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I demand a 14 16 and 20 with WinWin and Mingli🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Mingli = 7 / Yongliang = 9 / Bingwen = 10

“I’m here! I’m ready!” Mingli exclaimed, running in the living room, his face dropping as he looked in the window, “did you decorate the tree without me?! I can’t believe this!”

“Mingli,” Winwin pouted, following his moping son out the room, “Mingli!”

Mingli stopped, wiping away his tears away as he turned to face his dad, “what?”

“Here, come with me,” Sicheng spoke, taking his youngest son’s hand and leading him back to the tree, “we still have decorations left for you to hang on the tree, bud.”

“Your favourite ones as well!” Bingwen smiled.

“And,” Sicheng said, crouching down to his son’s height, “do you want to be the one to out the star on the very top of the tree?”

A small smile faught it’s way across Mingli’s face as he nodded.

“Yeah! Merry Christmas motherfuckers!” Yongliang cheered.

Your face dropped all the way from the kitchen, as did Sicheng’s as you both tried to hold back your laughs.

“Dong Yongliang!” you scolded, “what is that language?!”

Sicheng chuckled, watching as Yongliang walked softly to the kitchen, already sensing he was going to be told off.

“What does motherfuckers mean?” Mingli asked.

Sicheng’s eyes widened, laughing nervously, “ah, nothing, nothing, nothing! Just don’t say it again, okay?”

WINWIN’S FAMILY

a/n: i’m so sorry! i have no idea what happened to this post, but it should be fixed now!

here’s a masterlist to my nct as dad’s series!

this gif makes me loselose

DONG SICHENG:

he has one kid: one daughter named dong mei. she’s born in the same year as yuta’s second daughter, nakamoto yui.

getting mei ready for bed | d.sc

➸ note; nobody asked me to write this lol i just felt like it so here u go <3

➸ word count; 368

➸ mei; aged 4

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‘Dad- ow,’ Mei hisses as Sicheng pulls the brush through her tangled hair.

‘I’m sorry Mei,’ Sicheng grimaces through gritted teeth, ‘but you’ve got a big tat.’

The two of them are sat in front of Mei’s vanity mirror. Mei has just had a bath with her dad’s help, and now she was wrapped in blankets and pyjamas while Sicheng brushed her wet hair with a pink glittery tangle teezer.

Mei yawns, her long day of pre-school play seemingly catching up with her.

‘You want to go to bed after this? It’s early but you seem tired,’ Sicheng hums, still continuing to work at the tats and knots in his little girl’s hair.

‘Please can we watch cartoons?’ She asks hopefully.

‘Okay, fine.’

Mei is Sicheng’s youngest, as well as the only daughter so he’s like putty in her hands. One please and he’ll do anything she asks him to.

Eventually Mei’s hair is brushed to both of their satisfaction, and Sicheng is bundling Mei up in a sort of burrito form to carry her into her bed. Sicheng has always adored her bedroom, you had both done a really good job of it. The walls were like a pale blue-purple colour, with wispy white clouds painted with stars of various colours. There were also hanging paper mâché planets hanging from the ceiling, which your older boys sometimes treated like piñatas, much to your dismay.

Mei snuggles into her bed almost immediately, eyes already dropping closed.

‘What do you want to watch darling?’

‘P-powerpuff,’ she whispers, too tired to finish the full sentence.

‘Good choice.’

And so Sicheng puts on a random episode, laying down next to Mei who demands to be cuddled to sleep.

An hour later, you begin to wonder why it’s so quiet, where Sicheng and Mei had gone. Surely bath-time was over?

Your heart thumped when you saw the two of them so peacefully cuddled up and asleep beside each other, a random toy advert playing on the TV. You press a quick kiss to each of their foreheads, before slowly backing out of the room and gently clicking the door shut. Sicheng would make his appearance and cuddle you to sleep soon enough.

18 + 46, winwin with yongliang and bingwen 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

18: “Maybe you should try reading a book to him?” & 46: “I love it when he falls asleep on me.”

“This one isn’t calming down,” you sighed, rubbing your 7-month-pregnant, swollen stomach.

Sicheng sighed, sitting at the end of the bed, one hand on Bingwen’s back, the 1-year-old asleep on his shoulder, the other hand resting against your stomach.

“Luckily this one is,” he chuckled, nodding to Bingwen, “I love it when he falls asleep on me. A moment of calm.”

“That is soon to be destroyed when he’s laid in his bed,” you said, both of you laughing sleepily.

You dragged a hand across your stomach, trying desperately to sooth your youngest son.

“Let’s go to Bing’s room,” you sighed, hauling yourself out of bed, “I have an idea.”

“Just rest,” Sicheng pleaded.

You rolled your eyes, running a hand through your husband’s hair, “I have an idea, okay?”

Sicheng nodded reluctantly, following after you as you entered your son’s room.

“Lay him down, it’s okay,” you sighed, sitting at the end of Bingwen’s bed, the 1-year-old immediately crying out as his dad took him off his shoulder.

“Bing,” Sicheng sighed, holding his son’s hand as he crouched by the side of his bed.

“It’s okay, Mummy and Daddy are here,” you cooed, stroking your son’s face, his eyes now wide open as he looked at the two of you.

