and now youre pregnant

You’re an ancient Greek man coming home from 4 months of war to find your wife 3 months pregnant. Now you’ve embarked on a solemn quest: to punch Zeus in the face.

anonymous asked:

I want to live by myself when I move out of my parent's place but I'm really afraid of money problems? I'm afraid that the only place I can afford will be in the ghetto and it'll all be torn apart and I'll only be allowed to eat one granola bar a week. I'm really stressing out about this. I don't know anything about after school life. I don't know anything about paying bills or how to buy an apartment and it's really scaring me. is there anything you know that can help me?

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Once you’ve looked over all those cool links, I have some general advice for you on how you can have some sort of support system going for you:

Reasons to move out of home

You may decide to leave home for many different reasons, including:

  • wishing to live independently
  • location difficulties – for example, the need to move closer to university
  • conflict with your parents
  • being asked to leave by your parents.

Issues to consider when moving out of home

It’s common to be a little unsure when you make a decision like leaving home. You may choose to move, but find that you face problems you didn’t anticipate, such as:

  • Unreadiness – you may find you are not quite ready to handle all the responsibilities.
  • Money worries – bills including rent, utilities like gas and electricity and the cost of groceries may catch you by surprise, especially if you are used to your parents providing for everything. Debt may become an issue.
  • Flatmate problems – issues such as paying bills on time, sharing housework equally, friends who never pay board, but stay anyway, and lifestyle incompatibilities (such as a non-drug-user flatting with a drug user) may result in hostilities and arguments.

Your parents may be worried

Think about how your parents may be feeling and talk with them if they are worried about you. Most parents want their children to be happy and independent, but they might be concerned about a lot of different things. For example:

  • They may worry that you are not ready.
  • They may be sad because they will miss you.
  • They may think you shouldn’t leave home until you are married or have bought a house.
  • They may be concerned about the people you have chosen to live with.

Reassure your parents that you will keep in touch and visit regularly. Try to leave on a positive note. Hopefully, they are happy about your plans and support your decision.

Tips for a successful move

Tips include:

  • Don’t make a rash decision – consider the situation carefully. Are you ready to live independently? Do you make enough money to support yourself? Are you moving out for the right reasons?
  • Draw up a realistic budget – don’t forget to include ‘hidden’ expenses such as the property’s security deposit or bond (usually four weeks’ rent), connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.
  • Communicate – avoid misunderstandings, hostilities and arguments by talking openly and respectfully about your concerns with flatmates and parents. Make sure you’re open to their point of view too – getting along is a two-way street.
  • Keep in touch – talk to your parents about regular home visits: for example, having Sunday night dinner together every week.
  • Work out acceptable behaviour – if your parents don’t like your flatmate(s), find out why. It is usually the behaviour rather than the person that causes offence (for example, swearing or smoking). Out of respect for your parents, ask your flatmate(s) to be on their best behaviour when your parents visit and do the same for them.
  • Ask for help – if things are becoming difficult, don’t be too proud to ask your parents for help. They have a lot of life experience.

If your family home does not provide support

Not everyone who leaves home can return home or ask their parents for help in times of trouble. If you have been thrown out of home or left home to escape abuse or conflict, you may be too young or unprepared to cope.

If you are a fostered child, you will have to leave the state-care system when you turn 18, but you may not be ready to make the sudden transition to independence.

If you need support, help is available from a range of community and government organisations. Assistance includes emergency accommodation and food vouchers. If you can’t call your parents or foster parents, call one of the associations below for information, advice and assistance.

Where to get help

  • Your doctor
  • Kids Helpline Tel. 1800 55 1800
  • Lifeline Tel. 13 11 44
  • Home Ground Services Tel. 1800 048 325
  • Relationships Australia Tel. 1300 364 277
  • Centrelink Crisis or Special Help Tel. 13 28 50
  • Tenants Union of Victoria Tel. (03) 9416 2577

Things to remember

  • Try to solve any problems before you leave home. Don’t leave because of a fight or other family difficulty if you can possibly avoid it.
  • Draw up a realistic budget that includes ‘hidden’ expenses, such as bond, connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.
  • Remember that you can get help from a range of community and government organizations. 

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• “We both wanted to rent a bike for an hour but the only one they have is a tandem bike” AU
• “You’re adopting the cat that I’ve been trying to adopt for a week now” AU
• “You just moved into the house next to my mom’s and she has you doing her yardwork” AU
• “I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waitor please help me” AU
• “My brother/sister asked me to break up with you for them i’m so sorry” AU
• “I’ve been receiving all your freaking mail since you moved out and you keep getting weird gifts from your brother make it stop” AU
• “Our dick landlord just evicted us both” AU
• “We both just moved in with our siblings and they’re neighbors” AU
• “I’m your neighbor and I can hear you fucking someone who shares my name” AU
• “Your cat got my cat pregnant and now I have all these kittens please take them” AU
• “I’m your ex, you are a cop, and I just got arrested for being drunk and disorderly” AU
• “Remember that one time in college when we were at that party and you asked a random stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah well that was me and we’re adults now” AU
• “You’re sort of famous and we vaguely know each other through bumping into each other all the time but the media thinks we’re dating” AU
• “You’re a cop, I’m a firefighter, we always work the same shifts” AU
• “You always ask me for help but I have weird health conditions that prevent me from doing so” AU
• “Your roommate cheated on me and I just threw your laptop out the window thinking it was his” AU
• “My kid just shot a bottle rocket into your window” AU
• “We’re both in the vegetable isle and I just burst into tears while staring at the cabbages” AU
• “That’s my fucking fish that you just caught give it back” AU
• “I’ve had a crush on you since the 11th grade but you’ve hated me ever since that one time” AU
• “The advertisement did not do you justice” AU
• “You jipped me of those concert tickets so I came to your house asshole” AU
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• “Oh shit this isn’t my car” AU
• “You fell off the map 6 years ago and you think you can just waltz back into my life. Literally. You’re the dance instructor for my best friend’s wedding and we have history” AU
• “It’s 2am on the night of my 21st birthday and we gotta fix this fucking mess by morning or else we’re fucked ” AU
• “My dad’s a cancer patient and you’re his nurse” AU
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• “We need to be really quiet but you have the hiccups” AU
• “Why do you always walk your dog at exactly 12am every night? Do you not enjoy sleep?” AU
• “For the love of God, what is making that noise?” AU
• “Somehow you manage to scare me everytime we run into each other and i already get frightened very easily let me live” AU

2

Almost everyone that knows Niklaus wonder how a vengeful monster like him can deeply love and care for another, like you. In these 1000+ years of living, he’s never met someone like you. Aside from Rebekah and Elijah, you were the only person who can look past his flaws and accept him for who he is. Because of you, he feels that his existence now has a purpose. He is now dedicated only to you and his child. 

Klaus was elsewhere taking care of ‘business’ while you stayed at the Mikaelson compound and watched TV in the bedroom that you and Klaus share, laying on the comfy California king bed. 

Of course, Klaus always felt the need to have some sort of bodyguard with you at all times, so Elijah offered to stay and keep watch. Whenever you got hungry, you didn’t mind making yourself food, but you know how the Mikaelson brothers are with you, they treat you as if you’re a delicate little flower carrying Klaus’ child. So, Elijah had food delivered to the compound.

You were enjoying your food in bed until your phone rang, it was your boyfriend, Klaus.

