and did i forget to mention his son is called noah

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on teen wolf? especially writing wise? I have stopped watching regularly around 3b and I wasn't too convinced by what I've seen here on tumblr about the rest of the episodes, in particular 6x10...

i will always have a special place in my heart for the characters i love that the show gave me. i still blog about teen wolf, i write fic, and i enjoyed s1-3a. saying that, i don’t particular enjoy what the show became, or look back on the experience i had as a fan with much nostalgia (i think we were v much used and abused as a fandom online, for sure). i love my part of fandom, though.

short answer about the writing… it was terrible because

1) there was a complete lack of planning and follow through

2) we love this idea/actor/theme for 30 seconds but oops now we don’t

3) they completely misused their social media as a way to a) explain away/correct plot holes in their own writing and b) encourage viewers to watch a show they implied to be many things that it turned out to… not be any of

long answer

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I’d Never Forget You

Pairing: Stiles x Hayley

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1640

Authors Note: So, this is dedicated to @sarcasticallystilinski because she’s absolutely amazing and I’m glad to call her a friend. I really hope you like this Hayley! I also want to thank @sincerelystiles for proofreading and helping me with some ideas for this fic.

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Title: in which you’re pregnant

Pairing: sebastian stan x reader

Words: 1057

Warnings: subtle mentions about sex

Request: reader is the wife of Sebastian and worked with him in civil war,now you’re 6 months pregnant and goes to comics panel and all find u super cute,especially when your baby dont stop quite.

A/N: I honestly didn’t really understand the request but I got the obvious topics out. I just hope you actually liked it. Sorry if this isn’t what you wanted! 

“Let’s have a baby when we’re both shooting an action movie! It’ll be fun!” I say sarcastically through the microphone.

“In my defense I didn’t know you’d be this fertile, I mean first Noah now our second baby is on the way.” Sebastian mumbles.

“SEBASTIAN!” I yell at him.

The crowd laughs at my displeasure. I place my hands on my tummy feeling the baby move around. Our baby was a bit more active than usual. He was constantly kicking me and moving around in probably the worst timing possible.

Each moment I tried concentrating on the topic the group were currently discussing about I felt a kick or a jab.

“Hey baby, I’d appreciate it if you calm down for 5 more minutes.” Sebastian whispers as he leans over my tummy.

“And to the left we see a beautiful couple trying to calm their moving fetus.” Anthony chuckles.

The crowd snickers as the cast lets out big smiles.

“So how did you manage to film this whole movie being pregnant? I mean there must be downsides!” The moderator exclaims.

“Well considering I had an amazing stunt double and good co-workers I felt like I was taken care of 24/7. Not to mention, my husband has been a great support system.” I say. “He’d be so into his character but the moment I ran into a bathroom puking he’d step off set and just be there for me.”

“Yeah, we all pitched in. We’re family here, I mean we still prank her even though she’s pregnant.” Chris laughs.

“Can you believe it? They actually pranked me when I was pregnant. That was honestly the downside, I couldn’t fight back because I was unwilling to do anything dangerous!” I complain.

“I’m sure Sebastian helped you!” The moderator says, raising his eyebrows.

“Helped me? He joined in on the fun!” I yell, remembering the time when they all pranked me by dropping water balloons on me as soon as I left my trailer. “In fact, I’m pretty sure Sebastian and his boy toy, Chris were the masterminds behind most of the pranks!”

“You guys are terrible people,” The moderator cackles. “And like how’s it like for you to be on set pregnant? I mean do they baby you?”

“Scarlett and Elizabeth were all over me, they were there for me all the time! The boys on the set were a nightmare but they were great overall.”

“A nightmare? Who were the group of people that drove 2 hours to the nearest McDonalds when you were craving a big mac?” Anthony sasses.

“That was probably the only nice thing you guys did for me!” I yell.

“That’s actually true.” Anthony admits defeat as the audience laughs loudly.

“Having Noah on set on many occasions were a blast too. He absolutely adores Chris for some reason.” Sebastian says.

“It’s because I’m great with kids! Have you seen the relationship between me and my nephew? It’s a cosmic bond!”

“Yeah, sure.” Anthony and Sebastian reply simultaneously, earning fits of laughter from the audience.

