Nobunaga is proud of her, proud of himself, proud of the tiny little foetus they made together, SO PROUD HE CAN’T CONTAIN IT. He gathers the retainers and makes them party until dawn. Katsuie is in tears because he’s so happy (and incredibly drunk). Nobu sneaks out early with her because she needs to rest and he is going to make sure she gets ALL the rest.
Mitsuhide is stunned but so excited. His dream of having ten children is finally getting underway! He kisses her tummy and her lips and her forehead and her nose and her cheeks, he can’t stop, he just wants to shower her with love and affection. He’s so thankful that she’s in his life and in love with him and bearing his baby.
Yukimura is terrified. Women die in childbirth, what if that happens to her!? He tries to put on a strong face but he is so freaked out. He wants her on bed rest immediately, wants to carry her if she looks even the tiniest bit tired (actually, even if she doesn’t), goes to the medicinal shop in town and asks the herbalist for advice on how to take care of pregnant women. He is going to do his absolute best to make sure that nothing bad happens to her or their baby.
Saizo is… conflicted. But he sees how worried she is about how he’s going to react, and he just can’t have that. He puts an arm around her shoulder and kisses her hair and tells her you’re going to have to start making dango in bigger portions because he’s not going to share, not even with his own child.
Masamune is happy, but a little apprehensive. His relationship with his family is complicated, to say the least, and he’s a teeny bit worried about whether he can be a good father. Low-key hoping for a girl so that things won’t get worse with Yoshihime and Kojirou. Kisses her cheek and pulls her in close, rests his hand on her stomach, starts daydreaming about their future and tells her about it.
Kojuro is very pleased and satisfied. He’s always liked children and he feels like he practically raised Masamune and Shigezane, so he’s 100% ready for his own kids. Things might not always go smoothly, but they’ll be together and they’ll face their troubles together. He is so ready. They cuddle (he’s totally not tearing up at all), he can’t stop stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head. They start making plans for their new nursery.
Hideyoshi is ultra hyped! Puts a hand on her cheek and they just smile at each other for a moment before kissing. And then he wants to go and tell everybody the good news. They walk around the castle hand in hand and he’s grinning and everybody’s congratulating them and it’s perfect.
Inuchiyo is speechless. Like… really? Are you sure? It takes a couple of moments to sink in, but when it does, the smile on his face is the biggest ever. He grabs her, lifts her, and hugs her really hard before nearly dropping her because DID HE JUST SQUISH THE BUN IN THE OVEN? No, Inuchiyo. No. He wants to go and shout it from the rooftops, he’s so overjoyed that they’re starting this new stage of their lives together.
Ieyasu stares at her, eyes wide. Well… I guess even someone like you can catch me by surprise sometimes. She laughs and launches herself at him, he catches her and she wraps her arms around him. He’s a little worried that he won’t know how to be a good father, but he can’t brood about it when she’s smiling at him like that, her face mere inches from his own. He silently vows to give his child a life far better than his.
Mitsunari walks out. When she gets to the door and looks up and down the corridor, he’s nowhere to be seen. She fumes and frets and has driven herself into a frenzy when he finally reappears an hour later. These are books about pregnancy, childbirth, and parenting. We are going to read every one of them cover to cover. She grabs the nearest one and throws it at his head.
Shingen grins in satisfaction because that’s what he’s been gunning for all along. He pulls her close and kisses her, like hell yeah that’s my woman, always giving me exactly what I need. The Takeda clan celebrates late into the night. Kansuke brews a herbal tonic for her and pointedly says that he hopes she will be a better patient than her husband. Shingen roars with laughter.
Kenshin is really excited and immediately starts planning for the baby. The furniture, the clothes, the toys, babies need so many things! And he is going to find the most perfect things. Many, many perfect things. They hug, but before he can suggest they go out shopping, she says that they should tell everyone the good news! Especially Kanetsugu, he’ll be so happy for them!
