When your best friend called you to ask if you could babysit her three-year-old daughter, you immediately said yes. When your boyfriend called to ask if you could hang out five minutes later, you decided he could just come with.
The toddler in question was a handful. You knew how to handle her, as you’d known her her entire life, but you were glad to have some help. Jin spent most of his time trying to make the young girl laugh. You watched with amusement as he played peek-a-boo with her. The child was almost crying because she was laughing so hard and honestly, it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. You had to put her to bed because she would not calm down when Jin was around. When you finally made sure she was comfortable, you walked back to your boyfriend, who was lying on the couch. “I could get used to this, Jagi. Could you?”
Yoongi called you in a panic. He was stuck babysitting a child he did not know how to handle, and he was pretty sick of it.
After laughing at him over the phone for a good amount of time, you packed some stuff and drove over to the house he was babysitting at. You walked in on your boyfriend laying on the floor, empty eyes looking at the ceiling, and a small child sitting on his stomach, bouncing up and down. When he heard the door shut, he stood up quickly, causing the child to tumble off of him and land on the floor. The little boy started to cry immediately and you rushed over, glaring at your boyfriend in the process. After you took care of the boy and laid him in his bed, Yoongi and you just laid on the couch for the rest of the night. Yoongi looked at the back of your head resting against his shoulder. “Man, children are terrible.” You chuckled. “Not if you know how to handle them.” He just smiled and kissed your shoulder.
You and your boyfriend, Hoseok, had agreed to babysit your niece for the evening. You were pretty tired from work this day, but Hoseok had had the day off, and he was full of energy.
The evening consisted of you making dinner for the three of you while Hoseok and your niece were endlessly running around the house, screaming and yelling and laughing. When dinner was ready, you all sat around the small round table and talked about small things. You could tell that both Hoseok and your niece were starting to get tired, but neither of them was ready to admit it. After dinner, the two kept messing around a bit, but when Hoseok started to chase after the young girl, causing her to find shelter in your arms, it only took minutes for her to fall asleep. You decided to put her to bed, which obviously wasn’t a struggle, and walked back to the living room. You found your boyfriend fast asleep on the couch, one arm wrapped around a pillow. You smiled and lay down beside him. You were really happy that your boyfriend went along with your family so greatly. You couldn’t wait for the day he’d actually be a part of it.
Namjoon called you from his sister’s house. He had agreed to babysit her little son but was already regretting the decision. The toddler, quote, was ‘destroying the house and my will to live, with it’. It looked like you were going to have to cancel your plans to sit in a bath for the evening and pay a visit to your boyfriend.
Namjoon opened the door more disheveled than you’d ever seen him and you had to stifle your laughter. His hair was sticking out like a mad scientist’s and his clothes were obviously tugged on too many times to count. He looked completely exhausted. The house looked no better. Magazines were spread over the entire floor, there was a puddle of what seemed to be lemonade on the floor, and the pillows that belonged on the couch were nowhere to be seen. In the middle of the chaos sat a tiny human being, smiling like he was having the time of his life. At this point, you couldn’t contain your laughter at the insane scene in front of you and you had to hold on to the doorpost to keep from falling to the floor. Namjoon was awkwardly standing behind you, obviously too embarrassed to say anything. When you calmed down a bit, you turned around and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s get this mess cleaned up, shall we?”
You and your boyfriend were enjoying a nice evening on the couch together when your best friend called you in a panic. Her babysitter had canceled last minute and she was supposed to be in a meeting in half an hour.
Of course, you told her she could just drop the girl off at your house. You and Jimin would keep her entertained until the meeting was over and she would be picked up again. Sure enough, your friend showed up at your door minutes later, thanking you over and over again before leaving. Jimin and you spent the evening watching movies while the small girl was cuddled up between you. The movies were mostly Disney, and neither of you minded. At one point during Cinderella, you heard soft snores coming out of the girl’s mouth and you both awed out loud. When you looked up from the toddler you saw Jimin staring at you. He leaned in and kissed you softly. “I love this,” he whispered, “and I could get used to this.”
Taehyung had agreed to come babysit with you the second you asked him. It was no secret he loved children and you could use some company other than your older brother’s three-year-old son.
As expected, your nephew was completely fascinated by your boyfriend, and your boyfriend by him. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world while playing games with Tae and your nephew. He was just so.. sweet with the little boy, and it was obvious that he already loved the boy, despite just having met him. Your nephew insisted that Taehyung would bring him to bed and tuck him in. You didn’t mind and just waited for your boyfriend’s return on the couch. Taehyung walked into the living room with the biggest smile on his face. He felt as though he had been enchanted by the little kid. He had always known he wanted kids, but after spending the evening with you and a child, he was even surer. The moment he saw you on the couch, he couldn’t contain himself and walked over, bending over you before kissing you gently. His hand cupped your face as you shifted slightly, making it easier for him to lean over your small figure. The kiss was sweet and gentle and the both of you made no move to deepen it, it was just right for the moment. “Y/N,” Tae murmured against your lips, “I love you so much.” You’d heard him say the words before but they still made your insides chutter. “I love you, too, Tae. So, so much.”
It was Jungkook’s first time babysitting, and to say he was nervous was an understatement. The fact that the child he’d be babysitting didn’t know him at all didn’t help the matter. It seemed only logical to him to call you. Of course, you decided to help your boyfriend out and show him some of the tricks you’d learned in your years of experience with babysitting.
You arrived a bit late, half an hour or so, and the scene you saw when you walked through the door surprised you. Jungkook was laying on the couch with the toddler in his arms. Both were sound asleep. The sight was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen and you couldn’t help but take some photos. After you’d taken at least forty pictures, you decided to make some dinner for when the two would wake up. When they didn’t you walked over to the couch and kissed Jungkooks forehead lightly. He stirred a bit, and you giggled. “Looks like you didn’t need much help, after all.” You smiled at him. He looked up at you and kissed your lips gently. “Maybe not, but I’m still glad you came.”
“Titus likes you...too much” - Older!Damian Wayne x Reader
I know I said I wouldn’t write anything until Friday or Saturday, but I just realized this story was done and for some reason I didn’t post it so why not post it now right ? So here we go. Specially written for @loverandomness2. Some fluffy love for the youngest Wayne boy. I’m sorry if you didn’t want an older!Damian and if that’s not what you wanted at all but…yeah, hope you’ll like it :
PS : there’s a little surprise for @epickimmie somewhere in this fic. Hope it is ok that I did this. PPS : Also, this story kinda became some sort of sequel to another story I wrote with Damian, which is here : The First time is serious business.
It was early in the morning when Damian finally came home. Came back to you.
It had been a few years since his father retired and Damian inherited the Batman’s cowl. Most nights, he was out fighting crimes in Gotham, though, since his dad’s younger years, G-city was way safer, and it often happened that Damian came home early, or sometimes, didn’t go out at all (besides, he still had the help of his brothers, and they took turn to watch over the city…so really, you often had times with him, even if he was also quite busy during the day, as he became Wayne Inc’s CEO as well). It didn’t mean that there wasn’t any work ever though, like tonight, a new guy who called himself the “Joker’s son” was menacing the streets, and Damian was exhausted as he finally came home…But really, more often than not, the city was now calm.
Bruce was beyond happy about that, as he sacrificed his own life so others wouldn’t have to. Sometimes, when you went over to Wayne’s Manor (you and Damian moved in a penthouse in the heart of Gotham quite a while ago), you felt a bit sad for your father-in-law…But nowadays, seeing his sons happy sufficed to make him happier than ever since his parents’ death.
None of his children still lived in the Manor, but, now that they were all grown up and understood some of the difficult choices he had to take (it took Jason a little more than his brothers to get it), they all “forgave” him for any mistakes he might have done while trying the best he could to raise them, and often visited him and Alfred.
