they keel you


Beautiful, angry Sammy  (¬‿¬ )

Dogs? Dogs are extremely resilient when it comes to abdominal surgery. We create a lot of inflammation after surgery, but the body clears it. I’ve seen a dog swallow a toothpick and have it penetrate the body wall. They don’t care.
Horses? You can drop a junior mint in there and they’re gonna die.
—  Our Radiology professor comparing dogs and horses
damn the delivery boy.

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Genre: Expecting Parents AU / Fluff and Non-explicit smut.

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.

Count: 9,656 words.

month one.

Two lines.

The second is a little faint, but it is there, undeniably there, growing stronger by the second as your heart sinks deeper into the pit of your stomach and suddenly you are keeling over the sink, throwing up a combination of panic and regret. You wipe your mouth, sit back on the closed lid of the toilet, shut your eyes and take a deep breath, holding it until your lungs burn and your lashes fly back apart to look at the test still shaking between your fingertips.

There, right before your eyes, two fucking blue lines protruding like two middle fingers, poking up at you and saying – Congratulations sucker, you are pregnant!

Twenty-three years old and pregnant.

You throw up again.

This has got to be the biggest mistake of your life.

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Oh, How We’ve Grown (2/4)

Title: Oh, How We’ve Grown
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Rating: General Audiences
Word count: ~1.2k
Warnings: underage drinking, swearing
Spoilers: None

Guys. GUYS. I have had the shittiest day, and I am not kidding when I tell you the support you have shown for this fic has been a huge part in why I made it through today without keeling over. Thank you, thank you, thank you! As always, I love to hear your thoughts on the chapter. If you want in on the tag list, send me an ask, and I do mean an ask. Tag requests in replies and reblogs sadly run a risk of drowning in the notes, so if you want to be sure, send an ask.

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Originally posted by una-asocial


Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through the backfields and getting drunk with my friends
Had my first kiss on a Friday night,
I don’t reckon that I did it right

There was a time when your brother held a quietly exhilarating fascination, when his every move was something to copy, when you wanted nothing more than for his friends to be your friends. After you got rid of the cast, you asked to keep the piece where they had all scrawled their marks, keeping it in your bookcase and later tucked in a box under your bed. For a while there was laughter and adventures in the castle, and hands ruffling your hair in good fun when something was too hard for you to do in your little games. Maybe there was a brief stint in that adoration, a dark period when the castle became ruins became stones became forgotten as the world turned, but here you are again.

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Tonight is the season finale of EYEWITNESS and like Tyler says — tonight we should show USA Network how many of us there are and how much we love this show and want a second season! 

So please everyone tweet until you keel over tonight. Tweet the network now, tweet while the episode airs, tweet afterwards. If you’re not going to be around then schedule as many tweets as possible on Tweetdeck so that the network will get them when the episode is on. Let’s fight for our show and for Philkas!

  !!! Using the right hashtags and tagging the network is super important so that they will see it all. It also can’t hurt to tag @Netflix in some of your tweets and tell them to add the show to their line-up!


Hyped up on energy drinks?  Or a dad who is used to entertaining his toddler son?

“Well, he /is/ pretty hot.”

You can blame Jensen and Misha for this. (ao3)

Jensen is in the green room, relaxing for a few minutes before his trio photo-ops with Misha and Jared, minding his own business. He’s chatting with Jared about the panel when Misha slides up next to him, and wraps a possessive arm around his lower back. 

“So, you think I’m hot.” 

He states it matter-of-factly and Jensen almost spits beer all over Jared, who, traitor he is, starts keeling over in laughter. 

“You act like this is brand new information,” Jensen replies, flashing a cheeky smile at Misha. 

Jared tries to compose himself, but waves a hand between the two of them, huffing for air, and says, “I’m gonna go.” 

He practically runs out of the room, still laughing, leaving Jensen and Misha alone. 

“Well, color me surprised, but you’ve never blatantly expressed your love for my hotness in front of  fans.” 

Jensen shrugs, setting down his beer on the table, and turns, placing his hands on Misha’s hips.

“Maybe I just don’t care what anybody thinks anymore.” 

“Really?” Misha says, voice dropping it’s sarcastic tone into a soft uncertainty. They’ve been together for years, but it’s always been something hidden. It’s smarter that way, a lot of people wouldn’t understand the kind of relationship their two families have. 

