i just want to cry over my beautiful babies

Angel

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 1,196

A/N: This one is for one of the greatest people on earth, @shawns-love , ily a lot. Shawn as a father…

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Y/N’s P.O.V

Shawn has basically been pregnant with me during the last 4 months. He would wake me up in the middle of the night saying he was craving a cheeseburger and did I want one. I mean, obviously I did, but who’s the pregnant one here? Watching the excitement in his face as we set up the nursery and picked out clothes and toys and bedding was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s been looking forward to meeting our little baby since the very first day it was confirmed that I was pregnant. I love him for that. For always supporting, and loving, and caring for me.

All of these heartwarming thoughts are flooding my brain as I stare at Shawn pacing back and forth in the hospital room. “Shawn, baby, I’m fine. My contractions aren’t that close together yet. Have patience.” I say to a frantic Shawn, trying to calm him down a little. He just huffs and stands still, tapping his foot restlessly on the ground. “Shawn. Come here.” I reach out my hand as Shawn walks over to me, a defeated look on his face. “I’m sorry. Sorry,” he says, taking both of my hands in his, “I’m just so nervous and I want everything to go as perfectly as possible. And I just really love you so much and-” Shawn’s tangent is interrupted by the doctor finally entering the room with a warm smile on his face.

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Can we talk about Tem’s beautiful, stunning, delightful smile? I just want to cry over his precious maori face until my dying day

( also an entire army with that face and that smile. I would feel so blessed )

anonymous asked:

BTS song reaction to "Outlaws of Love" by Adam Lambert.

I love this song :’) the meaning behind it gets to me. It’s about not being accepted for being gay (that’s how I interpret it anyway). I will make this reaction BTS ships. It will have repeated names since I ship a few of them with more than one person lmao. I’m just doing my favorite ships so if there’s a ship I didn’t do that you want me to do, please request~

BTS: Reaction to being unaccepted

♥Jin x Namjoon: Another unfair night. He never seemed to live the perfect life he imagined since he came out to his parents. He was so happy with Namjoon and he was hoping his parents would be too. 

He sat in his room that he shared with his boyfriend, thinking of everything that made his life a living hell. And it all started with loving Namjoon; that was the most painful part. He was so helplessly in love and he wouldn’t give that up for the world. 

“Hey baby what’s wrong?” Namjoon spoke gently while sitting on the chair next to Jin’s. He rested his elbow on the table and look at his beautiful boyfriends face. 

“I just… I wish my mom would stop calling me to tell me how disappointed she was in me. I want her to leave me alone…”  Jin spoke while looking up at the ceiling to fight his tears. That’s when Namjoon wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his forehead gently. 

“She misses you. But she isn’t worth crying over baby.” Namjoon said with a sensitive smile. “Come, let’s cuddle.”

Originally posted by yoongi-path

♥Yoongi x Hoseok: Hobi was conflicted. How could he be so disappointing to his own sister? The one he looked up to most in life? As he sat there and thought about everything, he felt a sudden weight pressing against his back. The weight was something that made his heart flutter but it wasn’t enough to make him smile now.

“Are you ok..?” Yoongi asked in a rough voice, resting his head against the back of his neck, and trailed his fingers up and down Hoseok’s arms.

“I’m alright…” Hobi spoke in monotone. A few seconds of silence went by before Yoongi softly sighed and tapped his fingers on the younger’s shoulder.

“I want you to talk to me. You know I’m ready to listen to you anytime…” He turned Hobi aground to face him, and pulled him into a tight, heartwarming hug. “Because I… I love you…” His confession was the key to Hoseok’s smile. 

Light chuckles erupted from the younger’s throat and it made Yoongi get all flustered. “I love you too Yoongi.”

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

♥Yoongi x Jimin: Jimin was a soft squishy bean that was very shy when it came to his relationships. He wasn’t necessarily accepted within his family so that was really hard for him, especially since he wanted to get married and have them all be there.

Today when Jimin and Yoongi were out in public, grocery shopping, they were holding hands. It was all fine until people started to give strange looks. Even the cashier got a little overly rude. 

“You shouldn’t be so open about it.” She said. Yoongi just pulled Jimin into a very tight hug and glared at the woman.

“At least I’m not a grumpy old cashier now do your damn job.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

♥Hoseok x Jimin: Cute selfies together were their thing. Everyday they would take at least 20 new pictures together. Funny faces, serious faces, adorable faces, and even pictures of them kissing and making out. 

Today was just another one of those lazy days that the boys craved. They loved having alone time. While they were taking pictures, Jimin’s phone rang. It was a text from him mother whom abandoned him when he came out of the closet. He licked his lips and set his phone down, but Hobi gave him no time to negatively react.

“Jiminie look at me, kiss, kiss.” He puckered his lips and poked the younger’s sides to get him to laugh.

Originally posted by jihopedesu

♥Jimin x Taehyung: In public they weren’t the most affectionate couple. Mostly because Jimin got shy with stuff like that, especially since it wasn’t very sociably acceptable. Taehyung didn’t mind of course, but at the same time he just wanted to show his world off to the outside. He wasn’t to show off his perfect boyfriend, and the reason why he kept smiling.

So one day in public Taehyung got ballsy. “Chimchim.” He spoke while giving a suggestive look to his boyfriend that was picking out bananas.

“Yeah?” Jimin looked at his taller boyfriend with big eyes that made Taehyung weak.

“I dare you to kiss my cheek. Right now.” Tae said loudly. Jimin got all tense and looked around quickly.

“Tae, n-not now.”

“Fine, then we’re not cuddling tonight.” Taehyung shrugged while looking at the watermelon. Jimin contemplated in his head and sighed heavily before growing the balls and kissing him on the cheek in front of everyone.

Originally posted by jxnhyungs

♥Jimin x Jungkook: Jikook was the type off couple to wear clothes that compliment each other. Jimin would wear black while Jungkook wore white. They’d argue with each other about who looked sexier. 

“It’s me.” Jimin said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“What? I mean, have you seen me??” He purposefully asked a woman who seemed to be extremely homophobic-just to piss Jimin off-a question. “Miss, who looks better? Me or my dumb boyfriend who thinks he’s better than me because he was born in Busan first?”

Jungkook was very open about the relationship. He was super proud, and slowly that started to rub off on Jimin.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

♥ Taehyung x Jungkook: This couple was the openly gay couple. Gay festivals, gay parades, count them in! They were very proud to have each other, considering that’s all they had. Their parents disowned them because they made the “wrong” choice. So Vkook took this as a positive thing. Now it was just them against the world, and they knew they could easily win.

Taehyung was one to get openly mad when someone judged. When a lady made a rude comment about them in a grocery store, he grabbed the nearest item and used it as a microphone.

“Do you see this? This guy is mine. Mine!” Taehyung said loudly into the stuffed giraffe. Jungkook would just look at him like he’s crazy, but he’d end up laughing and kiss his cheek when he was finished with his rant. 

Originally posted by smol-jims

I just want to be pregnant. That’s all. I want to go through hard labor and end up with a beautiful bundle of joy. I want to be kept up all night by a crying baby who will only be consoled by my touch. I want to watch them grow, learn and become their own person.

“I don’t know why youre rushing”
“Are you sure you want this”
“When the timing is right”
“Babies are cute, but they’re work”

I hear this every day. If you’ve never struggled to conceive, you don’t understand the utter emptiness you feel.

Denial - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 2,001

Warnings:Smut, Thigh Riding, Cunnilingus, Implied Blow Jobs, Multiple Orgasms, Face-Fucking, Teasing, Dirty Talk.

Summary: You shiver when he speaks, his hot breath kissing your flushed skin. “You know you want this (Y/N), don’t try to deny it.” Chanyeol groans in your ear.

Request for anon, sorry it took so long. I hope this was what you were looking for.

