Note: Hi again, cuties! I hope you guys have been enjoying all the imagines just as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them! Here’s another one for you guys, which I almost guarantee I had a shitload of second-hand embarrassment writing. Hope you all enjoy!
Mentions: Max Domi, Lawson Crouse, Clayton Keller
Warnings: Steam (but no smut), second-hand embarrassment if you feel that
Smut: Yes | No
Requested: Yes | No
Up Next: William Karlsson
take off your coat, babe, you’re gonna have a stroke if you keep it
on.” He finally got underneath your hand to undo the top two buttons,
revealing the lace you had on underneath.
who’s the one to wake up the kids: Poe is the early riser, so he usually wakes them up. He sleeps a lot, but he’s the parent that falls asleep on the couch at like seven, and wakes up at ten, and then goes back to sleep and wakes up again at six in the morning. He is also the parent to come and wake up his kids by singing to them or softly talking to them and kissing their foreheads. who makes the breakfast: Poe. Poe is really into cooking so he makes the best breakfast for his kids. As long as he has time, he goes over the top and makes pancakes, waffles, omelets, smoothies, everything. He usually leaves a mess that he won’t clean up until he gets home or if you beat him to it. who’s the one to cry for everything: Both. You’re both softies, so anything that happens has a chance of triggering you both. Every time that Poe comes back from a mission, you and the kids meet him and he cries the minute he sees you all, and you tear up just seeing him crying. who’s the more discipline parent and who’s the more lenient one: Poe is more disciplined, and you’re more lenient. Since you spend the most time with the kids considering that Poe is gone a lot, you know what to let slide and what not to. Poe doesn’t, so he usually is too strict when he gets back, and then you have to make him relax. who helps with the science fair: You. Poe is gone a lot, so you are usually the go to parent. Doesn’t mean that Poe can’t help, but they just instinctively go to you. who does baby talk: Poe. He wasn’t even shy about it, after you had your first kid, Poe started with the baby talk immediately. Sometimes you have to force him out of baby talk because he gets so used to it. who wakes up for midnight feedings: Both. You take turns, but it depends who hears it first. Poe tries to get up first, but he’s such a slow mover that you can usually beat him to it. Sometimes you get too competitive and end up making too much noise and waking up the other kids. who’s the one who always worries: You. I think you would worry the most. A lot of the time you would be left with the kids and wouldn’t have anyone to vent to. So you would worry so much that when Poe came back you would just explode a mountain of worries on him because there was so much to talk about. He would promise you that everything was okay, and that you didn’t need to worry about anything, you were great parents. who picks up the kids early from school for some fun: Poe. Sometimes he’ll lie about when he’ll be back from a mission and he’ll surprise and pick up the kids from school and then come to get you for some fun. who’s the competitive parent: I don’t think either of you would be really competitive in person, but you would both trash talk other parents when it’s just the two of you. who kisses the ouches: Both. You are there when they need you, but Poe does it no matter how hurt they are. He’s just melts around his kids, so whatever they might need, he’s there. who’s the sucker for the puppy eyes: Poe. You have built up an immunity to the puppy eyes for the most part. Poe pretty much gives the kids whatever they want, after begging you and making sure it’s not completely idiotic what he’s doing. who makes the “dad jokes”: You. You always make the dad jokes because there are always some many opportunities for them. When Poe returns he is shocked by all your jokes while the kids are like ‘yeah, we’re used to this’ who embarrassed their kid for fun: Both. Poe would always make big public displays of affections when he came home, just to see the kids giggle and blush and complain. who’s the over protective one: Poe. Not in the sense of ‘you can’t date my child’ but he just worries about keeping them safe, especially because of his line of work. who’s the “take a sweater!” parent: You. Poe is all about the aesthetic his kids have, and the winter coats they have don’t always go with their look. He eventually buys all of his kids the jacket just so they can look cool and stay warm, pleasing both their parents.
Selected by Senator Ned Stark as the nation’s model foster kid, Jon grew up between two worlds. But then the news breaks: Jon isn’t an orphan after all. He’s the son of President Rhaegar Targaryen. Not just that—he’s the product of a secret affair that has the whole world talking.
The president goes on damage control, inviting Jon to his mansion for Christmas dinner. Jon is sick of being used as a publicity stunt by powerful men. All he wants to do is disappear from the public eye forever—but maybe he can use the Targaryen influence to help fix things for foster youth in Washington, once and for all.
And maybe dinner won’t be so bad. After all… Sansa will be there.
The prince that was promised.
That’s what they were calling Jon. Gossip magazines. Clickbait articles. He was even trending on Twitter.
All he wanted to do was hole up in his dorm and hide until the new year. But even here, he couldn’t avoid the attention. Reporters stood outside his house with parkas and earmuffs, coffees in hand, waiting him out. Sam kept peeking out the window and Jon had given up telling him to stop.
“I’m just nervous, you know, that Gilly won’t be able to make it through the crowd,” Sam said for the fourteenth time.
Jon didn’t reply.
Sam turned away from the window, letting the ugly brown curtain fall back down. The room was shrouded in darkness. “It’s a little exciting, don’t you think?” he asked, unable to keep the smile off his face.
