More one shots with multiple ships…skip the ones you don’t like.
It wasn’t really something she wanted or planned, but quite frankly, it knocked the wind right out of her and she didn’t object to it. It was more like their relationship hadn’t seemed like the intimate type until now…Sure, they held hands and cuddled, but they never kissed, and were fine with that, or…at least she thought they both were.
But now here she was, pressed down against the couch as N was kissing her quite roughly and sloppily (making it quite obvious that this was his first time, and he had absolutely no idea how to do this) when not even five minutes ago, they were half way through a movie. It…it wasn’t bad, or gross, she just…she just didn’t expect it. Quite frankly, she didn’t think N even knew what kissing was until this very moment.
It was when he stuck his tongue in her mouth that it startled her enough to push him off of her.
“T-Touko…” N whimpered, crawling off of her obediently.
“N..I…just what was that? Where did that even come from? I mean, it was bad of you or I disliked it…but you haven’t even expressed interest in that before.”
“But…but…Touya said that since we haven’t kissed before that it meant we weren’t a real couple, and didn’t we didn’t really love each other, so…I panicked! I started kissing you because I love you and want to be a real couple!”
Touko inhaled sharply. “Oh, honey…you know that’s just Touya being the stupid butt of a brother he is, and trying to mess with you. He’s still mad we’re dating since you left…”
“Then…” N whimpered, looking up at Touko with lillipup eyes, “we are a real couple?"
"Considering the fact we have shared romantic attraction, are exclusively seeing each other, and we LIVE TOGETHER…I’d say yes, N. We are indeed a real couple.”
“Real couples don’t have to kiss?”
“No they don’t, but it is typically a perk that comes with a relationship along with other intimate activities as long as both parties are willing.”
“C…can we kiss, though? …I liked it.”
Touko exhaled through her nose, and smiled softly in response. “Yes we can, Champ, Thanks for asking this time.”
Wally sat up on the roof of the school, clothed in a cream colored lacy dress, light pink flats, and a pink ribbon tied in his hair. He pulled his knees into his chest and buried his bright red face in the stiff garment where he let out a couple of tears.
This was so embarrassing…and proved that he was nothing more than a joke to his classmates. He legitimately couldn’t believe he had been cast as the princess in the school play. Did they not know he was a boy? Sure, he wasn’t as strong as the other boys, but it wasn’t his fault he was sick. He ripped the ribbon out of his hair and clutched it in his palm. This was so completely unfair.
There was a light knock at the door to the roof, followed by “Wally, you up here?” which was easily identifiable as May’s voice.
He then heard footsteps, followed by May kindly asking “do you mind if I sit next to you?”
When he didn’t answer, she just plopped down next to him anyway, not saying anything.
Eventually he cracked, and sneaked a peek to see her dressed as his prince with a red military jacket, white pants,and black boots, complete with a stage sword in it’s hilt, strapped to her waist. He teared up a little bit more, remembering how it was even more embarrassing that the girl he so obviously liked got cast as his knight in shining armor to even further emasculate him.
“Oh, Wally…” May cooed, tuning to face him, so she could pull him into a hug. “It’ll be alright…I know it’s embarrassing, but I got cast as a boy, so maybe it’s an artistic choice, like in Kabuki theatre, and–”
“No, it’s not!” Wally cut her off, raising his voice, and revealing his bright red,tear streaked, runny nosed face. “You got cast as the prince because you’re cool and charming and dependable! But…but I got cast as the princess because I’m being made fun of! I’m wimpy and awkward, and I look like a girl, and I’m not cool or manly at all! Plus I have this big, stupid crush on you that everyone knows about, which is just icing on the cake for our stupid classmates!” He shouted, breathing heavily due to the fact his voice was almost never raised.
May let him calm down a bit before she mumbled “I think you’re cool…”
“I said I think you’re cool!” May squeaked as her face heated up, “I think you’re cool, and attractive, and gentlemanly, and you make me feel like a girl, which NO ONE does, and you’re super smart, and kind, and you’re just really cool, okay?” she took a deep breath, “but…even if you weren’t all those things, I think I’d still love you.” She whispered to him before giving him a quick peck on the lips.