“Hello sweetheart.” Klaus greeted through the phone.

“Hi. Checking up on me again?” You said to Klaus. Although you appreciate his concern, he literally has been calling every 30 minutes since he left.

“Of course, love. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t?”

“I know I know. But Elijah’s here.” Elijah, sitting on the bed next to you, looked at you after hearing his name, then you looked at him and smiled. ”I’m perfectly safe and so is our baby.” Now being 4 months pregnant, you looked down at your small belly, rubbing it. Your cheeks blushed red at the thought of how utterly happy you are carrying the hybrid’s baby.

“Perfect. I’ll see you soon, love.” Klaus hangs up the phone with a smile on his face. Oh, how he cannot wait to come home to you.

pairing: harry potter x pansy parkinson

setting: modern, non-magical, hockey au

written for: @diarycrux + this

notes: future timestamp/bonus chapter for time go


The whole thing—

It’s not as much of a disaster as it could be, honestly.


Harry’s only been home for, like, forty-five seconds when something small and plastic and deceptively heavy hits him square in the face, splitting the stitches on his upper lip.

“What the fuck,” he snaps, bringing his hand up to his mouth. There’s a potentially concerning amount of blood. “What's—Pansy?”

Pansy is standing in the doorway that leads to the kitchen, her arms crossed over her lower abdomen, wearing a pair of faded black yoga pants and what looks like most of a canister of flour. Her expression is pinched and kind of…panicked, but also furious, but also maybe the slightest bit relieved.

Harry squints at her in confusion. “What’s going on?”  

She raises her eyebrows, glaring pointedly at his feet. “Oh, I don’t know, Harry, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

He glances down without really thinking it through, and—

He freezes.

“Is that a pregnancy test?” he blurts out, stomach somehow simultaneously sinking and twisting. With nerves. And dread. And that very unsettling brand of anticipation that usually precedes, like, playoffs overtime and phone calls from his agent. “Wait, why did you throw it at me?”

She sniffs. “I assumed you’d be able catch it.”

“I wasn’t even looking!”

“You’re a professional athlete, you shouldn’t have to be looking.”

Harry gapes at her, shoulders slumping with a familiar flicker of helplessly fond outrage. “Pansy.”

Her lower lip wobbles. “Well? Are you going to check it?” she tries to drawl, but her voice cracks on a quavering note of hysteria, and Harry momentarily forgets about the blood trickling down his chin.

“Uh,” he answers dumbly. “I’m guessing I don’t…have to? Because it’s positive?”

It’s the absolute wrong thing to say, Harry reflects with a wince, watching Pansy gasp, her mouth hanging open and her cheeks flooding with color and her eyes positively glittering with indignation. When she starts talking, he reaches up, semi-instinctively, to loosen the admittedly crooked knot of his tie. He’s going to be a dad, what the fuck.

"—so bad at birth control, don’t you guys get, like, weekly PowerPoint presentations about paternity lawsuits and—wait, why do you look like a vampire?” Pansy pauses, furrowing her brow. “Harry? Who broke you?”

Harry sighs, deeply, before folding her into a warm, full-body hug and dropping a careful kiss onto the top of her head. A few errant rainbow sprinkles are tangled in her hair, and she smells kind of suspiciously like a spice rack, and the diamond stud pierced through the cartilage in her ear is covered in cake batter. He wonders if it’s weird that he finds all of that…charming. Attractive. Irresistible?

It’s probably weird.

"Hey,” he says anyway, and he isn’t sure if it’s because he hasn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours, or because he’s vaguely lightheaded from the blood loss, or because there’s a stupid expensive ring hidden in the bottom of his bag that he’d had to mortifyingly enlist the help of four separate teammates to buy, but—he feels really, just, abruptly confident. Like he’d made an accidental turn down an unfamiliar street and ended up somewhere significantly, undeniably better than wherever the smugly disembodied British voice in his GPS had originally been guiding him. Like—serendipity. A less shitty version of fate.  

“We’re gonna be good at this,” Harry eventually murmurs. “We’re gonna be good.”


BTS reaction to you being pregnant and insecure in a swimsuit

this is my first gif reaction so if its bad im sorry it’ll get better i suppose, and to the person that requested, here u go bae 💕


Seokjin

*He is speechless for a moment because he can’t believe it, but then immediately goes trying to make you feel better about yourself.*

“What? You think you look bad?…No! Oh my god Y/N you have no idea how beautiful you are! Come here-”

*he opens up his arms for a hug*

Namjoon

*notices you looking at yourself in a mirror with a sad face*

“Baby what’s wrong?”

“You’re insecure? Oh no, baby. C'mon let’s go, all of the girls will be jealous when we get to the beach. You look amazing.”

Yoongi

*seeing your worried face he asks you whats wrong*

“Oh Y/N… those stretch marks don’t make you look disgusting! Why do you worry about such little things?”

*he takes your face in his hands looking deep into your eyes*

“You look fucking beautiful like that.”

Hoseok

*you’re usually a really cheery person like him so he gets really worried when he sees tears on your cheeks*

“Is everything alright? Why are you so down? Please tell me.”

“You’re insecure? Oh Y/N don’t cry… You are not in any way ugly! Look at yourself! You’re glowing!”

Jimin

*sees your face and how you’re looking at yourself and immediately figures out what’s happening*

“Y/N I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong.”
“It’s silly to think that way. You’re in a natural state and you look gorgeous in it.”

*and then he looks at you in adoration when you smile softly at his comment*

Taehyung

*you tell him what’s wrong before you two get going and he immediately hugs you when you tell him*

“You’re a beautiful woman Y/N, there is no need to worry about things like that.”

“You look normal as every woman in that state, hell, what am I saying you look even better. Come here now-”

*he wraps you up in a hug, and then rubbs your pregnant belly, smiling widely*

Jungkook

*frowns at your comment about your body and starts going on about how wrong you are*

“What are you even saying? Have you seen yourself Y/N? You look amazing, I’ve never seen a pregnant woman look as good as you do.”

“So please don’t feel insecure about it, you look stunning.”

“Tell her baby” he says to your pregnant belly making you laugh.

that’s the one - dad!tom

Summary: You and Tom publicly announce your pregnancy, with Harry’s help.

“Nooo, I don’t like that one either,” you whine.

“Why not?” Tom asks, looking over your shoulder at the camera held for your viewing by Harry. “You look adorable.”

“No, wait. Okay. Take one more,” you say, crossing your legs criss-cross applesauce-style on the bed and putting your hands on your baby bump.

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A New Life

♥ Hi Guys, so here we have another fulfilled request with Loki, This one is especially for @moderndeathsblog (were would I be without you :D) I hope you guys enjoy. Feel free to leave some feedback, drop an ask, send me a message whatever is on you your mind. Requests are open. Found any mistakes? Tell me I would love to fix them. Deutsch Version auf meiner Masterlist.


