i thought this before but after i saw it i really started thinking he was born to play the doctor

The Thing Under the House

It wasn’t long after an investigation into the disappearance of Steve Bowman was launched that my partner and I ended up at the home of Anne Deering.

The house sat atop a hill, away from everyone and everything. It was in need of work and the crawlspace under the house appeared unnaturally dark which made no sense to me but that’s all I could think when I saw it. A strange thought to have but it invaded my mind and stayed there until my partner parked the car.

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Let Me Love You pt. 8

Originally posted by sebaeked


Let Me Love You

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Description: When the truth finally comes out are you willing to take Baekhyun back?

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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You push the door shut behind you. You can feel Baekhyun’s eyes on you as he waits for you to speak but you are not ready to turn around. You dread the moment you meet his eyes. What exactly is there for you to say? For him to say? Realistically, you shouldn’t have agreed to this talk. Him lying to his fiance that he’ll be out late and to not wait up for him. You kissing Chanyeol on the cheek and tell him you had a great time tonight and can’t wait to see him again when in reality you’re letting his best friend somehow persuade you back to your hotel because the only man you can think about is Baekhyun. At this point you don’t know who’s worse; you or Baekhyun.

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Jungkook Scenario: Stay With Me.

Request: Hey beauties, Can you do a scanior of jk based on goblin ost stay with me, of him in love with a noona , she like him back but feel burden of age difference so she don’t it’s right. tho it’s only one year. Thanks Love you too.

Genre: Angst / Fluff.


There he came again. You saw Jungkook through the window, the place where you spent much of the time having glimpses of the world. Your flat was on a busy street, so no matter what hour of the day you saw people, cars, pets, couples sharing love, families going to the museum, school excursions, you saw everything through that window, including your neighbor, the only guy you had allowed yourself to befriend, even if most of the times you regretted that friendship.

You lived alone, because for you it was vital to live as such, you seldom went out and you worked from home, you had known Jungkook by bare chance one day throwing out the trash, he had opened the door for you and he had smiled, dashingly, beautifully, and it was like seeing the world for the first time. 

You couldn’t say no to that smile, so later on you had opened the door and for the first time a man had entered your apartment, in what it seemed like ages you had had a real conversation with someone, but you knew you couldn’t get your hopes up.
Jungkook, although younger than you was mature and interesting, he worked for a car company, he liked to travel and had been in many places, places that you could only dream about and that he showed you in the pictures he brought in his tablet, Rome, Puckett, Prague, Jakarta, Auckland, and many more, it showed he liked to party regularly and you guessed he must had a ton of friends, a ton of girls to choose from. You knew you were a little part of his life, minuscule, but you liked to think he also looked forward to it.

The bell rang and you jumped, you had dolled yourself up, a little, just as you used to when he came, you wanted him to find you at least agreeable so you made the effort. You went and opened the door for him, greeting him with a smile as always feeling yourself tremble a little when he took a step forward way too fast, you jumped back almost falling and Jungkook laughed.

-Y/N, what is it? You are like a cat- he joked, you laughed a little, telling yourself you should be more attentive.

-You know, gotta stay alive, I mean awake, attentive!- you shook your head in embarrassment as you closed the door. 

Jungkook chuckled. -You are cute, will you do your famous tea today? I came all the from my home for it-

-Jungkook, you live next door-

He smiled widely. -I know, but I came here-

-Alright-

You went to make the tea, Jungkook waited patiently watching you from the kitchen table, his eyes never left your frame as you searched things and prepared a few cookies, he observed you making you blush, it was time like this when it was the hardest, thinking of him as something else, something that could not be.

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One Night Stand

So this has been in my drafts for pretty much forever.  I havent posted it because ive been a little afraid to in all honesty but here goes nothin.  I hope you enjoy it!!

-Cassie

Originally posted by hail-to-the-goalies

           You weren’t the type of girl that ever had one night stands, like ever, and you were by no means a puck bunny but when Connor McDavid himself started buying you drinks you couldn’t say no.  For crying out loud it was Connor McDavid, no one could say no.  But the little plus sign was a harsh awakening as to why you didn’t have one night stands.  It wasn’t just a maybe either, this was the fifth test you took.  To make matters even worse every time you had tried to call he sent your call directly to voicemail.  Understandably, no one wanted to keep in touch with a one night stand but what if you were calling to tell him you tested positive for HIV or chlamydia or YOU WERE PREGNANT with his child.

           You weren’t sure what to do, you couldn’t raise a child on your own you could barely keep yourself together.  You were on the verge of writing a letter, a fucking letter, until a friend had suggested you going to a game and getting his attention.  At first it seemed like a great idea but now being at the Rogers Place along with 18,000 other people getting the great captains attention seemed hopeless.  With about ten minutes left in the third you made your way out and down to the changeroom area.  You waited an hour and a half outside the doors receiving looks from everyone that walked by you making you want to scream as loud as you could. Finally, Connor left the changeroom, his hair wet from his shower, his suit looking perfect, and a beautiful smile across his face.  

            He looked in your direction telling his teammates he would catch up with them later.  The smile that was on his face seconds ago, turning into a frown making you regret your decision to tell him.  “What the hell are you doing here?” he asks you lowly pulling you into a corner.

            “I called you” you start slowly “I wouldn’t have to be here if you would have just answered your phone.”

            “Well sorry (y/n) people don’t usually keep in contact with their one night stands” he says with annoyance laced in his words “I gave you my number but people don’t usually call their one night stand.”

            “You don’t have to keep on reminding me that I was only a one night stand” you say anger taking over you “I found something out and I can’t do it on my own, I don’t have the money to or the time or the mental strength.”

           “What the hell are you talking about?” he asks his voice soft “(y/n) you sound like you’re going to say you’re pregnant.”

           “Connor, I am” you whisper “you got your one night stand pregnant.”

            You could see all the colour drain from his face, mimicking yours after you saw the first test and after your doctor told you. “B-but… but that’s not possible, we-I used protection (y/n) I can’t raise a kid I have my career, I don’t even know you how can we raise a kid together?”

            “And what Connor my life doesn’t matter, I’m in school, I plan to have a career, I can’t raise a kid all by myself” does he really think that you’re going to raise a kid on your own?  Of course, people did it but there is no way you could.

           “That’s not what I meant of course your life matters too but come on (y/n), I the captain of a fucking NHL team you can easily put school on hold for a little while.”

           “Oh!” you yell having absolutely no other response.  Does he realize how expensive university is?  Even though he was handed a full ride scholarship you thought maybe he would have some idea of the cost.

           “Ok that came out wrong” he says quickly “I mean if you’re going to have this kid you’ll have to put school on hold.”

           “I’m not going to get rid of it Connor so yes I will have to put my life on hold, which isn’t what I’m asking you to do, I am just asking you for help” you take a pause to catch your breath and make sure you aren’t about to cry “I don’t have the money to raise a child by myself.”

           “Fine if it’s about money I’ll give you money every month.  But (y/n) I can’t be a father.”

           “Then you’re a coward Connor” the words come out like venom “A fucking coward, you made a mistake and you won’t stand up and help take care of the fucking problem.  Maybe it’s a good thing you don’t want any part of this child’s life, I wouldn’t want him to take any traits from you anyways.”

           “You said him?” he questions quietly looking down at your stomach “did you already find out?”

           “No, it’s still way too early to.  I just have a feeling” you reply, instinctively bringing your hands to your stomach “I’m only about two months along.”

           You stand in silence for a few minutes, silently contemplating what you should do. Apologize for calling him a coward? Ask him once more to be a part of the baby’s life?  Or just leave?  You pick the last option and begin to make your way out of the arena before the tears start flowing.

——

           “Whenever you’re ready in there little buddy, mommy’s ready for you to get outta there” you laugh a little at the baby voice Connor used, it wasn’t the first time but it always managed to make you laugh.  

             Connor hadn’t chased after you that day at the arena but two weeks later at an ultrasound appointment he showed up and shed a tear when the technician played the heartbeat, not that he would ever admit it, and continued to come to every appointment since then.  He had introduced you to his team as his girlfriend even though he hadn’t asked you about it.  But after that he asked you and made it official, and five months later you were basically living in his house.  

              Now in the home stretch of your third trimester you couldn’t wait to get the baby boy out.  Indeed, your hunch had been right, Connor insisted you find out the gender to be sure you were buying the right products and because he though it would be a girl and wanted to prove it to you.  The baby’s room had been painted and all set up, the theme, of course, Edmonton Oilers and hockey in general.  At first the rest of the team had been hesitant about you, wondering if Connor was positively the dad and weary that you were just using him for the money but after you convinced them with a DNA test they took you in and treated you like family.  You understood the hesitancy and you were glad for it knowing that your baby would be raised in such a wonderful environment.  Many of the wives that were already mothers were ecstatic to help you with everything and the entire team loved teasing Connor about becoming a dad.

           “Con, I’m happy that I chose you to have a one night stand with” you smile at him “but if he ever asks I think we should tell him something else.”

           “Yeah” Connor says after thinking about it for a minute “that sound like a good plan.  I’m happy you didn’t give up when I didn’t answer your calls.”

           “(y/n) after he’s born I’m going to marry you” Connor says moving up the bed to be beside you “because you deserve everything and I’m going to give it to you.”

           You can’t help the tears that start coming out of your eyes “I love you so much Connor McDavid” you say leaning forward to kiss him.

           “And don’t worry” he starts again “I’m going to propose to you in the best way you could ever thing of.”

Stitches

Dean cheats on the reader, so she runs with a secret and stays in a small town working in a diner when the boys come back into the picture

Dean and Reader

ANGST, cheating, forgiveness, emotional and physical abuse, fluff, seriously like teeth rotting fluff

Word Count:  2,777

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           Another hunt, another fight. Your boyfriend was angry again, and per usual he went to the bar down the road from the motel. I decided to go down and talk, as I walked in I saw him dancing with a skinny blonde, making out like teenagers. I never knew my heart could shatter like that. I walked back out and back to our room, I knocked on Sam’s door and saw the door open. He saw your condition, “what’s wrong?” I started sobbing, “He cheated on me Sam” He grabbed me and held me as I sobbed into his shirt. “I’ll have Cas take you home to pack okay, you can use one of bobby’s cabins” I just nodded and went back to the room and gathered my things.

           I prayed to Cas to help me out, I heard his wings and he immediately knew the situation. He touched my forehead and sent me back to pack my belongings. “I do not understand y/n, why would he do that?” “Because he can” I knew there would be a day he would find someone better than me. Cas helped me with my belongings, packing my car.

           He hugged me tightly and promised to keep in touch. I started the car and headed out into the great unknown. I had never felt so alone in my life, I knew I wasn’t but it still destroyed me, every fiber of my being.

Sam POV

           I heard pounding on the door and knew it was Dean, I wanted to kill him for doing that to her. She was like my sister, and I was supposed to protect her from the heartache. I opened the door seeing Dean an absolute mess. “You deserve to feel that! How could you??” “I know Sam, Cas already talked to me. I always promised I wouldn’t break her heart but I did anyway”

           “Well she’s gone now, so you can back to being a one night stand guy” “I don’t want to” I shook my head and slammed the door in his face. He deserved what he got coming to him. Cas had zapped in later and revealed that she was pregnant, she had called him panicking. I sent her a text and told her she wasn’t alone and that I would help when I could.

Reader POV

           After finding out that I was pregnant, I decided to leave the hunting life. I had used one of Bobby’s cabins, close enough to a town that had a diner that was hiring. So, that’s what I did, I worked and slowly fixed up the cabin to be homey and comforting.

           I was about six months along and found out I was having a girl and couldn’t be more thrilled about it. Today was a full shift day, so dressing comfortable was key, and with it being a nice warm spring day I wore leggings and an old band t-shirt that used to belong to Dean. It was four in the afternoon and the dinner rush had just started.

           I started to not feel well, and Lou could see that as well. “Hey go home, I know you’re not feeling well” “Thank you so much” Before I left I grabbed dinner to take home hoping it would help. I set the food on the roof when I heard a sound I hoped I never had to hear again. There they were, getting out and heading toward the doors.

           I quickly got into my car hoping I wouldn’t be noticed, which didn’t work at all. I finally got the car started when they both looked my way, eyes going wide realization. I quickly got out there hoping they wouldn’t follow. But who was I kidding? Of course, they would find me, that’s their job.

           Once I made it home, I took a quick shower wiping the sweat from the day. It was a perfect evening for having the windows open and the radio playing. I dug into my food and absolutely enjoyed the food. ‘Never Be Alone’ by Shawn Mendes came on the radio and I instantly started tearing up. The truth was I was alone, I didn’t have anyone except for the little one growing inside my stomach.

