Summary: After learning some unexpected news, Abby Griffin struggles to hold the weight of the world on her shoulders while the man she loves remains in Polis. Trying to solve the various problems related to nuclear radiation is one thing, but keeping a secret from Marcus - at least until he returns - is another.
A.K.A. - the babyfic no one asked for that I wrote at midnight one night and then decided to continue.
“Abby, you need to rest.”
Jackson’s suggestion was gentle but
firm, pliable but backed with steel. As a doctor she knew there was truth to
be found in it, and as an expecting mother she’d need to get her rest for both her
health and her child’s. It had become obvious after Jackson’s tests that she’d
no longer be adhering to her former “Chancellor Griffin” hours, burning the
midnight oil until only smoke remained at the rosy dawn of a new day.
Yet she couldn’t force herself out
of the med bay. Not yet.
“I’m fine, Jackson,” she insisted,
eyeing the datapad in her hands. But her statement wasn’t quite strong enough
to dispel her companion’s concern, nor was the yawn she tried to disguise only
moments later helping convince him.
“Abby-“ he started, softening his
tone even further, but she interrupted.
“Give me one more hour,” she said,
marveling at the ludicrousness of her situation. Not only had she gotten
pregnant despite her use of a contraceptive chip, but now she was arguing with
her assistant, on Earth, to let her have more time in Medical. And on top of it
all, they only had two months…
Her gaze trailed down to her mostly-flat
stomach, and she swallowed hard, shoving the bleak thought from her head. They’d
figure something out. There was still hope. And Luna’s blood had given them the
beginning of an answer, a few pieces to a puzzle they had yet to fully solve.
“Fine,” Jackson said, resigned.
“Doesn’t Kane usually radio you to say goodnight at midnight, though?”
Abby frowned, eyebrows drawing
together as she stared at rows of black numbers against a blindingly white
background. “How do you know about that?”
Jackson smiled. “Your mood improves
around eleven forty-five every night, without fail. John said he heard you talking to
him one morning, so I just assumed he contacts you before you go to sleep.”
“He does,” Abby said after a beat,
wondering how she and Marcus could be so discreet and yet so obvious. Part of
her thought that even if they could communicate telepathically, Arkadia would
somehow find out about it. Their private lives were never really private.
Jackson seemed to read her mind.
“Have you told him yet?”
For a moment, the room was filled
with the low beeps and faint humming of machines. Abby’s tongue felt like lead
in her mouth, her heart sinking lower and lower as if caught in a whirlpool.
“Not yet,” she said. “I didn’t hear
from him today. If we had talked this morning, I would have asked if he knew
when he was coming home.”
(๑⃙⃘°⌓°๑⃙⃘) Repost because I ended up deleting it accidentally!!!
But I wanted to thank everyone for the 100+ followers ~
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(Woooo more fluffy prompts! Awwww Negan :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original)
-Him being startled and letting out a warning groan when he feels the sudden weight of your head on his shoulder, only to realize it’s you and freezing in place before slapping his thigh to warn himself to be quiet
-Him suddenly chuckling and playful whispering, asking you if you’re really asleep or you’re just putting on an act to make him carry you up to bed
-Him not getting an answer apart from your light snore, making him conscious and wonder if you’re this tired because of him or something
-Him wrapping an arm around you as if trying to comfort you for something he had done
-Him growling at everyone else around to keep their voices down or ordering them to drive carefully as to not wake you up
-Him however bursting into laughter and alluding to you giving him oral, only to wake you up whenever you would fall into his lap
-Him giving you his scarf to keep yourself warm whenever it is cold or to cover your face whenever the sun shines too much
-Him not being able to resist putting a hand to your thigh and running his hand over it to feel you, only to stop momentarily whenever he feels you shift around
-Him making comments about how you’re such a baby to fall asleep on him and drool like this before wiping it off with his hand
-Him sometimes making sleep on his chest instead and just smelling the sweet scent of your hair to feel comfort
Can I kindly request a story for Gladiolus and his S/O watching their newborn son sleeping? You know, like patents usually do. "Are you sure he's breathing? Yes, now stop you're going to wake him! I'm going to check on him!*baby cries*Dammit you!""