Besides, since a little while, a certain Selina Kyle finally decided to move in with him so, Damian’s father wasn’t lonely, and that was great. He could finally live his life, after all those years, after sacrificing his youth and health…Finally, he was at peace (or almost, as sometimes, he couldn’t stay away from the bat-computer and such).
As Damian came in your bedroom, shoulders hunched with fatigue, rubbing his face softly, you couldn’t help but be happy at the mere sight of him. You guys all came such a long way since you first met him…You were barely ten years old when you first encountered the youngest boy in the Wayne family, and so much had changed since those times.
Calum’s hand hesitated when it reached out for yours. His nervousness was cute and to make him feel better you grabbed his hand in return. It was only the third date and according to Calum, the appropriate time for you two to hold hands. His hands were clammy and a bit sweaty. You didn’t mind it thought knowing it was just from his nervousness. Calum couldn’t stop the grin from spreading about his face as he realized your hands fit together perfectly.
Calloused hands, thin and tattooed fingers. You had studied these hands for a year now. Fingertips tracing over the palm of his hand and memorizing were each line began and stopped. Calum had put a lot of strain on his hands. Indents on his fingers from the strings of his bass guitar. Whenever you were together, you had made it a mission to lotion his hands and massage them. Calum never mind when you would do this. Secretly liking the fact that you had an obsession with his hands.
The hands were much tinier compared to Calum’s. Soft to touch and little as can be. He had seen babies before, but he had never seen them this small. So tiny that he was scared to hold him. The infant’s tiny hand could only wrap around Calum’s pinky finger. It had to be the most adorable thing he’s ever witnessed. Looking up at you with a look of excitement and wondering if you were seeing what he saw. You didn’t expect him to take so well to your nephew. Calum cooing at the child and admiring the tiny hands and feet. He loved it.
Your hands were always so cold. It didn’t matter what the weather was your hands would always be freezing. Calum found it unusual how your whole body could be warm yet your hands would still be cold. This quirk about you never stopped him from holding your hands. He took comfort in the fact that only he could warm you up. Calum was your heater and you found it amusing how he would jump in shock each time you placed your cold hands on a part of his warm skin.
It was times like these that made Calum happy. Both your hands just gently playing with one another’s. Being able to touch never meant anything until Calum met you. He liked touching you, both sensually and playfully. You made him admire the little things in life and appreciate being able to experience so much. Hands were something he didn’t really account for yet he used them every single day and Calum was grateful to have his hands and hold yours at the same time.
You and Taehyung had been secretly seeing each other for three months now. He would sneak into your apartment some nights and stay over, sometimes you’d go to his house and sneak in. Although Taehyung didn’t like the fact that you two were sneaking around but he had such strong feelings for you he did whatever you wanted with no second thought. He knew it was to hide from your roommate but he also thought this had something to do with the fact that you hadn’t been in a relationship since Will. He didn’t want to bring it up. He knew he should but he was so head over heels for you he didn’t want to ruin anything.
“You think you’re going to pee because you drank all that sweet tea in less than ten minutes.”
“But I’m so sweet because of all the sweetness in my sweet tea, don’t you see my sweetheart?” You threw your body back against the passenger seat of Bucky’s car. You had your legs pulled up to your chest as you turned to look over at Bucky with a silly smile covering your face.
“Are you sweet though, are you really?” Bucky teased, taking his eyes away from the highway for only a second to look at you with a smirk.
“I am too sweet! I’m the sweetest gal in this whole wide universe.” You crossed your arms around your legs and shivered. You didn’t know why Bucky always kept the car so cold, you were wearing track shorts and a band tee.
“The universe is a very large place, doll.” Bucky rested one hand on the steering wheel and moved his spare arm to rest of the armrest lazily.
“I know.” The grin could be heard through your tone of voice. You waited only a couple of seconds before chipping up again. “Thank you for the concert tickets, by the way. I don’t know how I’ll beat your birthday present now.”
“You’ve wanted to see Ed Sheeran for a while now, at least now you’ll finally shut up about it.” You punched his arm lightly, knowing it wouldn’t hurt him either way. “I’m kidding, god you’re touchy.”
It was true, for the past few years all you’ve talked about is wanting to go see Ed Sheeran in concert. You had been to plenty of concerts before, but you had never seen him despite him being one of your top favorite artists. On your birthday Bucky surprised you with two tickets to his Divide Tour, and after the long wait you were finally going to his concert tonight.
“I love this song!” You got distracted from your previous conversation when Nancy Mulligan came on, you were playing your Spotify playlist dedicated to Ed on the way to the city the concert was being held at.
Bucky had barely opened the door to the hotel room before you were flying underneath his arm and skipping in the room at a fast speed. You dropped your suitcase by the bathroom door and instantly kicked off your shoes, leaving you in just your emoji socks.
By the time Bucky got fully into the room, with the door shut behind him, you were already standing on top of the queen sized bed like you owned the place. You had your hands on your hips as a silly grin plastered over your makeup free face. Bucky only grinned in return as he dropped his duffel next to yours, and mocked your stance.
“I’m so excited!” You jumped up and down on the bed several times. “I’m gonna breath the same air as him, can you believe it?! Ed’s my favorite person in the whole wide world, besides you of course, and honestly Ed Sheeran understands women more than women understand women.”
You kept rambling on and on, jumping on the bed like a young child with a grin covering your pretty features. Bucky watched in awe at how adorable you looked. Your hair was messy and your face was clear of makeup, although Bucky thought you looked like the most gorgeous girl with or without it. Your smile made his heart stop beating and your carefree actions made him fall even more in love with you.
Even though you weren’t his girl.
Bucky was your best friend, and he had been for a few years now. You were your complete and utter self around him. He had seen you at your worst and he had seen you at your best, yet loved you all the same. It’s like you didn’t even notice how much he loved you, nor did you notice every action you did made his breath get caught in his throat.
He had watched you fall in love, and he watched your heart break in half. He listened to your rants and never once complained. He went to family events that you honestly didn’t want to attend just to keep you company, he even pretended to be your boyfriend on several different occasions to get the judgmental sides of your family to shut up.
He once washed your hair when you were sick while you wore one of his shirts, he shaved your legs when you were too lazy and painted your nails when you were down. He knew to play with your hair at the end of a long day because it made you feel at ease, he knew you didn’t like milk in your cereal and hated food that looked remotely burnt.
He knew you were afraid of heights and the dark, so he reached for things up high and bought you a nightlight. He ran his fingers up and down your arm when you felt overwhelmed by anxiety to calm you down.
Everyone else saw that the best thing for you was standing right before your eyes, but you didn’t notice. You were too lost in your own little world to realize who you had with you all along.
Bucky snapped out of his daze when you hopped down from the bed and went straight for your suitcase, flipping it open and digging out everything you needed to get ready for the concert that was only in four hours.
“I’m going to get dolled up.” You called out over your shoulder before skipping excitedly towards the bathroom. He nodded in response, clearing his head to be back into reality.
A/N: Hey hey, I told you there was no break. I hope you’re excited to read Chapter 5, ‘cause I’m really excited for y'all to read it! 😁 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, 'Little Ways Away’, 'She Said Yes’, and 'Miss Graduate’ - Masterlist)
Birds chirped outside the bedroom window as the sun rose over the horizon, arousing Chris from his sleep. He lifted his head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall, groaning when he realized it was only 6:03AM. His head fell back on his pillow and he turned towards you. Just as he was about to succumb to sleep again, he caught your pretty face in his sight and he decided he’d much rather watch you sleep. He tucked his hand under his face and smiled at the memory of how last night was spent. There was pizza by the fireplace while the two of you discussed and planned wedding details, and after- well, dessert, sweet kisses, and then some. It came as no surprise that things between the two of you when it came to romance and bedroom activities had doubled since you started planning the wedding; the post-engagement glow that had been put on the back burner had resurfaced now that the wedding was actually happening. Man, oh man, were things between you and Chris better than ever.