She was about to pull away, but the adrenalin filled Wally pulled her back for another kiss, only longer.
When he let her go, May squeaked out with her face completely flushed “see? You’re super manly.”
Wally, mimicking the color of her face replied “m…maybe I am.”
Silver recalled his unconscious crobat, and rolled his eyes as he hissed “Oh, I give up. At this rate, I’ll never beat you.”
Lyra huffed and walked past him, giving him a good “boop” on the nose before she released all her injured pokemon from her pokeballs and trurned to face him. “Oh cheer up, Silvy. You managed to put a hefty dent in all my Pokemon. That’s never happened before! You’re improving.”
“Not enough” he growled, fishing through his bag for max revives, and other healing items of the sort so he wouldn’t have to make a trip to the pokemon center.
It was now Lyra’s turn to roll her eyes as she assembled her pokemon in a line, and walked to the furthest pokemon from Silver. “Alright.” She announced, placing her hands on her hips, “it’s time for Momma’s healing kisses. Whose ready?”
Her Pokemon cheered in response as Silver scoffed, like kisses would actually do anything.
“First up, one for my typhlosion.” she stated, before giving him a quick peck on his forehead. He smiled smugly at Silver who was currently pretending not to be jealous.
“One for my slowbro.” Lyra continued before giving him short, but sweet kisses on both of his paws.
“One for my vileplume…” Lyra then bent down and kissed her on the cheek, and the vileplume blushed like she always did.
Silver scrunched his nose and turned away as Lyra continued her kissing train as if he were completely repulsed. Jealousy was one thing he would never admit, because it was completely stupid, ESPECIALLY in this situation.
He continued to act like a grump until something caught him off guard. Lyra wasn’t calling her pokemon by their nicknames, she always called her “precious little babies” by the nicknames she oh so proudly came up with. Lyra was clearly up to something, and just as he turned to see what it was, Lyra had already made her way to him and proudly exclaimed “And last but not least, one for my Skitty!"
She then pulled him in and planted on on him real quick. Sure enough, the moment she let go, Silver went rigid and flopped to the ground as Lyra cackled mischievously.
This was the third time this week that little Cheren had heard Bianca crying in their secret base (that was really just the overgrown shrubbery between the two of their yards that had a tunnel system that everyone knew about, but only they used, cause they were the only ones small enough to fit) and this time, he had decided that enough was enough, and he really needed to get in there and see what the matter was.
He got on all fours and crawled through the small hole down a short path that led to a little circular area that was littered in blankets, toys, leaves, and a little crying Bianca in the corner.
The scene was more heart breaking than he imagined, and he timidly shuffled over to her before he put his small hand on her shoulder. "Bi…Bianca?”
“Cheren!” the small girl cried out, before she clung to him and cried into his shoulder.
He timidly pat her back. “What’s the matter, Bianca? Did your dad yell at you again?”
She nodded softly in the crook of his neck before looking up at him to reveal her teary eyes and runny nose. “I..I left some Legos out and daddy stepped on one…when I tried to say sorry, he just yelled at me and told me I was a very bad girl, and…and that I wouldn’t get any dinner!”
Cheren gasped at the severe punishment.
“Mommy tried to talk to him, but he only got madder and started yelling at her! Lately Daddy has bad breath and gets mad really easy…what if I lose so many dinners that I starve?!”
She started crying again, and Cheren pulled out his pocket tissue pack and instructed her to blow in one…she did, it was loud and gross, and he dropped the tissue immediately. He then took both of her tiny hands in his.
“Bianca, listen. I’m going to be 5 soon, I’ll then be 6, then, 7, then, 8…eventually I’ll be old enough to marry you, and take you away from this place. It’ll be just the two of us, and you can leave your toys out, and even if I step on them, I’ll never yell at you or make you miss dinner. Does that sound good?”