So it isn’t exactly per request but I really, really hope you like it all the same! It was really fun to write, even if it is a bit short.
You rolled over, tossing an arm over your face and furrowing your brow. You could’ve sworn you heard the baby crying, in fact it’s what had roused you from your slumber, but the house was dead silent. Dead silent… You sat up quickly, suddenly wide awake. Your hand instinctively went to the space in the bed next to you only to find it empty.
“Gladio?” You called out quietly to the empty room. When you received no answer you swung your legs out of bed, shivering at the cool air, and hauled yourself to your feet. For someone who’d supposedly had a hard day he sure wasn’t acting like it. You frowned at yourself. That was a selfish sentiment.
It didn’t take you long to find where he’d gone. As soon as you opened the door to your bedroom you caught sight of his hulking figure leaning in the doorway of your son’s room. The moonlight from his window filtered through the curtains and washed his face in a soft, lilac glow. His features were soft, a tired smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He didn’t turn your way but acknowledged your presence instead with a gesture to come join him.
“Worrying again?” You questioned, your voice a whisper so as not to wake the slumbering infant just a few feet away. Gladiolus pulled you against him by your waist and kissed the top of your head.
“I can’t help it. He’s just so…”
“Yeah.” He smiled down at you, “I keep having these nightmares…Waking up and he’s gone or fell out of his crib or he’s stopped breathing…” You tiptoed and kissed his cheek and he sighed, “I know it seems stupid but it scares me.”
“Mm tell me about it.” You rested your body against his, “You’re not the only one that’s a bit paranoid.”
“It’s supposed to get easier with the second.” He commented after a few moments of silence. It caught you off guard enough to actually have you let out a quick, sharp laugh. Instantly you regretted it, slamming your hands over your mouth.
That’s really all it took. Jax woke with a small gurgle, a whine and then a full out shriek as he started crying. You gave your husband a rather apologetic look as he rolled his eyes at you, grinning all the same, and entered the room, scooping up the small, screaming bundle in his arms and beginning the process of attempting to placate the small thing. You came to his side after a few moments. You had to admit, you were jealous. It took you at least ten to fifteen minutes to get Jax to begin calming down but Gladio? He just had to talk to the little one and he was already settling back down. Within minutes he had him back to sleep.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” You whispered, looking up at him. Gladiolus grinned, gently placing Jax back in the crib.
“So are you.” He kissed your temple, gazing back down at infant. “I’m going to stay here for awhile, you go back to sleep.”
“He’ll be fine, honey.” You chided, tugging at his arm.
“I know I just…” He trailed off, his eyes filled with such adoration as he looked down at Jax, “I just want to make sure.”
A small smile graced your features and you let out a small sigh, “Alright, love. But don’t be too long.” You kissed his cheek and turned to head back to the warmth of your bed. As tired as they made you, these late nights are what made it all worth it.
Just wanted to rant a little bit about the shit I read in a day about BTS and its members.
Every member of BTS is special in their own unique way and they need to be recognised for it. I’m so sick of people constantly slating them.
One thing that really ground on my nerves was when Jimin announced that he wasn’t going to have any abs for their Wings comeback. I actually read a comment saying “Bring back your abs Jimin. You’re ugly without them.” or something along those lines. That really pissed me off. Jimin is an amazing person. He has a beautiful smile and a gorgeous voice with a personality to match. He never fails to make me laugh.
Next up: Jungkook.
I hate when I see people calling him gross because he has pimples. News flash: HE’S A YOUNG ADULT! Everyone gets zits. I get zits, my cousin gets zits and my best friend gets zits. Even my mother on the odd occasion. Everyone who has ever gone through puberty will get zits, and idols are no different. Sometimes people forget that idols are people too and that they deserve respect.
