwave is going to remain as such for a while, the more I see he has a very strict system that's exactly influenced by pre-war Cybertron, his time in the pits, and his own idiosyncrasies. Yes I find his design fairly attractive, and highly enjoy specific fanon depictions, but I agree that in canon the way he set up the Decepticon hierarchy is maladaptive and dysfunctional. In canon he certainly has a "Life is a performance, I am the main character, and things will go my way regardless of everything" attitude, if that's the right way to explain it? It's a manipulative rhythm.

It reminds me a lot of Functionalism. Not as in the in universe terms of functionist where in there's a taxonomical ranking with some being elevated over others, such as in idwg1, but the sociology term. He's boiled everyone on his ship down to a role based on usefulness for his goals. Yes, Starscream is clearly a bit of a wildcard in his rhythm, but from what I can see in canon he's 100% the scapegoat in most continuities (even to some of the show writers, i theorize?) He's the guy who's the example to the rest of what happens to the disobedient.

This is purely based on my observations of canon tfp and canon tfp alone, temporarily ignoring the rest of aligned.

Tl;dr, canon tfp Megatron is easily one of the more obsessive versions, but he's also surprisingly deliberate in everything he says and does. Comparing it to roles/parts in a play is actually a fairly apt analogy. And in this fic we see its effects heavily on tfp Soundwave.

#Functionalism #sociology #kinda #tfp megatron #tfp Soundwave #tfp Starscream #basically what I'm saying is he places mecha in the hierarchy based moreso on skill and behavior rather than petty things like frametype #this is about entirely strictly canon tfp abd not fanon at all #in fanon everything is possible like mpreg #i love fanon tfp megatron so damn much but it's not a mutually exclusive idea to criticize canon Megatron as a person #and i feel like it honestly makes him a more competent Megatron #key work: more. ultimately speaking his obsessive nature and attitude to everyone is what fucks him over in canon #after all true loyalty is inherently intertwined with trust #it's another reason why i love analyzing the minute differences between the Megatrons #riot rambles #i hope i was relatively clear on what i mean? #sorry if i wasn't #fic reading as ya do #transformers prime

[kirexa]

Oh this fic decided to hit me where it hurt huh (fighting off tears)

#not the mpreg fic i decided to start reading another fic #uhm uh who all. so fucking jamil and sebek and malleus and floyd and jack and idia(?) all killed off in the first fucking chapter. okay. #not technically in the first chapter but before the story started. fucking. okay.

[allylikethecat]

teen dad au 👀 i’m here for maximum angst haha

Okay, so Ducklings is pretty angsty and Fictional!Matty isn't handling that whole situation well... now IMAGINE how angsty that fic would be if Fictional!Matty was like 16-17. Teenagers are the angstiest group of people I've ever met and we all know how messy my Fictional!Matties always end up being...

I have a few more projects I need to finish (or almost finish) before I can truly dive into this one (I say that now but watch me be like FUCK IT WE'RE POSTING next week lol) but between this and the Vampire fic have been very much consuming my thoughts. I'm so glad that there is an audience for this one as well!!! My head has just been SPINNING with so many ideas and the note on my phone for this fic is getting longer and longer...

Thank you so much for sending in this lovely encouraging ask, for reading and for the continued support! I hope you enjoy my other projects in the meantime and that I'm able to get to this one sooner rather than later! I hope you have a happy Monday and a fantastic week!

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #keep it kind #matty fic #gatty #fanfic #teen dad fictional!Matty #also not gonna lie it will be another mpreg fic #if thats not your thing im sorry!! #but i dont want to have to come up with a FOC #when I can have angsty fictional!Matty and angsty fictional!George as the primary players #part of me wants to do a split narrative #like a then and now kinda thing? #i have so many ideas!! #one is that we flip back and forth between 16 year old fictional!Matty getting pregnant and not doing well with it #and hiding it and it all getting messy #paralleled w present day 30something year old fictional!matty TRYING to have a baby and it bringing up all these heavy feelings and memorie #we shall see #there are multiple notes in the app

[slightweasel]

transformations!!