Chris reached his hand forward and gently pushed your hair out of your face, whispering softly, “not long now, Y/N.” He leaned forward and gently kissed your forehead before settling back in his original position, admiring his future bride with a great deal of satisfaction.
You woke shortly after he did due to his soft whispering and tender actions, you peeked at him and bit back your smile when you saw him smiling at you. “I know you’re my fiancé and you love me, but it doesn’t make waking up to your staring any less creepy.” You teased and he chuckled, turning onto his back with his head still facing you. “What time is it?” You asked mid yawn, stretching out your limbs.
“Time to get started on our day, I suppose.” He rested one hand on his chest and he yawned when he saw you yawn again. “Didn’t you say we’ve got wedding cakes to taste today?” He quizzed and you sighed, noising confirmation. “What’s with the sigh?” He chuckled. “We’re going to four of the best bakeries in Los Angeles to eat cake, all kinds of cake. If you ask me, I think it’s going to be a very yummy day.”
“I know it is,” you sighed again as you sat up. You remembered how excited you were when you told Chris about the cake tasting plans, you stomach practically growled when you saw the email responses from each bakery. But for some unknown reason, you weren’t excited now. In fact, just thinking about tasting cake- any kind of cake- made you feel like hurling. “But- I don’t know, Chris,” you turned back to him and he sat up, looking concerned. “I feel weird, I’m just-” you licked your dry lips. “I don’t really feel like cake.”
“That’s okay,” his hand rubbed your back soothingly. “You don’t have to eat much, just a bite of each.” As soon as he suggested that, you felt yourself make a face. Your mouth became dry and your cheeks and jaw sore, like it was preparing you to puke. “That is- um,” he chuckled then pursed his lips together at your expression. “That is not a face you want to see before you taste cakes.” Every time he said the word 'cake’, you felt your stomach churn. “Do you want me to call the bakeries and postpone the cake tasting?”
“Please stop saying the word 'cake’,” you begged as you were starting to feel a little lightheaded just thinking about what your day was going to be like. “And no, because we can’t postpone. We have so much to do and so little time, we can’t afford to lose this meeting. It’s already the middle of July, Chris, and we haven’t even gotten quarter of the way through the list. You haven’t even sorted out your wedding party, you’ve just got Scott and Sebastian so far.”
“To be fair, neither have you.” He pointed out then winced at your deadpan expression. “What? I’m just saying you’ve only got Ava as your maid of honor, so technically- I’m ahead by one person.” You grabbed your pillow and whacked him with it, making him laugh and yourself smile. “Relax, we’ve got plenty of time. On the bright side, our band is sorted already.” Your smile widened as you shook your head. That was such a tactic, every time you looked like you were about to flip out he’d remind you that, “Ed Sheeran is coming to sing for us” knowing very well it’d calm you.
“In my defense, I don’t have a lot of girl friends. I’ve got Ava, and Corrie- who’s living in Japan. She said she’ll attend the wedding, but she can’t be apart of the bridal party 'cause work has got her pretty tied up. Then there’s my brother’s ex-girlfriend, Isabelle, who I should have known better than to grow close with. It’s not like I can invite her to the wedding, do we want a huge cat fight between his ex and his current?” You asked then answered yourself, “no, we do not.” You ran a hand through your hair, wishing you could just have Ava and not a whole party. “Do you think Carly and Shanna would be apart of my bridal party if I asked?”
“Of course, baby. They love you and they’d be more than happy to be your bridesmaids.” He smiled when you smiled. “I’ll even let you have Tara if you want, I don’t need to get her to be a grooms-woman. I think she’d have a much better time with you ladies.” You smiled, kissing his cheek. “So relax, okay?” He took your hand and squeezed it. “Bridal party or not, we’re still going to get married. And if things get too chaotic, we do what Jim and Pam did in The Office. Okay?”
“Okay,” you giggled.
“Okay,” he chuckled and pulled his hand away, climbing out of bed. “I’m going to go get cleaned up first so I can sort Dodger’s breakfast out while you do your thing, then we can head out for the day. I think we can skip breakfast considering you look like you can barely handle a bite of cake.” You nodded in agreement as he headed for the ensuite. “Okay then,” he glanced back at you, smiling. “We’ve got our game plan, now let’s hustle.”
“I can’t do anything until you finish up in there,” you reminded him, laying back down.
“I know, but don’t fall asleep,” he teasingly warned before he closed the ensuite door behind him.
The second the shower started running, he started singing. You smiled, letting your eyelids close. But before you could let yourself drift off, Dodger came barreling in and pounced on you. “Dodger!” You laughed when he licked your face. “Oh my God, stop!” You squirmed under him, laughing hysterically as he continued to attack your face with kisses. “Oh bud,” you ran a hand over his head, smiling when he stopped to look at you with a tilted head. “Aren’t you a romantic? Giving me kisses so early in the morning.”
Dodger barked in your face, causing you to flinch then laugh. He settled in front of you and gently rested his head on your belly. You smiled and stroked his fur, from his head to his tail. He was a handsome one, that boy, and such a sweet and protective fella; much like Chris. You sat up and leaned forward, kissing the top of his head. Chris came out of the steamy bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, smiling when he saw you and Dodger.
“Forgot my underwear,” he told you then was about to walk over to scratch Dodger’s head when Dodger lifted his head and growled at him. “Whoa, bud,” he stopped in his tracks and held up his hands in surrender. “What’s with him?” He asked you and you shrugged with furrowed brows, kissing Dodger’s head as he settled his head back on your belly. “I see how it is, a pretty girl comes into our lives and you turn on me?” You laughed, playing with Dodger’s ears. “Fine, be that way. Don’t come to me when you want to go on a run, she won’t take you running.”
“I can take him walking,” you defended your distaste of running. “Can’t I, bud?” You cooed in Dodger’s face and he licked your cheek. “Don’t be jealous, babe.” You teased Chris when he squinted at the both of you evilly. “You know we’ve got love in our hearts for you, slightly deeper down.” You laughed when he rolled his eyes, walking back into the ensuite and closing the door behind him. “He’s such a baby,” you whispered into Dodger’s ear, giggling. “I am so glad I’ve got you, I wouldn’t know how to handle him on my own.”
Dodger nudged his nose into your hand and you smiled, scratching his head. You loved Dodger as much as you loved Chris, sometimes more than you loved Chris because he’d never do anything to annoy or piss you off. Chris knew this and he used Dodger to his advantage when he got into fights with you, tying notes to Dodger’s collar and sending him to find you. It was pretty cute and you always cracked after seeing Dodger’s adorable face. But then again, it didn’t take long for you to crack at Chris’ adorable face either. You were weak when it came to those two, just like Chris was weak when it came to the two of you.
It would be interesting to see what would happen when the time came for the two of you to become parents. You always saw yourself as the bad cop to Chris’ good cop when you wrote, you both agreed he’d be a pushover when your first child came along. Be it a little man or a little princess- he’d waited too long for a child to be strict with him or her. You’d most likely have to be the one to do the disciplining, though knowing your soft heart- you wouldn’t be able to be the strict and authoritative parent you’d imagined yourself to be. But that was a long way down the road, not something either of you had to worry about now. Now, the only child you had to worry about was your fiancé because even Dodger was more mature than Chris. Chris, who was once again walking out of the steamy bathroom with just a towel, because he’d realized the pair of underwear he’d taken was yours and not his.