When we received news that Taehyung’s grandmother had passed away, I was very sad for him. However, I was disgusted when people thought that it would be a good idea to use that for fan-fictions. He lost a very important person in his life and people thought that it was okay to use that in a story to make him a dark and brooding fuck boy. You just don’t do that. Have the common decency to let him grieve. Also, some people said that his grandmother dying wasn’t an excuse to be lacklustre in his performances and that he should just get over it. How fucking dare you?! If I lost my grandma, God forbid, I would be in tears for weeks. She is like a second mother to me and always took care of me when my parents were at work and looked out for me when I was being bullied at school. How would you feel if your grandma died and someone told you to get over it. People like that should just not be allowed to express their opinion.
An then there’s Seokjin. I am absolutely disgusted with ARMY when I read comment by people saying that he shouldn’t be part of the group or that he’s ugly. How can you call yourself a fan when you say things like that? Yes, he may not be your bias, but that doesn’t give you permission to say that his existence in the group is pointless. Out of the vocal line, Jin has my favourite voice. He is such a talented singer and I am a little disappointed in BigHit when he only gets one line in the song. He has to sit in a booth and record a full song and later find out that he only has about three seconds in it. That must make him feel awful and unwanted, and a whole lot of people commenting on how he is an untalented, useless man isn’t going to help his self-esteem now is it. He need to be praised. All of them do.
One member I feel particularly protective of is Hoseok. Once again, I get that he might not be your bias but that doesn’t mean that you can just push him aside like some people do. Hoseok is a talented dancer and rapper and I am really looking forward to his mixtape when he decides to release it. He has an amazing voice and he takes care of the members and is a constant ray of sunshine. He deserves respect and recognition for his work. People need to stop pressuring him or saying that he’s only good at dancing or that he’s ugly. The only rule I was given when I was growing up was to treat people how I’d like to be treated and I don’t think that I’d like to be talked to or about like Hoseok, or the other members are. You don’t do that.
Min Yoongi is probably the most talented person I can think of. He puts so much effort into his work only to be cast aside because he isn’t part of the Maknae line or the dance line. I get that Yoongi isn’t the best dancer but he tries, just like Namjoon and Jin do, but he gets put at the back and out of sight like Namjoon and Jin are. He is an amazing writer, producer, rapper and person. I was really thankful to BigHit when they let him have time off because he was unwell (or injured. I wasn’t sure what. I heard both). People expect so much of idols and no matter what they do, it doesn’t seem to be enough for some people. You can’t call yourself a fan just because you find some of the members attractive. They are more than that and some people need to know that.
Out of all the members, I feel like Namjoon gets the most hate, at least the most I read about. He is so talented and kind but he gets criticised over the simplest things. He gets called misogynistic. Misogyny is the dislike of, contempt for, or ingrained prejudice against women. Basically, you hate women. I don’t see how Namjoon, or any of the members in fact, represent this definition. I’ve always been told that if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all and some people need to be told this. Constructive criticism is good because it helps people improve what they’ve done and help it appeal to a wider audience. So if you’re going to criticise an idol group, do it over the amount of work time they get in comparison to the relaxation time they get, or how you think their newest song/choreo could be improved by doing this, not over how they act, dress or exist. Namjoon is an amazing individual with an amazing personality and doesn’t deserve to be put down.
I hate the fact that some people think that just because you’ve posted something on the Internet, using a fake user name, and that you’re hidden behind a screen makes it okay to say absolutely repulsive things about an person or people just because they’re bored and don’t have a life of their own. No it doesn’t. It an abhorrent thing to do and these people just don’t deserve it.
Thank you for reading this if you did and I hope that you agree with me. Sorry about this. Love you all and, if you’re reading this, love you BTS keep doing what you’re doing and I hope you have a fantastic day 😘xxx
Hello everyone! This is a new fanfic that I have been working on and I don’t think I’ve been this excited about anything I’ve written in a long time! It’s post ACOWAR and this is the sort of intro chapter but I have so much planned for this story and all the characters in it!
@rickssick has helped me a lot on this and I want to thank her for all her support!
I hope you all like it! :)
Light shined through the open window as the wind blew the thin curtains to the side. The beam of sunlight shown right into his eyes and forced him, very reluctantly, to wake up. Eyes opening, he noticed he wasn’t in his own room, but a room that was much more feminine. Rubbing his throbbing head, he looked to right of his own naked body, and saw a girl wrapped up in the sheets next to him. Suddenly a couple of memories from last night came crawling back, and he groaned at the thought that he allowed himself to get completely smashed.
