Please let me know if you have any issues at all! I plan on making some more mesh edits for toddlers, so stay tuned for more if that’s what you’re looking for. And if you’re following my story on @keikosim, then this little cutie in the preview pics will appear… soon?
Request: Can I have an Jason Todd imagine where The reader has a fear the Jason will turn into her abusive ex Requested by @wierd-sad-crazy-girl
Jason was violent. Not necessarily with you but surely with those criminals out there. This didn’t mean he didn’t scare you.
When you met him, and didn’t know of his double life, you thought he was just a very angry person. Jason soon gave out his secret to you and you started fearing for your life.
Intentionally, you didn’t share this with anyone. It was already humiliating for you that the world knew of your ex abusive partner and you couldn’t stand it if they knew about your new one too. Sure, Jason hadn’t reached that point. He had never laid a hand on you and you continually asked yourself if you deserved this. Nonetheless you could always remember yourself in a corner of your ex’s apartment, being kicked and slapped to the point of fainting.
Or the times he banned food in the house. You could remember living with water for weeks. If it wasn’t for his friends to give him in to thw police, you’d probably still be there, being hit and starved to death.
Some nights, while Jason was on patrol, you cried yourself to sleep. You were sure that he would eventually hit you, with his raw fists and his well built legs or anything he could find. Or maybe that he’d curse you too. These were the things you were used to for more than two years at least.
So you were left to wonder, why, he hadn’t done anything yet. Why were you still safe and sound.
You had always tried not to initiate fights with him. In contrast to your ex, Jason was able to kill you anytime, if he wanted to. So tonight, when Jason started swearing to himself for what seemed because he couldn’t find his helmet and his left boot, you hesitated to speak.
That until he was facing you.
“I have to go to an emergency mission (y/n)! Tell me where the fuck my stuff are!” He screamed.
“I swear I don’t know Jay. I swear.”
“But how can you not (y/n)? You’re the one that stays in home all day moving all fucking stuff around.”
“Well I’m sorry that I’m trying to keep your freaking apartment clean and tidy, like I’m your fucking cleaning lady.” You snapped at him as your lips pursed in anger.
You lost it the moment he lifted his hand and took it closer to your face. You covered yourself defensively and prayed inside you that he’d stop, you prayed that he wouldn’t hit you.
Nevertheless, you were ready for a hit that never came. When you lowered your hands you saw Jason’s confused face, his blue- green eyes starting at you in disbelief.
His hand, went to do what it was intended to before. He cupped your face and pulled you closer by your waist, to plant a tender kiss on your forehead.
“Y-y-you’re not going to hit me?” You stuttered at the sight of his orbs starting directly into yours with much adoration.
“Why would I ever do that baby girl?” He sounded worried, angry, hurt even guilty. In his mind he repeated yours words again and again, though the truth was right in front of him.
“Because…b-because my ex…” You needn’t say more. Neither did Jason need to hear more to crush you into his arms and let you pour yourself onto his chest.
He realised, almost instantly, that you were afraid of him, and as he thiught, maybe it was his fault. All he seemed to do lately was scream and yell for nothing in particular.
He should have known better. He should have pushed you to tell him what was the reason you had a pair of your ribs surgically removed, because as you had told him you “fell if the stairs”. He should have realised it back then, when you were dating with that bastard whose name he couldn’t recall.
“Shhh” he muttered into your hair and placed a kiss at the top of it. “I’m here and it’s okay. No one is going to hurt you baby girl!”
Jason let you cry a little more. He knew, better than anyone, that sometimes a person had to have a breakdown. That once a should reaches its lowest point, the only thing it can do right after was to go up.
With that said, he was already planning how to cheer you up, even if it was momentarily.
“Please remember I love you… I’ll never hurt you!” Jason whispered once again, this time feeling a cold tear slipping down his cheek as you nodded against his chest. He felt his heart break by your sobs. He knew this kind of sobs. They were filled with pain and disappointment maybe even some self-hatred.
From now on, Jason’s goal was to make you forget, he wanted to numb your pain. He needed to heal was had been broken, to fill your scared heart with love. Not only because you didn’t deserve this as a human, but because he was in love with you. For a long time now, and he wouldn’t let an abusive bastard destroy his beloved’s soul.
Prompt: So like,, do you do King George III x Female!Reader smut? If so, can you do like a soulmate AU where the reader is Hamilton’s sister but somehow manages to be able to go see KG3 and they talk and then later since they’re soulmates, they have sex and then somehow hamilton finds out and is like “HOW DID MY SISTER FUCK THE KING OF ASSHOLES” and make it something funny and smutty lol anyway thank you! Love your blog!!
Thank you for the ask, anon!!! I had a ton of fun writing this (partially because I have a huge crush on our resident drama king myself). Ahhh I’m sorry there’s no smut in this one but there will be in the next chapter! Warnings: a bit of swearing, embarrassment, hate kisses, and Alexander being…well, Alexander. Enjoy!
Request: “How would NCT react meeting your family for the first time?” & “NCT reaction to meeting your family?”
A/N: Yes, that’s right, two requests in one post baby. ;)
Taeil would be pretty nervous the whole time but he wouldn’t let his nerves stop him from answering your parents questions and having a good time. But that nervous smile of him would never leave.
This guy would be one of the most confident while being in front of your parents. Johnny would joke a lot but also show them his mature side by talking about serious things like his future plans by your side.
He’s the perfect person to introduce to your parents since Taeyong would be really polite and respectful the whole time. He would be nervous but after a few hours he would feel really comfortable, talking openly about your relationship and some stuff about him.
Other confident baby, but Yuta would probably show a more mature side of him, he would talk about his family and hometown a lot with a sincere smile in his face, winning your parents hearts.
Kun would be really smiley the whole time and just really slighly nervous. He would talk a lot about his family and about your relationship, showing them how honest he is.
Doyoung would be one of the most talkative one, but it would only be because of how nervous he is feeling. But he would be perfect as always, and your family would love him.
Tenwould probably be really talkative and would make a lot of jokes. He would take this as a chance to know you better and would ask lots of questions about you, surprising your parents by how dedicated he’s to your relationship.
