Imagine Marius trying super hard to impress JVJ the first time he meets him and he’s just stumbling over his words and messing up and he’s just a massive bundle of nerves. And JVJ is there like “ yes hello I am the serious father” but like he’s just dying because oh my god bless this boy.
And then they have dinner and they go to say grace and JVJ is like
“Our father who art in heaven
thank you for blessing us with this food
And Lord, if you’re listening, let Marius Pontmercy know that he is welcome in my house and to my family and that the plate he accidentally broke that Cosette sneakily cleared away was an ugly plate and I’m glad it is broken.”
And anyways he can no longer keep a straight face and he bursts out laughing, followed not long after by Cosette and Marius feels like he could cry from relief and he’s so happy.
Summary: Draco decides to visit America before he gets married to Astoria Greengrass, fulfilling a pact his family has made with hers. It’s a last-minute trip he wants to take before he settles down to fulfill his duties as a Malfoy. Until he meets you, and you change his whole life.
Word Count: 3,073
A/N: Another daydream of mine with my beloved Draco. Hope you all enjoy!
Draco blinked and met his mother’s
Narcissa Malfoy gave him a
thin-lipped smile, embarrassment across her otherwise-stoic features. “Are you
with us, dear?”
Draco, in fact, wasn’t in the room.
His mind had been wandering ever since his father began to talk about business
and how he was seeking to invest his Galleons into worthy ideas. Nothing that
really interested Draco. His passion was found in cauldrons, steaming potions,
watching them change colors as Draco neared the discoveries of spells and
concoctions that would help the wizarding world throughout the planet.
Yet his parents weren’t so fond of
his chosen career path. They called it a hobby, didn’t acknowledge Draco’s
efficacity in it, and Lucius incessantly insisted that Draco meet with him
weekly to go over the family’s interests and what to do to bring even more
fortune to the Malfoy household.
The war had been unkind to his
family. Pureblooded thinking had been shunned and Lucius Malfoy had been forced
to swallow his pride and beliefs to keep going forward, to try to fix the
wrongs that had tarnished his household when he had chosen the wrong side.
Drive down the shoulder of the road? Enjoy your fine.
I’m a New Yorker, and like all New Yorkers who drive, I hate cabbies and livery drivers with a fiery passion. I don’t hate someone just because they happen to be one of these drivers, but such a large percentage of them are perfectly happy to speed through traffic, never use a turn signal, cut you off, fuck over tourists, rapidly weave across lanes to pick up a fare, etc… that it’s hard not to generalize.
Anyway, I drive on Van Wyck Expressway every day. Everyone from the area knows that the Van Wyck has been perpetually under construction pretty much since it opened (Seinfeld even has a bit about it). Traffic is frequently congested, but it would more or less move along except that many drivers feel they’ve found a magical shortcut by cutting down the emergency shoulder, then when the shoulder runs out, they have to force their way over. This slows down everyone.
I have a dashcam on my car, and a few months ago, I got footage of a black livery SUV went speeding past me on the shoulder. I reviewed the footage later, and you can see the license plate clear as day.
I decided to check out the Taxi and Limousine Commission’s website, and found they have a very easy online form to file out a complaint about a taxi or livery driver. I filled it out, and uploaded the video as well as a couple of stills taken from it.
It was a long process, but a prosecutor for the TLC called me to discuss what happened, and they confirmed that the driver was indeed in violation of TLC rules, and would have to attend a hearing, and asked that I be available to participate in the hearing by phone as well.
On the date of the hearing, I called in and summarized what happened. I disconnected after that, so I’m not sure what the driver’s side of the story was, but it must not have been persuasive, because today (about two weeks later), I received an e-mail saying he had been found guilty, and given a $700 fine.
- Bucky walks your daughter to preschool - based off (x)
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Groaning you reached blindly for the phone on your nightstand. “Hello?” you mumbled into the phone your voice half muffled by your pillow. Bucky wakes up just to hear you say “I’ll be right there” and he rolls over to face you with a sigh.
“Did you get called into work?” he asks, knowing you were beyond tired after working yesterday at the hospital.
“They need me” you reply, already getting out of bed. Searching through your clothes you look for your scrubs, Bucky sat up and watched you practically run around the room . “Oh and babe, Layla has preschool in two hours” you reminded him with a quick peck before closing the bathroom door. Bucky let’s out a soft groan before flopping back down on the bed.