For whatever reason The New York Post has a problem with Beyoncé and her fans being happy about her pregnancy. They posted two articles in two days, that did nothing but show how much hate lies in their hearts. How can you even tear a women apart for being happy and confident while pregnant. You don’t have to like Beyoncé or her music to know that this is gross and unnecessary. Having a baby is miracle for all women, but to attack a woman who has previously suffered a miscarriage for being happy and healthy, while carrying twins at 35 lets me know you are truly sick. Beyoncé and all women deserve to be happy about becoming a mother and they all deserve to feel like goddesses! GO FUCK YOURSELF IF YOU DON’T THINK SO!
a/n: Hope you don’t mind modern Kylo, I really can’t imagine canon Kylo having a kid without pure soul crushing angst and I’m just not in the mood for that
“Kylo, do you ever think about our future together?” You asked one evening. You were relaxing on the couch, with Kylo’s head resting in your lap, just trying to relax after a long day of work. His eyes fluttered open and looked up at you, calculating his response. He opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, but quickly closes it, instead choosing to say yes silently. He was exhausted right now and he didn’t want to say the wrong thing.
You sigh; this was one of the things about Kylo that irked you sometimes. He would just go quiet, and though you could read him pretty well at point, you couldn’t help but want to hear what he had to say. His opinion was important to you. Besides, you had a reason for asking this. “That’s not what I meant…I mean stuff like children, where you see us in five years kind of thing. Because I think we both know we’re not breaking up after this long together.”
Congratulations to Queen Bey and Jay Z! The couple will welcome twins in September and we’re guessing the pregnancy cravings are likely in full force. People Magazine reported Spaghetti with Fresh Tomato Sauce & Basil is Beyoncé’s favorite pasta dish—so, enjoy in honor of Bey tonight.
I know you wanted sweet or funny. But alas you get angst. I hope you like it sweetie!
“Please, don’t freak out.” You begged.
“Don’t freak out?
How the hell am I not supposed to freak out? The only woman that I’ve ever
truly loved just told me she sold her soul almost ten years ago and I’m not
supposed to freak out?”
“D, please. I’ve
made my peace with it. I know I should have told you sooner but please. I only
have two months left.” You stared down at him still on bended knee with a ring
in his palm.
“Fuck!” he jumped up
and started pacing. “There’s got to be some way to fix this. Crowley is on
somewhat good terms with us. I can talk to him.” He was pacing and talking out
loud. The whole time he paced tears were cascading down your face. You had
wanted to tell Dean sooner but you knew this would happen. He would want to fix
it but you wouldn’t let him.
You had made the
deal and you would take the consequences. “Dean please, just let me explain.”
He turned and
finally looked at you. “I’m going to fix this, don’t worry.”
“I don’t want you to
fix it.” You responded quietly.
“No, Dean. I just
want to spend these last few months I have with you. Happy. Married?” He moved
closer at that.
“You still want to
get married, right?” you asked hesitantly.
“I would marry you
right now if I could.” You broke at his words and moved into his open arms.
“Even if you only
have me for a short time?” you looked up into his pure green eyes and only saw
“Even if it was just
one day.” He whispered.
“I now pronounce you
Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride.” Dean’s lips connected with yours in
a searing kiss witnessed by only four people. Sam gave a loud whoop of joy and
Castiel respectfully applauded.
You broke apart after a quiet cough came from
behind you. The two of you just grinned at each other. You didn’t think you
could love this man any more than you already did.
You had sold your
soul for your career. A high paid lawyer in the best firm in the country. It
had all been yours until you had met Dean in a random café as you drove through
Kansas on a business trip. At first it had just been a hook up. That was until
you found Dean a bleeding mess outside your hotel room. After he brought you to
the realization of all the crazy in this world, you joined him in his endeavors
and never looked back. Leaving your career and the money you drove off without
looking back. That was seven years ago.
