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mini monster [namjoon&you]

Summary: You reminisce of the time when Namjoon first finds out you’re pregnant with his child, and you two later welcome both your child to the world.

“Breathe with me, honey. Breathe with me!” Namjoon exclaims while driving you quickly to the hospital. “We didn’t attend these breathing exercise class for no apparent reason!” You look immediately at your fiancée with what-in-the-hell written entirely on your face, as he just keeps inhaling and exhaling.

“Namjoon-yah, I’m the one whose water broke,” you explain calmly to him.

“I know that, and I am doing my part as the father to our child in helping you breathe,” he continues to spazz out.

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The one where you leave after you find out you're pregnant (Niall imagine)

Your POV

‘I don’t have time for that. I mean… One Direction is at the top of their fame right now. I can’t handle a baby, Y/N. I hope you get that.’ He paused for a second there before he went on. ‘Of course I want a baby. Later in life I guess. But now is just not possible.’ You were basically listing to his rambling for over five minutes right now. And you couldn’t feel more worse than you were actually feeling at this moment.  You just asked him a simple question. You asked him what he would do if you would get pregnant. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him you actually were pregnant. Because you were too scared. Turns out this was one of your worst ideas, in like ever. You didn’t think this through, for sure. You were sitting here now, on the edge of crying and you didn’t had the guts to say or do anything anymore. You felt awful. Niall was still talking about how he couldn’t imagine himself being a father right now and you felt sick, until suddenly you heard his words fade away, not finishing his sentence anymore. It made you look up at him, meeting his confused blue eyes. ‘Y/N… You are not pregnant, are you?’ His voice suddenly full of fear. You could hear it so clearly. And when you didn’t respond, his jaw dropped. But he closed it again immediately, not knowing what to do or how to act. That was obvious. ‘But. How-…?’ He was as confused about it as you were when you found out. Because it didn’t make sense. You always did it safe. You had no clue what went wrong for you to get pregnant. And it didn’t matter actually. You were pregnant now, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it. ‘I don’t know… I’m sorry.’ You whispered softly. Suddenly Niall stood up from the sofa. And walked away from you. It hurt so much. ‘I need to go for a walk, I think. I’ll be back later.’ He muttered, grabbing his coat and his shoes, before he left through the front door. You were alone. Not only in the house, but just in general. You knew you stood alone in this. And it was now the time for you to make it easier for the both of you and end this.

Niall POV

I came home several hours later after I left and I immediately noticed her car wasn’t parked on our driveway anymore. ‘God, please. No.’ I said to myself while I rushed to the front door and basically ran in, searching every room, only to find out she was gone. ‘You gotta be fucking kidding me right know!’ I yelled through the house while I slammed my fist against the wall out of frustration. And it hurt… of course it hurt. What did I expect? That she would appear magically?! I needed to calm myself down for a second because I felt myself hardly being able to breathe. Where was she? Where did she go? Where could she go? She didn’t take any of her stuff. Just her wallet. Of course her phone was laying neatly on her nightstand. Perfect… Not. I didn’t expect her to go to her parents with this. I doubted her parents acting amazingly about the subject. She could maybe be with her best friend, but then again… I didn’t think she wanted to be with someone now. The only thing she needed to make everything okay was me. And I was planning on doing that when I came home.

And it was suddenly that it hit me. I knew where she was. And my heart sank. It was only because she didn’t take anything but the car and her wallet. I grabbed my own keys and rushed out of the door to my car again. Please. Please. Please. Don’t do anything stupid. I was thinking over and over again. Y/N loved me. She loved me to death. I knew that. Sometimes it frightened me because I knew how much she would give up for me. And this was one of those things. So I was driving like crazy, hoping to get there in time, before she would do something she’d regret for the rest of her life. And maybe I even harder.

I reached the hospital way faster than I actually should, but I didn’t care at all. I parked my car, not good in the slightest, but I didn’t care again. I jumped out and rushed myself to the entrance. But just when I was about to run in, I saw a figure sitting on a little bench, and she reminded me a lot of my girlfriend. So I stopped. And my heart was pounding in my chest. Because or she already had done it, or she was sitting there, doubting about doing it. And I prayed to God it wasn’t my first guess. I walked towards her and placed myself on the little bench. She looked up and the tears were basically rolling from her cheeks and her T-shirt was already wet from all the other tears that were spilled.

And still she was the most beautiful girl I had ever met in my whole life.

Your POV

‘Y/N… Please… Don’t tell me you went inside…’ He started softly. You were frustrated with yourself that you couldn’t stop the tears from falling down. Your head already hurt because you cried so much for the past few hours. ‘Y/N. Please answer me.’ His voice was on the edge of breaking and you couldn’t make out why. You thought he would be relieved at the thought you maybe did. But you had to disappoint him. ‘I didn’t…’. And you heard him let out a heavy breath before he pulled you into his arms and held you so tightly, you were afraid you might break. ‘Thank God…’ He said into your hair. ‘You scared the hell out of me, you know that?’. But you couldn’t figure out why. You thought he didn’t want the baby. You thought he would leave you if you kept it. ‘But you don’t want it?’ You questioned him, pulling yourself out of his hug to look at him confused. His eyes stood soft and he grabbed your hand before he started talking. ‘This is our baby, Y/N. And I know I said I wasn’t ready. And in fact I still don’t think I am. But then again… I have nine months to get ready… Don’t you think?’ He stopped for a second when you left his eyes. ‘Look at me, baby.’ So you did. ‘I love you. And I love this baby. And I would NEVER, ever expect you to let people take away this baby from you. You can’t do that. Someone is living inside of you and I want to raise him or her with you. I know it won’t be easy. But we’ll figure it out… I know we will. Just… Please… Remove the thought from your mind that I don’t want to do this. Because that’s not true. It will never be true.’ You stared at him blankly hearing the words you never expected hearing from him. And while letting it all sink in, you felt all the weight fall off your shoulders and you finally found yourself able to breathe again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him and he kissed you back.