Layla was your delightful four year old whose biological father had run out the moment things got too hard. Luckily you had started dating Bucky about a year ago and thanked the universe everyday for sending him into your life. They were like two peas in a pod and it warmed your heart to see them get along so well. For the past two weeks you had made sure to roster your shifts so you could walk her to her new preschool but today Bucky would have to do it alone and it daunted him.
“Sherlock!” Mrs. Hudson called from downstairs. “It’s
Sherlock hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could.
“Ah, (y/n). Finally. John and Mary are preparing dinner upstairs and I’ll be
heading out for a bit.”
“Sherlock!” You said, exasperated. “You promised you’d stay.
Even if you had a case. It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake.”
“I hate Christmas.” He said with a sneer. “It brings about
carolers and holiday cheer.”
“Oh, Sherlock. Promise me you’ll still come home for dinner
“Food is for the weak and I told everyone not to get me
anything. I also did not get anything for anyone else…” He said trailing off.
“Fine. I promise I’ll be home for dinner and presents.” He
said rolling his eyes. “Even if I don’t eat and I don’t have presents.”
“Good boy.” You said smiling brightly. You bounced into the
building away from the cold, chilling air of London. Sherlock moved past you
and into the freezing air.
“I’m not a boy (y/n). I’m a man. A very smart one at that.” He
said quickly, as if in a rush, which to be honest he probably was. He then
briskly walked away. Mrs. Hudson gave you a sad smile.
“Sorry about him dear. That’s Sherlock though. Always
dashing about. Anyhow, might you come up for a spot of tea? John and Mary’s
food smells so delicious.”
You smiled kindly at her, “Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Thank
“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock’s loud voice rang from downstairs.
“I’m back for Christmas dinner.” He said in a disgusted tone you could tell he
wasn’t really trying to hide. He walked upstairs quickly, taking the steps two
at a time. He walked past you hastily, using his coat to conceal something that
he was carrying. “Mrs. Hudson, John, (y/n) don’t wait up. I’ll be in my room
wrapping things up. I’ll be back in a wink.” He said winking at you. You
blushed profusely. Trying to cover it up, you said, “Shall we start eating?”
“Of course.” John said with a happy smile.
“Mary, the pie looks delicious.” You said to her.
“Oh, I didn’t make it. John did. He’s a great baker.” She
said bragging slightly about her wonderful husband.
“Well then John, it looks simply divine.” You said excited
to dig in to the wonderful looking food.
Time Skip – After Dinner
“Oh, the meal was so scrumptious.” Mrs. Hudson commented, a
little bit sleepy from the meal.
“It was.” You said, a
bit sleepy yourself. “It was too bad Sherlock didn’t eat anything.” You said
clearing the last of the plates from the table. As if on cue Sherlock emerged
from his room.
“Time for presents.” He said lazily, as if bored with the
whole affair and idea of Christmas. Little did you know, inside he was having a
silent panic attack. He secretly slipped something under the tree.
“Ok.” You said giddily, smiling like a child. “I’m excited
to see what you got me Mr. Holmes.” You said nudging him in the side.
“Nothing.” He responded. “I told you earlier that I didn’t
get anyone anything.”
You looked down, slightly saddened by this sentence. Your
Christmas cheer was being ruined by Sherlock.
“You know you don’t have to be such a spoilsport.”
“I actually do.”
“The idea of buying people presents gives some people
anxiety. Anxiety about not getting the right thing. In fact, it is
scientifically proven that people have more stress around the holidays.” He
said with a completely straight face.
“Really Sherlock? You don’t buy people presents because
you’re afraid you’ll get the wrong thing?”
“That is what I said, yes.” He said rolling his eyes.
“Sherlock… We’re your friends. We’ll be happy with anything
you give us.”
“Really?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Last Christmas John
said he loved my gift. He lied. I read his body language. He was not at all
pleased with my gift. I was given a mental talent for reading people and it is
a blessing and a curse. Let me ask you something, (y/n). Do you sometimes wish
I were a normal person? That I’m unable to read people like a book?”
Without missing a heartbeat, you answered his question
honestly, “No. You are perfect. If you weren’t the way you were you would never
have met me. You never would have been ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and I never
would have come to you with my case.”
He clasped his hands together, thinking deeply. “Hmm… You’re
“As I always am.” You said.
“Not always.” He corrected quickly.
You laughed. John and Mary came out of the kitchen. “What’s
so funny?” John asked.
“Nothing, nothing.” You said. “Let’s go. I can’t possibly
wait any longer. I can feel the presents calling to me.”
“Presents don’t talk.” Sherlock mentioned quietly.
“They do in my mind palace.” You said, teasing him.
He sighed tiredly, “Let’s just get on with the presents.”