September 1997

It started in his mouth. A flush of saliva, more than usual, and hot. For a moment he thought he was going to be sick. Then the heat flushed through him some more, began to twist somewhere deeper, past skin and muscle and into bone--

He stumbled back into the tent, where Ron and Hermione were still fighting. Not fighting anymore. Looking up at him, annoyed. They were all annoyed at each other today. Except for Harry, now. "D'you know what today is?"

"It's the sixteenth," Hermione said promptly. "Are you alright?"

Ron squinted up at him. Slowly, he said, "Yeah, mate, you don't look--"

Harry'd thought today was the eighteenth, that the danger had passed already. That he'd been right not to worry anyone else about this, right to let them think he'd got away from Grimmauld Place unscathed too. That the thing that could have been nothing more than a scratch from something else really had been one.

"Last month. The firefight, with Greyback," he said, words coming out on top of each other because there was no time, there was nothing left in him but the panic, and the heat that was rising up to engulf it. "Tonight's the full moon, I--"

Later, he would remember Hermione's hand, the way it had covered her mouth, when he was just a few words into this. The way Ron looked at him, a blankness beginning to twist into something like understanding.

The heat was expanding, not just inside his head but there and everywhere else too, twisting and melting, not only changing him but consuming--

"Run," Harry said, and did not know until later if it had been enough.

#my fic #drarry #this will be another mpreg story as well fyi #pigeonholing myself hard in this fandom lmao #fic meme

[sicjimin]

— Hide the Baby Away —

a.n : prepare for a veeery long read ! (i tried my best to cover everything in this request but it definitely gonna get waaaay too long more than this one soo, that's the ending that i will choose, i hope you don't mind anon!) (and as always, i'm sosososo sorry this taking soo long i hope you're still around to see this) (and i hope my rusty writing can do justice to your request)

tw : mpreg, emeto, graphic descriptions of vomit

"Jungkook!"

Namjoon calls falls into the empty hallway as the younger practically run out the moment their lift stops on their apartment floor. His heart thumps loudly against his ribcage as he sees his boyfriend buzzing on his feet in front of the door—his left hand visibly shaking as he tries to typed out the code but comes to no avail as it beeps red.

"Baby .. breathe", Namjoon tries his best to sound calm as he quickly types the codes. He can't hide his winces when he heard a loud gag followed by a quick shuffles of Jungkook's feet running inside-then it's a loud thump of closed door and a loud belch.

''Baby .. Kook?", Namjoon knocks on the door, knowing that Jungkook often let the door locked when he's sick saying that it was gross and he didn't want to let Namjoon see him like that, full of snot and smell like vomit; that Namjoon respond with a scoff and rolling his eyes, like hell he gonna cares. His thoughts come to an end when another loud belches echoes from inside followed by sounds of good amount of liquid filling the bowl.

Gosh ... why is Jungkook so sick?

"Kook .. let hyung help?"

It meets with a silence, a little cough, before the knobs turns and click. Namjoon shuffles inside, quickly rushing towards the little window near the bathtub— opened it to let a fresh air exchange the foul scent of vomit. His shoulder deflates as he sees the younger propped in front of the toilet—one hands on his knees, and other holding the toilet to keep his balance. His big doe eyes that Namjoon loves and usually sparkles, now it becomes bloodshot, glassy, and tired.

"Baby ..", Namjoon shuffles closer, his hand immediately circling the younger waist, letting him to lean his weight against him.

"Are you feeling better?" Jungkook sniffles, shaking his head, before spitting saliva into the already filled bowl. Namjoon takes it to flush the toilet before the sight making his boyfriend sicker. "Still more?"