“No,” Jon snapped. “It’s not exciting.”
The silence hung between them. Sam’s smile slipped away and Jon sighed, trying to relax his shoulders. It wasn’t that Sam wasn’t used to his moods, but…
“I’m sorry, Sam.”
“It’s all right.” Sam shrugged. “It’s just that… well, it’s all I ever dreamed of as a boy. Finding my real family. And they’re rich. I think I always saw my father as more of a Mace Tyrell, though.”
It was what Jon had dreamed of as a boy, too. But he’d stopped being a boy a long time ago. He’d learned how the world worked in Washington, DC. There were some families, like the Targaryens, Lannisters, and Starks, that were just better than other families. And then there were those who didn’t have families. Sam, handed over to social services when he was old enough to know his parents’ faces. Gilly, a runaway who took off after her dad called her his girlfriend.
And Jon, of course. Abandoned as a baby. Grew up in the same group home as Sam and Gilly and a rotation of other kids. Some of them were fostered for a time—some were even adopted. But most of them came back. Jon was fostered once, by a kindly old man named Mr. Mormont. But after he died, it was back to the home for Jon.
2D and S/O's two lil kids have a snow day and spend the day playing outside in the snow then 2D starts the fireplace and makes everyone hot chocolate so they can warm up? Then everyone falls asleep on one another?? IDK I LIKE FLUFF ALOT AND I LOVE YOUR STUFF THANKS I LOVE YOU
( ty anon!!! ANAIS AND ALICE ANYONE??? )
2D had quickly slipped on his thick, winter coat and boots before leaving the house to join you and the kids outside in the snow.
During the day, you had made snow forts, snow angels, and had a snowball fight.
When the four of you were done with your outside activities, you all made your way into the house to get warm.
2D made his way over to the fireplace and started a fire to warm the house some more.
He then went to the kitchen and prepared some hot chocolate for everyone while you taught the kids to make smores.
“Hot cocoas done! Come get it while it’s hot!”
The kids jumped up quickly and ran over to 2D, hopping up and down as he handed them their mugs.
“Be careful. Don’t burn yourselves.”
When you finally came over to get yours, 2D pressed a kiss to your lips before handing you your mug. You smiled and grabbed for 2D’s arm, leading him back to the fireplace.
The two of you plopped down on the floor, drinking your cocoa and watching holiday cartoons with the little ones as the day progressed.
When it had gotten late, the four of you had managed to fall asleep in your current position.
Your head was resting on 2D’s shoulder and his head was resting on top of yours. The kids had their bodies curled up in you and 2D’s arms, their faces buried into your chests as they slept.
It was safe to say the two of you had a wonderful snow day together with the family.
Branch would be the guy who tells children that Santa Clause isn’t real, while also being the guy who spends all winter doing fundraisers and charity drives to get those poor kids, homeless people, etc. the winter coats, hats, gloves, blankets, hot meals, and shelter that they need.
He’d be like toys are great and all, but you know what I think those kids REALLY want for Christmas? Warmth and safety. Also, Santa isn’t real so us actual existing adults need to pony up and look after these kids instead of waiting for some fat guy with an elvish sweat-shop to do the work for us.
I’m just going to put the Tyler drabbles in here, and then put the Josh drabbles separately since there’s not a heck of a lot of room– sorry!
11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
“Thanks for coming with me to babysit, Tyler.” I turned
towards my boyfriend who was swaddled in his winter coat, hood pulled closed
“It’s cool. You know I like kids.” He smiled at the little rosy-cheeked
blonde toddler that was currently waddling between us, Tyler holding her right
hand while I’m on the left. He looked around for her brother, but was cut short
by a perfectly round snowball connecting with the little amount of face that
was exposed. My free hand shot up to my mouth to stop the laugh that was
threatening to escape. I looked over to see a young boy, holding yet another
snowball, this time aimed at me.
“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
25. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this. I’m going home, no
way am I getting up there.” Tyler turn towards the door of the dimly lit coffee
shop, but I grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him back around.
“Oh, no way. You’re getting up there.” I dusted off his
shoulders, exasperated by his stubbornness. “Why are you so nervous? You know
they’ll love you, your poetry is great.”
“You don’t know that, you’ve never even read it.” His brows
knitted together, annoyed and determined.
“I believe in you.” I smiled at him. “Now, get up there, you
punk, before I drag you up there myself.”
Pairing: Jongkey Rating: NC-17 Genre: Smut, semi-crack (maybe??) AU Word Count:4799 Warning: None Aaayeee look what I do when I’m stuck at a desk at work…I wasn’t supposed to write this but I guess I got inspired OTL I kinda want to write a second part though…a fluffy super preditable second part…uhm
“So this is
it.” Jinki grinned brightly as he and Kibum entered the elder’s apartment,
letting go of the other’s luggage and holding his arms wide open as if to show
the whole place at once.
again hyung…I really appreciate it.” The blond smiled, taking off his shoes and
shrugging his heavy winter coat off.
kidding? Kibum we’ve been trying to see each other for years and now I’ve got a
chance to have you here? Of course I’m happy about it.” Jinki chuckled, having
a hard time believing that it was the same blunt and sarcastic guy he had met
in America a few years in the past. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”