fourth pregnancy

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{ Requested by @dkbksbcobk: I was wonder if you could make a Spencer Reid imagine where the reader is pregnant and her breasts are getting bigger and the reader randomly makes Spencer feel how big they’ve gotten and Spencer gets all flustered while rambling on about how it’s her breast milk (Hope your feeling better) }

(Okay, first of all - you sweetheart. I’m feeling a bit better now, thank you! x And of course! I decided to have Spence and the reader not in a relationship cause I like to make things awkward, lol x)


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Show: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x pregnant!Reader
Warnings: pregnancy

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Looking over the case file on your break, you groaned in pain. Ever since your fourth month of pregnancy, your breasts had become a lot more sensitive. A lot bigger too.

Spencer looked up from beside you, concern written on his face. “(Y/N), you okay?”

You glanced at the profiler. “Yeah, my chest just kinda hurts but then again, what’s new?” You smiled at him.

You were grateful to Spencer. Your partner had left you once they found out you were expecting which had left you in dismay. Spence, being the sweet person that he was however, stepped up to the plate to help take care of you. He would buy you whatever you needed, go to scans with you and even moved into your apartment so that he would be there to drive you to the hospital if need be.

You two had been labelled the “non lovers” by Rossi, however Morgan and JJ liked to tease you about less platonic feelings. You just shrugged it off. Yes, Spencer was attractive but you had bigger things to worry about.

Speaking of bigger…

“My breasts have gotten bigger too. I could get used to this.” You joked. You had always been what you deemed flat chested. “Feel them. It’s actually kind of cool.”

Spencer’s mouth opened and closed as he tripped over his words. “ I-I couldn’t possibly…”

You playfully rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand. “No need to be shy, Spence. They’re just breasts. Here.”

You placed his hand on your left breast. His hand lay motionless, afraid to move before it started to squeeze gently.

“See? Cool, huh?”

Spencer swallowed, nodding his head. “You know, women’s breasts start to get bigger around the six to eight week mark and continue to grow throughout pregnancy. And around the third month, your breasts start producing colostrum which is the milk your baby will get when he starts nursing..”

You grinned fondly at your friend. “I’m lucky to have you, you know.”

“Why’s that?”

You shrugged. “You’ve been such a great help to me, I was scared to go through this alone. You’re just… You.”

Spencer’s face flushed even more.“ I’m sure you wouldn’t have been alone. T-The team would have-”

“Spence?”

“Yeah?”

“Take the compliment.”

Spencer let put a chuckle. “Thank you. It’s no problem at all.”

You both sat there in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

“Any leads - Why are you groping (Y/N)’s boob?”


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On Thursday, I was supposed to go to the homeschool co-op for the kids’ orientation day.  It was nearly 100 degrees outside, so husband suggested I stay home with A, and he’d accompany the boys.  It was a pretty quiet day, A and I just hung out at home and chilled out.  I picked up a little, baked a little, no big deal, just three days overdue and tired. 

Everyone came home that afternoon, and we picked up burgers for dinner.  Around 6 o’clock I started having what seemed like Braxton Hicks contractions.  They didn’t contract my whole abdomen, nor did they start from my back and radiate forward.  They did, however, come with a strange shooting pain that went downward into my pelvis.  I thought this was strange, but I timed them, and they weren’t regular.  Ten minutes, five minutes, twelve minutes.

This went on for three and a half hours.  Then at 9:30, they became regular.  It still didn’t feel like labor, these contractions felt nothing like my previous pregnancies.  But they started coming every five and a half minutes.  At 10:30, husband and I went upstairs, and they started becoming more painful.  Husband had said he was going to go take a bath, but I asked him to please stay with me and keep me company.  Later, he said that’s when he knew something was up.  

The contractions kept on like that for another 45 minutes, so I texted my mom and asked her to come over.  The plan was for her to come sit with the kids while the in-laws drove down, and then she would come join us at the hospital.  I took a shower while waiting for her to come, which relieved my pain and made me lose track of the contractions.

At this point, I still wasn’t completely convinced I was in labor.  It just didn’t feel the same.  In the past, my whole abdomen would contract, radiating tightness from my belly button.  Husband could feel them from the outside.  This time, the contracting was focused lower and more internally.  In the past, the most comfortable position was side-lying, this time it was sitting up with my legs criss crossed.

Husband and I were both so unsure about it at first, that he didn’t want to call his parents.  It was the middle of the night on a Thursday, he said he would wait until I was admitted at the hospital to call.

By the time my mom got here, I was certain this was probably labor, no matter how different it was.  I would get on all fours for relief when a contraction came, and could no longer talk through them.  Husband was still unsure, so we made a deal that if they stayed steady in the car, he would call his parents.

We drove to the hospital, and arrived a little after midnight.  When we arrived at the labor and delivery desk, they said that they would be assigning us to the last bed available, but would check me before registering me, because it was a busy night.  I made it to the room, changed into the hospital gown and waited to be examined.  Upon examining me, the nurse chuckled and said, “Yeah, you’re six centimeters, you’re not going anywhere.”

This was a big surprise, of course.  I had spent most of the night doubting whether I was actually in labor, now here I was dilated to six.  The nurse started the lengthy process of checking me in, and warned me to tell her if the pain started getting worse or if I needed to bear down, since I was clearly progressing quickly.  Before we were even halfway through the registration, my pain was getting worse, and she checked me again, and I had dilated another centimeter.

At this point, I was getting a little panicky.  I knew I wanted an epidural, and I could see the window closing.  I knew my babies are big and they deliver fast and, to be quite honest, I don’t want to associate the birth of my children with horrendous screaming pain if I don’t have to.  Anyway, the nurse got the anesthesiologist in right away, before I had even signed the consent form for the epidural.  I was able to feel lots of pressure, but no pain, which is really cool, because I could feel my contractions, they just didn’t hurt.  

Despite epidurals slowing things down, everything progressed pretty quickly after that.  Over the course of the next 60-90 minutes, my mom arrived at the hospital and I dilated all the way to 10.  The nursing staff tried to reach my doctor, but it was a holiday weekend and they had no luck, but I had met her partner who was on call, and was energetic and capable and had a warm bedside manner.

When it was time to push, things went really quickly.  I managed to deliver her within the span of two contractions.  I could feel lots of pressure and I could see the doctor’s face bunched up in concentration.  Turns out the umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby’s shoulder, so the doctor was carefully maneuvering her as I delivered to prevent any complications.  Whatever she did, it worked, and our little girl was born at 3:10am. 

The afterbirth went quickly and the doctor told me there was no need to provide any stitches, as once again, I hadn’t torn.  Husband cut the cord and they laid the baby on my chest as they cleaned her up a bit.  The hospital has a new policy of an hour of skin to skin contact before weighing the baby or anything like that.  It was really nice, because in the past, I had to ask for that, but this time it was just a given.

Baby girl had an apgar score of 9/10, and was pink and plump.  After her first big cry, she settled into these little squeaks and snuffles, she sounded just like an ewok, which was incredibly adorable at the time, though would later require lavage, as she had taken in a lot of amniotic fluid on her way out.  She latched on almost immediately, and stayed there until our hour of skin to skin time was up.  The nurse finished cleaning her up, and weighed her, she weighed 7 lbs 14 oz, which makes her the tiniest of all my babies.

By the time she was all clean and swaddled and returned to me, it was 5:30 in the morning.  My mom took a turn holding her, and headed home, and we were transferred to the mother-baby unit of the hospital.  Things were still busy in labor and delivery.  Our nurse thanked us for letting her be part of what she called a beautiful birth experience.  Turns out she had been on a cesarean streak and hadn’t been part of a vaginal birth in several weeks.  I think in my sleep deprived state, I may have thanked her for not sharing that before the birth.

We stayed at the hospital just for one day.  Baby and I were both doing well, but the in-laws were in over their heads with the three boys, so we headed home.  Surprisingly, everything has been easy except for breastfeeding.  I thought with six years experience, it would be no big deal, but that’s not the case.  My supply is fine, but baby girl’s latch is extremely shallow.  She retracts her tongue to the back of her mouth more often than not.  I’m having a really hard time catching the right position, with her tongue fully extended.  The result is bruised and bleeding nipples.  She only cries when she’s hungry, so I rush it and give her the breast when she gets frustrated because she sounds so heartbroken.  

Other than that, I can’t get over how mellow she is.  All she needs is some milk in her belly and a snuggle and she is happy as a lamb.  I’ve been holding her all day and all night and enjoying her newborn smell and her soft skin and her little eyes that look all around when she’s awake, and flutter gently closed when she is sleepy.  The boys are all in love with her, even A, who took three days to acknowledge her and now wants to hold her all the time and keeps trying to bring her toys and water and all the things that he himself loves.  If this is indeed our last baby, then I can say that we are truly fortunate to be having such a wonderful experience of it so far.

Oh God. I’m Pregnant!?

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1476

Author’s Note: This is the second part to Back Massages. I hope you guys like this because I have doubts. Thanks to @nothisisstiles for telling me to write this and @smutandahalf and @sarcasticallystilinski for looking at it for me! You guys da best!

