To our Shin Hoseok, to the boy who brings so much light into the lives of Monbebe, on your birthday I wish you nothing but infinite happiness. I hope that this next year shows you just how loved you are. You bring so much joy to those around you and I wish for you to receive that back tenfold. To the light of my life and the boy whose smile and laughter can cure anything, I wish you the happiest of birthdays. Never lose your light because “when you smile, Monbebe smile"💓💓💓
july 20th, 1993 //
With any sort of minority, issues of ostracization or misrepresentation are clearly rampant. It’s just so deeply rooted in our culture and there are so many levels that it trickles down from.It becomes an issue of diversity and equality and race and gender. In a parallel sense as well, there’s the issue of black characters being killed off first. I know that’s been a topic of conversation over the last couple of years. So these are huge-scale cultural and social barriers that we’ve established—and I guess now it’s time to start breaking them down.
A/N : Some weeks ago I was asked to
write a Phil version of LMAB. I said yes but totally forgot about it.
I’m really sorry about that. Thank you for the request. Here it
finally is. GF/N stands for girlfriend’s name btw. masterlist
“Look, that baby is adorable !” I
shouted with bliss and pointed towards a little baby girl in her
stroller. My hand was intertwined with Phil’s, my boyfriend of ten
years. Pardon, I meant to say husband. We got married this spring.
I’m still not used to being able to say that. The sun was out, life
was great. We were just strolling around the park next to our house.
About a week ago I decided that I’m ready for kids. Since then I’ve
been dropping hints but Phil was still totally oblivious. We have
talked about wanting kids quite often already. Every time we would
say ‘We’ll get married and after that we will get children.’ Well, we
have been married for 4 months now.
“You are right, she is super duper
cute” he agreed and we proceeded walking. At 3 pm we headed back to
our house because Dan and his girlfriend were going to visit us in half
an hour. I was in the kitchen,decorating the cake that I backed this
morning as the doorbell rang, announcing that our guests had arrived.
Phil, who knew that I was busy with putting whipped cream and
strawberries onto the cake, went to open the door.
“Hi, Y/N” Dan and GF/N shouted as
they opened the kitchen door to greet me. They were both smiling. We
all got on really well. Phil and Dan were obviously very glad about
that, because it meant that they could see each other quite often.
As Phil lead Dan straight to his Nerd
Room to show him the cool new things he bought, GF/N stayed with me
in the kitchen.
“The cake looks lovely” she
“You look lovely.” I stated with a
huge grin on my face referring to her huge baby bump. She started to
smile from ear to ear.
“Month five” she explained.
Although I was extremely happy for her
and Dan I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous and frustrated.
“How did you tell Dan that you want
to try for a baby ?!” I asked, a deep groan leaving my lips.
“Well, that was actually quite nerve
racking” she laughed before she continued. “First I questioned
our whole existence as a couple and then I said something about him
playing with Darcy and our future. And BAM he shouted ‘Let’s make a
We both started laughing and I poured
some water into a kettle to make tea.
“I’ve been dropping hints for weeks !
He still hasn’t got the message.” I whined nearly angrily.
“Make them even more obvious, men can
be really oblivious sometimes. If that doesn’t work just tell him.”
she advised me and helped me carry some plates to the coffee table in
the living room.
Super obvious hints that was my mission
for the day now. After we had some tea, Phil had coffee of course,
and ate too many slices of my strawberry cake Dan and his girlfriend
went back to their flat. We said our goodbyes and I collected all the
dirty plates. Phil got up from the sofa to help me do the dishes. He
pressed a light kiss onto my cheek as he stood next to me in front of
“I guess a had too much cake. I
literally look like I’m pregnant” I joked, pointing to my stomach.
“There is no such thing as too much
cake.” Phil laughed, shaking his head.
Fail number one.
We sat down on the couch next to each
other after we were done and turned on the TV. The evening news were
on so we both got our laptops out and started scrolling through the
internet. “Remember the little girl in the stroller today ?” I
asked him, while he read an article about gay penguins online. He
nodded his beautiful head.
