[prompt 052] tonight will be the night
prompt: movie.
pairing: het!yixing/yifan.
rating: pg-13.
word count: 1564 words.
part of a mini series. read this first.
being pregnant wasn’t everything that it was cracked up to be, yixing had decided. she had seen so many pregnant women on tv and in movies and they looked wonderful. glowing skin-radiant even-and great looking boobs, and flapping about that carrying a baby was a blessing, and that they shared this special connection and that they never wanted to give birth just so they could keep the little mite inside them for a bit longer.
absolute fucking bullshit.
she felt gross. she looked gross. her hair was always greasy and her face broke out in a new batch of spots every day and her boobs hurt so fucking much that she just wanted to chop the damn things off. not to mention, her hormones were brewing up a massive shitstorm and every time yifan even breathed funny she would explode and chase him out of the apartment yelping with his tail between his legs like a scolded puppy. between that and having to pee every 10 minutes-not to mention all of the sleepless nights that she’d had because the baby was playing dance dance revolution inside of her-she just wanted the little bastard out of her so she could finally relax and get some hard-earned rest.
but yifan was great. he was awesome. he’d wait on her hand and foot and made sure that she never over-exerted herself. and she was an asshole to him most of the time, but being fair, it wasn’t really her fault. she just wanted to scream and break everything within a hundred mile radius of her and it just so happened to be that yifan was unfortunately right in the line of fire. the fact that he hadn’t walked out on her screaming domestic abuse was amazing, and she’d have to give it to him, he was doing well. she knew that she was unreasonable sometimes, but she always apologised (albeit very stubbornly) and he always forgave her. they were a cool couple like that.
that particular night, found yixing sprawled out across the couch in the living room, tv remote in hand and flicking through the channels trying to settle on something that would cure her boredom. she was seven months gone, and once she’d hit six, yifan had all but forced her to stop going to her classes, because he was worried that something would happen to her. so he had basically placed her under house arrest and wouldn’t let her do anything by herself. yixing hated going to class, but at that moment in time, she would do anything to hear the drone of her psychology professor’s voice yakking on and on about maslow’s hierarchy of needs for the 75th time instead of just sitting there gaining weight and being gross.
yifan would say, “you’re growing a baby inside of you, you need to rest!” and she would want to punch him because what did he know? he didn’t know how it felt to have a miniature human being pulverising your insides and pressing down on your bladder so hard that it felt like you were going to wet yourself at any given moment. it would help her to get out and about so she could take her mind off of the fact that she was due in two months and she was absolutely fucking petrified. she’d heard so many horror stories about tearing and gallons of blood being lost and if she was honest, she’d agree with those women and rather have the baby stay inside her for a while longer, even if it meant more restless nights and very frequent trips to the bathroom.
if one good thing had come out of this, it was that her and yifan had grown so much closer. he would take her out on dates and buy her little gifts and tried to keep her as happy as possible. when her ankles swelled up and her feet ached, he would lay her out on the bed and give her the best damn massage that she had ever had in her life. when she craved the most ridiculous food combinations at bum-fuck o’clock in the morning, he would haul himself up out of bed and search the streets and shops for whatever she wanted and would come back home, freezing and exhausted only to find her fast asleep, snoring her head off and drooling like a bloodhound. he would just shake his head and put the food in the fridge and snuggle back up to her in bed, tucking her head under his chin and running his fingertips across her swollen belly, little excited tingles shooting up his spine because holy shit he was going to be a father soon and although he felt like shitting bricks every time he thought about it, he was so excited to welcome their child into the world and spoil them rotten.
and they still hadn’t said those three little words to each other yet, but they were getting there.
yixing heard the key rattle in the front door for a moment before it opened and yifan stepped through, shrugging off his coat and hanging it up before walking through to the living room and sitting down next to his girlfriend, propping her feet up onto his legs and rubbing them soothingly. they had swollen up like balloons recently and he felt so sorry for her, just wanting to make everything better.
“hey, daddy,” she teased, grinning at him happily.
“hey, mama. how are you feeling?” he asked, smiling and reaching over to thread his fingers through her long hair.
“eh, the same, really. all i want to eat is shrimp stir fry absolutely smothered in hot chilli sauce but we don’t have the ingredients.” she pouted, hitting a cushion weakly and glaring at it.
“i’m sorry. do you want me to go out and get you some?”