Nine months later you welcomed your little baby boy into your lives and you had never been more happy than you were right now. In those nine months Nialls opinion changed completely. He didn’t quit One Direction of course, but he managed to get a break for a couple of months, before going on tour again, so he could spend the time with you and the baby. Niall was an amazing father, and your heart felt complete seeing him interact with your son. Your son who looked exactly like the man you loved with everything you got. 

Preference: You're Insecure About A Body Part (Request)



song you should listen to while reading these

warning: FLUFF

[this is lashton. i will do malum soon]


You look through the tumblr tag of your boyfriend, Luke Hemmings, just to see more pictures of him while he was away. There was an entire masterpost about just his nose, which always seemed to intrigue you when people could focus an entire rant about one body part on a person, yet you couldn’t help but agree with the fact that his nose was perfect. So was everything about him. Everything about him made you so happy and you felt like he was a perfect human being. That’s probably why it was so hard on you when you found a hate post about you. You were with such a perfect human being that when you compared yourself to him, you knew you were reaching in the relationship. The problem was that you couldn’t not click on posts about you. ‘Maybe this one will be positive,’ you would try and tell yourself everytime, but this was again a time where it just wasn’t. The same person that was focusing on the exact same body part as before, but this time, the body part belonged to you. The entire post was dedicated to making fun of your nose. A part of your body that had never really bothered you before. But now, it would be the focus of your negative attention. Of course, you get a text from Luke just as you’re feeling at your worst and you slide to unlock your phone. 

send me a picture of your face i want a new updated lockscreen :)

You start scrolling through pictures you’ve taken in the past few weeks and in every single one, you notice how weird your nose looks. Of course. You open the camera on your phone and take a bunch of new pictures, all of which you hate. Usually, you would just send the last selfie you took or just take a random one because you knew that Luke would appreciate it either way, but now, you couldn’t help but think that Luke felt the same way as the girl from tumblr. You decide to create a sweater paw and cover part of your face, including your nose, with it and send that picture. He sends back a smiley face and a picture of himself with a huge thumbs up. Your phone vibrates again and you see that he’s facetiming you. You immediately answer it and smile, seeing his face. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the top right corner of your phone screen and you create the sweater paw mask again.

“Is it cold there?” he giggles.


“You keep covering your face like it’s super cold.” he calls you out.

“Oh, um, yeah.” you say, somewhat unconvincingly.

“You look kinda sad, are you okay?”

“What? Yeah.” you say, pretending to scratch your nose to continue covering it.

“Show me your face.” he lightly smiles.


“I want to see you. You’re beautiful.” he smiles.


“Why do you have a problem showing your face to me?”

“I don’t it’s just… I just read this thing online about my nose and you’re just so perfect it’s like hard to compare…” you start ranting.

“Are you kidding me? Don’t let anyone like that get to your head. They’re just jealous and stupid. Listen to me, I love every single inch of you and so should you. You’re amazingly beautiful and if anything, I can’t be compared to you.”


“No, I won’t stop until you believe me. Tell me that you love how you look. You can’t naturally change anything about yourself and I would never want you to. I don’t want to have to remind you everyday that you’re beautiful because you should know. You should be able to wake up every morning and believe that you’re beautiful, but until then, I will remind you. And even after you start to believe it, I will keep reminding you because I can’t go a day without the thought of your beautiful face.”

“Luke I love you.”

“I love you too, but…”

“Luke, it will take time for someone to love themselves and even if so, no one could possibly love every single thing about themselves. Please understand that.”

“I completely understand that, trust me.”

“You’re beautiful too, Luke.”

“Thank you.” he smiles.


“Babe can you help me with this zipper?” you say, slightly opening the door to the dressing room. He stands up and starts zipping it up, but it doesn’t zip up completely. You sigh as you check yourself out in the mirror. You close the door and take the dress off. You try on three more without showing Ashton, hating the way your stomach seems to hang out in everything. Nothing that you’ve found flatters your figure at all and you start to wonder if it’s your stomach that’s the problem, not the clothes. You put on your original clothes and open the door, carrying all the dresses. You hang them up on the rack and run your hand through your hair.

“Did none of them fit?” he asks, innocently.

“Nope.” you say, blatantly, trying not to show your true emotions.

“Okay, we can try some other sizes or dresses.”

“No it’s fine, I can just wear something I already have.”

“Are you sure? I want to get you something new for this. It’s my first professional date with you and I want it to be special.”

“No, Ash, it’s really fine.” your voice cracks.

“Are you okay, your eyes are getting glossy?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Look me in the eyes. Tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m not going to do that.” you shake your head.

“So you’re not?”

“What do you expect Ashton? Everything I wear shows that I obviously don’t have a six pack or flat stomach. I look fat in everything. It’s not the clothes, it’s me.”

“You’re…” he stutters.

“See, I am.” you shrug and try to walk back out of the dressing rooms.

“No babe,” he says, grabbing your wrist, “look at me. You are beautiful. I love the fact that you have curves. It makes me so happy. I want you to know that you’re not fat. You might not be a stick, but that’s perfectly fine with me. In fact, I love it. You make me happy and I hate it when you’re not happy. I need you to know that I love every part of you.”

You sigh and roll your eyes. 

“Look at me,” he says, putting his hand under your chin and making you look directly into his hazel eyes. “You are amazing and perfect and I wouldn’t want you any different than you are right now. I know you try to compare yourself with the models on magazines, but that’s not what I want. I want you and only you.”