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Poor us
Summary: You and Jimin have been living in poverty without parental help as they decided to disown you the moment you married the love of your universe. Life hasn't been easy ever since, but your love for each other and the will of building a family of your own may just be enough to concur all.
non-idol!jimin x pregnant!fem!reader
Warnings: pregnancy, poverty, medical issues, cold, malnutrition, childbirth
Word count: 2.9K
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You felt another blanket being placed on your body.
- Chim, I think that's enough, but thank you. - you breathed out sleepily, as Jimin carefully lays down next to you on the mattress placed on the floor.
- No, love! It's freezing. We need to make sure you don't catch a cold. That wouldn't be good considering you are 28 weeks.
He was right. Your tiny apartment was located in the poorest part of town, where cutting the water or gas was done weekly by authorities, since there was always something wrong with the system. Now not even the tiny heater in your miniature room was radiating any warmth, meaning the only things keeping you and your baby growing inside your womb warm were those few blankets you had.
- This was our last blanket though... now you have none. - you extended your hands, motioning him to lay under your blankets.
He hesitantly lifted the blankets and slipped under them, wrapping his protective arms around your waist to scoot you closer to his body. Of course, he was mindful of your bump, making sure not to crush your little one inside. A warm smile spread across his face, as he felt the baby wiggle against his torso. Moments like this reminded him, that rich, or not, life was beautiful.
- Now, go to sleep, okay? - ha pleaded, while softly caressing your hair and back. - You need a lot of rest.
- Okay... - you yawned. - But you too! Night.
- I hate that you still go to work.
- Jimin, we talked about this before! Women in my condition usually have maternity leave around their last month. I just started my seventh month, we have 3 left. - before he could cut you off, you continued. - Besides, we can't afford to have minus one working hand. We need the money. I already quit one of my jobs.
- Then I'll get another job.
- A fourth one? There's no way I'm letting that happen!
- Jagi...
You cut him off with a kiss. That kiss brought him comfort and reassurance. He still didn't like the fact that even after the doctor told you you were a bit underweight and should make sure you didn't lose any more if you wanted the baby to be healthy, you were still on your feet all that at work, which also included some physical labor. Ever since that day, he would skip meals, so you could eat more. Of course, he never told you this, because he knew you'd never let him do that.
- Good night!
- Good night, Love! - then he put his free hand on your tummy. - Night, night baby!
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- Mrs. Park, - your doctor sighed. - even though you made some progress compared to last time, you still seem a little underweight. I want you to keep in mind that malnutrition doesn't only affect the fetus' development but can also send you into premature labor.
These were definitely news that you expected to hear at your 32-week check-up, and you had plenty of time to prepare yourself, but you still couldn't stop the tears from escaping your eyes. These facts being said out loud sent shivers down your spine and made your heart fill with worry for your precious baby.
Tears kept running and running down your red cheeks and no one was there to wipe them away. Jimin had work, which he couldn't miss, and the old lady, who called herself a doctor definitely wasn't the one who would calm you down. She was extremely unsympathetic. You just wished your husband was there, holding your hand.
The gynecologist printed out your ultrasound pictures and handed you the papers which contained the updates on your and the fetus' health.
You didn't have a car. None of you. So you had to walk all the way home, burning calories, which you couldn't afford to burn. But you had no other option. On your way to your apartment, you stopped in front of a bakery, just staring inside of the showcase, debating whether or not you should spend those few bucks you brought with you, on some nourishing pastries for yourself... more for your baby. The debate was obviously determined when you set your thin hands on your bump and felt your bundle of joy wiggle around. A soft, but sad smile appeared on your lips, and you went inside.
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You sat in your scummy kitchen, munching on one of the cheese biscuits you bought earlier, when you hear the squeak of the front door, signaling that your husband was home. About time... it was 10 PM.
- Hi, My Love!
He took his shoes off and hugged you, caressing your back and pressing a gentle hand on your bump.
- How did your appointment go?
- It went great. - you lied.
- Can I see the papers?
You froze. Oh no! That will give everything away.
- Uhm... I lost it.
- Jagi... Please don't lie to me, okay?
You realized that there was no reason to lie to your husband any further. You dug deep into your duffel bag you've been taking with you everywhere for years now. The time took a toll on it as well. The rips and lose threads were becoming more and more evident.