“C'mon, baby?” Chanyeol asks again, urging the situation far more than you would like to admit. You exhale, closing your eyes, just ignore him (Y/N), he’ll give up eventually, you think going back to your duties upon the kitchen counter. Or at least you wanted to believe he would give up. Yet by how things were progressing you were beginning to think otherwise. You shake your head, no you can’t allow him to over power you, I didn’t matter how many times he asks, the answer will still be no. No amount of sweet talk will make you change that.

Chanyeol whines at your answer, unpleased at your stubborness, of course by what he was doing wasn’t helping any either. You tried to block him out, to shut him out of your head but your body thought different as it reacts to his sounds. It only worsens when you hear Chanyeol get up from his seat across the room, your body tensing to the realization he’ll find out your enjoying yourself. Which you honestly didn’t want to.

Hands eventually rest upon your waist and you jump slightly, Chanyeol just laughs, leaning forward inhaling your wondrous scent, lips ghosting across the back of your neck, making the hairs stand on end. You shiver when he speaks, his hot breath kissing your skin. “You know you want this (Y/N), don’t try to deny it.” Chanyeol groans in your ear, pressing himself against you and it takes everything in your power not to moan at how hard he was.

He was only making it more difficult for you not jump him, especially from how turned on he had gotten and from thinking about his current proposal.

“I really don’t.” You say after a pause, your voice shaken from straining it so long. Yet Chanyeol wasn’t stupid, he knew you were lying through your teeth and fortunately you didn’t mind. You loved the idea he knew, it made the tension so much more erotic. If you were honest with yourself, you would give in to his charm and do as he asks but you were too embarrassed, it clouded your better judgement. Maybe in your thoughts you would take his offer and ride him like he wished but not with the conscious you have now.

Chanyeol grinds against your ass, gasping at the feel of you. You bit you lip to hush your pleads of bliss, closing your eyes. Inwardly you moaned, It was delirious and delicious, you wanted nothing more than to move back against him but you couldn’t, if you do Chanyeol would undoubtedly take your actions the wrong way and think you accepted his proposal.

You drowned in the feel of him, your cunt soaking at the press of his cock so close, at the need it hungers after. “C'mon (Y/N), I know your pussy craves it.” Chanyeol gasps, turning you around roughly, fingers digging into your hips. It didn’t hurt but fuck was it sexy.

You bite your lip, averting his eyes and Chanyeol growls at the rudeness. He doesn’t even hesitate as he drags you to the couch across the room. You don’t dare argue for you obediently follow. Once he sat down he yanks you with him, landing right in his lap, not that you minded any.

With you where he wants you he pulls your forward, pressing his needy lips against yours in a greedy kiss. Chanyeol’s lust was clear, he needed you and as much as you told yourself you’d never give in to something like this couldn’t really deny his want. So throwing out your stubbornness you give in.

You kiss him back, burying your fingers through his soft hair, the other rested snuggly at his shoulder. He was eager to feel you like this and now that he has you where he wants you there was no stopping. Chanyeol slips his tongue past your parted lips, knocking the wind right out of your lungs as he drives you insane with unmistakably pleasure. This makes you moan, savoring the wonderfulness of his mouth pressed against yours.

Chanyeol lifts his hips to yours, pressing his dick flush against your soaked cunt, mingling both your aroused sex together. You break the kiss, your head tossed back in pure bliss. “Fuck, (Y/N), your soaked, I can feel it through your shorts. God, does it feel good.” You whine and Chanyeol takes it as a good sign to contiune, grinding even harder up against you. You howl, pressing yourself down on him, moving in time with his thrusts.

Chanyeol moans, gripping your hips as he guides you down on him. Your both lost in the euphoria of each other, gasping at the wondrous feeling of mixed emotions. Chanyeol leans up holding you to his chest, kissing down your jaw, his lips creating a slippy trail down your neck, where he plants hickeys in his wake. You mewled, your legs wobbly at the inteseness of his actions. You just wanted him to rip your clothes off and make you his already, to pound his cock deep inside you pussy until you forget everything.

Chanyeol smirks at his control, he loved seeing you all torn and breathless, it was a sight he would never live without. He yanks your hair back, and you groan loudly, your pussy wettening at the roughness. “Damn, (Y/N), you won’t believe how fucking hot you look right now, I just want to throw you against the back of this couch and fuck you senseless, but that can wait. I want to taste you more than anything, to feel those beautiful walls around my tongue.”

You nod without even being asked of anything, far too torn with ecstasy that you would do anything he wanted, whatever it may be you honestly didn’t give a shit, not in this state. Whatever he was willingly going to offer you you wanted relentlessly. It didn’t matter anymore. “Please Chanyeol, I want it.” You beg helplessly, looking deep into his lust-filled eyes wanton.

Chanyeol cherishes your will and kisses you squarely, swallowing the cries you were electing. Holding you tight to his chest, your boyfriend lays himself on his back, letting you better access of topping. Your kiss splits when he grabs you, his fingers digging harshly into your ass. It shocks you at first but you just blow it off, enjoying it nonetheless.

Chanyeol lifs his leg up between you, pressing his thigh against your needy cunt, wanting to relish more in how turned on you was. You gasp his name, pressing yourself even harder down on him, savoring the sensations he was bringing to you. Sitting upright you grind down against him, the slickness of your pre-cum slippery inside your folds, giving you a even greater outcome. “Ahhhh, Channie, fuck don’t stop.”

“You’re so sexy like this (Y/N), fucking yourself down on me like the little slut you are, you should see yourself.” Chanyeol murmurs darkly, nails digging into your hips, his cock pulsing at the thought of how good you’ll taste when you reach satisfaction, of how slick your sweet cum will be on his tongue. He just wallows in the desire of it. You groan at his comment, Chanyeol pushing his thigh harder against your pussy, wanton for your orgasm to rise so he could have you to the extent he was craving. Of course you chased after it too.

C'mon baby, come for me, let me feel your body spasm and quake against mine, to hear you cry my name over and over until your beautiful voice becomes broke and horase, I want to see that gorgeous look on your face when your orgasm hits you hard, and all thanks to me no less.“ Chanyeol demands, rocking himself even more against you, and when you feel said climax rising you do just that.

Your body tenses when you reach your golden peak, Chanyeol’s name loudly erupting from your throat. Your senses numb as your vision witens, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your boyfriend basks in the breathtaking beauty of your orgasm, rubbing his thigh in slow circles across your clit, your body jerking at the over sensibility. “Ahhh, (Y/N), you’re so beautiful getting off, especially if the person doing it is me.” You make a coherent noise, too exhilarated in pleasure to answer.

It didn’t take no time at all before Chanyeol’s pulling you forward by your hips, hinting his next movements as he begins fumbling with your short buttons. You allow him, rocking your hips when he pulls them down, sliding your legs out. With those tight restraints out of his way, your boyfriend leads you above him, over his face. As embarrassed as you should be couldn’t be more eager to feel that tongue on your core, to have him swallow all your juices from his greedy actions.

Chanyeol moans at the sight before him, reaching up he slides his fingers through your drenched folds, gasping at how wet you’ve gotten from his tease. “You love when I touch you, don’t you baby? Of how good it feels when I get you gone,”

You close your eyes, blissful noises leaving your throat. “Oh god yes, more baby.” You plead, tossing your head back when he slides in a finger,

Chanyeol thrusts his finger in fast and deep, electing cries of ecstasy out of you, begging for more. He gives you just that. Slightly lifting up he presses his tongue against you, both moaning out loud. Chanyeol’s fast acting as he eats you out, needing more of your cum on his tongue. You don’t complain.

You gasp noisily, hands pulling harshly at your hair in the overwhelming bliss of your boyfriends wonderful mouth, the combination of his fingers and tongue seemingly driving you mad. Fuck, you couldn’t begin to explain how damn good he was making you feel, and the overstimulation of your last orgasm only made it better. You cry his name over and over, rocking your hips slightly against his face, craving more.