           I was pulled out of my thoughts when there was a knock at the door, I guess it was now or never. I turned the radio off and steeled myself for the impending fight coming. I opened the door to see both boys, I stepped aside and let them come in. I sat back down and started eating my dinner again. “What are you guys doing here?” “Just finished a case and decided to get some food”

           I nodded and continued eating, feeling better now that I had some food in my system. “Well thanks for stopping by” I picked up the wrappers and threw them away grabbing a bottle of water and leaning against the sink. “I’ll let you guys talk, I’m gonna grab some food and bring it back” “Sam I know what you’re trying do and I’m too tired to deal with this”

           Suddenly I really didn’t feel well, to the point of falling to the ground and crying out. “Call an ambulance” I could hear Sam on the phone and then felt two arms help me up and pull me to the couch. I tried so hard to not find comfort in these once loving arms that I felt protected, now I felt heartbroken.

           The ambulance finally arrived, whisking me away to find out what was wrong. They got me settled in a room after the poking and prodding. The boys sat by my bed, there were no words spoken, just silence. The doctor finally came in, and had informed me that I was pushing myself too hard and from now on I was on bed rest until the baby was born.

           After the doctor left, I rolled to my right side with a pillow under my expanded belly breaking down in the worst way possible. “Could you just leave? HAVEN’T I SUFFERED ENOUGH?” I was angry, beyond angry. He was never there with the horrible morning sickness, he wasn’t there when you went to your first ultra sound and found out you were having a girl. They weren’t there period.

           Visiting hours were over and the boys left, hopefully permanently. Cas had flown in to check on me and to make sure my daughter and I were healthy. It was like clockwork, every week he visited and kept in touch, making sure my daughter was safe. “I was fine before they showed up” “I need to tell you that Dean isn’t himself anymore. He doesn’t smile and he drinks way too much for one man to consume.”

           “That’s his fault Cas, not mine” He kissed me on the forehead and flew away. I fell asleep quickly but it wasn’t a restful sleep. All night I had nightmares and flashbacks to that night. The nurses had to come in on multiple occasions to calm me down, it was hard staying stress free.

Cas POV

           I decided to go see the brothers figuring out a way to fix this. I knew Dean was remorseful for his actions but I don’t think he fully understands. “Sam Dean” “I really screwed up, didn’t I?” “I think you need to see why she’s being the way she is” I touched his forehead and brought him to her room. I sent him into her subconscious to see what she had dealt with before him.

Dean POV

           All I saw was a piece of crap trailer in the middle of nowhere. I opened the door to see her cowering in the corner, bruises covering most of her skin. Then I realized that this was before we rescued her and brought her with us. I walked to the back to see her ass of a boyfriend with another woman in bed.

           I walked back out to see that she fell asleep in the corner. The whole time I watched she was beaten, screamed at and most of all, cheated on. I watched every time when that asshole bringing multiple woman home, her spirit being crushed more and more. Cas finally zapped me out, I was speechless and I knew I had to do whatever it took to get her forgiveness and to be there for her and our child.

Reader POV

           After being awake for a couple hours, I decided sleep wasn’t going to come until the Winchesters were out of town and out of my life. I called Lou and explained the situation and he was completely understanding and offered his wife’s home cooked meals to keep you stress free. I guaranteed him that I would take him up on his offer, his wife was an amazing cook.

           He also told me that he had a talk with an amazing young man, he said he could see the sadness on his face. “It’s not going to work Lou, he did something unforgiveable” “Can I tell you something? I know about the hunting world, hell, Bobby was like a brother to me” I just don’t know” “I’m just going to ask to give him a chance, ok?” “Ok”

           After that phone call I had a bad headache and asked if the blinds could be lowered to get the room dark. I turned on my phone listening the music that helped me feel better and relaxed. I saw the door open and Dean walk through the door way, he had a bouquet of pink roses and a teddy bear.

           I opened my mouth to say something, he put his hand up hoping to stop me. “I messed up, like big time here. You are an amazing woman, and I did something unforgiveable. Cas showed me your past and I broke even more because I became a monster like he was. You deserve better but I hope I can work to be forgiven because life has been hell without you and I really want to be there for you and our kid.”

           “It’s going to take a lot of work Dean, it’s been so horrible being alone and I’ve cried my share of tears over the last six months.” He walked over and sat on the side of the bed and took my hand kissing the knuckles. “I will do whatever you ask” “Then ok, I will move back to the bunker but I get my own room for right now” “Whatever you want, I won’t argue”

           Once I was released from the hospital, Sam had helped Dean and I pack up my belongings and put them into my truck. I sat with Dean in baby while Sam drove my truck behind us. We were on our last leg to the bunker when we decided to stop for food and to stretch. I was really craving a cheeseburger, so that’s where we stopped.

           After the amazing food, we kept on our path home. I started falling asleep but couldn’t stretch out enough. “If you want to, you could use my leg as a pillow” “Thanks” I put my head in his lap and automatically felt better, but I needed to be careful. Once he started running his hand through my hair I was a goner.

           The next thing I knew I was being lifted and carried, I was too tired to really care. So, I snuggled in closer reveling in the human contact I had needed on multiple occasions. Once my body hit a bed I was back asleep and comfortable for once in my life.

           I woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee, so I stretched and followed the amazing smells filling the hallways. I walked into the kitchen to see Dean at the stove and Sam on his laptop. “Good morning” I saw Dean turn around and smiled that smile, Sam got up and kissed me on the cheek and made me a cup of herbal tea.

           I sat next to Sam and saw he was doing research on how to handle stress during your pregnancy. “We need to make sure that you stay stress free” “I’m already feeling better just being back here” Dean set the plate in front of me as I zeroed in on the bacon, and the chocolate chip waffles. We ate in silence just enjoying being together.

           “I found a room to make a nursery, so if you wanted to do some shopping we could” “I like that idea” We planned to meet in the garage around one, so I went to get a hot bath, I needed to soak. I walked in and saw that the water was already there with lavender oil in the water. I stepped into the nearly scalding water and sighed contentedly.

           Once I was dressed, I headed out to the garage in a pair of bleached skinny jeans and flowy tank top that showed off my bump. We rode in silence and enjoyed the music playing through the speaker. We reached the store and Dean looked like he wanted to ask what we were having. “It’s a girl” He got this smile on his face, like he was the happiest man in the world.

           “I hope you’ll like the name I pick out” “I’m sure it’s unique like you are” I smiled and nodded my head. “Austin Renee” He reached out, interlocking our fingers together. “It’s beautiful” He leaned in as I leaned in, kissing each other for the first time and feeling the anger just melt away.

           We picked out furniture, clothes and made sure we stocked up on diapers. It was into the evening when we finally made it back. We walked in hand in hand, knowing full well he was going to work his ass off to gain forgiveness.

           Over the final trimester of my pregnancy he did everything in his power to fix things between us. We recently started sleeping together for about two months, he always talked to her or sang to her. He was over the moon when she kicked and moved around. I was at my due date but nothing was happening so I did some of the things that were suggested.

           Nothing was working, so the last resort was having sex, and of course Dean was totally happy to oblige. It’s not that we hadn’t been physical since I came back but my hormones right now were over board. Boy, did we try, but for some reason she wasn’t budging at all.

           There was an urgent case that they had called on and was asked for help. So, of course we argued and I ended up winning. I would rather be stuck in a car than in a bunker completely alone. To say there was tension in the car was an understatement, “I’m sorry Dean, but you will not miss the birth of our daughter! You can be an asshole all you want but I’m in the right”

           Of course, I had to start tearing up, I hated my hormones. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. “I’m sorry too, I know you want me there but I just worry that something could go wrong” “It won’t I promise! We do have an angel on our side” The rest of the car ride was better and relaxing.

           We made it to the hotel before sunset, but they only had one room left with double beds. I was ok with that completely, Sam had ordered pizza and a two liter of caffeine free coke. I got comfortable after a filling meal, when I felt a weird pain in my back. “Are you ok sweetheart?”

           Right at that moment my water broke, “Umm Dean, it’s time” Dean just stood there like a statue while Sam was calling an ambulance. After the umpteenth time, he broke out of his trance and rushed over helping me through the contractions. The paramedics arrived finally, and informed me that I was too far into delivery to move me.

           So, with Dean behind me talking me through the contractions, our little girl came into the world. They put her on my chest and I was in love, she was beautiful and had a set of lungs on her. “You did so good baby, you were a beast. She’s so beautiful just like her mother” It was all so simple, we created this beautiful little human who had so much love already.

           Once we reached the hospital and settled, I fell asleep with Dean next to me holding Austin and was already wrapped around her little finger.

Let Me Love You | Pt. 2

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Taehyung 

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1492

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Taehyung hugged you a little bit tighter and talked while looking into Jimin’s eyes.

“And that’s why I’m going to take care of them. In this house. In front of your eyes.”

Wait..what?!

Eyes wide open, you looked at Taehyung. What was he saying?

All of a sudden, Jimin started laughing. You looked at him in disbelief. Was he really laughing right now? In this situation?

You opened your mouth to say something to him but he stopped laughing and started talking. “Wow, the time has come!” He chuckled lightly. “Our Taehyung lost his mind.”

A breathy laugh escaped Taehyung’s mouth and he nuzzled his nose in your hair while stroking your cheek with his thump. “I’m actually pretty serious right know.”

You on the other hand stood there, frozen, and didn’t know what to do. You felt dizzy and the sharp pain in your belly wasn’t making it any better.

Seeing Taehyung’s movements made something snap inside of Jimin. Taking big steps toward the both of you, he yanked you away from Taehyung and hissed. “Don’t touch her.”

He started walking toward the door but Taehyung’s words stopped him.

“Yah, Park Jimin! Does she know?”

You could feel Jimin’s grip around your wrist getting tighter. Clenching his jaw, he glared at Taehyung.

“Shut up.”

“Oh wow, she doesn’t know? Then I’m really glad to be the one telling her what kind of a bastard you are.”

Confused, you turned to Taehyung. “Tae what are you talking abou-”

Before you could end your sentence, Jimin walked toward Taehyung and pushed him. “Shut up!”

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Jimin turned around but Taehyung started talking again. “Why? I think she needs to know that the father of her daughter is cheating on her with another woman?”

“I SAID SHUT UP!” And with that, he punched Taehyung in the face.

Walking toward you again, he held your arm and started walking. “Let’s go.”

You yanked your arm out of his grip and stopped walking. “W-What is he talking about?”

He reached out for you again but you pushed him. “WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT JIMIN?!”

“Y-Y/N-”

“You heard right, Y/N. He’s cheating on you.”

You walked toward Jimin and slapped him for the second time today. “You never really loved me.”

You were breathing heavily and the pain in your belly was getting worser.

“Was I not good enough for you?” Tears were rolling down your face and your whole body was shaking. Both of you were standing while he was looking at his hands and you were looking at him.

“I waited for you, Jimin. Every night, I waited for you.. Do you know how many sleepless nights I spent? Just because I could open the door for you when you came home.. Just because you wouldn’t feel lonely when you came home..”

He wasn’t looking up and neither was he speaking.

“I bet you came home because she had no time for you. Right? You didn’t give a crap about me. Never. You just didn’t want to be alone and that’s why you came home to me and pretended to be happy and interested..”

The pain in your belly was getting unbearable. You held your belly with your right hand and held Jimin’s chin harshly with your other hand.

“You don’t deserve us, Jimin. You don’t deserve my baby! You don’t deserv-”

But before you could end your sentence everything went black.


“We can’t hear a heartbeat!”

“She’s unconscious, that’s not good for the baby!”

“Doctor, I can’t hear the baby’s heartbeat!”

“We gonna have to deliver the baby emergency C-section!”

Slowly, you opened your eyes. You were in a hospital room and when you looked around you saw that three nurses and one doctor was standing around your bed while one was doing something on your belly, the other one was doing something on your arm and the doctor was talking to Taehyung. Wait why was Taehyung here? Where was Jimin? What happened? Is your daughter okay?

“T-Taehyung..”

After hearing your voice, Taehyung run toward you and held your hand while stroking your hair.

“Everything is going to be okay, Y/N. Don’t worry I’m here.”

“Doctor, I still can’t hear the baby’s heartbeat!” One nurse shouted.

What was she saying?! 

“What?! What’s wrong with my baby?!” You tried to stand up but the nurses held you tight so you couldn’t move. You shouted desperately and started  crying and sobbing.

“Taehyung, what’s wrong? Please tell me something Tae, please..”

“Shh, everything is going to be okay, Y/N. You have to stay calm, okay?” he was crying now too.

“Miss Y/L/N, we gonna have to deliver your baby emergency C-section.”

You were in shock and every time they told or asked you something you kept telling them to repeat it. Your doctor explained to you everything that could go wrong in the surgery but the only thing that you could think of was your little daughter and her well being. 

After signing some papers, they prepared you for your surgery. Taehyung on the other hand, was standing beside you for the whole time while placing little kisses on your temple and whispering comforting words like ‘Everything is going to be okay.’, ‘Don’t be scared, Im here.’, ‘My little princess is going to be okay, I promise.’ in your ear. You were thankful, really

The thought of Jimin crossed your mind but you couldn’t even ask Taehyung where he was. Did he really not care? Did he mean it when he said that he doesn’t want the baby? His own daughter?

Slowly, you could feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. And the last thing you remembered was Taehyung kissing your forehead and whispering “I will be waiting outside for you. Don’t be scared, beautiful.” before you were engulfed by the darkness again.