"Mhm", Jungkook hums, taking a deep breath, brushing his hair back, before he wracked with a cough. Namjoon reacts quick, as he takes the long black lock on his palms, and tighten his grip on the latter waist—just in time when Jungkook sways forward, bends closer the toilet bowl and lets out another loud belch, then throws up once again, the retching and vomiting becoming more violent as the minutes pass. His stomach muscles contract and flutter, as if they are squeezing out the last of his lunch. At one point, some solid food comes back up. He continues to gag and belch even after most of his lunch has already been thrown up and only water and stomach acid left.

"Sshh .breathe, Kook .. breathe. You're empty" Namjoon murmurs behinds as the younger starts to dry heaves. His hand hasn't stops moving around Jungkook's body in a worried manner--brushing his hair, rubbing his back, moves to massaging his nape, and now wiping the cold sweats that starts to form.

"Hyung .", Jungkook leans back with a deep sigh of relief. "..I think it's out. I'm... feeling better", he finally manages to mumbles.

"That's good .. lets clean you up, okay? Are you feeling dizzy?", Jungkook nods a little, his eyes flutters, as if he could fall asleep on his feet in this instant.

Namjoon ruffles his hair, quickly helping his boyfriend rinse his mouth, settles him on the couch, before fussing in the kitchen to make warm chamomile tea.

"You're okay?", Namjoon plops on the couch as he hands the warm cup, can't help the high-pitched worried tone that emits from him. "What's wrong?"

Jungkook hums, mumbling a small thankyou as he takes a small cautious sips. To be completely honest, the nausea still lingers ; his stomach still feels bloated and like someone was rolling his guts around in spinning wheel. "I think i got motion sickness hyung", he mumbles. "I've already feel sick in the car .. and i dont know, the lift movement is too much and suddenly i want to puke", he adds, shrugging as if it's not a big deal. It's not, in his opinion. Everyone get motion sick all the time, like Jimin ! So Namjoon actually doesn't need to be this worry !

"But you rarely got motion sickness though ...", Namjoon trails off, fidgeting with the younger hands that now becomes sweaty—maybe the after effect from vomiting. "You sure? You don't want to go for a check up?"

Namjoon's worry actually isn't baseless. His boyfriend has thrown up 3 times this week alone—yeah, it's not in a sequence, that it makes the younger easily brushed it off ; either it's bc he eat too much, eat too fast, the food taste goofy, or else. But he feels like there's something more to it.

"No hyung .. don't worry too much. It's really just motion sickness. I feel fine now", Jungkook says, pressing a kiss on the older palms and giving it a reassuring brushes.

Namjoon sighs, deciding to trust the younger on this. In the end, he's the one that knows his body better, right?

***

Namjoon should've known that it's not a mere motion sickness. He should've pushes his boyfriend to go for a check up—if he did that, they won't end up in this situation.

"Hyung ...", Jungkook hisses. His eyes squeezed shut, making a crinckle at the corner of his eyes. He's in so much pain, Namjoon could tell as much—as his body shaking, and his grips on Namjoon's arms is digging on his skin. "Hurts ..", he croakes out, before gasping for air and then coughing—that quicks morph into another gag.

"Kook-ah .. ssshh .. you're okay, breathe", Namjoon breathes out, biting his lips, as he keeps brushing the younger hair that falls off while holding the bag at the same time. He winces when Jungkook's face turns completely white as he's struck with a wave of nausea, and he instantly dives towards the bag—adding the weight to the bag. Another round of foul liquid gushes out of his system, and he shudders at the sensations. Jungkook's grips tighten at his boyfriend's arms, feeling miserable as the retching eventually subsides, though they'll likely continue to come back for the time being. "Gosh, I feel so sick..." he groans, closing his eyes.

"You are .. love", Namjoon sighs, now his free hand moves to the younger nape, that now glistens with sweat. "Want water?"