Chanyeol groans, suckling harder at your clit, digging his finger deeper inside you, searching for your spot and once he finds it you squirm, your body jerking from the inteseness of both appendages. Chanyeol knows your close so he speeds up, pressing his finger harder against that spot until you inevitability reach sastifaction. And when you do it hits you hard.

Your body visibly tightens, loud screams of pleasure erupting from within as you release against your boyfriends face. Chanyeol smiles across your pussy, tasting your cum with joy, your body jerking in the sensitivity when he does.

Chanyeol moans as he cleans you up, removing his finger from your dripping hole to get a better taste. Your breaths come out in heavy pants as he finishes. Though when he does you stumble to hold yourself upright. Your boyfriend sees this and after he wipes his lips he moves underneath you, sitting you in his lap. He gasps when you landed right on his cock, the neglect now beginning to set in. You feel it too and it makes you moan, loving the idea of how hard he gotten from tasting you.

Naturally you wasn’t the girlfriend to leave your lover hanging so to resolve his little problem you slowly trail your mouth down his body, kissing the bare flesh that you begin to reveal. Chanyeol moans, his breath uneven as he anticipates your doings. “Now its my turn to taste you.” You murmur against his buldging front, feeling his cock react to the tender touch of your lips so close. Chanyeol visibly begs and smile acknowledged, “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll wish you hadn’t provoked me.”

Chanyeol chuckles lowly, yanking you forward by the back of your hair. His lips crash against yours and you groan, loving how possessive he gets when he’s horny. “Yeah? Well I guess we’ll find out, now won’t we?”

“Hmm, I guess so.”

Flirt (S.M)

 Requested: Anon sent prompt number 23 “All that ass in those jeans, damn.”, and didn’t say who, so I’m just gonna go with my bby Shawn :)

Description: You’ve known Shawn since the third grade and hadn’t talked to him much until you were a freshman in college when he started hanging with some of your friends. Shawn takes a liking to you and doesn’t stop his endless flirting self. IT GETS CUTE AND FLUFFY.

Rating: Cursing (barely)

Ok so its not that good and its short but I tried. I couldn’t really think of anything to write lol.


Tonight, as any other Friday night, was spent with your friends at a bar you were all too young to get in, but your fake I.D.’s allowing you to gain access. Tonight was kind of a big night for you, you’re friends were celebrating passing your psychology class with an A. The celebration wasn’t a cake, or flowers, it was getting shitfaced. I ordered myself another margarita when the boys all came in. Jackson, Nick, Ian, and the Shawn Mendes. He’d recently found your instagram and hit you up telling you hoe pretty you were and how he”d like to see you and some of his friends, which were also mine, again.The funny thing was Shawn never paid much attention to me until now. I took it as a ‘You got hot and I kind of remember you and you’re friends with mine so hi’ type of deal.

Everyone sat down around our table, and Shawn sat directly next to me putting his hand on my thigh. I didn’t really acknowledge it until it started moving up my thigh. I looked at him and he had a cocky grin on his face. “Two can play at that game, Mendes.” I didn’t waste my time, i just put my hand over the crotch of his black jeans. I felt a reaction almost instantly, making me chuckle. “Eager?” His smile was turned into a straight line and his cheeks like tomatoes.


The night progressed and i was completely out of it. Slurring my words, dancing on the sidewalk on the way back to my apartment, I was even flirting with Shawn, who insisted on walking me back home. I knew he wasn’t nearly as bad as I was, but he was buzzed. I skipped in front of him and heard him almost growl. “How do you fit all that ass in those jeans, damn.” I only giggled and kept on walking on up to my apartment complex. I unlocked the door and turned to Shawn about to say goodbye, but instead of words coming out Shawn shoved his lips against mine. I kissed back feeling a rush of emotions toward him, but of course this was me in an intoxicated state. I pulled away and stared into my eyes.

“Wanna come in?” I asked without thinking. He nodded and I pushed the door back open allowing him to come in. “I think I’m gonna shower, make yourself at home.” I said and he plopped on the couch. I walked into the bathroom and stripped out of the nights outfit and turned on the water waiting for it to turn warm enough for me. I stepped in washing my hair and and my body. I took a step back and slipped and fell, yelping with pain. 

“Oh my god, y/n, are you okay?” Shawn barged in probably because he heard me crash. I only moaned, quietly sobbing. He grabbed a towel from the cupboard and opened the shower door and turned the water off. He wrapped thee towel around my body and lifted me with his strong arms and placed me on the sink. He kissed my forehead and looked at my tear stained cheeks. “Baby don’t cry.” He pleaded. I just dropped my head into his chest and wrapped my arms around his torso. He looked in the mirror seeing my back with a big scrape from the tiles in the shower. Shawn rubbed over it making me wince in pain. He sighed and carried me to my bedroom helping me slip a t-shirt on. He didn’t try finding underwear, he just put me in my bed. “Goodnight beautiful.” He walked toward the door, but I didn’t want him to leave.

“Stay.” I whispered.

“What’d you say?” He asked not sure if he really understood what I had said.

“Stay, please.” Shawn climbed into her bed and hugged me tightly, her alcohol coated breath steadied as he drifted into a beautiful nights sleep.

Always Willing to Help

Summary: I had a request for Nothing Is Working from Dean’s perspective. The reader has been having a hard time getting off. Dean happens to hear her cry out in frustration one time and she’s so upset that she blurts out what’s going on. He, of course, gives her a hand.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  2587

Warnings:  nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex

Originally posted by hunterchesters

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anonymous asked:

Number 5 with Namjoon please love

Hey there! Thanks for requesting! Here you go:

Prompt Request:  “I made my baby cry!”

Member: Namjoon

Genre: Fluff

Imagine Summary: Y/N surprises her boyfriend Namjoon on his birthday by flying out to see him.

Word Count: 593

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I walked out of the airport and hopped into a cab with a spring in my step. I hadn’t seen my boyfriend in two months and I was dying to hold him again. He has been traveling around the world performing for his fans and seeing so many different places and I’ve been overwhelmed with happiness and pride for him but at the same time, I wish I could be there with him. I can’t though, juggling university and my internship, I don’t really have a lot of spare time which is likewise for him. So when my boss told me I could have the weekend off, I knew that I had to find a way to see him. I called Jin, the member of Bangtan that I am closest with and asked him if he could help me make a surprise visit at their stop in California. Jin has always been so kind to me in an older brotherly way that I felt like I could count on him to come through and he did.

Now I’m on my way to the hotel where the boys are staying. I asked Jin to leave me a key to Jonnie’s room at the front desk.

My cab arrived at the hotel and I got out thanking the driver.

I went up to the front desk and showed them my ID and then they gave me the room key.

I walked up to the room and slid in the key. The room was average sized and had a cream queen sized bed in the center of the room. I put my stuff down and checked the time. 6:30. Joonie probably wouldn’t be here until 12am. I decided that I might as well freshen up. I went to the bathroom and took a shower and then redid my makeup and hair. By the time I was done it was  9:30pm. I figured I would just watch T.V and check my grades online.

The program I was watching started to get a bit boring so I couldn’t control it when fell asleep.

NAMJOON’S POV

“Goodnight hyung,” Jungkook said turning into his room.

“Goodnight,” I yawned back.

I was so tired. Not only physically but mentally tool. The tour was really wearing me down and I felt like I was just constantly having to push myself to keep going. I missed my motivator. My girlfriend, Y/N.

I slid the key into my door, thinking about what she could be doing right now and if it were too late to call her.

I walked in the room and shut the door. The first thing I saw was the light pink suitcase in the corner of the room. My heart began to beat a little faster. Than i noticed the small lump underneath the blanket on the bed. My hands started to shake in anticipation. I rushed over to see my beautiful girlfriend lying on the bed fast asleep. I knelt next her place on the bed and caressed her cheek.