John cleared his throat. “Ok then. Let’s see, first
present.” He picked up a box with green wrapping. He said out loud, “For Mary
and John, from (y/n).” You smiled as they unwrapped it together. They pulled
out a small onesie.
“It’s for the baby.” You said smiling brightly. “Do you guys
Mary turned to you. “Oh, (y/n). We love it!” She came over
to hug you.
John said, “Thank you (y/n). It’s a wonderful gift.”
You picked the next box. “For Sherlock, from John and Mary.”
You smiled at the couple as you unwrapped the present for Sherlock. You pulled
out a hat. You laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at the hat in
disgust. You smiled at Mary, “Thanks guys.” You looked at John and mouthed,
“I’ll make him wear it.” The next present was for Mrs. Hudson, from John and
Mary. It was a nice pink shawl. John and Mary had given you a nice coat that
matched Sherlock’s. The presents from John and Mary were all wonderful. Next,
it was your turn to give everyone presents. You had already given John and Mary
their present so you gave Mrs. Hudson hers. Sher pulled out a blouse, a skirt,
and a pair of heels all matching the same royal blue color. “Thank you, dear.” She
said smiling at you.
“Of course, Mrs. Hudson.” You said, matching her smile. Then
you handed Sherlock his present. He opened it and was surprised to see a brand
new blue scarf.
“Thank you very much, (y/n).” He said looking over at you.
You smiled at him, “Anything for you, Sherlock.”
Mrs. Hudson seemed to be ready to bounce out of her seat.
Sher quickly handed everyone their presents. Your gift was a nice jumper. “Mrs.
Hudson, did you knit this all by yourself?” You inquired.
“Yes I did.” She said quite proudly. Sherlock’s was a fancy
“Mrs. Hudson, where did you get this?” He asked.
“Oh, it was from a real fancy shop. I know you have a lot of
suits, but this one just seemed to pop to me. It would look perfect on you. I
mean you have all black suits; you never wear blue. I thought it would look
real nice on you.”
“Thank you. I like it.” He said cautiously, as if his words
might offend her. Everyone looked around. There were no more presents to be
opened. Everyone looked expectantly at Sherlock. They didn’t seem surprised,
however. They soon all packed up and left, save for Mrs. Hudson, who had gone
upstairs. You started to clean up the trash on the ground from the presents.
Sherlock watched you carefully, studying you. You had finished clearing all of
the wrapping paper from around the tree when a little twinkle from under the
tree caught your eye. You reached a hand under the tree and felt a box. You
pulled it out. It was a small box covered with shiny silver wrapping paper.
Carefully you turned it over, ‘To my dear (y/n), from your Sherlock,’ it said
in fancy writing on the wrapping paper. You turned to Sherlock and he gave you
a smile. “I didn’t want you to open it in front of everyone.” He said smirking
at your surprised face.
“Here, I thought you were a pompous jackass who was too good
to get anyone anything.” You commented, joking lightly. Sherlock only rolled
“Open it.” He said. “Before I change my mind and return it.”
“Now I know what you meant when you said you were in your
room, ‘wrapping things up’. You meant it literally, that you actually were
‘wrapping something up’. Gosh, you are clever.”
“I know.” He said, sarcastically. “Now open it.”
You excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside was a
black square velvet box. You gasped in surprise. It was from Tiffany’s. You
traced your fingers along the velvet on the outside of the box. “What is it?”
You asked Sherlock, looking over at him. He only smiled mysteriously.
“Open it and see.”
You opened the box to see the diamond necklace you had been
drooling over for a long time every time you passed the window of Tiffany’s.
“Sherlock! You didn’t have to get me this.”
“I actually did. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how every
day when we walked past the store you looked longingly and lovingly at this
necklace. I read John, I can read you too.”
“Sherlock! This is just too much. I-I” You were at a loss
for words. You looked down at the box and noticed there was another, much
smaller, box inside. You picked it up. “Sherlock… What’s this?”
He stayed silent. So you took the box carefully in your
hands and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. You gasped. “Oh
my. Oh my gosh.” You looked up at Sherlock. He smiled mysteriously.
“I see no need to get on one knee and all so I’ll just say
it. Will you (y/n) (y/l/n) the most beautiful and clever and kind and funny
person I have ever met and also my favorite human being in this entire wretched
world, agree to be my wife?”
“Yes, Sherlock. Yes of course I’ll be your wife.” You stood
up to hug him and as you hugged you noticed a small green plant hanging on top
of Sherlock’s head. You smiled. As you pulled apart from the hug you pecked
Sherlock on the lips.