Jungkook shakes his head weakly, "No ..", he sniffles. "Later .. it will come back up", he sighs as he feels his boyfriend massages his nape, it helps a little bit to ease his discomfort—especially since it distracts his from the fact that he can feel the food sloshing around in his stomach and his intestines still squirming and churning with every small, minor wave of nausea.

"Still feeling sick?", Namjoon asks, can't hide the panic and worry mixing in his tone.

"Mhm", Jungkook coughs, and spits as saliva pools in his mouth. It's making him even nauseous. He takes a few deep breathes, before groaning and diving his mouth over the plastic bag again as yet another wave hits him, and heaves yet again. This time, however, there's next to nothing to come up.

"It's just water...", Jungkook groans tiredly, leaning back against the bedrest. He can feel the waves continuing to come, but at least they're not expelling anything other than clear, tasteless liquid. It's probably just the remaining water he drank earlier, and his stomach still trying to settle.

"Done?"

Jungkook hums, letting himself melts against the bed as he feels dizzy and exhausted. "You can put it somewhere hyung .. i will clean that up in the morning", he quietly mumbles, feeling bad that he woke up the older at ass crack dawn and making him hold his disgusting vomit bag. "Hyung ...", he calls again when there's no answer. He can hear the latter shuffling around the room, but he can't bring himself to open his eyes. Too tired to do so.

He almost dozes off when suddenly there's a weight that jostles the bed. "Hyung?", Jungkook sleepily mumbles, scooting closer in search for the older body to cuddle on. " 'm sorry ..."

"Ssshh .. sleep now, Kook", Namjoon coos, pulling the younger closer and plays with his hair until his breathing become falls into a calm rhythm.

***

Jungkook gasps, as he stares at the puddles of brown vomit contrasting with the white bathtub. He sucks a deep breath, in an attempt to calm himself down, as he looks around and check if the shower still running. He exhales a relieved breathe as he's sure that the sound his gagging earlier must have get drown out and his boyfriend is currently somewhere away from the bathroom. He quickly washes the mess away, and prepped himself up—he needs to be quick or Namjoon might grow suspicious and worry again if he's taking way too long. His bouts of vomits earlier already taken quite awhile—that he swallow the lingering nausea down, and he only hopes that it wont manifest into another vomiting session.

He's tired—and scared.

He knows that morning sickness is the consequence of being pregnant—but he never thought that it will come this early, only 2 weeks in his pregnancy, and how it becomes harder for him to control. It has morph into the strong urge to vomit or gag, not only waves of nausea like the first week—so it's getting harder to hide from his boyfriend too.

But he can't tell him.

Not when he himself hasn't come into acceptance yet.

There's too much things that comes after having a baby. There's too much things that need to change or even put in a rest as he gonna go with the pregnancy, and all while putting a risk for the things he and the members has put for months. And he hasn't did /that/ talk with Namjoon too ; what if he hates the baby? what if he hasn't vision himself with a baby? what if he deemed Jungkook isn't fit for taking care a baby and he didn't want to stuck around for so long with him? what if he— "Kook? Are you still in there? Are you okay?"

Jungkook gasps. He didn't realize that he had been holding his breath as he spirals. He takes a deep breathe, groaning quietly as nausea pooling back at the base of his stomach.

"Yeah hyung .. wait a minute", Jungkook yells, quickly splashing his face with cold water to ease his anxiety and nausea before going out.

"I have made breakfast", Namjoon's grin is the first thing that greets him as soon as he opened the bathroom door.

Jungkook chuckles, his hand unconsciously moving up to his abdomen and rest on top of it at the mention of food. "Hyung? You're not allowed in the kitchen except for making drinks!"

"It's only an egg and toasted bread, Kook .. i know my limitations", Namjoon rolls his eyes as he guided the younger to the kitchen.