RequestAngry Smut with Loki after a massive fight (he thinks reader doesn’t really care for him, maybe believes she is with him because she wants to make Thor jealous). After that she finds out that she is pregnant and doesn’t know how to tell him, because he is not speaking with her. And when he finds out he is all happy, telling her how much it means to him that she is carrying his child, because it means she love him? And then maybe another smut? Yes? No? I love you


  • Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
  • Summary: Loki and you fight after he doubt your feelings, and soon you face the consequences of angry sex.
  • Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, angry sex, fighting,langage, pregnancy, pregnant!reader 
  • Words: 2249

You stood together with Thor on the huge balcony of the palace, looking down on the beautiful Asgard.
Loki was unfortunately not home he had royal duties to fulfill and that’s why Thor kept you company. Which happened really often. One of your hands rested on his biceps as you laughed at one of his innumerable stories. You loved to listen to Thor. He often told you stories from Loki’s and his childhood, which often made you smile. Your husband, unfortunately, didn’t liked to talk about his past, so it was always a pleasure to find out more about him, thanks to Thor.

You took a sip of your wine when you heard the door to your room shut loudly and your husband entered. “You seem to have plenty of fun when I’m not around!” Loki said, and you could clearly hear the anger in his voice.“Brother, I’ve only talked with Lady Y/N” Loki sniffed contemptuously and you turned to the blonde.“Thank you for your time, Thor, please leave us alone?” He nodded and left the room, as you heard the door closed again, you turned to your God!

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Famous In Love || Part 1

Summary: Tom and reader have been together for a years, but he breaks it off because his career is starting to develop more, unbeknownst that the reader is pregnant with his child.

 Warnings: (Wrap it up guys), Teen Pregnancy, sad, fluff, angst, leaving, giving birth.

 Word Count: 1,853

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader.

 A/N: First chapter may not be that interesting. Hope you like it. : ) Wanna be tagged just let me know.

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Falling in Love. 

Many people have a different aspects to it. To you it felt like you were living a dream. A dream where you loved him and he loved you. A dream that made you want to believe you would be together for a long time. Yet somehow that dream brought out the real reality of your living fantasy.

Tom Holland the love of your life or was the love of your life, so it seemed. We were both 17 at the time. You had just graduated from high school getting a full scholar ride to the best college. 

You knew what you set your goal for.

You knew where your priorities stood.

You had everything you hoped for.

The greatest friends.

The most loving and supporting mother any one could ask for. An amazing offer for school, but why did none of that matter that night. The night where you could let go, stop worrying about the future, get drunk wasted for crying out loud! For Tom he was setting out to pursue a career, one that would take him far in life, a successful life, a career in acting. Now you may be thinking how someone like yourself wounded up with him. Well Tom and yours meeting was as abnormal as it could be, it was kind of like your typical, “his friend were friends with your friends so we should meet up, go out for a while, maybe hit a club or something. You both got to know each other throughout a years time. And throughout that time a spark ignited. That’s right you Y/N L/N got roped into the love train with Mr. Tom Holland himself. He clearly reciprocated the same feelings you had for him. 

Your relationship started slow. You’d go out on dates. Introduce each other to each other’s parents. Go out with our friends. Do stupid things…Everything was great, so where did it go wrong?

Tom and his best friend Harrison suggested one night that you should go out for drinks, although do to some of you not being fully at age yet, you had to go with plan B. Throw a stupid party. Your friend Y/F/N and you still lived with your parents so you still had to ask permission to attend said party. There wasn’t many people you knew only a short amount like Tom, Harrison and a few other of your friends.

It seemed great at the time, but as soon as more people started arriving and more booze was being consumed, it was a recipe for disaster. Of course back home where Tom was from drinking didn’t seem that big of a deal, since he was already 18, but here in the U.S he’d have to wait three more years. You four.

You were starting to regret the whole party. You weren’t one to be in the heard of craziness. The music was too loud. Your head was pounding, and there was too many people for your liking.

Tom noticed your discomfort and suggested you two go upstairs away from all the chaos. You held in his as he lead the way.  You passed by people who were way to close for liking, couples practically sucking their faces off, and just passed out drunk on the carpet. 

You both ascended up the stairs and entered the bedroom. “That’s better” You sighed sitting on the bed. Tom closed the door behind him taking a sip of his beer and repeating your actions. 

“Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to throw a party” He frowned.

“Ya think!” You exclaimed.

“I thought today would be fun” You averted your gaze to your lap

“It still can be” He gently lifted your chin to look at him.

“How?”

He didn’t give you an answer. He gently brushed your lips climbing his way on top of you. The love you had was coming out with a passionate kiss.

“You sure?” His faced showed concerned.

“Yeah” You assured him.

He connected your lips again before begging his task. The night was filled with we shouldn'ts, but were replace by “Don’t stop” or “That feels nice”. It felt like an endless pleasurable evening. You and Tom couldn’t comprehend properly due to the alcohol, yet it was the best thing you had done. It was a night filled with no regrets or any we might’ve made a mistake. No. It was a lovable moment. If anything that night had brought you closer. So you thought.

The passing weeks were enjoyable. You expressed your love you had for each other. Nothing could have ruined what you had, well not until Tom got a certain phone call.

“What do you mean your leaving?” You were slowly shedding tear after tear.

“I just got offered an incredible job Y/N!” He was so thrilled that he had gotten the part for the movie he audition for.

“Aren’t you happy for me?” His expression saddened.

“Of course I am…I-I just, what’s going to happen to us?” You whispered.

“I-I don’t know? But we’ll work it out like we always do.” He shook is head.

“You know how long distance relationships turn out Tom” You looked down at your feet.

He gently lifted your chin with his hand. “That shouldn’t stop of us though” He smiled reassuringly. 

“I’m gonna miss you” You cried into his shoulder.

“Me too”.

Tom leaving was hard on you, but not as much as the lessened phone calls and texting messages. Your departure was sort of an unexpected thing. A break up was never brought up, but you knew where your relationship stood. It was broken up relationship whether you wanted it to be or not. You felt an ache in your heart. Tom had been your first love, and your first heartbreak. He was your love and you were his.

A couple weeks had past and you were trying to get your life together again. You were going to go to college and get your degree in (Subject). But what you got instead was morning sickness, and a missed period. You didn’t want to assume the worst of the situation, but when your period never showed you were growing nervous by the second. You also didn’t want to tell your mom, god knows what’d she do if she found out you were going to have baby. You were still a baby. Bringing a child into this life was not what you needed right now. Not alone. You were so scared, you didn’t know what to do. You needed your mom.

“Mom can I talk to you?” You slowly approached her.

“Sure sweetie what is it?” She was cooking up something for dinner in the kitchen.

“I just want you to know I never intended for this to happen” You nodded at her. She turned around having her full attention now.

“Okay now you worrying me. What’s going on?” She looked at you curiously.

You hesitated. It was now or never, you thought. 

“I’m pregnant…” Your eyes started watering.

Your mom didn’t say anything. She just looked at you in shock. Her silence was something you didn’t need.

“Mom? Please say something!” You cried out. 

She still said nothing.

“I so sorry mom! I disappointed you!” You continued crying. As if it clicked in, your mother walked up to you embracing you in her arms. You cried against her shirt.

“You are not a disappointment!” She exclaimed gazing down at your figure. She wiped your tear stained eyes away.

“But I got pregnant at a young age” You whispered.

“Sweetie getting pregnant isn’t even that horrible of a thing, but it can be difficult at some points in life, besides you aren’t alone in this situation” She assured you. 

You had thought about Tom that moment. He was gone and here you were carrying his unborn child. You cautiously placed a hand on your stomach. You were going to bring a life into this world. 

“You are not a disappointment Y/N, and you aren’t alone in this” She gripped your hand in hers.