“What was that for?” He questioned.
“Tradition.” You responded with a smirk.
“I hate tradition.”
“Is there anything you don’t hate?”
“I don’t hate you.”
You smiled softly. “Hey, don’t get soft on me now Mr.
Going with Harry to tape the BBC Radio 1 interview with Grimmy (Fluffy af)
Or when you have to keep secret that you filmed a video question for Harry…
“Nervous?” you ask before taking a large bite of toast with butter and jam.
“It’s just a normal chat with Nick,” he wipes the crumbs from your lip before you can swat his hand away, adding, “I’m just nervous for it to air.”
“Yeah, too bad we can’t be on the beach with Nicky when that happens,” you smirk from your perch on one of the tall stools by the breakfast bar.
Harry smacks your thigh lightly from his seat next to you, nearly spitting out his tea. “You know he hates when you call him that,” he tilts his head to the side as his body shakes silently with laughter.
“‘S’why I call ‘im that,” you say with a mouthful of jam.
note: this is the first part of a drabble series that I’m planning to write inspired by songs. I don’t know how frequently this will be updated, it’s more of a when the mood strikes me kind of thing. this first drabble in inspired by Harry Styles’ from the dining table ♥
pairing: jimin x reader
“Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too.”
The amber coloured light that sifted in through the old window gave your bedroom a strange, melancholic feel. The dirty coloured glass diluted the pure light into something unclean, the strange hue it filled the place with made you want to pull the pillow over your head once more.
Early morning sunlight was always unforgiving, it never failed to expose what would rather remain unseen.
You knew that escaping into the darkness of your pillow wouldn’t truly resolve anything. The unpleasant light wasn’t the real problem.
By now you were certain your bedroom was cursed.
It was cursed with Park Jimin.
It was in here, on the very bed that you know lay your broken body, that he had slept. More than that, he had rested in these exact same sheets, the off white ones you hadn’t gotten around to washing yet. And he had sat on your desk chair, and he’d picked up the small rusty trinkets that decorated various shelves and his fingers had glided across your large collection of DVDs. It was quite possible that there was not a single thing in this room that had not been infected by Park Jimin, yourself included.
Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 1878
Warnings:Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I needed some time. I’ve got the next few chapters just about ready to go…and I’m gonna try and make them hurt ;) yay angst!
Natasha successfully slammed you to the mat for the sixteenth time in a row you
finally cried ‘uncle’ and ended the hour long workout/torture session. You’d come here to kickbox and beat the holy
hell out of a bag but a certain spider had other ideas.
deserve this,” you groaned. Your chest
heaved as your lungs strained for breath.
The amorphous blob of a sweatshirt you insisted on wearing while
exercising was soaked with sweat and made you feel as if you were slowly
cooking in one of Hell’s saunas. “This
is why I hate exercising.” Nat extended
a hand to pull you to your feet but you shook your head dramatically on the
mat. “No, just leave me here to
die. I quit. You go out and fight the good fight. I’ll save my skills and start a nice, quiet
dart league or somethin’.” Natasha
rolled her eyes and kicked your leg.
“No, seriously. I retire my
knives to you. My guns, throwing stars,
all of it. Take care of Ferd for
me. Tell him his mummy loved him,” you
wailed with a huge fake sob.
Summary: After finding you with Liam, Scott decides to teach you some respect (I realise that makes it sound like cheating, but it’s not dw !)
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: THIS IS SMUT ! +deals with the alpha/beta/omega dynamic to a certain extent
A/N: AaaAAAaahhh my first Teen Wolf smut! I really hope people enjoy reading this :) You’ve got to wait a while for the smut, but it’s worth it - believe me ;)
If you’re new to my blog, hey! I hope you stick around for a while <3
The harsh words of your alpha seem to ripple through the room, anger pulsating in every direction. You glance up, only to see his red eyes flickering dangerously between you and the naked boy to your left.
“What?” Liam’s voice cracks, wavering with a slight fear. You tilt your head to the side to see him frozen, hands clenched around the bedsheets.
“I said,” Scott moves further into the bedroom, his deliberate footing sending a thrill of anticipation down your spine, “Get. Out.” You stay still, knowing that the words are only aimed at the boy you’ve spent the last hour fooling around with.
Keys on the side table, shoes by the door, jackets hung in the hallway. It feels like home, Jack’s apartment. Bitty slices into the pie they baked together as Jack pulls plates from the cabinets, forks from the drawer. They move around each other easily, orbits falling into place like they’ve always been there, like this isn’t new.