Jaehyun would be really nervous at first, and won’t be able to talk properly. But because of the soft way you started to caress his hand he would relax a little. In the end he would feel confident and won’t be surprised when the day after you tell him that your parents loved him.
His shy and introverted personality would make things hard for him but Sicheng would act like a gentleman with you and your mom would be really polite with your family. In the end they would fall for his cuteness.
His heart would beat faster than never. Mark would talk about your relationship and about his past in Canada but he would prefer to listen to your parents stories about you and just smile at your cute reactions. Your parents could see how much he loves you by his loving gazes and would accept him without doubts.
Other angel who would prefer to listen over talking, but Renjun would made sure to laugh and comment a few things about you and create little conversations with them. Your family would find his shyness adorable and would invite him again just a few weeks later, this time he would feel more confident.
Jeno would be confident but would try to speak only when it’s necessary. He woudn’t make jokes or things like that because he thinks that his “terrible” sense of humour would ruin everything. Your parents would love how mature he is and, to be honest, they accepted him in the first moment he showed them that beautiful eye smile of his.
You could tell really easily that Donghyuck is really nervous for meeting them, but would try to hide it with jokes and cute smiles. He would be really polite with your parents and would listen to every word they say really carefully. Once he’s back home your parents would only talk about the amazing first impression he gave them.
Jaemin wouldn’t be too nervous about it, but he would still ask you if he’s doing everything alright everytime your parents leave both of you alone in the room. When you nod at him and kiss his hand he would blind you with one his precious smiles and would feel confident and relaxed for the rest of the day.
Chenle would be really excited and, just like Ten, he would ask a bunch of stuff about you and your childhood. And when your mom starts showing him your old pics he starts laughing out loud and forgeting about being quiet and polite. It’s okay, though, your parents LOVE him.
He’s other baby who would get REALLY nervous. Jisung doesn’t know exactly what he should do or what he shouldn’t so he would be constantly ask you for help with quick glazes when he doesn’t know how to aswer something. He’s just like an actual baby and your parents would find him adorable.
I adore your Baby Galra Keith!! He's adorable! What would BGK look like with Pidge's glasses? Or Hunk's bandana?? Or Coran's mustache? (I know the last one is really silly but I can't stop imagining Lance borrowing people's things and doing this!)
Pepper started seeing Jason in her senior year of college with their school’s study abroad program in Paris. He’s not at all her type but she can’t deny that his effervescent personality is infectious. While he’s incredible for her soul during the stressful times of her life, they admit that their lives are going in completely opposite directions. Their breakup is amicable and they remain friends with standing lunch dates. He goes on to pursue his hobbies like pilates and surfing while Pepper focuses on continuing to conquer the business world at her new position of personal assistant to Tony Stark at Stark Industries.
“Um, Pepper? What is this?”
“That is a photo album. People used to make them years ago to store their most treasured memories.”
“And your most treasured memories are with this… god of a man? Seriously, is he even real?”
“Some of them, yes. Jason and I had a lot of fun when we dated.”
“You DATED him?!?”
“We met in college and dated for a while. We broke up about a year after I became your PA.”
“Why? I mean, I hate to point out the obvious no matter how much I want to hate him but look at him. He’s the perfect specimen.”
“Our lives were going down different paths. We still see each other for lunch all the time. And he comes by for my pilates classes.”
“HE’S the instructor for that?! He’s been in my house and all this time I never knew??? You know what, that’s probably for the best. I don’t think I can ever stand next to him. I’m picturing a lot of insecurity on my part.”
“Why did you ever stop dating him? He’s like the perfect human being. I feel so sexually threatened right now. Pepper, stop laughing. This is a new feeling for me. Your babies would be adorable.
“………….. wait, why do you even have this picture? And why is there a smiley face on it? Pep? Pepper!”
AN: Thank you for requesting. Sorry I haven’t posted in a few days! Shoutout to@ihaveabadreputationfor being supportive and cool as fuck
“Shawn I promise everything will be fine! You won’t break her if you touch her.” You try assuring him for the hundredth time.
Shawn and yourself were babysitting your little cousin, Sage. She has just turned 6 months a few days ago and your lovely cousin was going out of town for work. No one else could watch Sage and you figured why not? She loved you and it would be adorable to see your boyfriend with a baby.
“Y/N she’s so tiny..what if I drop her.” Shawn’s eyes were wide as he watched the small human bouncing up and down on your leg.
“I’m going to make you hold her eventually. Get over yourself…”
My dog used to have a favorite toy. It was a stuffed pig. He always played with it really gently, he’d bring it to you when you walked in the door, he’d pick it up and put it on his bed when the vacuum came out… He really loved his pig. My mom called it his “baby” and would say things like “go get your baby” and this dog would go get his pig. Very smart, VERY adorable.
Anyway, I was just thinking about how, when the pig would start to tear at the seams (that’s, I guess, the nature of having rope for arms and being carried around in a dog’s mouth all dang day), I would have to give the pig “surgery” and sew it back up. And every time, Sage would sit and watch me, very concerned for his pig, until I was done. It was so fucking cute and I just wanted to remind everyone how good dogs are and how great my particular dog was.
I just wanted to say I love your starco and jantom babies! They are adorable. Also I was curious. Would you say Jane can be a tad tsundere when it comes to dealing with her feelings for Comet?
Thank you so much! Jane is definitely a tsundere with Comet. She’s a very caring friend but Comet’s warm and bright personality is a bit too much for her so she contrasts him with a more colder and stricter personality. ^_^
A/N: Wow, this ended up being pretty long. So I knew it was Seb’s birthday and it was in the back of my mind, and I was like, I have to write something and then I realized it was like, 11 pm and I wanted to cry. So I decided to be sneaky and work that into the story, sort of. Happy Birthday Seb! I’m still not super comfortable writing actors (I stretched and wrote some Mackie, who is hopefully believable), but I hope this is decent!
You look down at your phone and you’re confronted with Seb’s dorky smiling face. His contact picture is a terrible selfie he took, and it makes you smile every time it pops up on your phone. You reach down and answer the call.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Nothing much. Just woke up after a sixteen-hour shift at the hospital.”