“It sounds wonderful!” She beamed, embracing the four year old boy in a hug. “I wanna marry you now, Cheren!”
Cheren then gripped her by the shoulders, “I wanna marry you too, Bianca…but we cant until we’re 18. It’s against the rules. But until then, I’ll always be on your side, okay?”
“Mmm..promise me, we’ll get married when we’re 18?”
“I promise.” He stated, preparing his pinkie for a pinkie promise.
“Not this time, Cherry. We need to seal it with a kiss.” She said in the most serious voice a 4 year old could muster.
“Oh…ok,” Cheren squeaked, his glasses fogging up from the heat emanating off his face.
And so, the two shared an awkward, duck-faced, 4 year old kiss. There was no sparks, fireworks, or romantic tension; but at the age of four, the two knew they’d be together forever.
Now, most 13 year olds play hard, but few play as hard as childhood friends, Hugh and Rosa. The teenage girl with a hair style suspiciously similar to Sailor moon arrived at her best friend’s house at noon, played tabletop games till 3, LARP’d with foam swords, pillow shields and nerf guns till five, Ate a large dinner, cause they accidentally skipped lunch, had a tea party with Hugh’s younger sister till 7, played videogames till 9, and watched re-runs of Hoenn Rangers until they passed out.
That left Hugh to jolt awake at 11:45 in a cold sweat, remembering that his parents said they’d be home at midnight, and what would they find? Hugh and his FEMALE friend still over. He started sweating harder, this would look suspicious, Hugh would get in trouble, and Rosa wouldn’t be allowed to come over anymore!
He. Could. NOT. Let. That. Happen.
Hugh then scrambled over to his sleeping friend’s form and tried to shake her awake. “Rosa? C'mon, Rosa! Our parents said we’re too old to spend the night at each other’s houses anymore! If my parents find you here when they come home, we’ll be in big trouble!”
Hugh’s little lecture did absolutely nothing to stir Rosa awake, and a little bit of drool peeked out of the corner of her mouth.
“Stupid heavy sleeper!” Hugh hissed, going through this stress alone. He then decided to shake her more roughly in hopes to get her up. “Rosa? Rooooosssaaaaa!”
His friend’s eyes fluttered open groggily and she smiled as she saw him. “Oh, hey…it’s Hugh…hi, Hugh. I love you, buddy…!” she then lifted herself up to give him a light smooch before she drifted back to sleep.
Overcome by embarrassment and shock, Hugh passed out right on the spot.
The two woke up to find pancakes for breakfast, that neither of them were in trouble, and Rosa didn’t remember a thing of last night’s events, and Hugh had convinced himself he was dreaming.
A/N: I’m still unsure on if I want to put smut into this story. I mean, there will be smut in it at some point, but I’m not sure if I’m going to write it or just imply it. *shrugs*
The gentle roll of the ocean below was waking you peacefully from your slumber, your head burrowing deeper into the pillow. With eyes still closed, you stretched wide, each muscle gladly accepting the feel. At least until a large hand pulled you in closer to a warm body, a soft murmur groggily being spoken from Connor while still in a quiet rest. His words were inaudible as he shifted you against him, his other hand coming around to hold you. You wanted to melt, to wake him with a sweet kiss, but instead you inhaled sharply, the noise causing Connor’s grip to tighten. You couldn’t be doing this. No matter how good it felt, you couldn’t be doing this. Oh, but he smelled of nature and of the sea, of longing and of comfort. No, control.
“Connor.” You hissed, nudging his thigh with your knee.
He muttered something, his entire body turning so he could tuck his head into the crook of your neck. Despite your will to leave, you couldn’t help but react to the action, your body pushing itself ever closer to the heat of Connor. He sighed happily, the breath warm on your neck. You almost moaned, your teeth trapping your lip in between them to keep the noise from coming out.
“Connor.” You repeated, louder this time.