It isn’t, not really. Not this part. They found a rhythm on the ice, in the Haus. In Georgia. It’s not this that’s different, the patterns of their movements coming together, it’s what comes later. When the food is cleared and the plates are put away, when teeth are brushed and socks are kicked off. Later when they slip between the sheets of Jack’s bed, side by side, and turn to each other with greedy hands and mouths, with hearts that race in tandem toward a newer, brighter goal.
That part’s new, and still terrifying sometimes, but Bitty wants and Jack meets him every time, touch for touch and kiss for kiss.
Bitty shivers, and hands Jack his plate. Watches as Jack takes his first bite, drinks in the flutter of his eyelids as they slip closed, the pursing of his lips around the fork. The way his mouth turns up at the corners.
The way he moans around something that is Bitty’s doing. This is Bitty’s doing.
He swallows and presses a hand to Jack’s chest, leans up to press a kiss to his jaw (savors the stubble against his lips). “I’m glad you like it,” he says, and knows that as he heads to the living room with plate in hand that Jack is right behind him.
I know it’s a day early but here we have one in which Harry fucks up because I hate Valentine’s Day and we don’t need any extra sappy-ness, ok? It’s hard enough being permanently single without having a special day to rub it in my face.
“Date night Tuesday, yeah? For Valentine’s Day?” Harry says as you lie your head on his chest. There’s a show on the telly at the end of the bed but neither of you are really paying attention, more interested in the whispered conversation you’re having. He’s been home for a while but soon he’ll be gone again and you wish you could keep him by your side like this forever so he could never leave. But Gucci clothes don’t buy themselves, do they? Oh but yes they do, you reason, when they’re sent to him for free.
“Gotta be seen to be wearing ‘em, makes everyone money,” he justifies with a small giggle.
“Yeah but I still don’t understand why they give the free stuff to the very people who can afford to pay for it? This is how rich people stay rich, you know? They don’t have to buy anything for themselves. I read that Lady GaGa got given a £10k place to stay for the Super Bowl for free by Air BnB, I mean, what the fuck?”
“Are you saying you don’t like the dress YSL sent you?”
“That is completely beside the point, Harry. Entirely. I can’t afford it, you can.”
“Oh, of course, sorry, I forgot you can’t afford anything with your multi-millionaire fiancé,” he rolls his eyes.
“Nope. What’s yours is yours until you get that ring on my finger,” you tease.
“Still think we should skip the big wedding and jus’ go t’ Vegas.”
“Your mother would kill us both,” you laugh. “And why Vegas, of all places? Could go anywhere in the world on our own and you choose Vegas?”
“When we’re in LA sometime…quick flight to Vegas, married an hour later, done.”
“Gosh, remember when I thought you were romantic?”
Read part 1 here 👉🏽https://issafandom.tumblr.com/post/160276487170/pregnant-zach-dempsey
The past few months had been draining for you. Between juggling school, pregnancy and hiding it all from your friends and family. You just felt like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders.
Although, some of the weight would soon be lifted. You and Zach had decided to tell your family today, together. You had invited Zach’s mum (Karen) and sister (May) over for dinner, not expecting them to be over the moon and throw you a parade, but, just supportive.
“You are so lucky I love you” Zach teased as he held your hair up and rubbed your back whilst you threw up into the toilet.
“Urm- don’t act like I’ve never done this for you before” you clapped back, flushing the toilet and standing to your feet. You walked over to the sink and began to brush your teeth. Zach stood behind you, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“When?” He inquired
“Bryce’s house and about 2 wine coolers later” you told him “You know you can’t handle your liquor”
”..yeah” Zach snapped, sounding a little irritated “ but that’s because they we’re strawberry”
“Light weight” you sang as you entered your bedroom, him right behind you. Zach had gotten a little clingy since you told him you we’re pregnant, you tried not to pay attention to it, maybe it was just a protective thing. You sat on your bed and unplugged your phone from your charger and began scrolling though Instagram.
Your stomached churned a little so you sat up as you bought you would have to suddenly dash to the bathroom again. The feeling soon passed. False alarm. “I don’t get it” you randomly announce
“Don’t get what?”
I mean, why do they call it morning sickness if it’s all day, every-fucking- day?” You asked, your eyes still glued to the screen of your phone.
“I don’t know babe…Maybe one of these could explain it to you” You looked up and noticed Zach holding a bunch of books in his hands.