You had no idea Dean
was meant to be so vital to you. Or that Sam would come to be the best brother
you could have asked for. You understood their relationship and their lives.
You were there when a hunt went wrong, or when it went right, or when they had
no idea what they were dealing with. They were your family. Something you never
had. You realized you didn’t want to give this up as you signed the marriage
license, scrawling your name right next to Dean’s. It was too late for that
now. You had made your choice. You had your ten years and damn, they were the
best you could have asked for.
“Just a few more
hours.” You said as Dean curled up next to you.
“I know.” He said
solemnly as he stared straight ahead. He had given up trying to find a way to
get you out of your deal. Your fights had escalated so many times. Once, Sam
had to pull Dean out of the room with tears in his eyes as he pleaded with you.
You cried yourself to sleep alone that night but woke to warm arms wrapped
around you and apologies whispered in your ear.
“Dean.” You said
“Yeah?” he finally
looked at you.
“Thank you, for all
of this.” You smiled through your tears. “For every second of joy you gave me.
For every moment of happiness. For every fight. For every…”
“Stop that.” He wiped
away your tears. “Let me just enjoy you. Okay?” His voice caught at the end and
you knew he was holding back his own tears. “Let me just enjoy my wife.”
The minutes ticked
by as you began to hear howls from outside the bunker. “I should just go
“I’ll go too.” Dean went
“No!” you pushed him
back to the bed. “You shouldn’t see this.”
“(Y/n), I’m not
leaving you alone.”
“Yes, you are. I
know what’s coming.” You kissed his cheek gently. “I love you so much Dean.” You
held your lips there for a moment before slowly turning and walking towards the
bunker’s entrance. You didn’t receive a response but knew he wouldn’t be able to
speak right now. You made your way outside and the howls of the hell hounds
grew louder. A shiver racked your body as you met the cold February air.
“Hello, my dear.”
You jumped at the voice.
“Crowley.” You faced
the man who held your fate.
“Well, looks like
you’re all ready to join my ranks.” He grinned wickedly before becoming stoic
“I’ll take the deal
I made. Just make sure my husband doesn’t see.”
“I can do you one
better, Love. I’ll congratulate you both.”
“What? What are you
on about?” you glared at the demon for prolonging the inevitable.
“You’re with child
my dear. I don’t take innocent souls.” He grimaced at the thought.
“Wait, I’m pregnant?
Really?” You covered your mouth as a sob broke through the air.
“As knocked up as
you can be with a Winchester’s spawn.”
“What does that mean
for the deal?” You knew there was a downside.
“As soon as your
child is born, I’ll come to finish the collection. That’s the best I can give
you. A loophole per say.” With a snap, he was gone. You stood there confused,
angry, and excited. Then it dawned.
Think you can write something about a pregnant reader and a mad/surprised/scared Derek Hale? If this doesn’t inspire you and you can’t write it it’s okay thou, I myself didn’t have much inspiration atm but at least I tried 💪
A/N: Thank you for the request darling, and at least it got me to write something? I went for the more surprised/scared Derek than mad^^ so ENJOY!
*gif not mine*
For some, pregnancy was something to celebrate, for other’s a nightmare.
You didn’t know which of them this would turn into.
You and Derek had never talked about having children, and you had never even seen him interact with them either.
But here you were, outside of the door to the loft, having not trusted the pregnancy test you bought at the store, you had turned to your doctor, who told you the exact same thing as the test did; you were pregnant.
You could hear Derek inside, so taking a deep breath you plastered on a smile and opened the door.
«Hey, you’re back.» Derek came towards you as you walked in, giving you a quick kiss, but stopped short as he pulled away.
«You’re nervous.» He stated, holding you at an arms length.
«You got me.» You nervously chuckled. «There’s something we need to talk about.»
«Sure.» Derek folded his arms across his chest,
«Ehm… I’m-« You took a deep breath, trying to shake the nerves, letting it out slow before just bursting out with it.