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Ever So Many Pups (Werewolf AU! Chanyeol)

Originally posted by dailyexo

Type: Fluff

Request: Halloween requests??? Yay!!! Could I please have a scenario with EXO’s Chanyeol where you two are taking care of your werewolf babies? Thanks! (:


“My very first daughter” he said happily as he touched the light material of the blanket your newborn daughter was wrapped in.“Yoonso” he hummed softly “Chanyeol may I have her?” you asked your husband who looked away from her and headed towards you “she’s so tiny” he comments as he takes a seat beside you on the large bed. “You always make such lovely babies” he tells as he pats your forehead with his sleeve “now why don’t my girls rest while I talk to the pack” he says as you nod.

Chanyeol left the room with a large smile etched onto his face. The other members were in his living room entertaining his young sons. Chanyeol was teased for being the father of the back. You and your husband found eachother long before you started going through heat and once you guys started there was no stopping you.

This was the fourth pregnancy and the 7th pup as you were known for your twins. All three sets were boys and only ranged to 5 years old. While the other members were getting to have their 1 or set of twins for the first time. “I officially have a daughter” he said with a large smile.

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The next month consisted of a rather lovely recovery. You were up and mobile and Chanyeol had stepped up in helping take care of your house filled with babies. The eldest at 5 were Namgi and Namil, then came 3 year olds Dongmin and Sungmin, then 1 ½ year olds Yonghwan and Yongjin. Then his ever so sweet baby girl Yoonso. 

“Babe!” Chanyeol called from the kitchen table as you rushed out holding your daughter “what’s wrong?” you asked him. He lifted up Yongjin’s top lip “he’s got his first wolf tooth” he says as his one canine was growing sharper than his other ones “ow” he then exclaimed as his son sunk his tooth into Chanyeol’s thumb so he’d let go and could go back to eating. “Ah my boys” Chanyeol says happily messing up the mass of hair on the top of Namgi’s head “now my perfect little princess. Look at you” he says getting up and venturing over to you as he took his daughter from you. 

“Chanyeol” you say as he looks up from her “I don’t want to have any other children okay” you tell him “it’s fine babe. We have seven babies as it is” he whispered as you smiled. “I got my wish as well. A daughter to love dearly” he hummed to you as you nodded. “And I have a wife who has been ever so willing to please my needs for a family” he continues “I can’t ask for better than I have” he kissed your forehead sweetly. “The boys come to me for advice. Ever since Minseok got his wife pregnant with the twins he’s been asking so many questions” he told you as he rubbed his daughter’s head. “Come I made you your favorite breakfast omelet so you can sit down and eat with Yoonso while I get the boys to brush their teeth” he says as he glances over at the table to see that the only one still there was Dongmin who was busy drinking his juice “good luck” you tell him as he sighs but holds his head high and takes off to hunt down his other son’s. 

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“I know my little puppy” Chanyeol coos as he watches you look up from the book you were reading to the boys “she got startled by me jumping on the bed” he explained as you rolled your eyes. “Come on my tiny princess. Daddy is so sorry. How about we sit down and listen to the story. Hm?” he cooed as he took a seat beside you. Soon Chanyeol’s lap became prime real estate as he simply sat there and let whoever managed to do it to climb on. He patted his daughter’s back as his eyes went to you. “I want a doggie” Namil says to Chanyeol who sends a look “give it about what 2 years. You’ll be a doggie and mommy and daddy will take you out places” Chanyeol told him as he grew excited at the thought. A Park adventure. “Come on mommy wants to read ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ really? They’ll think we eat grandmas and children” Chanyeol says as you laugh “your children like the dark version of the story more than the one in the loser story books” you tell him as he sighs but leans back listening to you read the rest of the story.

setthestarsxnfire  asked:

I HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY AND SINCE YOU ASKED, HOW ABOUT HC ABOUT V REACTING TO MC BEING PREGNANT? ITS HIS CHILD BTW

You bit your lips nervously. Picking up the fourth pregnancy test with trembling hands, once again it had the positive sign. Tears of happiness escaped your eyes that made its way slowly down your cheeks. The beating of your heart raced and right away you began preparations. You grabbed his camera and quickly took pictures of all four pregnancy test. Even though you weren’t showing, you took a picture of your stomach. 

You grabbed a scrapbook that has been collecting dust on one of the shelves and gently cleaned it. You reprinted some old pictures and slowly began making a time line of the journey you and Jihyun had together. Reminiscing the old memories you two had together caused more tears to stain your cheeks. From your first group photo to pictures of a simple coffee date. To your guys first festival together to the time he asked you to be his significant other. There were even random photos of the road trips that you two taken together. 

The last page had the pictures that you recently took. Under them you simply put ‘Thank you for all the memories. Thank you for being such an amazing soulmate. Thank you for allowing me into your heart and mind. I cannot wait to start new memories with you’.  

You smiled and hid the scrap book so Jihyun wouldn’t see it. Anticipation and anxiety filled your veins wondering how he was going to react. You wanted to remember his reaction forever so you hid his camera and put it on record. A few minutes later, Jihyun showed up from work and you ran to him to give him a welcome home kiss. You brought him to the perfect angle of where the camera was set up. 

You sat him down and told him to close his eyes. Quickly you ran to the scrapbook to place it in his large warm hands. He open them and his beautiful smile appeared. His fingers were delicate while turning the pages. He laughed about the memories and he never felt more alive while looking at the pictures. When he got to the last page, his perfect eyes shot wide open. His hands trembled and his face was tinted with pink. He dropped the book and picked you up in his arms. 

“Thank you for blessing me. Thank you for showing me how life can actually be beautiful. You are the reason why I went through all the surgeries and I’m glad I did. You are the strongest woman I have ever met.” he managed to say between cries. 

He let you down gently and made eye contact with your stomach. He picked up your shirt and gave it a long kiss. The smooching sound reminded you of the wedding bells that you heard on your wedding day. He traced your initials with his on your stomach with his fingertips. 

His beautiful mint orbs looked deep into yours, “I don’t deserve this, you are perfect for me. I am glad that there is something in this world that can finally show how much I am in love with you (y/n). You and this child will be the reason why I get up in the morning. Thank you for making me feel alive. Thank you for blessing me with your love. Thank you for giving me the honor of you carrying my child.” 

He stood up and gave you a deep passionate kiss.  

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Losing a life

THANK YOU SO MUCH @andreasumbra For the help!! Love you bby!!

6. “ I lost the baby.”
10 .”We can’t keep this up forever.”
36 .” I’m so in love with you.”
41. “I’m pregnant.”


WARNING DEPRESSING ENDING.

The radio beamed with music, everyone was shouting, bodies being thrown about needlessly, you knew everyone was having a good time. Except for one man, he only sat at the bar, a drink resting in his hand, you walked up to him, sitting down on the stool next to him. “No fun?”

He turned towards you, he wore a maroon suit, tightly fit around his body, a white button up shirt underneath that. His hair was waved back with gel, it almost looked like he had a half pompadour. “Hmm?”

The thick club music drowned out any chance of you hearing him and the other way around, so in a quick act, you pulled out your phone, typing into notes. ‘No fun?’

A half smirk came to his face. He got out his phone and typed in something in his notes, ‘Date ditched. Most likely out bathroom window.’

You let out a laugh at his reply, you were in the same boat and instantly typed,’So, that makes both of us.’ His smirk turned into a smile that made your heart beat faster. He typed in,’I’ll get you a drink, on me since we’re both pretty lonely.’

You smiled at him and couldn’t help but blush as he got you a drink, setting the liquor down in front of you. The both of you continued to type in your notes to talk to each other since the music was still very loud, in all honesty you most likely would’ve been able to understand him, but typing in notes was more convenient. The beer was getting to you, your vision blurring and eyes starting to sting. He was looking the same way, his eyes red and his spelling now deteriorating.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror, you started to cheer yourself on, “you got this.”

“Date the hot dude.” You pointed to yourself in the mirror, a girl walked in and you instantly became silent, walking out of the bathroom and avoiding the young girl

Once you came out, you were pinned to the wall with your arms above your head. You looked up to see the man from earlier, Tom. You saw lust in his eyes, caused by the strong liquor in his system.

He slowly leaned in to give you a kiss, you were surprised at first but quickly gave in and kissed back. He pulled away and started kissing your neck, you bit down on your lip. He stopped, causing you to feel a little sad, but he made up for it, taking your hand in his.

“Where are we going?” You asked confused, Tom turned to face you, “Want to head back to my place and have a little fun?”

Both of you hopped in the back of an uber, you noticed something strange that night. A group of people with camera’s were following behind him, flashing on and off as you guys drove off. You reached his flat, he pushed the door open, a wave of fear washed over you for a minute, you had hoped he wasn’t some strange murderer.

He took your hand, looking at you with a craving, you pulled him into you, kissing his neck as you played with the hem of his pants. He picked you up from under your bum, you giggled in delight. He started to carry you up a pair of stairs, kissing your neck, Tom reached a room, throwing you onto the bed in satisfaction.

Tom crawled onto you, his lips instantly back onto your neck, you played with the buttons on his shirt, quickly unbuttoned his suit. You smiled at his body, he was so fit, “kiss me.”