Throughout those everlasting nine months you took in your mothers words. You weren’t alone in this. You had her right by your side every step of the way. Tom had left you behind, while he went on to take on his career. You were probably long forgotten by him. Your mother told you that you didn’t need him to care for your child. Your mother had done it by herself, and so could you, but with her helping and guiding you. Something her mother never gave her, your mother gave back to you much more in many ways. You couldn’t thank her enough. 

The day had arrived. You didn’t know what to expect, but boy did your contractions hurt like a b**ch. Your mom had probably broken so many rules to get you to the hospital quickly. You were wheeled off to a room to prepare to give birth. The wait seemed to drag on. Nurses were going in and out of room trying to get a hold the doctor. Your mom was right beside you holding your hand to try and calm you down. If it weren’t for the doctor you would have broken your moms hand by how tightly you held it.

The doctor finally said those six words you had been dying to hear.

“Y/N I need you to push!”

You pushed with all the energy you had.

“You’re doing great, just one more push!”

“I-I can’t do it!” You cried out.

“Five minutes of pain for a lifetime of happiness” Your mother whispered to you caressing your hair back. You looked at her.

“Just one final push!” The doctor said.

You groaned out giving the push your all. Once you pushed you heard the sound of your baby’s cry. You sighed in relief but also because you gave birth to a new life.

“It’s a girl” The nursed informed you.

“Can I-I hold her?” You shed a tear.

“Absolutely” She carefully placed her in your arms.

“Cradle the head” You mother told you smiling down at her precious granddaughter.

“She’s perfect” You softly caressed your finger on the side of her face.

“What are you going to name her?” The nurse held up a clipboard.

You looked down at her little face. You never knew how delicate and small something so precious could be.

She opened her eyes and you couldn’t comprehend words properly, you could only gaze at her with so much love. She had his eyes. His dark brown eyes.

“Alinine Primlet Y/L/N” You smiled at her.

“You must’ve thought about this for a while”

“I did”.

“Welcome to the world Alinine” You pressed a kissed to her forehead. She seemed to react to it because she smiled.

Little did you know you’re whole life would be changed by one special little girl.

Thank you to those who suggested wonderful names. I couldn’t decide so I combined the names I liked:

@soundshoodfeelshood -Aline @unabashedlyswimmingtimemachine -Katherine = Alinine

@xsabrinalynn - Prim @quackson-central - Scarlet = Primlet

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‘Their reactions to you being pregnant would include’ The Flash preference

Barry Allen:

-You’d have a really cute way of telling him you were expecting.

-he just sits there in shock

-”….WHAT?!” He’d finally shout

-He’d just sit there gobsmacked as he thought about it for a minute

-”Are you being serious right now?! We’re going to have a baby speedster!?” He’d as as he picked you up hesitantly 

-the boy would smile for hours after you told him

-”We have to baby proof immediately.”

-”Barry I’m three weeks.” 

“Immediately (Y/n).”

Cisco Ramon:

-You’d carefully place the stick where he’d be sure to see it.

-”Babe I think you left- Oh my god.” He’d gasp

-Looking at you, then the test, then you, repeat 65 times

-”Are you…we’re….what?!” 
-”I’m four weeks yesterday!”

-”Oh my god! We’re expecting a baby Ramon! Holy…” He’d trail off as he kissed you

-When you guys sat on the couch later that night he wouldn’t take his hand off your stomach

-”I think we should name them Luke or Harry….and if they’re a girl Leia…or Hermione.” 

-”No.” 

Wally West:

-You just out right told him and he chokes on his drink 

-”That’s not funny babe.” He laughs nervously 

-”…Are you serious?” He whispers as you nod giddily. 

-”No way! My boys can swim!” He shouts as he picks you up and twirls you

-He just carries you everywhere

-You come home the next day to see him assembling a baby crib

-”Babe I am only five weeks what are you-”

-”Being ready is key babe.” He says as he struggles with the instructions as you sigh

Julian Albert:

-He was at work actually when you just up and said it. Setting down the test. 

-”Pardon? Is this some sort of joke?” He asks as he sits staring up as you. 

-When you shake your head he stands up so fast he knocks his chair over

-”Oh my god love! We’re expecting!” He cries as he throws himself over his desk as you giggle. 

-He hugs you for at least ten minutes….at least. 

-”I can’t believe it!” He keeps repeating as he looks to your stomach. 

-His eyes widen

-”We need to get a nursery ready! I’ll tell Joe I’m taking the rest of the day off-I’ll bring the car around for you-Love you!” He pecks your cheek and he’s off leaving you shocked.

-The whole ride home he has a hand on your stomach. 

Leonard Snart:
-You sort of delay telling him until you’re about a month. You just say “Hey remember when we had sex a few weeks back?” “Yeah.” He says kissing your neck.”Well now I’m pregnant!” You chuckle nervously

-”….You’re serious?! Like you are actually pregnant…with…my baby?” He asks as you nod after every pause

-”….Like….Seriously.” You nod again

-”Oh…my god.” He whispers as he just stares at your stomach

-Immediately wants to paint the ‘nursery’ and you have to remind him you have eight months to do it.

-Never lets anyone close to the bump, no matter who it is

(Bonus: always bringing you ice chips real late at night because that’s your cravings. 

HR Wells:

- You tell him and all he does is laugh

-”That’s a good one honey! God I love you!” Realizing you aren’t joking and stops laughing

-”Seriously?!?!” He shouts as you nod with a smile. 

-”OH my GOODNESS! I AM GOING TO BE A DAD!” He’d shout as he scoops you up

-Not putting you down 

-”I’m going to buy this baby a hat.” 

What Comes Next || Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst/Fluff


He was surprised when you first told him, and then he was fine with it. It wasn’t what you were expecting but you were grateful he understood. When you told him the news about you being pregnant, you were sure he was going to judge you, he was going to leave, but then he stayed.

Jungkook was your best friend, and someone you could always count on. So when you told him that Taehyung, your boyfriend of three years now, had gotten you pregnant, he accepted it. He didn’t say anything bad, nothing along the lines of “you’re too young”. He told you that it was okay and that he would support you the entire way through.

There were some things you didn’t want to talk about, and that was when you would break the news to Taehyung. At first you had been scared, and there were a lot of times Jungkook would have to come over and calm you down. You were terrified that you being pregnant could ruin everything for Taehyung.

The last thing you wanted to do was ruin his career. You knew he had worked so hard tog et to where he was and you weren’t going to be the reason he stopped. There was a part of you that felt bad though, because Jungkook was the one who was helping you, even though it had nothing to do with him, and for that you were thankful.

He had promised to keep it a secret from Taehyung, not wanting to worry you anymore than you already were. For now it was a secret between the two of you.

It was two months into the pregnancy, and you had already started to notice the baby bump starting. There was a little bit of a belly forming and you found yourself holding your stomach anytime you had the chance. When Taehyung would come over you found yourself moving his hands to your stomach even though he had no idea what was going on.

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“Are You Pregnant?”

Shawn Mendes x Pregnant!reader

Warnings: none, too much fluff???

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You and Shawn had talked about have kids, but decided to wait a few years because you got married when you were pretty young.

You had been married for about a few months when you began feeling dizzy and sick. Figuring it was just a stomach bug, you decided not to go to the doctors. After a weeks you weren’t feeling any better. And then it hit you.

You quickly put on one of Shawn’s sweatshirts that was way too big for you and put your hair into a messy bun and getting an Uber to avoid being recognized by Andy paparazzi or fans.

