I don't know if you've already done one like this, because I'm kind if new to your blog, but could you do one of the reader and Kellin Quinn having sex that would inspire him to write the song 'déjà Vu' off of the Feel album??
I prefer not to write straight smut stories and looking at the lyrics, I’m honestly not in the mood to. I’m super sorry about it. I like when the stories have some amount of depth to them. I thank you for your request, but I don’t think I can write this one. Once again I’m sorry.
#9068. Hello there, love. Can I have a Alan Ashby imagine where you are pregnant and are waiting to tell him, but later he tells you he doesn't want kids? Then, you start freaking out and you tell him and he changes his mind? Lost of fluff. I love your imagines, they're amazing. Thank you so much, goodbye.
I started and finished last night and I could have sworn I had posted it, but now it is there for sure. :d
#9068 Alan Ashby Stay
The test seemed to glare at you. There it sat on the bathroom counter with it’s unmistakable pink positive sign never letting your vision go. You were unsure of whether you should be insanely excited or terrified and that made you feel both. You became anxious with your fingernail suddenly making its way between your teeth as your thoughts drifted to things to say to your boyfriend of three years.
Your body flinched as you were ripped from the deepest parts of your mind. Standing up actually took a lot of willpower because you wanted to plan everything you were going to do before leaving the bathroom. You wrapped the test in toilet paper and tossed it in your purse. Too afraid to keep it in the studio apartment you shared with Alan.
“Y/N, I’ve got to piss.” you heard him whine on the other side of the wood door as he played with the locked knob.
“I’ll be right out, Al.” you washed your hands and fluffed your hair a little before opening the door and being half shoved out of the way in the most comical of manners. You were hardly out of the bathroom when you heard the steady stream of his leak, which caused you to laugh entirely at his desperation.
You sat on the couch in the living room and switched to a random life inspired channel with boredom. Coincidentally, the movie that was playing was Juno. It was not like your situation but just due to the fact it was a movie about pregnancy and coming of age. You smiled at the movie as Alan plopped down beside you.
“I love this movie.” you whispered to him, but he just looked at you with a small smile that said that’s cool.
“It’s okay, the best part is when they sign the kid over.” Alan laughed carelessly. You suddenly felt your heart fall down to your ankles as you turned to look at his freckled face with concern.
“Why do you say that?” you asked him half afraid of the answer you would receive. He looked at you knowing that your relationship was one that was based on honesty.
“Truthfully, the thought of having children scares the shit outta me.” he laughed and you forced yourself to laugh along with him.
“So you don’t want to have any?” you looked into those chocolate orbs to make sure this was really happening. This conversation was really going on.
“Sure as hell not now. Maybe in ten or fifteen years my mind will change, but as of right now I’m pretty far from ever wanting to be a father.” he looked at you confused as to why you were taking this so seriously.
“That’s good to know.” you forced a laugh as if nothing was wrong. It wasn’t for sure yet anyway, that’s what you told yourself in order to keep from flipping the coffee table over. You had to keep your cool until you knew if you were really pregnant. There was only so much trust you could put in a store bought test. The rest of the movie passed in silence mostly because once again your nails were being attacked by your teeth.
Alan fell asleep before the movie reached his favorite part and you decided to leave him on the couch. You were suddenly shaken by his words. It shook the foundation of everything you saw with him. You did not think it was in you to be able to get rid of your possible child and not resent him for it. You knew that it would destroy you if he asked you to do that.
“Goodnight, Alan.” you kissed his cheek lightly before covering him with a quilt from behind the couch and made your way to the bedroom. You stared at the ceiling questioning everything before you finally fell into what felt like an unsatisfying sleep. You woke up to the feeling of being completely alone. You stepped out of the bedroom and walked around Alan’s apartment until you arrived in the kitchen where you found a note on table.
Band Practice Love Ya! Alan Ashby
You laughed at the fact he had autographed it the same way he would for a fan. You supposed that he couldn’t help it. He signed so many things for people it was inevitable that this sort of thing would happen. You shook your head suddenly remembering the test in your purse. You whipped out your phone trying not to bite your lip as you scrolled through your contacts to find your obgyn.
“Do you have any open appointments for this morning or afternoon?”
“I can be there anytime today.”
“In 20 mins.”
You ended the call and took a deep breath. You were either going to lose it telling him or you were going to be insanely relieved and ready to be way more protected during your passionate moments with Alan. You took the time to shower and get yourself mentally prepared for whatever truth you walked out of that office with. Your hands shook as you waited in the examination room. The doctor decided that an ultrasound would be the quickest option for you and the best if you were pregnant.
You awaited the cold jelly as you laid and stared at the currently blank screen with a nervous expression. Your fingers dug into the arms of the chair as the doctor asked you questions which you only answered with a shake of your head and a nod.