You did as you were told, placing your lips on his as you pulled him towards you, you collided harshly, you rolled on top of him, he stared at you in admiration.

…….

You opened your eyes, the light flooding in and drowning you, you gasped covering your eyes. When your eyes were finally adjusted to the bright light, you looked around, you were in a large bed covering in white blankets. This is not your room. Your memory was foggy and your headache wasn’t helping you remember either.

You heard a noise that seemed to be coming from the other side of the bed. You turned around to see a handsome man, he was asleep and he had no shirt on. You looked down to see yourself in a white button up shirt, you turned red from embarrassment, realizing what had happened last night.

In a quick stir, you got up and started to change into your clothes, hoping to not wake the person on the bed. You finished changing, turning to see if you had everything, once you did, you tried to walk out.

A hand grabbed ahold of your wrist, you jumped up in shock, not thinking about how you should react to him holding you. You turned around to see that the man you slept with was wide awake, his hand on your wrist which stopped you from leaving.

“Please don’t leave,” he begged in a raspy voice, he sounded sleepy, but it was so attractive. You blushed a bit and he let go of your wrist, “I know what happened. It was the liquor, but I really like you.”

The boy only seemed to speak with honesty, sincere on his comment, you looked to the door once and turned back to him, it wouldn’t hurt to stay here.You sighed and decided that you didn’t always want to be single.

“Okay then, I guess we can give it a shot,” You told him with smile, sitting down on the ground in front of him.

Tom had eventually won you over and you two became official.You had found out certain things about Tom, like he is an actor, the only detrimental part is that he is always gone, working on the new spiderman movie.

When he comes back, you both have as much time with each other as you can. The days varied on what you would do, but it mostly would be full of cuddling, others would be more touchy, and some were lazy.

After 3 months of dating Tom, you started feeling sick, you couldn’t hold down anything, and you woke up to consistent puking. You felt nauseous and dizzy as well as pain, but you were used to it, considering it’s been happening for awhile now. Tom was out filming, luckily, he was coming back late that day.

The day went by slowly, the pain just surging through your body, you ached and felt terrible no matter what you did. You got up, grabbing your car keys and driving to a walk in clinic, hoping they would find the source of the problem.

You checked yourself in, waiting behind a few other people, you decided reading a magazine would be the best way to pass time. “Miss Y/N Y/L/N.”

When you got called in, the nurse asked you a lot of questions, which you answered honestly. She wrote all of the answers down on a piece of paper, she smiled at you, telling you the doc would be in after a few minutes. You were left in a room by yourself, nothing to do but sit and stare at white walls.

You felt nervous as you thought up scenarios about what was wrong with you. ‘Hopefully it’s not too bad,’ you thought to yourself. An older man walked in the room, his nametag said, ‘Dr. Flynn.’
“Nice to meet you, I am Doctor Flynn.” You shook his hand as he reached it out to you, you smiled at him, he looked down at a clipboard, “so my nurse says you have constant dizziness and nausea?”


You nodded at him, hoping he would find out what is wrong with you, “are you okay with me asking personal questions, Miss Y/N?”

“Yes of course.” He set down the clipboard, turning towards you as if he was getting to the real hard hitting questions, “when was the last time you had sex?”

“About a month ago.” He nodded, “When was the last time you had your period?”

You had to think back for that question, realizing it had actually been awhile since you had your period, “I should be getting it sometime soon.”

“The reason I am asking, is because my nurse and I both believe you are pregnant.” Your breath hitched as those words escaped the doctor’s mouth, you couldn’t be pregnant, you had just now fallen for Tom. What would he think?!

Dr. Flynn noticed your panic, “We aren’t saying you are, but you have common symptoms of first month to fourth month of pregnancy.”

Tom would be concerned about this, he already had alot of stress on him from the Spiderman movie, including this would just be the cherry on top. “Can I take a test?” You asked, your voice not as strong due to the shock from the news.


“The test could take up to a day to get the results back.” You shook your head, you didn’t have a day, tonight would be Tom’s last night home for almost 2 weeks, you need it now. “Can you make it a rush order?”

Dr. Flynn cocked his head, curious as to the reasons why, “My boyfriend, Tom, tonight is his last night home..”

“Ohh.” He nodded, “here is what we’ll do. Take it town and I’ll have it ready by 4 pm tonight.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around the older man, “thank you..”

It had faded into the night, Tom was to be home in 40 minutes and you had to be at the hospital in 10. You drove quickly, pulling in and hopping out to run inside, grabbing the results, Dr. Flynn pulled you back there, wanting to see how you would react to opening the results.

You ripped open the envelope, seeing a note saying positive. The blood test came back with signs of pregnancy, your breath catching in your throat, “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”You grabbed the piece of paper explaining the blood work, but you didn’t know what you were going to say to Tom. You walked out of the office, still not able to process the fact that you were going to have a baby.

You decided to run to the store, looking for something special, you found something that was perfect, you got home and wrapped it quickly.You prepared a dinner once you got home, you made Tom some spaghetti, but your heart was still racing with fear, hoping you could tell him sooner rather than later.

The sound of a car door slamming rang in the distance, you stood there, waiting for Tom to walk inside. The door opened, Tom called out your name in his thick accent, “Y/N, love where are you?”

Tom walked into the kitchen, a backpack on his shoulder, sweats and a shirt on, “well don’t you look sexy.”

He nodded, walking up to you, he kissed your lips, “you look a little sick, babe.” He walked past you, picking up a plate and starting to eat, “I have a present for you before dinner.”

Excitement rushed to Tom’s face, he was such a child, you handed him a present wrapped in christmas wrapping paper. He laughed at it, looking at you, “It was all we had.”

You rolled your eyes as he carefully unwrapped the present, he pse the neatly unwrapped paper to the side, “please don’t tell me you aren’t gonna use that again.”

“Then I can’t tell you.” He stuck his tongue out at you, smiling jokingly, “wait wait.” You pulled out your phone, turning it on a live video, instantly people started to watch, since you were Tom’s girlfriend, you knew people would be all over your feed, hoping to see Tom.

He looked up at the phone, “please don’t tell me you got us a cat.” You laughed at him, you now wish you had a cat in the box too, but you shook your head.

“Open the box” Tom did as he was told, taking the top off the box, he looked inside, there was only blue and pink tinsel and filling paper. “You got me a box with tinsel and paper?”

You shook your head, watching as Tom dug deeper into the bag, he finally pulled out the intended gift, it was a small spiderman onesie, he looked up at you, confused at first, “princess, this might be a little tight.”

“It’s not for you.” The people in the comments got it before Tom did, soon they were commenting #babyspiderman

Tom still wasn’t understanding, but he then pieced it all together, he looked down at your belly then you, he had tears in his eyes almost instantly, “you’re-”

Tom almost couldn’t get the words out, so you spoke for him, “im pregnant.” Tom stood up, walking to you, putting his hands on your waist, looking down at your stomach in happiness, Im so in love with you.

He kissed you, holding you in his arms, he looked at your phone, the comments were blowing up your phone, some positive, some negative, but mostly positive. “#babyspiderman huh?”

“Can we name him Peter?” You laughed at Tom, putting your hands around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. “You can name him or her whatever you want to.”


2 months seemed to past since you have been pregnant, you had grown in size, Your sense of gravity has changed completely, you were heavier in the front, compensating for the new life inside you. You had been taking care of yourself, Tom took a few more weeks off to make sure you were okay but they couldn’t delay a movie so he had to be gone again.

You had been home alone, walking around, your back in pain. You had recognized the pain in your stomach, feeling a tearing at the inside of you, but then, you could feel something drip down your leg. You looked down, seeing a clear liquid draining out of you.

Panic washed over you, “no… no.. no..” You needed help, the pain worsened, not being able to feel anything but that pain, you let out a wince as you fell to your knees, your arms on the ground, rolled into a ball of pain.

You pulled out your phone dialing 911, “hello, ma’am what seems to be the problem?”

“My water just broke.” you let out a cry, another shock wave of pain coming over you, “ambulance is on their way, how far along are you?”

“5 months.” You stated quickly, letting out another scream of pain, “okay ma’am I need you to sit down. Don’t do any quick movements.”

After 10 minutes the ambulance arrived, they pushed the door open, rushing to where you were, they noticed that the water was now turning into blood, “she is losing the baby.”

You shook your head, “no please, save my baby!” You cried out. You were panicking as you saw more blood. You sobbed as the people in the ambulance tried helping you, they had numbed the pain in your stomach.

No matter how hard they tried, you had already lost your baby.From the loss of your blood, you started to fade, tilting your head back as your vision spotted. The only thing you could really see were the flashes of cameras, you realized what it was, the paparazzi.

The medics reacted, putting you in the back of the ambulance and driving you to the nearest hospital but the paparazzi wasn’t far behind. You closed your eyes, hoping they could still save your baby, but just as you faded, so did your hope.

You woke up in a strange room, nothing but white surrounding you, you saw an older woman, her heart looked to be sunk in her chest.

“Miss Y/N, we are sorry for your loss,” they told you. Your breath hitched. You looked down to your stomach in fear, your baby was gone. You started to cry. “N-No! N-n-not my baby…!” you cried into your hands.