“Nice hair,” you commented, trying not to laugh at Chris’ wet and deliberately spiked up hair; the kind of hairstyle you’d do to a two year old when you gave them a bath. He winked and reentered the bathroom, closing the door behind him again. “So much more mature,” you chuckled into Dodger’s fur when you gave him another kiss.
I await Shawn’s arrival and eventually my impatience got the best of me. An hour had passed with no word from him and I grew nervous. He never left the house for this long without telling me. I decided to call him to see what was going on. I dialed his number and waited for an answer.
“Hey baby, what’s up?” Shawn’s chirpy voice finally answered after ringing four times. I could hear the faint strumming of a guitar in the background. I figured he was probably at the studio after hearing the guitar, but was still curious anyways.
“Where are you?” I asked, a little worried.
“Oh, shit. I forgot to tell you. I wrote a song and I wanted to come to the studio to record it as soon as I wrote it. I’m so sorry.” He apologized.
“It’s alright, I was just worried.”
“How was your doctor’s appointment?” Shawn asked me. His interest in everything I did was something else I loved about Shawn. Even if it was just a simple doctor’s appointment, Shawn wanted to know how it was. Except this appointment wasn’t a simple or a normal one, but Shawn didn’t know otherwise.
“It was good, I’ll tell you more when you get home.” I promised. We continued talking about our day so far. Shawn was finally on his way home by the end of our phone call. I was getting so excited about telling him and then I realized I hadn’t even thought out how I was going to do it.
Do I just tell him, blurt it out? ‘Hey love, we’re having a baby!’ Or do I need to do something extremely sweet and surprise him? 'You know, Father’s Day is coming up, I think we should go out and celebrate.’ Shawn would probably say, 'Why would we celebrate Father’s Day?’ And I would respond with ‘Because you’re going to be a father.’ No, that’s too cheesy. But what do I need to do?
By the time I heard Shawn pull up, I had decided how I was going to tell him. I took in a long, deep breath and prepared myself. I wasn’t sure what exactly I was preparing myself for. Shawn would be excited no matter how I broke the news to him. There was no way I could screw this up. Shawn walked in the door looking stressed and I knew that would cause my plan to work even better. He gently set his guitar down in the foyer then walked to the kitchen. He sighed softly while running his fingers through his thick, curly hair. He really needed a haircut. The long hair wasn’t much of a dad look.
“What’s wrong?” I asked when he sat down on one of the stools.
“When I got to the studio the song didn’t sound as good as I thought it did so we had to do some tweaking. Nothing major.” He admitted. I looked at him from across the kitchen while he clenched his jaw and looked down at the marble counter top. He looked exhausted from his day’s work. He said he had left right after I did and he just now got home. He spent a whopping six hours working on a song and recording it.
“Want a drink?” I said. His answer was yes so I started pouring him a drink. I walked towards Shawn with his drink in my hand and not one for myself, for obvious reasons. I sat it down in front of Shawn and rubbed his back lovingly. I felt every ridge of his muscular back and in my mind, admired it.
“Are you not going to drink anything? Not even some wine?” Shawn asked. I shook my head while scrunching my nose up out of disgust. He probably thought I was sick, I rarely ever turn down wine.
“I can’t.” I told him. I waited for him to catch on and could barely hide a smile that was forming on my lips.
“What do you mean you can’t? Don’t you mean you don’t want to?”
“No, I can’t drink.” I told him once again. The fact that he was tired was probably why he hadn’t figured it out yet. I wanted to just blurt it out. ‘I’m pregnant, you idiot! Why haven’t you caught on yet?’
“Why not?” He now looked confused and had his hand resting on my waist, rubbing slowly. Shawn rubbing my hips and my waist would be something that was rare once he I told him the news. He would always be caressing my stomach from now on and I was sure of it. I pecked his lips quickly a few times, tasting the faint, undeniable flavor of liquor. I prepared myself to tell Shawn the best news I would ever tell him. I smiled while inhaling then exhaling deeply.
“I’m pregnant.” I breathed out against his lips. I closed my eyes and waited for his reaction while my forehead rested against Shawn’s. I waited for Shawn to smile, to hug me just a little too tight, and kiss me.
“You’re pregnant? You’re really pregnant?” Shawn inquired, looking happier than a child on Christmas morning. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me in a hug.
“I’m really pregnant, Shawn.” I told him. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me sweetly. His lips pressed against mine over and over again. During multiple kisses, our teeth hit one another’s because we couldn’t control the smile we were both wearing.
“I love you.” Shawn kept repeating in between kisses. After pulling away from my lips, he lowered himself down and knelt in front of me. “And I love you just as much.” He said while kissing my stomach softly just once.
“I love you too.” I spoke. This was really happening. Shawn and I were finally having a baby after so many years of wanting one. We were finally starting a family.
“So what about names?” Shawn asked excitedly while we were laying in bed later that night. I chuckled lightly and rolled over to face Shawn. His arm was slung over my waist as soon as I was facing him.
“Babe, we don’t even know the gender yet. Don’t you think it’s a little too early for names?” I stroked his cheek with my thumb while staring into his huge caramel colored eyes, a trait I hoped our baby would inherit. To be quite honest, I hoped our baby looked just like Shawn. A mini Shawn would be the most adorable child on earth.
“It’s never too early for names.” Shawn scoffed jokingly. “If it’s a girl, I like Addison. Addison Mendes.”
“I like Addison too.” I agreed. Shawn already seemed more creative with names than I was. We would probably change our mind on names dozens of times though.
“And we could call her Addie for short.” Shawn smiled and I smiled too. We were both so exuberantly happy about being parents.
“What about for a boy?” I asked. Shawn thought hard about it.
“I like Oliver, and we could call him Ollie?” Shawn said. Shawn and I both looked at each other for a moment before making facial expressions that showed we didn’t like it. “Okay, babe.” Shawn laughed while kissing my forehead.
“When is your first doctor’s appointment?” Shawn asked. I told him the time of the appointment I had scheduled earlier today. “I’ll be there.”
“But won’t you have a show? Or a photoshoot, something?” I wondered.
“I do, but you and our baby are more important.” The baby was only the size of a little bean and Shawn was already an amazing father. I absolutely could not wait to raise this child with him.
You loved that man but you didn’t understand why it took him 45 minutes to do his hair. It was literally 2 inches long.
As you looked around the living room making sure you had everything you needed to spend the day over at Mary and John’s you spotted the gift bag that had ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ written on it. Knowing Dean would probably walk right out the front door and forget it you sat it beside your bag.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist. I’m ready.” Dean said as he was walking down the stairs rolling up the sleeves on his red flannel.
“Finally. I put your mothers gift by my bag so we wouldn’t forget to grab it. I think we have everything else we need already in the car.”
“Alrighty then. Let’s get this show on road!”
Rolling your eyes at him you grabbed your bag and Mary’s present as you walked out the door.
Thirty minutes later you were pulling up to their house. As you were walking up the sidewalk you seen Sam and Jess’s car parked in the driveway.
“I’m glad someone was here on time.” You say hoping that Dean was close enough to hear you.
“Maybe Sam wasn’t as lucky as I was last night.” Winking at you as he walked past you to open the door.
“This is true” you say matter-of-factly.
“We’re here” Dean announced just as Mary came around the corner.
“Happy Mother’s Day mom” Dean told his mother as he gave her a hug and quick kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you sweetie.” She said as she moved from Dean to you. “Hi Y/N, How are you sweetheart?”
“I’m fine Mrs. Winchester-”
“How many times have I got to tell you it’s Mary. Come on in.”
Following Mary through the house she leads you to the dining room where you see Sam and John sitting down at the table.
