Meet Rosemary!!!! Simon, and Baz's daughter, who I just made up.
I decided that she'd take quite a lot of characteristics from Simon: like her curly hair, moles and freckles, and nose; but obviously she has a lot of Baz's traits like her hair and skin tone. Also, yes, Baz is greying in this Parent! AU I made up, mostly because his dad went grey really early, but also just because I can. I also firmly believe he would coordinate outfits with his daughter at every chance. Rosemary's name itself was a combination of Rose, like the "rosebud boy" pet name Lucy uses for Simon, and a joke about herbs... because of Basil. Rosemary and Basil? Get it?
┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis
a family is a little scary when your partner has over millions of fans.
┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags
fluff / idol!joshua / established relationship / a little worried josh for some time / no suggestive scenes / birth? sort of.
┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing
joshua x afab!reader
┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c
2.3k words
┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note
i am so whipped for this man<3 there’ll most likely be a follow-up fanfic for this~
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You’d been blessed with the existence of your boyfriend for five consecutive years now. You had both drabbled in numerous things since the relationship had started on the fateful day, from adventurous travelling whenever his schedule permitted it and even pottery classes - you had begged him for that one but nonetheless you’d both participated in it.
Moments like this where you were both doing your own thing meant the world to both you and Joshua. You had adjusted well to the life of an idol’s partner over the years and Joshua was proud to admit it to the press whenever they asked about you, which was frequently - mind you. They were incredibly nosey to know if Seventeen’s gentleman was upholding his relationship he’d acquired not long after he debuted.
As you laid your legs over his, thumbing through your phone as he watched TV, you were reminded how much you loved your boyfriend. The way he’d furrow his brows a little, his eyes trained on the TV screen. He was always full of expressions and not only yourself but his group told him that all the time.
You were just casually scrolling through instagram, admiring some of the model-worthy pictures your friends would upload and occasionally pause to read an ad. Your eyes landed on an advert for onesies for babies, one of them being a rabbit. Softly, a noise came from your throat and Joshua’s eyes moved to you with a risen brow before he saw the look on your face. He’d seen it multiple times before, especially if there was a puppy.
“What have you seen?” He mused quietly, turning the volume of the TV down as he gave you his full attention. A hum vibrated from you as you debated the idea of showing your boyfriend, who had voiced once before the anxiety he had over the family concept now that he was an idol.
“Just some instagram advert.” You mumbled, screenshotting it before continuing to scroll. It was best not to waste breaths on situations that had a slim chance of happening right now. You would be brooding for a while longer the more newborn photos came up on your instagram feed, your friends all becoming mothers with their partners.
“We’re not pulling that, Darling, c’mon,” Joshua sighed, one of his hands reaching to cup your cheek. Your lower lip jutted out like a kid, “what was it, hm?”
With a slight increase in the rate of your heartbeat, you scrolled back up to the advert and turned your phone to show Joshua, hiding your face as you prepared once more for the conversation that would shatter your heart a little every time. You didn’t want to see how disappointed he presumably was that you’d fell head over heels for something once more related to babies.
“The bunny one is adorable,” your boyfriend chuckled lightly, his thumb stroking your cheek as he sighed somewhat, “you know I’m just really wary for your safety as my partner, right?”
“I know.” You whispered back, exhaling a little as you turned your phone back to you, continuing to scroll as if you hadn’t seen that advert. You knew it was going to stick with you though. It was the effect of brooding, the unforgettable moments in which adorable baby items would catch your eye and play on your mind for weeks as you debate buying it in preparation for the day that Joshua agrees to a family.
It was quiet as Joshua shuffled slightly, pulling you to sit on his lap as he wrapped his arms around you and let you lean your head to his shoulder. You didn’t feel any urge to cry originally but as you listened to the rhythm of your boyfriend’s heart while he gently kissed your head, your eyes began to sting a little.
“A family means a lot to you, doesn’t it?” Joshua hummed, tapping his fingers on your side to the tune of the theme song playing. You nodded slowly, “you know it does to me too, hm?”