They needed to clean you up and see if anything else in your body got hurt, any organs that have been pushed upon. You laid on the bed, exhausted both mentally and physically, not wanting to think about what just happened.

They called Tom so he could know where you were. He was coming back in two days, which gave you mixed emotions. You wanted him with you right now, his arms around you, comforting you in this time of lose.

But, no matter how bad you wanted him here, you weren’t ready to face him. Or anyone for that matter. You didn’t want to see your friends, or your family.

The doctor walked into the room, she held a clipboard, “so we did a few tests on your body. Your body wasn’t able to withstand the baby. You were slowly killing yourself the farther you went into the pregnancy.”

You nodded, holding your hand in sadness, a tear dropped onto your lap, and that’s when the flood of tears started. “It’s okay..”

The doctor put her hand on your shoulder, hoping to comfort you, but all you wanted was to cry, not feel better, that meant you had to move on and you didn’t really want to move on. “You are allowed to go home tonight. We have someone who will bring you home.”

You got up off the bed, putting on some new clothes, tears still coming from your eyes. You walked out of the room, and soon out of the hospital. Once you were out of the hospital, a crowd of paps started to bubble you, all you could do is get to the car fast enough.

When you got home, you immediately took a shower since you felt dirty and the water relaxed you. Once you changed into comfortable clothes, you laid in bed and watched tv, as tears rolled down your face. You and Tom were so happy to be parents, but it got taken away instantly.

You cried yourself to sleep, alone without a baby kicking and keeping you up until the early mornings. The next day, you got up, brushed your teeth, and changed into more comfortable clothes. You weren’t planning to go anywhere today, you got yourself some breakfast and watched tv again.

It wasn’t hard to fall into a deep depression from losing your child, all you could do is think about crying and how Tom was going to react.

Later, the sound of the door opening filled your ears. You heard footsteps and looked up. Tom was standing there in front of you, sadness in his eyes, as well as regret. He felt horrible seeing you so heartbroken. He could tell that you’ve been crying due to your puffy eyes. You haven’t said anything since he came in.

Your lip quivered and you cried into his chest, “ i lost the baby.” he held you close as his tears fell as well. The both of you were hurting. He regretted that he wasn’t there at the hospital with you when you needed him the most.

We can’t keep this up foreverTom,” He knew what you were talking about, nobody knew that you lost the baby besides Tom and the workers at the hospital. “We need a break from social media..”

You agreed with what Tom had said, hoping you would soon get more time with him. “We have to announce it..’

Both of you knew that there was suspicion rising about Baby Spiderman, ever since there were photos of you at the hospital released. “I have an idea…”

Tom grabbed the box with the onesie, pulling out his phone and taking a photo of it, he added it to Instagram, the caption reading, “You may come a whole lot later than expected, but someday Baby Spiderman..”

Your heart broke when you read the caption, only feeling the sadness as Tom was. He pulled you into him one more time, holding you close, “I’m staying here. As long as you need me. As long as you want me.”

Tom kissed your forehead, he wanted to make it all better but no pain can describe what you feel when you lose your own baby. “Someday Princess…”

anonymous asked:

Harry talks, him dealing with your out of control hormones when pregnant.

I kinda just documented the whole pregnancy bc this talk got me excited. Xoxo

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The day you and Harry found out that your family was expanding by one precious little human was quite literally the happiest day in both of your lives. There was nothing but loving words whispered amongst misty eyes and heavily beating hearts as Harry would gather you in a long, tight embrace; the fourth pregnancy test sitting on the bathroom counter bearing witness to Harry’s hands palming the soft skin of your belly from above your sweater and his kisses dropping down to your head, your damp cheeks, your dainty fingers.

The day your OBGYN confirmed what the both of you already knew in your hearts Harry had started documenting the pregnancy. He insisted you stand next to the wall, a sports bra on with your arms slightly cradling your still flat belly. With his Polaroid camera he took the first picture of hundreds. He had even gone out to purchase another vintage leather journal to start to document your eating habits, your sleep, mood, and any other comments he found pertinent. You loved how excited he was; he had a lighter air about him and as you two would lay in bed at night he would play with your fingers in the moonlight, giving breath to endless possibilities for your, his, and the precious baby’s lives. “Jus’ can’t stop thinking about the babe.” He’d have a far off look in his eyes that would cause you to fix him with a watery smile. “I can’t believe he or she is in there… a part of me and you, love.” And he’d pepper your face and belly in kisses amidst “I love you’s.”

When your morning sickness got bad Harry was right there with you, holding up your curly hair and rubbing your back. He’d make you warm tea before scribbling intently in the journal. You’d watch him curiously and he’d raise his head “finish your tea love..”

Your first sonogram filled both of you with a feeling that was indescribable. You had never seen Harry so humble, so soft spoken, and in awe. The room was nearly silent; it felt too holy too precious for any words. In that moment Harry would feel the closest he had ever felt to you.

You were the sweetest woman many people had ever met, even sweeter than the candies you had found yourself craving like crazy. So it came to a surprise to Harry when your first really bad mood swing surfaced. It would be over something silly like the lack of scented candles in your home (you enjoyed them more now that you were pregnant). Harry would be taken aback but would quickly compose himself as you felt a vicious temper flare. “It’s ok, love…” and “you want to go shop for some? We can go right now.” Harry knew you like the back of his hand so he knew his calm tone and sweet, coaxing words would help bring you down; you were his wife after all.

But Harry was the absolute best during your third trimester when the pain in your feet became unbearable and even the mere mention of Harry leaving to the store had you breaking down in tears. He’d massage your swollen feet for hours without complaining, engaging you in silly conversation that would have you laughing so hard the baby would kick. And he’d drop everything to be by your side and comfort you, showing you the polaroids of your growing belly and the sonograms that would make your feel so content. And when you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, he’d wake up at the call of his name and help you rub cocoa butter on your round belly and tell you stories about his band days, causing you to giggle and forget that your back was aching and your stretch marks were spreading.

And when that fateful day came when your water broke, Harry was right by your side, never once leaving you even when you cursed his name and cried during labor and delivery.
And once your precious little angel was in your arms, Harry would call your name softly before giving you the leather journal that had been by his side as he was by your side through the pregnancy. You’d hand him your precious baby before opening the journal with shaky fingers.

“10/23
I’ve never thought I could love her more than I did yesterday, but as I held her in my arms, the doctor affirming three times that life is growing inside of her, my love for Y/N grew tenfold….”

With tears you would flip to another page, the first sonogram stuck to the thick page. The fact that Harry had written little love notes amidst the documentation of the pregnancy would cause you to burst into tears.

“Shush, love. Don’t cry..” Harry would murmur lovingly down at you, the small addition to your family asleep and looking so perfect in his arms.
And you’d smile up at him through your tears, three words on your lips and an intense, burning love deep in your heart.

Pregnancy Changes You

A/N: So I’ve had two anon requests for a Spencer x Reader where they both work for the BAU and she’s currently pregnant. He’s even more in love than before and is enjoying the changes her body is going through. @coveofmemories

                                                             —–

“How’re you feeling today?” Morgan asked as you walked into the BAU that morning. 

You were pregnant. Seven months pregnant. You were the size of a bowling ball and were waddling like a penguin. “How do you think I’m feeling?” you snapped playfully. “I feel fat. My boobs are humongous. I can’t even see me feet anymore. This kid is using my bladder as a squeeze toy, so I have to pee every five seconds…” As you continued to ramble, Spencer laughed and came to stand by your side. 

“At least you have that beautiful pregnant lady glow around you, right?” Morgan said. Spencer shook his head - a warning. Don’t get me started on that. “Right?” He looked scared as you glared at him. 

Never. Miss. With a Pregnant Woman. “You wanna know where that glow comes from?” you yelled as the rest of the team came to say good morning. As your voice picked up, Rossi immediately turned around and walked away. “That pregnant lady glow is sweat. Right JJ? From throwing up incessantly. The glow ain’t cute.”

JJ ran up to your side, empathy flowing from her pores as she wrapped her arms around you. “I understand. I get you. You’re almost there.”

“Thank you,” you pouted. “I’m just so tired of feeling like this.”

Apparently, Rossi hadn’t walked over completely. He’d just gotten you a muffin. A chocolate chip muffin. “I come with food,” he said, bestowing on you a peace offering that would hopefully spare him from your pregnant rage. “Your favorite.”

“JJ, why do I want to cry? Why does Rossi bringing me a muffin make me wanna cry?” you exclaimed. “I don’t understand!”

Everyone just chuckled as you bit into your muffin and JJ assured you that it would all be over soon and the rewards would be great. “After this is all over, you will have a beautiful baby boy and this will all have been worth it.”

The clock struck 9, so as the rest of the team returned to their desks and offices, Spencer helped you lower down into your chair. You were weeks away from not being able to sit comfortably at your desk. “Just so you know,” he said, bending down to give you a kiss, “I still think you’re beautiful and if it’s possible, I think I’m more in love with you now than I was before.”

You smiled warmly up at him wondering how you had ever gotten so lucky. “I don’t understand how that’s possible. I feel gross.”

“You don’t look it. That’s in your head” he said, kissing your hair. “And I plan on proving it to you.”