“Hey Dad. Hey Sam.” Dean said walking past them and to the fridge to grab a beer.
“Hey guys!” You say as Sam pulls you into a hug.
“Hey Y/N, Did you guys get lost?” Sam says jokingly.
“Ha, Why don’t you ask Dean why we were late?”
Just as you had hoped everyone looked right over at Dean.
“Sam wants to know why were late. Do you want to tell 'em or should I?”
“There’s nothing to tell.” He says nonchalantly before taking a long drink of his beer.
“Oh so you spending 45 minutes on your hair is just normal?”
“Wait so that’s why you were late?!” Sam said shock and laughter lacing his words.
“Now thay my work here is done I’m going to go see if your mom needs help in the kitchen.”
“Hey Mary I was wondering if you needed any help getting lunch ready?”
“Oh well John’s going to start the burgers soon and I think everything else has already been fixed and put in the fridge until it’s time to eat. So I think it’s all been taken care of.”
“Well in that case I have something I want to give to you. It’s a little mothers day present from me.”
Reaching down in your purse you pulled out a small box with ribbon around it.
“Honey you didn’t have to get me anything.” She says while she took the ribbon off and opened the box.
“Oh my god!” She said once she seen what was inside. “Are you pregnant?!”
“Yes! But Dean doesn’t know yet. I thought you’d like to be the one who tells him.”
“I’d love to tell him, but are you sure uou don’t want to?”
“I just want to there when you tell him.”
Just then Jess came into th kitchen.
“What is going on in here? I heard Mary holler and ”
“Y/N’s pregnant! But no one else knows so we gotts keep it hush hush for a little bit.”
“Oh my gosh Y/N congratulations!” Jess says while hugging you.
“Thanks. I’m so excited for Mary to tell Dean. He’s going to be so happy.”
A few minutes later you, Jess and Mary joined the guys outside.
“Ah there they are.” John chuckled from behind the grill.
“You just missed an awesome story.” John chuckled from behind the grill.
“I don’t think I wanna know.” Mary said while walking over to check her husbands cooking.
“That’s probably for the best.” Dean said as you sat down beside him at the picnic table.
“Everything is ready except fir the burgers. So when those get done we can eat.” Mary mentioned as she sat down across from you.
Looking uo you seen Mary mouth the words “I’m going to do it soon” and you instantly gor nervous. You knew Dean wanted to be a dad even if he hadn’t said so. You seen the way he would look at little kids when you would pass by them in the supermarket or when you would see them playing with their food at a restaurant. The thought of that being one of your and Dean’s kids brought a smile to your face.
“So mom what’s it like having an entire day dedicated to you?” Sam asked
“Well it’s not just dedicated to me, but to every mother. Whether she is expecting, already has children, or has passed on.”
She answered Sam, looking casually at you when she said 'expecting’. You hoped no one else noticed and if they did you hoped that they wouldn’t think anything of it.
“Which reminds me, someone here has a very important announcement to make. But being the amazing daughter-in-law she is, decided to let me do the honours as a wonderful mother’s day present to me.”
She paused long enough to look around at everyone and then finally said, “John, were gonna be grandparents. Dean and Y/N are having a baby!” She practically jumped off the bench with excitement.
Dean looked over at you with a shocked expression on his face.“ You’re pregnant?!”
You were a little taken aback by his reaction. You thought he would be happy about this.“Y-yeah, I found out about two weeks ago and thought that it would make a nice mothers day present for your mom.”
While you were talking you noticed the expression on Dean’s face never changed. Soon he began running his fingers through his hair and you knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Hey do you wanna go talk inside?”
Without even taking a second thought he said yes and was halfway to the house before you had even gotten up.
“Dean you know you’re going to be an amazing dad, right?”
“How can you be so sure? You say all the time how I’m a silly man child.”
“Yes you can be a silly man child, but when you aren’t being adorably goofy you are the sweetest, most caring, selfless person I know and I’m so glad you are the father of my child.”
“I am pretty adorable.” He says with a cute smirk on his face. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad.”
“How do you think I felt when I found out? I took maybe four at home pregnancy tests and went to two different doctors. I still had a hard time believeing it!”
“You know as soon as we walk out there we are going be attacked with hugs right?” Dean said tilting his chin towards the backyard.
“Yeah, but were having a baby.” Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled your self close to him.
“We sure are.” He replied before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you.
Do any of you like the succ? Ok real question, To everyone how much do you love laptop child Aka Alter Ego
Kirigiri: Alter Ego.. oh you must mean the app fujisaki made for the school?
Kirigiri: it’s still unfinished but fujisaki already released it to us to test it out. They were suppose to help guide the students through out the school year, telling announcements, listing events and etc.
Kirigiri: We all adore Fujisaki’s work but i think the one who’s most excited about them is Nanami
EXO | You Have A Child From A Previous Relationship
hi! i really like your blog! would you mind doing a reaction for monsta x and exo when their s/o they’ve been dating for about a month nervously reveals she has a child from a previous relationship? thanks!
I searched the internet far and wide….okay maybe I searched google and searched for a little over an hour…and most of these are gifs a couple of them are not….
Y/C/N (Your Child’s Name)
Xiumin/Minseok: I can see Xiumin at first being upset, and not at the fact that you had a child from a previous relationship. He would be upset that you didn’t tell him from the start; he adores you and wants to know everything about you and your child would be a vital part of your life, so why shouldn’t he know? After you gave him your reasonings (whatever they might be) he would understand and of course say that if you were comfortable with it he would like to meet them.
“I just have to get my jacket and then we can go to dinner,” you said, walking out of your bedroom.
“But Minnie isn’t ready yet,” your daughter said as she put a flower clip in Minseok’s hair.
“One cannot go out without the proper hair accessories,” he said, flashing you a smile.
Suho/Junmyeon: Saying as Suho was normally the one calling “family meetings” and it was just the two of you, he was concerned by what you had to tell him. When you told him that you had a child from a previous relationship he wondered why you didn’t tell him from the get go (I don’t think something like this would be a deal breaker for him), but he didn’t question you about it openly. Instead he would ask to meet your child and he would make them feel comfortable around him in true Suho fashion.
“Here comes Mr. Teddy Bear…”
Lay/Yixing: It would come as a shock to him when you revealed to him that you had a child from a previous relationship. But it wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. He loved you and as such he would do his best to get along with your child and set a good example. But…I would also like to wish you good luck actually getting your child back…
“Yixing, I need to give him his bath,” you said, reaching for your son.
“Tsk,” he said, pushing your hands away, “Can’t you see we are in the middle of The Land Before Time? A bath can wait a few more minutes.”
Baekhyun: “Terrified” would probably be the words to describe how he was feeling in that exact moment that you told him that you had a child from a previous relationship. He’s a usually loud guy and his silence would concern you. Mainly that concern would probably be a bunch of questions that you either were or were not ready to answer and him wondering if the child would like him. He loves kids but there was still that worry that yours in particular wouldn’t like him.
“He’ll love you Baek, just be yourself,” you said, trying to reassure him, “Are you ready to meet him.”
“Yeah…yeah I’m ready,” he replied.
You went and got your son from his bedroom and introduced him to a now smiling Baekhyun. “He looks just like you Y/N…he has your cute cheeks…hey little man.”
Chen/Jongdae: He would probably be quick to want to meet your child leaving you with a dumbfounded look on your face.
“What did you think I was going to leave you cause you had a kid?”
Honestly that was your biggest fear; but with Jongdae (much like Lay) I think that because of his bond with you it wouldn’t take much for him to get along with your child.
“Um…Dae? Can I have my son back?” you asked, as he began to walk down the hallway of SM.
“After I show him off to the guys, yeah,” he replied, walking off.