You were in your hospital room, holding your little daughter in your arms while Taehyung was sitting beside you and played with her tiny hands.

“She’s so beautiful, Y/N..”

You looked up at him. Amazed, he was looking at your daughter. You knew that Taehyung was interested in kids but seeing him this happy and excited made you chuckle.

Hearing you chuckle, he looked up at you. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because you look like a little kid.” 

He rolled his eyes and started scratching his neck. You knew that he wanted to ask something but wasn’t sure if he should or not.

“Spit it out, Kim Taehyung.”

“Ehm.. C-Can I hold her? I will be careful, I swear. Just for one minut-”

You chuckled again. “Of course you can, dumbhead. Why are you even asking?”

Placing your little daughter into his arms, you watched him admiring your daughter. Again, the thought of Jimin crossed your mind. Does he know that his daughter was born? Why wasn’t he here? Was he with his real girlfriend?

Lost in your thoughts, you heard Taehyung calling your name. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

Without looking up at you, he started talking. “I meant it when I said that I would take care of both of you.”

You opened your mouth to say something but you heard the door open and a nurse walked in with some papers in her hand.

“Miss Y/L/N, how are you feeling?”

You smiled at her. “I’m okay, thank you.”

“That’s good. We have some paperwork to do. I will tell you some things about your daughter and also ask you some questions and you need to answer them, please.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

“So, your daughter was born on the twenty seventh of August at 03.08 am. Right?”

You nodded again. “Yes.”

“Her name is?”

You smiled and answered. “Hana.”

The nurse wrote it down while smiling and started talking again. “Name of her mother?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” 

“Name of her father?”

You opened your mouth to answer the question but stopped when you realized that you couldn’t. Jimin’s words echoed in your ears. ‘I don’t want this baby in my life. I don’t want you, Y/N!’

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Taehyung’s voice.

“Taehyung, Kim Taehyung is her fathers name.”

Shocked, you looked at Taehyung. What was he doing? Was he insane?

The nurse smiled again. “What a beautiful name, Kim Hana.”

Taehyung smiled. “Thank you.”

Little did you know that Jimin was standing by the door, one hand holding a little bouquet and a present for his daughter and the other hand formed into a fist, listening to your conversation.


Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is the second part of ‘Let Me Love You’ and I hope you like it~ And let me know who you think is better for the baby and Y/N. Jimin or Taehyung?

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FOUR MONTHS EARLIER

Song Shawn’s humming: Windows by Lewis Watson

His shirtless figure looks oddly in place at your cramped Los Angeles apartment, surrounded by empty water glasses and half-full Chinese take-out cartons. The sunlight drifting in from the large windows paints his body with glowing yellow and when his sweats are hung low on his hips like that he looks almost sinful. The sizzling of bacon on the stove hides the sound of your footsteps as you walk further into your tiny kitchen, leaning your side against the wall, gathering your hair at the top of your head and securing it in a messy bun as you watch him cook ; he curses as hot grease spits from the pan onto one of his fingers. It’s all very charming and oddly familiar and you can’t seem to tear your eyes away.

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MY SISTER STORY

¼/2015

In 1 month you would be turning 17, and i wonder everyday what would that be like, if you would be borrowing my clothes and make up, or if you would still play with dolls as you did when you left me here.

Would you still be funny and sweet as you were?, Never calling me “fat” or things that you know would hurt me.

I miss you, so much its unbereable, like a hole in the middle of my chest. You were my sister, my only sister and I dont have you by my side anymore. And its really unfair. I would give up my life if that would bring you back.

I’m so afraid noone will remember you but me. Thats one of my greatest fears. If people forget how lovely you were and how strong and brave and how willing to go through hell just to live.

I want all people to know about you.

Lucy (Lucia Florencia), was born in February 4th in 1998, when i was six years old, and she was my best friend ever.

She was really funny and loved to play dress up. She usually used Sailor Moon’s suit and put make up on and it was just hillarious.

She really liked when i took pictures of her, she was like my model, i really liked taking pictures of her. She is the cutest thing the world has ever had.

Her hair was long and waivy and dark brown, and her eyes where so bright and charming and obscure at the same time, really misterious.

She played the piano, the violin and had a really good ear and could play lots of songs only by ear, without even know how to read partitures.

She was bright as hell, but really talkative, and sometimes naughty. Once she came back from school (9 years old), and told my dad, “I have one bad new and one good”, my dad said “Tell me the bad first”, “the teacher put me a bad face on my notebook because i punched Anna on the face, she was being really rude”, and my dad said, “and whats the good one” “That Anna is okey, that we are fine, and it was nothing at all, just that”. He could not stop laughing after that.

She was my rock, and I was hers. We loved each other even more other sibbligs do. She was the true face of love.

Her favourite stuffed animal was the racoon you can see in the bed besides her. She was burried with him, his name was “Mapachin”, and he was her fav since she was like 3 years old, when she cut really deep her finger and had to have stitches and mum bought that to her for being so brave.

She got sick in 2008, she was 10, her back started hurting really bad, and after xrays and exams, mum came back crying like I had never seen her, and my world felt appart.

I had to go and tell Lucy she had to go to another city to get her back cured. and she asked me if she would have to take some medicine, and it broke my heart.

She had cancer, a new kind of cancer, in one tumor it had different fenotipes and there was no treatment that cured the whole tumor, so they removed it. It didnt work.

She thought she was cured, my parents never could tell her the truth after that, we were all a reck, really messed up people, we still are. We will always be. Life really took love away from us in such a hurtfull and horrible way its almost impossible to describe.

Whatever doctors said that she might have or experience, happened. Every single bad thing. She had to lie on a bed for 4 months without moving, cause her brain tumor wouldnt let her. Her lungs tumors filled her lungs with water, so she couldnt breath anymore.

After some months of unbeareable sadness and hoping for miracles and praying to every god ever existed. Doctors had to put her in medical coma, because she wouldnt get better. Ever.

And that was it. on June 8th on 2010, my sister died of cancer, in a hospital bed. Her last thing she “said” (she couldnt talk anymore, so she said I LOVE U blinking her eyes really hard), was I love you, to my mum, dad and me.

And I lost everything.

The day after that, was when i saw death itself. My sister, insanely pale and blue-ish in a coffin, and i had months and months of nightmares.

I miss her smell, i miss her voice, and i miss not remembering everything that happened before the illness, because i wasnt really thinking something as destroying as that would happen.

Im just writing my heart here, you cant see my fingers trembling, or the tears running down my face, but i know you can feel them, because i need to tell you all this.

Please think of her, even though you didnt know her. She was my baby sister, and my mate, and my love. And i dont have her anymore and I dont want her to be lost in time and noone knowing who she is.

She couldve been a remarkable piano player, or an actress, or a veterinary,for her love towards animals. But she hadnt the chance to do that.

She didnt have her first kiss

or her first period

or travel to disney world

or be trully in love with someone

and most of the things we enjoy as teens and young adults. She couldnt have them, so please, think of her when u do. Say her name before going to sleep, tell your kids about this amazing girl who lived in Mar del Plata, Argentina and told the kindergarten teacher she wanted to be a Ship captain just like her dad. And how she was not ashamed at all when she asked santa for a HotWeels Car wash instead of a barbie.

I love you, and I hope you think of her.

Eugenia Cecilia Arroyo.

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In Memory of You // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by imjaeboms

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Sad, angst

Summary; After a short battle with cancer, you leave behind your husband and daughter to to and live on without you. Everything about your daughter reminds Jaebum of you; and he tries his best not to let it tear him apart.

WARNING: this scenario contains mentions of Death, Cancer, Tumours and grief after losing a wife/mother.


It had been exactly 7 years to the day since the sound of your singing echoed throughout the halls of the Im residence – exactly 7 years to the day since your now 14 year old daughter and your widowed husband Jaebum finally laid you to rest after you lost an 8 month battle to cancer.

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The Heart Crumbles (AU TRANS Oikawa Tooru x Iwaizumi Hajime)

Author - Char

Words - 2,079

Warnings - nothing too awful but deals with gender dysphoria

Pairing - Romance is only slightly hinted at but I would say it’s Oiks x Iwa-chan

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I stared at my reflection in the mirror of my room. Aoba Josia’s boy’s uniform sitting on my frame. I shifted slightly uncomfortably at the ace bandage tightly wrapped around my chest.

“Tooru!” came my mother’s hell “Iwaizumi-kun is here”

“Coming!” I shouted back, forcing my voice into a lower octave. I turned away from my reflection in order to stop scrutinising myself. Stop it, idiot, you looked the part. I scooped my bag off the floor as I walked down the stairs to meet my best friend for our first day off high school. He stood slumped in my doorway with the same old bored expression and I found my lips tugging into a fond smile “ready, Iwa-chan?”

“Don’t call me that” he said for the million and first time since we’d been friends and I pouted.

“Have a good day!” My mother called as we walked out the front door. I turned and she gave me a determined smile my friend didn’t notice. I waved, slightly shakily as I followed Iwa towards the school. 

I probably shouldn’t sugar coat it if I explain what’s happening. I am transgender. It’s as simple as that. I was born into this world as Oikawa Tomoko. I suppose for me there was never really one time where I knew that I was born the wrong gender - having the set of amazing parents that I did - they knew years before I figured it out. My mother always told me that I’d barely learned to talk when I told her I didn’t like being a girl. Every Christmas and birthday I’d push away the toys given to me “for girls” begging my relatives for sports equipment and books about space instead.
There was a man that worked with my mother, who told me it was alright that I didn’t like girls toys and he gave me my very first Volleyball. Tooru was his name. By the time I was 7 I told my parents I didn’t like my name. They said - pick a new one. I told them Tooru. 
My parents are incredible people. They let me wear what I wanted. Play with what I wanted and would let me introduce myself as Tooru. Honestly, until the age of 13 I thought deep down, sure, I was a girl. Nothing about that was going to change. But I liked being mistaken for a boy and when I met Iwa in Elementary and he assumed I was male.. I never bothered to correct him. After all, I looked like a boy and my name was Tooru.
I didn’t know what transgender even was until I was 11 and my mother told me that my Uncle Tooru was actually born a woman. I now realise she was gently pushing me on to a track she knew I belonged and by the time I was 13, I knew I was a boy. That was when I started to live as a boy and when I hit 15 and puberty I was put on hormone replacement. I was gifted with little to no curves and a flat chest, a bit too tall as well. Most of these things girls my age would mourn about. I was over the moon.
Honestly, when I entered high school and joined the volleyball team I was not expecting all the female attention I got. Oh boy, do I revel in it though, cause I know.. if only they knew… Iwa-chan probably thinks it’s me being a huge narcissist. I won’t lie, it does boost your ego a little but I like it cause it just… solidifies my gender. Makes me believe that I can be who I want. Though the wave of confidence it gave me was amazing.
Sometimes, the whole “Grand King Oikawa” was an act. I was allowed to be myself on occasion though, geeking out about aliens to Iwa - him really being the only one to stick with me. Even if I never told him I was born female. I will one day.. maybe when I’ve had all my surgeries and can officially be the Oikawa he knows..

"Shittykawa!” Iwa barked and I snapped out of my day dream, my eyes focusing on the volleyball practice in front of me “Captain’s shouldn’t space out like that”

“So mean, Iwa-chan!” I pouted 

“Focus, we have the Karasuno game next week” he sighed

“I’m not worried” I grinned

“Don’t drop your defence” he sighed, giving me a pointed look.

“I won’t!” I laughed “come on, let’s practice” he gave a weathering sigh but jogged after me as we went into practice.

Looking back, god should I have been more worried. However, in a lot of ways I am so grateful for our - albeit slightly bitter - loss to Karasuno. It brought a few amazing things into my life. And those things started off with crying. After a few encouraging words from our coach, a huge thank you to the people who showed up to support us I watched my team mates go to the changing rooms after that so called bitter loss.

“Oikawa?” Matsukawa frowned when I didn’t follow

“I’ll catch up, I forgot my track suit” I lied and he nodded, following the team. Another lame excuse as to why I wasn’t going to change with them now. Half the time I hung with my supporters before practice was to make me late so my team mates wouldn’t see my bandages…

I waited a while, trying to  hiding out near the bleachers while people left. By the time the nets were put away I slid into the changing rooms. I sighed, seeing my team where out the showers and had changed. The weight on my chest was crushing and I felt my emotions daring to over flow. I stared at one of the bathroom cubicles, turning into it quick I pulled off my clothes - pretty annoyed the doors didn’t lock and I untied the bandages. I let out a breath of relief at the feeling on being able to breath properly again, turning on the hot water. I looked down though and saw my body and I just… crumbled. Everything getting on top of me all at once. Our loss, not being able to play Shiratorizawa, I couldn’t prove myself.. and to add to it my gender dysphoria was kicking in and I fell to my knees, ragged sobs finding their way out my mouth.

IWAIZUMI POV

“Oikawa sure is taking a long time” Hanamaki said absently with a frown, me, him and Matsukawa being the only ones left in the changing rooms.

