pregnant for sure

anonymous asked:

I've just rewatched 13x17 and I noted, during the surgery scene, Stephanie telling Amy "6 weeks" in a strange way, as if she knew something we don't. Maybe she was referring to a possible pregnancy? Or maybe I'm just overthinking! 😅🙈

Amelia is so pregnant! But I am not sure Steph knows lol

The Greatest Gift

A/N: Thanks to the anon that sent in this suggestion!

Two weeks before her one year wedding anniversary to Barry, Iris started to feel a little…funny. Not funny in a bad way, per say, just different.

She didn’t pay much attention to that feeling, however, because she was focused on the perfect gift for her husband. The sad truth was for as long as she’s known Barry Allen he’s been one-upping her in the gift department. Their very first Christmas together, when he came to live with them after his mother died, she saved her allowance for weeks to get him a chemistry set. Turns out his great Aunt Lucy (who he didn’t even know, by the way) had the same idea and sent him the exact same set. Since Barry had already decided that Iris’s gift was the most important and therefore he was going to save hers for last that meant she had to watch in horror as he unwrapped a replica of the chemistry set she had excitedly clutched to her chest. She couldn’t stop the tears that instantly sprang to her eyes as her face fell especially when she saw his face light up with happiness. Selfishly, she wanted to be the person that put that smile on his face so she, for a moment, felt an irrational hate towards this great Aunt Lucy that came out of nowhere to ruin her Christmas.  To his credit though Barry’s face still lit brighter than the Christmas tree he was sitting by when he was able to pry the gift from Iris. From the way he acted you’d think he was unveiling the Hope Diamond instead of a chemistry set he just unwrapped about two minutes ago.

In comparison, he brought her a bracelet that had a heart with best friend etched in it (he had a round key chain to match) the latest Lemony Snicket novel (he knew how much she loved the cleverness of the series) and Build-a-Bear Angel Bear. Iris squealed happily when she saw her gifts but her mood instantly sobered when she saw the matching chemistry sets flanking Barry.

“I’ll get you something else,” she had promised but Barry wouldn’t hear of it. In fact he told her that his chemistry set was the best gift ever and he was happy he was lucky enough to have two.

So that set the tone of their gift-giving from then on.

No matter what she got for Barry he always got something better. Literally always. It was always something more expensive or more meaningful.  When she splurged and bought him a pair of very practical rain boots he needed, he bought her a super expensive leather jacket that she had been eyeing but would never dream about asking her Dad for. Their senior year in high school she saved her money all YEAR long to send him to his favorite Science camp as a graduation gift and he in turn saved money all year long to help her father send her to Paris for a week. The year she got him a SUPER expensive microscope that she knew he desperately wanted, he had a replica of her mother’s wedding band made for her. When she got him a new (state of the art, mind you) designer wallet that cost almost her entire pay check, he got them a beautiful apartment.

For almost 20 years Iris has been fighting this losing battle. But not this year. Not anymore.

So, with that goal in mind, she had been planning and planning and planning some more to make sure she got Barry the perfect one year anniversary present. So perfect in fact, that it wouldn’t matter what he got her or how much he spent he wouldn’t beat her.

Not that it was a competition, of course.

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anonymous asked:

Angst is my daily bread! So, what if the older chocobros meet their s/o after the decade of darkness,and they are in an arranged marriage but they still love them? This results in an affair, but after some time the husband calmly confront the guys, saying s/o is pregnant and he surely isn't the father, but he will recognize it as his own, he has no intention to let them in the kid's life. " It may not be my blood, but it will be mine, my child, my heir. I will love him but i don't want you close

Hey Anon- finally here to provide you with the angst fest you desire! I don’t know why, but these detailed requests are making me turn these should-be-scenarios into a series of short reader insert drabbles! Hopefully there’s some novelty between each scenario- I felt like I repeated myself a little LMAO! Anyways- get ready for the feels AND TRIGGER WARNING: minor mentions of abuse! :O Oh and… no happy endings here :/ Once again, Noct’s is the shortest and Iggy’s is the longest… maybe I should change the order in which I write these so that Noct goes last… HMMMMM!