After getting back from the store you knew Shawn would be at the studio so you had time. After sitting on the bed for a while, gathering your courage, you went into the bathroom and took all of the tests. Well you definitely had your answer now. All fifteen of the tests displayed pregnant on their screens.

Knowing that Shawn would be ecstatic, you decided to just tell him when he got home, rather than opting for something more elaborate.

You decided to change into some leggings and take a nap before Shawn got home later.

You were awoken by the sound of the front door opening and closing, alerting you that Shawn was home.

“Princess,” he called out, “I’m home.”

You quickly got out of bed and all but ran to the kitchen, where you knew he would be.

“Hi, honey,” you said happily walking up to him and giving him a quick peck on the cheek as he wrapped his hands around your waist, “I’ve got good news.”

“Thats really great honey,” he said, “but I’ve got a really great idea for a song and I need to write it down before I forget it,” he sated before walking out of the room towards his in home studio.

After sitting on the couch for about an hour just scrolling through Instagram and Tumblr, you realized that Shawn never came back and you were a little disappointed.

While walking towards his studio, you heard Shawn on the phone.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be there,” he said, “I’ll leave soon.”

You walked into the room and sat on his lap, a slight pout on your lips, “you never came back,” you whined, putting your hands on his shoulders.

“I know and I’m sorry. I just got caught up in the writing,” he said while running a hand through his hair before placing both of his hands on your hips, “but could you tell me when I get back? Jeff told me I need to be somewhere.”

Maybe it was was the hormones but at hearing that you would have to once again wait, you just burst into tears, scaring Shawn and causing him to pull you into his arms.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cood, you Head falling onto his shoulder.

“I just wanted to tell you my news and now your leaving me, your pregnant wife at home and I still haven’t told you my news,” you cried, barely able to speak clearly so half of your words came out jumbled.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should have listened to yo- wait,” he sitting you up straight, looking into your eyes, “a-are you pregnant?” He asked carefully, not wanting to get his hopes up or to upset you once again.

All you managed to do was nod, still a bit embarrassed from your outburst.

He didn’t speak before pulling you into another hug.

“I love and I love this baby’s and I’m sorry for not listening to you before,” he said before pulling you in for a quick peck on the lips and placing a large hand on your stomach, “hi little princess, you’re a girl, I can just feel it. I love you and your mommy so so so much and I can’t wait to see you and take care of you.” He spoke to your belly, grinning the entire time, almost causing you to cry from happiness.

He looked up grinning, “now that we have little bub, which I’m pretty sure is a girl, I’ll have to start calling you my queen,” he said, now smirking, before pulling in for another kiss.

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Imagine your water breaking while arguing with Chris.

A/N: Part 4, yo. Hehe, even the cutest of couples fight. Read the previous parts of this chapter here (‘Memory Lane - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3’), and the first two chapters of the whole series here ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist’) Enjoooooy. X

You strolled to the kitchen with Dodger trailing behind you, tail wagging excitedly for his breakfast. You looked down at him and smiled, but that smile faltered when you entered the kitchen. You walked in and immediately sighed; Chris’ little get together with his friends last night left the kitchen and the living room- where Chris had spent his night- a complete mess.

You should have been used to it by now, it was always the same deal when the game was on; Chris and his buddies will drink a little too much, eat a bunch of crap, and yell at the TV until their wives/girlfriends called them home, and in Chris’ case- until he passed out on the couch. Usually you’d help with the clean up, make some coffee and breakfast to help him with his hangover, but today you weren’t having any of it.

In your defense, you were nine months pregnant and due any day now; your feet were swollen, your back was aching, and you were just- tired of being pregnant. The last thing you needed was a messy house to deal with, especially when it wasn’t your mess to clean.

“Get up,” you tossed a roll of garbage bags at Chris and he groaned, rolling from his stomach onto his back. “I don’t care how hungover you are, you’re going to get up and clean your mess up.” He opened his eyes and quickly winced at the sunlight peeking through the curtains, groaning louder than before. “I mean it, get up.” You struggled but you managed to nudge him with your foot.

“What time is it?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

“Time to get up and clean,” you bit with narrowed eyes. “How can four guys can make such a huge mess?” You looked around and shook your head, annoyed and disgusted. “I mean- is it really that hard to put your beer bottles and burger wrappers in the bin as soon as you’re done with them?” You continued to lecture your husband, who had sighed and sat up. “It’s not even that far away, Chris. You guys do this almost every weekend and I’m sick of it, either tighten up or go to a bar and watch the game.”

“Sweetheart-” Chris tried to reason with you but you didn’t give him much of a chance.

“Don’t call me sweetheart until you clean up your mess,” you stormed out of the living room, leaving him and Dodger behind. “Now, Chris!” You called as you made your way up the stairs so you didn’t have to look at the chaos that was your house.

“If she kills me, buddy,” Chris whispered softly to Dodger. “Just know that I love you.” He reached out and tried to pet Dodger but got barked at instead; the pup was on your side, as he’d been since the day he met you. “Seriously?” He frowned at Dodger who padded out of the living room to join you upstairs. “You know you’re my dog, right?” He called after Dodger then sighed and grabbed the roll of garbage bags you’d thrown at him earlier. 

• • • • • • • • 

Chris made sure he made downstairs spotless before he went upstairs to you and Dodger; the two of you sat on the bed while you work on your latest script. You didn’t have to look up to see Chris standing in the doorway, trying to assess your mood before he approached. You spoke without taking your eye off your laptop, “is my kitchen a kitchen again?”

“Is my wife my wife again?” He retorted, trying to be cute but coming off more smart-assy than cute. You looked up and shot him a dirty look; he pressed his lips together and winced. “Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

“I don’t know if you realize this, Chris, but I am pregnant.” You began, closing the lid of your laptop. “It is an incredibly exhausting thing to be, not that you’d know.” You bit and he sighed. “The worst part is- I’m not doing this for myself.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself; it wasn’t true but you were just incredibly wound up. “You’re the reason I’m having a child, the least you can do is be a little more considerate.”

“Hold up,” he frowned as he pushed himself off the doorframe. “Did you seriously just say that?” You did, and you didn’t mean it, but you were too stubborn to take it back. “I’m not the one who made the call, Y/N. I told you I wanted a child but not if you weren’t ready for it. I was fine waiting until you were, and you told me you were and now you’re suddenly 'not doing this for yourself’? Are you kidding me?”

“Ugh,” you groaned as you rose to your feet, “shut up, Chris. Aren’t you just the perfect gentleman? I’ll wait until you’re ready, Y/N,” you mocked him. “You and my mom manipulated me into being ready, I was still thinking but you kept pushing and pushing until I couldn’t take it anymore. Why else would a person like me agree to have a child?!”

“A person like you?” He chuckled and scoffed at the same time. “What is that even suppose to mean? You don’t even hate children, Y/N. I know you, a lot better than you know yourself, and being pregnant has made you happier than I’ve ever seen you before. You want this, you were just too afraid of change as per usual.”

“You know me better than I know myself?” You quizzed rhetorically. “If that is so, you wouldn’t have left the house the way you left it.” You bit and he groaned. “Oh stop groaning, you jerk. This fight is your fault, if you’d just cleaned up last night then we wouldn’t even be having this fight.”