“I’ll go check on him” I sighed “you guys head on home, you did well today”

“Thanks, Iwaizumi” Matsukawa smiled weakly as him and the other boy walked out the changing rooms. I put down my bag and rolled my eyes. He was probably just taking way too long to wash his hair. Again. I stopped in my tracks at the noise of soft cries coming from the stall, almost drowned out my thundering water and I didn’t know what to do. I paused before moving to the showers. Go make him feel better, say something nice for once. I opened the stall door quietly. He didn’t notice me as he cried into the balls on his hand, sitting on the floor of the shower. I frowned when I noticed something.. or I guess lack of something. My gaze shifted up his body, my frown deepening at his chest. Then it clicked in my head as my gaze fell on the pile of ace bandages sitting near him. I stumbled back in shock, the door closing without a noise and Oikawa’s cries continues. My brain seemed to shut down at the sudden information and I took off, grabbing my bag quickly and running from the gym.

OIKAWA POV

I sighed as I walked into homeroom on Monday. It had been an emotional weekend to say the least. Not only was I crushed by our loss but I’d been to my therapist and my doctor and as soon as I turned 18 my surgeries were going to be scheduled. Which was terrifying. And to top it all off. Iwa hadn’t replied to any messages all weekend. Not a single one. I saw him staring at his notepad in front of him as I walked in and I found myself grinning at the comfort and familiarity of his face. 

“Morning, Iwa-chan!” I grinned as I threw myself down into my chair - he didn’t respond “you’re not still moping about Friday are you? Cause you played great!”

“It’s nothing” he muttered and I felt my heart crack in my chest at him being so dismissive. Iwa was a little uptight but he always thanked my kind words when I said them. I didn’t have the chance to reply before the teacher walked in and told us to be quiet.
It continued like this for days, he didn’t speak to me and when he did it was little to no words. It was breaking me. Honestly, Iwaizumi was like a crutch to me. Without him I was just going to tumble into a hole I knew I’d never get out off. He might not know about me but he’d always been there, even for the smallest thing. He’d roll his eyes at first but when he knew I was upset he knew to hug me and to say it would be alright. Then make a dumb joke or insult to make me laugh. But it was just him. His smile, his flaws and amazing qualities that got me through the day to day shit of life.. now I didn’t even know what I’d done.
I heaved a heavy sigh as I walked into the changing rooms for Volleyball that Friday night - after 5 days of Iwa ignoring me. They were all already changed and walking out 

“Late as always, Oikawa” Hanamaki raised an eyebrow and I found myself plastering a fake smile.

“This super cute girl wanted tot talk to me, what’s a guy to do!” I said in my usual dramatic fashion “I’ll be fast!”

They rolled their eyes and left me alone. I could feel myself deflating as Iwaizumi obviously avoided eye contact with me. I slumped my bag down, yanking off my trousers and throwing them into the locker angrily before unbuttoning my shirt. The ace bandages slipping slightly, I sighed, grabbing the end before it slid off to tie it back up.

“T-Tooru” came a voice. I froze. I knew who it was anywhere.

“A-Ah, Iwa-chan!” I maanged, looking over my shoulder “I can explain I uh, got a fractur-”

“Oikawa" he stopped me with a sigh “it’s alright, don’t give me an excuse.. I know”

“Oh” I said, my throat had closed up, I looked at the floor - wanting it to swallow me up into oblivion.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT.

“I, uh, I saw you in the shower…“ he mumbled

"Ah” was all I could get out. There was a couple moments of deafening silence.

“I’ve been reading about it.. I wanted to be a better friend” he said, my head snapped up at this. There was a cute pink hue dusting his cheeks as he fiddled with a piece of purple cloth in his hands “I read that.. using ace bandages is really bad for you..” he met my eyes finally and held the purple material to me “so I, uh, I bought you a proper binder. So stop with the bandages.. they can seriously restrict breathing, cause fluid build-up in your lungs and other serious injuries, they can break your ribs - Oikawa”

I stared at the material in my hands, I felt tears start to leak out my eyes - dripping from my face and on to the cloth. I lurched forward - throwing my arms around his shoulders - now totally bawling into his neck. I heard him sigh, his arms moving around my waist to return the hug.

“Th-thank you” I snuffled, as I moved away. He held me at arms legnth.

“I don’t know the ins and outs but.. I wanna be there for you” he blushed and I felt myself crying harder as he squeezed my arms “h-hey, stop crying, idiot”

I smiled “sorry, Iwa-chan”

His lips twitched up into a small smile “come on, Shittykawa, we’re late”

“So mean!” I pouted and he let off a soft chuckle. 

My best friend.

I GOT SO EMO WRITING THIS I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, WAS INSPIRED BY THIS PICTURE THAT CO OWNER OF THIS BLOG RAE SHOWED ME AND A LOAD OF IDEAS HER A ZOE DISCUSSED THE LIL ANGELS - CHAR XOXO

Like Strawberries
  • Featuring: Tsumugu Kido from Our Two Bedroom Story
  • Rating: T
  • Part: Two | Three
  • Author’s Note: Fluff request from an anon. This didn’t turn out how I intended. I hope you like it?! Also, not even trying to replicate his Kansai dialect here. 

“You smell like strawberries.”

Tsumugu wrapped his arms around you, barely managing to do so with your rounded stomach.

“Mm, new shower gel. I saw it at the shop the other day. It was on sale.”

He gave an approving laugh, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I like it.”

Taking your hand, he walked you to the living room. He’d been extra careful with you lately, mostly because you were in your third trimester and your feet got swollen. Not to mention you felt like a waddling penguin whenever you decided to move. Tsumugu teased you for it, but his actions told another story altogether.

“Tsumuguuuuuu.” You pouted at him. His head tilted, eyes questioning behind his bangs. “Can I have my ice cream today?”

“When was the last time you had one?”

Your pout became more pronounced. He knew exactly when. Ah, but you had a craving for something sweet.

“The doctor did advise against too many sweets.” He leaned forward, his finger tracing your lower lip.

“I know, I know.” You sighed, resigned to the fact that your husband wasn’t going to be giving you what you wanted.

“Besides, you smell sweet enough.” Tsumugu closed the distance between your lips. “I’m sure you taste sweet.”

You looked at him, almost getting cross-eyed from how near he was. “I can’t eat myself.” You muttered.

Tsumugu blinked before he laughed for several moments while you glared at him.

“It wasn’t that funny!” Protesting, you got up to your feet, deciding that if he wasn’t going to get the ice cream for you, you were going to do so yourself.

“Hey, get back here!” Tsumugu was soon standing in front of you. “Go back to the couch.”

“No. I want my ice cream.” You made an attempt to get past him, but with your big belly in front of you, it was futile.

“You really shouldn’t be trying to run by me with our child in you.” He clicked his tongue. “Fine, I’ll get the ice cream. Sit.” Tsumugu pointed at the couch.

“You’re not playing me?”

Tsumugu gave you a soft smile and you were struck by how lucky you were. Considering how your first interaction with him turned out, it was a miracle this situation became the way it was. You placed a hand on your stomach, feeling your son kicking as you thought back on how you found out about his dual identities.

“I’ll even feed you the ice cream.” He turned on his heel, heading for the kitchen.

“He’s going to love you so much,” You whispered, going back to the couch like he asked you to.

Getting yourself comfortable, you started to hum while you thought over the list of names both of you discussed last night. You had a feeling Tsumugu wasn’t going to agree on a name until he held his son in his hands. Glancing over at the kitchen, you spotted him making his way to you, while eating the ice cream he said he’d feed you. Despite yourself, you giggled.

“Okay, are you sure you didn’t get the ice cream because you wanted to eat it?”

Tsumugu shrugged as he sat down next to you, holding out the spoon. “What does it matter? We’re married. We share things.”

“I think food is the one thing we can’t share…” The cold and sweet treat entered your mouth, and you savoured it, your body relaxing as Tsumugu kept feeding you.

“Trust me, if this were strawberry flavoured, you wouldn’t get any.”

“What? You’d prevent a pregnant woman from getting her needs fulfilled?”

“You use that reason way too much.” He chuckled, shifting closer to you. “Besides, I do satisfy your needs. Hence the baby bump.”

“Tsumugu!” You swatted at him, but he caught your wrist.

“I can’t wait for our son to be born.” He murmured. “Annoying us both with his crying at night, you making sure I change his diapers, picturing him running about after he learns to walk. I wonder what his first word’s going to be? Oh, and… do you think he’ll have my hair and love for strawberries?”

Amidst the flurry of words, you stared at Tsumugu. Darn it. He was going to make you cry. You blinked, trying not to feel so overwhelmed with love.

“Cat got your tongue?” He brought his face close, smiling.

You kissed him softly, threading your fingers through his messy hair. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but… I’m glad I moved in with you.”

“I’m very glad I didn’t immediately kick you out either.”

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The Silence (An Olitz Fanfic)

A/N: hey all! so after last night’s winter finale i couldn’t sleep. eventually i started crafting my own version of olitz in the episode. this was typed in the ‘notes’ app of my phone, so autocorrect may be at play here, as i haven’t proofread it at all. i’m not sure how this will be received, but this is my most honest interpretation of olivia’s inner narrative. i’m not sure where (if anywhere) i’m going to take this. i’m still very much devastated by the episode, but this is my version of events. please leave any feedback that you see fit, either here or in my messages is cool. thank you for reading in advance. i hope you enjoy…

