based on this post where lardo and shitty are accidentally pregnant

She was five weeks in, nothing was showing, but she’d been puking almost everyday and had refused Bitty’s pumpkin pie the other day. Lardo hasn’t told her mom yet, and Shitty refuses to tell anything to his father but she knows that his mother knew about it. Jack had called her immediately after Shitty freaked and told him a week ago, before freaking out himself telling Bitty, who had broken into their apartment in order to make sure she was okay.

“I’m okay, people should stop asking me if I was okay, I’m pregnant, not sick.” She complained to Jack, who only answered by giving a silent nod. 

“Shitty’s freaking out,” Jack said instead. 

“I know.” She groaned and put her face in her hands. A moment of silence passed between the two before she lifted her head again. “I don’t want to chain him down like this or jerk him around emotionally. I know he wants me to keep it.” 

“He wants whatever you want,” Jack said.

She knew that, but she could also read Shitty enough to know that he was ecstatic and wanted nothing more than to have her keep it. And the scary thing was, she could also feel herself being as excited as he is. 

“How are the two of us even remotely qualified to be parents? He’s just starting his job, and I have my job.” And Lardo wasn’t sure that one, her bosses would let her take a maternity leave, and two, that she was even on the life track that she had envisioned for herself with this job. Sports management paid a lot, and Lardo knew she was on the fast track to promotion, but now that this forced her to look at her life she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend it all picking up after athletes. But she wasn’t sure that she can provide proper care if she didn’t have the high paying job in her position. And it was a downward spiraling mess of disaster. 

It was as if Jack could read her mind, or at least the mood in her mind, because he puts a hand on her shoulder and leaned back on the sofa that they were sitting at. 

“Maybe you’re thinking too much,” he said. “Just concentrate on whether or not you want to keep it, and trust in your friends to help you no matter which choice it is. We’re a team.” 

She sniffed, and suddenly Jack found himself with an armful of Lardo. The two of them extricated themselves from their situation as soon as Lardo stopped wiping tears and snot off of Jack’s sweater. Jack extended a fist, and Lardo bumped it.

“Got your back,” they said together.

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That one was mine

Blindspot fanfic.

A short fic based very loosely on the promo for this week’s epsiode (2x17, “Solos”). I actually don’t mind Oliver that much, but I’m ready for him to get out of Jeller’s way now.


“I’m so sorry, Jane,” Oliver apologized for the fifth time. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this, and I had no idea, of course, that they’d know you…”

Jane tuned him out. It didn’t matter how Oliver’s smarmy arms-dealing former associates had gotten their hands on them, once they’d recognized “Remy,” they’d realized they could get a lot more for ransoming her back to Shepherd than they’d get from kidnapping Oliver now-Kind.

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HTTYD FanFiction: Under the Stars (Hiccstrid’s first date)

               Title: Under the Stars

               Requested by: ReptileGirl497

               Summary: Hiccup’s nervous about asking Astrid out on their first ever “date”.

               Genre: Romance (I guess… I’m not really good at it but I’ll try)

               Rating: K

               Time-line: After Blindsided but before Shell Shocked Part 1 (RTTE)

               Hiccup lifted his hand, letting it hover above the door knob uncertainly. Toothless let out a huff of exasperation from his place curled up by the wall of the hut. Hiccup looked at him, and Toothless merely rolled his eyes.

               “Hey, this is big, bud. I’m just… well… nervous.”

               Toothless huffed again, then his eyes brightened before he flopped over onto his back, his body smashing into the building and making a very loud noise.

               “Toothless! Sh-“

“Hiccup? That you?” came Astrid’s voice from inside. Hiccup glared at a smirking Toothless, before turning back to face the door.

“Uh, y-yeah it’s me!” he replied, shifting from one foot to another nervously. The door swung open, revealing Astrid Hofferson. Hiccup did a double take, not expecting her to be out of her armor. Her shoulder guards were gone, as was the skull belt around her waist. She was casually dressed, and for a moment, he wondered if maybe it was too late to ask…

“Uh, sorry, you look… like you’re…” Hiccup stuttered helplessly.