Derek stood there dumbfounded, like a huge question mark, until he seemed to understand what you had just said to him and his face converted into one of shock and surprise.
«You’re pregnant.» He stated flatly.
You just nodded, watching his reaction carefully.
«Pregnant.» He repeated, his arms fell to his sides.
«That’s the word.» You nervously smiled.
«I’m going to be a father?» Derek’s eyes met yours, and you could see the fear shining out of them.
«Yes, you’re going to be a father.» You took his hand gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
«And you’re sure?» You could see he was on the verge of panicking.
Derek’s eyes shifted around the room, his breathing speeding up a bit. He let go of your hand, proceeding to run it through his hair.
«I can’t be a father.»
Quickly before he could begin pacing the loft you grabbed a hold of his arm, forcing him to face you.
«Derek.» Your gazes locked. «Relax. Nobody knows how to be a father, everyone just does their best and I’m certain you will too. So just relax, it’s all going to be okay.» You assured him, seeing him visibly relax in front of you.
«You sure?» He searched your eyes of any sign of doubt.
He let out a huge breath, drawing you close to him.
«You’re pregnant. We’re going to be parents.» This time, his words were laced with a little bit more confidence and a lot more happiness.
Because if the twins are theirs they had to be what 5?
Asuka is probably in her late teens and Romeo is probably early twenties and here their still kids
Plus why would Wendy blush so much if levy was jus the pregnant
Also they escape to probably try and start for a child
I think they left to start making them babies
What do you guys think?
*update ok someone pointed out that it fits either way with asuka and Romeos age and the twins so it’s either they left the party to start trying for kids or to celebrate a pregnancy I only say the 1st is because of that blush Wendy got is similar to this one
Since fairy tail isn’t really a romance manga is probably why they are so vague with whose with who etc since it’s a manga about friendship but I wish we had more details
Laxus is hinted to be linked to one of these three or maybe not
Nothing much on if aquarius key was found but maybe they might find it on this journey
I guess this ending is made to be full of possibilities
Sleeping was something that had been hard to come by recently. Usually a stomach sleeper, I was contemplating carving out part of the mattress to allow room for my baby bump to fit in so that I could sleep properly. Not only that, but the baby seemed to be nocturnal, always kicking and hiccuping just as I was about to drift off. Pretty often I’d still be up by the time Eddie was dozing peacefully beside me in bed, and so I’d turn on the T.V in our bedroom, sneaking glances at Eddie and how the lights and colours of the T.V created shadows across his freckled face.
A/N: I’m not very good at pranks, I think that will be very obvious when you read this. This is a request from @castellandiangelo, I did end up writing your request. (I’m sorry if it’s bad, I’m not good at pranks!) I’ll make up for this sleep deprived piece, there’s an idea that’s been brewing for a while now. X
1st of April had finally arrived; it was the day you’d been waiting for since you came up with what you thought was the best, and most cruel prank ever. The prank was designed for your husband, Chris, and you’d joined forces with his mom and his brother to pull it off; they’d flown in from Boston just to help you. You still hadn’t decided if it was one of those ‘we-can-laugh-about-it-in-the-future’ pranks or a 'I’m-going-to-fucking-divorce-your-ass’ pranks, but seeing as Lisa and Scott were on board- you saw it as the former. You’d been with Chris for years and years now, so you knew him well. You knew he had a great sense of humor and a great love for your playful side, which made you ninety-nine percent sure he’d appreciate your prank; the sweet note at the end especially. But just to be safe and not to seem too smug, you lowered the probability percentage down to ninety-five.
The prank you’d been planning for over a month now involved Scott 'crashing’ Chris’ brand new Audi while taking you to lunch; Lisa calling from the emergency room; and Chris rushing down only to find you safe and sound with a dozen pink balloons and a sonogram. You’d found out you were pregnant a little while ago and wanted to find the right time to tell your husband, so why not April Fools? It was crazy and a little bit over the top, but then again- that was you. To be fair though, Chris had pulled some pretty horrendous pranks over the years. You could say you were only doing it as a way to get back at him for the time he visited you on your set and put a cockroach on you while you were filming a scene with Meryl Streep- an actress you so thoroughly admired- but hey, you weren’t the vindictive type.