He stirred once more, lips moving against your skin as he spoke lowly, the words too quiet to hear. You couldn’t suppress the shiver that skittered down your spine, your hands fisting the material on his back.
Before you lost all semblance of control, you yelled, “Connor!”
That seemed to do it, his head moving away from your neck as two bleary, wide eyes looked to you, the normal chocolatey gaze darkened with exhaustion.
“(Y/N)?” His voice was husky and laced with sleep, his arms going limp around you.
Confusion followed by embarrassment flashed in his eyes, a red stain tinting his cheeks. Even with the look of mortification, he still didn’t move. You swallowed your pulse, watching the rise and fall of his chest for a moment before meeting his gaze. A flash of pink appeared as his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his hands momentarily strengthening their grip.
“Ratonhnhaké:ton,” you breathed, pulling yourself closer to him.
The hands that were looped around his neck were tugging lightly on the edge of his hair, eliciting a small groan from him. The seconds dragged on as you inched closer to his mouth, your body stopping its movements when you were only millimeters away. You really, really shouldn’t be doing this…
All caution was thrown in the wind as you pushed up, closing the gap between you. It was nothing more than a press of lips against lips, his chapped ones against you too frozen to move. You pulled away, releasing your worry with a breath.
One word from him broke your restraint, your hands bringing his head back down to you. You rolled his bottom lip between your teeth, urging him to part them. He obliged hesitantly, his mouth moving cautiously against yours like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do. You took full control, leaving no inch of his mouth unexplored as you swirled your tongue around his, untangling your hands from his hair. Your newly freed limbs pushed on his shoulders, prompting him to lay back without disconnecting your lips. His low groan was lost in your mouth as you attempted to throw one leg over his hips, a hiss being soothed by his tongue at the sharp pain in your leg.
“Connor.” You pulled away, both of your hands now on his chest to restrain him. He paused immediately, waiting patiently for you to react.
“Is something wrong?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Am I… doing something wrong?”
You wanted to melt in his embrace, his unsurity the most adorable thing you’d ever heard. You didn’t think you could love him any more than you already did, but his need for assurance made you do just that.
“No, it’s,” you winced, shifting your weight back to one side, “my leg.”
You were torn between cursing your leg and thanking it. With each breath you took, control seemed to be coming back. But it didn’t stop the desire building in your core. You needed him. If your leg hadn’t caused you so much pain, you were more than sure that you would’ve kept him in this room for at least a day. The sympathy in his gaze was shining above the lust, his arms unwrapping themselves from you.
“I am sorry.” He said.
You sighed heavily, resting your head on his chest. His heart was beating rapidly beneath your ear, a hand coming up to tuck back some of your hair. Though he seemed unsure if his affection would be welcome, he did it as lovingly as possible.
“I can’t stop myself.” You admitted after a beat of silence, the tension overbearing.
There was no way you’d ever love anyone as much as you loved him. So why was it so hard for you to be selfish for one damn minute? Because you wouldn’t stop, your mind supplied. It had a point. You wouldn’t stop, you’d do everything to be with him. Hell, you already are.
“Why must you?” Connor’s voice held honest curiosity.
He didn’t understand the implications surrounding your predicament. If you were to mess up one thing, it could have apocalyptic effects. You had to be careful and he was making it way too hard.
“Because I l-” You stopped short, closing your eyes. You couldn’t tell him. You weren’t brave enough. Sighing, you continued. “I left my time behind. Everything that you’re living right now, it’s already happened for me. It’s been hundreds of years, Connor. If I mess with the past, I could change the future.”
Silence followed, the sound of Connor’s heart speeding up almost as if he was preparing to say something. You were readying yourself with a basic overview of the details of time travel when he asked his question, the inquiry taking you entirely by surprise.
“Because you what?”
Your body tensed, eyes opening to look up into his brown orbs. He was holding his breath, waiting for you to speak. The silence was deafening, a million excuses running through your head. You could lie, could tell him something else, could do anything. But instead of all of that, instead of getting out of it, instead of making it easier, you told him the truth.