“Here” he chucked one to you. The tile read ‘What to expect when your expecting’
“Holy shit babe, you know how much I love to read” you said sarcastically
"Ha. Ha. Ha” Zach fake chucked as he sat besides you. “Look, I know it’s early days but we need all the help we can get”
“I know” you winged, resting your head on his chest, “It just seems like one more book I need to cram into my head?”
"You’ll like it” he assured you “it has pictures and a little colouring in section at the back..”
You giggled as you hit him on his arm playfully “thank you, I love you”
"I love you more” Zach declared
You both lingered in each others eyes for a while, prompting Zach to make the first move. He caressed your cheek and pulled you into his lips. He was very dominating, gently forcing you onto your back and before you knew it his body was hovering over yours. Zach’s hands began to roam up and down your leg, gently squeezing your ass as he continued to kiss you.
“Zach?” You murmured, still attached to his lips.
You gently pushed him away, causing him to bite down on your bottom lip as you did so.
"You need to slow down, that’s how we ended up in this situation, Remember?”
He grunted “Fine. Whatever”
Zach’s mum and sister had arrived a little earlier than expected and offered to help set out the table. You sat in the living room with May, letting her braid your hair as you watched TV.
When the table was set you all came together and sat around it. And It was nice to see everyone talking and getting along and acting as a family. Zach then tugged on your arm, snapping you out of your trance to give him your undivided attention.
“Maybe- Maybe we shouldn’t tell them today” Zach whispered to you
"Are you pussy'ing out Zach Dempsey?” You teased
“Im not. It’s just. My mums not in a good mood”
You looked across the table and over to Karen. She had a huge smile plastered across her face and engaging in a convocation with your parents.
“I can tell” he added
You shrugged “she seems happy”
“Don’t be fooled” Zach muttered “She always does. She’s good at that”
"Zach” you warned “Man up, cos we’re telling them. To-day”
He sunk lower in his seat and began to tap his left foot (nervous habit).
"What are you two whispering about?” you mum asks, catching you both off guard.
“Nothing important” you tell her, causing her to just smile blankly at you.
An awkward silence fell over the table as everyone began to tuck in again. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to get it off your chest.
You sat upright “Actually..I, well Zach and I wanted to tell you guys something”
Your mum looked to your dad with concern, then back to you “What is it?”
"I’m pregnant” -was what you said, in your head. With both your parents staring at you, you just couldn’t seem to get the words out. You gently kicked Zach’s ankle as a cry for help.
Zach cleared his throat and everyone’s eyes landed on him “W-well..umm” he stuttered
"We’re having a baby” you chimed in, smiling awkwardly.
Everyone around the table went silent.
"That’s not funny guys” Karen said, topping up her glass with some wine.
You and Zach looked to each other then back to them “We wasn’t joking”
"Come on Y/N” your mum scoffed before biting down on a piece of celery “You think I wouldn’t know if you we’re pregnant?” She asked “helloo? I made you ok, I know everything about you”
“Actually, I would be the first to know cos Zach tells me everything” May said proudly as she folded her arms across her chest.
You began to feel anxious “…Well no..We didn’t say anything cos we didn’t know how you guys would react”
"But you don’t seem to be reacting at all” you tell them.
“Yeah cos we know it’s just a prank” Then your mum suddenly shot up and begin to adjust her hair as her eyes shifted around the room “Is this going on YouTube?”
"Y/N” your dad called so you turned to face him “How far along are you?” He asked, a serous tone in his voice
You couldn’t believe your dad of all people was the only one taking it seriously.
"I’m about..” you counted along on your fingers “6 weeks”
Karen clapped her hands in excitement “Is he in on the prank?”
"There is no prank mum(!)"Zach stressed- his voice raised a little
"And you waited this long to tell us?” Your dad continued to inquire
“As I said, we wasn’t sure how you guys would take it” you told him “I’m sorry dad”
Your dad just nodded, understandingly.
“No. There’s no fucking way our pregnant y/n” Your mum spat as she rose to her feet with an awkward smile on her face.
"And there it is” Zach mumbled under his breath.
“I mean, We’ve told you all there is to know about safe sex and contraception and birth control..” she ranted, looking to your dad for support.
"It just happened” you admitted before lowering your head in shame
“How? Did you poke a hole in the condoms or something?” Karen questioned
"Mum what the fuck?” Zach snapped
Offended, you let out a short breath “Why the hell would I do that?”
"I dunnoe” You watched as she took a huge gulp of wine “You had to trap him in your clutches somehow” she mumbled into the bottom of the glass.
“Excuse me?” Your mum questioned “Why would she want to ‘Trap’ someone like him when she can do so much better?”
