my god nathan you are 23 years old and i want your babies

3am (N.M)

Based on the request: Can you write an imagine were like it’s 3am and Nate and (Y/N) can’t sleep so they just lay there and they start talking about their future and (Y/N) brings up having a baby and she asks Nate if they were to have a baby what would he want it to be and he says a girl and talks about why and then she asks Nate if he wants a baby and he gets all shy about and finally admits he does and then it ends all cute? 💞💞💞

|2 IN ONE DAY HOLLA AT YA GIRL. This was requested months ago and I decided that I would get into my inbox and get some of these done J

|1.1k !!!!!! short and unedited !!!!!!!!!!!!!! request shit for me to write xoox


My eyes jump open for the 17th time in the past 30 minutes. The couple upstairs are so fucking inconsiderate it’s unreal. We’ve been here for 3 months, they’ve been here for 3 years. They kindly asked us on our move in day if we could keep the noise down, which we took into consideration and did.

Maybe they should take their own fucking advice.

“Could they be any fucking louder?”

“You mean, ‘fucking any louder’?” Nate counters with a snort, turning on his side to face me. I roll my eyes back with a laugh and turn my head to look at him. “At least someone’s getting it in.”

“Hey, I said we could, you’re the one that doesn’t want a bloody dick. Pussy.”

“It’s disgusting! I don’t want vagina blood on my dick!” Oh my God, he’s such a fucking wimp! It’s just a bit of fucking blood, jeez. It’s not like he’s going to get an infection or some shit.

“I don’t want your dick in my vagina anyway.”

“You so do.” Nate laughs and wraps an arm around my waist. “We’ll be baby making in 3 days, I’ll find a way to hold up.”

That’s something to think about. “Maybe we should actually baby make.” It’s something that I’ve been thinking about recently, actually.

“What? Right now?”

“I can’t get pregnant right now but, in 3 days I can…”

“Really?” He asks, raising his eyebrows up, a small crease adorning his forehead. “You wanna have a baby?”

“Well, maybe? I guess I do. What about you?”

I’m turning 30 next year. Nate’s 31 already. All of my girlfriends from school and college are getting married (or are married) and having kids now. I’m the only one out of my old friendship group that isn’t married and doesn’t have or isn’t expecting a baby.

I always wanted kids but it just hasn’t happened yet. When I first met Nate, he was 23 and he straight up told me that he was in the prime of his life, he doesn’t cuff and probably won’t ever cuff, ever. 3 months later, he asked me out and we’ve been together ever since.

“Yeah, I do. Only because I’m with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Like, 10 years ago, I was touring all the time, I had girls throwing themselves at me and I couldn’t imagine a life any different from that. I never thought I’d have what we have now, then. Now I have this, I want what I didn’t then.”

Just last year, Nate decided to finish with his music. He thought that he was too old to be making the kind of music he was and that he was ‘way too old’ for the fanbase he was attracting. I completely disagreed with him, he’s not too old for anything. But, it’s his music and his career, he can choose to do whatever the hell he wants with it.

“Aw, I think.”

“Yes, you should be ‘aw’ing.” He kisses my cheek and rolls me onto my side so we’re both facing each other. He grins at me, his eyes crinkling with his smile. “We’ve been together for 8 years, I’m not touring anymore, I don’t really record much now, I’m just making beats and producing for other people. I have so much more time here with you. I have so much more time to have a baby; to be there for it, and for you, and to see it grow up and, you get what I’m saying. I have the time to actually be a dad now.” He shyly whispers, his eyes meeting mine slowly. “I’m so in love with you and I couldn’t imagine me saying this to anyone else, ever.”

I’ve never known Nate, my Nathan Maloley, to talk like this. He’s never been the one to get emotional, not with me, not with his friends, the only person he’s ever truly and deeply opened up to is his mother. I’ve only seen him cry 5 times in the 8 years we’ve been together. And each of the 5 times were because of the fans. Not that he’s crying now, but that was the most emotional I had ever seen him.

“Nate, baby…” I really don’t know what to say to him. I might start crying in his arms. “Are you being serious? You want to have a baby with me?”

“You’re the only person who I want to mother my children.”

“You’ve thought about it before?”

“I mean, yeah…” His arm pulls away from my waist and it goes to scratch the back of his neck out of embarrassment.

“What’ve you thought about?”

“You really wanna know?” I nod my head. Of course I want to know, I’ve thought about it before, too. I pull his arm away from his neck and drape it around my waist again. “Well, I imagined us having 4 kids. The first would be a boy. And we’d name him something really cute and adorable but it’d be masculine and strong at the same time, you know? Like, Kieran or Toby, or Reece! And then when he’s 2 or 3, we’d have another baby, another boy. And 3 years later, another boy. And our 4th would be a girl. She’d have 3 big brothers looking after her and beating up all the boys that do her wrong, after I’ve beat him up for hurting my princess, of course. And she’d have a really pretty name, like, a flower name or a gem name, because she’s precious, you know?