She started to stir and opened her eyes and smiled that smile I love.

“Hi Joonie,”

“Hey, Jagi” My voice started to crack. I was so overwhelmed with joy.

“Aw, I made my baby cry!” She said teasingly.

“Shut up,” I said lightly and kissed her.

That night I just got straight into bed and held her close to my chest. I didn’t know how long I would have with her so I wanted to make sure I didn’t waste a minute.

——- A/N: Thanks for reading! If you liked this send me a request or use my prompt list here: https://bangtanbombimagines.tumblr.com/post/156337883189/prompt-list-requests

You Did This

Request: Number 27 with Derek maybe? Thank you! :)

Author’s Note: I had so much fun writing this wow! I haven’t ever read any pregnancy fics like this, so I figured I’d go down this road and I really hope you like it! c: It’s also a little longer than I originally planned, but I just couldn’t stop myself!

27. “I’m pregnant”

Warnings: Derek being a qt  \^.^/ 

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“Y/N, can I come in?” Derek called through the door anxiously. 

“No! Give me a second, geez,” I replied, rolling my eyes at his eagerness. I finished my business and pulled my sweatpants back up before moving over to wash my hands. I took a deep breath and set the timer for five minutes.

“Are you good?” Derek’s head poked around the door that he had cracked open, almost giving me a heart attack. I gave him a wide-eyed look and nodded. Derek grinned and walked into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around me. “So what now?”

“Now we wait,” I told him. We moved to sit down on the edge of the tub, looking anxiously in the direction of the counter. Derek’s hand rubbed small circles on my back as I started to bite my nails. “What do you think it’ll say?”

“I think we have some pretty good chances,” he said with a smirk. I nudged him playfully, a small blush rising to my cheeks. 

“What are we going to do if it says…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish my sentences.

“If that happens then just remember we have plenty of time, okay?” I nodded and let out a small sigh, leaning my head against Derek’s shoulder for comfort. He kissed the top of my head and I closed my eyes.

Please, please, please… I thought anxiously. A loud ringing brought me out of my reverie and back to reality. I looked at Derek to see him already looking at me, a nervous but excited expression on his face. I stood up slowly and took another deep breath. Derek gave me an encouraging nudge toward the counter and I crossed the small distance to look down at the test on the counter. My hand flew to cover my mouth when my eyes took in the results.

“What? What’s it say?” Derek asked eagerly, jumping up and coming over to me. “Oh my god.”

“I’m pregnant.” Happiness flooded through me and tears sprung to my eyes. Derek began to laugh happily, his arms wrapping around my body and picking me up to twirl me around.

“We’re pregnant!” he cheered loudly, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement. Derek and I had been trying for awhile now, and to have finally gotten pregnant was a huge excitement. 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it,” I said, laying a hand on my stomach. Derek’s hands cupped my face and he looked into my eyes with pure joy.

“I love you so much,” he whispered before pressing his lips to mine lovingly. I gladly returned the kiss. When we broke away, Derek got down on his knees in front of me, pressing his lips to my still-flat belly, making me giggle. “Hi there,” he said softly. “I’m your daddy. I can’t wait to meet you.” One of my hands went down to run through Derek’s hair and he rested his chin on my stomach to look up at me with a smile.

“We’re starting our family,” I whispered, a few more tears escaping down my cheeks. 

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I let out another loud yell as I was hit with another contraction. The pain was almost unbearable. Derek and I had talked about a natural birth, no medications, but I was rethinking that decision. I squeezed Derek’s hand when the pain hit yet again, panting heavily when it was gone.

“You’re doing great, Y/N,” he encouraged. “It’ll all be worth it once she’s here!” I turned to glare at him.

“This is your fault,” I spat at him. “You did this to me!” I saw Derek try to hold back a small smile, but he quickly dropped it when I growled at him, his eyes going wide. “Get me a doctor and an epidural.”

“But I thought-”

“Now!!” I shouted, another contraction starting. I threw my head back in the pillows on the hospital bed. Derek nodded and ran out of the room to fill my request. 

“Y/N, there isn’t time for an epidural, the baby is coming,” the doctor informed me when he and Derek walked in. I whimpered and tried to breathe through the pain, but it wasn’t helping. “It’s almost time to push!” 

“You can do it, sweety, come on,” Derek told me, planting a kiss on my forehead and holding my hand again. “Just remember, the first time is the hardest!” I turned to look at him, anger all over my features.

“First time?” I snarled. “You want me to do this again?!” 

“It’s time to push, Y/N!” the doctor said.

After pushing and screaming and lots of crying, I was finally holding our beautiful baby girl in my arms. She was wrapped in a soft pink blanket, her eyes closed. She had a little tuft of black hair, just like her daddy. Derek was on the bed with me, watching her little face.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered. I nodded in agreement, not able to take the smile off of my face. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N.” I turned to look at him, nothing but love in our eyes, and give him a small kiss that he happily returned.

“So, do we have a name yet?” the nurse asked softly as she entered the room. Derek and I had never been able to agree on a name, but looking at this beautiful creation I knew exactly what her name should be.

“Thalia,” I told her, causing Derek to look at me with a bit of surprise. “Her name is Thalia.”

“Y/N, are you sure?” he asked quietly. I looked at him and nodded. His smile showed every bit of thanks without him having to say a word. After the nurse left, I asked Derek if he wanted to hold her and he nodded eagerly. I placed Thalia’s bundled form in his arms and his face lit up. I laid my head on Derek’s shoulder as we look at our daughter.

“This was definitely worth it,” I whispered. I felt Derek hum in agreement and let out a happy sigh. “I already want another.”

“Already?” Derek laughed. I smiled and nodded, giving Derek a kiss that lasted a little longer this time. When we broke apart, we looked down to see Thalia opening her eyes and looking up at us.

“Green. Just like yours,” I whispered. Derek was smiling like an idiot and cooing down at her.

“She hasn’t even been here for a day and I already love her so much,” he told me. My heart swelled with love for this man, for my daughter; for my family.

Our Beloved Daughter - Markiplier Imagine

After nine months, nine long months it’s finally time. Mark and I were standing in the kitchen cooking dinner and that’s when my water broke. Mark was more freaked then I was, worrying about whether or not I was okay. I had to spend a good ten minutes trying to calm him down. But finally we were able to leave the house and go to the hospital.

Now we’re here, in a room pained a light blue color with elephants painted on the wall. Mark is sitting next to me while a doctor and 2 nurses are down at my feet. The doctor is yelling at me to push as I squeeze Mark’s hand tightly.

It seems to last an entirety. My body aches and is covered in sweat. The pain, is unbelievable, I can’t even think of the words to describe it. I’m squeezing Mark’s hand so tightly I feel like I’m going to break his hand. I knew it was a mistake to opt out of the pain meds.

“I can see the head, you’re almost done Mrs. Fischbach. Just a few poor pushes,” the doctor says to me.

I keep pushing, wanting to finally meet my baby. Those last few pushes seem to last a life time, like time is slowing down around me. Then out of no where comes the cry of a baby. I did it, I gave birth to my first child.

“Mr. and Mrs. Fischbach, its a beautiful and healthy baby girl,” the doctor says with a smile.

“Do you know what you’d like to name her?” One of the nurses ask us.

“Ruby Alexis Fischbach,” Mark says to her with a smile as he looks over at me.

“We’ll go clean Ruby up then be right back,” the other nurse says to us sweetly with a smile.

“We did it babe,” Mark says to me after a moment with a huge smile on his face.

“We did didn’t we,” I reply, my back relaxing against the mattress.

Mark stands up from his seat walking over to the sink. I grabs a few pieces of paper towel walking back over me. He hovers over my body, taking the paper towels wiping the sweat from my face.