“Yeah.” Jensen’s smile goes soft, and he leans in to press a kiss against Misha’s mouth. 

“So, you’re totally cool with me making out with you onstage then?” Misha teases, eyes twinkling clearly seriously considering the idea at the next convention. 

Jensen chuckles, “Okay maybe not that far, but I’m good with… ya know touching more, bringing up how awesome and sexy I think you are at every possible chance. Stuff like that.” 

“I can work with that,” Misha says, smirking. He presses a kiss against Jensen cheek and pulls back a little out of his arms, digging his phone out of his pocket. 

Jensen squints at him as Misha opens the twitter app and starts flipping through screens, searching. 

“What are you doing?” 

“You’ll see,” Misha giggles, tilting his screen away from Jensen. 

Misha taps away some more, and then pockets his phone, grinning, and wraps his arms back around Jensen. A few seconds later Jensen’s phone vibrates in his pocket.  He drops his hands from Misha’s body, eying him warily and pulls out his phone, reading the notification popped up on the screen. He raises an eyebrow, at Misha’s tweet, licks his lips, then re-pockets his phone. 

“Smoking, huh?” 

“Seemed more fitting.” 

“Yeah, well I’ll show you smoking right no-” Jensen hand’s slide across Misha’s hips, sliding down to grip his ass, coaxing a stuttered gasp from Misha’s lips. They’ve got a few minutes, and could make good use of a table nearby. Last night was good but Jensen’s already itching for another taste of Misha’s mouth. 

“Hey guys,” Jared’s voice sing-songs from the doorway, “I know you really wanna fuck right now but we gotta head upstairs.” 

Jensen and Misha sigh, practically in unison, kissing one last time before pulling apart and heading towards the doorway. 

“I hate you right now,” Jensen says once they get to the door, pointing an accusing finger at Jared. 

Jared smiles, slipping an arm around Jensen’s shoulder and flashes a grin at Misha, who stares back at Jared with a faux look of pure malice.  “Yeah, I love you guys too.” 

The three of them separate in the hallway once they see a volunteer, and together, head up to the photo-op room, where for the next few hours Jensen will desperately try not to touch Misha too much in front of the fans. You know, like always, just maybe this time he’ll let a little more touching slip through his reserves.

Darry x Reader

Anonymous asked: 303 for Darry, please and thank you!

#303. “We have to pretend to be married.”


Darry stared at you, eyebrows knitting together.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“No! No, what I’m saying is that this won’t work unless she believes that we’re truly married, therefore we have to at least pretend to be married.”

The Greaser solely stared, not looking to act on the proposal (I hate myself for using that word but I couldn’t help it omg sorry.)

“You know I’m right,” you said, and Dally ultimately shook his head.

“No, there’s a way around it, trust me.”

You keeled your eyes. “Okay well, while you try and figure that out, I’ll be in the living room.”

Without anticipating his riposte, you walked out, discerning Soda hanging off the edge of the couch, already peering in your direction.

“You and Darry getting married?”

You couldn’t tell if he was being earnest or jesting, as his expression was unreadable.

“No, not exactly. Just gotta make it look like we are.”

Soda lifted an eyebrow. “Why?”

Inactively, you felt red creep up your cheeks in subtle embarrassment. “My sister’s coming into town, and I made the mistake of telling her I’m married.” Soda’s eyes lit up in a humorous gleam, though you spoke before he got the chance. “Not my fault! She was flaunting her own marriage and kids and supposedly feeling sorry for me, what else could I do?”

“I didn’t know you were so prone to lie, Y/N! Especially about something like this,” Sodapop derided, raising an eyebrow. Your jaw clenched for a moment, and the Greaser knew what was coming up next. “You know, I’m just going to to the DX, I’ll let you and Darry figure this one out,” Soda fated, standing up and making his way out the door. “I wish you luck!” he said in a singsong voice, only to obtain a scowl from you. The door slammed shut behind him as you heard Darry walk into the living room.

“Fine, I got a ring, I’ll pretend to be your husband for this,” he said. Your gaze went broad at the first word.

“You got a ring?” you asked, incredulity. Darry looked you in the eyes for a transient moment, then nodded.

“Yeah, it was my mom’s.”