Breakfast was hard—but to his luck, Jungkook managed to get it down without heaving it up immediately all over the counter. With each bite, he fights off another wave of intense nausea, though he forces herself to just eat. The taste of the food, the texture, the smell... it's all a massive hurdle to get through, but he knows his body needs the calories and nutrients—and he can't make his boyfriend growing anymore worried. Not before he get the couraged to tell him himself.

After taking the last bite, he washes everything down with a big gulp of tea—letting himself slip with a loud and nauseating belch when Namjoon was getting ready, and shoved a mint flavored candy to his mouth as they went to the company.

The candy works wonder, as he managed to go through his day up until lunch, and hasn't felt the urge to barf yet again. The nausea was coming in an constant waves, especially when he was moving around excessively—but it's nothing he couldn't handle.

Jungkook almost cheered on himself.

Almost.

He calls it quits at his 5th schedule that day—a back to back meeting and make up test for their photoshoot the next day. Maybe it was a mix of smelling different scents of makeup products, hairspray, and new fabrics at the makeup tests ; and now watching the monitor for 45 minutes—that still gonna go for the next 30 minutes—that makes his body breaks.

The meeting room is in a full blast of AC, but Jungkook could barely feel the breezing coldness as he starts growing hot. He shuffles on his seat, and taking a deep breath. He feels dizzy—and not dizzy like the whole room is spinning, but it feels like he's about to straight up passed out right now. He huffs, trying to fiddles with his pen and look away from the overwhelming graphic on the screen, hoping that it would make his body feels normal again.

Taehyung nudges him, snickering when he knows the younger isn't paying any attention and ready to tease him—but bites it back when he sees how pale the younger is, "Kook ..? Are you okay?", Taehyung shuffles his chair close, and whispers to him.

Jungkook breathes, lowering his head as he shakes his head quietly. He closes his eyes, rubbing them hard and blinking rapidly. "I feel faint hyung .."

"What?", The elder looks worried, he can see the sweat running down his forehead. Taehyung takes hold of his hand, squeezing tightly. His eyes widen when he feels it sweaty and cold. "Fuck .. Kook-ah .. let's get out of here, can you stand up?"

Jungkook gulps, "I think i'm going to puke hyung", he grimaces at the way his mouth tastes bad. He belches then, as quiet as it can be, but loud enough for the older to hear. Taehyung squeezes his hand harder, looking around to find someone who might have a trash bin nearby.

"Taehyung-ah", Seokjin hisses, kicking his chair when he sees the younger visibly looking distracted, not even bothering to hide it as he spins around his chair and throwing his gaze everywhere. "The meeting!"

Taehyung frowns at him, for a second forgetting that Seokjin is the eldest and he's currently in a meeting—when he hears a quiet gag and the grips on his sleeves is tighten. "Jungkook is sick!", he hissed back, and before the latter could reply or chides him more, he dashes towards the door, snatching the trashcan there and hurriedly put it under Jungkook's mouth.

Everyone attention has diverted, and instead of the monitor, they put their focus at the commotion. "Is Jungkook okay?" "We can stop the meeting here" "Go bring him water" "Shouldn't he go to the doctor?" "I will call the doc below"

Everything tunes into a white sounds, losing against his own erratic breathes and heartbeat. He feels like he's coccooned by nausea—it's so thick and demanding to be let out that he barely aware that his hyung already grouped around him ; someone was holding his hair, someone's arms is around his shoulder, someone is holding the bin, someone is fanning him to get him a fresh air, someone is saying something, someone is— "Sorry"

That's all Jungkook managed to utter before his stomach belches violently, and he feels a hot, greasy mess flow up his throat and into his mouth—then he heaves up the last meal he had. Gone all of his breakfast. It's not the usual soupy chunks, but a thick and clumpy mess. "Fuck ...", he curses in between his attempt to catch a breath. He grips the trash can even tighter, his teeth gritted in shame and misery as his body tries to purge the food he couldn't contain.

