PFFD ~

According to multiple pregnancy tests taken at the clinic, you've discovered that you are pregnant. 2 weeks to be exact. You reveal the news to the only potential father to be. Tremaine, your boyfriend of 1 year. He looks a mix between shocked and disappointed. He's not ready to be a father and you don't know the closest thing to being a mother. He demands an abortion but you're not killing this baby. He gets up and pushes the chair and knocks over the table. He's barely had the taste of life. A kid can only ruin his life and hold him back. Tremaine is your boyfriend and he's the only person to have fathered this off-spring. But you're both so young. He's 17 and you're 16. What are you going to do? You've cried for days contemplating your future with a baby. You couldn't ever imagine conceiving and holding another human being inside of you. You're both in the 11th grade stuck in high school for another year. You're not even sure if you are going to graduate and receive a diploma at this rate. You're scared to share the news with your parents. And as you've imagined, they are no where near ecstatic for the new addition. What are you going to do with this baby? How are you supposed to raise this baby with no source of income? And don't you need a high school diploma? Recently, you were kicked out of your parents home and now you're living with Tremaine and his relatives. His mother April Tucker is gracious enough to take you in. Sure his mom is disappointed, but she knows the streets are nowhere to be roaming around. But she isn't going to let anyone skate freely. You're now three months into pregnancy and times a'ticking. Tremaine's mom made her oldest son get a job, asap. He currently works at a Kroger grocery store where he stacks canned goods, bags items and pushes carts. His salary's not a whole lot, but at least it's something.

 Imagine ft. Chris Brown and Bryson Tiller ❤️ This is a part 3 . .Bryson just got home from tour. He was away for 6 months so he decided to take the girls out for ice cream. You get home and the house is empty. "Bryson where are my babies?" You ask your husband on FaceTime. "Right next to me. Say hi Mom," he flashed the camera to both girls for them to wave. You start to smile in the camera right as your hand extends up to your mouth, blowing them a couple kisses to Ro and Marley. Bryson gets jealous a little. "Oh, so I don't get no kiss?" You smirk, shaking your head to tease him further. "Fine," he does a playful pout using both hands to cover his face as he belts out a fake sob, making both girls attempt to cheer him up by giving each cheek a kiss. "Better daddy?" Marley asks her father. "Mhm." "Now say sorry to daddy, mom," Ro stated in more of a demand. You fold your arms, roll your eyes and apologize in the laziest way possible. They have a routine of teaming up in defense of their dad. They're such daddy girls and won't allow no one to hurt their father at all. You continue on with a family discussion on FaceTime until they all get home. "Nobody thought to bring me no ice cream?" You fold your arms staring the girls down. Looking guilty as ever they burst out in giggles, apologizing. But it's way too late at this point. You threaten to stop being friends with your daughter and only be friends with Bryson causing them to almost throw a fit. You laugh while Bryson calms them down and clarify you're only joking, stating you're always going to be their friend. But theses girls are such cry babies. They don't stop crying as a matter of fact, they have to fall asleep with headaches and ice cream stained on their clothes. You put them on matching pajamas and place them in their own beds upstairs. "So. Did you miss me today?" "Nah" Bryson shakes his head no. "Seriously?" You smack his knee cap making him burst into laughter. "I'm just playing y/n, you know I missed your big forehead." "I know you did miss me," you retort softly. You lean forward the same time he does and you both start to make-out. His hand falls at your side and you get the hint to climb on top without breaking the kiss. You can taste the strawberry he devoured with his ice cream earlier. You stop, back up a little to catch your breath and murmur, "I love you so much Bryson," "I love you more," he responds in a deep tone making you want more of him. You both go back in for more right as you're phone starts to buzz. Baby daddy Chris: you awake?