“Well, that was an multifunctional
stroller. I want one of these high technology ones when we have
kids.” I said and looked at him with big eyes.
“You can have everything you want,
honey.” Phil said and kissed me softly. He was cute, no doubt, but
that was not the freaking answer I wanted. 'How oblivious can
somebody be ?’ I asked myself losing patience since that was fail
“Harry Potter is on, darling.” he
informed me since my eyes were still glued to my computer screen. He
knew me too well to not dare and change the channel. I smiled happily and cuddled into
Phil’s side. He wrapped one arm around me and rested his head on top
“I saw a Pikachu onesie for toddlers on Tumblr today.” I
whispered tiredly half way through the movie, resting my hand on
Phil’s tummy. “Wouldn’t it be cute if you and our child matched ?”
I asked him running, my fingers trough his dark hair.
“There is so much amazing stuff out
there to buy.” he mumbled, his eyes not leaving the screen. I let
go of my husband, my cheeks flushing red with anger. I sat up
straight and glared at him.
Fail number 3. Strike
“Phil are you doing this on purpose
?” I shouted, making him jump. He literally looked like a lost
puppy,confusion plastered onto his face.
“I don’t get it, honey. What did I
do. I’m so sorry.” he waffled concerned.
“Baby, I have been dropping hints
about wanting to make a baby all day. They were so obvious.” I
whined, and threw my hands down onto a sofa cushion.
“Do you not want to have kids?” I
asked him hurt. My heart was racing, scared of the possible answer.
He threw his hands up in defence and
readjusted his glasses.
“Of course I want kids. I guess I’m
just really stupid and slow. I really love you.” he mumbled and
felt sorry although he didn’t have to. I smile spread across my face
and I felt a huge weight fall off my shoulders. I told him off for
putting himself down.
“Can we just fuck and make a baby already ?” It wasn’t really a question but a demand.
In one swift motion I climbed onto
Phil’s lap. I forcefully grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him into a
passionate and hungry kiss.
“Wait, you mean now ?!” he
stuttered out of breath as our lips parted. He swallowed hard and I
saw how his cheeks grew red. I eagerly nodded my head and attacked
his neck with kisses.
A throaty moan left his lips and he
buried his fingers in my hair.
“Here?” he gulped as I ran my hands
under his shirt.
“Yes, let’s do it.” I seductively
whispered, feeling a bulge grow in pants underneath me.
request ; Here is my request: cuddly Theo. He’s sick, or you’re sick, (I don’t care I’m not picky) and the two of you just cuddle and talk and stuff, and it’s very fluffy and cute :) please and thank you.
word count ; 1046
warnings ; none.
a/n;i made theo the sick one, bc i had many ideas. also, this isn’t exactly that fluffy, but tbh i loved it. the imagine title & the cody gif makes me go all asfngsnfljgk if u get what i’m sayin’
Theo Raeken was, without a doubt, the biggest baby when it came to being sick. You pardoned him only because werewolves weren’t supposed to get sick, so when they did, it was a hell of a lot worse than a human getting a minor cold. He was your boyfriend, so you took care of him as he always took care of you, but he was really goddamn annoying when he was sick.
You were busy in the bathroom, searching his cabinets for an Ibuprofen or an Advil to ease your pounding headache, all credit to your wonderful boyfriend’s incessant moaning and groaning. You heard him let out another loud cough, then a sneeze, then he groaned really loudly. You rubbed your temples, sensing what was coming next.
“Babygirl,” he called, voice raspy. He only used that nickname when he wanted something, or during sex. Obviously you weren’t having sex. “Can you get me some water?”
“Sure thing, babe,” you called back, your tone betraying your slightly pissed off mood. “You want a blanket, or a damn foot massage, while we’re at it?” You grumbled the last part under your breath, though Theo heard it anyway. Damn that boy and his werewolf hearing.
“That’d be nice, baby, but I can tell you were being sarcastic so I won’t suggest it,” he said teasingly as you entered the room, throwing him a bottle of water and rolling your eyes. You plopped down into one of his armchairs, arms folded with a scowl on your face. “Aw, lighten up sweetie, I was joking. Don’t be mad, I appreciate everything you do for me. I swear.”