In the end, you pulled out the folded medical papers, which will soon reveal your little secret to Jimin.
He carefully read through the words, making sure he wasn't missing any detail.
You didn't dare to look at him. You were scared. you expected scolding from him, words that would send you tears.
Instead, you just felt thin arms wrap around you and delicate hands running up and down your bump.
- Oh Jagi! - he breathed.
You couldn't help the tears. You were an emotional mess. Relief, sadness, worry, guilt...
- A-are you m-mad?
- No, no! I'm not, baby.
He carefully lifted you and slipped under you n the chair, so he could set you on his lap. He turned your head to look him in the eye and was quick to wipe the tears away, which were continuously pouring onto your shirt. He just kept wiping and wiping them.
- I'm just so worried, Jagi... But... don't you worry, My Love, okay? We'll work on it. You'll be fine! Perfectly healthy!
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- Love! I'm home! - he said as he closed the door.
- Chim? - you breathe out shakily.
Jimin could immediately sense the discomfort in your voice, so he is quick to get into the tiny bathroom your voice could be heard from.
He dropped everything he had on him the moment he saw your distressed figure on the floor hunched over the toilet, hands on your 34-week bump, and rat to your side.
- Baby! It's okay, let it all out!
- I haven't been able to keep anything down today.
- Oh God! Why didn't you call me?
- I don't have any money on my phone... I couldn't call anyone.
Jimin cursed at himself for forgetting to charge money on your phone. It was a very dangerous move from him, especially now that you are nearing the end of your pregnancy.
- I'm having a contraction... - you panted as you clutched your abdomen, still sitting on the floor.
His hands carefully flew to rest on your stomach as he felt around. Your bump was rock-hard. He panicked. You weren't full-term yet.
- Are you sure? Maybe they are just Braxton hicks... - he held onto the last bit of hope he had.
- I'm not sure... I hope though. - you straightened your posture as the tight feeling in your stomach eased. - Chim... - tears started streaming from your eyes. - These don't feel like Braxton hicks. My baby...
- Shhh... It's alright, don't worry. We'll get you to the hospital.
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- Mrs. Park, you are now in pre-term labor, but we can give you medication that might extend your pregnancy by a few more days or weeks.
- How much does it cost? - you ask, laying in the uncomfortable hospital bed with pink and blue bands strapped around your bump, which attached little machines to your skin to detect the baby's and your vitals.
- No! She'll have it! - Jimin said with much confidence.
- Chim...
You could barely afford the hospital bills for your labor and delivery. You didn't need to add any more to that sum.
- Can we get a moment, please? - your husband addressed your doctor.
- Of course. - she walked outside.
Jimin sat down next to you on the bed, his eyes flaming as he stared at the bands and machines attached to your still small bump. At least compared to how far along you were. Baby didn't weigh much and you were supposed to work on that in the remainder of your pregnancy.
And while Jimin's stare was livid, he stroked your hand and talked in the most gentle way possible.
- You are getting that medicine. I'm not letting my baby have potential risks or even die!
- I know, Ji-
The next contraction hit you out of nowhere. You curled around your hardened stomach and gripped Jimin's shirt.
- Breathe, breathe! - he whispered.
- I know, - you started as the contraction ended. - and it's the last thing I want as well. But tell me honestly how will we pay for that. That shit is expensive and we d-don't even have baby products yet.
That's when the tears spilled.
- It's okay, - he wiped your eyes. - I'll make sure everything is perfectly fine. You'll have that medicine and won't worry about the bills. I'll sort everything out.
His tone calmed you a bit, just enough to stop crying. But it didn't free you from the concern you felt about your child's well-being.
Your husband called the doctor back in, who immediately started preparing the procedure.
- No, no! - you whined. - No needles, Chim...
- Shhh... - he stroked your hair. - Just focus on me. Think about how is you are strong now, we'll have a strong baby in a few weeks.
So you did. You were strong and the IV was in, pouring some fluid into you. You didn't look at it, but you were nauseous non the less.
Just in time, a nurse assisting the doctor shoved a bowl in front of you. You let out the contest of your stomach. You didn't know you had anything left in you, and now, vomiting with Jimin tying your back with an emergency hair tie on his wrist, then rubbing your back.