“Do you think your son will divorce me after he finds out this is all just a prank?”
“No,” Lisa chuckled with a shake of her head. “He loves you way too much, and he’s going to be so happy about the baby news that- he’s not going to care about anything else.” You nodded in agreement after slight hesitation. “It’s April Fools and he’s a big boy, he can handle it.”
“I hope so,” you chuckled as you gathered the bundle of pink helium balloons. Lisa chuckled too as she grabbed her purse and headed towards your front door where loud knocking could be heard. “Could you get that, please? I bet it’s Scott, I hope he knows he’s not actually going to drive Chris’-”
“It’s not Scott,” Lisa cut you off as you walked around the corner; your eyes narrowed at the two police officers standing in your doorway with solemn expressions on their faces. “How can I help you gentlemen?” Lisa asked them. “Is there a particular person you’re looking for?”
“We’re here to speak with Y/N Y/L/N,” the taller male answered and you didn’t know to snicker or be genuinely concerned. For all you knew, they were part of Chris’ plan to prank you before you could him. “We have reason to believe that one of the victims involved in the accident on route six is your brother, Oliver Y/L/N.”
“That’s impossible,” you chuckled with narrowed eyes. “My brother’s out of town until the end of the month, he couldn’t possibly be in a car accident. Are you absolutely sure that he’s involved? Is there a possibility that you’re mistaken?”
“We are unable to identify the body, but his motorbike was placed at the crash site,” the shorter male informed you and your heart dropped when you remembered Chris had taken the bike- your brother had left at your place for safe keeping- this morning. “Do you know anyone with access to your brother’s bike? We could really use-”
“My husband,” you cut him off and you heard Lisa gasp. “My husband took my brother’s bike out this morning. Oh my God,” you breathed and felt the bundle of balloons escape your grip; they flew to touch the ceiling. “No no no,” you shook your head. “That’s impossible, Chris wouldn’t- he’s too careful on the- No,” another head shake. “It can’t be him, my husband is not dead!” You felt the tears spill out of your eyes.
“We’re very sorry to ask you to do so, but we’re going to need you to come with us to help identify the body.” The taller male told you and you quickly nodded, grabbing your purse by the door. You glanced over your shoulder at Lisa as you followed the police officers out; she was lost in her thoughts. “After you, Miss Y/L/N.” He held his car door open for you.
“Just give me a moment,” you told him and he nodded. “Lisa,” you walked over to her and took her shaky hands in yours. “We don’t know if it’s him,” your voice broke as you tried to reassure her. “Maybe he let someone else use Oliver’s bike after getting to the studio, or maybe the bike got stolen- I don’t- um- I don’t know,” you tried not to start crying when you remembered you were pregnant and your daughter might not have a father. “But we mustn’t lose hope yet because…” You trailed off, unable to find the right words.
“I can’t go down, Y/N,” she shook her head and you nodded understandingly. “I’m sorry,” she hugged you and you hugged her back, taking slow breaths to stop yourself from breaking down. “But you’re right, we don’t know yet.” She said as she pulled away; you nodded in response. “Call me as soon as you find out, okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded.
You left her at your house then got into the police car and let them take you to the crash site. You may not have been a religious person, but it didn’t stop you from praying. You couldn’t lose Chris, especially now that you were pregnant. You didn’t know what to do with a child, you had a child because of him- because you loved him. How were you meant to raise that child alone? How were you meant to look at your daughter and tell her her dad was the most amazing man you’d ever met and never let her meet him? How were you going to survive the rest of your life without the love of your life? Your hand rested on your stomach and you broke down crying, silently begging whatever greater being for your husband to be alive.