Imagine ❤️  featuring Chris Brown and Bryson Tiller, this is a part 2. . . .You and Chris were able to work out a visitation agreement with the court's help, of course. He's not paying any child support because he's a damn good father despite his fucked up ways regarding anything else. He gets Royalty on weekends and select holidays. While she primarily stays in the comfort of a four bedroom home with you, half sister, Marley and step dad Bryson. And right now she's out with Chris. You're peaking out the window to see if his car's anywhere outside. It's going on eleven o'clock at night and it's a school night. Where the heck is he with Royalty? "Babe, stop being paranoid," Bryson enters the bedroom, closing the door behind him. "They're probably just asleep. Stop worrying about nothing." You turn and look at him. "It's easy for you to say Bryson, your daughter is at home with you," you snap harshly. "What are you trying to say? I don't give a damn about Ro? She's my daughter also, y/n!" He snaps back. He has every right to get upset at you for saying this. He's taken on Royalty as his own, way before you had even given birth to Marley 3 years ago. Suddenly feeling apologetic for your words, he understands. "Listen y/n, calm down... just call him and see where he's at. He knows she has school tomorrow," you agree to what he's saying, grab your cellphone and head into the bathroom. To your surprise, Chris answers on the fourth phone call. "Aye y/n, what's up," "Nothing but Ro's bedtime," you respond. "Oh shit," he said, obviously unaware it's this late. "Oh shit--nothing Chris, you know what time Royalty is supposed to be in bed asleep. She has school in the morning!" He sucks his teeth in the phone. "Man calm down, we on our way we just got caught up with some business," he retorts. "Business my ass, Chris. I know what you used to do in those streets. You bet not have my baby around no guns or drugs!" He quickly becomes aggravated when you say this. "She's my daughter too y/n and I'm not gone have no bullshit around my baby girl, so chill out with that shit, man!" You both go back and forth for another few minutes before he decides to hang up in your face. He shows up at your in the next 43 minutes and boy are you livid. You are ready to punch him in the face but the only thing that stops you is your daughter Ro. He's walking to you with her in his arms asleep. "Stop bringing her home at whatever time you feel like it. It's 12:15 midnight and she supposed to be in her room asleep! Not just getting in the house, Chris!" As he gets closer to you you smell alcohol on his breath. "Were you drinking?"

Imagine ❤️ . . .More than five years ago, at 17, I was stuck in an abusive relationship with a guy by the name of Chris. He wasn't always like this. In the beginning, he catered to me and did everything in his power for me he could. Even proposing to me in high school right after prom. Our moms said we should wait sometime to grow a stronger bond, but I knew I'd love Chris forever. We talked about a future together as we were inseparable. Sex was no stranger to us. I let him take my virginity and touch me again and again whenever we could find time alone. And maybe our parents were right. I began thinking things were happening a little too fast. No less than a year later we got news we were expecting our first baby. Hundreds of emotions were racing through my body. We had no clue on how to care for our own needs, let alone raise a baby this young. But when he looked me in the eyes, persuaded me into keeping this baby while promising we would make it together; I had taken his word for it. But things hadn't turned out the way Chris told me. We got our own place and that's when travesty began. We fought a lot; more than usual to be exact. He would leave the apartment early and stay out all times of the night. I had no clue on how to do everything for Royal and I desperately needed his help  He wouldn't always bring the car back when he's supposed to. Therefore, I would have to get a ride by a neighbor or call a Lyft. How am I supposed to get my baby to a Doctor's appointment or provide food and clothes? It's like Chris turned super negligent as time went on. Smoking and drinking with his friends turned into a new hobby of his. This isn't the kind of father he promised to us he'd be. I was starting to believe he doesn't want our baby girl. As days went on, He started doing his own thing and I grew sick of it. I would have to make Chris come home by threatening to put him on child support and when he did show up, we would fight again. Our fights would turn explosive so much so, that he'd gotten so used to putting his hands on me. I'm talking blacken my eye, bustin' my lip and even liked to choke me. Chris turned so evil I don't know what's gotten into him. Now at 23, I am in my own place with another baby girl and fiance, Bryson. I am going to this trade school to be a dental assistant. My man supports my dreams and we've been together for almost 2 years. I've known him for more than 15 years, and I swear it feels like he's the man I've been waiting for all my life. We were both at this musical festival downtown when we bumped into one another. I was surprised Bryson even remembered my face considering we lost contact over 8 years ago. Both of our moms were childhood friends who used to work together and hang out at each other's houses. He told me his mom passed on and I was devastated to hear this. His mom would treat me as her own. But my smile quickly came back when Bryson told me he and his brother are acting in movies now. I always knew he would make it. We exchanged digits during the music festival to keep in contact for after this.