Astrid just smiled and placed a hand on her hip, “You’re here for a reason, now what is it?” She demanded.

Hiccup swallowed, casting Toothless a glance for any kind of help. But the dragon merely shrugged before rolling over, standing up, then stalking over to Stormfly, the two dragons beginning to play tag.

“Um, well…” Hiccup continued to stumble over his words. Finally, he took a deep breath and said carefully, “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a flight with me and Toothless?”

Astrid smiled brightly. “I’d love to!”

Hiccup sighed in relief, confused as to why he’d been nervous before. He should’ve known better. He grabbed her hand boldly and led her over to Toothless, climbing on before turning and holding a hand out to her. She smiled slowly before grabbing it and tossing herself up behind him, her arms going to wrap around his waist and her head resting on his shoulder. He smiled to himself before giving Toothless a little nudge with his foot, urging the dragon into the air. Not that Toothless needed it, Hiccup had explained what he wanted to do before they left.

“Stay here, Stormfly!” Astrid called out to her dragon. Stormfly squawked sadly, before perking up and beginning to preen herself.

Toothless climbed higher into the sky, making Astrid clinger tighter to Hiccup, her arms tightening around his waist. He grinned, rubbing a hand over her clasped hands around his stomach. She yelped and hung on harder.

“Hiccup Haddock, hang onto the saddle because if we crash I will not be happy!” She called out. Hiccup blushed and moved his hand back to the saddle, gripping onto it tightly. He could’ve sworn he saw Toothless smirk and even let out a small chuckle.

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anonymous asked:

Could I request how the chocobros would spend time with their future children? Thanks hun x

Oooh, this was so cute to imagine!!!

Noctis knows what it’s like to be a lonely only child, especially when their father is the King. He’d make sure that he was there to meet them after school, help them with their homework and spend as much time as possible with them, he doesn’t want them to suffer a lonely childhood so he’d practically do whatever they asked of him.

Prompto would definitely do a mini photoshoot with his child, be it them wanting to be a princess or a knight, a wizard, anything, he’d make sure that they’d find the perfect backdrop for their shoot and take as many photos as possible. Afterwards, he’d have the best ones put on display in his house.

Gladio would be the sort to allow his kid to draw all over him, they’ve seen the tattoos that he has over his arms and torso - he remembers laughing for a good while the first time they asked when the pictures would appear on their body. If it’s not drawing on Gladio, it’s make up. He’s happy to have his nails painted or to wind up with glitter in his beard from it, on the condition that his child is happy, he’d do anything for them.

Ignis has come up with a lot of recipes over the years, so you can be sure that he’d spend time teaching his child how to cook a variety of different dishes - not to mention helping them develop their own skills. Another thing he likes to do is pretend to be a food critique after they make a dish for the first time and gives an over the top reaction to how good the food is.

Red.

Pairing: Kenjou Akira/Kotozume Yukari
Rating: M-ish
Word-count: 919
A/N: This is and AU me and @aquarterasian created where all the lead cures are sisters and princesses. You can read the first fanfic here. But this one is when Akira and Yukari are 17-y-o (in the main story they are 22-23) and is the start of their relationship.
Oh, feel free to send me or Nikki prompts!
Cross-posted on AO3

Summary: When Akira was younger she used to fear being alone.

Now she fears red. But not every red.

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I crave affection. Not sex, but the most innocent parts of affection. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and lay their head on lap. I crave kisses. I crave holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. I crave somebody to hold me while they tell me their thoughts or issues. I crave just looking at someone and wondering how on earth I got that lucky. I crave the feeling of having someone love me just as much as I love them..