Chanyeol: For this sweetie you wouldn’t have to worry about nerves. As soon as you tell him about your child he would be ready to him and making plans about the games they could play. But just know…when it comes to potty time he has nothing to do with diapers.
“Did you say “potty”?” Chanyeol questioned before quickly picking up your son and running down the stairs of the park, “Y/N! Y/N! I need you!”
“What happened to my 30 minutes of eomma alone time?” you questioned, putting down your book.
“I don’t control potty time, take that up with him!”
D.O.: Kyungsoo would probably be a little terrified when he heard the words leave your mouth, however…he would know what the best way to approach this situation was slowly. He wouldn’t immediately tell the child that you were dating (if the child even understood at that point) he would just start as “mommy’s friend who came over during playtime” and as they got to know each other he would allow things to go from there.
Kai/Jongin: It is in his DNA to be a father. If you have seen anything with him and kids, he is a natural with them. So as soon as the words left your mouth that you had a child his response would be “when do I get to meet him?”
Your son was never quick to warm up to people but as soon as he met Jongin they clicked and like they had never not known each other.
“Boys dinner is-,” you started but stopped when you saw Jongin sitting on the floor with your son in his lap reading him a book.
“The rabbit has big ears huh? What if I got your ear?” Jongin asked, giving a small tug to his ear.
“No, my ear,” your son replied laughing.
Sehun: He was scared at first when you told him about his child. But as sassy as this boy can be he’s a sweetie and is caring. Though it was scary, he would jump at every opportunity to help you whenever he could and I could see him and your child quickly becoming close.
“Where did-oh my god!” you said, when you realized that your daughter who had gotten away from you had run up on stage.
“You all know about my girlfriend, Y/N,” he said as she wrapped her arms around his legs, “Well this is Y/N’s daughter Y/C/N…my princess.”
Luhan: As much as he would try and act cool about the news he would probably be internally freaking out about the fact that you had a child from a previous relationship. But as soon as he would meet the child that internal freak out would turn into a gooey mess.
“Well, how are things?” you asked checking up on things.
“They’re great,” Luhan said, “He’s amazing jagi.”
Kris: Kris loves kids, so like Xiumin, it wouldn’t be the “you have a kid” part as much as the “not telling” part. He would immediatly question why you thought you needed to hide something as important as this. But any irritation would go away as soon as he met your son.
“You look just like your eomma,” Kris said.
“Eomma says you sing,” your son said, holding a fake microphone, “I sing sometimes too.”
“Do ya buddy? Will you show me?” Kris questioned earning a nod from your son.
Tao: You’d probably get mixed signals from Tao. On one hand he was in love with you and wanted nothing more than to see you happy and share every aspect of your lives together. OOOOOOOOOOON the other hand, he wasn’t real confident when it came to the subject of tiny humans. But he would give his best even if it took some time to get used to things.
“What is that?? Did you pick your nose again??” you heard from the back seat. On the way to your mother’s house Tao had decided to sit in the back seat with your daughter and read to her and keep her preoccupied during the long ride.
“Is everything okay back there?” you questioned, looking in the review mirror.
“I know you two are playing but please try to be careful” you said to Peter cautiously, worried that he may get a little too excited while playing with the child. Still you couldn’t help but smile a bit at how cute they were.
“Don’t worry mom we’re just having fun” Peter grinned causing your daughter to let out the most adorable little giggle. Peter’s smile only brightened. It was obvious he was loving being a dad.
Something told you he wanted to be better, much better than his own father. He’s already gone on and on several times about how much he loves her and would do anything to protect her.
“Okay just making sure” you said kissing the silver haired boy on the cheek.
Hi! I want to request a negan x child reader one shot where negan is like a dad to her and she’s just a little adorable sunshine!😍
I hope you like it! 💕
You were running through the halls of the Sanctuary, bumping people as you followed a cat that had gotten inside somehow.
The people you pushed out of the way were annoyed by the way you bumped them like they were furniture, but what bothered them the most was that you would never get scolded because you were Negan’s favourite.
He had found you at the beginning of the outbreak and saved you from a group of bad people that had no good intentions, then he took you in and grew fond of you, but who wouldn’t? You were just a sweetheart, a little spoiled, but adorable as hell.
The cat ran out of sight, he was sprinting through the pairs of legs and you had to bid your feet to go faster so you could find him again. But the cat got away and you couldn’t get any closer to him because someone grabbed your waist with an arm.
You grunted and wiggled your legs in the air as he lifted you up.
“No running in the halls, sweetheart”, Negan laughed and held you in the air with only one arm.
“Kitty”, was the only thing you could say, for he was pressing his arm on your stomach and you were sort of sad for seeing the small cat getting away.
“Come again?”, he finally put you on the ground but you didn’t ran out chasing the cat anymore, he had gotten away.
“There was a cat…”, you said and a mournful look appeared on your face. “I just wanted to play with him.”
“A cat?”, Negan arched an eyebrow and then the laughter returned to his lips.
You nodded, looking down and with a pout on your face.
“What did it look like?”, he asked, humouring you.
“It was a he”, you corrected, which made him laugh again.
“I am not gonna fucking ask you how you know that, sweetheart”, he told you. “You really like cats, huh?”
You nodded again, looking at him in the eyes. He was tall, almost two feet taller than you, which meant that to look at his face you always had to crane your neck.
Dwight appeared from behind Negan. “We’re ready”, he told him, referring to the people that Negan would be taking that day to handle one of the communities that worked for him.
Negan didn’t turn to look at the guy, he kept his eyes on you, yet he nodded at his words.
“Don’t get in trouble while I’m gone, sweetheart”, he said and took a step closer to you, ruffling your hair and quickly grazing your cheek with the back of his forefinger.
“When are you coming back?”, you asked with a sweet voice, the one he loved to hear when he got back home after a long day of work and the one he longed to hear while he was away.
Your question was not uncommon, you asked him that every time he left the compound, even when he promised that he wasn’t gonna go too far.
“Tomorrow morning”, he answered.
“What?!”, your voice became louder and not as tender as it had been just a second ago. “B-But why?”
“I gotta handle this shit, we’ve talked about it”, Negan told you sternly and you nodded, yet you had a hard time accepting the fact that he wasn’t gonna be there to tuck you in at night as he usually did.
“What if you don’t come back?”, the brittleness in your words almost made his heart melt.
“I will, sweetheart”, he said confidently. You trusted him and you knew he was gonna come back, but you wanted to hear it from his own voice.
“Do you promise?”, you raised your eyebrows and held your hands together at the level of your chest in a hopeful gesture.
“I promise, princess”, Negan nodded and turned his head to Dwight, hoping he wasn’t witnessing that moment.
“Pinky promise?”, you lifted your little finger at him, he looked down at it and sighed.
“Pinky fucking promise”, he said through gritted teeth and chained his finger with yours.
You smiled widely and found some kind of relief in his promise. He grabbed you by your shoulder and pulled you to him, he placed a kiss on your forehead and then he turned around and walked away.
“See ya, little one”, Dwight smiled at you and you did the same, waving goodbye at him as he followed Negan.
You spent the rest of the day just doing what you usually did, reading some books and drawing on the sketchbook that you had kept with you since you left your house all those months ago.
When the sky turned black and there was only the moonlight to light your room, you felt a little nostalgic. It would be the first night since you had arrived to the Sanctuary that Negan wouldn’t be visiting you and talking about his day, telling you about how he killed and threatened people, which used to scare you at first, but it eventually became the most normal thing to you.
You threw yourself on the bed, pulling the covers over you and curling up as you held on to the pillows, searching for a bit of warmth to make up for Negan’s absence.
You fell asleep with a tear falling on your pillow.