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At this late stage in your pregnancy, Hotch allowed you to work in whatever way you felt comfortable. If that meant walking around and dictating your paperwork to an intern that was fine. If it meant taking all kinds of breaks in order to stretch, it didn’t matter. But by the end of the day each day, you were ready to go home and get into comfortable clothes. The idea of having denim attached to your body in any way anymore was killing you. Sweatpants, a loose t-shirt and no bra were ideal. “When we get home, I want you to put on whatever is most comfortable to you,” Spencer said as you walked hand-in-hand to the elevator. 

“I plan on it. Those gray sweatpants, my Nirvana t-shirt and absolutely no bra whatsoever,” you laughed, grabbing at your now monstrous rack and massaging your permanently sore boobs. 

It was obvious that Spencer was quite enjoying your new endowments - very large endowments. You’d grown nearly two cup sizes since the fourth month of your pregnancy, going from a C to an E. “I can give you a boob massage when we get home?” he said hopefully. 

The elevator doors opened, leaving another member of the Bureau to look at your enormous rack as you snorted uncontrollably. “You just want a reason to touch me,” you said. 

“I would be lying if I said that wasn’t part of it, but if it’ll help that’s what’s most important.”

“Of course,” you laughed as you walked through the parking structure to the car. “You wanna make me dinner too?” Being utterly lazy sounded great right now.

Apparently, he had already planned on it. Nothing fancy, just some chicken and pasta. In addition to food and a chest massage, he said he also had a little something else planned, but he refused to tell you until you got home.

                                                           —–

While Spencer made dinner, you sat lazily on the couch, feeling so much better without your bra on. “Hey, babe! It’s like the movie Alien over here. Come look,” you laughed, lifting up your shirt to where you could clearly see the indentation of a foot. “This is a beautiful yet disgusting miracle. I look like I’m about to explode.”

He leaned over the couch and kissed your stomach, saying hello to your baby boy, whose name you still hadn’t decided on. “I can’t imagine what it feels like to have him in there, but you are just as beautiful as the day we met. I’ve noticed lately that you haven’t felt pretty, so I went out and got you some stuff. Walking back toward the bedroom, you could hear the crinkling of a plastic bag. “I picked up some cocoa butter, lotion, which I will apply to your legs after we’re done eating, and some lime green nail polish that I will put on your toes, because you keep saying you want a pedicure but you don’t want anyone you don’t know touching your feet.”

“You’re gonna pamper me?” you sighed happily. You attempted to get up from your position and kiss him, but the baby was getting in the way. “I can’t get up, I’m sorry.”

Before going back into the kitchen to get dinner for you both, he propped you up with a pillow to take some of the pressure off your back. Two months was a long time. This kid better be adorable. As you finished dinner, Spencer washed up, returning to the couch with your lotion and cocoa butter. While you massaged your stomach with the cocoa butter, feeling your little man’s foot along the way, Spencer lathered his hands in the lotion and began to glide his hands up and down your legs. “Oh wow,” you said, relaxing a bit as Spencer worked his magic. “This feels nice. Can I get these more often?”

“Whenever you want,” he responded, squeezing tighter on the tense muscles in your legs. “Feeling better than this morning?”

You were. It wasn’t as if you didn’t enjoy pregnancy at some points - watching him kick and hearing his heartbeat were about the sweetest things you’d ever experienced, but the wear and tear on your body was brutal, and in that aspect, you were ready for it to be over. On top of that, you couldn’t wear what you used to so you didn’t feel as confident. 

As he pulled out the nail polish, applying it to your toe nails which you honestly hadn’t seen in months, you began to fall asleep, but when he was done, you noticed you felt more relaxed than you had in weeks, which in turn, made you feel more beautiful. “Thanks, babe,” you yawned as he picked you up to bring you to bed. “You still owe me that boobie massage.”

He walked you toward the bedroom as he gathered you to his chest. “I owe you one,” he laughed. “Or if you want, we can do that as we fall asleep.”

“Yes, please,” you said happily. “You do know how to make a girl feel beautiful.”

That’s It

Author: @riversong-sam

Word Count: 100

Parings: Dean x Reader

Request: @sea040561 said:

Ok, here is a prompt for you: Prompt List #2…Quote #45 (vasectomy quote)…either with Sam/Jared or Dean/Jensen.

Prompt: “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”

A/N: Please leave feedback 

“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.” You groaned rubbing your swollen stomach.

“What? Why?” Dean kisses your stomach.

”Dean this is my fourth pregnancy in three years! We have four kids under three and soon a newborn!”

He chuckles softly, “Alright baby. I don’t like it but if it’ll make you happy ill get one.”

”Thank you! I think that five kids is enough. The boys are handfuls as it is. Not including how much this little princess will be.”

Dean smirks, “My princess won’t be a handful. Will you?” Dean rubs your stomach earning a kick making you giggle. 

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Being Pregnant With V’s Child Headcanons
  •  You and V decided after your wedding to wait a while before having children
  •  The two of you wanted to travel around the world a bit, before starting a family
  • After about two years of marriage is when the two of you decided to start trying
  • And truthfully it didn’t take long
  • About three months after moving back to Korea tbh X3
  • Once the two of you found out, V had already activated protective mode
  •  Not like he’s never in it anyways X’3
  • The two of you stick strictly to the list of what you can and can’t eat.
  • Though you two decided to keep your pregnancy a secret from the RFA for a while just to make sure nothing goes wrong with the baby.
  •  Lol you thought
  • Seven hacked into your medical records to make sure you and V didn’t bring any type of diseases back, once he found time from what he usually does.
  • Legit “Congratulations on the kid!” posted in the chatroom
  • Everyone is happy except one
  • Yoosung is sh00k/triggered
  • Legit personally messages you “I’m sorry V did this to you MC.”
  •  “Yoosung stop, we’ve been married for two years. Chill.”
  • Jumin orders you a bunch of caffeine free teas, and baby books to help the two of you out.
  • Good uncle Juju
  • After your fourth month of pregnancy, Jumin finally convinces V to get the eye surgery so he can see his own kid.
  • Jaehee, and Zen come over a lot to help the two of you pick out baby clothes/nursery items.
  • Baby is gonna have a very aesthetic nursery.
  • Pictures EvERywhEre
  • V takes a picture of you every day since you found out you were pregnant, and stores them in a personal scrap book that shows the babies growth.
  • The RFA decides to throw you a baby shower, and you also discuss names
  • “You should name the baby Rika.”
  •  Yoosung no.
  •  “Elly!”
  • 707 no.
  • One of V’s favorite things to do is rub your baby bump
  • He also likes to lay his head gently against it to see if he can hear the baby.
  • 707 offers to make the babies toys.
  • Once you go into labor, the entire RFA is shook.
  • You’re two weeks early from the due date
  • Though the baby comes out happy and healthy
  • You don’t think you’ve ever seen V so happy before
  • Well except for the time that you agreed to marry him
  • And when you found out you were pregnant
  •  After about two months, the two of you hold a little get together so the RFA can meet the new baby.
  • The baby has your hair color, and V’s eyes.
  • He’s such a proud papa X3

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This turned out a lot longer than I expected XD.

Also, I’m currently open for headcanon/fanfic request!

I do accept NSFW requests!

*Lost Too Soon* Newt x reader

◘ irlus asked:

Reader miscarries. Newt and she had been trying to have babies but she’s got her fourth miscarriage in a very short time. She is broken and beyond desperate and newt doesnt know how to make herl feel right. (And this is just the begining of the angst rampage)

❤ YOU AND YOUR ANGST. lol This one kills me with the feels.

WARNING: Obviously talks about miscarriages so read at your own risk. By no means do I wish to glorify miscarriages in any way. I know people who have had them and they are devastating. Keep in mind that this is only for creative purposes and in no way an attempt to lessen the severity and pain that happens when someone experiences a miscarriage.

You loved children. Your biggest hope was to one day become a mother and be able to watch your own children grow up and become the people they were meant to be.

You and your husband, Newt, had tried for years to have one but all seemed lost after you had endured three miscarriages. 

You were now in your fourth pregnancy and so far things were going well. Each day you and Newt held high hopes that everything would work out and you’d finally be able to start the family you had long dreamed of.

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Good Husband

Imagine: Kol magically getting you pregnant and being married to him, so he cares for you and comforts you, even running to stores late at night to get you food. (Requested)

You looked in the mirror, sighing sadly as you were starting to show your baby bump. You had been a Vampire for a while, finding your husband, Kol, in the park after he had gotten into a fight with his siblings. You had been fighting with another Vampire, fending for yourself and you were drained. Now that you looked back at it, you had been so lucky to meet Kol that night, as soon as you saw each other it was literally love at first sight. Kol warned you he wasn’t boyfriend material and you took the chance anyway, not able to change his personality, but shaping him into the boyfriend you imagined he could be. One thing led to another and you were marrying him, with your friends and his family and some of the Mystic Falls group behind you. Though your family was dead, your friends you met along the way were just enough for a small and simple wedding.

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Our Grandmothers Had Abortions

Vice President Pence is marching today in the anti-choice protest in Washington D.C. 