"Mum” you warned
“Better?!” Karen yelled “Your daughter’s the one spreading her legs, didn’t you teach her any self respect?”
"Mum!” both Zach and May warned
“I didn’t raise y/n like that, your son probably pressured her into having sex with him” Your mum hissed
They continued to go back and forth for a while. Both these women blaming each other for raising their children wrong. Your dad and May kept quiet as Zach tried to intervene.
“Oh my god, SHUT UP!” You yelled now on the edge of your seat, immediately causing the women to stop “For fuck sake, can’t you guys hear the bullshit your saying to each other right now?!”
Karen and your mother slowly sat back down on their seats. Zach grabbed your shoulder to comfort you.
“Look ladies” Zach begun “We know this is a shitty situation and neither of us expected it to happen, but it is what it is, you just gonna have to deal with it”
"Zach, How are we suppose to deal with something like this?” Karen asks “Our babies are having a baby. That’s a huge fucking deal”
“Yeah, We know. That’s why we need you guys to support us” you say “So..will you?”
You waited a while for someone to answer.
“To be honest y/n..” your mum eventually replied “I am very disappointed”
Your heart sank a little. Hearing your mum say you was disappointed in you had hurt you a lot.
“I don’t want you to get upset but I just- I guess I just had a different plan for you in my head” She honestly admitted “But no matter what, I will always support you”
She picked up the wine bottle and wavered it about “I’m just gonna need a minute to get used to it, that’s all”
you threw her a short smile and she returned one.
"Have anything to say to me?” Zach questioned his mother, everyone’s attention turned to Karen.
“..It’s getting late” Karen announced as she begun to gather her things. Zach shook his head in disbelief “Come May, we’ll meet Zach at home”
You felt for Zach and rubbed your thumb over his clenched fists.
"Why don’t we clear these plates?” Your dad suggested to your mum and they the soon exited the room.
Zach waited for the door to slam shut before talking.
Request: Hey, I love your imagines and was wondering if I could request a newt x reader? Maybe where like newt and the reader are dating, or like engaged, and the reader is pregnant (but no one but she herself knows it). And like newt and the gang go into battle and the reader ends up passing out. And then when she comes too, they’ve found out she’s pregnant? And maybe like an argument with reader and newt about why she didn’t tell him). HIGHKEY ANGST ANGST ANGST THANK YOU AND MAYBE-JUST MAYBE SOME FLUFF
Word Count: 3,178
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Requested by Anonymous
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Pushing your chair back, you stand from the dinner table that Queenie, Tina, and Newt sit at, laughing over a joke Tina heard at work. Newt’s eyes shine when he glances at you, and he places three fingers to his lips to hide the growing smile. Blushing, you smile back and begin clearing the plates from the table.
Your ring clicks against Queenie’s plate when you lift it, and you don’t bother trying to hide the smile that appears. She’ll be able to read your elation anyway. In mock horror, Queenie turns to Newt. “Mr. Scamander, making her clear the table on her own? Is that anyway to treat your fiancée?”
Newt beams at your two-day old title. “I suppose it isn’t.” He places his balled-up napkin on the table, stands, and reaches to take the plates from you. “She shouldn’t have to lift a finger.”
You spin the diamond ring on your finger, melting under Newt’s look of pure adoration. Your stomach flutters and twirls. He tilts his head—such an adorable habit of his—and you want to be much closer.
Tina clears her throat, uncomfortable with the starry look the two of you are holding over the table. “Maybe we should go.”
Queenie giggles. “Come on, sis, let’s leave the two lovebirds alone.”
You tear your eyes from Newt’s dazzling ones. “Oh no, don’t –“ You start to say, but trail off at Queenie’s eye roll and understanding smirk.
The two disappear into the stairwell and close the front door as Newt sets the stack of plates down. The floor creaks as he steps around the table.
The smell of nutmeg, pine, and the wind surround you as Newt nears. His soft hand lifts yours, drawing it closer to his face where he can inspect the shimmering diamond.
“I’m glad you said yes.” A wisp of red hair drifts in front of his eyes as he lifts his gaze to yours, head still bent.
“I’m glad you asked,” you tease, heart hammering against your ribs like it wants to break out.
Newt drops your hand, smile quirking up the corners of his lips as he brushes a thumb over your cheekbone. “I would’ve been the biggest fool not to.”
“I can’t believe we’re engaged.”
“My mother’s going to have a heart attack when the owl arrives.”