Noctis: You stand before your lover and your husband, grasping at the edge of your t-shirt and pulling it over the barely noticeable bump beginning to form in your abdominal region. Your husband shoots you an impassive look and turns his gaze directly into Noctis’ midnight blue eyes. Your husband does not falter as he takes a single step towards the prince- no, king- of Lucis.

“I would have thought you were brought up to be morally sound- but it seems my assumptions were incorrect,” you wince at the biting tone your husband has chosen to adopt in front of Noctis. You notice Noctis clenching his fists at his sides, but his gaze is cool and unwavering on your husband. You pull your shirt down lower, immense guilt clouding your conscience.

“Like you’re any better- forcing y/n into a marriage she doesn’t want.” Noctis replies back coolly. Your husband turns his head slightly to regard you with a curious gaze before shrugging and locking eyes with your king, your lover, once more.

“And where were you to object when our union was had?” your husband drawls. Noctis opens his mouth, but he cannot come up with any answers for the simple question that had just been directed at him. You shake your head and place your hand on your husband’s bicep to interject, only to be shrugged off.

You hate the fact that Noctis doesn’t bat an eyelid at the rough treatment your husband is giving you. You hate the fact that your husband’s question hits you somewhere deep inside- and you want to know the answer too. Where had Noctis been when you needed him most? He had disappeared without a word, and suddenly, he was back. He brought the light back, and came back to Hammerhead HQ all bloodied up, looking a right mess. But the way he looked at you, with so much tenderness in his eyes as you did your best to patch him up, you couldn’t deny him any request.

He said he wanted to get to know you all over again.

You let him.

And then all societal notions of propriety were thrown right out the window- leading you to this inevitable confrontation in Noctis’ throne room with your husband.

Your splay your hand over your swelling abdomen and you want so desperately to be Noctis’. You want this baby to be with their father. You want to have a family with the man you’ve loved unconditionally throughout the years, despite his absence.

“I want you to forget y/n. Though this baby is not mine in blood, it will be mine in relation. King or not, saviour or not- you have touched what is not yours to touch,” your husband’s voice is laced with diplomacy, but you can hear his aggressive undertones. You find yourself shaking your head.

“No…” you gasp out, and Noctis immediately regards you with sorrow-filled eyes. You don’t like that look.

“He’s right,” your king’s voice pierces through your chest and straight into your heart. You shoot him a hurt look and step forward imploringly. Noctis stops you with a silently raised hand before you can touch him. “He was there for you when I couldn’t be, and he took care of you. When I came back, after all those years, I wasn’t thinking straight. He’s right- you’re not mine to have-”

“I’m not a thing! I am a human being- don’t I get a say in any of this? I want you Noctis, not him!” you cry out loudly. “I want you to be the father of my child- both in blood and name!”

Noctis turns his head towards your husband, who is now glaring daggers at you. You hear your lover sigh, and then completely break at the last words he has to offer you before he turns his back and dismisses you and your husband.

“What you want… it can’t be done. I’m sorry- but this is how it has to be. Good bye, y/n.”

Prompto: “You’ve been fucking my wife.” It’s not a question- it’s a statement. Your gaze flitters between your husband and the love of your life- Prompto Argentum. You are of noble blood, and despite your protests, you had been married off to a nobleman your age shortly after the darkness had consumed all of Eos.

During that time, Prompto had been absent from your life. He opted to take hunts and volunteer for search and rescue missions in order to become a better warrior for when Noctis finally showed his face again. You still feel bitter about this whole thing, and can’t help but blame Noctis’ disappearance for Prompto’s lacking attention.

“Buddy… I don’t know what you’re-” you hear Prompto start to reply to your husband’s crass accusation, only to be silenced by the taller man. Your husband grabs your wrist and pulls you forward so that you are standing between the two men. You lock eyes with Prompto and bite your lip out of nervousness. He didn’t know yet…

He didn’t know you were carrying his baby.

Shortly after Noctis had brought back the Light, Prompto had asked you out on a ‘friendly’ date. The whole ordeal had felt so familiar to you, and brought back so many fond memories, that you couldn’t help but get lost in Prompto’s arms that evening. Your husband had been away at a political meet and greet at Noctis’ make-shift council in Lestallum, which left you and Prompto free to re-acquaint yourselves with one another- just like when you were young- inside a free rental caravan.