“I love you Y/N,” he utters to me softly.

“I love you too Mark.”

A few minutes later the two nurses walk back into the room. One of the nurses comes to the side of the bed handing me my daughter. She’s now all cleaned up, wearing a pink little hat and is wrapped in a pink and white blanket. I wipe the stray tear from my eye, she’s absolutely beautiful.

“She’s beautiful Y/N, just like her mother,” Mark says caressing Ruby’s small face.

“Do you want to hold her?” I ask looking over at him.

He cautiously nods his head in response. Mark holds at his hands cautiously. I slowly hand him our little, sleeping Ruby. Once she’s in his arms, Mark’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. He hold her closely to him, looking at her with love filled eyes.

“Hey little one, I’m your daddy. I’m going to protect you and make sure no one ever hurts you,” he coos at her.

I smile with admiration at the two of them. I know that Mark is going to be a great father, it honestly wouldn’t surprise me if Ruby ends up being a daddy’s girl. The nurse walks back in suddenly.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to take her for the night,” she says sadly.

“Really?” Mark asks sadly.

“Yes, I’m afraid so, but it’s only for the first few nights. We really just want to make sure that she’s safe and everything and we really want to make sure that Mrs. Fischbach can recover a bit before Ruby gets to stay in here at night,” the nurse replies to Mark.

“Oh, okay,” Mark stands up from his seat handing Ruby to the nurse.

The nurse nods to us leaving the room with Ruby in her arms. Sluggishly moves back over to the chair sitting back down.

“It’s going to be okay, we’ll see her again tomorrow,” I say to Mark.

“I know, I just would like it better if she got to stay in here,” he says looking down at the floor.

“I know babe, but she will be in a few days. How about we go to bed, yeah?”

“Yeah okay. I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Mark.”

He turns off the light getting comfortable in the chair. I know that Mark is worried, but I know that Ruby will be okay. I also know now for sure that Mark will be an amazing father. He’ll clearly be over protective of her.

One More Chance

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(A/N): Thank you for sending in a request! I hope what I’ve written suits your fancy, but you can always use the refund policy if not.

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Member & Group: Mark Tuan, GOT7

Type: Angst/Fluff

Warning(s): Suggestion of abortion, Mark is OOC


  Your hands were shaking terribly as you unlocked the door to the apartment you shared with your long-term boyfriend, Mark. You still couldn’t believe that the doctor had just confirmed your pregnancy. Mark was at the peak of his career, how would this effect him? Surely it would have a negative impact on GOT7. You collapsed onto the couch, placing a hand over your mouth and letting a few tears leak from your eyes. It wasn’t that you didn’t want kids—in fact, you had dreamed of starting a family with your boyfriend ever since the two of you had gotten serious, it was just that you were so young. 

  With these thoughts crowding your mind, you fell asleep, curled in fetal-position on the soft cushion of the couch with tear tracks running down your cheeks. You dreamt of Mark kissing your stomach with joy, sweeping you into his arms and telling you that he was excited to be a father. The two of you had went over possible names, settling on one for a boy and one for a girl. 

  You woke up to the front door slamming closed. Jerking up from your curled position, you saw Mark stomping through the living room and into the kitchen, where he leaned over the sink and breathed deeply.

  “Oppa? Are you alright?” You asked cautiously, ambling over to him and placing your cheek against his taunt back.

  “Just a stressful day. JB wasn’t in a very good mood, and he took that out on us.” Mark turned around and wrapped his arms around you while kissing the top of your head. “How was your day, (Y/N)? Nothing exciting happened without me, right?”

  “Well, actually, I have to tell you something.” Your voice was quivering with dread, absolutely terrified of how he would react. Mark sensed this and pulled out of the hug, looking you directly in the eyes with concern on his face.

  “It’s alright, you can tell me, jagiya. I’m not going to get mad at you, I promise.” You averted your eyes from his, wringing your fingers together nervously.

  “M-Mark…I’m, um, I’m pregnant.” Mark backed away from you slowly, a look of disbelief shadowing his features.

  “No, no, no. This cannot be happening.” Mark mumbled, running his hands through his hair repeatedly. He walked up to you and grabbed your shoulders, holding them so tight it was close to being painful. “Please tell me your lying, that this is a joke, anything but this!”

  “I-I wouldn’t lie to you, Mark. I’m s-sorry, but it’s going to be okay. We’ll raise this child together, and it will be alright.” You put your hands on his cheeks, hoping that he wouldn’t leave you because of this.

  “No, we won’t.” He said sternly.

  “What else is there to do?” You asked curiously, pulling away from him in disappointment. 

  “What the hell do you mean ‘what else is there to do’? Get rid of it.” Mark snapped at you, glaring at your stomach. 

  “Oppa, that’s not funny.” You gasped, putting a protective hand over your belly.

  “I’m not kidding. Stop this while we’re ahead, and there’s nothing to worry about.” Shaking your head, tears brimmed your eyes as you ran to the couch and picked up your purse. 

  You pulled out a small disk and threw it at him, sobbing as you spoke, “I’m only five weeks along, so we couldn’t see the baby, but there’s the heartbeat. Right there, that’s the sound of the little baby you want to terminate. Our child. Your child, Mark.”

  You ran to the bedroom, throwing some clothes into a duffel-bag and walking back out to the living room where Mark stood looking emotionless and cold. 

  “You don’t want this baby? Fine, I’ll do this on my own.” You grabbed your purse and sprinted out the door, not bothering to take your apartment keys from the hook—you wouldn’t be needing them again.

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Eleven months later: 

  Your beautiful baby boy, Tsai, giggled up at you as you bounced him on your hip. You were walking along the Namhansanseong Fortress, looking out as the dying rays of sunlight illuminated the stunning mountains which surrounded you. Stopping to catch your breath a bit, you jumped up onto the side of one of the walls, placing Tsai on your lap and kissing his nose. He shriveled up his face, bringing his small hand up to cover the spot you pecked, making you laugh in adoration.

  “I love you so much, Tsai. Do you love me?” You questioned, though you knew he probably couldn’t understand you. To your surprise, the child smiled at you, showing his gums proudly. He looked like Mark, a spitting image of him, actually—the only resemblance to you was his eye color.

  “Aw, your baby’s so cute. How old is he?” A very familiar voice asked from your right. Looking over, your mouth dropped open to see Youngjae standing and smiling. Well, he was smiling until he recognized you. “(Y/N)!”

  “Youngjae, what are you doing here?” You inquired, hopping down from the wall and looking behind him. You froze when you saw the rest of GOT7 gazing at the scenery around them. 

  “We got the day off, so we did some exploring. Um, when did you have a kid? And why did you just disappear?” He turned to look at the rest of the members, waving them over.

  “No, Youngjae, don’t—” You were too late. They were already walking in your direction.

  “Hey, is that…” Jackson trailed off, looking at Mark with surprise on his face.

  “(Y/N).” Your name fell from Mark’s lips in a shocked whisper, his eyes zooming in on the small bundle in your arms.

 “Hello, Mark. This has been really nice, but I think I’ll be going.” You stated, slinging the diaper bag over your shoulder and fast-walking in the other direction. You didn’t get far before a hand grasped your elbow, turning you around to face him.

  “Is that…” Mark reached out to touch Tsai’s patch of soft hair, but you jerked back before he could come into contact with him.

  “Your son? Yes, this is Tsai, he’s two months old.” You informed him, smiling fondly down at your son while talking. 

  “Where have you been staying this whole time?” Your former partner asked uneasily. He was still staring at his son.

  “A hotel in Seoul.” You said shortly, narrowing your eyes at him and pulling Tsai closer to you.

  “By yourself?” Mark was astounded and extremely concerned from the sound of it. 