Imagine ❤️ . . . You feel a tiny pair of hands shake your shoulder. "...Mommy?" You hear your 7-year-old son Christopher whisper loud enough for you to hear. "Uh... are you wake?" He turns on the lamp next to your bed on your nightstand. August shifts in his sleep and you squint open your eyes. "Not really. What's wrong Chris?" He's playing with your fingers. "I'm hungry." He admits and you groan. He always does this in the middle of the night. He wakes up you or his dad whenever he's hungry and thirsty. He had refused to eat his dinner last night stating vegetables are yucky and disgusting. But his father August said he can't get any other food to eat unless he eats his dinner first. "Come on mom, please?" He begs. You put on a pink, silk robe then take Christopher's hand walking into the kitchen. He's a little scared when the house is dark. Last night's baked chicken, macaroni and cheese with broccoli was prepared. You quickly heat up his food in the microwave and head to your bed again. Closing the bedroom behind you and turning out the light as you begin to climb back into bed. "Where you been?" Your man wakes up and plants a wet kiss on you. "Warming up Chris's food in the kitchen." You reply. "He needs to take his ass sleep. It's five o'clock in the damn morning. His little ass don't need nothing." You take another breath and close your eyes. August begins snoring again. Your bedroom door creaks open. An energized 7 year-old plops down on the edge of your bed, sitting on his father's feet. But August is in too deep of a sleep to even feel anything right now. Chris finds the remote control to your flat screen television and he finds a program suitable for his interest. He knows he isn't allowed to watch certain things but there are no cartoons on television he wants to see. So he tunes into an episode of Power. Although it's quite a bit of violence in the series, he's no stranger to this season's craziness. He sneaks and watches episodes with his dad when you're not around. And it's no surprise, honestly. He tries to mimic nearly everything his dad August says and does. But overall, he's a real good boy. "They say this is a big rich town," Chris starts to sing aloud to the show's theme song making you turn on your side to get more comfortable. Broccoli wasn't as bad as he made it out to be he had soon realized as he's finishing up his plate before the show's end credits could roll in.

You are backstage getting your makeup done at New York fashion week when you receive a telephone call. You grasp your smartphone, recognizing August's number flashing across the screen. You grin, swype the green button to answer and it's Noonie, his manager's voice on the other end. Beginning to inform you on how August got into a scuffle at one of his concerts. He's currently at the hospital receiving treatment for minor injuries. The telephone signal starts to go in and out as he goes into details about what happened. You can barely understand what he's saying but you just know it's not good. You hop up and proceed to exit out the dressing room. Your makeup artist and hairstylist calls your name but you're rushing to the parking lot where you limousine driver is leaning up against the bumper. He notices you're frantic and hangs up his cellphone racing to open the door for you. Then he races to the driver seat to get in. He drives you to the hospital where August Alsina is checked into. You hop out seconds after the wheels on your limousine stop and you rush into the hospital to find out his room number. The receptionist gives you the number and makes you sign a paper. She recognizes your name written incursive and she glances up at you, widens her eyes and points. She's so hysterical she's in the presence of a celebrity she screams. Other people start to look over and you dash down the hallway to search for his room on the second floor. Once you arrive, you push open the door and maneuver your way to his hospital bed. You touch the bruise on his cheek and your eyes start to water. "Baby who did this to you?" You whisper. You rub circles on his cheek and scan his body lying there. He chuckles, "Some pussy niggas hatin' on me. They tried to jump me in the club but my nigga Trav wasn't gone let that go down." He chuckles having a flashback of the fight. "Noonie told me, and baby I came as soon as I heard." A tear descends down your left cheek. He sucks his teeth and reaches for your hand. "Man you cryin' like I'm dead or something." You start to speak but you're so emotional he can can't make out your words. He pats the spot on his bed and you lie down beside him, wrap your hand on his waist. "You stop what you doin' and rush to a nigga aid." You smile, place a hand on his chest. "Of course babe, I love you." "I luh you too, babeh." He wipes the tear tracks on your face and you stay there by his side for hours. You cancel business deals you have scheduled for the day and spend time with August.

For the last several weeks Bryshere has been away on set in Chicago. He’s an actor and he plays as Hakeem Lyon on the hit television series Empire. Right now he is working on the highly anticipated season 2 and he updates me along the way. He said it’s fun, exhausting and he misses me and Bryson to death. Bryson is our 5 year old son. He looks and acts just like his father. This year he started kindergarten and he said the girls all love him. This little boy thinks he’s a player. I don’t know what I’m going to do with him. “Can we go visit dad please?” My son asked shaking my shoulder as I lie down asleep. I flutter my eyelashes and shift my eyes open. “H-huh?” He repeats his question with hopeful eyes. “I don’t know… daddy’s at work.” He folds his arms and gets upset. “Daddy’s always at work, hmph!” I know this boy had better lower his tone. “Do you wanna skype daddy?” He appears happy again, shaking his head furiously. I whip out my cellphone, switch on the screen and prepare to facetime with Bryshere but he doesn’t answer. Bryson sighs. I know when he gets sad and I hate to let him down. “Do you wanna take a trip and go visit daddy in person?” He hops up and throw his arms in the air. “Yeahhh!”