“nooo,” she whined, making grabby hands at him until he reached over and pulled her up to his chest. “stay with me. let’s watch a movie.” she grabbed the remote and turned to one of the many movie channels that they had in their cable package, squealing excitably when she landed on one of her favourite ones, snuggling back into his chest and gluing her eyes to the screen.
yifan just laughed and kissed the top of her head, linking their fingers together and turning his attention to the tv.
later on, after suppressing the urge to pee for the majority of the movie and not wanting to disturb yixing when she looked so comfortable, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. he looked down at her only to find her out cold, snoring softly and clutching onto his cardigan with her tiny hands. his heart lurched in his chest and he smiled warmly, stroking her hair and gazing at her fondly, wanting nothing more than to just press his lips against hers and worship her body like she deserved. but she looked really adorable, and he really didn’t want to disturb her when she looked like that.
it was then, he thought, that he might just be a little in love with yixing. he really loved everything about her; her smile (god damn that dimple was adorable), her body, her sense of humour, her personality, and everything else about her, really. he loved that she was completely herself around him, not holding back who she was like some girls did around boys. and she was gorgeous, and yifan just wanted to kiss her forever because she was his and was carrying his child and just the thought of that was enough to make him grin to himself like an idiot. even when she was bloated and spotty and hormonal as hell, she was still beautiful and made him want to parade her around and shout at the top of his lungs, “she’s mine! she’s mine!”.
he sighed and gently removed her from his body, tip-toeing out of the room and into the bathroom to do his business. when he came back a few minutes later, he found her curled up on the couch hugging one of the cushions to her chest, her protruding belly peeking out from underneath her (his) oversized sweater, making his heart jump and his stomach do backflips. he kneeled down beside her and brushed her hair away from her face, chuckling when she scrunched her nose up and huffed, fluttering her eyes open and smiling gently when she saw him.
“hey, how long was i out for?” she asked sleepily.
“well, you missed most of the movie. but we can always watch it again.” yifan laughed, leaning forward to capture her lips sweetly.
“mmm, you fancy making me some tea? seeing how i’m heavily pregnant with your child and all.” she teased, pouting playfully.
“only because you asked so nicely,” he smiled, a lilt in his voice.
“oh! and bring me some of those panda crackers in!” she shouted as he strolled into the kitchen, making him roll his eyes and mutter that she was lazy to himself.
but he would, because he liked her, maybe even loved her, and would do anything really just to see her smile, even if it was just a cup of her favourite strawberry flavoured tea and some animal biscuits that done the trick.
two more months. he couldn’t wait.
~ next
pairing: het!yixing/yifan.
rating: pg-13.
word count: 1564 words.
part of a mini series. read this first.
being pregnant wasn’t everything that it was cracked up to be, yixing had decided. she had seen so many pregnant women on tv and in movies and they looked wonderful. glowing skin-radiant even-and great looking boobs, and flapping about that carrying a baby was a blessing, and that they shared this special connection and that they never wanted to give birth just so they could keep the little mite inside them for a bit longer.
absolute fucking bullshit.
she felt gross. she looked gross. her hair was always greasy and her face broke out in a new batch of spots every day and her boobs hurt so fucking much that she just wanted to chop the damn things off. not to mention, her hormones were brewing up a massive shitstorm and every time yifan even breathed funny she would explode and chase him out of the apartment yelping with his tail between his legs like a scolded puppy. between that and having to pee every 10 minutes-not to mention all of the sleepless nights that she’d had because the baby was playing dance dance revolution inside of her-she just wanted the little bastard out of her so she could finally relax and get some hard-earned rest.
but yifan was great. he was awesome. he’d wait on her hand and foot and made sure that she never over-exerted herself. and she was an asshole to him most of the time, but being fair, it wasn’t really her fault. she just wanted to scream and break everything within a hundred mile radius of her and it just so happened to be that yifan was unfortunately right in the line of fire. the fact that he hadn’t walked out on her screaming domestic abuse was amazing, and she’d have to give it to him, he was doing well. she knew that she was unreasonable sometimes, but she always apologised (albeit very stubbornly) and he always forgave her. they were a cool couple like that.
that particular night, found yixing sprawled out across the couch in the living room, tv remote in hand and flicking through the channels trying to settle on something that would cure her boredom. she was seven months gone, and once she’d hit six, yifan had all but forced her to stop going to her classes, because he was worried that something would happen to her. so he had basically placed her under house arrest and wouldn’t let her do anything by herself. yixing hated going to class, but at that moment in time, she would do anything to hear the drone of her psychology professor’s voice yakking on and on about maslow’s hierarchy of needs for the 75th time instead of just sitting there gaining weight and being gross.