Having Noah right beside me during Comic Con probably wasn’t the brightest idea. All my relatives flaked out on me and my babysitter canceled last minute saying she had something important to attend so here I was signing autographs next to my crying baby. Not to mention I was still 6 months pregnant with my second child.

Sebastian and I had taken turns to take care of Noah every 30 minutes. He was passed around like a baton and I’m pretty sure this was terribly unethical.

“Doll, is it my turn yet?” Sebastian asks, opening the curtain that was separating the both of us.

“Yeah, Noah needs a bottle soon so here’s the bag and don’t forget to change his diaper.” I smile.

“You gave me all the nasty jobs!” Sebastian cries.

“I gave birth to him.” I retaliate.

“Fine.” Sebastian frowns, going pulling Noah’s stroller to his side. The group of fans in front of me chuckles at the sight of an exasperated Sebastian.

“He seems like a great husband.” One of my fans say.

“Yeah until you actually marry him.” I joke.

“So what are you planning to name your second child?” Jeanette, one of the fans that I’ve seen quite often, asked.

“If it’s a girl, Jean and if it’s a boy we’re planning to call him James!” I smile brightly.

“Don’t you have the ultrasound to know whether it’s a girl or boy?”

I nod, “We’re keeping it a surprise.”

A few fans had passed and soon enough, Comic Con was over. I strut my way over to Sebastian’s side realising he still had several fans.

I wave to his fans as they excitedly wave back. I take a seat beside Sebastian, looking over the stroller to see that Noah was asleep.

“He’s a deep sleeper, he’s been sleeping even though the whole place was loud.” Sebastian wonders as he signs and gives his fans a hug.

“Well he is your son,” I reply. “It’s no wonder he’s a deep sleeper. I could scream in your ear and you’d still be asleep.”

“I’m not that bad!” Sebastian frowns.

It took about another 20 more minutes when Sebastian was finally done with all his fans. It was adorable to look at Sebastian interact with fans, I mean never in my life had I seen someone so grateful for the people that supported him.

“Are we ready to go?” I question.

“Yep! Just a minute, Noah woke up in the middle of your signing and I think he needs a bottle.”

“Take all the time you need.” I say.

I look over to Sebastian.

“How did I even manage to land a guy like you?”  

“Well, you’re pretty lucky.”

“I am.” I reply.

“But I’m luckier considering you gave me the biggest gift anyone has ever given me.” He replies, gesturing to our children.

“Well, I didn’t make them alone.”

“How about we go home and make another one?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“I’m pretty sure it’s impossible, I’m pregnant right now.” I roll my eyes.

“Well we won’t know until we try.”

What We’re Fighting For

Pairing: Dean x reader, OC x reader, Sam x reader friendship

Prompt: For @iwantthedean‘s SoCo writing challenge, I have numbers 1, 29, 43, and 64. Here’s the list!

Warnings: angst, depression, v sad, many tears, language, drinking

A/N: I’m super happy with this! I hope you guys like it! (All quotes from the challenge are in bold) (flashbacks are in italics)

Tags: @teamfreewill-imagine, @faith-in-dean, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @for-the-love-of-dean, @supernatural-jackles, @angelofwinchester17 (Tag list is open)

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“Son, one day you’ll be a man, and men can do terrible things.”

Those words, those sharp, harsh, truthful words echoed in his mind as he watched one tear slip down your cheek. 

The calm before the storm. 

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Toddler Series #14 Temper Tantrum

Toddler Series can be found here.

A/N: He deals with the toddler’s tantrum.


“Open up Emmy,” Liam said, bring a piece of fruit to her mouth. She pushed her little lips together and shook her head. “Cookee,” she whispered. “Fruit now,” Liam corrected. Suddenly she frowned, her anger building up. She screamed and started cried, not wanting anymore. As her cries got louder, she kicked her legs against the highchair. “Ouch,” Liam whispered, moving back and rubbing his leg. Amelia banged her little hands on the tray, getting angrier. “Emmy, sweet pea. It’s alright,” he whispered, stepping back towards her. She calmed down a little and stared at him. “Cookee?” she sobbed, pointing to the jar on the kitchen counter. Liam looked over his shoulder and sighed. He knew she had to eat her fruit you had prepared, before eating anything else. “Daddy?” she whispered, bottom lip trembling. Liam looked back at her, his heart breaking at seeing his little girl like this. “Emmy, fruit first,” he suggested and she shook her head again. Then Liam got an idea. “How about we eat it together, then we can both can have a cookie. How does that sound?” he said, brushing her light brown hair out of her face. She sniffed, a few tears escaping her eyes. “Banana for Emmy,” Liam handed her a little piece and she ate it slowly. “Apple for daddy,” he continued and ate a piece. Once the fruit was gone, he stood up and kissed her head. “Good girl Emmy. We ate all the fruit. Now you can have one cookie,” he said, walking towards the cookie jar. He returned with a small cookie for his daughter. She squealed and took it happily, eating it with a smile on her face. Liam sat down and sighed; how was he going to last through more of these tantrums, he was wrapped around her finger and hated saying no to her.