“Isn’t it obvious?” You asked wryly, a bitter smile on your lips.
You wanted to run, the instincts you’d adopted long ago urging you to flee. You didn’t do emotions, you did action. Mustering up every bit of courage you could, you spoke again.
I’m sorry I’m not that great at shading….coloring. XC And I kind of try to fix it up with my photo app on my phone but it didn’t come out that great either…..I really hope you like these three Little Cuties that I made just for you. (=^_^=)
Sansa had gotten their mother’s fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys. (Arya, A Game of Thrones)
[Lysa] had the blue eyes of the Tullys, but hers were pale and watery, never still. All that remained of her sister’s beauty was the great fall of thick auburn hair that cascaded to her waist. (Catelyn, A Game of Thrones)
CONTENTIOUS RELATIONSHIP WITH SISTER
Sansa had once dreamt of having a sister like Margaery; beautiful and gentle, with all the world’s graces at her command. Arya had been entirely unsatisfactory as sisters went. (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)
“[…] I have known your like before, too. But you are mistaken if you think big eyes and strumpet’s smiles will win you Petyr. He is mine.” [Her aunt Lysa] rose to her feet. “They all tried to take him from me. My lord father, my husband, your mother … Catelyn most of all. She liked to kiss my Petyr too, oh yes she did.”
Sansa retreated another step. “My mother?”
“Yes, your mother, your precious mother, my own sweet sister Catelyn. Don’t you think to play the innocent with me, you vile little liar. All those years in Riverrun, she played with Petyr as if he were her little toy. She teased him with smiles and soft words and wanton looks, and made his nights a torment.” (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)
FOIL TO ARYA/CAT
“Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts.” (Arya, A Game of Thrones)
[Lysa] had been a pretty girl, in truth; dimpled and delicate, with long auburn hair. Timid, though. Prone to tongue-tied silences and fits of giggles, with none of Cersei’s fire. Her older sister had seemed more interesting, though Catelyn was promised to some northern boy, the heir of Winterfell … (Jaime, A Feast for Crows)
SECRETLY FLED KING’S LANDING
He was so drunk that sometimes Sansa had to lend him her arm to keep him from falling. The bells were ringing out across the city, more and more of them joining in. She kept her head down and stayed in the shadows, close behind Dontos. While descending the serpentine steps he stumbled to his knees and retched. (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)
“Six, and sickly, and Lord of the Eyrie, gods have mercy,” the king swore. “Lord Tywin had never taken a ward before. Lysa ought to have been honored. The Lannisters are a great and noble House. She refused to even hear of it. Then she left in the dead of night, without so much as a by-your-leave. Cersei was furious.” (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)
FATHER HAD REGRETS OVER THEM
What was it that Jon had said when they found the pups in the snow? Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord. And he had killed Sansa’s, and for what? Was it guilt he was feeling? Or fear? If the gods had sent these wolves, what folly had he done? (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)
Lord Hoster’s eyes opened. “Tansy,” he husked in a voice thick with pain.
[…] Catelyn had grown accustomed to him taking her for her mother or her sister Lysa, but Tansy was a name strange to her. “It’s Catelyn,” she said. “It’s Cat, Father.”
“Forgive me … the blood … oh, please … Tansy …” […] Lord Hoster groaned. “Dead.” His hand groped for hers. “You’ll have others … sweet babes, and trueborn.” (Catelyn, A Storm of Swords)
MARRIED TO MAN THEY DIDN’T WANT
“They made me marry him. I never wanted it.”
“No more than I did,” her aunt said. “Jon Arryn was no dwarf, but he was old. […] I should have refused him, but he was such an old man, how long could he live? Half his teeth were gone, and his breath smelled like bad cheese. I cannot abide a man with foul breath. (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)
“No,” Sansa blurted. “No.”
“Yes. You are a ward of the crown. The king stands in your father’s place, since your brother is an attainted traitor. That means he has every right to dispose of your hand. You are to marry my brother Tyrion.”