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Olivia sat on the cold floor of the Residence’s bathroom, her knees pulled up to her chest as she warily looked down at her feet. The polished tile offered no comfort, but she wasn’t sure she would have felt any if it did. Rocking slightly, Olivia pulled her feet up from the tile, hearing the soles of her feet trying to grip the smooth surface, and failing. She cocked her head to the side and squinted at the space below her- now raised from the ground- feet.
“No,”
She warned, glaring hopelessly at the small stick that sat in front of her. The timer on her phone flashed without sound as she felt a wave of nausea pass over her ferociously.
“Please, no.”
Olivia bit her lip as she pulled the fluffy white robe to envelope herself in its warmth. She was still damp from her shower, and despite the obligations that pursued her, she was rooted to the spot. She wasn’t sure if she would ever move.
Her period was late.
For the first time in the twenty odd years that she’d had it, it was late.
She’d been on birth control- the pill- since she turned nineteen; she liked not having to worry. She liked knowing that her period came three times a year, typically on the twelfth day of the month.
She liked knowing. Being in control, being sure.
There was nothing sure about a baby.
Olivia clutched herself, suddenly furious that she’d been born a girl. Her body betrayed her sexuality- leaving her with the product of uncertainty, the remnants of passion.
Roughly, she bit the inside of her cheek and felt the tears spring forcefully from her eyes, blurring her vision of the pale blue interior of the bathroom.
Why? Why, why, why, why, WHY?
This was happening too fast. She had been feeling the bile rising in her throat, the constriction of her clothing, the tightness of her smile. The fact that she had gotten sick for the first time in nearly a decade was a testament to the new life- in the White House- that she was living.
It was probably the flu, the in house doctor lamented, and prescribed her a small installation of antibiotics.
She felt idiotic.
The most basic individual knew that some antibiotics rendered birth control ineffective. She knew that too; in the back of her mind she knew that she was forgetting something. Instead of pursuing the feeling further, she moved her attention elsewhere and continued the planning for one of Fitz’s special luncheons. For some reason it was important for Olivia to be involved with the selection of the ornaments for the distantly present Christmas tree, as well as choosing the patterns for the China they would dine on.
What was she going to do? She couldn’t go to the in house Doctor again. She couldn’t allow this to get out, she couldn’t tell Fitz.
Fitz would worship her belly before he could give it a second thought. This was the way he was; so eager, so willing to love and be affectionate.
He was a good father. Despite Karen being away at school, and Teddy spending a good portion of his day with his nanny, he was a good father. Better than his father.
That was the goal, right? To do better than your parents?
If Olivia was being honest with herself, she’d always wanted that- to be better. She craved the motherly instinct, the motherly warmth that seemed to radiate. She wanted to have an easy, loving smile.
Her smiles were strained, and though she often felt pleasant enough, she knew she appeared intimidating and reserved.
If Olivia was being honest with herself, she would know that she never really saw herself having children. Not in any real way. The thought of a family was distant, like a throwaway comment of sorts. She tried her hardest not to give it any real thought. If she thought about it she’d realize why the blinking ‘PREGNANT’ scared her so.
What if she did worse?
What if she failed? What if her daughter or son looked at her one day and hated her? Or barely knew her? Or resented her?
She didn’t want this… The responsibility, the scrupulousness. She did not want it. If she admitted to herself that she was going into this thing broken… Broken and unable to be at peace with her own emotions… How could she raise a child with healthy ones of their own?
Olivia bowed her head and bit her kneecap out of frustration.
Fitz, oh Fitz.
She turned, knowing he was there, knowing that he’d come looking for her. She was supposed to have left the residence already. It was odd that she was still there.
Without thinking, Olivia moved her foot to cover the test, and felt relief wash over her as she realized Fitz hadn’t noticed her slight movement.
“Liv?”
His voice was an octave below his typical concerned inquiry. He was tired. He was always tired lately. Since she’d moved in more than six weeks ago, he’d been tired.
They’d had sex a handful of times. A small handful. This was their nature, this they did well.
She could pinpoint the way Fitz was feeling by the way he gripped her thigh. She could measure how angry with her he was by his strokes, either he launched a systematic attack, with each movement careful and calculated, or he lost himself in her. That’s how she knew they were okay. The way he breathed into her ear, his laborious sighs as he filled her, the way he sucked her neck.
That was home.
She hadn’t been home enough lately.
She was floating in a sea of unfamiliarity, of sterility. She hated the pattern of the couch in the sitting area of their bedroom, she despised the fact that her past two days had been spent with a legal pad in a briefing about the history of the courses being served at the dinner that would take place the next day. She felt as if she’d been lobotomized.
She hated it. The fact that she’d shed her white hat for China patterns disturbed her. She was resentful for that. She hated that her intellect was questionable, when she’d spent the better part of her life proving her self. Her wit was only operative to comment on a lesser known fact about some White House showpiece. She was no longer Olivia Pope, Fixer, Gladiator.
She wasn’t anything. Not really.
She was spent and numb.
But he was tired. And he regarded her with distance laced in his eyes. He was tired. Of fighting, of not fighting, of the emotional detachment. He was tired and so was she.
Olivia peered up at him, tears still finding their way down her cheeks.
“Are you alright?”
He asked, after his question went unanswered.
“I dunno,”
Olivia answered finally, resting her head on her knee and holding out her hand for him meekly.
Fitz raised an eyebrow, but took her hand, for this was uncharacteristically affectionate. He was suspicious.
Fitz got down on the floor with her and held her hand, his jaw clenched, his eyes searching hers for answers.
“Want to tell me what’s going on?”
Olivia gripped his hand tighter and shifted her foot slightly so that the plastic scraped against the tile floor.
“I have to tell you something.”
Olivia began, feeling her grip on reality loosening.
She was going to be worse than her mother. She was going to hurt this child, inadvertently, like she had. Her parents were terrorists, both of them. They used her, at varying times for their own personal gain. They’d destroyed her. They’d ruined her.
They’d ruined Fitz.
How could two ruined people make anything worthwhile? How could she give a child what they needed when she couldn’t give herself what she needed?
But she had to tell him. At the very least she needed to tell him what she wanted to do.
What she had to do.
“I’m pregnant.”
Olivia told Fitz calmly, still holding his hand tighter than ever.
Fitz’s face contorted into one of mixed emotion, though Olivia could see that he was pleased. He was happy.
Of course he was happy.
“But… Your birth control…?”
“Antibiotics.”
Olivia answered stiffly, trying not to lose her nerve.
“That’s… A sign. This is a miracle.”
Olivia watched as Fitz lifted her into his arms, standing up and squeezing her into an embrace.
She hated that she felt like she was suffocating.
“Fitz,”
But Fitz was gone, he’d started his journey to the moon.
“Of course we need to have you see Dr. Rhodes right away, or if there’s another OBGYN that you want… And you’ll probably want to scale back the amount of work you’re doing around the house. Just to take it easy. I can hire a committee that will take the planning portion off of your hands…”
“Fitz,”
Olivia’s voice raised higher, drowning out the plans he was making by himself.
“Jesus, Fitz. Please. Stop.”
Fitz released Olivia immediately, hearing the desperation in her voice.
He stared at her for a long moment, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer his stare.
He knew now. He knew what she wanted.
“Liv.”
Olivia nodded her head quickly.
This would be unspoken. The word was taboo, and she’d never actually thought she’d be here, so resolved in this. She couldn’t have predicted half of what had occurred.
“Why?”
Fitz asked finally, his voice no more weak than it had been.
“Fitz. You know us. We… Aren’t ready. We aren’t there. You’ve been ignoring me for at least two weeks now, and I’ve been killing myself trying to be the most charming woman in the room. I can’t pretend this is what I want. Because it’s not. You know that.”
“I didn’t know that,”
Fitz countered lamely.
“What part of the person that I was when you met me made you think that Id be a good First Lady? A good mother? Nothing. Before you knew my parents. Before you knew how screwed up I was. What made you think that I had the ability to be all of this? I can’t. I can’t.”
“Why can’t you? No one is ever ready, Liv. These things don’t happen because you’re ready, they happen because you’re not. You’ll grow into being a mother. You’ll know what to do. I have faith in you, and I know you won’t fail.”
Olivia laughed in spite of the cascading sadness she felt.
“Please. Wake up. Be here with me and be awake. Because I can’t take you telling me that I’m going to wake up one day and not be fucked up anymore. Am I going to wake up and have a mother? A father who isn’t insane? Is that what’ll happen? Or maybe I’ll find a way to overcome everything that’s happened in one night. Fitz listen to what you’re saying!”
Fitz crossed his arms, his stance shifting. He was angry now. She could tell by the way he loomed over her.
“So you’re having an abortion because you had shitty parents? Join the club. We are given what we are given. Either it be shit or sunshine and we make do! You are not your parents, Liv! You’re not where you came from, alright? You cannot use your parents as an excuse to do this. If this is what you want, if you can look me in the eye and tell me that this is what you want, just because you want it, then that’s your choice. That’s for you. But you can’t hide behind Eli and Maya. They made you. They screwed you up. I get it. I understand. But you don’t get to walk around using that everyday. You don’t get to use your Daddy issues to justify your behavior.”
Olivia felt each of Fitz’s blows in her gut.
She felt his anger, his frustration and his aggression coming toward her at once.
But, he’d taken it better than she expected.
“I can’t have a baby, Fitz.”
Olivia muttered finally.
“I can’t have a baby and I can’t pretend that I can. I will be a horrible mother. I know that. Not because I want to know that, but because it is fact. I’m not going to fuck up our child. I can’t do that. I won’t. I’m sorry.”
Fitz nodded, not speaking as Olivia clutched herself, just to have something to hold on to.
“I’m not going to force you to do anything. I’m not going to preach to you anymore. I’ll just say this: you always think you’re on your own… you refuse to let me love you… you refuse to believe that you can be good, that you can have something nice. You refuse to see the good in yourself. I know a baby would. But I don’t want you to have a baby you do not want. The choice is yours.”
Olivia watched him go then, his crisp dress shoes barely lifted from the floor as he left the bathroom, then their room altogether. She heard the door close.
Olivia took a step back and crossed her arms again, staring at the still blinking pregnancy test.
He was right, in some ways. But very wrong in others.
Of course she’d let him love her. That was the only thing she’d been able to do: open herself up, let him in.
Fitz was her something nice. He was what she’d let herself believe she could have.
Stepping forward, Olivia placed her foot over the pregnancy test again, and leaned her weight on it, until she heard a satisfying 'snap.’
She pulled her foot up and examined the damage. Moving away from the crushed piece of plastic, Olivia decided on another shower, she wanted to wash her face, and get warm again; she was so cold.
The steam was welcome as she wafted in the gargantuan space.
Olivia rolled her eyes at herself as she placed her hand on her belly.
“Hi.”
She whispered, looking down at her flat stomach. She was being silly, but she felt the tenderness of the moment; it snuck up on her.
“It’s not that I don’t want you, because I do.” Olivia told her belly, suddenly not sure if she was crying or if water droplets were spilling down her cheeks.
“But everything is not for everybody. I’d rather let you go, than bring you here and ruin you.”
She was crying now, devastatingly so. Her chest heaved and she clutched herself again.
“I won’t ruin you. I’m so sorry.”
Olivia slunk to the shower floor and looked up at the descending stream of water.
“I love you. I’m sorry.”
And she did.
She wasn’t sure if she was sorry for what she’d done, or what she would do. The tears were the same. The hurt was immeasurable. Her body ached and her soul screamed. Resting her head on her knees again, she let the water envelope her in a cocoon of silence.
“I love you.”
She whispered to her belly again.
And she did.

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Hi if you're still taking prompts could you do 30 with Kent and whoever you ship him with

Person 1 gets amnesia and forgets everything about Person 2.
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Head injuries are never a joke, no matter if you’ve fallen off a ladder, or been checked into the boards at just the right angle.  So, at the moment Kent felt his consciousness fail him during a game, he knew he was screwed.  

He had woken up several times since then, he knew because of the lights floating in his memory.  However, this was the first time her had stayed awake long enough to register his location.  The stiff sheets and gown around him, coupled with the sterile smell were the first things to alert him of his hospitalization.  It didn’t surprise him though; he took hits all the time.

The problem was that he couldn’t exactly remember what hit had landed him here.  It wasn’t the game against Montreal, he was sure of that, but for some reason he couldn’t really focus on what had happened.

As he sat up slightly to look around the room and try to gauge his bearings, a sudden bought of dizziness and nausea passed through him.  

“Uhhnn…” he groaned out as he tried to settle back in the sheets.  It was definitely a head injury, of that he was 100% sure.

Apparently his noises had roused someone who was sleeping at his bedside; however, from the angle he was sleeping he couldn’t tell who it was.  He made an attempt to move his head again to see the person, but all movement at this point was making him feel like vomiting.

“Can you dim the lights,” he questioned from his place on the bed, “it’s too bright.”  He slurred a little as he spoke to the stranger.

“Yeah,” the voice disembodied voice at his bedside supplied, “I get lights and doctor, just wait.”

“Kay,” Kent groaned back.  

He still couldn’t place the voice, and it was even harder now as his scrambled mind tried to place the accent.  Ilya Arkov, his defenseman, kind of sounded like that, so he assumed the person was Russian, but it definitely wasn’t Ilya.  Honestly, he couldn’t think of anybody who would actually be there with him right now.

His team was great, but he didn’t think any of them would sleep by his bedside.  They would definitely be by to visit, but sleeping there would be unusual.  Then again, concussions usually required constant vigilance, so maybe they were on shifts.  But still, the only Russian was Ilya, and Carebear’s nickname has been earned solely on the quality of his voice.

The Russian gentleman was large, but he was always very calm and gentle, especially around children.  So, Carebear had fit, though he wasn’t sure who exactly had placed the nickname on the man.  Kent paused for a moment to think about his situation; at least he could obviously remember some things.

While he continued to ponder his predicament, the voice, who had dimmed the lights before rushing out to find the doctor, returned.  This time, the voice was accompanied by a slightly softer American one.  

“Hello Kent,” he heard the man he assumed to be the doctor say, “I’m Dr. Corbin, and I just need to ask you a few questions.”

“Okay.”

“Can you tell me your full name, birthdate, and your mother’s name?”

“Yeah… My name is Kent Victor Parson, I was born July 4, 1990, and my mom’s name is Karen.”

“Alright, well your basic memory seems to be intact, but we will have to run some more intensive test as you start feeling well enough to sit up.  Can you tell me what you’re feeling right now?”

“Mostly dizzy, the lights are really bright, and I really want to vomit, so there’s that.”

“Hah, even sick you are trying to be funny Kenny,” the voice added after he finished speaking with the doctor.  

“Well, you know, I try.”  

The stranger laughed again before changing to a much more careful tone as the doctor left the room.  “I was so worried Kenny.  I saw game on TV at hotel and thought worst.  You couldn’t skate off ice.  It looked very bad.”

“What happened, I don’t really remember.”

“You were playing Flyers, and when you went to take shot, defenseman came behind and pushed you into boards.  It was bad hit.  Went head first and didn’t get up.”

“Did we win?”

“Yeah, team had your back.  Won for you.”

“Good, I hate the Flyers.”

The two men settled for a moment.  

“By the way, I’m sorry for not asking this sooner, but who are you exactly?”

From the corner of his eye, he could see the other man stiffen.  He immediately pulled close to Kent and for the first time could really see him.  The Russian was tall, gangly, and handsome with his dark hair and eyes.  A perfect specimen of man and hockey player as far as Kent was concerned.

“You not remember me Kenny?”  The man’s eyes drooped as he spoke.  A slight sheen came over them as he continued talking.  “Is me Kenny; Alexei, Tater, your Lyosha.”

“My what?”

“Lyosha, is Russian nickname for Alexei.  Is what you call me.  I’m your husband Kent.  We been married over a year.”

“You’re fucking kidding me right,” Kent questioned as a new bought of nausea overcame him. “Shit.”

“You all right Kotyenok?”

“Yeah, just surprised and confused and really sick.  So, actually no, I’m not really okay.  Are you sure we’re married?”

Alexei took his hand then, and pulled it up to his face.  In Alexei’s grasp he could see a ring on the larger man’s finger, and a matching one on his own hand.

“Wow, how did I end up with you?”

“I ask myself same question many times.  I think I’m very lucky.  You are great husband, and great hockey player.  Sometimes think too good for me.”

Kent laughed and clutched his stomach in pain at the movement.  

“There’s is no way you’re stuck with me, handsome and kind people like you don’t settle for hot messes.  You’re the one who is too good to be true Lyosha.  You must put up with a lot of shit.”

“Sometimes, but you worth it.”

“Well, if we’re married, you should kiss me.  I think we both deserve it after all of this, plus I jut think you’re cute and I am also highly medicated right now.  So, you know, no inhibitions about kissing.”

“You always want kisses.”

“I’m sure that’s why you love me.”