I wonder if Pence knows he almost certainly has loved ones who have had abortions. 

Would he still love them if he knew? Would he listen to their reasons, to the pros and cons they weighed, to the thoughts with which they wrestled? To why abortion was the best choice for them? To how they felt on the car or bus ride to and from the clinic or hospital? 

Does he really believe millions of women worldwide are murderers? 

I’ve never had an abortion, but I’m forever grateful to Planned Parenthood and to the morning-after pill. In 1997, my then boyfriend and I had a condom break and I was at PP the next morning. I’ve never wanted children. And while that boyfriend later proposed, I ended the relationship for myriad reasons. If we’d had a child, I’ve no doubt today I’d be a single mom, and a disabled one at that. 

He’d just be a guy paying child support. 

Women tend to discuss abortion differently when men aren’t in the room. 

As such, I’ve heard so many stories from elderly women, some now dead, about abortions they had before Roe v. Wade was legal. 

One nearly died from sepsis after the “doctor” (she didn’t know if he was a real physician) used dirty utensils. She was leaving a bad marriage and didn’t want to have a child with that man.

Another threw herself down her family’s long stairwell. She was pregnant with her sixth child and exhausted from tending to the five kids she and her husband already had. She miscarried, but was badly injured. 

One was grieving a horrific death in her family and knew she couldn’t raise a baby at that time.

I don’t know if my own grandmothers had abortions. 

Here’s what I do know:

My maternal grandmother nearly died giving birth to my aunt. Her doctors concluded she was at high risk for death with any subsequent pregnancies. But this was 1946. So instead of relaying this information to my grandmother, her male doctors told my grandfather. He didn’t tell her until years later. She became very sick after giving birth to my uncle. To the best of my knowledge, it was her fourth pregnancy that left her unable to conceive. She miscarried in the eighth month. He would have been a boy and she was going to name him after her father. 

She was 22 years old. 

My paternal grandmother died at 26 in Greece under Nazi occupation. She contracted tuberculosis and had to be quarantined. My father’s last memory of his mom: the paramedics dragging her away while she screamed his name. She died in the sanitarium and was buried in a mass grave. She left behind my father and his two brothers, each of whom were treated as orphans under Greek law (at that time a child with a deceased mother was legally orphaned because it was not a father’s legal responsibility to care for his children). My dad and his brothers were given to three different homes. War and famine had laid waste to Greece. Would my grandmother have had children if birth control were an option? If abortion had been available? 

I wonder about her last thoughts in the sanitarium, knowing her children would be alone then scattered like seeds.

If I could tell Mike Pence any of these stories, would he listen? 

One more tragedy:

We all know the answer.

Surprise - Tyler Seguin

(A/N: Gah I just finished finals today I’m so sorry if this is too short)

Originally posted by mrsmariacrosby

The two of you peered over the ceramic tile of the sink and sighed, the pregnancy test lying there proving the outcome you were expecting. Not pregnant.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat, head spinning. With a heavy sigh, you sat on the floor, your fingers lacing together as you forced yourself not to cry. You were willing your tears to go back into the tear ducts when you felt lips press against your cheeks, the familiar touch of stubble brushing along your cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled as Tyler wrapped you up in his arms.

“Pretty sure it takes two to tango, darling,” he joked in a terrible attempt of a Southern accent.

You giggled, resting your head on his chest. You knew he was disappointed. I mean, who wouldn’t be? The two of you had been trying to get pregnant for a year now and this was the fourth pregnancy test you’ve taken.

Tyler’s long, nimble fingers tangled in your curls and he kissed your forehead before resting his chin on the crown of your head. You felt yourself start to tremor slightly which made him pull you closer. What a sight you two were, curled upon on the bathroom floor as you clung to each other.

“I know you’re upset and I’m not gonna lie, I am too. I can’t think of anyone more deserving to be a mother than you. I love you, Y/N, baby or not. Maybe this is a sign that we should stop trying so hard. Besides, we still get to practice.” He lightened the mood with his last sentence.

“You perv,” you laughed, “I love you too.”

After a few minutes of cuddling, he reluctantly left for practice. You sighed, going to throw out the pregnancy test when something caught your eye. A gasp left your throat and you broke into a mini dance. Tyler would be home in three hours, which gave you plenty of time to put a plan into action.

The minute he came into the house, he knew something was off. Marshall and Cash met him at the door like always, but you were nowhere to be found.

“Y/N?” he called, walking towards the bedroom.

You were sitting in the middle of the bed with your laptop on your lap and a gift bag sitting next to you. You patted the spot on the bed next to you and set your laptop off to the side.

“What’s this?” he smiled, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

“A present,” you teased, holding the bag out for him.

He rolled his eyes and took the tissue paper out before removing the small piece of fabric inside. It was a tiny Seguin jersey.

“Babe, I don’t think is going to fit you,” he smirked.

“There’s more, asshole,” you rolled your eyes.

He pulled out the second thing which was a tiny shirt that said “Daddy’s Little Hockey Player”. His brown eyes widened and he stared at you in shock, gesturing between you and the clothes. You nodded and then shrieked as he tackled you onto the bed, laughing and cheering.

“I’m going to be a dad! Wait…I thought the test was negative?” he pulled back so he could look at you.

“When I went to throw it out, the lines had darkened. So, I took three more to be sure and according to all of them, there’s a bun in the oven!”

He kissed you deeply and then scooted down so he was eyelevel with your stomach. Tyler rested his hands on your sides and pressed a kiss to your belly button.

“Hi baby, I’m your dad. Your mom and I have wanted you for a very long time and we’re very happy to have you here. We’ll see you in nine months, I guess.”

Oh, you were so not looking forward to the swollen feet.

Movie Date & Babies

Pairing: Jeonghan x reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1498

Like any other high schooler, you were extremely busy. Do you regret taking honors and AP courses at the same time? Well maybe but that’s not the point. One weekend in the winter you and your boyfriend Jeonghan were both actually free for once. You were thankful for that once in a blue moon-type of weekend with minimal homework, but neither of you had an income so nothing extravagant was expected. A simple movie night at your place seemed perfect. Besides, you actually had a home theater, so it was almost like a real movie date in a movie theater!

While brushing through your (h/c) locks once more, you heard the doorbell ring. The excited voice of your mother greeting Jeonghan indicated it was time for you to head downstairs. Dashing down the stairs, your eyes met Jeonghan’s as he smiled at you.

“Jeonghannie!” you called as you ran towards him and embraced him.

“(Your nickname)!” replied Jeonghan as he returned the embrace.

The both of you kind of forgot your mother was still there watching the two of you until she spoke up. More like fangirled.

“Aww, you two kids remind me of how my husband and I met! We were about your age and-” said your mother before she was interrupted by you.

“Mom stahp! You’re embarrassing Jeonghan!” you whined.

“More like she’s embarrassing you (Y/N),” snickered Jeonghan, “You’re the one blushing after all.”

“He’s right (Y/N)!” laughed your mother as you playfully groaned, “Anyways, you two enjoy your movie, but don’t do anything stupid. (Brother’s name) and I will be downstairs.”

“Oh yeah, I haven’t met your brother yet (Y/N),” mentioned Jeonghan. Your brother, (Brother’s name), hasn’t really met your boyfriend or your friends for that matter. Probably due to the fact that (Brother’s name) is a one year old.

“Last time I saw him, he was sleeping but we can go check,” you say as you lead him to (Brother’s name)’s nursery.

You and Jeonghan both peered into the crib to find (Brother’s name) fast asleep. Being (Brother’s name)’s older sister, you already knew that he would typically awaken in an hour or so.

“Aww, so cute,” whispered Jeonghan while staring in awe at the baby.

“I know! He’s cute mainly because I looked just like him when I was that age,” you whispered with a silent chuckle.

“Yeah but Chan is probably the cutest baby of them all,” laughed Jeonghan silently as the two of you exited the nursery. Everyone knew that Jeonghan loved to tease that freshman Chan. The whole school caught on with the baby joke, but it was always Jeonghan cracking the iconic “Who’s baby are you?” followed with Chan miserably uttering “Jeonghan-hyung’s baby”. Chan hated it so much and as soon as he found out you were dating Jeonghan he asked you to somehow get Jeonghan to stop saying it, but you still haven’t figured out how, and even if you will help him. Eventually Jeonghan will stop, who knows.

Jeonghan and you walked upstairs to the home theater and hopped into the recliner chairs. As soon as Jeonghan was in his chair, he immediately held down the button to make the chair recline back as he lazed away. You laughed a little before asking which movie he wanted to see.

“I don’t care, you pick it out. But it has to be a disney movie,” he replied.

“Okay then, how about… Beauty and the Beast!” you said as you brought out the disk.

“Sounds good!” he said as he waited for you to sit down.

The movie finished loading and soon started. Even though the two of you had seen this movie before, it never got old. The Beauty and the Beast was a classic in both of your books.

The scene where Belle was in the library singing about reading or something came on and almost immediately Jeonghan commented “Wonwoo”, his bookish friend. You couldn’t help but laugh. Jeonghan was such a tease but everyone knew this is how he shows his love. He teases you all the time but you always tease him back. That’s kind of what your relationship was built off of: back and forth playful teasing until he “jokingly” asked you out but you heard from Chan he was being serious, but Jeonghan always denies it yet still is happily dating you.