Yet again, you were compelled to nod at your boyfriend’s words. Of course family meant a lot to him, all of his family was back in Los Angeles - across the world. The only person he had in South Korea was little old you and perhaps that’s why he was so hellbent on protecting you like he was. He’d voiced many a times his concerns with you falling pregnant despite how much he’d love it. You had to recognise that your boyfriend and his group had millions of fans who may or may not be happy with the announcement that his partner is carrying his child - especially when she hasn’t appeared to the public eye at all in the past five years since Joshua announced the actual relationship.
Another kiss was pressed to your head, this time not pulling away straight away as he lingered there. You could hear him sigh gently as he pulled away, rubbing your back.
“C’mon, let’s go to bed.” His voice was low and quiet as his hands moved your legs around his waist, refusing to let you walk to the bedroom yourself. You didn’t ignore the soft voice crack in his words when he last spoke, the man barely holding himself together as you buried your face into his neck, closing your eyes.
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You sat with your back pressed against the wall as you watched Seventeen go over their new dance in broken parts, heavily focused in the midst of their jobs as you tilted your head back. Waves of nausea kept washing over you, causing you to occasionally swallow what you suspected to be the acidic feeling of bile. As much as you were trying to convince yourself it was just a stomach bug, your period was late and out of panic you hadn’t even told Joshua.
He must have known something was up, as usually he tracked your period with you so he knew when to treat you to your cravings, warm blankets, candles that smell like fresh cotton and his gentle guitar playing. Five years of dealing with your periods and awful attitude during it and he figured he’d almost mastered how to be a man during the difficult times for you. Quietly, a female staff member approached your huddled form. Your face had flushed from colour, your brows were furrowed from the uncomfortable feelings you were experiencing.
“Are you okay?” She whispered and you opened your eyes to the blinding lights of the dance studio, wincing momentarily before shaking your head.
“Can you come with me to the convenience store?” You asked politely, your voice gentle and raspy as she nodded, “don’t tell the guys.”
She held your hand as she lifted you to your feet, the two of you disappearing from the stuffy dance studio. Your head was spinning quickly at the hit of fresh air once you had escaped the Pledis building. The staff member didn’t let go of your clammy hand, leading the way as you debated whether it would have been smart to go to the toilet before this. Once inside, the staff member stopped to let you lead her to where you needed to be.
Awkwardly you placed one foot in front of the other, searching the medicine aisle for a pregnancy test. As you reached for it, the staff member squeezed your hand. Her eyes were wild, trailing to the pregnancy test in your hand. You smiled weakly, watching the small celebration the staff member you didn’t even know the name of did at the idea of you being pregnant. You held your breath, not wanting to even feel an ounce of happiness until you’d spoken to Joshua after the test.
The staff member managed to get you into the staff toilets, a lot quieter and away from the trainees and idols that bustled around the building. She stood in front of your stall door, humming a soft tune to help your nerves. Repetitively, your foot tapped up and down as you awaited the results of the test in a dim toilet stall in the Pledis building, being supported by a staff member.
“Is everything alright?” She called out when you choked out a sob, your shaking hand clasping the test as you covered your mouth with the other. You could hear her coat rustle on the other side of the door, “y/n?”
“It’s positive...” Your words barely came out as words, instead croaks between all of the tears as the staff member gasped, pacing a little.
“Do you want to go tell Joshua? I can bring him here if it helps - or I can ask the staff to step out of the studio-” the supportive staff member rambled, her words rushed as you let out a choked laugh at her excitement.
In the end, once you had emerged from the stall, the two of you agreed you would tell Joshua with a lack of staff presence. You didn’t mind if his group was there, perhaps you would be able to get away with it without them even noticing. You hid the test in your jacket pocket, swallowing the lump in your throat.
Danbi - as you had soon learnt her name - kept her promise and ushered the staff out of the dance studio at your request. The group of males looked around in confusion, mumbling amongst themselves. It didn’t take long for Joshua to find your tear-stained face left by the door, his legs carrying him to you almost instantly.
“Darling? What happened?” His hands flew to your shoulders, his eyes scanning your face as he watched tears fill in your eyes. He began panicking at your lack of response, “are you okay? Y/n?”