“Oh, that makes sense.”
“Nothing, I just-”
“Wait. Seb. What day is it today?”
“No no no no no this is not happening.”
“I forgot my best friend’s birthday. Because I was sleeping.”
“Because you were saving lives.”
“I’m so, so sorry Seb. Can you forgive me?”
“Seriously, it’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. Let me make it up to you?”
“You don’t need to do that.”
“Come over for dinner tonight. We can go wherever you want. My treat.”
“(Y/N), you don’t have to make anything up to me.”
“Yes, I do. Also, it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”
“I’m not gonna argue with that.”
“Five o’clock? My place?”
“I’ll be there.”
“Great. See you in a bit! Happy Birthday!”
You hang up the phone and turn around.
“Damn, you’ve got some serious acting chops,” Mackie says, looking up from the cake he’s expertly frosting. “You sure you don’t want to be in the next Avengers movie?”
“Shut up,” you grin, scrambling up onto a chair as you continue to decorate your house.
“He bought it?” Chris asks as he plugs in the vacuum, helping you to get the place cleaned up for tonight.
“Of course,” you smirk. “He’ll be here.”
“You’ve got that boy wrapped around your finger,” Mackie says, piping flowers onto the side of the cake with icing.
“Um, I’ve got you cooking for me and Chris cleaning my house,” you toss back. “Who exactly is wrapped around my finger?”
A few hours later, the house is crowded with people. Seb’s costars, old school friends, and family members, all crowded in your living room and spilling out onto your patio. Everyone’s speaking in hushed voices, watching as the clock nears 5.
Right on time, you hear a car door slam outside. You immediately shush everyone and the room is dead silent. You run to the door and throw it open.
“Seb!” you smile and you throw yourself into his arms. It’s been a few weeks since you last saw him, but it feels like an eternity, and you let yourself bask in his strong embrace, taking in his warm and uniquely ‘him’ scent. “Happy Birthday!”
“It’s good to see you,” he chuckles, finally pulling back. “You ready to go?”
“Almost,” you say. “I just have to throw all my stuff into my purse and grab a pair of shoes. You wanna come in?” Seb nods and walks in past you.
“SURPRISE!” Suddenly the room is deafeningly loud, the silence broken as everyone jumps forward. Seb’s eyes widen and he turns to you.
“Uh-huh. I didn’t really forget.”
“Yep.” He shakes his head as his lips break into a disbelieving smile. He pulls you up into a hug, squeezing you impossibly close to him.
“This is…amazing,” he breathes into your ear as everyone cheers. And then he’s swept into the crowd as different people wish him a happy birthday.
“You did a good job,” Mackie says, coming up next to you.
“Couldn’t have done it without you and Chris,” you smile as he puts his arm around you. “I’m still amazed at how many people we were able to get to come.”
“Well, you know Seb,” Mackie replies. “Everyone loves him and would literally kill for him.”
“That is true,” you nod, watching as he makes his way through the room, constantly smiling in surprise as he spots a new familiar face. He turns and his eyes find you, and he smiles that smile. The one that makes you feel warm and melty inside, and decidedly not like his best friend and you smile back.
“I stand corrected,” Mackie says and you can hear the self-satisfaction in his voice. “He’s got you wrapped around his finger.” You shrug, not even able to deny it. Mackie shakes his head.
“Well, for the record, you two would be great together,” he says. “And your babies would be adorable.”
“Whose babies?” Chris says, joining the two of you.
“Sebastian and (Y/N),” Mackie says, matter of factly.
“Oh, yeah,” Chris says, as if Mackie’s telling him about the weather. “Who’s gonna be the godfather? Cuz Mackie seems to think it’s gonna be him, but we both know I’m better with kids-”
“You do know that I have three kids, right?” Mackie retorts indignantly. You shake your head as the two descend into squabbling.
“I’ll make you joint godfathers, happy?” you joke. “Mackie, why don’t you pick out some music?”
“Damn straight,” Mackie says. “See, Evans? She knows my taste in music is better. You’d probably just play “Under the Sea” or some dumb shit from a Disney movie.”
Chris’s horrified response is drowned out by Mackie’s music and you quietly reassure him that Disney movies are awesome. Scarlett comes over and leads Chris out onto the dance floor, where he continues to pout and shoot daggers at Mackie.
“Hey.” You feel Seb’s warm breath on your ear and turn around.
“Hey yourself. You enjoying yourself, birthday boy?” you grin.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” he says, and the look in his eyes makes those damn butterflies in your stomach go crazy. “Dance with me?” You let him lead you onto the dance floor as you both sway to the beat of the song.
Suddenly, the music cuts out. You look over at Mackie, confused. He meets your eyes with a shit-eating grin and presses play. The music blares from the speakers, no longer fast paced, but a slow dance. Your eyes widen as Mackie cackles. You turn back to Seb.
“Well…” you say, suddenly aware of the awkward space between you.
“This is a different song.”
“Mackie?” You see Seb shake his head and shoot a glare across the room.
“I just…” Seb trails off. “I said something to him a few days ago and now…Still want to dance?”
He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist. You take a deep breath and thread your arms around his neck. It takes you a few seconds to regain your voice.
“So what did you say to Mackie?” you ask, suddenly aware of just how close your faces are.
“Hmm?” Seb asks, and you catch a hint of panic in his eyes.
“You said that you said something-”
“Oh, it was nothing.” You could almost swear that you see his cheeks flush pink.
“Oh. Cuz we had a conversation not too long ago. And now…”
“Yeah? What about?” You shake your head and allow a coy smirk to creep onto your face.
“I’m not gonna say if you don’t.” The two of you continue to dance in silence.
“Can I tell you something? And I don’t want you to take this the wrong way.”
“This party is amazing, but…I was kind of looking forward to going to dinner. Just the two of us.” Your heart leaps into your throat as you process his words.
“Well, um…” you say, searching for the right thing to say. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Not a damn thing.”
“Dinner? Just the two of us?”
“It’s a date.” You smile to yourself, then look back up at him, not entirely sure if you’re reading the situation right.
“Like, a date date, or you’re using the expression, like, yes, that is the date on which we are going out to dinner?”