“What’s the difference, Y/N?” He narrowed his eyes at you. “It’s not like I was going to just disappear the next morning. And I’ve already clean it all up, so why are you still yelling at me? I get it, okay? I was inconsiderate. You’re pregnant and tired and you shouldn’t have to deal with all of it. I’m sorry, I won’t leave the house like that anymore. Happy now?”

“Happy now?” You scoffed. “You call that an apology? Oh my God, you’ll be the-” You were cut off when you felt and heard a soft pop, then a gush of warm fluid rushing down your legs. “Oh no,” your hand moved to touch your belly. “No no no,” you breathed and looked up at your husband.

“What is it?” His tone softened as he took a step towards you, taking your hands in his as his eyes narrowed with deep concern. “Are you in pain?” You shook your head with your lips slightly parted, still unable to speak because you were in shock. “Hey, talk to me.”

“My water just broke.”

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Telling him You’re pregnant (13rw guys)

a/n: lol so this was requested

How you tell him you’re pregnant: 13RW

Zach: I was so mad.  Zach and I, were just a ‘make me feel better with sex’ relationship.  We were mutually friends, bypasses in the corridor but mainly had nothing to do with each other unless we were in desperate need of pleasure.

But now he had gotten me pregnant, I have a career to peruse, so does he, this was not going to work out, if he hadn’t been a complete doofus and just wrapped up his willy.  No, I was angry, in fact outraged! My feet stormed into the guys’ changing room, seeing a wide range of naked bodies.

“Y/N, you know you can’t be in here,” I heard Tony’s voice echo but my eyes were focus on Dempsey.  He wore loose blue shorts that hung on his waist, his chest bare, and his hair floppy, he was organising his clothes.

“What the fuck, Zach!” I screeched, many guys turning our way.

“Y/n, calm down and leave, whatever it is we need to sort later,” he said calmly, pulling a shirt over his perfectly toned body.

“No, it cannot!” I cried out, my hands tugging at my hair, grunting a bit.  "You got me pregnant and now I have no idea what to do,“ a confused look appeared onto his face as we received a few whistles and 'damns’.

"Stop lying and go away,” he muttered, slamming his locker door. “You’re lying because you want attention.”

I picked the three positive pregnancy tests into his hands and placed a hand on my hip.

“Do I Zach? Do I really need this much attention, because trust me I never asked for it either!”

“Let’s talk somewhere else,” he told me, grabbing my shoulder and steering me out of the changing rooms.  "y/n are you being serious?“ he asked as we reached the empty sports hall.

"Zach, I wouldn’t lie about this,” I began to cry, my hands covering my face, his big arms wrapped around me and pulled me into his chest.

“Ssh, it’s going to be okay, we’ll work things out.”

Clay: Clay and I were in a pretty stable relationship, his parents liked me and my parents liked him, we were like best friends who were intimate and loved each other, which is why he had to be the first to know.  Infect Clay was with me the whole time, we bought the test together and decided to do it at my house, when nobody was at home. I had been such a wreck, afraid of what my parents would think, what Clay would do and how I would react, but we were doing this together.

“I’m the one to blame for this,” Clay murmured as we stood in my bathroom waiting.

“Clay no you’re not, it was a mistake, they happen,” I told him, grabbing his hand. He squeezed it.  "We’ll work this out,“ I whispered.

"We will, even if it means feeding the country, changing our names and never returning, Y/N I would do that for you,” he smiled a little.

“I know you would,” I sighed, looking over to the positive pregnancy test.
“Holy shit,” he groaned.

Alex: Even though Alex and I were in a pretty decent relationship I still refused to tell him when I found out. I told my mother first who stroked my hair as I sobbed, she was so kind to me. Then, there was my father who, the night I told him, lashed out at everyone.  He put me in his car and sped all the way to Alex’s house.
“No dad please,” I cried, trying to pull him back but he knocked, well, rather nearly kicked the door down of the Standall’s house.

“Do you mind,” Alex’s dad appeared a gun in one hand and an expression of anger plastered across his face.  “Mr Y/L/N, Y/N come in,” he said in a shocked tone.

“I’m not here for funny business, it’s your godamn son I’ve come to murder,” my father breathed out, causing me to cry a little more.
“Now what possibly has Alex done, I mean it’s one o’clock in the morning can’t this wait,” the Sheriff gave out a low chuckle.

“Got my daughter pregnant, that’s what,” my dad snapped, causing the other man’s lips to form an ‘o’ shape.  He went upstairs and a few moments later Mrs Standall and Alex appeared.  
“I’m sure you have a good reason to be here,” his mother sighed, taking a seat on the sofa and Alex sat next to me.  
“Oh, yes I do, your son has knocked up my daughter and now she’s pregnant,” Alex took his head into his hands, groaning continuously, while his mother, shut her eyes.
“Alex we’ve told you about safety,” his mother snapped, but Alex didn’t respond.  “Either way you’ve ruined this poor girl’s life, no matter how she solves this situation she’s going to regret something.”
“Well don’t worry we’re sorting this now,” his father said.

Justin: I waited to make my own decision of my own before telling Justin anything. I thought keeping this baby was the best choice, with or without Justin’s help. So, on Friday night, just before he was going out with Bryce I knocked on the front door of his apartment, revealing his drunk mother.
“What do you want,” she spat, I bit down on my lip.
“Is Justin here?” I asked and she pointed in the direction of his room, I wasted no time before letting myself in.
“Y/n,” he smiled patting the side of his bed where he was putting on his shoes.
“Justin, there’s something I’ve not been telling you,” I took a seat.  “I’m pregnant,” I sighed.
“Haha real funny Y/n, you best tell my mother she’ll be ecstatic,” he joked, not even raising his head.
“Justin,” I said in a low, warning voice. “I’m not kidding, I’ve had the scan.”
“Well then it’s pointless fucking telling me because I’m not interested, get an abortion I’m sure you can find that money,” he stood up, heading towards the door. “Wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean that, please don’t cry.” He could see the tears cascading down my face, he squatted down in front of me, chin leaning on my knee.
“Well, Justin I’ve decided I’m keeping this baby, it’ll be good for me, give me some responsibilities, stop myself from drinking every weekend,” I wiped the tears from my face.
“Me too, I need to pull myself together now, I know that I can probably get a job and find us a stable home, Y/N I will do that for you,” he whispered as I cupped his cheek.
“I know you will.”  

Jeff: I didn’t even tell Jeff I was pregnant, one day he was looking through my bag at school and saw the test.  I hid in the toilets all day, because 1: the rumour would be halfway around school already and 2: I couldn’t face Jeff, not knowing that we were young and he had such big aspirations for college and scholarships.
“Y/N,” I heard his delicate voice call, “I know you’re in here, you need to come out.” I simply cried more. I saw his feet appear from the bottom of the cubicle. “Look, I’m not going until I see you and we’ve spoke about it. You can’t just ignore this, Y/N you’re pregnant, carrying my baby. Babe, we need to discuss this, I know we didn’t plan it or anything but please, I need you.” I couldn’t see Jeff, but that didn’t mean I knew he was crying a little. I clambered off the toilet and unlocked the door to see Jeff in his P.E kit, his hair messy, cheeks dampened and red, eyes swollen. He opened his arms wide and I stood into them, feeling at home.  He was warm and I felt his hands caress my back, soothing me.  “Baby,” he whispered and I looked up at him.
“I’m so sorry,” I whimpered, my hands resting on his chest as I dropped my head in shame.
“Don’t be, Y/N you may not think this now but when we have- if I mean, if you want it, we can be a happy family. Only if you want, maybe our timing isn’t precise but I know my parents would support us and I would do anything for you, anything,” he told me. “Just think about this,” he smiled kissing the top of my forehead.