“Mhm,” you mumbled, examining the top of his desk for some sort of book or magazine.
“Y/N, baaaabyyy,” Theo whined, realizing you weren’t paying enough attention to him. Kicking his sheets back to make room for you, he whined, “Baby, baby, babygirl, baby, babe, love of my life, sunshine, princess, beautiful, angel, lovely, darling, sweetheart, Y/N!!!”
“What now?!” You exclaimed angrily, dropping one of his snapbacks that you had been examining on the floor and turning your head toward him. He could almost see the fire blazing in your eyes, the way your jaw was clenched and your eyes narrowed. He couldn’t help but tease you a little bit, poking fun at his girlfriend was one of his favorite pastimes, even when he was sick. You were cute when you were angry.
“Cuddle me?” He smiled broadly, holding his arms out for you. Despite your previous annoyance, you laughed, walking over to his bed and settling in beside him. His arms went around your waist as he snuggled further down, his head resting on your stomach. Your fingers ran through his hair, something only you were allowed to do. He became beyond irritated when someone other than you messed his hair up playfully, or even tried to touch it. You were the obvious exception, a content smile gracing his face as his shut, your touch soothing him.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, hands running up and down your waist. You had smooth skin, he noticed.
“You can’t even see me,” you giggled, tracing his jaw with your finger. He was letting his beard grow out, stubble decorating the lower part of his face. You loved the stubble and the beard sort of thing, which was the reason he was growing it out.
“But I just know, I’m picturing you right now,” he smirked, eyes still closed. You laughed again, shaking your head. You knew what he was picturing, and it certainly wasn’t your face.
“Do not try to dirty talk me while you’re sneezing and coughing all over me, Raeken,” you said, hitting his shoulder lightly as he grinned slyly up at you.
“I’m…I’m…I’m…” He didn’t get a chance to finish because he sneezed, directly onto your shirt. You gasped, staring down at your top. “Well that wasn’t very sexy of me,” he snickered, watching as your expression went from calm and relaxed to seriously furious. He bit back the loud laughter that threatened to spill from his lips.
“You sneezed on my freaking boobs, you weirdo!” You shrieked with disgust, pushing him away from you as he laughed and laughed and literally would not stop. When he finally recovered, he went right back to his usual flirty self.
“Want my help cleaning up?” He quirked his lips, eyes darting quickly to your admittedly tight shirt and then back up to your face.
“No, you’re sick and sweaty and sneezy and gross. But, I do need another shirt,” you said while Theo gave you a fake-offended look. You stood up, walking over to Theo’s dresser and stripping your soiled shirt, replacing it with Theo’s old, but still his favorite, basketball jersey. “How do I look?” You asked, giving him a spin and smiling. You were definitely keeping the shirt, you thought. Payback for sneezing on your own favorite shirt.
“Beautiful as always, even more so with my name on your back,” he declared, pulling you back into bed and not even caring that you were going to steal his shirt after you left. You cuddled into his side, Theo planting a kiss on your lips, the stubble that you adored purposely tickling your cheek. His hands ran up and down your bare arms, tracing patterns in your skin as your eyes drifted shut.
“Sorry I got mad because you were sick and being annoying,” you sighed dreamily, half asleep and loving the feeling of Theo’s strong arms wrapped you protectively.
“Sorry I’m such a baby,” he replied softly, knowing that you were going to be asleep soon and not wanting to wake you when you looked so relaxed and peaceful. “I’m your baby, though, so it doesn’t matter all that much.”
“Mm hm, my annoying baby who won’t shut up when his girlfriend wants to take a nap,” you murmured, opening your eyes briefly to give him a small kiss on the lips. “I love you, though.”
“I love you too, now go to sleep. I’ll watch you like you always watch me, alright? Sweet dreams, babygirl,” he gave you another gentle kiss on the forehead. That nickname had always been your absolute weakness, and evidently, so was Theo Raeken.