“A date date.” He smiles, before his face rearranges into a look of mild panic. “Unless of course you’d rather it just be dinner, in which case-”
“Can I kiss you?” you ask, suddenly emboldened by how cute Seb is when he’s fumbling for words and at the fact that this is finally happening.
“Just, like, ugh! He’s so hot! I just want to jump his bones!” You said to your best friend as you both watched Avengers Age of Ultron. “Really? I prefer Thor. Although, Pietro is hot too. If you like older guys all the other avengers are just as hot.” They replied. “Marvel just picks good looking guys! Loki and Bucky are just as hot!” You exclaimed. “Ew! No!” She gagged. “What?! Tom Hiddleston and Sebastian Stan are hot as hell!” You yelled. “Next thing I know you’re gonna be telling me Ultron and Vision are hot.” They joked. “I’m sure the actor of Vision is handsome…” You trailed off. “(Y/N) you are so gross!” Your best friend laughed. “Shut up! Just let’s watch the movie.” You mumbled, refocusing on the screen ahead of you. “Oh my gosh! Steven Grant Rogers! You need to stop!” You yelled at the tv. “Shhhh!” Your best friend laughed. “Just, like, imagine all the cute babies we would have.” You mumbled. “Super serum. What else did it effect?” They winked. “Oh, and I’m the gross one!?” You exclaimed, lightly shoving them. “(Y/N), I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, werewolves are not made from a super serum.” Stiles laughed, Scott in tow. “They’re watching Avengers-again.” Scott pouted. “You know what? Now that I think about it, you and Captain would have adorable babies.” Your best friend whispered to you. “No babies with Captain America!” Scott yelled. “Hush!” You replied as soon as you saw the Avengers go to the farm. “I thought we had a date tonight.” Scott complained. “It’s like 2, our date is at 7.” You said, tearing your eyes away from the screen for just a moment, to gesture for Scott to sit next to you. “I love you.” Scott mumbled sadly. “Aw I love you too, wolf boy. I’m sorry you’re jealous about Captain Dorito.” You smiled, placing a loving kiss on his nose. “Is the movie almost over?” He asked you. “Yes, my love.” You replied, pulling his head into your lap and playing with his hair. “This is absolutely disgusting. (Y/N) I’m going home.” Your best friend joked as they left. “Ok she’s gone now, and I just realized I kinda sorta revealed werewolves.” Stiles mumbled. “Way to go.” You mumbled, placing a kiss on Scott’s cheek. “I want to leave, but I’ve never seen this movie so I’ll stay.” Stiles replied.
“She literally looks good with any hairstyle.” Stiles tried. “Seriously Stiles, you’re not going to make me jealous. If anything, I’ll agree with you.” You laughed. “That’s not fair! You can’t go around saying All Time Low are the loves of your life and not expect for me to get back at you!” Stiles yelled. “Well if you’re looking at Halsey do you really expect me to get jealous that you like her? You already know I absolutely adore her.” You said, walking over to try to hug Stiles from behind. “No. Stop.” Stiles pouted, storming out of the room and making his way to the living room. “He’s still mad about your crush on that band?” Sheriff asked. You nodded, running a hand through your hair and following Stiles again. “Oh man! Halsey I just hate how you like her! You guys would be the hottest couple!” You acted out, throwing yourself down on the other couch in the living room. “Stop it.” Stiles glared. “Just like, wow. She’s so hot. I’m so jealous of her.” You stated. Stiles huffed and stalked over to the couch you were on and sat on you. You huffed and tried to push him off you. “Get off me!” You groaned. “No! Tell me you like me more than All Time Low.” He ordered. “Would you really want me to lie to you my love?” You asked. Stiles began to tickle you mercilessly. “Stop!” You screeched. “No! Tell me you love me more.” Stiles demanded. “Ok! Ok! I love you, Stiles Stilinski, more than I love All Time Low.” You breathed out. Stiles automatically stopped. “I still like Halsey more. I’m sure she wouldn’t attack me.” You huffed. “Baby. I like her more too.” Stiles chuckled. “Asshole.” You growled, punching Stiles’ arm. “Hey! Watch your language!” Sheriff yelled. “Sorry!” You replied. “I think Halsey looks best with pink hair.” Stiles said dreamily. “I’m going home now!” You exclaimed, quickly grabbing your things and running out the door. “(Y/N)! Get back here!” Stiles yelled, chasing you around the front yard. “Let me go home! I can be mad too!” You laughed. Stiles tackled you down and huffed. “Oh geez!” You groaned. “I love you so so so so so so so so so so so much more than any other celebrity ever!” Stiles exclaimed , peppering your face with kisses. “Ok, I forgive you. I love you too.” You laughed.
“I just really think she’s a great actress. Honestly, is there nothing she can’t do?” Liam sighed dreamily. “Yeah.” You nodded, not really paying attention to the screen. “Ok let’s just see what else she’s been on, then we can binge watch all of them!” Liam cheered. “Uh huh.” You muttered. “What are you doing?” Liam asked. “Texting Mason. Making plans.” You stated, not looking up from your phone. “Making plans for what?” He asked, still not looking away from the TV. “I don’t want to watch Jessica Alba for another 5 hours, so Mason and I are planning dinner.” You answered. “Is this in the group chat? I have my phone on silent.” He mumbled, reaching for his phone. “No, it’s not.” You answered. “What’s wrong? Oh wait, you’re jealous. I can smell it on you.” He chuckled. “Would you look at that? 30 minutes till Mason’s and I’s dinner, gotta go. Bye.” You rushed out, heading towards the door. “You don’t have to be jealous.” Liam smiled. “I don’t want to be! But when I came over to hang out and watch movies, I didn’t think it would be you drooling over Jessica Alba for 3 hours.” You whined. “She’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong. I mean she looks good as a blonde, a brunette, in black and white, regular. She looks good for her age, don’t you think. I think she’s aging very well.” Liam rambled. You rolled your eyes and opened the front door, beginning the short walk to your house. “Wait! I got carried away! I’m sorry!” He yelled, running after you. “You owe me. Next time you don’t get to complain when I binge watch endless movies or episodes with any person I choose.” You threatened. “Ok, ok. But, I kind of left a movie paused, so can I just like, walk you home really quick?” Liam asked hesitantly. You let out an annoyed growl/screech thing and stomped off. “I was kidding! Hey! Hello? (Y/N) listen to me. You are by far one of the best things that has happened to me and I know that I don’t have a 1 in 10 chance at getting Jess. She’s older, famous, a mother, and married! Plus, I already have you, and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone or anything.” He smiled, placing a loving kiss on your lips as soon as his little speech was done. “I love you, so I’ll just ignore the fact that you referred to her as Jess, but thank you for that.” You smiled. “I love you too, now you have to get home before pizza.” Liam chuckled. “Actually, would you care to join me? Mason is taking Brett and I know you don’t like him, but it’ll be awkward for me to be third wheel.” You trailed off. “Ok, you got it babe.” He laughed.