“And I always imagined, after we have our first, that’s when we’d get married.” Woah woah woah. Marriage? I’ve never heard the word ‘married’ come out of Nates mouth when he’s talking about our future. “He’d be our page boy and he’d be running around the venue, making everyone last and he would keep trying to get you to pick him up and he’d then be in all of our pictures…”

He slows off his words into thin air, finishing off his monologue with a deep sigh. I lightly trace my fingers against his jaw, “You wanna marry me?”

A light pink blush flushes his cheeks, something which I can only see with the moons illumination shining through our bedroom window. “Yeah…”

“Babe, don’t be embarrassed.” I grin, leaning up and leaving a light peck to his lips. “I want to marry you too.” Another huge, eye-crinkling smile adorns my beautiful boyfriends face. He gently grabs a hold of my chin and pulls me closer to him, delicately pressing his lips against mine.

We lay there, pressing small, light kisses to each other for a few minutes. When we finally pull away, Nate looks up at the ceiling – the couple upstairs had finally stopped. We could finally sleep.

“3:48am and we can finally call it a night.”

“Are you tired?” Nate asks as I lay my head on his chest. I nod my head, causing him to wrap his arms around my body and pull me tight against him. “Goodnight, my beautiful future wife and mother of my children.”


One Direction BSM Preference 1: You Sing a Song with a Member of The Wanted

Harry: It wasn’t that he wasn’t proud of you, because he definitely was. And it wasn’t that he wasn’t upset that you had chosen Jay McGuiness to feature in your first hit single, he was just worried. Worried that Jay would try to chat you up or get a little too handsy with you. So when you invited him to come to the set to watch the video shoot, he jumped at the idea and immediately said yes. Halfway through the shoot, he noticed that Jay was eyeing you a bit too much for his liking, or so he thought.

“Cut! Okay everyone, that was great! Take 5!” the director shouted out.

Harry slowly edged out of his seat and made his way over to the both of you. You were standing on the side of a bridge laughing at something Jay said when Harry “discreetly” laid his arm upon your shoulder and gave Jay a warning look.

“Something wrong mate?” Jay inquired.

Harry slightly shook his head. “No. I’m fine.”

You gave him a look while Jay only nodded his head and continued his conversation with you.

“Anyway, we should get together soon! I’ll take you for dinner! What do you like?”

“Well, I really like Chinese food, but I’ve been wanting to try this Mexican place down the street from my house.”

“That’s fine! Whatever you wanna do. I’ll come pick you up at 7? Tonight?”

You laughed. “What is this a date or something?”

Jay burst into laughter. “Yea, it totally is.”

That’s when Harry but in. “Okay no. You are a 23 year old man who has plans to take my little sister out on a date. No. That’s not happening and it never will happen.”

You shoved his arm off of your shoulder and gaped at him.

“Harry, he wasn’t asking me out. He has a girlfriend.”

You lean up to whisper in Harry’s ear, “He asked me to help him plan the engagement party.”

Harry turned red and immediately felt embarrassed. He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry mate. Best of luck to you and your bird.”

Jay just started chuckling. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

Zayn: You worked at a coffee shop playing songs on your acoustic guitar to earn money for your college tuition. And it really helped, considering the tips people gave you were always so big because well…you were just that good. 

You were performing one night when you spotted a man walk in with a baseball cap covering his head and a leather jacket perfectly snug onto his torso. It was only when he ordered his drink and muffin that you recognized him.

It was Max George. Of The Wanted. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were in love with the band. Even though Zayn utterly despised them, you couldn’t help but sing and dance along to their catchy music and wonderful lyrics. 

Halfway through your song, Max looked up and started watching you, propping his chin on his hand and smiling slightly. When you finished, he came up to you and gave you 10 bucks as a tip. 

“Thanks for cheering up my day, love.”

“Wait!” you called out, “Do you wanna sing with me?" 

He turned around slowly and smiled."I’d love to.”

From that night on, he always came back and sang songs with you every night you worked. You both loved singing together and there wasn’t a problem. Until Zayn showed up as a surprise that is…

“(Y/N)? What are you doing with…him?” he nearly spits out the word as you pack up your guitar and Zayn watches him take pictures with fans who spotted him.

You sighed. “Relax Zayn, everything is fine. He’s just helping me make more money for my tuition and plus, he likes singing with me." 

Max came over and slung his arm on your shoulder, nearly making Zayn twist his arm and break it in half. "So (Y/N) I was wondering…you wanna-”

Max didn’t even get to finish his sentence. “No.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “Sorry?”

“No. She is most certainly not going on a date with you. No. I’m not having it. The answer is no, and that’s final.”

You glared at him. “Last time I checked, I’m an adult now. I can make my own decisions. What were you gonna ask me Max?”