The next morning you woke up, you suddenly remembered that Negan had promised that he would be back in the morning, so you rolled on the bed and kicked the blankets off, you got on your feet and quickly headed towards the door, but before you could open it, you heard a voice in your room.
“In a bit of a rush, aren’t we, sweetheart?”, you heard Negan’s voice, you turned your neck to find him sitting on a chair with both arms on the armrest.
“You’re back!”, you squeaked and ran to him, jumping to his lap and hugging him.
“And I got something for you, princess”, he said and looked around the room. “Ah, there it is.”
Negan lifted you sligthly and you put your feet on the floor, he stood up from the chair and walked towards your night table, he picked up what you thought was a small ball of fur and then he went back to you.
“I know how much you like cats”, he said and handed you the little ball that meowed once his wide blue eyes met yours.
You grabbed him from Negan’s hands and pressed his face against yours, he was so soft and fluffy that you wanted to keep him there forever.
“He’s gorgeous!”, you exclaimed with the biggest smile on your lips. “Can I keep him?”
He sighed and shook his head, knowing he was already giving you a lot of privileges over the others, but he couldn’t say no when two pairs of wide eyes were looking at him and batting their eyelashes.
“You’re gonna clean its shit”, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “And I don’t want him fucking running all around the place.”
You ran to him and hugged his waist with one arm, for you were still holding the small cat with one hand.
“Thank you, Negan”, you murmured against his chest, with the cat between you two.
“Anytime, sweetheart”, he placed his hand on the top of your head and stroked your hair.
Seth yelled through the house, “Babe, come here. I have to show
you something!” you slowly got up from your spot on the couch
huffing and rolling your eyes. You threw the book you were reading
onto the small coffee table.
the matter?” you asked when you made your way outside to your
driveway, “What’s so important that you interrupt my reading?”
what the-” barking interrupted you. On the little grass patch
infront of your house sat Seth with a little fluffy bundle between
who joined us!” he grinned
excitedly at you.
dog?” you asked in disbelief.
just a dog, the most adorable little puppy in the whole world”
he held the little bundle into his face, fussing over it like it was
a child, “I just had to get him when I saw him in the mall!”
that shows me that I can’t let you get groceries by yourself
anymore.” you shook your head, standing right next to him. He
looked up to you with a pout.
thought this is what you wanted. We
talked about getting a dog so I guessed you wouldn’t be mad if I get
not mad Seth, just… suprised.” you calmed him and pet the
little dog who excitedly jumped on Seths lap, “I want a dog, I
just didn’t know that we’d get one so fast.” you chuckled.
good. It’s meant to be a surpise.” he cheekily grinned pecking
sure is. And a fluffy one too.” you laughed taking a hold of the
little white puppy.
Prompt: Lin and Reader meet early on in their careers.
Author’s Note: Another Lin fic! I know…I’m so predictable. I’m working on the Lin/Reader/Pippa one next! Send in some requests if you’d like to see something other than Lin! We’ve also hit over 600 followers! You guys are amazing!
You were lucky to get anything, you reminded yourself as the day-long rehearsal came to it’s beginning.
Dressed head to toe in the most comfortable workout clothes you could throw together, you stood in line with the other female ensemble members. You glanced at the other side of the room, where the men were lined up.
But look here: instagram*com/p/BT_aNntlK5I/ . I don't get it.
the literal meaning of the kanji is “spoiled child”, they were speaking in japanese. but the translator girl argued if it’s translated to korean, the word would have meaning that is more similar to aegyo (cute); someone acting (cutely) like a child around you.
childlike/babyish persona is often (if not, always) being associated with cuteness. so based on the translation to JI,KS is someone who acts akin to a child/baby; cute (bc most ppl find children to be adorable) and needs to be spoiled/taken care of.
“Ugh why did they have to make her hair so complicated.” You whine as you keep pausing and unpausing the hair tutorial playing on your computer.
“Just make sure it looks perfect, we need to make these outfits look legit.” The voice replies through the phone speaker.
“Stiles, your lucky I’m even doing this, do not test me.” You warn.
“I’m just saying this has to be the best Halloween ever and because you love me and would- Ok I can sense your death stare through the phone I’m going to stop talking.” He rushes out, god this boy talks fast.
“Good idea.” You laugh.
“So your coming to my shmmmhshsh?” You say as you place a bobby pin between your teeth as you try to roll the plait in circles.
“I got none of that.” Stiles stated and you groan and reluctantly take the pin out of your mouth and let your hair drop.
“I said, your coming to my house at eight right?” You ask.
“Oh yeah eight, yep.” He confirms.
“Ok babe I’m gonna go.” You say. “Ok, I’m serious I can not wait I have been counting down the days and you are going to look so-” He rambles. “Stiles!” You laugh. “Yeah?” “I love you and goodbye.” You giggle. “I love you too but-” You hang up on him and shake your head as you continue to try and get your hair to stay in position. Oh god how did I let myself get talked into this.
“Ok I have an idea what we can go as!” Stiles says excitedly as he types quickly into google imagines.
“Oh god what?” You ask. “Batman and Robin! Obviously I would be Batman-”
“Your kidding right? First off I am not going as a dude and secondly and most importantly I am not going as a side kick! I’m way above that babe.” You argue flopping down on his bed. “You’ve got a point, ok what about..” He says deep in thought as he sits down next to me. “I know! Han Solo and Princess Leia, you can wear that really hot gold bikini- ow!” He yells as you smack him around the head.
“Alright I deserved that.” He admits rubbing his head.
“Ok what about, oh I know!” He says then his eyes widen as a light bulb goes off.
He rushes over to his closet and fumbles around with his back to me. He turns around with a Darth Vader mask on. “Luke I am your father.” He says in a deep voice causing me to giggle. “That’s cute but no.” You say seriously. He quickly rips off the mask chucking it somewhere, “Luke, your father I am?” He says desperately. “You are not going as Yoda, Stiles.” I giggle and he moans in annoyance and flops down next to me.
He keeps listing ideas off and I continue to say no as I fall back onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling declining all of them. “Ok what about Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia?” He asks as I feel the bed dip and I feel his body heat as he lies down next to me. “No, they’re brother and sister and we are dating, true they didn’t know they were twins when they kissed but it’s still really weird and I could not bring myself to kiss you in those costumes.” You sigh.
You feel Stiles turn his body on his side to face you and you glance over to see him smiling at you. “What?” You ask turning to face him. “Nothing it’s just your so hot when you talk nerd to me.” He smirks. You giggle and lean over gently placing a kiss on his mouth. You shuffle over so your resting your head on his chest and he happily snakes his arm around you bringing your leg over his so your bodies become entangled.
“You created this nerd.” You joke as you gently trace the lines of his plaid shirt. “I know.” He says smugly.
“Look can’t we just, go as Mario and Princess Peach or something?” You ask biting your lip to resist from smiling to spoil the joke. You look up to see him death staring you. “Are you freaking joking? Please tell me your joking or I swear-” “Relax babe, I was kidding.” You laugh as he rolls his eyes and lets his head rest back on the pillow.
“Ok I will go as Princess Leia but-” You say giving him a pointed look as his eyes light up. “Only if I wear the white dress.” You say and he grins. “Deal babe.” He smirks bringing your head up for another kiss.
You sigh adjusting your hair one more time as you look in the mirror. Yep definitely needs another coat of hairspray. You grab the can and apply as much as you can before your eyes start to water. You spin around in the mirror picking at the white material, you stumble around and groan. You could barely walk in these ridiculously high boots.
You hear the doorbell ring and you grin. You slowly make your way down the stairs gripping onto the railing. You call out a good bye to your parents and you swing open the door and immediately let out a snort of laughter at Stiles. God he was a dork. His eyes widen at the sight of you and his jaw literally drops.