“I am dead. I am so dead. How does this little gum drop of sunshine not age? And this colorful man? Oh and Beebo! How?!” You exclaimed, scrolling through your old tumblr. “What are you going on about?” Derek groaned. “The holy emo trinity.” You waved off. “Emo trinity? What?” Derek asked confusedly. “Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and Panic! At the Disco.” You said casually. “Come on. Time for bed. It’s 1 in the morning.” Derek sighed, picking you up from the couch and carrying you to bed. “Ok.” You gave in. He laid you down and made himself comfortable next to you. After waiting an appropriate amount of time for Derek to fall asleep, you slipped out of bed with you phone in one hand and your laptop in the other. “Long time no see Mr. Weekes.” You chuckled, scrolling through your dashboard on your phone. On your laptop you pulled up a collection of imagines you had saved from your years and years of being a fan. “Oh Pete! Getting advice from Brendon on how to ask me out, how cute! I’d say yes anyways.” You laughed to yourself. “Oh Frankie! A wee fetus, only one visible tattoo here.” You mumbled, going back to your phone. You didn’t even realize the sun had come up, until you heard Derek stir in bed. “Oh my gosh. I stayed up all night.” You sighed. “(Y/N)! Where are you?” Derek exclaimed, jumping out of bed and running around the loft, completely ignoring you on the couch. “Look alive sunshine.” You chuckled to yourself. You had to, it had been months since you last recited the iconic line. “There you are!” Derek exclaimed. “I was here all night.” You smiled. “No you weren’t, you were asleep like 10 minutes after I took you to bed. When did you put eyeliner on? You look kind of like a raccoon.” Derek smiled. “I wasn’t asleep! And I had to get into character, I can’t just read Mikey Way imagines and not look the part! It’s hard putting eyeliner on in the dark.” You explained. “So you’re telling me you stayed up all night?” Derek asked. “Precisely.” You nodded. “How are you feeling?” Derek inquired, walking to the kitchen to start making coffee. “I feel like after I finish these 3 imagines I’ll pass out.” You answered. “Ah, too bad you can’t. We have a pack meeting in 30 minutes.” Derek laughed. You quickly read the imagines and rushed to get ready, hoping the shower would make you look less dead and wash away the eyeliner. Needless to say, you fell asleep on Derek’s lap 20 minutes into the meeting.
“I wish I could dance, sing, or act like her.” Theo sighed. “Same!” You praised. “No she’s my celebrity crush! You can’t like her too.” Theo scoffed. “I can like her if I want! Maybe, not in the same way you do but I can like her!” You yelled. “Not if I call her first!” He yelled. “You big baby! What are you? 5?” You questioned. “I can’t be 5! I have to be old enough for Zendaya!” Theo laughed. You quickly pulled out your phone and jokingly tweeted about the whole situation. Minutes later a certain person favorited the tweet and gave you a follow. “I win! I beat you!” You cheered. “What are you yelling about?” Theo asked. “Guess who favorited my tweet and followed me?” You replied. “Don’t you lie.” Theo said squinting his eyes. “Nope! I have proof! Look she DM'ed me! You lose!” You yelled in excitement. You quickly read the message, “That sounds so cute! Be sure to keep me posted, hope you win.” “She didn’t say that last part.” Theo sighed. “Read it for yourself, my dear.” You chuckled, tossing your phone to him. “That’s not fair! I called her!” Theo yelled. “H-honey, would you please stop yelling?” Theo’s mom asked. “We’re just having a little fun. Why don’t you go relax with dad- in your room.” Theo stated. “Yes, honey.” His mom smiled timidly. “You’re mom is such a sweetheart.” You mumbled. “Don’t change the subject!” Theo exclaimed. “It’s not my fault Zendaya likes me more!” You laughed. Theo quickly picked you up and slammed you down on the couch. “She’ll like me more as soon as she sees my face.” Theo breathed out. “Actually she just recently favorited a selfie of us and said ‘fire emoji, fire emoji, heart eye emoji, kiss emoji, and wow, you are fire! Woman crush!’ She’s so sweet to her fans.” You laughed. “Not fair! I’ve followed her longer.” Theo whined. “Actually, I followed her a long time ago, when she was still on Shake it Up! My sibling wanted me to follow her, so I did.” You exclaimed. “No need to rub it in.” Theo mumbled. “Don’t worry I like you more.” You smiled. “Well, I love you more!” Theo smiled. “Oh gosh. That was a disgusting moment. Get off me!” You gagged. “Just love me!” Theo screamed. “Leave me alone!” You replied. “I love you.” Theo mumbled, giving you puppy eyes. “I love you too.” You smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek. “My little, tiny baby.” Theo laughed, picking you up and cradling you. “I don’t like it when you call me a tiny baby.” You pouted. “Then get taller baby.” Theo chuckled. “Another argument.” You sighed.
A/N: Sorry it took forever! But I’d like to thank you all that followed me! Over 200 followers before I even have 10 preferences up! That’s just mind blowing! If you have any requests, send them in! Thank you so much!
Request: id like to request a oneshot where (i know im kinda basing it off the sibling/charlie/tumblr one idk) where y/n is dating sam and shes tumblr famous (like a tumblr girl) and she posts pictures of them all the time and theyre just a really cute and tumblr famous couple pls? ty:)
Word Count: 608
Here it is, I hope you like it! Thanks!<3
“Y/N?” Sam asks, looking over your shoulder.