“Oh gosh, you don’t have to do that, Darry. We can go get a fake. You know, I bet Steve or Dally has probably lifted a few rings, if they don’t have one right now, we could surely ask-”

“Y/N,” Darry said, and you almost swore you saw merriment flash in his expression, fleetingly to be superseded by sincerity. “You’re a great person, if we were getting married, I’d want you to have the best ring I could get. Incidentally, this is it,” he stated, looking down at the ring in his hands.

As you looked at Darry, you couldn’t help but glance down at the ring, too. It was a prodigious gleaming stone crowded by vaguely smaller ones atop of a gold band. You had seen it before of course, in pictures of his mom, and you always thought it complimented her divinely. You had never gauged on Darry presenting it to you, as you didn’t even know he still had it.

You two had been going out for almost three years at this point, and you knew you both loved each other, but marriage was such a vast deal. Not to mention expensive. You agreed with the Greaser on not lavishing time on planning to get married, or planning a wedding in that case, right now. It was up in the air of course once Ponyboy graduated and settled into college, as soon sanguinely things would slow down, but it was never finalized by either of you.

“I’ll give it to you,” Darry said, bringing your eyes back up to him. “You can see it, see if you like it, if you want to wear it.” For a few seconds, you didn’t speak, simply stared at his outstretched hand and the ring he was detaining. You pronounced to take it though, as the Greaser opened his mouth to speak. You weren’t going to make him give it to you, to put it on you would be too much to ask.

“Of course I like it, Darry,” you murmured, gingerly holding it. “I just didn’t know you’d trust me this much, or, well, this isn’t a big deal, you know, lying to my sister about being married.” Pale blue eyes rested on yours, and you felt small, stammering over your words. “I can tell her the truth, because this ring, your mom’s ring, is a much bigger deal. I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do. It was stupid of me to lie to her.”

Before you could really tell what was happening, Darry smiled and charily grabbed your hands, making sure you were still okay with holding the ring. He kissed your forehead and then gazed back into your eyes. “I’ve lived with Sodapop and Ponyboy ever since they were born, I know what stupid decisions can cause,” he chuckled softly. “But this, you barely speak to your sister, and I’d be glad to prove her wrong.”

You couldn’t help but break out into a smile, asking him if he was serious.

“Of course I am, I want to do this, especially for you.”

You almost melted in his grasp at that moment, squeezing your one hand with the ring inside it and wrapping your other around Darry.

“Darry, I love you,” you breathed.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he said, and you could hear the simper in his voice. “Now,” he said, pulling away a bit and grinning at you. “Let’s show your sister that you have the best husband in the world.”

Monsta X React to You laughing from remembering something funny

(Some of the gifs might be repeats from other reacts that I’ve done and if so I apologize. ALSO, I changed the request slightly… But I think I kept the main principle of it.)

Kihyun: He would be trying to tell the rest of the members the story that had you practically keeled over laughing, but he wouldn’t be doing much better because the more you laughed, the more it caused him to laugh so he would barely get a word in edgewise.

Originally posted by kihqun

Shownu: He would look over at you chuckling to yourself. “Is there something I should know about, (y/n)?” After you shook your head quickly, still laughing, he would raise an eyebrow. “You’re turning bright pink.” He’d state and laugh lightly because of how you looked and just happy that you were happy.

Originally posted by monxbebe

Hyungwon: He’d hear your laughter and walk to where it was coming from, he’d find you on the couch and see you with tears in your eyes from laughing so hard. “Care to tell me what’s so funny?” He’d chuckle lightly. When you gasped for breath to attempt to tell him you’d shake your head. “I’ll ask later when you can breathe.” He’d shake his head, walking out of the room smiling.

Originally posted by kmess

Wonho: He’d be trying to tell you something when something he said reminded you of something funny that had happened. At first he would be confused as to why you had started laughing but would be more than happy to hear your laughter. You’d explain that you’d tell him what was so funny later and he would snicker, “I can’t wait to hear about it.”

Originally posted by wonhobe

Jooheon: He’d be more than curious about what had you dying of laughter, but would enjoy watching it all unfold. “(Y/n) don’t forget that oxygen is a thing that your body needs. Make sure to BREATHE.” He’d say, chuckling lightly himself. He’d end up asking you about what was so funny after you had calmed down.