- We're going to wait now and see how your contractions turn out. If they stop, we'll do a check on the baby and determine whether you are safe to go back home or now. If they continue to progress, we'll get ready for delivery.
So you waited there in the arms of your husband. Breathing through contractions and praying. Praying that the medicine worked and that your baby is okay.
Hours went by, but the constant pains tormenting you never stopped.
- Mr. and Mrs. Park, I'm afraid there's no other solution, we have to go through with the delivery.
Your heart ached. You wished you could give your beloved child, whom you haven't seen yet but lived with everything you had, a bright future. You wanted them to grow up in comfort and love at the same time. These are things you got to experience in your life, only never at the same time. Comfort you had while in the care of your parents, but love you only ever found when comfort was taken away, with Jimin.
A strong contraction ripped through your abdomen, squeezing your helpless baby inside. Jimin was close to tears himself.
- Breath, beautiful. You've got this. - he whispered with a broken voice.
You would have thought that this little gesture (him reminding you to breath) would be useless and would only agitate you, but thanks to him you realized you've been holding your breath which didn't help with the pain. As soon as you were reminded by him you let as much air into your lungs as possible and that relieved a lot of pressure from your stomach.
At some point the pain got extremely bad. No matter what you did, walking around, or squatting, the pressure was worse than ever amd could no longer be relieved by breathing.
- Wow, that was a big one. - the nurse exclaimed as she inspected the red line on the monitor, possibly measuring the intensity of your contractions. - How do you feel about some kind of pain relief?
The word "yes" was at the very tip of your tongue, it wanted to escape faster than light travels. But a voice, that has been chanting the same word over and over again since the day of your engagement, stopped you. Money.
- What do you suggest? - your husband asked after seeing your doubtful gaze.
-No... Ugh... I- W-we can't... - you huffed in the middle of feeling your baby squirming in discomfort as your belly hardens again.
- What do you suggest? - Jimin asked again, this time with a much more impatient voice, ignoring your protests.
- At this point it would be too late for the epidural, but I would recommend either oxygen, or gas. Oxygen is great for your lung capacity, helping you with breathing, amd gas kind of works like a drug. It's completely harmless of course, it has a numbing effect, so your brain can't process pain the way it is now, making it seem less intense.
- Jim-Jimin! You no we can't-
- We'll take oxygen.
After a bit of time and a lot of convincing from your husband, the nurse brought all the equipment needed and soon you had a mask-like plastic thing in your hand. She showed you how to use it and you were good to go. You were hesitant at first, but after feeling the difference it made, you couldn't resist anymore.
Jimin was relieved to see you have some break from the constant torture. That break, however, didn't last long.
A sudden strange urge and pressure broke you from your relaxed state. Your water broke and the contractions, which brought your baby so low, came almost immediately after each other.
- I ned to PUSH! - with that last word you were pushing, there was no going back.
Jimin worriedly smacked the calling button above your head, and 3 nurses entered the room, taking their places around you like the professionals they were.
They quickly understood that you prefered being encouraged with gentle words, not like some who needed them to shout like a football coach. You were scared for your baby, who would be born prematurly into this cold world, without a warm home, without a place to sleep. Damn... you don't even have a crib yet.
The only thing that allowed you ta stay focused was the thought of your little baby being in your arms, and Jimin's heartwarming words. These two pushed you forward.
- IT BURNS! - you scream in pure agony.
- Push through it! It means you're doing it right. - one of the nurses assured.
To be honest you couldn't tell the difference between them at this point. You could barely even see, your vision was so blurred by the tears pouring down your cheeks.
- We're so close baby! So, so close. It'll all be over.
Oh how wrong he was...
Once this part comes to an end the rest and most difficult part begins.
Several pushes and one last scream later the pain faded into nothing and for the first time in your life, you smiled when a baby cried.
You remember countless times when on long plane rides a baby was close to you on an aircraft you silently cursed at all living species on Earth. You would do so again when you realize you forgot to bring your headphones, and you'd have to listen to the annoying wailing sounds of an uncontrollable infant. Now, however, it was the world's most wonderful sound.
He was alive, breathing, gunky and slimy, just covered in all kinds of birth fluids, but he was the most beautiful thing that's ever existed on this planet.