“Yes, Sam?” You grin, looking up at him.
“Why are people doing that to pictures of us?”
You laugh, pulling the picture up larger, “Because they think we’re cute.”
“Wait… is that the one you put on Tumblr?”
“Yeah, it’s the people on Tumblr doing this. Come see.” You budge up on the chair but instead, he just lifts you into his lap. “See…” You open the tag, “We’re bigshots now.” You joke, and he laughs as he wraps his arms around your waist.
“Show me more?”
“Sure. So… that’s the one I put on yesterday.” You say, pulling up the picture of the two of you, soaked to the skin but grinning. His arms are around you, trying to warm your shivering form through. “It just passes five thousand notes.”
“Yeah. 5k. But that’s not the most popular one, there was one with nearly double that last week.” You laugh, pulling up the notes, “But people send messages and reply and stuff. See?”
Scrolling through them, you read through the comments people leave.
Omfg give me your relationship.
You would make adorable babies.
Get married or else.
He chuckles, leaning his chin on your shoulder.
“People are nice.”
“They really are. See, this one from last week…” You scroll down, past the newer posts, “This is a cute one.”
It’s a picture you snapped when he was meant to be researching, but he’d looked up and grinned at you, just in time for you to click the picture. You’d captioned it with, My boyfriend is too cute.
When you look through the comments people had left this time, he laughs, burying his face in your shoulder.
You’re too lucky, Y/N.
AW give me your bf. Right now.
You laugh at his blush, “See, I told you you’re adorable.”
“Random strangers on the internet think I’m adorable.” He says, frowning, “That’s weird but…”
“You like it.”
“Aw, you love it.” You say petulantly, and he laughs, kissing your temple.
“I love you. And if it’s something that makes you happy, it makes me happy.” He says softly, and you laugh.
“I don’t believe you.” You say simply, “Come on, you love that attention.”
“Your attention is all I need.” He says honestly, his chin lying on your shoulder, “I’m surprised you’re so relaxed about all of these other girls.”
You shrug, “I consider them friends. Plus, I know that you wouldn’t do that.” You smile, and Sam nods.
“You’re right. You know, I think I should take a picture.”
Generally, it’s you who does the photography and his suggestion comes as a bit of a surprise. You nod, handing him your phone. He holds it out and you go to smile but at the last second, he turns and surprises you with a kiss. Unable to stop the grin that spreads across your face as the shutter noise goes off.
“You cheeky thing.” You giggle as he pulls the phone in, looking at the photo. When you lean over to look, however, he hides it from you.
“Nuh-huh.” He grins, “Trust me.”
You roll your eyes but nod. After a moment of typing, he hands the phone back to you.
Admittedly, the photo is adorable. The look of surprise has just crossed your features but the smile is still there and the look of love in his eyes is unmistakeable. He’s captioned it with,
How gorgeous is my wonderful girlfriend? –Sam
You laugh, pressing your lips to his cheek.
“I think,” You decide, “We just found a new profile picture.”
A/N: for those of you who may not be familiar with adoption disputes in court, when a biological family member disputes the legality or ethical nature of an adoption, it is often common practice to remove the child in question from the adoptive parents home and place them under the care of a guardian for the duration of the trial. This is done in the name of impartiality…that goal is rarely achieved.
I sort of switched this around a little, because I really feel that our ladies would argue against their own experiences…each for different reasons. Hope this rings true with you guys, too..
Okay, Anon, the day has finally come! What better way to start our day than with this prompt? I’M PUMPED, ARE YOU?! So you know how everyone says that sex education in the US sucks? Well… as someone who went through schooling here in NY, yeah, it kinda does. So if you live in a country where it does not suck, first of all GOOD FOR YOU! and second of all, just keep that in mind for this fic. HERE WE GOOOOOO! (Want me to write you a lil fic, too?)
“Oh my god, ELIZA get in here!” Peggy hollered from the bathroom.
Eliza raced down the hallway, leaving the girls’ guest, John Laurens, alone in her room. “Peggy? Are you okay?” Eliza panted as she rounded the corner and skidded into the bathroom.
“Why is there a pregnancy test in the cabinet?!” Peggy exclaimed, shoving the box in Eliza’s face.
Eliza sighed. “I thought you were, like, dying or something,” she said.
“Is it yours?” Peggy shouted. “Or, oh god, is Mom having another baby? I can’t take another one, Eliza,” Peggy whined.
“It’s not mine or Mom’s,” Eliza said. She looked down at the tiled floor of the bathroom.
“Than whose is it?”
“Well… Angelica had a scare when she was home for winter break…”
“AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!” Peggy hollered.
“This is why we didn’t tell you!” Eliza exclaimed. “But she was fine. No baby. She’d gotten two tests just in case something went wrong with the first one.”
Peggy was about to go off on her sister again when Laurens poked his head into the room.
“Um, guys? You okay? There’s a lot of… yelling,” he said, glancing at Peggy.
She crossed her arms and stuck her tongue out at him.
“We’re fine. It’s just a pregnancy test Angelica left behind and it flipped Peggy out.” Eliza ruffled her younger sister’s hair and Peggy swatted her arm away.
“Oh, okay,” Laurens said. Just as he was about to turn to go back down the hall, Peggy’s face lit up.
“Wait! John!” She held the pregnancy test out to him. “Try it.”
He scrunched his face up at her. “Peggy, um… there’s no way I could be pregnant. I mean…” he motioned to his pants. “I don’t have, um… a baby oven?”
Peggy rolled her eyes and Eliza burst into a fit of laughter.
“It’s just for fun, doofus!” Peggy said. She threw the box at Laurens, who just barely caught it.
“Um… okay?” he said. Before he could say anything else, the two girls left the room, giggling to each other.
Laurens sighed. He knew things would go a lot easier for him if he just did this. It felt like a waste of a pregnancy test, but it was either waste the test or his time, arguing with, and eventually losing to, the sisters, and having to waste the test anyway.