Originally posted by trainingpanda

Minhyuk: He would hear your laugh and automatically grin, but he’d be curious as to what you were laughing about in the first place. He’d look over at you, “I’m happy that you are enjoying yourself, (y/n).” He’d notice quickly that you were looking at your phone and that you couldn’t hear him. He’d peek to find you were watching Kihyun’s and his PPAP cover, he’d turn pink.

Originally posted by kihyeun

I.M.: Knowing him, he was what the memory was about and he did something ridiculous to remind you of it once again. At first he would look confused as to why you were laughing, then it would dawn on him and he would laugh too before doing something else to make you laugh even harder.

Originally posted by kihyxnie


~BangtanBunnie <3

anonymous asked:

The one line thingy pretty please "why won't my potatoe bounce ?"

“why won’t my potato bounce ?”  You pouted. You kept throwing the potato around again and again, waiting for it to bounce. 

“Y/N…? Why are you throwing around a potato…?” Tim questioned as he came into the room to check on you.

“My potato won’t bounceeeee” you pouted yet again as you stared at the stationary potato. 

“Y/N it’s a potato it’s not supposed to bounce..? Are you okay??” Tim stepped closer to you. He keeled down to your level and stared at you. 

“It’s a bouncy potato! It’s supposed to bounceeeeeee!” You paused to sniffle, then you hiccuped.

“You’re drunk aren’t you. I can practically smell it off you.” Tim sighed.

“You won’t play with me so I decided to drink the red thingie.” You crossed your arms like a child refusing to look at him.

“I’m sorry…. come on let’s go to bed and I promise I’ll buy you a bouncy potato tomorrow.” Tim pushed your hair away from your face and placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

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Jackson ‘One-shot’

Summary: Life with Jackson

AN: I wrote this at 1am, it is a pile of shit, you have been warned.

‘I can’t do this anymore’

‘I can’t do this anymore.’

You’re keeled over and coughing your lungs up as sweat runs down your back, looking up to see Jackson turning around to look at you, beaming and bouncing on the spot in his trainers and his sports gear as he waits for you to catch up to him on the hiking trail.

'Come on, Jagi, just a few more-’

'No, Jackson! I cant do this anymore!’ you shout again, hoping he could hear you properly this time.

You’re too busy staring at the floor trying to get your breath back to see the way his face drops completely and his chest deflates as the air rushes out of him. He quickly jogs back to you and helps you to stand up properly, encouraging you to lean on him for support and even going so far as to hug you to him, rubbing your back soothingly as he kisses your shoulder- the action making you slightly confused.

'Its okay, Jagi. Come on, let me carry you back.’

And then you climb onto his back and he carries you almost two miles back to the car, making you laugh the whole time…smiling because you were smiling.

'I can’t do this anymore!’

You shout the words angrily but then immediately regret them when you hear the familiar sound of Jackson’s heavy footsteps thundering down the stairs, his quick pants reaching your ears before he did, and he ends up bulldozing into you, pulling you fiercely against him and knocking the knitting you’d been doing out of your hands.

'Hormones again?’ he asks quietly in your ear, rubbing your back calmingly and making you hum as you bury your face in his shoulder.

'Yeah.’ you mumble, tying your arms around his neck and smiling when you feel him press a kiss to the skin below your ear, lingering as he slowly slips his hands down to your butt for a cheeky squeeze, which makes you chuckle, before he backs you into the lounge and sits you down in the big comfy chair, making sure you were propped up comfortably, with the remote and a book, before kneeling down at your feet and leaning forward to kiss your belly.

'Only a few more months, Jagi.’ he murmurs, looking up at you with warm, happy eyes and you see the little crows feet appear at the edges when you smile back at him, reaching your hand out to cup his face and seeing his shoulders untense as he leans into your hand.

'I can’t do this anymore.’

The words are an aggravated sigh when you say them, sitting back in your chair and rubbing your eyes tiredly as you stretch your neck, jumping slightly when you feel lips suddenly descend onto yours but quickly recognising them as Jackson’s and kissing him back gratefully.

'Whats up, buttercup?’ he asks, continuing to rub your shoulders as he leans over and rests his chin on your head, eyes scanning the computer in front of you where you’d been trying to work out your taxes.