“I’m not your buddy. And don’t play dumb- she’s pregnant and I sure as hell know I wasn’t the one to put a bun in her filthy oven,” you recoil at how angry you husband sounds. He’s always been this way- controlling, demeaning and an absolute ass hole. But your parents didn’t see that- all they saw was a budding politician who would eventually rise to fame and hold power in society.

They made you their link to that potential power- you absolutely loathed it.

Prompto casts you a confused glance, and your hand immediately settles over your still-flat stomach. You’re not showing yet, but your morning sickness for the past week tipped your husband off. You’d been hit when he initially found out and realised that he couldn’t possibly be the father, but you barely felt the blow.

You were elated. This was the open door that you needed to get out of your marriage. If only Prompto could see that and take the bait…

“Fine,” Prompto relents, his shoulders drooping. His voice sounds haggard as he regards your husband with his clear blue eyes. You can’t help but lock your own gaze onto his freckled cheeks. You adore his freckles- no… you adore the entirety of Prompto Argentum. “But she comes to me because you don’t give her the love she deserves.”

“And because I love him,” you add in, smiling softly in Prompto’s direction. He returns the smile, and reaches out to grab your hand in a supportive gesture. You take his hand, in front of your husband, and then look defiantly into his eyes. Your husband scoffs and you suddenly find yourself being wrenched forward and painfully pushed into his chest.

“You two think you’re in some kind of flashy romance novel where you can get your way?” your husband growls, sending unpleasant shivers down your spine. Prompto steps forward in protest, but stops immediately when he hears your pained whine from how tightly your husband is squeezing you. “That’s not how this is going to work. No… Prompto, this kid’s going to be mine. And this woman in my arms- also mine. And you… filthy Niff… you’ll be left with nothing. Just you watch.” You can’t help but shriek as your arm is almost yanked out of its socket from the harsh tug your husband subjects your arm to.

You yell out for Prompto, and turn your head to implore him to come after you- to save you…

But when you see him standing stock still in the distance, a small sad smile on his face and tears running down from his clear blue eyes, you know you’re beyond saving.

The light may have been back, but you lost sight of your sunshine forever.

Gladio: You’re hanging up your laundry on a nice sunny day when Iris bolts into your home, unannounced, with a panicked look on her pretty face. “Y/n! It’s Gladdy and your husband! They’re out in front of the bar fighting! I tried to stop them but, they just shoved me away and started punching each other!” Iris’ panicked tone breaks into a light sob as she tries her best to regain her breath from running so hard.

Almost immediately, you drop your laundry basket, and grab Iris’ wrist as you make your way towards the bar you and Gladio used to frequent back when things were… much simpler without your wedding band weighing heavy on your ring finger. Ten years ago, before the darkness set in, you were set to be married to the man who was currently your husband. He was kind, sweet, and very attentive to your needs and wants. He was pretty much what you would have deemed perfect- but then you met Gladiolus Amicitia and before you knew it, he had wormed his way into your heart.

Sure, your husband was a complete sweetheart, but Gladio was your saviour. He brought colour to your world. He made you FEEL things you could never hope to feel with your husband. Sometimes you were ashamed of yourself for letting your heart get so carried away in the game of push-and-pull you and Gladio had started to play so long ago. But still, you continue to enjoy the thrill of the stolen moments shared between yourself and Gladio. The moments of passion in hidden corners, away from prying eyes and ears… you were- no, you are in love with Gladiolus Amicitia.

But you’re married. And you have a feeling that the sudden news of your pregnancy that you’d sprung on your husband two days ago might have something to do with the brawl between the two men in your life.

You and Iris are soon bearing witness to the brawl in person, and you can’t help but step forward and call out to Gladiolus. He turns to you, his lip bloodied and his fist covered in blood that was not his. Your eyes trail from Gladiolus’ stiff form to the slumped form of your husband, and you can’t help but gasp at the terrible sight. Blood is gushing from your husband’s nose, but he’s smirking at you with a knowing glint in his eyes.

You’ve never seen your husband look so… cold before.

“I’ll say it again, Amicitia: that baby is mine. Forget about y/n. Forget about being with her. You can punch the shit out of me right now, but at the end of the day- she’s married to me. She’s my wife.” Iris gasps beside you and you can’t bring yourself to look at her. Instead, you take another step towards Gladio and your husband, and place your hand gently upon Gladio’s bloodied fist.