“Might be part of it,” Alexei finished with a smile as he leaned down to kiss his husband.

They would figure this out; they always did in the end with all of the craziness they had been through together.  

When All Love Is Gone (Sehun) Pt 2

Originally posted by selubaekai

Genre:Angst/ a bit of fluff

Word Count:1,306

Summary:Being on a hospital bed isn’t as fun as it sounds, so you resort to daydreaming which really is going down memory lane.

A/n:I really hope you enjoyed it, for one of the memories I actually made a scenario for it so feel free to check that one out HERE~J

Part One//Part Two//Part Three


You were on your hospital bed, flipping through the channels. There wasn’t much to do when you’re forced to stay in bed all day, till the doctors say  you can leave. The televisions channels were all boring, you turned off the television. You closed your eyes, finally catching up on your daydreaming. You were going back to a memory, it was full of warmness, happiness something you haven’t felt in a long time. Sehun was in there he was giving you a kiss on the forehead, he took you out to a cafe where they served bubble tea and treats. Then there was a walk in a park, he was cuddling you as you walked into the cold park, the lights turned on and made the park look beautiful. You were back at your old house, you saw him smile at you before embracing you, giving you a kiss on the forehead and then kissing your lips.

Then it became completely dark, before another memory showed up, you two were on a couch playing video games together. You could feel how happy you two were, the stages of fresh love. You were positive you had found the one when you had met Sehun, but that all changed.

You were remembering all the stuff that made you realise why you broke up with him in the first place, the moment when it all came crashing down. You told Sehun you had to work late, so you called off the date. When you came home, you saw his shoes by the doorstep. You thought he might of had come to surprise you after work so you went to your room, but there was no one there. You saw your sister walk out of her room, and right behind her was Sehun sitting on the bed putting his clothes back on.

It didn’t take a idiot to know what had happened, yet you felt as if you needed to ask him what happened. You approached him, seeing the smirk your sister gave you before you went to Sehun.

“Sehun, why would you do this?” You ask him, eyes starting to blur.

“Y/n, it’s not what it looks like, I didn’t want to do this.” Sehun says, you covered your eyes with your hands.

“Y/n, it’s completely what you think, he’s mine now” She smirks, you looked at your sister seeing how she didn’t even feel bad that she was ruining your relationship.

“How could you do this to me? I’m your sister, is being the same flesh and blood not matter to you?” You cry, as she gives you a shrug.

“You know how I hate when you have something I want, also we’re half sisters.” She says, heading to Sehun trying to kiss him, before she did you stormed to your room, slamming to door. Sehun pushed her away, giving her a nasty glare.

“I can’t believe I fell for your tricks.” Sehun says running to your door, knocking on it.

“Go away” He hears you softly cry.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to do it, I’m so sorry” Sehun says.

“I don’t ever want to see you again” You shouted.

Another memory is shown, you moving out of your parents house. You were so young, just the age of 18 when you left your parents house. Your parents begged you not to go, but you wanted to go away from the pain, and sadly your sister was one of the main problems. You gave your parents a hug, before heading to your car. Then the memory ended.


You heard a soft knock on your door, opening your eyes you saw your family. Your older brother came as well, he wasn’t living in the same country, he left to another country to study. So when you saw him you couldn’t help but smile, they headed over with a box of food for you to eat. Your brother sat beside you smiling.

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

“Feeling better” You say.

“I heard about what happened with you and Sehun, are you alright?” He asks.

“No Jin, I’m not alright my own sister and my ex boyfriend were sleeping together.” You say to him.

“Yeah she’s a real bitch for doing that” Jin says.

“I really just want to leave the hospital and go back to my home” You say to him.

“Yeah I heard you moved, how is the apartment?” Jin asks.

“It’s great, better than living with her” You tell him.

“Hey, I’m going to be in town for the month, and the doctor said that you can be discharged today so why don’t I stay with you for the month?” Jin asks.

“Wait, I’m getting discharged?” You asked happily.

“Yeah, that’s why I waited till today to come and visit you so we could celebrate together.” Jin smiles.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s get going!” You smile, getting out of bed.

Jin chuckled, as you two walked out of the hospital into his car.

“So where is this apartment?” Jin asks.

“It’s by the little hangout place we had back as kids when we lived with grandma for the summers.” You tell him, as he gives you a grin.

“Can we check it out when we get there?” Jin asks.

“Yeah, I haven’t been there since we were like eleven” You say.


Getting out of the car, you headed to the little forest walking further in. It seemed the smell had never changed, the hint of a fresh treat baking in the oven while you and your brother walked through the forest holding hands. The forest hadn’t changed a bit, it was just like how you left it when your parents stopped letting you come to the forest. 

Jin held your hand while you tried to find it, seeing a little cottage covered with moss you knew right away that it was your hide out place. You gave Jin a smile while you ran towards the building, it was the little cottage your grandfather had built Jin and you when you were born. 

Inside the cottage you saw the little table with two seats, and a dusty tea set. A bunch of toy trains were on the floor, you two never took these stuff since your mom told you that you would come back. All of these forgotten toys, and treasures there were pictures of you two when you were little. These were the pictures you had thought you had lost, but they were all here. Not one of them was missing, they were all here.

“It’s a lot darker than I remember” Jin says, picking up one of his old trains.

“We should be heading back, it’s going to get dark soon.” You say, collecting the dusty collection of photos on the shelve.

“What are you doing?” Jin asks.

“I’m grabbing these to take home, so I can clean them and put them on my wall.

“Awe they would look so cute if we bought some cute picture frames to put them in.” Jin smiles.

“Yeah we should go buy some tomorrow.” You say.

“Okay let’s get back, the sun is setting.” Jin smiles leading you out of the forest.


When you got back home you saw a red rose on the door step with a note attached to it, it read. 

‘I’m so happy you got Discharged from the hospital, let’s meet up at the bubble tea cafe ~Sehun’

You rolled your eyes at the note, I couldn’t believe that a part of me actually wanted to see him after what he did to me. Maybe this would be the last time I would have to see him? I could talk to him and then end it all right there, you thought to yourself. 

You were going to see him one last time.

She’s My Only Family (Part 4)

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I was planning to tell the Weasley family and my twin brother, Harry,about the baby. Draco and I had told his parents already, separate from the Weasleys, fearing that a fight would break out. Narcissa had been overjoyed, enveloping me into a bone-crushing hug with squeals of excitement. Lucius simply looked proud as he patted Draco’s shoulder. 

We arrived at the Burrow, and Draco squeezed my hand nervously as we neared the entrance, and pecking him on his cheek, I squeezed back. I knocked on the door and entered, pulling Draco in beside me. I heard an excited yelp as Mrs. Weasley appeared out of nowhere are hugged me. 

“Oh, y/n, I’ve missed you so much! How was the trip? Are you hungry? Here, sit down I’ll get you some tea!” As usual, Mrs. Weasley was tending to my every needs, just like a mother would. She noticed Draco, standing awkwardly beside me, and shook his hand in an overly joyful way. 

“Oh, Draco, welcome to our home! I’m glad to see you’ve been taking care of my y/n, honey!”

Draco looked shocked at the warm welcome from Mrs. Weasley, and tentatively, he asked, “You don’t… hate me?” 

Mrs. Weasley turned around, surprised, and with a warm smile, replied, “Anyone y/n loves is someone we love.”

Beaming, Draco grinned at Mrs. Weasley. A second later, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron burst in through the door. 

“Sorry we’re late mum!” Ron and Ginny cried. The girls shrieked as they saw me and ran towards me, hugging me tight. Harry and Ron patted me heartily on my back, and the four of them shook hands with Draco, the air getting a little more tense. 

Clearing her throat loudly, Mrs. Weasley shouted for Arthur, Bill, Charlie, their wives, Fred and George, and Percy to come down to greet the guests. Arthur bounded down the stairs, and I laughed to see that his lively spirit hadn’t died at all. Fred and George quickly followed suit and they both simultaneously gave me hugs. Bill, Charlie, Percy, and Fleur greeted me warmly and Fleur announced, “I have put the cheeldren in anozzer room to play, Molly!”

Mr. Weasley smiled politely at Draco and nodded his head. Draco replied with a “Hello, Mr. Weasley” as we all sat down to dinner. 

Dinner passed quickly, with lots and lots of Mrs. Weasley’s amazing cooking. Wiping her mouth and laughing at a joke Fred and George had just told, Mrs. Weasley turned to me and said, “Now, what was that big news you told me you had, y/n?” 

All eyes at the table turned to me questioningly. I glanced at Draco nervously and cleared my throat. 

“Well, I wanted to tell everybody that…”

“Y/n is pregnant.” Draco finished. 

We looked around at all the faces gaping at us. Then, all of a sudden, everyone burst into congratulations. Mrs. Weasley’s face was soaking wet with tears, and Hermione and Ginny were tearing up as well. 

After a good amount of crying and congratulations, we all fell silent as we turned to look at Harry. I fiddled with the corner of my napkin, nervous at what he would say. He had remained silent during the chaos, and I wasn’t sure what that meant. 

“Well,” Harry started, looking at Draco, “I see you’ve taken good care of my sister so far. I suppose I’ll let you two have a baby.” 

Draco broke into a grin as they patted each other on the back. This time, I was really crying, happy that Harry had accepted Draco for amazingly, the fourth time. Harry scooter around the chairs to get to me, and hugged me. 

“I’m so excited to be an uncle!” Harry cried, and gave me a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek. 

“When is the little rogue getting here?” George asked playfully. Looking at Harry, I smiled and replied, “July.” This time, I thought I saw a tear forming in the corner of his eye.

Knowing what he was thinking, I felt a tear coming out of my eye too. 

“Imagine if they were twins! Then we would have three pairs of mischievous twins among us!” Draco chortled, and kissed me full on my lips. We all laughed at his remark. 


9 months later, July 7th

I gasped as I felt a contraction. I knew it was due any day now, but I didn’t expect the day to be today. Draco rushed to my side immediately and searching me with his worried eyes, he asked, “It’s the baby, right?” 

I nodded, grimacing as pain shot through my lower body. We took a muggle taxi to St. Mungo’s, because Draco was worried that apparating would be dangerous to me and the baby in my condition. 

Doctors rushed to my side as Draco yelled that I was in labor. I was rushed to the birthing area and there were nurses running around my bed, preparing for the baby. After a while, I was ready to deliver my first child.


Pain. There was so much pain. And blood. I didn’t really remember the birthing process, only that I was in labor for a few hours before I pushed my baby out. 

Holding the baby up to the light after cleaning it off, the doctor announced, “Congratulations! It’s a boy!” Draco and I had already thought of names, and we settled on

“Scorpius Harry Malfoy. His name is Scorpius Harry Malfoy.” Draco announced. Panting and grinning tearfully, I squeezed my husband’s hand and nodded along with him. 

“Can I hold Scorpius?” I asked the doctor, reaching for my beautiful, blonde-haired baby. My first born child squirmed at my touch and snuggled into my chest. Tears streaming down my face, I kissed Scorpius’s tiny, wrinkled forehead. Draco followed suit as he scooped our son in his own arms and rocked him back and forth. 

The last thing I remembered seeing before drifting off to sleep was Draco kissing our baby.


“I want to see my nephew!” Harry shouted, bursting into the hospital room. Immediately, Draco and I shushed him, afraid that he would wake Scorpius. Only a few hours old, Scorpius was already showing signs of being a squirmy, energetic, sassy little baby. Harry tip-toed to Scorpius’s side along with Ginny, Hermione, and Ron, and looked at me for permission to pick him up.

I nodded at him, and unable to contain his excitement, Harry took up Scorpius and rocked him, playing with his tiny toes and fingers.

“What’s his name?” Harry cooed, eyes still glued to the sleeping child. 

“His name is Scorpius Harry.” I smiled. Harry’s face lit up and he brushed a wisp of white-blonde hair out of the baby’s face. 

“Scorpius Harry.” He repeated, peppering little kisses on my son’s face, “Scorpius Harry, I am your uncle, Uncle Harry, and I will love you forever and ever and ever.” 


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How the Boys react when the MC discovers she’s pregnant and decides to leave Shiki so they can stay at the company - OTBS Request!

Our Two Bedroom Story Request from a lovely anon. MC discovers she’s pregnant and leaves the company so that the other guys can stay.

