May I ask for fluffy headcanons for Alpha! Todoroki with a short pregnant omega fem! I'm super excited to see your blog grow and I wish you a lot of luck, I love all of your posts already! Have a nice day! And of course you can! I have to say, I had so much fun writing this! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
When you get a minute would you mind changing this lightbulb for me? You just go put your feet up. After I change this do you want some dinner? I can make you something! I hope you liked it Anon! Thank you again for such a fun request! Newt was someone who was always kind of concerned. Okay, maybe that was a little exaggerated but he still was usually a very concerned person.
And recently one of his babies behaved weirdly. Dougal had started sneaking out of the case occasionally and did things for you, like grabbing heavy things and starting carrying for you…or least he tried if it was too heavy for himself, or he actually started to gather food. Sometimes in the mornings there was a pile of fruits on your nightstand.
Like he wanted to listen to something. Newt was lying beside you two, watching the Demiguise confused. He came a little closer to you, cuddling you from your other side, figuring that was what Dougal wanted from him. Then you remembered something. He looked down at his hand on your stomach. To fake a convincing murder, you have to have discipline.
Secretly create some money troubles: credit cards, perhaps online gambling. With the help of the unwitting, bump up your life insurance. Purchase getaway car - Craigslist. Pay cash. You need to package yourself so that people will truly mourn your loss, and America loves pregnant women. Faking a pregnancy. First, drain your toilet.
Invite pregnant idiot into your home, and ply her with lemonade. A pregnancy is now part of your legal medical record. Happy anniversary. Wait for your clueless husband to start his day. Off he goes. And the clock is ticking. Meticulously stage your crime scene, with just enough mistakes to raise the specter of doubt. You need to bleed. A lot. A lot a lot. A head wound kind of bleed. A crime scene kind of bleed.
You need to clean poorly, like he would. Clean and bleed, bleed and clean. And leave a little something behind - a fire in july? You need a diary. Minimum entries on the Nick and Amy story. Thank you for being patient with me! I wrote this short, little fic to hold you over until I can retype everything! Unseen Moments! Originally posted by fraddit. This was your fourth trip to the bathroom since you had gotten back from the grocery store, a few hours prior.
The baby that was nestled within your belly was supposedly the size of a Honeydew Melon, but it felt like someone had put a fucking bowling ball in your uterus and was trying to crush your bladder. Damn you, Steve Rogers, for your Michael Phelps swimmers. You had to pee all the time! You and Steve had just gotten married when you had found out that you were pregnant.
So, you went to your doctor, who confirmed you were pregnant. That was when you remembered that you had missed your appointment for a birth control shot by a week, due to a mission. You were so excited that you ran to the store, bought a Captain America baby onesie, and gave it to him as a gift.
He was so excited that he called a team meeting and blabbed to everyone. Your pregnancy hormones were insane. You cried all the time. You were constantly breaking things. What sucked was that was the only effect. You were still clumsy, emotional, tired, and the baby broke one of your ribs from kicking. The only thing you got from the serum was the ability to break shit. You washed your hands and waddled back into the communal kitchen to grab your bottled water. You leaned your hands against the counter as the baby shifted around in your belly.
Not sure where he gets it from. You were more of a salt lover. So, now it is a surprise to everybody but you, me, and my doctor. Nathaniel is already taken. Picking the plate back up, you guys made your way through the kitchen — you much slower than Nat — and into the living area where the men were crowded onto the couches, already yelling over the game.
You were mid-bite when, suddenly, something slammed into your leg. Fucking coffee table! Letting out a yelp, you squeezed the plate and it shattered in your hand. Oh, god.
Natasha let out a breathy laugh of relief, letting go to pick up the shattered pieces of the plate. We can make more. You threw your arms around his waist and hid your face in his sweater as the hormonal sobs started to get worse. He closed his mouth, opting to press a kiss against the top of your head, instead. You sniffed, wiping under your nose with your sleeve as your sobs turned to hiccups. It was Bucky. You felt tears prick at your eyes, again.
Filter by post type All posts. Grid View List View. Show more notes. Pregnancy is so ethereal. Awww thank you so much babydoll! I mean, it has to be.