  “Why do you care? You’re the one who wanted to ‘get rid of it’.” You reminded him. Mark’s feature’s softened when Tsai yawned cutely, reaching up and pulling on your hair lightly.

  “Please, I was stupid, I was just scared. I’ve regretted it ever since, and I don’t want to lose you again. I tried to find you, but you didn’t tell anyone where you were. Forgive me, (Y/N). Please, please forgive me.” He dropped to his knees, looking up at you with teary eyes. Immediately, you realized that you’d never even thought about how all of this would make Mark feel, and now you regretted it.

  “Stand up, Mark.” He obeyed, giving you a pleading gaze. “Do you want to hold him?”

  “What? I mean, yes, absolutely. Can I really?” You nodded shyly, handing the child to Mark carefully. Tsai immediately began to cry when you released him, but the sobbing ceased when Mark let him hold his finger in his tiny grasp. “What did you say his name was?”

  “It’s Tsai.” You said quietly, watching as Tsai looked up at his father in amazement, smiling from ear to ear at him. 

  “That’s a beautiful name. Oh! He’s smiling!” Mark gasped, grinning right back at his kid. This made the infant laugh with glee, stretching his arms up to the sky and wiggling in Mark’s arms. The man looked at you in alarm, afraid he would drop him. You took Tsai back into your hold, who then began to tear up.

  “He wants his dad to hold him.” You smiled gently, watching as Mark took the baby back and hugged him to his chest. 

  “God, (Y/N), our baby is so beautiful.” Mark gaped at the child, kissing all over his face before looking at you with love in his eyes.

  “He looks just like you, Oppa. He even acts like you.” You told him. Mark stepped towards you hesitantly, pressing his lips to your forehead before whispering:

  “Please let me back into your life, I never stopped loving you, and I want to be in my son’s life.” A drop of liquid hit your face, and you noticed that Mark had begun to cry.

  “Okay, I’ll give you another chance. But, you need to be up to the challenge of getting up several times a night, changing diapers and keeping Tsai occupied.” Mark nodded quickly, kissing you hard as the members whooped and cat-called behind him.

  “I’ll do anything. Thank you so much, (Y/N), thank you.” 

  You had taken a taxi to the fortress, so you rode home with Mark and the boys in their van. You informed all of them of where you had been staying and working, choosing not to reveal exactly why—though it was apparent. 

  “So, where did you come up with the name Tsai?” BamBam asked on the way home. You smiled softly, glancing over at Mark, who was playing with Tsai.

  “Oh, it came to me in dream.”

Becoming A Father

Request is done! Shannon becoming a father. Hope you like it! :)

“Okay Mrs. Leto, you’ve dilated 10 cm and it’s time to push” the doctor says and the nurse immediately stands by my side.
“Oh my God” I exclaim. Shannon grabs my hand tightly and places the other near my head.
“You can do it” he says encouraging.
“And a big push, Y/N” the doctor says and I push as hard as I can. I exhale and tears begin to run down the side of my face.
“Keep pushing, Y/N” the doctor keeps saying. Shannon dries some sweat from my forehead away with a little towel.
“Come on, Y/N. You can do this” Shannon says looking me in the eyes. I inhale and push once more. The pain was indescribable.
“I little more” the doctor says. Shannon is looking down by my legs. He looks stunned by the view of his first child being born.
“I can’t do this” I exhale and throw back my head unto the pillow.
“Babe, you can do this. You’re almost there” Shannon immediately tries to cheer me up.
“Y/N, you need to push harder. The umbilical cord is around her throat” the doctor informs me. My maternal instinct instantly kicks in.
“It’s a girl?” Shannon asks baffled. The doctor nods. Shannon has tears in his eyes.
“It’s a girl! he exclaims and strokes my hair. “Come on, Y/N, you can do it!” he says once again. I put all the energy I have left and push once more.
“A little further” the doctor says and I keep pushing. I’m squeezing Shannon’s hand so much, his fingers are turning blue. Suddenly I feel the presser from my body vanish. I look at Shannon, but his expression scares me. He was pale and he looked worried.
“Where is she?!” I ask anxious. Shannon holds my hand with both his hands. Time felt like it was standing still. “Shannon” I choke out through my tears. Suddenly I hear the most beautiful cry. Shannon’s face lightens up and the biggest smiles appears on his lips.
“She’s okay” he begins to cry.
“She’s okay” I repeat whispering. I feel relief wash over me. The nurse walks over with our beautiful daughter.
“Would you like to hold her” she asks me. I reach out my arms and embrace my baby.
“Hello baby girl. I’m your mommy” I say looking down at her. Shannon sits on the edge of the bed, puts his arm over my shoulder and looks down at his daughter.
“She’s perfect” he says soft. “Just like her mother” he says and kisses me.
“You want to hold her?” I ask. He nods and reaches for her. He stands up, holding her in his arms.
“She’s so tinny” he says completely captivated by her. “I’m your daddy” he says gently rocking her from side to side. “I’ll always be there” he whispers, not breaking his eyes away from her. “We’ll always be there” he says smiling towards me.

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[ AU Klayley - Klaus and Hayley lost their daughter, one year later they’re together again but when Hayley’s life is in danger she meet her daughter on the other side…in a beautiful real dream. ]

Mum! ” Hayley spun around and saw her. Was it real? She wore a white dress , and ran toward her with a flower in her hand . In her eyes she sees Klaus , in the little girl, in her smile she found the baby she loved . She did not know how it was possible , but there was no time for questions, Hayley just wanted to see her, hug her. The girl found herself in Hayley’ arms , she was bigger and wonderful . “This is for you , I’ve been waiting for you. ” Her voice was the sweetest she had ever heard . Kayla handed her a blue rose . Hayley walked all over her face with her hands . She was perfect , and it was more beautiful than she thought.

“Is that really you? My baby? Kayla ? ” she said, trying not to cry.

Of course!” her laugh was contagious. Hayley held her once again on her chest.

“ I won’t let you go, never again. ” She was her little girl and for nothing in the world would she stop looking at her.

No mum, you have to go back. They need you. ” Hayley looked at the little girl’s face. She was perhaps five or six years old , and she wondered why it couldn’t last forever.

“And I need you too , my baby girl. ” Kayla began to play with the flower she had given to her mother.

[…]Hayley was picking flowers with Kayla, they played together, both smiling and happy to walk barefoot in the huge lawn that surrounded them. You have to take care of them. ” Hayley looked around but she saw no one . Then she heard voices , the laughter, it seemed to be children. “Don’t be afraid to go back, you and dad are the bravest people I know , and I’ll always be here. go back mum.Go back to daddy . ” Hayley shook her head crying. She hugged her again and she didn’t know what was the right thing to do .

“I love you, Kayla. Your mom loves you . ” she told her by settling the long, brown hair just like hers.

Me too mom, always and forever.

[…]“You’ll be fine , my brave little girl?” The figure of Kayla was walking away from her and Hayley wanted to hang on to her but  she always felt those little sweet voices and Klaus was shaking her hand, she could feel it.

Have you ever heard about angels , mum? ” Kayla disappeared . Hayley couldn’t see her, not anymore but she could swear it was the most real thing that life had given her .

read here full chapter: Cerulean Blue | Chapter 6 | Hayley’s dream

EXO React - When They Catch You Staring Lovingly at Your Newborn

Request!!! Yay!!! This request is soooo cute!!! I’ll try my best ok?

              

Baekhyun- My two favorite girls in one room. What did I do to deserve a perfect family like this?

                             

Chanyeol (Feat. D.O)- She stared at him for hours and then she started poking his nose and making baby noises… how cute is that!

                               

Chen- Honey~ Do you know how beautiful you are when you’re staring at him like that?

                        

D.O.- Kisses for my two cuties!!!

                     

Kai- Oh, hey baby…and baby…You’re both so cute, I’m gonna die~~

                                               

Kris- My angel holding our little angel. You’re both so beautiful. I promise I’ll always protect you both.