Jungkook feels like he was in dazed and disconnected from everything as he throw up. Only when he left dry heaving and his stomach got nothing to put out, he's aware of 6 worried gazes around him. "Hyung ...", he croaks, wiping the remaining mess off his chin. His voice was hoarse and scratchy from how hard he coughed out his guts. And it hurts, but at least the nausea went away.

Namjoon immediately rushes over to Jungkook's side and rub circles on his back, while Jimin hands him a bottle of water. Jungkook take a little sip, and let himself fall into his boyfriend shoulders. He feels exhausted.

"Baby .. let's get you checked up", Namjoon said softly, and strokes his hair. "They already called him to come to this floor. They are waiting at the lounge"

Jungkook shoots up at that. Everything just come into a full pieces in his brain. "What? No!"

"Kook-ah .. you literally just throwing up a tons in front of us, why didn't you tell us that you're sick?", Yoongi perks up. His usual tired cat eyes now morph into a frown.

"No .. i'm fine! I already feel a lot better. It's just food messing up with me", Jungkook argues, "I'm fine hyung .. really"

"You have been throwing up a lot, Kook. There's literally nothing wrong to get check up. I'm worried. They will give you medications at best", Namjoon sighs, quietly locking gaze with the eldest for a help. Jin catches his signal, as he crouched in front of the youngest that now fiddling with the hem of his sleeves, definitely anxious about the thought of seeing the doctor for a reason that no one knows. "Kook-ah .. do you want hyung to call the doctor to this room? Everyone is worried, especially Joonie", Jin chuckles, "I have lost count how many times he has been pacing while ranting to me"

Jungkook perks up at that, "He did?"

"Of course! How could i not?!", Namjoon suddenly shoots up from his seat, chairs thudded loudly against the table. "Woah .. calm down, hyung", Jimin and Yoongi snickers at that.

Namjoon blushes at his sudden outburst, red hues blashing all over his cheeks goes up to his ears. "Of course i worried, Kook .. you have been throwing a lot, especially yesterday .. and last night?", he sits down again, ruffling his hair in visible distress. Jungkook bites his lips. He feels bad.

"I know that there's something more like motion sickness and a mere food messing up with you won't make you sick that much .. and often, that just doesn't make sense. But i just don't want to be pushy because i'm afraid you will get mad and—"

"Baby .. breathe", Jungkook chuckles at his boyfriend rambles. It's adorable.

Namjoon indeed take a deep breathe as he composes himself, "So .. doctor?"

"It's just a check up, Kook. If nothing wrong then you will only get medications and go home. I will even let you pass the dance practice", Hobi chimes in, gaining a loud, "Oh nooo, hyung i'm sick too", from Taehyung and Jimin at the sides.

Jungkook smiles, anxiety slowly fading away. "I don't need to see the doctor hyung, well maybe i can ask for a meds but i already know what's wrong", he mumbles, "Promise don't get mad for me?", he looks up at his boyfriend.

"Why did i need to get mad? You did something?"

"Yeah you did something hyung"

"What? What did i do?", Namjoon looks even more confused, and if it's not because of the loud thumping of his heart, Jungkook definitely gonna burst into good laughs.

"It's morning sickness"

"Yes you were sick this morni—what?"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jungkook #caretaker!namjoon #and again another mpreg fic

[limerental]

now that i’m grown (i’m scared of ghosts)

part 2 of the derek/isaac fic i wasn’t supposed to write

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45010972

this fic contains far too much heavy trauma exploration and recovery from generational fuckery to have been inspired by the abysmal teen wolf movie but alas. also it’s mpreg

summary

One second you're just trying to co-parent a teenaged werewolf who you only recently found out is actually your son while also taking things slow romantically with his awkward dad aka the older guy who made your PTSD into a whole complex fifteen years ago.

When all of a sudden the old gang of supernatural assholes starts booking it back into town because they heard you might be reigniting a powerful werewolf family dynasty or need help changing diapers or something.

excerpt

"Kinda cruel lycanthropy keeps you from getting wasted. On account of the horrors."