yifan would say, “you’re growing a baby inside of you, you need to rest!” and she would want to punch him because what did he know? he didn’t know how it felt to have a miniature human being pulverising your insides and pressing down on your bladder so hard that it felt like you were going to wet yourself at any given moment. it would help her to get out and about so she could take her mind off of the fact that she was due in two months and she was absolutely fucking petrified. she’d heard so many horror stories about tearing and gallons of blood being lost and if she was honest, she’d agree with those women and rather have the baby stay inside her for a while longer, even if it meant more restless nights and very frequent trips to the bathroom.
if one good thing had come out of this, it was that her and yifan had grown so much closer. he would take her out on dates and buy her little gifts and tried to keep her as happy as possible. when her ankles swelled up and her feet ached, he would lay her out on the bed and give her the best damn massage that she had ever had in her life. when she craved the most ridiculous food combinations at bum-fuck o’clock in the morning, he would haul himself up out of bed and search the streets and shops for whatever she wanted and would come back home, freezing and exhausted only to find her fast asleep, snoring her head off and drooling like a bloodhound. he would just shake his head and put the food in the fridge and snuggle back up to her in bed, tucking her head under his chin and running his fingertips across her swollen belly, little excited tingles shooting up his spine because holy shit he was going to be a father soon and although he felt like shitting bricks every time he thought about it, he was so excited to welcome their child into the world and spoil them rotten.
and they still hadn’t said those three little words to each other yet, but they were getting there.
yixing heard the key rattle in the front door for a moment before it opened and yifan stepped through, shrugging off his coat and hanging it up before walking through to the living room and sitting down next to his girlfriend, propping her feet up onto his legs and rubbing them soothingly. they had swollen up like balloons recently and he felt so sorry for her, just wanting to make everything better.
“hey, daddy,” she teased, grinning at him happily.
“hey, mama. how are you feeling?” he asked, smiling and reaching over to thread his fingers through her long hair.
“eh, the same, really. all i want to eat is shrimp stir fry absolutely smothered in hot chilli sauce but we don’t have the ingredients.” she pouted, hitting a cushion weakly and glaring at it.
“i’m sorry. do you want me to go out and get you some?”
“nooo,” she whined, making grabby hands at him until he reached over and pulled her up to his chest. “stay with me. let’s watch a movie.” she grabbed the remote and turned to one of the many movie channels that they had in their cable package, squealing excitably when she landed on one of her favourite ones, snuggling back into his chest and gluing her eyes to the screen.
yifan just laughed and kissed the top of her head, linking their fingers together and turning his attention to the tv.
later on, after suppressing the urge to pee for the majority of the movie and not wanting to disturb yixing when she looked so comfortable, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. he looked down at her only to find her out cold, snoring softly and clutching onto his cardigan with her tiny hands. his heart lurched in his chest and he smiled warmly, stroking her hair and gazing at her fondly, wanting nothing more than to just press his lips against hers and worship her body like she deserved. but she looked really adorable, and he really didn’t want to disturb her when she looked like that.
it was then, he thought, that he might just be a little in love with yixing. he really loved everything about her; her smile (god damn that dimple was adorable), her body, her sense of humour, her personality, and everything else about her, really. he loved that she was completely herself around him, not holding back who she was like some girls did around boys. and she was gorgeous, and yifan just wanted to kiss her forever because she was his and was carrying his child and just the thought of that was enough to make him grin to himself like an idiot. even when she was bloated and spotty and hormonal as hell, she was still beautiful and made him want to parade her around and shout at the top of his lungs, “she’s mine! she’s mine!”.
he sighed and gently removed her from his body, tip-toeing out of the room and into the bathroom to do his business. when he came back a few minutes later, he found her curled up on the couch hugging one of the cushions to her chest, her protruding belly peeking out from underneath her (his) oversized sweater, making his heart jump and his stomach do backflips. he kneeled down beside her and brushed her hair away from her face, chuckling when she scrunched her nose up and huffed, fluttering her eyes open and smiling gently when she saw him.
“hey, how long was i out for?” she asked sleepily.
“well, you missed most of the movie. but we can always watch it again.” yifan laughed, leaning forward to capture her lips sweetly.
“mmm, you fancy making me some tea? seeing how i’m heavily pregnant with your child and all.” she teased, pouting playfully.
“only because you asked so nicely,” he smiled, a lilt in his voice.
“oh! and bring me some of those panda crackers in!” she shouted as he strolled into the kitchen, making him roll his eyes and mutter that she was lazy to himself.
but he would, because he liked her, maybe even loved her, and would do anything really just to see her smile, even if it was just a cup of her favourite strawberry flavoured tea and some animal biscuits that done the trick.
two more months. he couldn’t wait.
~ next