“Bath time my boy,” Louis said to the little boy on his hip. He giggled and smiled at his father. “I added in lots of bubbles,” he added. As he walked into the bathroom and knelt down by the bath tub, he begun undressing Noah. In that moment, something changed in Noah and he suddenly got angry. He stood up and pushed him away. Louis looked confused and reached out for him. “Need to take your diaper off before getting in the bath,” he said, making Noah frown. “Mummy say no Noah bath,” he yelled and ran as quickly as his little toddler legs would carry him out of the bathroom. Louis shook his head and stood up, following after his son. “Noah, come on little man. You need to have a bath,” Louis called out, “mummy loves clean boys,” he added, hopeful. Noah turned around and stared at Louis. “No Daddy, want mummy,” he screamed, little face scrunching up and going red. Louis’ heart sunk; his mum had told him about temper tantrums but he hoped that Noah wouldn’t have them. “Hey hey,” he cautiously stepped towards him. He wasn’t fast enough as Noah screamed and ran away again. Louis groaned in frustration and slowly walked after him. “What about dinosaurs in the bath?” Louis asked, shaking his head as he realised he was using dinosaurs to convince a toddler to take a bath. He picked up a plastic dinosaur along his way. “Dino-saws?” Noah whispered, thinking about it for a moment. Louis smiled and stood back, but wanting him to scream again. “Here little Tommo,” he said. Noah squealed, quickly forgetting about his tantrum and grabbing his toy. Louis sighed deeply, picking up his little boy and walking back to the bathroom; deciding not to mention the word ‘bath’ again.


Cora stood up and dropped her doll, having had enough of playing with it. She smiled at her brother playing with his toy car. She wanted that car. Determination filled her little features, as she stepped towards him and took the car out of his small hands. Declan froze, blue eyes filling with tears as he watched Cora play with it. She pushed it along on the carpet, smiling to herself. His bottom lip trembled as tears fell down his cubby cheeks. Suddenly the house filled with his high pitch scream, then cries. Niall rushed into the living room, taking in the scene before him. He quickly knelt in front of Declan, trying to work out what was wrong. “Dec, hey hey little man,” he said, “what’s wrong? Shh, come on tell Daddy.” Declan took a breath and looked at Niall for a second, before stomping his little foot on the ground and crying loudly again. “Car car,” Cora said, making Niall look at her. His eyes widened as he realised she had Declan’s toy. He let go of his son and turned to her. “Corabear, give Dec the car back,” Niall whispered. His little girl looked up at him and shook her head, quickly stepping back. “Cora, did you take it off him when he was playing with it?” he continued, looking over his shoulder at the crying and stomping little boy. “There is another car you can play with,” he said, voice almost pleading with her. She threw the toy across the room and screamed, making Declan whimper. Niall sighed in frustration as both the twins were having a tantrum and he didn’t know what to do. He remembered what you told him, 'distract them with something else. they will soon forget what happened.’ He spotted the toy box and looked through it. Once he found their building blocks, he started building a tower. “Who wants to help daddy?” he asked cautiously. Suddenly both of them were beside him, wanting to play with their father. Declan pick up a block and Cora took is from him. “No mine,” he said, reaching out for it. Niall sighed; he didn’t think twins would always be fighting with each other.