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to feature in one of our new songs. Your choice.”

You smiled wide and jumped up and down. “Yes! A million times yes!" 

"Aaand…a date wouldn’t be too much to ask for either, I hope?” Max nearly whispered, looking shyly at you. 

You smiled back and bit your lip. “It’s a date." 

Zayn just glared at the two of you, but was slightly happy on the inside for his baby sister.

Liam: You were a cover artist on YouTube, so when you asked everyone on Twitter what they wanted to you to cover for them next, you were a little surprised when Siva Kaneswaran of The Wanted tweeted you, saying he wanted you to cover Show Me Love. You were so excited that THE Siva tweeted you, after all, he was your favorite member of the band. So you DM'ed him, and when he came over to your house to shoot the video, Liam was a tad confused when he opened his door to find Siva standing there, his tall frame enveloping the doorway.

"Can I…help you?” Liam asked cautiously.

“Oh hi Liam, I’m looking for (Y/N). We’re supposed to do a cover together today..?” Siva told him.

Liam raised his eyebrow and was about to say something when you came rushing down the stairs.

“Hey Seev!” you called out to him, “Glad you could make it!" 

"Not a problem!” he called back, moving around Liam so he could get to you at the bottom of the staircase. 

“(Y/N), you never told me Siva was coming over..” Liam trailed off, hoping that you would remember that today was you guys’s day out.

You looked at him, feeling a little guilty. “I know! I’m sorry, I completely forgot to tell you. I swear, we’ll be done in like 15 minutes." 

"Are you guys..” Siva started out, gesturing to the both of you, “”

Both you and Liam stared in horror at Siva. “Oh no! We’re brother and sister!”

Siva started laughing, clearly embarrassed, “Oh! I’m so sorry. I should’ve known really, you guys look so much alike…sorry.”

You smiled. “It’s okay. C'mon! Liam, wanna watch?" 

Liam smiled a bit and nodded, following you and Seev up to your room so you guys could shoot one fabulous cover.

Niall: Nathan Sykes was your best friend. And well…Niall was okay with that. He actually really liked Nathan. You guys got along so well and you could practically do whatever you wanted around each other without making things awkward or getting mad or what not. He liked the friendship that you guys had, and he also liked knowing Nathan was there for you when he was on tour to keep you company. 

Niall came home from an impressively long day at work to find you and Nathan sitting in front of a roaring fireplace with a guitar in your hand and a keyboard to the side of Nathan. You both were laughing your heads off over God knows what.

"Hey guys!” Niall chirped, walking into the living room, “whatcha doin’?”

You looked up at Niall, “Um…Nathan had a really bad breakup today, so I thought I’d invite him over and have him spend the night for a few days to cheer him up. That okay?”

Niall looked at Nathan’s red, tear stained face then looked at you. He smiled. “Sure, why not?”

Nathan smiled a bit, “Thanks mate.”

“We’re about to sing some songs! Wanna join us?” you asked, surprisingly happy. 

“Ye, sure. I’ll go get my guitar.” Niall smiled.

He chose to sit out the first song, just so he could hear you two sing. The entire time, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you two. You both were so happy, and very very talented. It was so much fun watching you two together, it was like magic. 

By the time the song ended, he had his lighter high up in the air, swinging it and waving it around. 

“Okay, this time, me and you.” you gestured between you and Niall.

“Let’s do this!”

Louis: When a certain video of you singing at the boys’ concert for fun came floating around, Tom Parker knew he had to get you as a feature in one of his band’s songs. He DM'ed you on Twitter, asking you if you’d like to come down to the studio and meet the boys. You jumped at the idea, and consented straight away. However, you never told Louis. Which was bad, considering he was your legal guardian; so on the day of the recording, you texted Louis telling him to meet you at the studio. When he got there, he wasn’t exactly happy to find you singing in the booth with Tom standing right next to you.

“Hold on a second.” you say, slipping your headphones off and exiting the booth to go where Louis is standing. 

“Give this a chance.” you said quickly.

“Why should I?” Louis hissed, crossing his arms over his chest, “You’ve obviously been lying to me.”

You rolled your eyes, “I haven’t been lying to you Lou, I just wanna give this a chance. Good things can come from this, extraordinary things!”

Lou stood there, staring at you, looking at Tom, taking it all in. He knew he shouldn’t be this angry, his sister was only wanting to do what she wanted to do. After all, it’s not like Tom is a descendant of Satan or anything, he can just get really aggravating sometimes.

“Alright then.” Louis finally spoke up, “Show me what you got.”

You smiled and went back into the booth and when you started singing, it was magic. Beautiful. Then the rest of the boys joined in, and Louis actually really liked it. Tom even gave him a thumbs up during his solo. 

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

A/N: Not my best. Sorry :l

I’m also aware Jay doesn’t have a girlfriend, let’s just pretend he does though, kay?