• • • • • • • •
The car pulled to a stop in front of a park; the same one where you and Chris worked together on screen for the first time, not that you were in the right mindset to notice. Your entire world had been rocked thanks to your husband and his insane plan to turn the tables on you, except his plans weren’t as easy to find out about as he’d confided in professional actors rather than family members. Of course he’d confided in Lisa and Scott- the two who accidentally let both your pregnancy and prank plans slip, but somehow managed to keep his to themselves- and they both told him it was a bad idea and that you were going to be pissed when you found out it was all just a prank. But did Chris listen? No, because clearly it wasn’t a bad enough idea if his mother and brother didn’t stop him from doing it. Plus- Chris knew you, you’d appreciate a good prank; he was ninety-five percent sure about it. If you didn’t- well, he had a spontaneous trip to Paris to make up for his insanity.
“Wait,” your eyes narrowed as the policemen got out of the car. One opened the car door for you and beckoned you out. “I don’t understand, I thought the accident was on route six.” He didn’t say anything, he just gestured for you to follow him. “I just want to know if my husband’s okay,” you told them and they both nodded.
Chris spotted you and the 'police officers’ approaching and he sat on your brother’s motorbike, laughing. It was pretty sick joke, yes, but he was so excited to celebrate the pregnancy with you that- he didn’t care. He knew when you saw him that you’d understand that it was just an April Fools joke and laugh because he’d turn the tables on you instead.
“Where are you tak-” You stopped yourself when you saw Chris, perfectly fine and in one piece. He waved at you with a cheeky smile; you were so relieved that you couldn’t think about anything else- like how it was just a stupid prank. “Thank God,” you breathed and ran towards him as he got off the bike. “Oh my God,” you threw your arms around his neck and he hugged you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I thought you were dead,” you started crying out of absolute relief.
“Yeah, I’m not that easy to kill,” he chuckled. “April Fools, baby.” He said and you pushed him away, frowning. “What?” He laughed, grabbing his left breast. “I just elaborated on your plans a little bit. We’re in the film industry, I thought you’d appreciate the dramatics.”
“A little bit?!” You slapped his arm and he pressed his lips together, suppressing his urge to laugh. “They told me you were dead, Chris. Mine was just emergency room, yours was death! Death, Chris, death.” You emphasized and he nodded, chuckling as he pulled you into his arms for another tight hug. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You chuckled wearily as you hugged him back; you were too happy that he was okay to be mad about the severity of his actions. “No more April Fools for us,” you said, pressing your head against his chest. “We clearly don’t know how to prank each other, it’s getting a little much.”
“Okay,” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry, baby. I know it’s been a stressful day, my mom and Scott both said it was a bad idea.” You scoffed and chuckled at the same time; no wonder Lisa didn’t come down. “But hey,” he pulled the plane tickets out of his back pocket as he pulled away from you. “We can relax in Paris.”
“I was about to ask you how you were going to make up for this,” you smiled as you took the tickets from him; he chuckled in response. “Do you want to know how I’m going to make up for the prank that didn’t happen?” You quizzed, reaching into your own back pocket for the sonogram.
“I think I already know,” he smiled and placed his hand on your stomach. “They might have let the baby news slip too when they let your prank plans slip.” You chuckled and pulled the sonogram from your pocket, passing it to him. “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents to a baby girl,” he smiled at the sonogram then at you when you placed a hand over his.
“I know, right?” You laughed. “We are so immature and we’re about to be parents,” you said and he joined you in laughter. “Ground rules before the baby comes, no more pranks like these. No more dead or emergency room pranks because- it’s ridiculous and it’s irresponsible.” He nodded in agreement, chuckling. “I am so glad it was just a prank,” you told him and hugged him again. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he hugged you tightly as he whispered into your hair. “Not for a very, very long time.” You smiled and looked up at him. “I love you,” he smiled and dipped his head to meet your lips.
“And you’re lucky I still love you after that,” you bit playfully.