This needed to stop. You knew it well enough. You were just reluctant to let go of the very little excitement you had in your boring life. You glance into Gladio’s softening amber eyes and you notice the sadness seep into them as he registers the look of resignation in your own orbs.

“Let him go, Gladio. He doesn’t deserve this. You know this very well.” Gladio withdraws his fist from your gasp quickly, as if you’ve shocked him with a strong thunder spell. He offers you a simple sad smile before raising his hands in surrender. You hear Iris’ empathetic whimper for her brother’s heartbreak from behind you.

“Alright. Whatever you want. Your wish is my command.” You have to stop yourself from shedding tears as you turn to tend to your injured husband.

You keep trying to tell yourself you did the right thing, later that night, when your husband’s got his arms around your midriff in bed. You keep trying to tell yourself that you made a mistake with Gladio. A beautiful mistake, but a mistake none the less.

So then, why don’t the tears top falling? Why does your chest ache at the thought of Gladio’s sad, resigned smile?

Because… because you finally realise, in the still of the night with your husband’s arm draped around your slightly bulging abdomen, that you married the wrong man.

And that man was going to be Gladio’s child’s father.

Oh, life was terribly cruel.

Ignis: “Don’t you dare!” you snap at your husband, who merely shrugs your grip off his shoulder in the farmer’s market and proceeds to roughly pull Ignis around so that the royal advisor was now facing the two of you. The shock of being handled so roughly, and so unexpectedly at that, was clear upon Ignis’ face. Still, he quickly composed himself by means of clearing his throat before addressing his assailant.

“Yes? Was that y/n’s voice I heard?” Ignis asks, his aristocratic lilt clearly getting on your husband’s nerves. You try to grab your husband and pull him away, feeling many eyes on the three of you and the public debacle you were causing. You were fended off, rather gently this time, before your husband began to speak.

“You’d be familiar with her sweet voice, wouldn’t you Scientia?” you frown at your husband’s mocking tone. Ignis’ eyebrows rise slightly at the sound of your husband’s voice, but he quickly schools his features and places a hand on his hips.

“Quite. What is this about? Should we move this discussion to a more private location? I assume we’re drawing quite the crowd with our bickering.” Ignis states diplomatically, though you can see the way his shoulders tense ever so slightly, and the way his eyebrows pinch together in the centre of his forehead. Your husband nods his assent, and it’s up to you to vocally indicate his agreement.

“Yeah, I’ll lead you to the alley over there…” you trail off, grabbing Ignis’ forearm gently and pushing him in the correct direction. You hear your husband scoff behind you.

“Funny how’s he’s utterly useless at navigating the streets, but he’s so fucking adept at finding his way in the sheets.” You feel Ignis’ sinewy muscles in his forearm tense, but he remains silent. So you just squeeze his arm discreetly and continue leading him. Once the three of you achieve some semblance of privacy, your husband immediately shoves you away from your lover.

You let out a soft grunt at the impact, more out of shock than any sort of pain, and shoot him a glare. Ignis frowns at the sound.

“That is no way to treat a lady,” Ignis deadpans. His tone is flat and that is when you realise he’s not as calm as he seems on the outside. Your husband rolls his eyes, but obviously, Ignis can’t see that.

“Like you know any better- fucking a married woman!”

“It was entirely consensual, I assure you.” Ignis bit back, finally losing his patience. Your eyes water as you witness the argument unfold. You wrap your arms around your midriff, where the tiny person you and Ignis created as a result of your selfish nights of passion is developing. “I didn’t force y/n into anything she didn’t want.”

You nod your head in agreement before turning an insistent glare to your husband.

“Leave him alone! He doesn’t have to know- not like this!” you cry out, tugging on your husband’s arm. He frowns and shakes his head before turning to Ignis, blatantly ignoring your pleas.

“She’s pregnant. The DNA test revealed that the baby’s not mine. Y/n came clean about your affair this afternoon and, man, I was pissed off at first. But now… I just feel sorry for the kid.” Your mouth drops open in confusion at your husband’s words. What did he mean? Your gaze trails towards Ignis’ face, and you can see his confusion as clear as day on his handsome, scarred face.

“What are you on about?” you ask softly, your voice almost a whisper.

Your husband laughs derisively and gestures at Ignis’ sealed eye with a smirk.