Feeling terrible that he couldn’t even remember the female’s name, he slowly rose up from the mystery bed and started to realize the time. The sun was probably about half way up in the sky, which made it past sunrise and past the time he was supposed to meet with his parents.
“Shit!” While jumping up from his position and searching for his clothes urgently, the girl finally woke herself.
With a sleepy smile on her face and clutching the sheets to her chest she sleepily cooed, “hey you”. She obviously remembered more then he did.
Cringing as he faced away from her and reaching for his pants, he got out a very awkward sounding, “hey…”
Finally finding his shoes, he sat back on the bed and started pulling them on one by one and then tying the laces. Feeling hands on his shoulders, he looks back at the girl, who was now on her knee’s pressed up against his bare back. Bare because he couldn’t find his shirt.
“Where do you think you are going?” The girl whispered in his ear. He usually didn’t sleep with random people, or at least didn’t sleep with people who he couldn’t even remember there names, but he was a guy after all, so when the girl licked and bit at his ear, he might have gotten a little turned on. When she started to slip a hand down his front almost making it to the front of his pants, he grabbed her hand to stop the progression.
He got up from where he was sitting to gain some space for his horny self, before he became even more late then he already was. Turning back toward her disappointed face he tried to apologize. “Look I’m sorry…”
Her disappointment turned to anger quickly when she realized that he didn’t remember her name. “Mae.”
Even after she said it, the name still didn’t ring a bell and without thinking the replied, “Are you sure?”
Her anger turned to fury and she started to frantically look around. Deciding to forget his shirt, he turned for the window, because he didn’t need to read Mae’s mind to know she was looking for something hard to throw at him.
“Well it was really great meeting you Mae and I wish I could stick around, but I’m very late.” With the short comment he climbed onto the window sill and looked out into the morning sky.
Needing the fresh air, and needing to get out of here, he jumped and started to free fall.
Hearing a scream from above, he turned in the air to look back at the scared face of the girl he apparently spent his night with. A smirk came to his face when he finally uncovered his Illyrian wings and watched as the women shocked face turn to anger once more.
He always seemed to have a way of making women angry, and he didn’t know why. His father had always said that it was because, like him, they were to beautiful for certain brains to comprehend. After that comment his mother promptly smacked him in the head and said it was because of the stupid smirk they both shared.
My parents are going to be so mad at me, he thought to himself as he flew through the sky. Usually he would take a second to take in his surroundings, to enjoy to the feel of the wind, and to think about how in the grand scheme of things he was just a small part of the world. These types of thought were what kept him, and his immense power, in check. Today he had no time for these thoughts, or even for enjoying the view of Velaris below him.
Finally, the House of Wind came into view, and on the balcony a figure was leaning against the railing.
Landing with a small thud, he looked up at his companion that had the largest grin on his face. The male had two large wings tucked in tight behind his back, and the rest of his body was just muscle. He was handsome, in a rugged and mysterious kind of way. He poured out confidence and control that people much older then him were still fighting to achieve. The Illyrian brought his hands together and started to slowly clap, which only made his grin intensify.
“Thank you for gracing us with your presence, and only 3 hours late.”
“Oh shut up Flynn. I’m sure you only got here a little before I did.”
Flynn put a hand to his chest, as if he had been hit. “That hurt friend. To just make you feel worse about yourself I’m going to tell you something. I was here on time, and guess who else was here on time? On time for the first time in all the years I’ve been a commander in training, which if I’m counting correctly is 6 years.”
Cringing, the very late male knew the answer, but didn’t want to say it out loud, so he let his friend take his silence as an invitation to reply to his own question.
Flynn was all to happy to answer. “Fucking Cassian beat you here, you lazy ass.”
A deep laugh erupted to the boys right. When they both saw a large hazel eyed male, with muscles that would make any male cower, but they saw the amusement in his eyes. Going toward Flynn and wrapping his arm around around his neck and ruffling his dark hair with his free hand, he looked all to happy that someone came late.