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Minato - Minato could hardly believe it when he discovered the news. You had been feeling ill continually in the past few weeks, and, after some convincing, finally went to the doctors. Though you had not been anticipating the news they came back with.
Having returned home, you found that Minato was already back from work, the smell of pizza filling your senses as Minato looked up from the kitchen table.
‘Hey, I ordered your favourite. How did it go at the doctors?’ he asked curiously, approaching you as you set your handbag on the side.
‘Erm, perhaps we should sit down…’
‘Why? What’s going on?’ he asked, his eyes filled with concern as you looked up to him before breaking out into a smile.
‘I’m…I’m pregnant Minato.’
Seeing his eyes widen in surprise, Minato cupped your cheeks in his hands as his eyes gazed into yours.
‘You’re really pregnant?’
‘Yes,’ you responded, offering him a smile as you felt a wave of emotion. ‘You’re going to be a daddy…’
Thinking for a moment Minato might tear up at the news, you suddenly found yourself wrapped up in his arms.
‘I can’t believe it…this is…it’s incredible.’
As if suddenly aware of the fact you were still standing, Minato instantly ushered you into the living room.
‘But what about dinner?’
‘We’ll sit on the sofa with it, I want you to be comfortable. Can I get you a drink? Are you hungry? Did you want pizza?’
‘Pizza is fine,’ you responded with a giggle. It was so unlike Minato to act flustered, though you couldn’t help but find it endearing.
Though as Minato brought in your dinner and sat beside you, a thought that was at the back of your mind came to light.
‘Minato?’
‘Hm?’
‘What about our jobs? I mean…if Shiki don’t approve…’
‘None of that matters right now, okay? Don’t worry…I’m going to take care of you both,’ he assured you, holding his hand against your stomach as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
‘I love you,’
‘I love you too,’ you smiled, hoping that Minato was right. Though in the coming weeks, you couldn’t help but continue to fret over your futures at Shiki publishing.
Minato had of course, been at Shiki publishing for longer than you had. He loved his job and was proud of his achievements there. While you had always dreamed that you would one day, be as good as Minato, you knew he would do everything in his power to provide for you and your baby. You couldn’t chance him losing his dream job.
With your mind finally made up, you waited until your next meeting, deciding it was best to tell everyone as a team.
‘So the new issue is gaining exceptional profits. I think a celebration at Jinbuono is in order tonight,’ Akiyoshi beamed. ‘Do we have anything else to cover before I get started on assignments?’
‘Actually,’ you remarked, gaining the attention of your coworkers as you felt a rush of butterflies in your stomach.
‘I am handing in my resignation.’
The words silenced the room in an instant.
‘What are you talking about?’ Akiyoshi remarked in surprise.
‘You can’t be serious,’ Minato cut in, imploring you with his expression, though your mind was made up.
‘The truth is, I’m pregnant. About eight weeks actually and while I love this job and I love working with all of you, I can’t jeopardise my fiancé’s career. I have loved my time here and I wouldn’t be the person I am today without all of you,’ you admitted, tears welling in your eyes as you saw Shusei looking from Minato to you.
‘I don’t understand…’
‘She doesn’t want to jeopardise my career,’ Minato remarked finally, sounding defeated as he continued to gaze into your eyes.
‘I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this…’
‘I do…not just for you…but for us.’
Taking his hand and offering it a gentle squeeze, you and Minato were able to communicate your feelings in that simple gesture.
‘Then, if you really are leaving, let us celebrate to you tonight,’ Shusei remarked, prompting a smile from both you and Minato as you found yourself surrounded by your coworkers and friends.

Shusei - You hadn’t been sure how to tell Shusei that you were pregnant. You had done the test that morning, after Shusei had already left and had taken a break during the day to go to the doctors and confirm it. But now you were wondering how best to break the news to him.
When you met by the train station after work, Shusei had been as happy as ever to see you. Taking your hand in his, you silently intwined your fingers as you walked back home.
He loved it whenever you were affectionate.
Getting home, Shusei had asked you if you wanted to play on a new video game he had gotten recently.
Agreeing to it, you went to change when Shusei took your hand in his.
‘Are you okay? You seem to be lost in your own world today,’ he remarked, his kind eyes looking down at you as you felt a warmth in your heart.
‘Actually, I have something to tell you,’ you admitted.
‘What is it?’ he asked, when he felt your hands grip on the lapels of his jacket.
‘I went to the doctors this afternoon. I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure though…’
‘What is it?’
‘I’m pregnant Shusei,’ you breathed, finding the words came easier than expected as Shusei’s mouth dropped in pure surprise.
‘Seriously? It’s really happening? This is…it’s real?’
‘It’s real,’ you nodded, smiling uncontrollably as Shusei suddenly picked you up and twirled you around in the air.
’S-Shusei!’
‘I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it…we’re going to be a family…’
As he lowered you carefully to the floor, Shusei wrapped you up in his arms, unable to stop smiling as he held you.
It was truly the start of something incredible for you both. Though something had been on your mind.
You knew that you would have a little time with the baby when he or she was born, but you couldn’t help but wish that it wouldn’t be so short lived…would you want to leave something so tiny without you?
As you thought about it more, you inadvertently began researching work as a freelance writer, thinking that it would protect Shusei’s job and give you the opportunity you had been hoping for.
By the time you had made up your mind, you decided to talk with Shusei about it, not wanting to surprise him at work, or make him feel guilty when you were doing it for you both.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ he asked, taking your hands in his.
‘Yes, I promise you…’
After observing you for a moment, Shusei seemed to accept your response as he leant his forehead against yours.
‘How about we tell them together?’
Nodding in agreement, you took a deep breath as you prepared yourself mentally and emotionally for the following day.
Going into work together, you could see Chiaki observing you both with a keen eye, though you felt Shusei’s hand wrap around yours as Akiyoshi walked into the office.
‘Chief,’ you remarked, swallowing as you thought of how to begin.
‘What is it?’
‘I need to talk to you about handing in my resignation.’
‘What?’
Hearing the shock from your coworkers, you both found yourself surrounded when Akiyoshi noticed Shusei holding your hand.
‘I’m handing in my resignation. I’d like to explore freelance writing and I’m…well, we’re expecting a baby.’
Glancing to Shusei, he looked down at you with a warm smile.
‘Shusei, you’ve kept that very quiet,’ Chiaki remarked, a surprised smile on his face as Minato clapped Shusei on the shoulder.
‘Not that quiet,’ he remarked. ‘Though this is new. You’re pregnant?’ he remarked, looking down at you with a kind smile.
‘Twelve weeks,’ you admitted. ‘I have loved working here with all of you. I just want to take some time to spend with the little one when he or she is born. If I’m working freelance I can do that.’
‘Well…if that’s your decision, then there’s only one thing to be said,’ Akiyoshi remarked, folding his arms.
‘Congratulations,’ he beamed, taking you by surprise as you glanced to Shusei who looked equally shocked.
‘Chief?’
‘To both of you. Though Shusei, you break her heart and there will be trouble,’ he added, his trademark growl coming through as you tried to suppress a laugh as Shusei’s panicked expression.
‘What?! I’d never hurt her,’ he stated quickly, making the others laugh as you were wrapped up in several embraces. It was in that moment that you realised where you worked didn’t matter. You’d always have these guys in your life. That was all you needed.

Tsumugu - It was the third day running that you had hardly eaten. Tsumugu had noticed it at home as well as at work. When you had made dinner, you made plenty for Tsumugu, but very little for yourself.
While working at your desk, you looked pale as Tsumugu observed you. Deciding to take a break, he went and got you a strawberry milk from the vending machine and brought it up to you.
‘Oh, Tsumugu, thank you,’ you remarked, glancing around him.
‘It’s just us,’ Tsumugu responded in answer to your silent question.
‘You okay? Ya hardly eatin’ a thing and your looking like you might keel over any second,’
‘I’m sorry, I guess I’m just tired…’
‘Ya workin’ far too hard. Look, maybe you should go to the doctor’s. See if everything is okay…you haven’t been eating right for days now.’
Realising he’d noticed, you were both interrupted by the sound of the other Seasonelle members returning from lunch.
Offering you one more imploring glance, Tsumugu finally straightened up and headed back to his desk in his typical work mode. Though as his concerns stayed with you, you soon found your cell phone and decided to call up and make an appointment.
After clearing things with Akiyoshi, who agreed that you seemed like you needed some rest, you went to collect your bag.
‘Have you got an interview this afternoon?’ Chiaki asked curiously, looking up from his own desk.
‘No, just an appointment. I’ll see you guys later,’ you responded, looking in Tsumugu’s direction for a moment before leaving the office.
On the way to the doctor’s surgery, you had been about to switch off your phone while you were in there when you noticed a new text.
Don’t worry ‘bout a thing, okay? I love you
Thinking about the undoubtable blush that would have been on Tsumugu’s cheeks when he’d written that, you couldn’t help but feel your spirits lift slightly as you went and got some very unexpected news.
Returning home that evening, you found Tsumugu waiting for you as promised and your boyfriend was grateful to see you looking a little brighter.
‘How did it go?’
‘Fine,’ you remarked, ‘good.’
Though it felt like the news was really hitting you now that you were faced with Tsumugu watching you curiously through his large glasses.
Before you knew it, tears were slipping down your cheeks as Tsumugu wrapped you in his arms.
‘What’s with the tears? What’s wrong?’
‘I’m pregnant Tsumugu,’ you uttered, as if saying it aloud had finally made it all sink in.
‘Pregnant?’
‘Yeah…’ you responded. ‘I have a tiny baby growing, our baby…’
Looking into his eyes, you saw the way that he glanced down to your stomach, his hand gently trailing across your stomach before looking into your eyes with wonder.
‘Our baby?’
‘Yeah’
Breaking out into a bright smile, Tsumugu kissed you with such love and passion that you could hardly believe what was happening.
‘I can’t believe…this is really happening, ain’t it?’
Nodding, you felt Tsumugu’s hands gently trace the sides of your face and down to your waist as he pulled you into a gentle embrace. You didn’t know how long you spent there, just reaffirming how much you loved one another, but one thing was clear to you both, you were about to become a family.
As time went by, you started to get a small baby bump, your cravings for strawberries making Tsumugu smile.
Though as you discussed what to do with regards to work at Seasonelle, you had already made up your mind to leave the company.
‘Ya love that job, I know ya do.’
‘You’ve worked harder than anyone to get where you are now Tsumugu. You have done so much for us. You have always supported me and cared for me.’
‘I did nothin’ of the sort at the start,’ he remarked. It still embarrassed him to think of those times as he roughly scratched the back of his head.
‘It doesn’t matter…I love you Tsumugu…but my mind is made up about this. I’m sending in my resignation.’
Once he knew your mind could not be changed, Tsumugu gripped your hands in his as he promised you that he would take care of you and your baby.
‘I will do anythin’ to see you happy.’
‘Being with you and our baby is all I need to be happy,’ you responded, making him smile warmly as he kissed you.
By the time the news was broken to everyone at work, you had been amazed to go to an interview a couple of days later only to discover that the team were holding you and Tsumugu a baby shower.
You never remembered crying as much as you did that day. But throughout it, Tsumugu was there to hold your hand and wipe your tears while joking that only you could cry so much at such a happy occasion.
You knew in your heart how lucky you were and it resonated to everyone around you. Nothing else mattered with friends who felt like family and as you ran a hand over your growing bump, you knew that your baby would have one incredible family…

Kaoru - Kaoru noticed that you were quiet lately. He was a quiet person, but he was so used to your bubbly chatter. It made him smile to listen to you talking about the things that made you smile or got you excited.
But for the past few days, you had been somewhat withdrawn, both at work and at home.
Coming back after working some overtime, Kaoru had found you dozing on the sofa, with Tama keeping you company. Seeing the tabby cat stretch out as she got up to greet Kaoru, your boyfriend left you to sleep as Tama followed him into the kitchen for dinner.
‘How is she?’ he asked, as though he expected Tama to answer.
‘Were you keeping her safe for me?’ he asked, a small smile playing on his lips as he reached down and stroked his cat, feeling her nuzzle his hand in response.
Breathing a small sigh, Kaoru took off his jacket and returned to the living room while Tama was eating. Finding you curled up with your head on a cushion, Kaoru gently lifted the cushion with you still resting your head on it and slipped himself beneath it, allowing you to rest in his lap when you stirred a little.
‘Hm?’
Seeing you look up to him sleepily, you were still in something of a daze as you started to sit up.
‘Kaoru?’
‘I’m home.’
‘Welcome back,’ you responded, turning to face him as you lay down again, with Kaoru gently running his slender fingers through your hair.
‘Are you okay?’
‘Tired…’ you responded, your voice weary as Kaoru shook his head.
‘No, you’re quiet.’
‘Do I usually snore or something?’ you responded, your eyes opening a little wider when Kaoru glanced away for a moment.
‘You’ve been quiet for days…I’m worried.’
‘Oh…’
Sitting up, you had been about to speak when Kaoru pulled you into his lap and embraced you gently.
‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, his voice sounding almost hurt, pulling at your heart strings as you rested a hand on your stomach.
‘I was waiting for the right moment to tell you. I’ve just been feeling so lethargic and then we were both so busy at work…’
As Kaoru leaned you back slightly to look into your flustered expression, he gently caressed your cheek as if to try and relax you.
Closing your eyes for a moment, you tried to compose yourself as you prepared to tell him your news.
‘Kaoru, I’m pregnant.’
Seeing him look at you in surprise, you thought for a moment that Kaoru was unhappy when a look of relief crossed his expression.
‘We’re going to have a baby?’
Seeing the gentle smile on his lips, you nodded with tears in your eyes as you felt Kaoru’s hands gently cup your cheeks.
‘Amazing…’ he uttered as he gently brushed his fingertips against your stomach, before kissing you softly, tenderly, conveying all of his feelings in that single motion.
You knew Kaoru would be attentive, but you had never expected such affection from him in the following weeks. Though you knew that you both had to discuss your positions at work.
After some consideration, you decided that you wanted to resign and let Kaoru continue to work for Seasonelle. While he seemed unsure, you were entirely confident in your decision, thinking it would be for the best until after the baby was born and things settled down.
When he was certain that it was what you truly wanted, Kaoru had been in agreement, though had asked that you tell the team together.
When you had asked everyone to join you in the conference room, they were all surprised to find you there with Kaoru.
After explaining everything, you were overwhelmed and amazed by the response from your friends and coworkers in Seasonelle. You never could have believed they would be so happy for you both, though it only made it tougher for you to announce your resignation.
‘I don’t want to chance the higher ups breaking up the team. They could decide to move more than just me or Kaoru and I don’t want that. So this will be my last month with Seasonelle.’
You hadn’t expected it to be so emotional, though you knew you weren’t saying goodbye as each of your friends and colleagues embraced you. You weren’t just an editorial team. You were a family and nothing could ever change that now. 