About an hour into the movie, you heard your mother call your name from downstairs.

“Be right back,” you told Jeonghan as you got up.

“Need me to pause it?” asked Jeonghan.

“Nah it’s good!” you say rushing out of the theater.

You meet your mother in the living room holding (Brother’s name). She looked a little worried.

“Mom what’s wrong?” you asked.

“I got a call and there’s an emergency meeting. I really didn’t want to interupt you and Jeonghan’s date but could you please watch (Brother’s name)?” she asked.

“Of course Mom,” you said as she handed him to you followed by a thank you and a goodbye.

You sighed holding your brother and looking at his innocent face that resembled yours. “Well buddy, you just interrupted my date! Such a typical little brother,” you laughed as you headed upstairs with him in your arms. You walked into the theater and saw Jeonghan look up at you and smile at the sight of (Brother’s name).

“Hi baby! Er- babies?” laughed Jeonghan at his own confusion. You only rolled your eyes at his idioticness then explained what had just happened. And he was totally cool with it. Then he began to play with your brother. It was so adorable seeing him be all cute and cuddly with the baby that the both of you forgot about the movie.

“Jeonghan, want to hold him?” you asked extending your arms out whilst holding your chill baby brother.

“YES! I mean, sure!” said Jeonghan a little too excitedly. You only laughed at his enthusiasm and handed over (Brother’s name) to him.

Jeonghan and (Brother’s name) had somewhat of a stare-off, and it was adorable. So you took out your phone to capture the cute moment. Jeonghan suddenly broke the silence between them.

“(Brother’s name), who’s baby are you?”

Cue the laughter from you. This was hilarious and you managed to record it! How lucky! And another surprise, the usually deadpan baby cracked a smile and even cute baby giggles! The best part? You captured Jeonghan melting at your baby brother’s cuteness.

“(Y/N)! He laughed! I think he means that he is my baby!” fanboyed Jeonghan while hugging the giggling baby a little closer.

“I think so too!” you agreed, still filming.

“I’m going to make sure (Brother’s name) is my baby forever, even by the time we’re married!” smiled Jeonghan.

“Oh my god Jeonghan stahhpp!” you laughed getting all blushy.

“Oh (Y/N), I know you want a future with me in it! Besides after we’re married we should give this current baby friends, aka more babies,” he finished with a wink.

“YOON JEONGHAN!” you screamed burying your red face in his shoulder.

“Love you too (Y/N)!” he said smiling and taking the phone from your hands and stopped recording.

Later that day:

After the whole movie date, you kissed Jeonghan goodbye and took the time to text Chan the footage you caught in hopes it will help him.

Chan: THANK GOD HE HAS ANOTHER BABY RIGHT NOW

(Y/N): He completely forgot about you!

Chan: I know right! But please (Y/N), follow his advice near the end of the video about the part where you two get married and have your own babies because I am not going to be his baby until I’m 30

(Y/N): CHAN STAHP YOU’RE EMBARRASSING ME

Six years later:

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” finished the officiator as you and Jeonghan shared a sweet kiss.

“I told you we’d get married,” whispered Jeonghan as you pulled away.

“I swear to god,” you mumbled but your smile persisted.

A few months later:

You held the fourth pregnancy test you’ve taken today. Like the other three, this was positive. You had to break the news to your husband Jeonghan.

“Jeonghan, come here,” you said trying to conceal your excitement.

“(Your nickname)? What is it- OH MY GOD!” he screamed as soon as his eyes landed on all of the pregnancy tests.

“I’m pregnant!” you squealed.

“OH MY GOD THIS IS GREAT IM GONNA HAVE MY OWN BABY!” screamed Jeonghan.

“Finally!” you yelled excitedly.

“HA (Y/N) I WAS RIGHT!” he suddenly yelled.

“About?”

“About us getting married and having our own babies!”

“Wha- OH MY GOD I SWEAR TO GOD YOON JEONGHAN ENOUGH WITH THAT I WAS WRONG AND YOU’RE RIGHT!” you admitted defeat as you laughed with pure joy.

“I love you (Y/N)! No matter how wrong you are!” said Jeonghan hugging you.

“I love you too Jeonghan, despite how right you may be,” you said playfully rolling your eyes and hugging him back.

Ok this was my attempt at fluff I hope it’s not too cringy and I hope you liked it! The beginning part (the movie date and bringing in the baby bro) was actually inspired by a dream except the guy was someone else so I replaced him with Jeonghan for the sake of the story obviously lol. Buy yeah I hoped yall enjoyed :)

The Rag Doll - Part 10

Modern AU

Ivar x OC

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Ivar Lothbrok was depressed.

Ever since Thays walked out on him, he was truly depressed. The day he confronted her, part of him wanted her to apologize or even say something in her defense, but she didn’t, and that killed him.

He even talked about her to his father, Ragnar was truly happy for his son. Ragnar wanted his son to have a normal life, he didn’t want his son suffering from judging eyes. So Ragnar was truly happy for his son, he talked to Thays a few times, he saw that she’s a good kid, good for his son.

When Ivar was in Paris, he missed her so much. He was truly impressed by Thays reaction when she saw his legs, he expected at least disgust or maybe surprise, but she didn’t do any of that. Ivar thought that she was the one, her soul and heart were pure. He didn’t want a girl like his mother, he wanted a girl that didn’t care about money or social status.

One day when Ivar was walking on the Champs Elysées, he entered Cartier store, he loved that store, since he could remember. He saw a ring, and something came on his mind, a crazy thought, on his mind and heart, the thought of maybe, she felt the same way as he did.

He loved her, and hopefully she loved him too.

So he picked a ring, a ring to propose to Thays. To say that what he felt was true, he was afraid that his money or family could scare her away, he didn’t want that, he wouldn’t allow that. The ring was beautiful, it was truly astonishing, but she was more, this ring would only accentuate her beauty, Ivar thought.

Ivar knew that proposing to her would be a risk, they were together for a short period of time, but that didn’t stop the thoughts of a family with her, filling a huge house with a lot of children. Ivar always wanted a son, he wanted a daughter too, but a son always was his first choice, if he could choose.

He called his mother to tell her the great news about his engagement, he wanted to make a huge surprise, since she never traveled abroad, he would took her to Paris, his favorite city in the world. They would visit every single thing in the city, stoping at the Eiffel Tower, they would have dinner at the Tower and then he would propose. He didn’t care about those things, and he knew that she didn’t either, but he wanted to do it anyway, he wanted to make his future wife happy. His mother suggested that he would picked her and took her on the jet, Ivar agreed.

When he came home, everything was ready, he looked for his mother. When he found his mother, she said that Thays was in her room, so he went there, to tell her the great surprise that he prepared for her. When he entered the bedroom, everything was organized, as always, Ivar smiled to himself. A black bag caught his attention, he never saw that. When he opened the bag, his world was crushed, Thays was stealing from his family, from his mother. She was just like the others, a person that wanted to get close to him just to get the attention of the media or a job with father. This was the reason that Floki was his only friend, Ivar didn’t trust nobody but him, and now, the only girl that he gave his heart and would’ve given his name, that he would’ve spent the rest of his life, betrayed him.

He went find his mother with tears on his eyes and anger in his heart. He showed her the bag, Aslaug pretended to be surprised, of course that Ivar didn’t saw that, he thought too highly of his mother. Aslaug suggested Ivar that he needed to confront her, because she knew that Thays was too proud to beg for forgiveness for something that she didn’t do.

When Ivar told her to leave, his heart was broken one more time. She didn’t explained herself, she didn’t beg for forgiveness, she only denied, and that angered him even more. He went to his room, he was laying on the bed that both of them discovered each other, being afraid and extremely excited at the same time. She gave herself to me, I was a fool to let myself believe that she could ever love me for me, she had a hidden agenda, just like the rest. Ivar thought bitterly, he wanted to scream to the whole world, but he only slept, dreaming about the first time they made love.

Ivar didn’t left his bedroom for months, no one could made him got out. Aslaug was already with a fiancé in mind for him, he needed to forget that maid, Aslaug thought. When he finally left his bedroom, Margrethe convinced him to have a walk on the city. He agreed just to keep her quiet, he didn’t wanted to leave the house, he even ignored his father. Ragnar wanted him to come back to Paris, but he didn’t wanted anymore, that’s where he bought the ring.

Margrethe almost fainted when she saw a very pregnant Thays walking on the street, she was huge and Ivar was the father. Margrethe knew that if Ivar saw her, there wouldn’t be anyone that would be able to tear them apart, Ivar would fulfill his greatest dream, become a father. She almost dragged him to some restaurant and stayed there until she was completely out of sight, Aslaug will know what to do, Margrethe thought.

Aslaug almost had a breakdown, she would be a grandmother, but that girl was the mother. She had a plan, something to make sure that even if Ivar knew about the child, Thays wouldn’t want him, Aslaug found her address from her P.I. She said the most absurd things, and Aslaug was more than happy to see that Thays believed in her, she was too innocent. But when she refused the offer, Aslaug wanted to kill her, but she came up with another idea, she just needed to take the child from her when was born. She hired a man to stalk her, he would take the child away.