Secrets - Moriarty Version

Requested by anon:  Any Pairing: Reader x ?. I’ve got an idea where (Y/N) is hiding something and acting strange but when her boyfriend questions her about it, she avoids answering. This continues until he accuses her of cheating and during their argument she blurts out she’s pregnant (or something).

Pairing: Jim Moriarty x reader

Word count: 934

Warnings: None, I think.

A/N: I’m still utterly concerned about my Moriarty buuuuut I hope you guys like this.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by imaginingsherlock

“(Y/N)!” Moriarty exclaimed as he stormed into the fancy flat he and his girlfriend, (Y/N), shared.

“What is it, Jim?” She asked as she walked out of the bedroom and into the living room where Jim was.

“I heard something and I really, really, really, really need you to tell me if they are lying or not.” Jim spoke, changing his voice in each word. He was nervous, trembling, trying to contain his fierce anger. “If they are lying, I will kill them. If not…”

“You don’t scare me anymore, Jim.” (Y/N) spoke, “Go on, and tell me.”

Jim took a deep breath. How would he ask her, the one and only, his muse, his enchantress, his whole wide world, the reason why he killed so consciously now, his reason not to explode with his victims if the rumours he had heard were true?

What if the rumours were true? On his way home he had decided to kill her, but now that she was standing in front of him, so beautiful and charming, he couldn’t imagine himself pulling the trigger; and hiring someone to do it would be vulgar. Definitely not the kind of death a goddess like her deserved.

If he wasn’t jealous, or impulsive… He used to think his only weakness was that he was extremely changeable, but then she arrived – and she was a weakness on her own – and showed him a world he hadn’t seen before. She had shown him so many flaws in his persona, but she had also showed him that they could be loved.

He didn’t want to believe the rumours, she was too good; a gift from the gods, as an attempt to make him a better man. She couldn’t be spoiled like that.

“People saw you having tea with Sherlock Holmes.” Moriarty finally spoke.

“Yes, and?” (Y/N) lifted her eyebrow.

“You’re not denying it.” Moriarty mumbled.

“Why would I deny something that is true? Unless of course it will drag you out of jail, there’s no need to lie.” (Y/N) replied.

“Why were you taking coffee with him? He is my archenemy!” Jim exclaimed, (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“You two are real drama queens.” She said, “It was a business coffee.”

“There is no such thing as business coffee!”

“Just like there is no such thing as Consultant Criminal!” She snapped back and Jim’s mouth fell into a big, gasped O.

“HOW DARE YOU?” He was about to cry, “I can’t deal with you right now, not after dishonouring the name of my profession!”

“For God’s sake, Jim!” She exclaimed, dragging him to sit on the nearest couch. “Allow me to explain.”

“Is there really anything to explain?” He inquired dramatically, “You are seeing Sherlock Holmes behind my back… That’s basically cheating!”

“Ugh, shut up and listen for once in your life!” She ordered and Jim obeyed. In spite of being a real anarchist, he would always obey to her because he was too enamoured to try and destroy her wild soul – which was what got him in the first place. “It’s business, just to keep him out of our way for the next nine months.”

“Right, because we have something more important than crime in the next nine months!” Jim fumed, getting up from the couch.

“We do.” She said, pushing him back to sit.

“No we don’t.” Jim argued, getting up again.

“YES, we do.” She insisted, sitting him again.

“NO, we don’t.” Jim continued and got up again.

“Jim, honestly, haven’t you noticed something off about me?” He huffed.

“Except for your adventures with Sherlock, no.” He replied.

“That is exactly why you aren’t a detective.” (Y/N) snapped angrily.

“Right, because you are into detectives now.” Jim rolled his eyes.

“No, because I’m pregnant and your foolish head can’t see it!” Jim’s eyes widened.

“A… You’re…” (Y/N) nodded effusively.

“Yes, I’m pregnant and it’s yours.” She said before Jim could suggest that it was Sherlock’s.

“A criminal baby then!” Jim cheered, “I… I will teach him everything I know!”

“Or her.”

“Better if it’s a her, women tend to be better criminals.” Jim muttered, “Imagine the possibilities!”

“I would love to keep the baby away from jail until he or she can make their own decisions, if you don’t mind.” Jim laughed loudly.

“Yes, anything you want my lovely muse!” Jim left a rough kiss on her lips before carrying her over his shoulders and to the bedroom. “Now rest, my love,” he chanted, “this baby must grow like the super human he or she is.”

“Jim!” She giggled as he set her carefully over the silky sheets.

“I shall be your slave now, my dear,” he continued, “whatever you wish for will be granted.”

“You were already my slave, Jim.” She mentioned, and Jim’s sudden poetic outburst stopped, being replaced by a cheeky, yet shy, grin.

“For you, I would even stop being a criminal… But please, don’t ask for that, you know how much I enjoy it.”

“Wouldn’t dare to.” She winked, and Jim jumped in on the bed, crawling to be right by her side.

Maybe a child of the Napoleon of Crime himself wasn’t a good idea, or maybe it was. Jim would change so much in those nine months, and even more as the kid grew up. Maybe it was for the better. Whatever it was, (Y/N) was happy to see how supportive and excited Jim was about the whole situation. Contrary to the common belief, Jim Moriarty was a lover, and he was ready to give all of his love to (Y/N) and the baby.


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Mood Swings

Originally posted by caprisunashtonn

     Luke couldn’t stop the grin that was spreading out on his face as you waddled down the stairs. His eyes soaked in all of your pregnancy glory. Staring from your full cheeks that held a glow to your bulging belly. You looked stunning as ever. “What?” you mumbled at Luke, a frown on your face as you walked passed him towards the kitchen. You could feel his stare and it was making you a bit uncomfortable. 

“Just enjoying the view,” Luke smiled, “You look beautiful today.” You rolled your eyes at his words and began to rummage around the refrigerator. Luke wasn’t taking your standoffish attitude to heart. You were always moody after taking your naps and now that your were pregnant you became extra moody. 

“I look like cow,” you told Luke, hand rubbing over large belly. Luke was the one to roll his eyes this time. “Like a big ugly cow,” you continued to say. You grabbed a tub of cookie dough, then shut the fridge. For some reason you were extremely moody today. More so in a bad mood than anything. Luke watched as you grabbed a spoon from out a drawer and then trudge to the living room. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, knowing there had to be something that was on your mind. He sat down next to you and his hands reached out to rub over your belly. “Tell me what’s on your mind,” Luke said, leaning down to kiss at your stomach. You felt warmth spread over your skin at his actions. Luke mimicked the pout that you had on your face, then smiled. He was going to do anything he could to make you smile even if it meant annoying you. 

“I just feel…I feel big,” you sighed, scooping some cookie dough from out the tub and munching on it. “Everyone keeps talking about how I have this pregnancy glow and that I’m stunning, but all I feel like is a walking planet.” Luke bit at his bottom lip to hold in his laughter. He was actually waiting for this day to come. Knowing that at some point during this pregnancy you were going to get insecure about something. 