Laurens read the box and did everything it instructed him to do. He then waited a few moments for his result. He saw the line appearing and was about to toss it in the garbage when he realized it wasn’t turning red. It was green. Green as in yes. Green as in he, John Laurens, a cis-gender boy, was… pregnant? He wanted to scream, but instead he pulled out his phone and dialed Alexander.
Alex picked up on the third ring. “Hey, babe,” he said. “You still with the girls?”
“Um, Alex, um, I’m pregnant.”
“John, did you hit your head? What’s going on? Did Peggy put you up to this?”
“I took a pregnancy test and it says I’m pregnant! I can’t be a parent! I can barely look after myself!” the boy exclaimed.
“Calm down, Laurens. You aren’t pregnant.” Alex tried to calm his boyfriend, but John was too riled up to listen. “And why were you taking a pregnancy test in the first place?”
Laurens ignored Alex’s question. “We need jobs! We need to support this child, Alexander!”
“There’s no child, John! You know as well as I do that this is impossible.”
“But is it really? I mean, we learned abstinence-only sex ed, Alexander. What didn’t they tell us?”
“Okay, Laurens, I need you to take a few deep breaths. Can you do that for me right now, babe? Please?” Alex said soothingly. John did as he was told. “Okay, great job, babe. Now listen to me. Yes, we didn’t learn anything in school, but thankfully, your boyfriend is a genius.” Most people would say that jokingly, but Alex, being Alex, was completely serious. “And I happen to know that if you have an excess of protein in your pee, it can cause a false positive.” He sighed. “And I also know you need a fucking womb, John, which you do not have.”
“You’re sure?” John whispered into the receiver.
“100%,” Alex said. “Though we would have the most adorable baby ever. Your freckles, my eyes, your sense of humor, my brains… that kid would be amazing!” Alex was quiet for a moment. “Wanna have a baby, Laurens?”
“We’re sixteen, Alex, no!” John laughed. “But maybe some day,” he said quietly, smiling even though Alex couldn’t see him. “Some day,” he whispered.
ok so even though tae is an actual child himself i think he would be the absolute cuTEST father to your kid(s)
tae is the type of father to do absolutely anything and everything in his power to make his baby smile
like he’d smack himself in the face if it made his baby’s cheeks get all chubby and smiley
but your baby just so happens to like it when tae hides his face with his hands and then opens them to reveal him doing a funny face
and your kid can’t get enough of tae’s funny faces
like the baby is mesmerized and you kind of are too tbh like you kind of get distracted by watching tae being all cute and bubbly with your baby
“here he is!”
and giggling would ensue
(both tae’s and the baby’s)
tae is also so super affectionate like i can see you coming home from work to find tae sitting in the baby’s play pen with him/her just stroking his/her’s back while they sleep and even though you kind of want to tell tae that he’s a grown adult and the play pen can’t support his weight you just kind of shrug it off and watch the way tae’s movements are so gentle and careful like he’s touching a piece of art he shouldn’t be touching
and your heart gets all fluttery as you watch tae’s complete concentration on your child and you realize that you picked the best husband/partner/baby daddy
and when tae would notice you watching the two of them he’d smile widely and get all embarrassed because he’s well aware of the fact that the baby’s furniture can’t support him
so he kissed your baby’s forehead ever so lightly and closes his eyes slightly to savor the moment before he carefully exits the area
and you walk over to tae and he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your jaw lightly while he whispers in your ear
“we made that little slice of heaven”
“we did didn’t we”
“our baby is the cutest baby in the entire universe”
“yeah they are”
and he’d then kiss your lips gently and you’d both sit silently and watch the baby sleep
speaking of sleep neither of you would get much because aside from being the cutest baby in the universe your baby is also the baby who never sleeps
so when it’s four fifteen in the morning and your baby is wailing from their room tae quickly climbs out of bed and soothes the infant back to sleep so you don’t have to get up because “you carried the baby for nine months so the least he can do is take care of them when they cry at night”
ok but he’d be really sweet putting your baby back to sleep
he always sings his favorite songs softly to the baby and you know this because you can hear him on the baby monitor but you don’t let him know that you can hear him
except for that one time he was doing his own god awful rendition of a drake song and you had to get up and tell him to stop because how dare he expose your baby to his poor rapping skills like damn just leave that to uncle yoongi
“my rapping isn’t that bad” he’d protest
and you’d point to the still crying baby as your proof that it in fact was that bad
and he’d smirk and you’d leave the room so he could sing to your baby
AND AH OKAY ONE MORE THING BEFORE I WRAP THIS UP
when your baby’s old enough to eat baby food taehyung would be the type to make all types of airplane and train noises like literally any moving vehicle he’d make a noise for
“here comes the bicycle!’
“tae bicycles don’t make noise”
“this one does”
and he’d swirl the spoon around in the air before finally putting it in your baby’s mouth and the baby would giggle and tae would smile his adorable little smile and uGFh my heart hurts
You plugged your phone into your speaker, letting music blare out. From hip hop and pop to calm and relaxing music. You grabbed your notepad.
Your hands took control. You didn’t know what you wanted to draw. Soft strokes, making it darker on some edges, and lighter on some edges.
You heard a doorbell ring, and you went downstairs to open the door. You looked up to see who it was, and smiled. “Hey babe.” He grinned. You motioned for him to come in. “Let’s go to my room Shawn, we can watch movies, and write lyrics.” As you took his hand and led him upstairs.
Once you re-entered your room, you saw your notepad, lying in the open. You cursed yourself in your mind, and went over quickly to push it behind your back.
You invited Shawn over to lay down, and with your hand, pushed the notepad to the ground.
“Babe what was that?”
“Nothing, nothing at all babe!” as you tried to play it off.
Shawn smirked and tickled your sides. He leaned over you and picked up the notepad. It was filled with beautiful drawings. Dozens of them.
He stared at them, in shock.
“I know they suck okay. No need to make me feel worse!” You roared.
He took your hand and held it in his.
“Babe these are amazing. Why didn’t you tell me that you had a hidden talent, or should I say a little secret?” he laughed.
You blushed, “No one really knows. My drawings aren’t good enough to be showed off.”
Shawn pulled you closer to him. “Baby, there are plenty of people who would adore your art work. Each piece holds a meaning, and the way you crafted it explains your story.”
