flutter-kicks

my little rosebud, I haven’t even laid my naked eyes on you and yet you’ve captured every ounce of my love. Every little movement, kick or flutter you make causes my heart do the same. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms and against my chest, feel your tiny beating heart against mine. I will cherish every moment our bodies are connected, but I cannot wait until our eyes meet for the first time.

27. “Everything hurts.”
29. “It hurts so bad I can’t breathe.”

Requested by Anon.

Stefan X Reader

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Stefan pulled you away from the party and into an empty room. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at you.

“What?” You exhaled, scrunching your face at him.

He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I am just curious why you won’t acknowledge me? It’s been what-” he looked up to the ceiling for a moment before meeting your gaze. “3 months now?”

You felt you stomach flutter, as anxiety kicked in. It has been a while since you’ve talked to Stefan. But you had your reasons.

“I’ve been busy. Now let’s get back to the party.” You muttered.

He didn’t make any movements. Instead just kept his gaze on you. “That’s crap. I’ve went to check up on you since you were clearly ignoring my calls and texts.” He stated. “Is there something I did?”

“You really don’t know do you?” You whispered.
“I’m in love with you Stefan. But you chose Elena. You always choose her.”

His eye brows furrowed and his mouth slowly opened.

“I thought I was over you because I mean, it’s been forever. But seeing you tonight, with her is killing me.” You felt the tears roll down your cheeks. “Everything hurts. It’s like you threw me in front of a bus. It hurts so bad I can’t breathe!”

“Y/N-”

“I want you to be happy. But I can’t sit here and watch you two. I’m sorry.”

Before he could say another word, you turned on your heels and immediately headed out to your car.

Leaving Stefan alone, confused and more importantly, ashamed.

He didn’t know if he should run after you or not. Even though every part of him wanted too.

Today is leg day, I’m not going to the gym so these are some home workouts I’m doing to target my legs if anyone’s interested in doing them:

• 4 sets of twelve squats
• 4 sets of 20 calf raises
• 100 mountain climbers
• 50 jumping jacks
• 35 second plank
• 40 bicycle crunches
• 45 second plank
• 3 sets of 15 leg lifts
• 30 second plank
• 30 second flutter kicks
• 1 mile run

anonymous asked:

Thank you for writing: I can't wait to see how Hanzo reacts. How about some baby fluff?

Thanks you for reading- and not baby (yet) but I hope it hits the spot


At first he thought it was the baby that woke him up.

That very well might have been the case- he could feel the little flutters and kicks inside his belly, the slow ache of his back- but more likely, it was the cowboy leaning over him that had disturbed him from his sleep.

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I want all of it. I want the shock of the BFP, the fun surprise of telling your family, the awful nausea, the flutters, the kicks, the ultrasounds and hearing the heartbeat, the growing belly, the picking out clothes and cribs and strollers, the pains of contractions and labor, and first time I am able to hold my baby, the sleepless nights, the breastfeedings, the snuggles, the dirty diapers, their first day of school, their first crush, the homework help, their first school dance, and everything and any single thing in between. The tears, the laughs, the struggles, and the joys of parenthood. Please let me become a mother, it’s all I want.

Imagine.

Eren and Levi are in bed, it’s been a long day and they’re both tired. Eren’s 8 months pregnant and has been steady losing sleep, too uncomfortable to rest soundly. Levi’s just worked three shifts and fell asleep at the dinner table, earning a reprimand from Eren.

But they’re finally in bed together - Levi has Eren tucked up against him, one hand on his stomach, almost falling asleep to the fluttering kicks of their baby. Eren has finally managed to successfully drift off.

The door cracks open, letting in a small flood of light that momentarily blinds Levi. He pretends to be asleep as their first child creeps in. The covers shift as their son climbs into bed and tucks himself up against Eren. Levi reaches up and ruffles the small head of black hair. He smiles as a few moments later, he can hear a tiny snore.

Life is good.

Baby (Tattoo Artist!Luke)

a/n: In which Tattoo Artist Luke… has a baby. Go figure. There’s a bit of smuttiness at the start, you know, cause that’s how babies happen. The rest of it is so cheesy you’re probably gonna have a stomach ache soz! Anyway, hope it lives up to your expectations lol
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masterlist | request | other Tattoo Artist Luke

Walking into your living room to find Luke on the couch, eyes closed, your tiny baby girl resting in his arms, and The Little Mermaid dvd menu stuck on repeat was probably your favourite thing to come home to. She always looked so delicate against the skulls on his knuckles and the black and white of his arms; a little blonde-haired, blue-eyed angel asleep amongst her dad’s tough exterior.

His eyes fluttered open as you kicked your shoes off and sat next to him, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your head on his shoulder. “Hi,” he whispered, leaning down to your face and dropping a quick kiss to your lips. You smiled back softly, your eyes following down his arm to where she lay quietly, a content sigh falling from your mouth. Truthfully, you couldn’t think of a time in life you felt more full – of love, of happiness. Sometimes it all felt a little too perfect, but every moment that lead to you sitting there with your little family was kept fondly in the recesses of your mind.

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To celebrate the start of the Olympics tomorrow, here is a masterlist of sport-related stories.

ARTHUR

Arthur and the Real Boy

Arthur, The Football Twat

Away Game

Boys Want Everything

Brush the Cobwebs (Out of the Sky)

Caught In a Bit of a Scandal

Champagne From A Paper Cup (Is Never Quite The Same)

Dew Point

Game, Set, Match

Game, Set,…Match?

Iced!

If You’re Wondering If I Want To…

Sixes And Sevens

The Dare

The Way to a Man’s Heart… Is Through His White Breeches

There Are No Gays In Football

This Silly Ol’ Dance Is Perfect For Two

MERLIN

Arthur’s the Prince of Wales and Merlin’s a pro-swimmer

Flutter Kick

Stop Watching

BOTH

Better Than Gold

Complications (With Spiderman T-Shirts and Optimistic Outcomes)

Losing My Head Over You

More Than Myself This Time

More to Life Than Glory

Not Every Win Gets a Medal

Patience And Persistence

Pushed To My Limits (To Make Me Better)

The Closing Ceremony

someone
picked up a guitar or a ukulele from the rubble

and began to sing about the light flutter
the kick beneath the skin of the earth
we felt there, beneath us

a warm animal
a song being born between the legs of her,
a poem.

—  Joy Harjo, “When the World As We Knew It Ended”
On a lighter note

I changed my nightly exercise a bit, thanks to a friend who suggested it to me! :)

I now do: 

15 sit ups

 
-10 second break- 

10 flutter kicks

 
-10 second break-

10 stomach crunches

-10 second break-

10 stomach crunches

-10 second break- 

10 stomach crunches

-10 second break- 

10 stomach crunches

-10 second break-

10 stomach crunches

-10 second break-

10 lunges 

-10 second break-

10 squats 

-10 second break- 

10 lunges

-10 second break- 

10 squats

-10 second break- 

10 lunges 

-10 second break- 

10 squats 

-10 second break- 

‘Mountain climbing’ 10 times 

-10 second break- 

'Mountain climbing’ 10 times

-10 second break- 

'Mountain climbing’ 10 times

And that’s about it. It’s a lot easier on my muscles now that I’ve been taking breaks in between. Before I used to just do 30 of all in one go. And 50 stomach crunches all in one go as well - that used to have me killed halfway through. Now I only tire out at the end.