My claim, she thought, sickened. Dontos the Fool was not so foolish after all; he had seen the truth of it. Sansa backed away from the queen. “I won’t.” (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)
PETYR ORCHESTRATED THEIR ESCAPE FROM HUSBANDS
“But he saved me.”
“He sold you for a promise of ten thousand dragons. […] A bag of dragons buys a man’s silence for a while, but a well-placed quarrel buys it forever.” He smiled sadly. “All he did he did at my behest. I dared not befriend you openly. When I heard how you saved his life at Joff’s tourney, I knew he would be the perfect catspaw.” (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)
“There’s no cause for all these tears.”
“Tears, tears, tears,” she sobbed hysterically. “No need for tears … but that’s not what you said in King’s Landing. You told me to put the tears in Jon’s wine, and I did. For Robert, and for us!” (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)
SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP WITH PETYR
He pulled her closer, caught her face between his hands, and kissed her on the lips for a long time. “Now that’s the sort of kiss that says welcome home. See that you do better next time.” (Alayne, A Feast for Crows)
Lady Lysa and Lord Petyr had the third-story bedchamber to themselves, but the tower was small … and true to her word, her aunt screamed. […] “Petyr,” her aunt moaned. “Oh, Petyr, Petyr, sweet Petyr, oh oh oh. There, Petyr, there. That’s where you belong.” […] “Make me a baby, Petyr,” she screamed, “make me another sweet little baby. Oh, Petyr, my precious, my precious, PEEEEEETYR!” Her last shriek was so loud that it set the dogs to barking, and two of her aunt’s ladies could scarce contain their mirth. (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)
CLOAKED BY PETYR
Two sailors were waiting by the rail to help her onto the deck. Sansa was trembling. “She’s cold,” she heard someone say. He took off his cloak and put it around her shoulders. “There, is that better, my lady? Rest easy, the worst is past and done.”
She knew the voice. But he’s in the Vale, she thought. (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)
The Lady Lysa giggled like a girl. “Oh, Petyr Baelish, you are so wicked. […] I am the Lady of the Eyrie, and I command you to wed me this very moment!”
[…] They said their vows within the hour, standing beneath a sky-blue canopy as the sun sank in the west. (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)
POISONED/ING LORD OF THE VALE
“It was too soon. My lady, you do not understand. As I’ve told the Lord Protector, a pinch of sweetsleep will prevent the shaking, but it does not leave the flesh, and in time…”
“Time will not matter if his lordship has a shaking fit and falls off the mountain. If my father were here, I know he would tell you to keep Lord Robert calm at all costs.” (Alayne, A Feast for Crows)
“Tears, tears, tears,” she sobbed hysterically. “No need for tears … but that’s not what you said in King’s Landing. You told me to put the tears in Jon’s wine, and I did.” (Sansa, A Storm of Swords)
ODD MATERNAL RELATIONSHIP WITH SWEETROBIN
“I will.” [Sweetrobin] cuddled close and laid his head between her breasts. “Alayne? Are you my mother now?” (Sansa, A Feast for Crows)
“Don’t be afraid, my sweet baby,” Lysa whispered. “Mother’s here, nothing will hurt you.” She opened her robe and drew out a pale, heavy breast, tipped with red. The boy grabbed for it eagerly, buried his face against her chest, and began to suck. Lysa stroked his hair. (Catelyn, A Game of Thrones)
SISTER FAVORED BY FATHER
One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father.Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers. That just made her worse. (Sansa, A Clash of Kings)
“Watch for me, little cat,” her father would always tell her, when he rode off to court or fair or battle. And she would, standing patiently on the battlements of Riverrun as the waters of the Red Fork and the Tumblestone flowed by. He did not always come when he said he would, and days would ofttimes pass as Catelyn stood her vigil, peering out between crenels and through arrow loops until she caught a glimpse of Lord Hoster on his old brown gelding, trotting along the river-shore toward the landing. “Did you watch for me?” he’d ask when he bent to hug her. “Did you, little cat?” (Catelyn, A Clash of Kings)
ENGAGED TO HEIR OF EYRIE
“You are promised to Harrold Hardyng, sweetling, provided you can win his boyish heart … which should not be hard, for you.” (Alayne, A Feast for Crows)
Lysa’s match with Lord Arryn had been hastily arranged, and Jon was an old man even then, older than their father. An old man without an heir. His first two wives had left him childless, his brother’s son had been murdered with Brandon Stark in King’s Landing, his gallant cousin had died in the Battle of the Bells. He needed a young wife if House Arryn was to continue … a young wife known to be fertile. (Catelyn, A Storm of Swords)
“You’re going to be good at this.” A Derek Hale Imagine.