But one day, Thays left the apartment and the man didn’t saw. That’s was perfect for Thays and she didn’t even knew what was happening. When Thays was sleeping on Harvey’s house, he was making sure to know everything about her. When he saw that she worked for the Lothbroks, Harvey almost screamed from so much happiness. His men went to her apartment, the man that was hired by Aslaug told them about her plan, Harvey’s men payed him a lot of money to lie to her, and even more money to fake her suicide.

When Aslaug got the news that Thays and her grandchild were dead, she was happy and sad at the same time. The Rag Doll wouldn’t be a problem anymore, but her first grandchild was dead too. Ragnar came back to Paris, he was worried about his son, they were closer, but Ivar wasn’t telling him anything. Ragnar was closer to Ivar than any other of his sons now, even Bjorn, that he loved so much. He reminded him of his love for Lagertha, he never admitted that, not even to himself, but he never stopped loving Lagertha, his first love.

Aslaug told him what happened, the distorted truth at least. Ragnar hated to admit that, but Floki would know what to do, he was Ivar’s father all of those years, so Ragnar called Floki. Floki, Helga and their baby came on the next day, Helga cared about Ivar too. Floki went to Ivar’s room while Helga was talking to Ragnar, she was telling the great things that Bjorn was doing with his business, Ragnar couldn’t be more proud of his first born.

Ivar poured his heart out to Floki, whom remained silent. Ivar cried until he couldn’t cry anymore, Floki was promising himself to find Thays and brought them together again. She would never do that, this was Aslaug doing, Floki thought. When Ivar slept from so much crying, Floki left the room, he couldn’t see Ivar like that again, so he called a trusted employee to help him find Thays.

His heart was ripped out of his chest when his employee found the death certificate, suicide. Another death by Aslaug, she deprived her own son from happiness, just because of money and status, Floki screamed, but he screamed because of Ivar’s happiness. He knew that he loved Thays, the same look in his eyes, were the same when he looks at his beloved, Helga.

Ivar wanted to talk to Floki about his decision, he didn’t care anymore about the jewelry that Thays tried to steal. He loved her so much that he was willing to look the other way about that, she wanted to go to college, maybe that was the reason, maybe she wanted be more than a maid, Ivar tried to reason with himself.

He went to Floki’s office, his secretary told him that Ivar could wait on his office, he entered and sat on Floki’s chair. He started to read some documents that were on his desk, since he would’ve need to become familiar with those things. His heart stopped when he saw, the love of his life died, but she didn’t only died, she killed herself. The death certificate read:

Cause of death: Hemorrhage caused by cuts on both wrists.

The female presented signs of mal nutrition and dehydration. Also, signs of miscarriage at the twenty-fourth week of pregnancy, the cause of the miscarriage is inconclusive.

With the death certificate were some photos of the crime scene, they didn’t took a picture of her face, but the blood on the bed was clear and scared on Ivar’s mind forever. After that, he read the note:

“I lost everything, I lost the love of my life, he blamed me for something I didn’t do. I thought that our love was stronger but I was wrong, it wasn’t, it was just a summer affair.

But when I discovered that I was pregnant, the world had color again, I was having a baby boy, I didn’t care about the hunger anymore, I just wanted to have my son in my arms, my own baby boy.

But I lost my world when I woke up bleeding, and the doctor said that I had a miscarriage, I wanted to die. And I will, I will be with my unborn son again, and I’ll be happy at least.

I hate the Lothbroks, I hate you even more Ivar, I thought that you loved me, but I was clearly wrong. I lost my son because of you and your family.

When all I wanted from you, was love. Farewell forever Ivar, I truly hope that you loved me, even if it was briefly, I would hate to think that the joy of my life wasn’t conceived with love.

Thays.”

Ivar was crying and he didn’t knew what to do, Thays killed herself because of the miscarriage, she was pregnant with his child, and he let money got in the way. He remembered, clear was it was like yesterday, she wanted to tell him something important, she was pregnant and Ivar didn’t listen to her, it was his fault and Ivar knew it. The note was very clear, Thays blamed him and his family, she had every right to, Ivar thought.

When Floki entered the office, he immediately yelled at the secretary and fired her, Ivar wasn’t supposed to saw that.

“She killed herself.” Ivar whispered, he was on the floor, without his prosthetic legs.

“I know.” Floki hugged him on the floor and Ivar cried on Floki’s chest.

“When did you got this?” Ivar was sobbing and Floki was truly worried, he never saw Ivar like that.

“Yesterday, I didn’t knew how to tell you, I’m truly sorry Ivar.” Floki tried to calmed Ivar, but failed.

“I was going to ask for your help to find her, but now I lost her forever, and my child.” Ivar wondered how the child would be, but now, he would never know.


Aslaug made Ivar got engaged to a heiress Lily, she was the truly beautiful, and just like Aslaug, she came from old money. The girl was innocent too, just like Ivar in this whole history, both of them dragged to an engagement just to fulfill their parents ambitions. She believed in fairy tales and love, she just wanted a man that loved her. But her mother took her innocence away, saying that there’s no such thing as a marriage with love. That broke the girl, she became dark, her parents were an example of love for her, now she knew that wasn’t true. She’s not innocent anymore, she’s totally changed, and now Ivar was marrying to his mother replica. They hated each other, Ivar thought that she was shallow, Lily thought that he was rude and awful.

But there was nothing that Ivar could say to his mother to make her give up, and deep down he knew that he needed to forget the only girl that he wanted to marry.

Thays.

A/N: Hello! Sooo, I know I’ve been MIA for practically the entire year, but as I’ve told you guys a million times, I was studying to get into med school. And guess what? I did! So I can concentrate on more mundane endeavors.

So! I promised Logan’s birth didn’t I? I guess you can say I’ll deliver it now. Ha! Get it? *Shows up six months late with a bad pun* I’m sorry. I’ll let you read it.

Mending

Annabeth had fought hellhounds, dracanae, empousai. She’d fought Titans, Giants, survived two wars before she was legally allowed to drink. She’d been hit by arrows, taken a poisoned dagger to the shoulder, broken ribs and walked miles in the deepest parts of hell on a broken ankle. She’d held up the bloody sky. She had considered herself quite resistant to pain.

And yet, childbirth… was something to consider. No wonder every polytheist culture in the world had several goddesses for it. That thing hurt. You’d think someone would have invented a better method by now. ‘I’m going to go up to Olympus and propose a theory on why they should invent a new way to birth babies,’ she thought somewhere into the third hour of contractions. ‘I am NEVER doing this again,’ she thought midway the process of pushing a small-sized human through an even smaller place. ‘I am going to kill my husband,’ was also somewhere in there.

And then, ‘Oh.’

That’s why no one had invented a better method yet. All the pain goes out the window the moment they put her son in her arms.

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Today’s George’s and Fred’s Birthday. To celebrate it I wrote a short imagine.


It was her fourth pregnancy. Molly knew that each time it had felt different, but…

With Bill everything had been new. Her back had been hurting all the time and she had been eating cucumbers. While being pregnant with Charlie she had been already used to the hurting back, nevertheless she had been very active. She had spent as much time outside as possible. And with Percy… Not only her back had been hurting but also her feet. Every free minute she had read and eaten cauliflower.

But this time… There was nothing compared to this. Whenever the baby kicked her, it felt as if it was kicking with two limbs or even more. And it moved all the time, like it was never asleep. Moreover, Molly was huge. It was still a month until the baby would come and she was more enormous than ever.

Sometimes she worried about the baby. She would imagine all sort of things. One of her nightmares was that some hex or potion had changed her baby, that was now having six limbs. Yet every time she went to St. Mungo the healers told her, her baby was healthy and there was nothing to worry about.

Arthur was very optimistic. And he made Molly decide on the possible names. Fred if it would be a boy. Georgina for a girl.

It was April 1st, when suddenly Molly got into labour. The first contraction hit her shortly after Arthur left for the office. Yet she ignored it. It was just a pain, she thought. But it returned over and over again. “No, it’s too soon,” she said breathing heavily. The baby wasn’t due for another month! She walked over to the fireplace and used floopowder to tell Arthur. Yet he wasn’t in his office. One of his co-workers looked down at Molly. “Tell him to come home!” she shouted in pain as another contraction hit her.

A few minutes later Arthur was there. “Molly what’s wrong?”

“The baby’s coming!”

“Already? But I thought we still have another month.”

Molly stood up. “No.” She looked down as her water broke.

*

Five hours.

It took them five hours to deliver the baby. Arthur was there all the time holding Molly’s hand. He was smiling and whispering encouraging things. Yet suddenly his expression changed. He looked to the direction from which Molly could hear a baby cry.

“What’s wrong?”

Arthur shook his head not knowing what to say.

“Arthur Weasley, tell me what’s wrong with my child!”

Arthur still didn’t answer.

“Congratulations Mrs. Weasley. You have two healthy boys.”

Molly was relieved. Wait, what… Two?

“How is that possible?” Arthur asked.

The healer shrugged smiling. “I can’t explain it. None of the examinations did hint to the fact that you were having twins. They were behaving like one person.”