Your chapped lips opened to speak but not a noise came out as you sniffled, reaching into your pocket and bringing out the pregnancy test. Joshua’s eyes fell to it immediately. He stared between you and the pregnancy test. You were the light of his life, his biggest supporter and his absolute pure angel. His eyes traced the way your hair had fell around your face, the patterns your tears had made on your rosy cheeks and the way you’d chewed your lips so much they bled. Slowly, a hand moved from your shoulder to take the test from your hand, his gaze falling back to it as he read the results.
The silence in the room become deafening, the eyes of many of his members on the back of his head as the familiar stinging in his eyes began to occur. His arms wrapped around you quickly, pulling you to his chest as he let out a gentle sob into your head, one of his hands threaded through your hair. In a mimicked response, the tears you’d held so bravely in front of your boyfriend fell. Your shaky hands gripped his shirt until your knuckles went white, sobs wracking through both of your bodies as you took in the moment that you discovered you were parents.
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“What do you think you’re doing?” Joshua quipped as he caught you in the nursery floor, folding baby clothes that were gifted at the baby shower you’d just held. There was no doubt that baby Hong had acquired twelve uncles before they were even born, with the nursery floor covered in gifts from all of the members. Wonwoo had opted for cat plushies and an adorable children’s book about stray cats whereas Soonyoung and Chan had chirped in together for a pair of newborn’s first trainers and an interactive dance mat for when they’re older - they were convinced they could make a dancer out of the baby.
Seungcheol and Jeonghan chipped in with a few other members and took a floral approach in light of Joshua’s old love for floral things - especially scents. Minghao and Junhui had brought some Chinese children’s books that they promised to read to the baby. You smiled a little up at your boyfriend, one of his brows raised as he waited for an answer.
“Am I not allowed to tidy away all of these amazing gifts?” You mused as you gestured to the covered floor. Joshua hummed, kneeling behind you as he planted a kiss on your cheek.
“If you wasn’t so close to your due date, perhaps,” he whispered in your ear, letting you lean your head back against him as he rubbed your shoulders, “you know you could just ask me to do it?”
“It takes two to make a baby.” You whined and Joshua chuckled, shaking his head.
“Yeah, and you’re the one growing it. I can put things away, Darling.” To prove his point, he picked up where you had just left off with the folding, singing softly to your bump as you moved out of his way a little but still stayed for his company. He didn’t mind that so much, just as long as you wasn’t overworking yourself.
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The deathly grip you had on Joshua’s hand gently faded away as you rested your head back on the hospital pillows, your face sweaty and hair clinging to your skin as the cries of a newborn baby erupted into the silence that followed your last scream.
“It’s a girl.” A midwife announced, wrapping the newborn as Joshua watched intently with tearful eyes. With a gentle touch, he was handed the swaddled baby girl as you closed your eyes, tired of the blinding white hospital lights that were hurting your retinas. Joshua chuckled softly, carefully leaning closer to you as his spare hand held yours.
“Darling,” he whispered and you hummed a noise of acknowledgement without opening your eyes, “it’s a girl.”
(A/N: for the anon who requested stressed out! OC and new parent! jin . This was a really sweet request and I loved writing it! Hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated.)
Need more diapers. When's the last time someone did the dishes? Running out of clean clothes too...did Jin remember to use the sensitive skin detergent?
You groaned, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair quickly and rushing out of the shower. You couldn't even shower without thinking of the endless list of things you should be doing instead- but your newborn threw up in your hair and it was either shower now or shave your hair off completely.
Showering was the right decision.
People had warned you that parenting was hard, but no one told you that it would make you want to scream out multiple expletives that were now not allowed in your house since you had a baby and babies had sponges for brains apparently and if you said the word fuck out loud, they'd grow up into a psychopath which would also be your fault.
Parenting was really fucking hard though.
You toweled off half of your body and pulled on the nearest pair of clean clothes you could find. You were about to rush out of the bathroom when you caught your reflection in the mirror. Regret flooded your body instantly, your nose scrunching as you took in how rough you looked.
It had been a month since you gave birth but it looked like you had been through a zombie apocalypse, dark under eye circles lining your eyes and your hair was all over the place. You were grateful for your body, having given you a beautiful baby, but you felt bad for yourself. You wished you could turn off the part of you that needed things like sleep or food or clean underwear. This would be so much easier if you were a robot.