(how can a guy look so manly while crying?)

                                                     

Lay- She’s watching the baby sleeping, cutie!!

                                      

Luhan- Sweetie, if you only knew how much you both mean to me.

                                                                    

Sehun- It’s so precious, I can’t even…!!!

                                                    

Suho- I just want to put you two cuties in my pocket and carry you all over the place.

                                                                       

Tao- You’re such a wonderful mom, and gorgeous too.

                                                                                

Xiumin- You’re both so darn sweet, I wanna eat you up! We definitely need to have another one!

okay I just need to get this out but I love calvin so much like it’s not even a fangirl thing he just makes me so happy and I will never be able to understand how someone can be that beautiful like when I say calvin is the most beautiful person I’ve seen I’m not even lying he’s so beautiful and his smile lights up my world and I feel so happy seeing his smile or his laugh or whatever I’m just so heart eyes for him and not to mention he’s incredibly smart and funny and extremely hardworking like holy shit he puts his heart n soul into his content and he makes me so happy and it’s hard for me to be happy so for this lanky tree to waltz in my life and change it for the better is beyond my mind and I’m so grateful for him and I will never know someone who is as amazing as he is and yeah he’s kind of a dick sometimes and shit but literally no ones perfect and god I just think he’s the most beautiful boyo in the world and he makes me sooo happy and he’s just a small little precious boyo and ahh I love him so much I could talk about this all day I’m so extra I love calvin so much (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚

Birth story

On July 29th after I got home from spending time at Owen’s. I layed down in my bed. I was almost 38 weeks pregnant and so sick of it. Don’t get me wrong I loved my pregnancy, but it was so physically difficult.. especially those last few days. For the last month I had braxton hicks contractions almost every single day. Jades head was so low into my pelvis that sometimes walking around was nearly impossible, at times it felt like I was sitting on a knife. And the back pain was getting unbareable. So there I was laying in bed, having just told owen I was going to try and sleep off these contractions, thinking about how badly I wanted to meet my baby, when all of a sudden (around 9:45pm) I felt a POP and before I could even have a second thought, warm fluid was gushing out of me. I could not believe my water broke. I quick grabbed my phone to call my parents and tell them the news. They were on their way home and While i was waiting for them I paced around the house not really grabbing anything that I actually needed for the hospital. I managed to get my wallet and a book. I think that was about it. Also I called Owen of course and he couldn’t believe it, this was really happening. My parents finally got there and I got into the passenger seat. My mom sat behind me and rubbed my shoulders and told me I was gonna meet my baby girl soon and then it hit me that this was actually happening. I was gonna be a mama soon. I was gonna meet my baby and I would love her more then anything. And idk if it was just coincidence but then the contractions started getting stronger. All of a sudden I didn’t want my shoulders rubbed anymore. I called my doctor and let her know I was on my way. At this point it was getting difficult to talk through my contractions. The whole way there my mom was asking me what I wanted her to do and as the contractions got worse so did my tolerance for her trying to soothe me. I tried calling my sister, who’s college is two hours away, but she wouldn’t answer. I was praying she wasn’t already asleep. We finally got to the hospital and my mom and I quickly walked inside. I was offered a wheel chair but I just speed waddled right on by, my water still gushing out of me (into owens sweat pants hehe) when we got to labor and delivery the receptionist heard the way I was breathing and looked me in the eyes and she said “Hey, slow it down. Focus.” And I realized I needed to start taking control before it was to late. They got me into a room and got me undressed and checked. I was only 2.5 cm dilated. Then the contractions started hitting even harder. Ripping through my back, and then wrapping around my hips and into my belly. I couldn’t believe I only made that much progress with how painful these contractions were. My dad texted my mom from the waiting room that owen and his mom arrived and that he was going to go home and rest ( he works extremely early in the AM) At the same time my sister finally called my mom to see what was happening and she was on her way in like 5 minutes. My mom was being so sweet trying to talk to me so gently and standing by my side and honestly in that moment I hated it. I didn’t want her even in the room with me. When she was standing next to me I told her to sit down. Thinking back on it I feel sooo bad I can’t believe the way I was acting. But she said she was the exact same way when she was in labor. It wasn’t until they were wheeling me into my birthing room that I realized I couldn’t do it on my own. The pain was too intense and each contraction that rocked my body made me surrender more and more and I realized I did need her. Bad. And she was right there holding my hand telling me I was doing so well. And each time I took a huuuge inhale as big as I could and then for some reason my exhales actually came out as me going “ssshhhhhh!!!” And that helped so much. It was about 1am when owen and his mom came into the room and as soon as I saw him I wanted to break down. I just wanted to cry and him to hold me and at the same time one of the strongest contractions washed over me and finally his hand was in mine and I felt stronger. I was ready. They checked me again at 1:30 and I was finally 4cm. Going into labor I didn’t know if I wanted any pain medication or not but at this point I knew. I knew I wanted to be able to rest before I needed to start pushing and I would not have been able to do that with these contractions that literally took all of my energy away. I had the epidural at 2:30 and my sister arrived shortly after and I was so so so happy to see her. We joked around a little while and I ate some ice (my favorite pregnancy craving) before drifting into a weird kind of sleep. Waking up every so often to be poked at by my nurse. Before I even knew it it was a little after 5am when they checked me again and i was 9cm. By this time the epidural wore off almost completely and I could feel the intense pressure of wanting to bear down. I just couldn’t stop thinking that I was going to meet my baby soon. Around 6 am they told me I should do some practice pushes to get the feel of it. It was finally time for me to get dis babeh out. My mom had one of my legs and Owen was brushing my hair away from my face. The first few pushes didn’t go well. I couldn’t feel exactly how to bear down. We gave it a little rest for about 5 minutes and then the pressure was so crazy I thought jade was gonna come out on her own. I started pushing again and i finally got the hang of it. And then I felt the burning sensation of her head being so sooo close. They asked me if I wanted to feel her hair and I reached down and felt a lil peach fuzz and that was enough. I wanted her out and in my arms. I pushed again and i knew she was coming. The last push was the strongest I’ve ever felt in my life. And with it I felt a twist and a pull and there she was. Plopped right on my chest. Warm and slippery and crying and beautiful. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen. In that moment the pain was gone. All of it. There are no words to describe the overwhelming amount of love you feel. I just remember screaming “oh my god! She’s so freaking cute! Oh my goddd! Baby!” And I looked over at my love like look what we made. Look how beautiful she is. And he was crying and I was crying and my sister balling her eyes out like I’ve never seen before. All of us were in tears. It was the most emotional, beautiful, incredible moment of my life. And I really wish those words could explain it to the full extent but they cant, no words can. She was born at 6:49am on july 30th, weighing 7lbs 3 ounces and 20.5 inches long. After they got her all cleaned up and finished stitching me up (I had a small tear upwards) she was placed on me, skin to skin and latched right away. I just couldn’t stop crying. I had my baby. My perfect, squishy lil baby. Jade Isabella, my love.

Imagine for Anon || Nash Grier

Nash and I have been dating for quite a while now. It’s mostly been low key, but everyone knows we’re into each other. The only ones out of our friends that know we’re actually together is my best friend Y/F/N and Cameron. I’m surprised that Cameron has kept it a secret all this time, but I’m glad. I haven’t told Nash yet, but Cam and I arrange a trip so that I can surprise him at Magcon in New Jersey. I’m so beyond stoked to be with Nash, the boys and Mahogany this weekend, I almost forget to pack. After a long day of packing and traveling, I’m finally throwing my things into the car Cam rented to pick me up from the airport. “Hi, Camy,” I smiled excitedly upon seeing him. “I missed you, Shrimp,” he teases me as I roll my eyes. On the drive to the hotel we catch up, and talk about all the fun we’d be having over the weekend. “I can’t wait to see him,” I sigh impatiently. “Luckily for you we’re here, and Gilinsky is keeping him busy,” Cam smiles, readjusting his SnapBack. “You can keep all your things and get ready in my room, no one’s usually there - certainly not Nash,” he assures me.