He cupped your cheek, titled your chin, and pressed his soft,warm lips onto yours.
As you placed your head into the crook of his neck, you showed him all your drawings. Pointing at which ones was your favorites. You caught Shawn staring at you. “Why are you staring at me like that babe?”
“I don’t know. I just love the way you light up when you talk about art. You are so beautiful” he whispered, as he took both his hands and placed it on your soft face, pulling you into a light,tender kiss.
“I really want to kiss you.” Harry was looking up at you from your lap where his head lay. You smiled down at him where and brushed your hair through his curls. Today was a lazy day for the both of you considering Harry had come down with the flu and you wanted to take care of him, so you two were going to stay in bed and watch movies all day.
“I really want to kiss you too, but I really don’t want the flu.” His green eyes looked so pitiful with the dark circles forming underneath. Last night he had no sleep because he was in the bathroom throwing up everything he could possibly throw up. “Do you want some soup, baby doll? Your voice sounds pretty hoarse. It would help.” He nodded looking adorable as ever and you picked his head up gently from your lap laying a pillow underneath his head so he could stay propped up a little. “I’ll be right back, Haz.” You bent down and kissed his head gently. “There… that should do for now.” He smiled at you and you made your way down stairs to the kitchen.
There is no way you could ever cook actual soup from scratch. You just didn’t get that talent. The can soup would work just as well for his sore throat. After opening the can of chicken noodle, the smell came straight from the can and into your nostrils. Your stomach began to churn almost immediately, but you managed to get it in the microwave before running to the bathroom to throw up your guts. Afterwards you checked you temperature to find it being moderate, but your stomach was a little upset now. Harry eventually came downstairs after he had realized how long it was taking you. “Oh Harry, I forgot about your soup. I… I got sick and threw up while waiting for it to cook.”
“You threw up? How do you feel? Let’s take your temperature. Maybe you should go lay down and I’ll make you soup. Maybe you could you some tea, yeah?” Harry worried for you a lot and even though, it was a little annoying, you absolutely adored it.
“Harry, my temperature is normal. I just got sick when I opened the can of soup. It just hit me all of the sudden.” He tried to reply, but he just coughed and coughed. “Oh baby…” You took the soup out of the microwave and lead him into the living room so he could sit and eat.
“You need to sit down too. Come on. I’ll share my soup with you.” You could still smell the soup and it was getting unbearable to endure.
“I’ll sit over here. That soup… I can’t be around it.” You lay on the love seat and watched Harry eat, but slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.
The lights turned on and you woke up to see Harry running to the bathroom to throw up again. Immediately, you got up to help him, but as soon as you saw the nastiness escape his mouth, you felt your stomach churn again. Because he was occupying the toilet, all you could do was up chuck in the trash. Why were you only getting this one symptom? You only felt bad at certain times. “This is night number two of you throwing up, Harry. We are going to the doctor tomorrow!”
“Oh, but why, (y/n)? I hate it there!” He whined and leaned over the toilet as he was completely exhausted.
“You’re terribly sick, Harry! You need to go!” You crossed your arms and leaned against the bathroom doorway.
“That means you have to make an appointment too. We can go together.” You couldn’t really argue with him considering you were also throwing up so you made a deal with him. The both of you brushed your teeth before going back to bed.
The next morning you and Harry woke up fairly early and got dressed to go for a doctor’s visit. Harry was nervous and you were a little nervous too. Neither one of you was a big fan of going to the doctor, but it was easier when the two of you went together.
There were quite a bit of people in there and I wasn’t really surprised because it was winter and that’s always when the flu and other sicknesses come along. This only meant that you would be waiting there a little longer than usual. “(y/n), I don’t feel well.” Harry laid his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. You reached over to rub his stomach hoping that he wouldn’t have to throw up while we were in here. The minutes passed as you waited and you let Harry sleep until our names were called.
“Styles?” You heard a soft voice call out.
“Harry, wake up baby. It’s our time.” Harry groaned and coughed as he got himself up and slowly walked back to the nurse. They weighed him and checked his temperature to find it quite high and then did the same to me, but still my temperature was normal. We went through the normal routine of telling her our symptoms- mine being different than his.
“Alright, I’m going to ask if you would please take this cup in the bathroom so we can have a sample of your urine. Harry, you won’t have to do this because we already know what you have, but (Y/n) hasn’t been so simple in figuring out.” You groaned and walked to the bathroom where it took forever to pee because you had a bit of a problem with peeing on command, but eventually it came flowing out of you.
Awkwardly, you walked out handing off your pee to the nurse and going back into the room with Harry. “Did everything come out alright?” Harry joked as he hopped off the patient table and pulled you into his arms.
“Well, not immediately but I got it to come out after some time.” He laughed at your answer and kissed the top of your head.
“You didn’t have to really answer that.”
“You didn’t have to really ask it.” You stuck your tongue out at him, but quickly put it back in your mouth as the doctor walked in with my results and Harry’s prescription.
“Okay, Harry, We are going to put you on some antibiotics that should stop the vomiting and should just make you feel better in general. You need to take them twice a day. I’m sure this pretty little lady will make sure that happens.”
“Yeah,” Harry replied, “She takes very good care of me especially when I’m in this condition.”
“Well, you better learn to take care of her just as good for a while.”
“Why is that, doc?” The doctor looked down at his sheet and then back up with a bright smile on his face.
“You two have a baby on the way! Congratulations!” Your jaw dropped and Harry’s eyes went wide. The doctor left after seeing out reactions so you could have this time to yourselves.
“Babe, I don’t know about you, but… I’m excited!” Harry smiled at you and put your hands in his.
“Are we ready for a baby, Harry?” You were very shocked right now, but you too were very excited.
“Of course we are! It’s not like we have a choice anyways because there is a baby on the way.” He put his hand on your stomach. “We’re going to be a little family.” You smiled at Harry’s excitement and put your hand on top of his. He leaned in for a kiss as the two of you made contact, but you reach in front of you and pushed his face away. “Sorry Daddy, but we don’t need your sickly kisses.” He laughed a little and the two of you left not knowing what to do exactly with this overly exciting news.