Chiaki - Ever since discovering that you were pregnant, Chiaki had been even more protective of you than before. It had all started when you were beginning to feel unwell at work. Chiaki was convinced you had overworked yourself.
After you nearly collapsed at work, Chiaki volunteered to go with you to the doctors, not wanting you to pass out again, though even as you tried to reassure your boyfriend, you could see how pale he looked. His grip on your hand was tight as though he was afraid you would disappear.
‘Hey…I’m okay…I just feel a little dizzy…’
‘When we get home, get some sleep. Go to bed. Stay in my room…please,’ he remarked. His voice was all that you needed to know that he was worried. It was unlike him to be so direct like this.
Nodding in agreement, you gripped his hand back as you leant your head on his shoulder.
Throughout your visit to the Doctor, Chiaki had been on edge. He had hardly been able to sit still for a moment.
Feeling restless, time seemed to stand still as Chiaki waited for the Doctor to call him in. Though when he did, he was somewhat relieved to see that you already had a little colour back in your cheeks.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked, his voice tender as he came to sit beside you.
‘I’m okay…the doctor said I’m fine,’ you responded.
‘Yes, actually I have some good news, though she has been asking for you, so I thought you might like to receive the news together.’
‘What is it?’ Chiaki asked, gripping your hand gently as the Doctor smiled at you both.
‘Congratulations, you’re pregnant. Your faint spells and such have been a byproduct of overworking, which in conjunction with your early pregnancy symptoms, likely led to your near collapse at the office. Though it would seem you have a very attentive boyfriend,’ the doctor smiled.
‘Yes, he is,’ you responded, though you were unsure of how Chiaki was taking the news.
‘She’s really pregnant?’
‘Yes…about six weeks.’
‘Chiaki…’ you muttered, seemingly uncertain of his response when he offered you a loving smile and kissed the back of your hand.
‘I can’t believe it,’ he admitted, the expression of happiness that crossed his features making your heart swell.
From the moment they left the doctor’s surgery, Chiaki didn’t take you back to Seasonelle, but instead, headed for home.
‘Chiaki? They’ll be expecting us back.’
‘You’re going home to rest. No more overworking yourself,’ Chiaki remarked, glancing to you and placing his free hand on yours.
‘Promise…?’
‘I’ll have to go back to work tomorrow Chiaki…but I promise, no more overworking myself. I promise…’ you remarked, your sincerity leaving Chiaki visibly relaxed.
By the time you got home, Chiaki went in with you, only to lead you to his room and practically put you in bed.
Kissing your forehead softly, Chiaki ran a hand through your hair.
‘I love you…so much. Thank you for carrying our child,’ he admitted. ‘For all you have ever done for us…’
Seeing the crimson colour in his cheeks, you couldn’t help but smile as tears filled your eyes.
‘I love you too…Both of you,’ you whispered, resting a hand over your stomach as Chiaki smiled warmly.
‘Sleep…okay?’
‘Promise,’ you repeated.
A few weeks down the line and you were only just starting to show. While you were able to hide your growing bump with loose clothing, you knew that you were going to have to make a decision about your position in Seasonelle.
You didn’t want Chiaki to end up transferred and the thought of working in Shiki under any other publication was just too disheartening. You had come to love Shiki publishing for Seasonelle and the people you worked with.
Deciding to take it upon yourself to resolve the situation while you still had the option. You went to Akiyoshi and told him everything, handing in your resignation, though he was reluctant to take it.
‘I don’t want to make things difficult Chief. I have loved working here and maybe one day I’ll return to Seasonelle. But right now, Chiaki means more to me than my job. He is a good editor and deserves his position here.’
‘So do you,’ Akiyoshi insisted. ‘You are one of the best editors here and while I know I can’t force you to stay, you will be incredibly missed.’
‘You don’t think I’m going anywhere do you?’ you responded with a smile. ‘You’ve all been a big part of my life, if you think I’m letting you all go, then you really haven’t gotten to know me well at all. We’re all like a family here, right?’
‘Right,’ Akiyoshi agreed, a warm smile on his face as he got up and embraced you carefully.  ‘I guess I’d better call the team together.’
‘Chief?’
‘We need to have a celebration…you don’t think your family would let you quit without a proper send off do you?’
Smiling as you left the office, your eyes fell on Chiaki, a warm smile gracing your lips as you thought of your future together. 

Akiyoshi - You could hardly believe it. You were pregnant. The news had come as such a surprise, though you had yet to tell your fiancé. The others had been aware that you were feeling a little unwell and were doing their utmost to keep an eye on you.
‘Really guys I’m fine, you’re fretting too much.’
‘Do you want to join me for lunch?’ Shusei asked, making you smile as you politely declined.
‘Really I’m alright.’
‘You should eat,’
Glancing to the usually quiet Kaoru in surprise, you couldn’t help but feel a warmth in your heart at the love you were receiving from your co-workers. Though as Chiaki opened up his own lunch, the scent was too much for you to handle as you quickly stood from your desk.
‘I need some fresh air,’ you remarked, leaving the office as quickly as you could manage before escaping to the roof.
Feeling the unease in your stomach subside, you sat down overlooking the streets, bustling with people going about their day to day business as you tried to distract yourself.
Hearing footsteps behind you, you barely acknowledged them until a familiar voice spoke out.
‘Hey, I brought you this,’
Looking up to see Akiyoshi holding out a bottle of water, you took it gratefully as he sat beside you.
‘Are you sure you’re alright?’ he asked, peering into your eyes. You couldn’t avert his gaze, not when he was watching you so intently. You knew he was worried.
Glancing down at your hands, you had begun to say that you didn’t think this was the time to discuss it at work, when Akiyoshi took your hand.
‘Please.’
Realising you had unintentionally worried him, you felt his hands grip yours as you shook your head with an earnest expression.
‘It’s okay, I’m okay, really. I…I just…’
Looking into his eyes, the words and excuses just couldn’t form coherently as you resolved yourself to be honest with him.
‘I’m pregnant…’
Seeing his eyes widen at the revelation, you could feel his hands tighten around yours as he processed the news.
‘Really?’
‘I know, it’s terrible timing, being at work, but you were looking at me with those eyes and I just-’
Cutting you off, Akiyoshi embraced you tightly, his hands locking gently into your hair as you felt the warmth radiating from him.
‘I’m so happy,’ he whispered. ‘I don’t care about the rest, about any of it. We’re going to be a family…’
Feeling the tears well in your eyes, Akiyoshi cupped your face and smiled. ‘I love you…’
‘I love you too,’ you whispered.
While Akiyoshi was in his element and clearly more cheerful in work over the next few days, you were debating the more serious side of your pregnancy. You knew that Shiki Publishing would likely not approve of your relationship with Akiyoshi. Especially as he was your superior.
He had achieved so much with the company, you couldn’t risk him losing his job over your relationship.
Having made up your mind, you decided to go above Akiyoshi to do what needed to be done.
‘I don’t understand…’
‘I am handing in my resignation. It has been a pleasure working for Shiki Publishing and I have enjoyed every moment. But right now, I feel it would be best to take some time out and work out where I would like to go next.’
‘Have you discussed this with Akiyoshi Zaizen? He is your superior, correct?’
‘I know that he, as well as the other members of Seasonelle will try to talk me out of it and my mind is made up.’
Straightening up as Akiyoshi’s boss studied the contents of your resignation one last time, he let out a short sigh before getting to his feet.
‘I can’t say we won’t be sad to see you go. I’m sure Seasonelle will be especially devastated by the news. But I would like to wish you all the best.’
Shaking hands firmly, you tried to keep back the tears that were threatening to overflow as you promptly excused yourself. Taking the rest of your lunch break, you had been unaware at how fast the news of your departure would travel until you got back to the Seasonelle office where the others were grouped together in a deep conversation.
‘Has something happened?’ you asked, when you realised the way they were all looking at you.
‘You’re leaving?’ Minato remarked, his tone making you feel guilty as you took a deep breath and nodded.
‘I’m sorry, I would have told you myself, but I didn’t think it would get here so fast…’
‘But why? Don’t you like it here?’ Shusei chimed in.
‘We’ll miss you,’ Kaoru added, the confessions of your coworkers and friends near enough breaking your heart as the tears began to spill down your cheeks.
‘I love it here. You have no idea how much…’
‘Why?’
Turning to look behind you, you saw Akiyoshi, seemingly unsure of how to process the news as he observed you.
‘I couldn’t let you give up everything you have worked so hard for…you do so much for us. For all of us. I knew if I told you, or came to you first that you’d try to stop me.’
‘What’s she talking about?’ Chiaki asked. You had almost forgotten all of Seasonelle was stood around you.
‘I-I’m pregnant and engaged,’ you admitted, seeing the looks of surprise from everyone in the room.
‘She did it for me, because she knew Shiki wouldn’t approve,’ Akiyoshi added, by way of explanation as he took your hand, much to the shock of the others.
‘Seriously? You two?’ Minato remarked, his mouth slightly agape as Akiyoshi squeezed your hand.
‘Yes.’
You weren’t sure what to expect, but in the next moment, you found yourself being embraced by the members of the team. Feeling the tears that now flowed freely, you didn’t know what the future held, but you could be sure with Akiyoshi and your friends from Seasonelle in your life, it would be full of love and happiness.

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Still perfect / Niall centric

Prompt: can you do a niall centric where he’s not in the band but is the cousin of one of the guys, and maybe niall is deaf and the other don’t know but maybe his cousin does and knows sign language just fluffy and cute

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word Count: 1.7k

a/N: Sorry it’s so shit..

No one wishes for a sick child. Every mother hopes that she is pregnant with a baby that’ll have a good life. A life full of fun and joy and without having to deal with sickness or other things that tend to get in the way.  However even though it’s every mother’s wish it doesn’t work all of the time.

Some kids are born without arms, some other without legs; some have a disability and won’t ever be able to live a life without someone taking care of them 24/7. Sometimes children die when they are born or sometimes they die at the age of four. There are thousands of things that can happen to your child and even if you always tell yourself that something like this will never happen to you there is still a chance that it will.

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Can you do a jack one were y\n is 9 months pregnant with a baby girl and jack is really protective and one day when y/n is backstage at an atl concert her water breaks and jack freaks out and dosnt know what to do and alex has to calm him down and stuff

AN So I know that I was supposed to post this like last night, but I fell asleep on the couch before I could. So I’m posting it now, and I’ll get it to you. Sorry for the extra wait. Sorry for my lack of knowledge on this subject, I’m the youngest kid, so I don’t know much of this. Except what I learned in 8th grade health class and movies. I feel like I made this really sappy, but then who isn’t sappy when someone’s just born. Everyone is cheesy as fuck! There’s no message for this one. Enjoy, lovelies xx

PS I know this is a little boy that’s like a toddler, I just love this picture.

Your POV

Jack and I were going to have a baby girl. Not only were we excited, but the guys were as well. They would bring me things when I was sitting down, and get me things if they were too high to reach. Jack made me come on tour with them because since I was so far along with our baby, he didn’t want to miss it when she was born. And also she might be born somewhere interesting they were at.

Let me tell you, it’s been hell living in a tour bus and being this pregnant. Jack gets super protective of me. He won’t let me use the bathroom unless I had someone to go along with me, which was hard since not many girls went on tour.

He won’t let me sleep in an uncomfortable position, and if I fall asleep in one, he wakes me up, makes me reposition myself and then lets me sleep. The guys have been trying to get him to leave my side since we got here, and we’ve made very little progress.

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Lawyers

This ficlet is part of the Jamie Through the Stones AU which starts with Third Time’s the Charm.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Biscuits or Cookies?

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Available on AO3 as Written in the Stones

This is an Outlander canon divergence AU ficlet.

Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: While I generally try to do a bit of research for these fics (especially for historical accuracy), I simply don’t have the time to be able to go into all of the legal specifics for divorce law in 1958 Boston and/or 1958 UK/Scotland. As such, I’m sure there are discrepancies/inaccuracies, but since the legalities are mostly going to be dealt with off page, I hope you’ll forgive me for simply bending the factual law into fictional law to work with the story better. 

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