I do not want to be beautiful. I want to be contagious and radiant. I want to leave a mark on not only on the world but on souls. I want to have something to offer; something more than the superficial idea that my beauty is all that I have to give.
—  I have so much more.
all my grief says the same thing:
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

and the world laughs.
holds my hope by the throat.
says:
but this is how it is
—  Fortesa Latifi
Auction AU Part 2


Here’s the first part  ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.

Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3 

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    The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.

    Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?

    It wouldn’t. No way.

   Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.

   “Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”

   Pit stains.

   For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-

   “Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”

    With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.

     The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.

    They approached the stairs leading off the stage.

    This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-

   “Hi!”

   -person.

   “Uh, hi.”

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In one world,
You love me,
I love you,
And we both feel a little more whole
When the other is around.

In another world,
We are married,
You are chasing the kids around the house,
I’m watching,
And I’m falling a little more in love with you,
I will always fall a little more in love with you.

In this world,
We are young,
But our love is so pure,
So wholesome,
You love me,
And I love you,
And nothing else matters anymore.

In every world,
In every universe,
It is us.
I refuse to believe that there is
Another time,
Another place,
Where you and I aren’t together,
Because, I believe the universe fights
For two souls to be together.
And, even if it stops fighting,
I never will.

—  I hope I live countless life times just so I can find you, and love you in every single one.

I can’t promise you things will always be simple or easy with me. I can’t promise we’ll never fight and I can’t promise I’ll always have the right words. 
But what I can promise you is that I’ll always be there to wipe away your tears. I’ll cook you breakfast and memorize how you like your coffee. I’ll be there to pick you up when your car breaks down. I’ll order your favorite takeout and watch movies with you on a Saturday night. I’ll go to the doctor with you and make soup for you when you’re sick. I’ll never forget a single birthday or anniversary. I’ll support you in whatever you do and I’ll always be by your side cheering you on.  
I can’t promise things will always be easy but I can promise that I’ll give you everything I have. 

Title: Armor Crafted by My Own Hand

Pairing: Prince Sidon / Link

Rating: General 

Tags: biting, kissing, fluff, confession scene, fish person loving a blondie, sweetness with a bit of bite

Summary: On a rainy, cold day, Sidon confesses his love to Link

Continue reading here or check out on AO3! Comments, reblogs, and kudos are much appreciated!

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Lounging atop one of the watchtowers that sat at the end of the Inogo Bridge, Sidon gazed glumly at the rocky path that led away from the bridge and up into the mountains. Overhead, the sky was as grey as his mood. From that veil of grey, a heavy rain fell, turning the world into a blurred wash of blues and greens. The air was chilly but nothing his thick skin couldn’t handle. Though to anyone without tough Zora skin, it was a probably bundle yourself up and stay inside kind of temperature.

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When Bucky comes home, the apartment is empty, which, admittedly, isn’t exactly what he had been expecting.

For as long as Bucky’s known him, Steve has never once failed to greet him when he’d get home on his birthday. Not back in Brooklyn, and certainly not since Bucky came back to live with the guy here in the Twentieth century.

Steve takes birthdays very seriously. Even when he shouldn’t – something Bucky has experienced first hand, more than once. Like that time Steve had insisted on baking him a birthday cake, despite the fact that Steve’s the kind of guy who can’t even boil water successfully. The mere memory makes Bucky’s throat constrict, and he quickly pushes the thought away before it can grow all too vivid.

He sets his bag down by the door and toes off his shoes. It’s a weird rule, but he knows that Steve will throw a minor fit if Bucky walks in with his boots on – especially seeing as it has been pouring rain all day long.

Bucky’s jacket is still dripping a little as he hangs it up. He pulls his metal fingers through his hair, knowing that it’s wet, even though the sensation registered by his nerve endings doesn’t translate exactly the same way as it would have with his other hand. It’s still an odd feeling. Tony’s been working hard on this new sensory module for his arm, and so far, Bucky is now able to actually feel a whole range of different things compared to what he had been before. Heat, cold, and pressure had always been there, but the little things… Those are what throw him off, still.