It's not like you were alone in this, Seokjin was more than helpful- but he was just as tired as you. You vaguely remember that he had also gotten vomited on but urged you to shower first, guilt washing over your body all over again. You were crying before you really realized it, the stress building up in a surge of hormones and exhaustion.
You pushed it aside and tried to wipe the tears away, walking to the living room to tell Seokjin he could go shower.
Instead, you turned to see him standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a deep frown, watching you try to hide the fact that you were definitely on the verge of loosing your shit.
"Where's the baby?" You asked automatically, ignoring the tears still rolling down your cheeks in hopes he would do the same.
"My mom offered to babysit for the rest of the day, I said yes." He explained, still frowning. "Come here."
"Wait- she shouldn't have to babysit, I can do it-"
"No, you need a break," He insisted, placing his hands flat on your shoulder. He looked down at you with concern and empathy in his eyes, which only made you feel worse because he was just as tired as you, just as stressed out.
"Stop," You snapped, lashing out despite yourself. "I can't just take a break from being a mother- that's not really how it works."
"You're human and she's offering," Jin argued, his tone suddenly sharper. "I said you're taking a break- you're taking a break. We're not fighting about this."
You frowned up at him, angry tears falling from your eyes. You wanted to argue but you were too tired to formulate a good enough rebuttal, instead you let him push you into a chair as he stood behind you with a wide toothed comb, sifting through the rat's nest that was your hair. He ran through your hair slowly, carefully deconstructing every kink and knot and working hair oil into the ends. He blow dried it afterwards, humming the entire time as if you hadn't just thrown a temper tantrum.
"You have to take care of yourself, you're important- to me and our baby." He mumbled when he had finished, braiding your hair patiently.
"I can't be selfish anymore," You argued weakly, "There's more important things than haircare."
"It's not about your hair- it's about feeling like yourself," Jin reminded, "I didn't read all of those books about parenting for no reason, all of them said that this kind of thing happens after the baby comes. It's easy to lose yourself in how stressful parenting is, but you have me to remind you that you're important too- okay? So just take the rest of the day for yourself- sleep for as long as you want, my mom brought food over so you can eat when you're hungry."
"What about you?" You mumbled, looking up at him. He looked tired himself- handsome as ever, but tired. He smiled down at you sweetly, leaning down to kiss you lightly.
"I'll be sleeping right next to you- just gotta shower first," He grinned.
"I'll blow dry your hair after!" You offered, eyes suddenly lighting up.
Jin laughed and nodded, kissing you once more before turning to go shower. You pulled the braid over your shoulder and played with it idly, staring at yourself in the mirror again. Unlike before, you looked a little bit more like yourself- tired, but happy.
You still had a lot on your plate and your to-do list was still running long in the back of your mind, but at the very least you decided to press pause on it for a moment and make a new to-do list: one only with you and Seokjin on it.
A/N: I'm on my friends computer and wanted to write a quick scenario to relieve some stress.
The light from your husband's computer stirred you awake. Slowly, you blinked your eyes open as his frustration got louder. In the midst of his quiet rage he threw his headphones to the side and turned around. (Y/B/N) looked at you and smiled. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry." He said and came over to cuddle and kiss on you. You giggled and replied. "Kinda, just the screen." His hands squished your cheeks and he gave you a kiss on the lips. "More please" You asked with a pout, causing him to chuckle and comply with your request. As the kiss escalated to a make-out, a high pitched cry sounded through the baby monitor. (Y/B/N) pat your chest and assured you that he'll get the baby. Now you were left to wait for your significant other to return. When he came back, the baby was wide awake in his arms. "Little one couldn't go back to sleep so I brought them in here." The 1 year old baby held on to their father tightly while looking at you. "Hi My Love, did you sleep well?" The baby smiled and turned away. "Clearly I'm the favorite." Your husband jokes. You rolled your eyes and went to pick up your child. "Can I have a kiss please?" Your child nodded and leaned in to give you one kiss. "See, I'm still loved." (Y/B/N) smirked and kissed your forehead. "Dada?" The baby said as their first words in that moment. The both of your jaws dropped then he jumps up in celebration. "I win." (Y/B/N) says and starts poking you. The baby giggles at their father's silliness and you smiled at your wonderful and silly family.