“Thank you for looking after her today Gem,” Harry said to his older sister, kissing her cheek. She smiled and knelt down beside the little girl. “It was a pleasure. Did you have a good day with Aunty Gem?” she asked, earning a nod from Spencer. “Come on Angel, time to go home to mummy,” Harry said, picking up Spencer’s backpack. “Bye bye princess,” Gemma said, kissing Spencer’s cubby cheek and standing up. Harry gave Spencer his hand and she grabbed his finger, walking towards to the door. Suddenly she stopped and shook her head. “No, stay, Gem Gem,” she whined, frowning. Harry bit his lip and looked at his daughter who only acted like this when she was tired. “Come on baby girl,” Harry cooed, picking her up and sitting her on his hip, “time to go home.” As he walked to the car, she started wiggling in his arms, her little arms pushing against his chest. “No daddy,” she cried, getting angry. When Harry tightened his grip on her small body, she arched her back, making him gasp. He dropped her bag, as he wrapped both arms around her. “Spencer Anne,” he said firmly, his heart beating faster as he hated being firm with her. She wiggled her body more, but he continued walking to the car. Gemma heard Spencer crying and ran outside, covering her mouth with her hand. “Harry, I’m sorry,” she blurted out feeling guitly. Harry sighed as he finally managed to get her into the carseat. He closed the door and turned to face his sister. “She gets like this when she is tired. She will probably fall asleep in the car. Don’t blame yourself Gem,” he said and got into the drivers seat. Spencer saw Gemma out of her window and reached out to her. Gemma smiled sadly and waved at her favourite niece, as Harry drove away.


“Good boy K,” Zayn encouraged, ruffling his son dark hair. Zayn picked Kaiden up out of the highchair and put him on the floor. “All full from lunch. Come on sleepy boy,” he said, walking towards the nursery with the little boy following slowly him. As soon as they entered the nursery, Kaiden stopped and frowned. Zayn bent down to pick Kaiden up, but he dropped himself onto the ground, laying down in his stomach. Zayn sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Lately Kaiden hasn’t wanted to have his afternoon nap and due to Zayn being at work, you were usually the one to deal with it; not today though. “Come on buddy. You’re tired,” he said, reaching out to touch the little body. Kaiden screamed and kicked his legs. “No sleep. No sleepy,” he mumbled, frowning and kicking his legs again. Zayn took a deep breath and quickly scooped him up, carefully trying to put him in the crib. Kaiden stretched out, stiffening his arms and legs, not allowing Zayn to put him down. He screamed again, face turning red and tears filling his little hazel eyes. Zayn held him tightly to his chest as his cries turned to soft whimpers. “No sleep daddy,” he whispered, shaking his head. “Kade, buddy,” he whispered, “if you don’t want to sleep in the crib, how about a cuddle in mummy and daddy’s bed?” Kaiden sniffed and looked up, cheeks and eyes red. “Daddy is tired,” Zayn faked yawned, making Kaiden smile and snuggled into his father’s chest. Zayn rubbed his back and walked towards the bedroom and laying him down. He held out his arms, as Zayn climbed into bed, letting him curl up to him. As the little boy fell asleep, Zayn thought about how he was going to explain Kaiden sleeping in your bed to you when you got home.

- Holly

A/N: Would love to hear feedback on what you think. Or if you have any ideas for the series, let us know.

All writing/ideas is our original work. lipstickstaiin©

Useful To You - “SEPTEMBER”

Note: Sorry for the hiatus!  I am juggling a lot of writing projects, and I still have to do that article on meeting Danai…  Trying like hell to catch up.  Given I just updated this, you can totally see my priorities are shit.  Well, as far as fandom is concerned, maybe on point?  I dunno :P  

Michonne ran her fingers through Rick’s curls as he pressed his ear to her bare belly.  They were lying in bed, sheets, pillows and blanket somehow on the floor with their clothes after an intense lovemaking session.  Michonne chuckled.

“I’m sure he’s okay,” she said comfortingly. 

“Or she,” Rick said.  He gave her slightly rounded belly a kiss.  “Daddy’s sorry.”

“Daddy worries too much,” Michonne said, smiling at him.  He sat up and gave her a kiss.  “Do you want a girl?” she asked, curious.

Rick shrugged, smiling.  “A little girl to spoil and protect?

“Oh no–no spoiling.”

Rick sat up on his elbow next to her.  “Oh, you wouldn’t be able to stop me.  Hell, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. Wouldn’t want to.”

“What if it’s a boy?” she asked.

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