“The kid’s father is an invalid. What’s Scientia gonna be able to do for the baby? He couldn’t even walk himself here!” Your heart hurts as you watch Ignis’ shoulders slump at the cruel truth behind your husband’s words. You open your mouth to defend Ignis, but Ignis starts to speak.

“What would you propose then?” Ignis asks, his accented voice strangely soft. You’ve never heard him sound so… hurt before. Your heart hurt even more for your lover.

Your husband shrugs and casts a sidelong glance at you before his lips break into a wry smile.

“Leave Lestallum. Never come back. Don’t ever seek y/n out again and forget that you have a child existing in this world. That baby is mine, you understand?” your husband steps forward and points a finger into Ignis’ chest. The impact isn’t hard, but it beats down his point. You gasp and shake your head, tears filling your eyes as you silently protest your husband’s conditions.

Ignis sighs, and to your horror, he nods curtly.

“Very well then. I shall take my leave. All the best to you both. I have cherished my time with you, y/n. But as fate has it, it seems our time together has come to an end.” Ignis smiles sadly, and you feel a few tears slip from your eyes. You shake your head again and whimper.

“Iggy… no! Please, I need you.” Ignis smirks at your words.

“You have the gall to say those words in front of your husband? You’ve always been a brave one. That’s why I fell in love with you.”

You let out a sob as Ignis pushes past you, before carefully making his way back out towards the markets. You stare on until Ignis’ figure has blended in with the rest of the crowd.

You feel a warm hand on your shoulder, and a pair of familiar yet unwanted lips pecking your cheek- clearly asking for silent forgiveness.

You lean into the touch feeling empty- what choice did you have now?

Now that your whole world seemed to have imploded and left you with nothing but a fond memory of colourful days…


I call it female en-porn-ment.


All Yours (Bucky x Pregnant!Reader)

Request: Hello love! Can you do a Bucky imagine where the reader is pregnant with his baby and he’s nervous and scared but once the baby comes he gets super protective over it or something alike to that?

Requested By: @callalilyiskewl 

Word Count: 902

Warnings: Pregnancy, bit of swearing.

A/N: Ahhhhh this is my first request! Thank you for requesting, @callalilyiskewl and thanks for the amazing request! Hope you liked it and requests for everything are still open!

Originally posted by enochianess

“Buck, are you okay?” You ask your husband. Usually, you wouldn’t drop your husband with news like this just out of the blue. But, alas, as he was about to go on a month-long mission, you figured that it was now or never to tell him the news: you were pregnant.

“Wha-? Oh yeah, sure. Just… are you sure?” He asks, looking up at you. You raised your eyebrow at him, wondering if he was joking.

“Of course I’m sure. I just wanted to tell you because you were going on that mission and-”

“Doll, it’s fine. It’s all good. I think. Just, what if I’m not a good father? What if I hurt the baby? Doll, I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you, let alone our child.” He chokes out, tears welling up in his eyes. Your heart nearly breaks at the sight of him.

Walking up to him, you wrap your arms around your husband who was sitting on the bed. You feel him bury his head in your chest, and you gently card your fingers through his hair. “James, you will be an amazing father. You will protect our baby no matter what, I know it. And I also know that the baby will love you no matter what,” You say, tilting his chin up to have his eyes meet yours. “Okay?”

“Okay,” he says with a small smile on his lips. You return the smile, and lean down to gently kiss him on the lips. You feel him sigh into the kiss, just as you feel his flesh hand press against your belly, making you smile against his lips.

“I’m just saying, if its a boy, name it Tony,” You roll your eyes at Tony, glancing at Bucky who just frowns a bit. Resting your hand against your growing belly, you feel a slight kick, causing you to smile.

“See! It wants to be called Tony! It kicked!” Tony exclaimed, making you roll your eyes even more. 

“Tony, if anything, the kid would be named after me,” Sam added with a cocky smile gracing his lips. At this remark, Bucky finally responded.

“Why the hell would I name my kid after you, bird-brain?” 

“Well why not, Robo-cop? Sam is a strong name, your kid would be glad to have my name!” Sam retorted, which inevitably started the bickering. Natasha, just walking in, sat down next to you.

“If it’s a girl, you’ll name it after me, right?” She asks, grinning at you. 