“Holy shit you look- I mean you look- like really hot.” He admits causing you to go a crimson red. “That was definitely not in the movie.” He says referring to the slit in your dress exposing your skin right up to your middle left thigh leaving your knee high boot on display. “I know I’m sorry, but this was the only one they had-” “Are you kidding, do not apologize you look amazing.” He breathes.
“Why thank you Mr Solo, you don’t look to bad yourself.” You smirk. “Your majesty.” He bows jokingly. “Would such a beautiful princess like yourself do me the honor of escorting me around the streets as we knock on doors for candy?” He asks extending his arm for you to loop your arm through.
“Well since Chewbaccas not here I guess you’ll have to do.” You tease sliding your arm through his as you walk out of your front yard. “Ah yes Chewie my faithful companion…” He begins causing you to giggle.
You had been out for an hour now and so far it had been way more fun than expected. Even though most of the people out where like half your age you and Stiles didn’t mind. He kept asking you if you wanted to bail and head to Lydia’s annual Halloween party but you insisted you didn’t care, you would rather watch Stiles act like an adorable child than be pressed against sweaty bodies for hours.
“Stiles!” You say pulling on his sleeve. “What.” He says looking back at where you were staring. Once he spots what you were indicating, you both look at each other smirking and nod together. “He’s home alone, Melissa is out on a shift and he told me he was going to study instead of going to the party.” Stiles adds as you both speed walk towards Scott’s house.
You grab his hand in yours and ring the door bell rocking on the balls of your feet as you hear his footsteps running down the stairs.
“I’m sorry I’m out of-”
“Trick or Treat!” You and Stiles both scream causing him to jump.
“Jesus Christ, *yn*, stiles? What the hell are you guys doing?” He asks his face full of pure confusion. “It’s Halloween.” Stiles states. “Duh.” You add.
“Yeah but why aren’t you at Lydia’s party, oh yeah ok just.. come on in.” He continues as Stiles leads you past Scott as he continues to ramble.
“We went trick or treating.” Stiles grins stopping once he’s insider and swiveling around. “Thoughts?” He asks gesturing at our costumes.
“Uh, good….” Scott trails off.
“You don’t know who we are do you?” Stiles questions.
“Yeah of course I do! Uh you guys are from um Star… Trek?” He winces and I internally cringe. Bad mistake. “Star Trek, S-star Trek.” Stiles says letting out a loud harsh laugh.
“Oh god here we go.” You mumble rubbing your temples.
“It’s Star Wars man! Oh my god how many have I told you to watch those movies! They are pure freaking art Scott! It’s literally a blessing to sit and watch those movies! Jesus what’s next, you’ll be telling me Anakin and Luke are brothers? Or the correct chronological order is movies one, two, three, four, five, six and not four, five, six, one, two, three?” He says forcing out another bound of stressful laughs.
“Why wouldn’t it be one, two, three, four, five, six?” Scott asks glancing at me. Oh those adorable brown eyes aren’t going to save you this time Scotty.
“Oh god it hurts, it physically hurts.” Stiles says dramatically as he clutches at his heart.
“Stiles don’t you think your being a tiny bit over dramatic, I mean they’re just some stupid movies.” Scott says attempting to lighten the mood.
“Oh you’ve really done it now Scotty.” I sigh shaking my head as I watch Stiles turn slowly to Scott. “S-stupid movies? Stupid movies! That’s funny Scott, hilarious.” He says. “Quick question, will it still be as funny after I beat you over the head with this a couple hundred times?” Stiles asks as he pulls out his fake light saber. Oh god.
Stiles begins to run at Scott and I shove myself infront of him. “Stop!” You yell. You were about to get up both of them when an idea came to you. Probably your best one yet. One that definitely benefited you.
“I have an idea how we can settle this.” You smirk.
“Wait so what are we doing again?” Scott asks as he watches you move the coffee table out of the way. “Simple. You and Stiles are going to have a duel.” I say grabbing Stiles’s light saber from him and mine out of its holder on my hip. “Now who wants-” “I shots blue.” Stiles calls snatching it out of my hand causing me to roll my eyes.
“Ok,” I say as I sit down on the couch, a perfect seat to witness the entertainment. “If Scott wins he gets all the candy we collected tonight.” I say pointing out our two over flowing bags as they both stand on either sides of the carpet. “What do I get if I win?” Stiles asks. “Me.” You smirk sending him a playful wink. I watch him as the grip on his light saber tightens, now he had something to fight for. “How do you determine who wins?” Scott asks. “When the other one surrenders.” You say in a mock evil tone drumming your fingers together, Stiles had rubbed off on you way too much.
“And remember Scott no wolf powers.” You warn and he sighs and nods.
“Ok, let the duel begin!” You yell.
For a while both fidgeted, slowly edging towards eachother. Stiles was the first to launch at Scott, out of nowhere he wacks him on the arm. And then chaos ins-sued. Both boys were stumbling around just barely missing things, it was a miracle nothing was broken. Every now and then one would get a good wack in but it was pretty evenly matched. And it was the most entertaining thing you had ever seen. You were in complete stitches as you watched the two idiots dodge each other and fumble around, of course you were filming all of it.
Eventually you noticed Stiles beginning to tire, and you knew Scott was always going to win. You really didn’t want him to, even though it was all in good fun you knew Stiles always felt so inadequate compared to Scott like ‘the sidekick’. You’d tried convincing him that he was the brains and was like the glue holding everyone together but he had trouble believing it. He needed to win this, and the only way that was going to happen was with your help.
You watch as the boys begin to walk towards you, Scott walking backwards with his back to you. Ever so slightly you subtly stick your boot covered foot behind his ankles and as he took a step he tripped over and landed on his back. Stiles yells in triumph as he knocks his light saber out of his hands and points his own at Scott’s face. “I surrender!” Scott laughs putting his hands up.
You giggle as you watch Stiles face light up in pure joy, how is it possible to be so hot and cute at the same time? You march up to him and grab his face roughly kissing him. You hear his light saber drop to the ground, as he begins to react wrapping his arms around you.
You pull away breathless and he eventually opens his eyes in shock.
“What was that for?” He asks in confusion.
“Well my daring rescuer had to be rewarded.” You smirk and his face lit up in a goofy smile.
“I did what I had to do Princess.” He jokes causing you to giggle.
“Oh Han, kiss me, please kiss me!” You fake gasp dramatically placing your hand on your forehead like in the movies. “With pleasure.” He smirks pulling you closer to him and smashing his lips to yours. You run your hands through his hair as you deepen the kiss, ignoring Scott’s awkward cough.
“Well I’m going to go and get some water.” He mumbles.
You moan lightly as Stiles squeezes your sides gently, as he bites down on your lower lip as you get more and more into the kiss.
“Oh my god you guys are still making out seriously! No get out! Stiles go fulfill your weird Star Wars kink, freaking fantasy shit somewhere else!” You hear Scott groan. Stiles breaks away from the kiss only to scoop you up bridal style causing you to squeal.
“Of course Scott, we’ll just vacate to your front porch and continue to make out there.” He says sending you a wink before carrying you towards the door, the candy and light sabers forgotten. “That’s not what I meant can’t you guys just- And your making out again.” He sighs as he stops at his front door to see Stiles seated on his deck chair with you on his lap kissing.
“Alright I give up, happy Halloween you freaks.” He sighs shutting the door behind him.
Stiles pulls away from your mouth and you whine in annoyance trying to pull his head back down again. “You know I was thinking for next year we could dress up as-”
“Oh my god shut up and kiss me you dork.” You giggle cutting him off and pressing your lips to his again.