'Its these taxes-’

'You know what? I dont think we’ve had a date night in a while!-’

'Jackson, we literally had date night, yesterday-’ you go to argue, but he’s already pulled you up from the chair and dropped a kiss on your lips, before quickly sliding to the coat peg in the hallway and throwing you your coat with a smile.

'And?’ he asks, your favourite toothy grin on his face as he slips his own coat on and opens the door, standing to the side to wait for you, his face slightly worried as he waits for you to stop staring at him disbelievingly- the expression turning to relief and happiness when you shake your head happily incredulously at him before skipping out of the door.

'I cant do this anymore!’

He’s there before you even have a chance to break down in sobs, his arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders and when you look up at him, you see him nodding reassuringly as he watches you with sparkling eyes that looked like he might cry at any moment.

'You’ve done this before, Jagi. I know you can do it again.’ he says, pressing a forceful kiss to your forehead and pressing another to your lips, before shuffling you into a more comfortable position and crouching down beside you, offering you his hand and the scared grimace on his face changes to one of quiet exhilaration when you grab it.

'Okay, push.’ the midwife commands, and even though you feel like your insides are trying to be ripped out of you, Jackson murmuring unhurried reassurances beside you manages to calm you enough that you hardly feel the pain because within minutes you’re looking up at him handing you your second child and when you take her from him and end up crying happily, you dont notice the look of unparalleled happiness that covers his face at the sight of the love of his life with his child.

'I can’t do this anymore.’

You watch him tiredly as he looks up at you from where he was sat beside your bed, his walking stick beside him and his eyes as bright as ever, shining out at you from his creased and tired old face.

'You know, you’ve said that to me so many times over the years…and every time I believed you-’ he mutters, his voice now gravelly and croaky as it rumbles from his ancient voice box, his hand holding yours tightly despite his frail frame.

'Every time, I’d always make sure i’d change your mind or make you feel better, because I was too scared to see you give up on yourself, to see you lose faith. And after i’d make you feel better, you’d have accomplished the thing you said you couldn’t do within a few hours.’ he chuckles, having to stop to cough harshly, before looking back up at you with a crooked grin, the expression still being 'Jackson’, despite the few missing teeth and the slightly droopy cheeks and eyebrows.

'But I dont want to believe you now.’ he murmurs, his hand shaking slightly as he holds tightly to your fingers, his thumb brushing over your knuckles lovingly as a tear escapes his eye and rolls down his greying cheeks before he can wipe it away with a trembling finger.

'You can do this, Jagi…you can…because I will help you-I will always be here to help you…’

'I can’t do this anymore.’

He whispers the words, as he reads them off of the grey slab, watching as a bird perches upon the soft mossy bed in front of it and pecks gently at the moist earth.

The sun was shining on the grave and the sky was blue above him, and it was all the evidence he needed to know that his words had been heard, the smile growing on his face as he looked to the matching grey slab beside his mother’s grave, laughing as he reads the little message at the bottom of his father’s gravestone that followed on from the slab beside it.

'If she’s out, so am I.’


Please Don’t Leave Me

Originally posted by thorvalkyrie

Thor x Reader

Request by Anonymous:  Can you do a ThorxReader where she’s afraid she can’t have kids due to medical issues and thinks that he’ll leav her because of it? Maybe where he finds out and confronts her about it and it turns into fluff? (BTW I love your imagines!!!)

Word Count:1183

A/N: Enjoy!

The first time you saw Thor he took your breath away. When he asked you out you thought it was a joke. How could someone that perfect be into you? When he asked you to marry him you just thought he was crazy. Everything with Thor was a whirlwind for the two of you, and when Thor told you he wanted to have a baby, you almost keeled over on the spot. Yes, you had been married for quite some time and you didn’t know if you were ready for a baby, or if you even wanted one.

The day Thor asked you started like any other, with him waking you up from your deep slumber to go make you breakfast. As he pulled away, like every morning, you groaned in protest, not keen on having your personal heater disappear. “Time to get up!” he said in a gratingly cheerful voice. To say you weren’t a morning person was an understatement. You fell into a fitful sleep, not being able to sleep well without Thor next to you. When he returned with your breakfast you smiled and grabbed the huge mug of coffee on the tray, grateful to have something to jump start your day.