Once Cam sneaks me up to his hotel room and I lock myself in the bathroom, I put my music on shuffle and blast it. I showered before I came, and all I needed to do was fix my makeup and do my hair. Smiling to myself in the mirror, I straighten my long locks and then curl the ends. “Perfection!” I say excitedly to my reflection. After washing off all of my makeup and redoing it so that it was fresh and on point, I nod to myself and decide I look okay enough. I trade my plane clothes for a pair of black leggings, a white v-neck with one of Nash’s flannels unbuttoned overtop and decide that he’d like that - a lot. Slipping my sock covered feet into my combat boots, I begin to feel butterflies fluttering in my belly. I was so excited to see Nash, it had been too long and it would take everything in me not to jump on that stage and kiss him. Before I leave the room, I grab the key Cameron left me and my pass to let the security know I was allowed in front of the gates and tuck them into my leather satchel.

As I step into the elevator, I scroll through twitter and blush at Nash’s tweet. “I need to see her so badly :(,” it read. Boy was he in for a surprise. As the elevator gets closer and closer to the ground floor, I receive a text from Carter. “Hey, beautiful. I’m waiting outside in the red top taxi. Cam told the guys I’d be late so that you wouldn’t have to show up alone.” Perfect, I smile. Opening the door to the only taxi I see, I greet Carter. I didn’t know him all that well, but he was one of Nash’s friends, so I gave him a chance. I’d heard a lot of things about him, not all of it good, so I worked hard at keeping things platonic.

Once we reach the venue, Carter informs the driver that we needed to be dropped off in the back so that we could avoid the attention of the fans and so that he could get in on time. I apologized to him for almost making him late as he lead me to a security guard that would usher me around while the event was occurring. Excusing myself and dashing into the closest bathroom, I make sure everything is in place and I look okay. I was warm, comfy, honestly feeling pretty damn sexy in Nash’s flannel shirt, and glad I wore it. Looking in the floor length mirror, I wondered what I could’ve done to look better. Smirking, I tug on my v-neck a bit and expose a small amount of cleavage, just enough to catch his attention. Looking at myself up and down, I nodded before adding some Chapstick to my lips. I leave the bathroom and walk back to the security guard. “Ready.” I smile at him. Girls everywhere looked at me left and right - did they notice me? Probably not, must be wondering why I had an escort or something, I shrug. As we walk to a door that requires security pass code, the large man leads me into the venue where I heard nothing but screams. It seemed to have already started.

As I look up to the stage, I realize Nash hasn’t noticed me. Why would he? There were a million screaming girls, he was probably focusing on making sure his ears wouldn’t bleed. Suddenly I hear my name from behind me. “Y/N!” I hear. No, not a chance, I shake my head as I turn around. A girl hands me her phone and says, “Picture?” I smile, holding up the camera so I can capture her and her friends in the photo. “No, silly!” She laughs. “Can I get a picture with you?” She asks. I look at her taken aback, unaware that people knew who I was, and proceeded to take a few selfies with her. Some cute and smiley, others funny and silly. She hugged me before retrieving her phone, and I turn back to the stage. Nash’s eyes are wide and I read excitement in his expression. “Hi, baby,” he mouths. “Hi, handsome,” I smile up at him. As he turns away to incorporate himself back into the event, I notice Carter smiling down at me. Oh, god, I think to myself. He didn’t….no, I shake my head. He doesn’t think I was mouthing a hello to him, does he? Slapping my palm against my forehead, I cringe. Bad things were bound to happen from this.

Magcon continued harmoniously. The boys were so funny and talented, but as soon as Nash went backstage, I bolted, the security guard hot on my heels. “Baby!” I all but shouted, running towards him. Before I even reach him, Carter comes out of nowhere and intercepts my embrace. My brows furrow, and I’m hoping my face is smashed with confusion. I laugh, and move away from Carter. “I just saw you like, an hour ago, Carter,” I make a face at him, before Nash interrupts. “Just the man I was looking for,” I blush, wrapping my arms around Nash and kissing his cheek multiple times. “I missed you,” he whispers sweetly into my ear before pulling me up to wrap my legs around him. “I missed you so much more,” I manage to muster up. “This is such a surprise,” he looks up at me, brushing my hair out of my face. “And you look so fucking sexy in my shirt… Especially teasing me with your white one,” he winks before setting me down. “Baby, all I wanna do is kiss you and hold you right now but I gotta run back up on stage. After that, you’re mine,” he kisses my forehead. “I’m already yours,” I wink back, watching him run towards the boys who were making their way back onto the stage. Sitting on an unoccupied couch, I huff, pulling out my phone. “I didn’t get the chance to tell you how beautiful you look tonight,” Carter says, sitting next to me on the couch. Uh, yes you did. We drove here together, I think to myself. I laugh, and look back down at my phone which was now blowing up with twitter mentions and photos of me. How lovely.

“You look good there,” he says, wrapping his arm around the part of the couch my head was leant against. “Thanks,” I smile, looking down at the selfie the girl posted. I hit reply and tell the girl how beautiful she was and add in how great it was to meet her. After throwing in some cute emojis, I hit the lock button on my iPhone. “I thought you and Nash were kind of together,” he says quietly. “We kind of are,” I nod, a goofy smile plastered on my face as I slyly move away from him. “Why’d you call me handsome while I was on stage?” He asked. Before I had the chance to answer, Nash grabbed me by the arm and pushed me into an empty room. “What the fuck was that?” He asks angrily, his face turning red. “Baby, I don’t know. It was fine when we were in the cab over here, but now he thinks I was mouthing ‘Hi, handsome’, to him on the sta-,” I start to say before getting cut off. “WHAT THE FUCK?” Nash roars. “I thought you were saying that to me!” He fumes. “Nash! I was!” I fire back. “Cam and I have had this weekend planned for weeks. I’m here for you. I’m here to support you - be here for my boyfriend. I was just being nice to Carter, I didn’t want to be a bitch. I didn’t think he’d up and grow a crush on me over the span of an hour,” I shake my head. “I can’t believe you’d even think I’d have eyes for anyone but you,” I start to break down. “Baby, baby… Don’t cry, angel,” he whispers, pulling me into an embrace. “I’m sorry I just did that to you,” he kisses my forehead. “But it’s Carter. He seems to have every beautiful girl wrapped around his finge-,” he begins to say before this time, I cut him off. “All but your girl, maybe. I’m yours, Nash. I don’t know how I can make that any clearer,” I rise onto the tips of my toes, and hungrily press my lips to his.

“God, I needed that,” Nash smiles against my lips and untangles his hands that had made their way into my hair. “Now for that fucker…,” he huffs, leaving the room suddenly. “Baby, don’t-,” I tell him, but it’s too late. He pulls Carter up by the collar of his shirt and brings their faces close. “Listen up,” he starts. “I don’t know where the fuck you got the idea that my girlfriend is into you, but she isn’t. We all know you like to have your pick of the week, but stay the fuck away from my girl. Got it?” He asks, letting go of Carter’s shirt and pushing him back down onto the couch after he had nodded in agreement. “Uh, guys?” Taylor pipes up. “We need you for the finale,” he reminds them. Nash turns around, pecks my lips several times before whispering a few sweet nothings into my ear. “Get out there!” I giggle, before making my way back out into the venue where I wave at the girl I’d met earlier. As I watch the boys and Mahogany finish up for the night, I think about how that would be the easiest argument we’d get into. Whatever was to come, it would get increasingly harder, but at least I know we trust each other after getting our feelings out and that at the end of the day I’m still his girl.