You became a mother.
A mother to a child whose father is the love of your universe. You chuckled at the silly thought. Of course, how else would it be?
Your beautiful newborn son was placed on your chest and his warmth made you forget all the hardships you've faced and the ones you'll have to face once this moment is over. He was tiny but had a healthy set of lungs and an even healthier heart, which was all you cared about. His squished face scrunched even more with his cries. You were in love for the second time in your life. You never thought your love could get bigger, you imagined becoming a mother would split your love into two, half for your husband, half for the new addition to the family. But you were so wrong!
- Our little son. - the voice of your husband pulled you out of the state of mind you were in. He pulled you out to be with him. Him and your son so you could enjoy these moments with those who matter. Who you live for.
- Thank you Jimin...
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A/n: Might make a part 2 if enough people have interest in it, because I'm curious what happens to them now 🫣
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Yes, I'm (again) in a bad situation...
My husband and I will not be able to live normally for 2-3 months... And drawing is the only way to help financially 😔 (thanks to my mental illness)
More details below:
Here's the price (approximately):
The price will be less or more expensive depending on what you want! (More characters, background, details, etc)
(I can draw nsfw also, just saying)
Thank you a lot in advance for your help! 🥺🥺🥺
#help me#frev community#commission open#commission help#financial problems#why meeeee#my art#frev art#art tag#procreate#taleonne
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I've been telling myself I'm okay but actually I'm not, I think. I notice it by the way I struggle to talk. When it was my turn to speak during group therapy today, I just said, "I don't have anything to say today." And the therapist asked me if that was good or bad. I told him bad, and he said that when I go to ergotherapy on Monday and I still feel that way, I should have a talk with him or someone else. But I'm at a point where I feel like talking about my problems is no use because there's no solution to this one thing. And inside I'm so sad that I haven't been able to eat. I've been cancelling plans, and when I'm with friends I'm too exhausted to be my usual self. I just want to go home. I've been avoiding my roommates. I've been going to sleep at 9pm just because I don't know what to do with myself.
I don't think I'm okay.
#personal posts#some parts of me manage to be our usual self and laugh and be social but I don't#I'm just exhausted and sad and feel lost#if I had spoken at group therapy I would have said that I feel lost#and feeling lost is what had me ended up in the psych ward so yeah#so many worries#financial problems#and no perspective for my future#I can live in my living group for 2 years maximum and I don't know where to after those 2 years#another living group? i don't want this#but living on my own would end badly too#at least the way it is now
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Hey there! I had an unexpected bill go through and I have very little money until my next pay day. I’ve got two littles to take care of too. If you could share some funds I’d greatly appreciate the financial help! Sharing this post would mean the world to me. 💛
https://venmo.com/u/floralvagabond
https://www.paypal.me/floralvagabond
#finances#money help#paypal#venmo#venmo me#please donate#i would love you forever#signal boost#please boost#financial problems
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Enabling tips & potentially starting a Ko-Fi Account
Hello everyone, I hope everyone's doing okay!
I've been considering posting this for a while, but I've been uncertain because I feel as if I'm not known enough to get the little bit of support I need.
My taxes came in and it put me in a tight spot, since I plan on starting school this year. The job I work isn't able to pay for everything when I use it to pay bills and to just, live. I've been wanting to go to the doctor for a while now and begin therapy.
In short, I need more money. You are in no way obligated to tip me, but in doing so would help me so much. I've been considering opening up a Ko-Fi account and adjust my posting to help me gain more income.
Thank you for reading this and supporting me! From the bottom of my heart I'm greatful for every reader I have and to anyone that may support me in the future.
#𝐥𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬⭐️˚ˑ༄#𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭💢⋯✦#divider by fairytopea#ko fi support#money#financial problems#ko fi#reader insert#idk how to tag this#financial aid#in need of help#x gender neutral reader#x gn reader
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i just got three kittens,,, what the fuck was i thinking about
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Our money is still on new toppo guy’s hands tho. And he know Doulin better I suppose ,so he can buy food and other small stuff, because now it his problem tooo.