“You are big,” Luke stated, making you frown even more. “Let me finish. You are big because you’re growing a human inside of you. You’re creating life, baby,” Luke finished. You swallowed hard and continued to eat your cookie dough. “A lot of work is going on in there. You’re giving my princess everything that she needs so that she comes out healthy.” This made you smile and Luke grinned when he saw the reaction he got from you. His eyes widened in delight and he began to wiggle his eyebrows at you. He loved to see you smile.

“I love you. You always know what to say,” you smiled, leaning down to kiss him. He was right you were creating life and that’s the most beautiful thing ever.

“Do you love me enough to share some cookie dough?” Luke questioned, giving you a pout. Your eyebrows furrowed in thought and you tried to decide if you wanted to share your after nap snack. “I’ll buy you more if you do share,” Luke bribed, the smile on his face growing even more as you handed over the tub. He would always be there to put a smile on your face and of course eat your cookie dough. 

You Are In My Heart.

Prompts: “I don’t want to have a baby.” “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

Relationship: Lovers and Exs

Fandom: Young Justice

Character: Kaldur and Wally

Warning: Kaldur is an ass in this fic.

A/N: This fic wasn’t met to turn out the way it did. But it snowballed and I feel in love with how it turned out.

You swore that your heart broke with Kaldur’s words.

“I don’t want to have a baby.”


You had just told your fiancé Kaldur that you were pregnant which was a surprise seeing as you were an alien and he was an Atlantean. You thought that he would be happy at the fact that the two of you were having a child. Yes, earlier than you thought but still, instead he told you that he didn’t want the child growing inside of you. Then his com went off, he answered it and gave you a look. The team needed him.

“Go then, leave! See if I care!” You turned away from him, Kaldur left without a goodbye, the door closing sounding that he was gone from the apartment and for you out of your life. You packed up anything you needed in a suitcase called Wally since he was one of your closest friends and you knew he had a free room ever since Artemis and he broke up.

“Y/N. Hey, what’s up?” Wally asked as he answered your call.

“Hey, Walls. You still looking for a roommate?” You asked.

“Ya. Why you got someone looking to move out here?”

“Ya.”

“Who?”

“Me.” There was a pause as you when through the apartment getting anything you needed. After a minute Wally started to talk.

“What about Kaldur? You two are engaged and I thought living together?”

“Something happened that I don’t want to talk about over the phone. Can I stay for a bit?”

“Sure. I’ll fix up the guest room for you.”

“Thank you, Wally. You are the best.”

“Anything for you doll.” You smiled lightly as you finished getting everything together. You set your bags at the door, you when to the coffee table and wrote out a letter to Kaldur. Once you finished the letter you slipped silver engagement ring off your finger and set it with the letter. All you dreams with Kaldur had disappeared that afternoon. But you wouldn’t blame it on the baby, they hadn’t done anything wrong. You left your key to the apartment on the coffee table as well, there was no point in happening it. Picking up your bags you head out of the apartment building, getting a cab you gave the driver direction to zeta tube close by. Will it was a few blocks off to make it look they you were going to a pizza shop. Once you paid the man and got your bags you walked down the five blocks and unlocking the door to a building with a code you walked in. The building was empty, dust covered every surface, the windows were reinforced and tinted. You headed to the very back room and stood on the platform.

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Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Prompt : 7. “You’re pregnant?” 11. “You bought us a house?” - Requested by anon

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

You sat in the passenger seat, feeling your stomach churn as you went over and over how you were going to tell Bucky the news. 

He wanted to take you out for a drive, and being alone, you thought this would be the perfect time to tell him. Though you were scared of what his reaction would be. 

“Hey-” He drawled out, slipping his hand in to yours. “Are you okay?” 

Snapping out of your daze, you looked to him and flashed a soft smile. 

“Y-Yeah. Im fine.” You lied. 

Bucky pulled into a beautiful neighborhood, and parked the car in front of a house. It was breathtaking. Small little home painted white, with a porch. It was something you and Bucky would talk about. 

“You know you can always talk to me Y/N.” He said, turning his body to you, meeting your gaze. “No matter what it is.”

Looking into his eyes, you felt safe. And suddenly, your worries disappeared. 

“There’s something I need to tell you.” You whispered, looking down at your stomach, one hand caressing your belly. 

Bucky followed your gaze, and immediately knew just what you were going to say. 

“You’re pregnant?” He asked. 

The way he said the word ‘Pregnant’ made your stomach flutter. And now doubt and worry had washed over you. 

“Yes.” You sighed. 

Bucky glanced away, his silence torturing you to no end. 

You could feel yourself grow more concerned with every passing second. What was he thinking? 

“Say something, please.” 

He flashed a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he looked back at you. 

“Y/N, this is amazing.” He exclaimed. 

“Wait, you’re okay with this?” You asked. 

Bucky furrowed his brows, and nodded. “I am more than okay, I am completely happy about this.” He stated. 

Taking your hands into his, he locked his gaze with yours. “Y/N, I love you. You are my family and now, we are going to have a baby to add to our family. It’s beyond anything I could ever ask for.” 

You could feel the tears begin to well in your eyes. This moment right here was the moment you never wanted to forget. 

“There’s a reason I brought you out here.” He muttered. “Welcome home.” 

Snapping your eyes back to the cute little house you were previously awing at, you were hit with confusion. 

“You bought us a house?” 

Bucky nodded leading you to let out a squeal. 

“Oh my gosh” You exclaimed with excitement. “Can we-can we go inside?” 

“Of course.” He chuckled. “Its our home. We can go inside whenever we want.” 

Someone else to join - Bucky x Reader - Oneshot

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ Sooooo I’ve been very very quiet the last months, because I was super busy with my finals but now they are almost over. And while watching some videos on YouTube I got this idea, I had to write this. So let’s jump into it! I hope you enjoy! ♥

Words - 846

Warnings - crying but mostly fluff


Originally posted by jamesbuchananbarnesisbae


As you sit on the double bed in your bedroom, your legs and arms wrapped around a big cushion, you look over to your nighttable, your phone halfway charged. 

Your heart hammers against your chest, you pick up the phone, unplug it and dial Natasha’s number, but before pressing the inviting green button to call her, you delete the number again and stare at the clock on your phone.

It’s 2:36 pm and it shouldn’t take long until your husband is home. And you wanted him to know first. It is his right to know first, wasn’t it?

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Sex in cartoons, then and now

Then…

The Simpsons: “Hey, maybe your parents are still having sex!”

King of the Hill: “Hey, maybe your parents are still having sex, but you shouldn’t ask them about it because that’s rude.”

Family Guy: “Hey, maybe your parents are still having sex while wearing tight leather and pretending they’re characters from movies, cartoons, and games!”

South Park: “Hey, maybe your parents are still having sex even though they should stop because they’re old and gross and do weird experimental things because they’re bored of each other!”

Now…

The Amazing World of Gumball: “Your parents were pregnant before they were married and keep their bedroom door closed for a reason.”

Star vs the Forces of Evil: “Your parents have seen each other naked more than you’ve seen yourself naked.”

The Loud House: “Your parents got thrown out of a hotel because they got caught playing grab-ass in the pool.”

Steven Universe: “Your parents are definitely still having sex. It’s a beautiful, wonderful bonding experience, it feels good on so many levels, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’ll understand sooner than you think. Now sit back, relax, and let me scare you half to death with some out of left field body-horror and themes of war, murder, and betrayal.”