Hi! Can you do a Derek hale one shot where he is married to the reader and they are expecting a baby and he and Cora and the other wolves love to put their heads on the stomach because the baby’s heartbeat calms them down and comforts them? And the other members who can’t hear it like to rub it and just make it fluffy? Thank you! I love your writing! :)
You smiled as Cora once again laid her head against your stomach, smiling as the heartbeat of your unborn child calmed her down. It didn’t take long for Cora to be pushed away by Scott and Liam who both wanted to hear the beat of the little creature inside of you. Everyone looked so amazed by it all and you couldn’t help but smile at their faces. Derek looked from across the room, a slightly hidden smile on his face at his closest friends enthusiasm for the both of you. Lydia walked towards you slightly, holding up a little present.
“I got you this, I hope it fits.” She said while you unwrapped the box, smiling widely at the small dress inside. It was beautiful.
“Oh my! It’s beautiful Lydia! She’s going to love it!” You exclaimed making her smile proudly. You held up the dress in front you, your other hand softly rubbing your belly.
“Look what auntie Lydia got you, you’re going to look so beautiful in this princess.” You said as everyone was aw’ing around you. Lydia sat down next to you smiling as she placed her hand on your stomach, slowly rubbing it.
“I can’t take all the credit, uncle Stiles helped me a little bit. We are all so excited to see you.” She said as you felt your baby kicking towards her hand softly.
“Ow, little one, easy now.” You giggled as Lydia looked at you with nothing but love in her eyes.
“Yeah, who would’ve known that Y/N here could actually tame Derek? I mean I was surprised when they became a couple, even more surprised when she said yes to marry him, I mean really Y/N? Even with his constant sour wolf face? Oh well. At least it gave us this precious little baby.” Stiles said, a hit of joking in his voice, as he placed his hand next to Lydia’s.
Hours passed but in the end, both you and the baby had to get some rest. Everyone said their goodbye’s and left you and Derek to smile at the memories made that day. Derek tucked you in as he laid down facing you, rubbing your side softly as he smiled widely.
“What?” You questioned stroking his cheek softly.
“You’re going to be good at this.” He said, kissing your forehead softly. You smiled as you looked into his dark brown eyes.
“You’re going to be great dad too. She’s going to be most spoiled little girl in all of Beacon Hills.” You giggled as Derek nodded.
“Get some sleep babe, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He said kissing you softly. You nodded as you cuddled deeper into the covers. You smiled when you felt Derek plant a kiss on your stomach.
“Now let mommy sleep little one. Goodnight Thalia.” He whispered softly.
A/N: Okay, shit, I’m going to make another series and kill myself in the process, if you don’t mind thank you very much. I just fell in love with the Storks movie and now I’m making my own version of it–I guess?
Summary: Lance gets a baby he didn’t want and gives it to you, and now you have to take care of it with Steve–or do you?
Who’d have thought buying medicine could change his life forever?
Lance celebrated his first victory in months after he got his rival employee fired. We’d know how that ended up: he woke up the next morning feeling the Empire State Building in his head, weighing him down even as he forced myself to walk to the drugstore to get an Advil. He got out to get a light, and there it was.