“I see that you found our straggler. Good work son.”
Seeing the two next to each other in such a way, with large smiles on their faces, anyone could tell they were father and son. The only difference between the two, were the eyes. Flynn had been blessed with Nesta’s gray blue eyes. They were striking, and if someone didn’t see the muscles first, they saw the eyes.
“Why are you loitering outside. I know many people, in the house, that are waiting to see a certain someone.” Cassian looked to the late male with a vicious smirk on his face, like he had been patiently waiting for a rabbit to go into the lion’s den.
Laughing to themselves, the father and son turned to walk into the house, and silently the other male watched. He knew there would be no moments between him and his father today, that would even resemble Flynn and Cassian.
Not realizing how long he had been nervously standing there, he noticed that both of the men had turned around and were giving him a strange look.
Cassian was the one who said something, “don’t look so scared. You might as well just get it over with. Trust me your father couldn’t never stay mad at any of us if he tried.”
Noticing how truly nervous his friend was, Flynn detached from his father and came toward his best friend. “Come on Cal. It’s just your father.”
Just my father, Cal thought about the comment in his head, and he concluded that no one had ever said that his father was just anything.
Flynn turned with his father, and they both disappeared inside.
Giving himself a pep talk and starting to walk, Callum went slowly inside to gain the wrath of his parents, or in other words the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court.
Thank you so much for reading and I welcome any comments or advice! :)
Note: Okay, so this is just if all the guys were girls. Like how they would look, act, dress, etc. which is why Jaehee isn’t included. Sorry I didn’t finish the valentines week but I’ll do Jaehee, Jumin and Jihyun later and like all together! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this little AU thing!
name would be Yoon
she would have probably have like hair to her waist and it would be curly
she would always have clips in her hair and probably wouldn’t tie it up very often
probably average height like 5′4 or 5′5
like a petite figure
she would wear like skinny jeans and big shirts a lot and would have converse sneakers on
doesn’t wear much makeup maybe just like mascara and eyeliner
she would still be a mega gamer tbh still and would still be the same person who gets like no sleep lmao
name would still be Hyun lmao
she would have long hair which is probably always in a ponytail
she’s probablly quite tall like 5′9 or something
probably has a busty figure
she would wear dresses and floral outfits all the time, like big sunglasses and all that with it and like wedges for shoes usually
probably wears quite a bit of makeup though not always because she looks great either way, she just likes wearing it
she’s definitely still super narcassistic and everything lmao
her name would be Jin
her hair would probably be like shoulder length and would be straightened
she’s probably just over average height like 5′6 - 5′8
she has like a pear-shaped figure
she probably has like very smart clothing, skirts and button-up shirts and when she’s more relaxed she probably wears like cardigans and shorts and stuff like that
probably just wears basic makeup, lip gloss, eyeshadow, mascara and eyeliner
she’s still very smart and well-behaved and still doesn’t know how to interact with people lmao
name is Sang
she would have long hair with a side fringe and it would be wavy and it would always be messy tbh
she’s probably like 5′7 or 5′8
she probably has a small hourglass type figure
she wears hoodies and skinny jeans and everything and probably still wears sneakers
she’s still the same as always except less crazy on the pranks probably
her name would be Seung
she would have quite short hair like a boy-cut type probably
she’s probably the same height as Sang (Saeyoung)
probably has a slight hourglass figure
she probably wears skinny jeans and tight shirts as well as boots most of the time
still quite quiet and unsure how to act around people tbh
name would be Jung
she would probably have quite long flowy hair
she’s probably quite tall, like 5′8 or 5′9
she probably has quite a busty figure but not extremely
she probably wears dresses and cardigans in like pastel-y colours and wears like flat shoes
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Summary: You fear for the future; of how war could erupt and the galaxy with fall under chaos. With Poe by your side, you are assured you two can do this, together.
Prompt: Reader is best friends with Poe and they become friends with benefits and they do this for a while, and then reader ends up pregnant with twins. I don’t know how this is supposed to end so it’s up to you 😁