“Sure, sure. Just help me get up, will ya?” You ask, and she nods, helping you up. Now standing up, you look down at your growing belly, noticing how you can’t even see your feet anymore. Looking up, you now see that Steve and Clint have joined in the argument, leading you to shake your head. Your kid sure will have a weird family.

“BUCKY, GET THE HELL OVER HERE!” You scream, eyes twisted tight with the pains of contractions. 

“COMING!” Bucky yelled, running with your labor bag in hand and car keys in the other. He almost makes it to you before he trips over the boxes of baby items that you received from your shower. Scrambling back up, he grabs your hand with his metal one as he leads you to the car. Inside, he buckles you up and starts driving towards the hospital immediately. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your belly, you finally arrive. Leading you towards the check-in counter, he has a nurse help you up towards the room.

Lying in bed, your hand is clamped down tight onto his metal one, eyes screwed tight, as another contraction begins. 

“Bucky,” you ask, causing his eyes to flicker towards yours. “Distract me. Anything.”

“Um, okay, well, what name would you like our baby to have? If it’s a boy, I think Steven Samuel. If it’s a girl, I think Natalia Jane. What do you think?”

“I love them both. If it’s a boy, you would really name him after Sam?” You ask, quirking up an eyebrow. He just nods, about to respond when the doctor comes in.

“Okay, (Y/N), it’s time. Ready?” The doctor asks, and with one last look at Bucky, you nod.

“Everyone, meet Natalia Jane Barnes. Natalia, meet everyone,” Bucky announces, holding up his baby girl in his arms for everyone to see. Since she was delivered, he hasn’t put her down yet. Everyone made cooing noises at the newborn, and Nat flashes her eyes towards you. You see a few tears well up in her eyes. You knew that she has always wanted a child, but unable to have one, so having her new niece named after her surely had her emotional. You see her mouth a small thank you, and you just smile back.

“Wow, she’s a beauty, Buck. Obviously got her looks from (Y/N),” Steve jokes, causing Bucky to throw him a playful glare. 

“She is absolutely gorgeous. Better watch out, Bucky, she’ll have suitors lined up around the block,” Tony jokes, earning a real glare out of Bucky this time. Clutching his baby girl to his chest, he continues to glare at Tony.

“She’s too little. And she’s mine. No boy will be good enough for her. Or girl.” He huffs out, looking at you. You just smile weakly, nodding your head.

“Don’t worry, Buck. She’s all yours.”

anonymous asked:

What do you think of tonight's episode? Both, Caterina and Kevin were brilliant. I did expect more development and I am very scared that they will not make it. I also think that Amelia knows that she is pregnant, I am actually 99% sure of that. It sucks that we will not get anything next week. Can't wait to hear what are your thoughts.

After going over the events of this episode (my full thoughts on it are on the review I posted for omeliasource), I still believe Amelia is pregnant.

The only difference is now I think maybe she knows it? I was dwelling on this and this idea could explain a lot of things.

First, it could justify why Amelia felt a sudden urge to run on 13x09 (remember she had already gone off to Meredith’s at the end of 13x07). So what made her decide to write that note and really step back? It felt like a rushed decision, made without much explanation. Unless of course she found out about something.

Then she ran and stayed hidden for days, probably trying to process things and the possibility of once again having to face the worst nightmare she’s ever lived. Meanwhile we saw all those scenes about Amelia eating and sleeping, scenes that were added later on when the episodes had already wrapped filming. There is gotta be a reason why those were filmed and cropped into the episodes.

Then there’s this whole thing when Amelia says she and Owen need to talk and while they do have to work on communication, Amelia hasn’t quite been acting like herself. She is understandably scared but she is being more passive aggressive than she usually is. If Amelia knew she was pregnant, without being able to make sure the baby is okay, I can see her breaking down to Owen like that, needing to make sure he would be on board for the worse in case the baby isn’t as healthy as he expected. The first time around, she didn’t have to worry about that so this situation is new to her too. It would explain the way she lost her mind when he used the word “normal”, because her first child wasn’t normal and she could be afraid of history repeating itself.

But then as Owen and Amelia are now a bit distant from each other and Owen is tormented by everything that’s happening, coming clean about this to him could be the “salvation” they have teased about in interviews. Maybe his torture is going through this again, maybe something else more personal will happen… I don’t know, we don’t have that many more details we can dissect about what’s coming ahead.