Like being able to feel the rain, for example. Which had been the reason why he’d decided to walk home in the first place, rather than take a cab – with the left sleeve of his jacket pulled up all the way to the elbow, just because he could.

The rain is his favorite sensation so far, and he’s already relishing in the thought of the similar, falling water in the shower he’s going to take in a matter of minutes, when he spots the Post-It note that’s been stuck to the center of the hallway mirror.

It’s in Steve’s handwriting – soft and curvy – and Bucky tugs it from the mirror with a curious frown. The note says a single word.

“Kitchen”

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Dear future girlfriend,

I promise to hold your hand through all your hard times, even though it’ll be hard for me to watch you go through it. I’ll love you even when I’m mad at you and I’ll kiss your forehead and listen to your words even when you slurring them, drunk and make no sense. We’ll get into stupid fights over ridiculous things and I’ll be a stubborn asshole but I promise to admit that I’m wrong when I am and hold you when tears are streaming down your cheeks in rivers of sadness, and tell you that it’s going to be okay. I’ll be there for you when you’ve just watched a scary movie and don’t want to sleep alone.. heck, I’ll even watch the movie with you. I’ll be right at the end of the phone for when you want to tell someone how awesome your day was and I’ll be right there when you’re lonely and want someone to cuddle with and watch Netflix. I’ll bring you up breakfast in bed when you’re too tired to move but too hungry to go back to sleep. I’ll be right by your side to remind how beautiful you are to me every single day and when nothing seems to be going right in your life, I’ll be there to give you a long, tight hug. I’ll try my best to make sure that you don’t feel the weight of the world on your shoulders, and even if I’m halfway across the world, I’ll make sure that you feel the weight of my love more. When you fight with one of your parents, I’ll help you sort it out because you take after both of them far too much and if they had not given you life then I would be without you. We’ll go to a train station and get a ticket to a random place and spend the day exploring every corner of that location. I’ll be a sarcastic little shit, and take our banter to a next level, you’ll playfully hit me and I’ll tell you that I love you and steal a kiss before you can say anything else. I’ll fight my way through my shipmates to make sure that I’m one of the first people off of the gangway so I can be one bit closer to you. I’ll skype or facetime you whenever I get the chance, or if none of those are working then a phone call or text will simply have to suffice, but I will make sure that whether I’m out in the Gulf, or in port at Birkenhead or Falmouth, you will know just how much I am in love with you. Whether it’s the best day that you’ve had or your worst, I’ll always be there for you. I promise to love you through it all.

Let’s turn this into a game;
How far can I run before I boomerang and find myself on the road straight back to you?
How many times can I cry to my friends before they get tired of hearing the same story?
How long can I stay awake for purely out of spite to the fact you use to help me sleep?

How long can I live in this world without you?

—  Games I never wanted to be playing
I crave a love that runs bone deep. A love that rattles my heart senselessly, yet is the soothing touch of a hand caressing my face at night. I crave a love that is raw and painstakingly real. A love that is unrelenting, reliable, and can never be explained to the logical mind. I crave a love that defies all meanings of what love has ever been defined as. Because, every love that has been given a textbook definition has become permanent ink made to stay on one singular page, meant to go no further than that. And, I am so tired of single page love stories.
—  I am a book that is written with far too many one page stories, so I wait, relentlessly, just praying that you are my final chapter.
For every lie that you’ve ever whispered, every girl you’ve  kissed that wasn’t me, every phone call you’ve declined and every drink that ever passed your lips, I loved you. In your darkest hours, in spite of your ugliest thoughts, and regardless of every night I lay in bed shattered to my spine, I loved you. I loved you in ways that you didn’t deserve, and I spent too many months falling asleep to the sound of my heart breaking. I hope some day you realise that I was the love of your life, and that you hate yourself for not loving me enough even more than i hate myself for loving you too much
—  too late ~ blue-delusion