Pairing: Jamilton and SO MUCH SMUT Warnings: Sex, dirty talk, begging, sass, teasing, political pursuits, Thomas Jefferson Word Count: 5745 A/N: This is my first official Tumblr Hamilton fic and I am so happy to have co-written it with @hamiltonwrotetheother51. Her fics are amazing and everyone should read them 5,000 times. I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to write with her, so go follow her and reblog all her stuff!
There will be a chapter two to this, I promise!
Chapter One: The Meeting
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
The grandfather clock in the Secretary of State’s office sounded ever so softly, but it was a nuisance to Thomas Jefferson’s ears. He grimaced. Hamilton was late for this meeting, as usual, and Madison was making it particularly awkward by remaining silent. Madison was a good friend, but he just wasn’t the most fun to be around. He was a mellow soul, and Jefferson needed a little spice. That was exactly what made this little meeting with Hamilton so worthwhile.
Jefferson’s dark brown gaze drifted over to Madison slowly, and he let out a small sigh. “See if Hamilton is outside, James. I’ll fill the glasses with wine,” he told the man as he rose to his feet. As Madison nodded and departed from the room, Thomas took the bottle of wine from the ice bucket and opened it with a pop. He wrinkled his nose slightly, wondering why on Earth he was wasting a bottle of wine of Hamilton. And a good bottle, mind him.
He shook his head, pouring the wine into three glasses that were set up on a small, round table. It had just enough room for the three men and their meals, which would be brought out by a maid as soon as Hamilton arrived. Jefferson completed filling the glasses and returned the wine to the ice bucket, then looked to the door expectantly for Hamilton’s arrival and Madison’s return.
When your phone buzzed during your Econ class, you didn’t even have to look at the screen to know who it was. You’d seen the weather report before you left your dorm room for class. Or rather, your roommate had commented about how a “fucking monsoon” was supposed to hit that afternoon before you left the room.
Considering what had happened last time there was a power outage, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know Niall was gonna call.
You quickly sent the call to voicemail and put your phone away, realizing your professor was giving you that disappointed look for having your phone out during class.
Once outside on the quad and out of the intense glare of any unhappy professors you tapped your voicemail and put the phone to your ear.
“Hey…” He cleared his throat, “It’s uh…it’s me. So…” He cleared his throat again, “Made some enchiladas and I could feed a small country with how much so if you uh…” He seemed to be stumbling a bit and it made you smile, “So if you wanna come over and help me eat em…I couldn’t think of a better way t’gain ten pounds.” He stayed quiet, “Call me.” He finished, hanging up the phone.
Summary: Sugar daddy Phil feederism fic where dan is really thin when he first starts because no money but Phil loves feeding him and watching him fill out
Author’s Note: A bunch of people loved this idea so here it is. This might be the weirdest thing ive written so feedback would be great. like would you guy’s want more of this type of stuff or do you prefer other kinks more? lemme know <3 lol at my title what does it even mean in the context of this fic (2.1k words) anyways i finished this earlier but didn’t get to post it til now sorry about that also happy valentines day! <3
I guess me dragging my feet isn’t really helping your hunger! Better late than never I suppose!
• A super picky eater.
• Will eat whatever S/o puts in front of him, but if he doesn’t like it, it’ll show.
• S/o is super nervous to cook for him at first.
• That fear is quickly smashed when he clears his plate and goes for seconds.
• Then thirds.
• Then fourths.
• How much can this man eat??
• If they’re making his favorite dish, they better make enough for an entire family or he’ll be heartbroken.
• At this point, eating is more a pleaser than a necessity for him.
• If S/o makes food for him, he’ll probably eat it in private (on account of his mask).
• Bursts into their office demanding to know where they bought the food.
• When they say they made it, he’s shocked, but immediately asks for more.
• It becomes something he looks forward to daily (not that he’ll admit it).
• Will fist fight anyone who says S/o’s cooking is bad.
• Doesn’t like most foods, but is good at hiding it until she’s finished.
• S/o decides to surprise her with a meal after a long day at work.
• Mercy is so touched by the sediment that she doesn’t even care if the food is awful.
• The food is not awful.
• It becomes a tradition almost.
• S/o surprises her with food a few times a month.
• Mercy becomes giddy every time she comes home and smells food cooking.
• Will often help if it isn’t done by the time she arrives.
• Will eat anything you put in front of her.
• Has probably eaten things past the expiration date and was like, “Haha, whoops!” And then went on with her day.
• D.va, please no.
• Probably asked S/o to make her something while she was busy.
• Ended up eating so much that she got a stomach ache.
• Basically begs S/o to cook for her now.
• Brags about them. All. The. Time.