Personally, I’d like for them to communicate and be kinder to each other before a pregnancy is thrown in the mix, but I think it could explain a lot of things.

Now, this is just a theory, just speculation, a new perspective from another angle. Let’s see how it unfolds from now on!

Pregnant!Mika AU

I remember seeing a lot of pregnant!Mika AU and I love it so I’m just gonna post a possible thingy Imma write in the future.

What if it was a Modern A/O/B AU where Mika and Yuu were living together (no child yet) but they have a rough life together because Yuu is the only one that works and he’s unable to keep a steady job, meaning that they live paycheck to paycheck. Mika knows it’s rough for Yuu (once the raven even had gotten drunk and kept apologizing to Mika for all the problems they’ve been through) but he knows that Yuu doesn’t want Mika to work (because an omega is not supposed to work and the alpha is supposed to provide for them) so in the end, Mika secretly makes money to help, but it’s not a job as Yuu would surely notice if he did. Instead he provides services to an acquaintance, Ferid Bathory, even if he hates it and himself, Mika would do anything for Yuu. This had helped greatly, but one evening after they had their own night of their own, everything came crashing down when Yuu finds out. Ferid had called for Mika through the phone and Yuu heard the whole thing. An argument broke out between the two, Mika tried to explain that he was doing this in order to provide money and help lift the stress of the bills and money off the raven, but Yuu’s feelings obscured any rational thoughts. He left. (Because I need my angst)

Years later, Yuu has a stable job and is living by himself. He’s packing his things, preparing to move as he was promoted from his job and being relocated to another city. On the first day of the new city, Yuu explored it. However in the middle of the day, Yuu ran into a child when he decided to do some grocery shopping. The boy called him “Papa”, the boy said he looks exactly like his Papa from the photos his Dad had shown him before when he was curious. Yuu was about to deny any claim, but he froze when he caught the sight of the boy’s eyes. They were the familiar color of the sky. Yuu also noticed that the child had a striking resemblance of himself, but before he could so much a very familiar voice rang in the air, “Ichi-chan don’t run off like that!! You might get lost!” The blond scolded the boy before turning to Yuu, “I’m sorry, he usually isn’t like this–” “Mika.” Said man stops apologizing and looks at Yuu with a shocked expression, “ Yuu-chan…. ”

After shopping, they both went to Mika’s apartment, and started to chat. Mika asked Yuu about his work, which Yuu replied that it was going well. A silence came over them until he brought up Mika’s son. “So… Is he yours?” Mika nodded, a fond smile spread across his face, “Yes, he’s a bit of a handful at times though.” Yuu bit his lip before asking, “… Who’s the other parent…?” Mika’s smile faltered a bit before giving Yuu a sad smile, “… If I told you… You wouldn’t believe me…” Yuu felt guilt fill him when he noticed the pain and opens his mouth to speak, “Mika, I–” “Oh look at the time, you have work tomorrow, right Yuu-chan? It wouldn’t be good if you missed it because you didn’t get enough sleep!” Mika interrupted with a cheerful smile that Yuu was sure was fake, but nethertheless he agreed and left, and for a split second as the door closed, Yuu was sure he saw Mika’s smile break.

The next day, Yuu, during his lunch break, decided to take a walk outside. On his way, he noticed Ichi swinging in the swing set. He was about to leave the kid alone as he was probably just playing, but stopped when he noticed wet streaks on his face. He couldn’t leave the poor boy after that. “Mr.Yuu…” Ichi said after taking notice of the older raven. When asked what was wrong, Ichi looked away, “… Yesterday…. Dad was crying, after you left…” He said, “He hugged me and kept saying ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again… It takes a lot to hurt Dad. You know so many people call him mean names because he’s a unbonded-omega parent.” This time, Ichi looked towards Yuu, and the older Alpha was surprised to see a look of firm determination, “Mr.Yuu I don’t know what happened between you and Dad, but… if you make him cry I won’t forgive you! Dad might’ve made a mistake before, but I know for a fact that Dad would never do anything to hurt someone on purpose!”

That’s all I have right now, but I’ll think of some more in the future. I’m going to actually plan the first few chapters, like when I was younger because it was a lot easier, not to mention I updated every week lol