And we will live in his house/store anyway
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❤️🤞🏻 disabled simmer in need of financial support 🤞🏻❤️
it’s that awful, humiliating time of the month again where i have to reach out to the community here on simblr and ask for their support to help fund medical procedures that will ease my pain for the month of september.
i’m hoping to raise £200, which will get me 2x massage sessions and 2x chiropractic sessions, each spaced about 2 weeks apart.
the level of pain i am affects me every day. i am often bed-bound for days at a time due to the pain being so severe. these therapies help calm my muscles and joints from being so tensed due to my fibromyalgia.
literally any small amount does help. and shares are so so helpful too if you can’t donate
thank you so much. remember i am more than happy to do sim, pet and build requests to anyone donating. just send me a dm and a screenshot of your donation!
✨donate here✨
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Money problems
Hello,
I’m sad to inform that I won’t be able to buy materials for new plushies and decorations to make, because I have serious financial problems.
My meds price got higher and I struggle to pay for the bills.
I take deppression and anxiety meds and also meds for mantaining my immune system and blood parameters in good condition - without it I will end up in hospital.
I suffer from deppression, anxiety, trombocytopenia and lack of immune system defense.
I really hate to ask for financial help, I would rather sell my goods, but lately my works don’t sell, and I am in a real financial problem now.
If anyone can help me with any possible amount of money, here is my paypal:
https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/saffella?locale.x=pl_PL
If anyone wants to buy my art, my plushies or decorations you can chec it out here or on my instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/tworyimroki/
If you can, please reblog.
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Hi, if anyone could share this. My brother and I are facing being homeless and losing most of our belongings.
https://gofund.me/6a90cccc
paypal: [email protected]
cashapp: $carebearfluff
My Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/shop/MidnightRequiem
I can also do edits in photoshop, manips, gif edits, banners, etc.
#gofundme#help#need help#homeless#eviction#financial problems#please share#grief#loss#chronic illness#mental illness#disability#lgbtqplus#autism#adhd#non binary#facing eviction#depression#anxiety#signal boost
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I’m literally so annoyed that it costs money to make money. Like I literally have $20 in my bank account but it costs $35 to register with the dog walker/pet sitter service. It would increase my car insurance over $100/year to become an instacart/door dash/Lyft driver. My grad school stipend contract prevents me from being able to have another job that’s not a side hustle all while my rent went up and grocery prices went up and I can’t afford to move but I can’t really afford to stay either. So now it’s literally sell my plasma or consider selling foot picks but (and no shame to SWers) but I’m not sure I’m comfortable with something that’s basically SW and the potential professional consequences of being doxxed. How does one get a sugar daddy?
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💙Heya, just a check in!💙
Sorry for the long silence, but a lot has happened these past 5 days. To start, as many of you may already know, I tested positive for both COVID and Strep last Thursday. I had to spend money on a hotel stay, since I’m in a bad place with my family at the moment. Not to mention, I unintentionally spread The Big Sick to one of my relatives, when symptoms were mild and I thought it was just allergies. And my apology text didn’t do any favors, so now she’s pretty mad at me. And to add to that, my finances are now lower than I planned on, due to hotel and college expenses. So yeah, on top of sickness, I’m not feeling too hot!
On the bright side, however, I’m on the road to ending my 5-day quarantine tomorrow. I just need to check with a doctor about my breathing. It may just be nervousness from all this, but I want to be absolutely sure (which will be more money out of my funds, but it is what it is, I guess). Hopefully all checks out as fine and, by next month, I can mend broken bridges with my family member and get back to normality.
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Honestly, I can’t even blame my partner for feeling suicidal. Our financial situation is bad. If he can’t get hired then we have no other option outside of suicide. 🤷🏼♀️
I have -160 in the bank. Negative... I’m not paid as a teacher thanksgiving week or winter break. We need gas money, cat food and litter, our human food (though that is my last priority honestly - I can skip), and expensive rent to be paid on one fucking salary. Rent is 2000 for us and 700 for our roommate (who makes wayyyy more than us btw). We are thousands in debt from living on credit cards and those are maxed out too.
I’m tired. Frankly I’ll live long enough to see family on thanksgiving, but after that who knows what happens?
#Personal#Suicide#Suicidal#Financial problems#queencolondarkwing#Rental payments#Can’t afford rent#Teacher salary#Pay teachers during breaks
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