"Also keeps you from dying of liver failure."

"Hush, Mr. Responsible Parent." Stiles rolls his eyes. "Lycanthropy tends to accelerate the likelihood of dying in about four dozen more gnarly, gruesome, uncool ways. Like immolation."

"Using big words doesn't make you right, Stiles."

"Ok, sorry, wolf man die big fire? Uncool. Lame. A little thematically repetitive, I mean, Hale dies in fire? They already ran that headline back in the– alright asshole, put those hackles down. Fine, your death was super narratively important and interesting and special, and me and Isaac are squandering our one precious life voluntarily imbibing toxic substances. I won't tell your kid about my special wolfsbane booze trick. Don't worry."

"You better not," says Derek dangerously. The effect is ruined by his yellow Crocs and the pale pink dish towel covered in tiny cardinals he is drying his hands on after washing off the garden dirt in the kitchen sink."Or I'll–"

"Compost my entrails into your cute little flowerbeds, I know."

#in the year of our lord 2023 i present to you a teen wolf pack feels mpreg fic lord almighty #2012 me would be so perplexed about how we got here #disaac #teen wolf #derek x isaac #sterek #the sterek's implied but might come up if i do another part and that's all you people will bother to read so

[goddessofroyalty]

Despite how much my hormones want to I am NOT to start another mpreg/omegaverse childbirth scene. 

I already have two in progress. That is more than enough to scratch that urge. 

#mpreg #omegaverse #Ramblings of the Goddess #Goddess behind the fic #They're both Jayvik #so OF COURSE my hormones are like... what about other pairings? #I'm allowed to ramble about them though #because that's not starting another WIP #so I guess if there's anything anyone wants to spitball with me on #now is the time to do it

[theficlistpodcast]

…why

#mpreg #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fandom #fandom culture #tiktok #the fic list #another queue bites the dust

[into-the-midst]

Do you have any plans after Within the Hollow Crown?

Way too many. We're getting near the end of HC, which means I'll be moving on to its sequel. I considered just adding year seven to HC, but I really like the follow-on title. Haha. I'll also continue working on Mercy of the Fire, which is going to be long, and probably ongoing for a while. But I have a list of upcoming stories on my desk. There are...ten stories on there that I haven't started. Some highlights include: The Curse and the Cure: A dramione fic set in a no-horcrux AU, where Voldemort has created a blood magic illness that's killing wizards and muggles alike. Hermione's blood is used to brew the "curse," and Draco's for the "cure." Death Never Cared: A two-part story playing with blood magic and bonding. Draco & Harry. Umbridge finds a set of rings she believes will strip Harry of his magical abilities. But she gets the set inverted, leading to Draco and Harry being bond together, and Voldemort's interest consumed by the potential in the rings. The Amortentia Effect: No horcrux AU. The prophecy still exists. Voldemort kills James and Lily and raises Harry as his own. Harry's life is miserable, until he meets Draco, who becomes the one good thing in his life. Follows all seven school years.

#also have a few shorter stories I'd like to work in #crack treated seriously #including abo and mpreg #but more like body horror #another story really leans into the dark magic/witchcraft aspects of the series #a dark harry fic too

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

friendly reminder to really take in the Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings tag if it’s there when you open a fic because my god sometimes the author really do be actively deciding not to use them warnings, and technically you were very much warned so when you’re several thousands words in and you’re hit with surprise [insert taggable situation] you really have no one to blame but yourself

#shout out to the time i missed the 'spit' tag in a smut i read once #and another time i missed the 'author chose not to tag other stuff' tag and got blindsidede by surprise mpreg #and the fic that inspired this post where i was attacked by surprise character death #like i was technically WARNED #like narratively it was very good but my god i am emotionally devastated #anyway love the ao3 tagging system i just need to respect her more asdjkdfa lest this occur once mroe #ao3 #sketchy speaks