“Y/N, I want to talk to you about something,” Thor started, scratching the back of his neck, which was something he only did when he was nervous. You stopped eating and gave him a concerned look, not sure what he could be talking about. He continued, “I’ve wanted to ask you this for a very long time, and wasn’t sure how to ask because we’ve never really talked abou-” you cut him off.

“Just tell me already!” you blurted out, anxious about what he wanted to ask.

“I want to have a baby.” Your mouth dropped open, unable to process what he had told you.

“A baby? Like a living breathing baby?” you squeaked.

“I knew I shouldn’t have brought it up.” He stood up to exit your room but you stopped him by grabbing ahold of his arm.

“Wait.” He looked at you hopefully.

“I-I’ll think about it. Don’t get your hopes up. I need to go to the doctor and make sure everything is ok before we can think about having a baby.” You babbled. A smile encompassed Thor’s entire face, and he leaned down, silencing you with a long kiss. After finishing your breakfast, you made a doctor’s appointment for that afternoon.

Every minute you were in the doctor’s office, your anxiety level rose. You convinced Thor to let you go by yourself, since you didn’t really want him in there during the initial appointment. You definitely regretted being alone here now. Just as you were about to leave, a nurse came out and called your name. You followed her back and met with your doctor, explaining that you and your husband were thinking about having a baby. She took an ultrasound of your uterus and performed a pelvic exam, making sure there was no sign of cancer. Looking at a printed copy of the ultra sound, her brows furrowed and your anxiety began building and building. She wouldn’t be looking at it for that long if something wasn’t wrong. After what seemed like an eternity, your doctor finally spoke.

“Well Mrs. Odinson, you are in perfect health to have a baby.” You smiled, feeling immensely relived. “However,” your smile fell, “There is a significant blockage in one of your fallopian tubes. These things happen sometimes, but the damage is irreparable. Now please understand, you still have on intact fallopian tube so there is a possibility for you to get pregnant, but it is significantly lower because of the blocked tube. Also, the likelihood of your other tube becoming blocked is increased because it had already happened once. If you do get pregnant, please contact us so we can put you on the proper medication to ensure a happy and healthy baby.” You faked a smile and thanked her, barely getting into your car before breaking into tears. After crying for a good half hour, you put your car into park, heading home. You had no idea how you were going to tell Thor.

The first person you ran into once you got back to the tower was Steve, your best friend. You tried to hide the fact that you were crying, but he saw right past it. After another hour of you crying into his shoulder, he finally got out of you what was wrong. Everything your doctor had told you came pouring out and you cried even harder. Thor wanted a baby, and you didn’t know if you could give him one. What if he hated you? What if he left? You couldn’t even process that possibility. “Please don’t tell Thor, I need some time to process,” you sniffled and Steve nodded, continuing to let you use him as support.

You fell asleep soon after and woke up to low voices in the kitchen. Looking up, you saw Steve and Thor in deep conversation. Steve spotted you and left the kitchen, urging Thor into the living room. He sat down next to you on the couch, and placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. Licking his lips, he sighed before speaking, “Y/N, we need to talk.” You looked up, and your eyes filled with tears. You knew then Steve told him everything.

“I’m sorry. I can’t guarantee I can you give you a baby. Please don’t leave me,” you sobbed into his chest. Pulling you closer, he rubbed his hands up and down your back, in an attempt to comfort you.

“Y/N, don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault. There’s still a chance we can have a baby. If we can’t we can always adopt.” You sniffled and met his gaze, feeling your heart rate slow.

“You’re really not mad?” you asked quickly and he hugged you tighter.

“Of course not, and please don’t ever think I’ll leave you. I could never leave you. I love you Y/N.” you breathed out a sigh of relief. “And you know,” he smirked, “We can have a lot of fun trying.” You scoffed, shoving him away from you in a playful manner. Still, you were happy the mood had lightened, and the two of you were on common ground.

You did have a lot of fun trying, having sex whenever possible. It was the what you enjoyed the most out of this whole ‘let’s make a baby’ thing. Yet, after months of trying both of you were becoming discouraged. You weren’t sure how much longer you could do this, or how many more sticks you could pee on, before you went crazy. You were hopeful this time, because your period was two weeks late. You hadn’t told Thor, getting his hopes up was too painful for you. Sneaking into the bathroom, you pulled the little stick out of the box, and peed on it. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw two lines. It was positive.