“Are you ready?” you nodded your head even though you weren’t, but you had decided you would never be ready to hear the answer.
As soon as you felt the machine touch your skin you heard a steady thump like a horse trotting around on stones. Your breath caught in your throat but your eyes had closed before the picture appeared on the screen. You didn’t want to look, you didn’t want to know. If you knew then you would have to tell him. You would have to confront this with the words he’d said to you the night before.
“I’m not ready.” you breathed out panicking.
“Okay, Y/N. Open your eyes and look at the screen.” your doctor seemed to be laughing at your fear.
“Okay.” you had yet to open your eyes, you slowly forced them open and saw a mass of darkness and within it was a small lima bean shaped life. You breathed out a sigh and tears of nervousness and happiness left your eyes. You suddenly didn’t care what Alan wanted in this. You only saw a life growing within in you on that screen and suddenly you were ready. You were ready to risk it all, all for a lima bean shaped picture on a screen.
“It’s beautiful.” you said wiping your eyes as the doctor smiled at you. You knew that some women truly struggled deciding to keep or abandon their babies lives. The doctor gave you all the information on prenatal vitamins and the activities to avoid along with a picture of the magical creation within you. You smiled and cupped your abdomen and although still shaken by Alan’s proclamation for his distaste of children right now you told yourself that now you could not care.
As you neared the studio where the band was practicing for tour your nerves began to assault your body. You took a deep breath as you caught sight of the father of your child. You gazed at his ginger hair and freckles. You bit your lip watching him through the glass. The boys just laughed and joked around for a while due to their mistakes. A while after Alan caught sight of you and stared confused, because it was rare for you to interrupt a practice.
“I’m sorry it just…it has to be now.” tears started falling freely from your eyes. The faces in the back grew somber when Alan approached you concerned.
“What’s going on Y/N?” he pulled you against him. Your entire body as trembling but you had not realized until you were against his still body. You enjoyed his warmth for a quiet moment before pushing him away from you.
“Alan, this is serious!” you shouted. You even surprised your self at the urgency in your voice. The boys watched from the studio glass. Alan looked over and pressed the mute button on the microphone outside. Now the boys could hear nothing as Alan locked the door. They were watching but they could not hear a word that was said.
“What is it, baby? You know you can tell me anything.” he assured you as if sat you down in a rolling studio chair in front of him. He crouched down to look up at you as he held your knees to give you a sense of security.
“That’s just it, there’s a baby.” you felt your body begin to rack with sobs, not because you worried about your decision for the baby, but because of the decision you would have to make with Alan.
“What?” his brown eyes widened as he watched you.
“You don’t want a kid…” you were quiet for a while.
“You’re pregnant?” he asked you running a hair through his red hair anxiously. He kept looking at you and looking away.
“I know that you didn’t want this and I won’t force you to be there.” you pulled out an ultrasound picture and left it on the chair you’d been sitting in. As you turned and walked towards the door you could almost feel your heart breaking. You had the door half open. Alan had been silent for too long and you couldn’t take the rejection of the miracle within you any longer.
“Goodbye Alan.” you said as you put your hand on the door. As you were halfway out you felt his arms wrap around your shoulders tightly he held you tight, forcing you to be still in his arms. You watched the wall awaiting his words as he pulled you further into his chest.
“I want it all if it’s all with you. Just stay.” you felt tears of happiness building up as you turned to kiss him full on the lips. You never felt so secure as when his hand cupped your abdomen and he smiled into your lips.
“There’s a little musician in there.” he laughed before kissing your neck in what seemed to be grateful.
I’m working on the imagines in my box tonight
The reason I ask for a random number is so that I can tag it. So anyways the way I do it is this, so it’s easy for you to find.
Let’s say you give me the number 34953, I will tag that number with the name of the band member immediately after. So if it were, Vic, it would go like this #34953vic
That was my quick note, try to remember your numbers.
Reblog If You Ever Used One Of These or Just Know What It’s Called
HOW DOES THIS HAVE SO FEW REBLOGS you people are making me feel so old and I’m really not even an adult yet.
we still have one of these in my house… it doesn’t get used, but we still have it.
do people really not remember…..?
a relic from the past ages
This year July has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays. This happens once every 823 years. This is called money bags. So copy this and money will arrive within 4 days. Based on Chinese Feng Shui, the one who does not copy, will be without money. Figured I’d pass this on!
Only reblogging because I’m a greedy bitch who wants money.
Hey doesn’t hurt to reblog ya knoww and if money is involved….
My mom’s paycheck arrives in 4d days, THIS SHIT WORKKSS
chinese feng shui knows about tumblr ?
OMG I didnt notice until today.I reblogged this and got 10 dollars :D
got to pay for stuff somehow so why not.
haha I got money today!!!
Show me the moneyyyy!
MONEY MONEY MONEYYYYYY!