“What’s this idea of yours, then?” Sicheng asked with a sigh, not taking his eyes of Bingwen’s pouting face.

“Maybe you should try reading a book to him?” you said, “they both love the sound of your voice, and if you say it in the book-reading voice, hopefully they’ll become sleepy?”

Sicheng laid his hand on your stomach, immediately feeling the kicks and movement underneath the surface, his eyes flitting over to his eldest son, about to burst into tears.

“You think it’ll work?” he asked.

You shrugged, rubbing your tummy, “it’s worth a shot.”

Sicheng nodding, heading over to the bookcase before coming back over, “how about we read a book, Bing?”

Bingwen looked at his dad and nodded, not letting go of your hand.

“You have to close your eyes, though, okay? Mummy and Daddy are right here.”

20 sicheng with bingwen ? I hope we can expect content on his and wayv’s kids !

lots of wavy on my wip rn!!

20: "The top of the baby’s head is about… here. And a foot is right here.”

“Baby, I’m home,” Sicheng called, his voice ringing through the mostly quiet house.

“In the living room,” you called back.

You watched as your husband trudged into the living room, his entire persona exuding the fact that he was tired.

“Rough day?” you asked.

Sicheng sighed, “you have no idea.”

You grimaced, watching as he slumped on the sofa, placing his head gently on your five-month-pregnant stomach.

“Here, you wanna see the sonogram we got today?” you smiled, reaching over to the coffee table and getting the envelope which held the sonogram from today in it.

Sicheng smiled, just remembering the fact that he was married to you and that you were carrying his child was enough to get him through his tiring day. And now being home, in your arms, hearing you refer to you and his child as ‘we’, his heart felt complete, he felt revived.

You held the photo in front of him, seeing a smile spread across his face.

“Hm, where is he?” he laughed.

Your laughter joined his, “look, the top of the baby’s head is about… here.”

Sicheng laughed at your indecisive finger skimming across the picture.

“And a foot is right here,” you laughed, “see! Look at his tiny foot! And five toes.”

Sicheng smiled, “thank you, Y/N.”

You tutted, “what do you mean, it takes two to—”

“No, just thank you for making my day,” Sicheng said, “I love you.”

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Little One | DSC ~ Bingwen

genre: fluff

phrase(s): 9; “I’m pregnant” & 43; “Daddy’s little baby! Yes you are!”

age: Bingwen = fetus

warnings: pregnant!reader

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“Y/N! I’m home!” Winwin called.

“In the living room!” you called back.

You quickly put your drink down, slipping the pregnancy test and doctor’s confirmation note into your pocket just in time to turn around and see your husband.

“Angel!” you smiled, as he walked towards you, leaning down and hugging you, “is no one joining us tonight?”

Winwin shook his head, “I actually left early, I had a weird sense that something wasn’t right.”

“Well I’m fine,” you chuckled, “your dinner’s in the kitchen.”

“Thank you baby!” Winwin smiled, kissing your head and leaving the room to get his food, “hey, guess what happened today!”

“What?”

“Kun brought Xiaolian in!” Winwin exclaimed, “ah, Y/N, she’s so adorable! You should’ve seen her, she was wearing one of Kun’s t-shirts– cause she spilt juice down hers– but it was down to her calves! And oh my god it was adorable.”

You chuckled, “she’s really cute, huh?”

Winwin nodded, coming back in and placing the plate on the coffee table, sitting cross legged between the sofa and the table to eat, “I, 100%, want a daughter.”

You nodded, sighing, “well, maybe we can try again after this one.”

Winwin stopped, turning round, looking at you with confusion.

“What?” he asked, “h-hold on– what?!”

You grinned, “I’m pregnant.”

“What?!” he shrieked, jumping up, “are you serious?! You’re pregnant?! Really?! Seriously?!”

You nodded, standing up and taking your husband’s hands, “really, seriously, I’m pregnant.”

“B-But– what?! How far along? How long have you known?!”

“I’m four months along and I’ve known, for definite, since yesterday,” you said, “turns out I have really light morning sickness so I haven’t noticed.”

“What?!” Winwin exclaimed, “Y/N, this– so– do you know if it’s a...”

“It’s a boy,” you nodded.

“Ah! That’s still so exciting!” Winwin exclaimed, lifting up your t-shirt to reveal your slightly rounded stomach, “c-can I...?”

You nodded, watching as he got on his knees and pressed a kiss to your stomach.

“Hey baby,” he smiled, “god that doesn’t sound real. B-But it’s me, your dad. And you’re daddy’s little baby! Yes you are! Oh I’m so excited, little one! I can’t wait to meet you!”

You chuckled, playing with your husband’s dark brown hair as he excitedly ranted at your stomach.

“I hope you’re good for your Mummy because I know she’s going to work so hard to make sure you’re healthy, little one!” he exclaimed, “and just... thank you for coming to us, little one. Thank you.”

You smiled, cupping Winwin’s face as he stood back up and kissed you, “I take it that you’re happy then?”

“This is the happiest day of my life, Y/N,” Winwin breathed, “oh god, I’ve got to tell everyone! Where’s my phone?! Oh, my mum! I need to tell my mum!”