Imagine you are Chris Brown’s soon-to-be ex wife. You share two daughters, one son and a pitbull rottweiler dog. You reside in an amazing Beverly Hills loft with three bedrooms and two full bathrooms. Surprisingly, none of your kids are aware of the divorce drama. You won't bother to discuss any martial differences, instead you both sweep it under the rug. But lately, Chris has displayed another side and you're kind of thinking about fixing your marriage. This seven days you’re in St. Tropez for your wedding anniversary with Chris, you made sure you bought the kid's along making this into a family trip. In the beginning, Chris was a little upset the kids are here with you guys but he will get over it. These hotel rooms are spectacular and the decor fits your style so perfectly. But the first night you and Chris decide to just kick back and relax. You're both exhausted for the long hours on the flight. You collapse on the bed next to each other exhausted as ever, while the kids run wild in the large suite and order up room service. Chris wakes you up four hours later and you do your hygiene routine. He wants to go sightseeing, buy souvenirs for the kids, then go to dinner at a buffet. It’s a wonderful first night. Chris tucks your kids into bed while you bathe in a bubble bath. He returns to your shared bedroom and stands in the doorway as he watches you relax. He quietly enters the bathroom and strips out his clothes to join you. Your eyes snap open as you hear the water splash as his foot steps in. You flash a smile and make room so he can get comfortable. He snakes his forearms to your waist and drags you onto his lap. You start to get comfortable and lay your head on his bare chest. He plants a kiss on your forehead, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger as he listens to you gush about this trip.

Imagine you're fuming with anger. You push Chris back by his chest and shout for him to get away. How could he even fix his face to even ask you to be his girlfriend two weeks prior when he's all over here? You raise up your hand and slap the left side of his face. "You played me Chris!" He stands there frozen probably shocked in the moment. You frown and hit his chest, breathing heavily. "Played you how?" Chris raises his voice above yours and it's evident that he's angry too. "You said you're in love with me and how you want to be with me. But you're out here making a fool of me in these streets. You ain't shit!" Your voice starts to crack and you hit his chest repeatedly. He then grips your wrist and shoves you up against a wall. "Man calm yo ass down!" Christopher growls, breathing uneven and trying to catch his breath at a steady pace. "That's why you're upset? Because you think she's my girl? Y/N, That's my friend, yo it's not even like that. She told me how she's out here visiting family or whatever. Besides she's into girls," he said sincerely causing your tough exterior to melt right at his touch. You look up and watch Chris's chest rise and fall as he stares down at you. His dark brown eyes filled with ardent and aversion. "I-I had no idea she was..." Your voice trails and you suddenly feel bad for the way you've acted out of character. "Ma you gotta cut that bullshit out... for real" You sigh and wrap your arms around his waist, stand on your tippy toes and bury your face in his neck. Chris turns his head and stares in an opposite direction. He knows you are stubborn and the very epitome of the definition. This is how you apologize. "You can't be mad Chris, you love me." You tut in a child's tone. But he only ignores you, so you kiss and suck on his neck until he chuckles and says stop. You knew he wouldn't stay mad at you for so long. You both stand outside and dial your mom's number so she can come get y'all.

So you and your friend Melissa are giving Rihanna advice on her relationship with Drake. Out of the corner of your eye you see Chris standing there straight across the skating rink with a girl smiling. You don’t want to make a scene about nothing so you just sit there and watch. The girl hugs Chris and plants a kiss on his cheek. He chuckles and hugs her back. Who is she? You stand up and head over there. Rih and Mel dart their eyes in the direction you’re striding, to figure out what’s going on. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” You give a fake smile. “YN…” He turns to face you awkwardly. He had no clue you were even standing there beside him until you spoke. “Oh uh, this is Teyana Taylor-” he says and you cut his sentence short. “Let me guess, she’s one of your birds?” Chris frowns and Teyana screws up her face and steps closer to you. “Bitch I am not his bird you got me fucked up!” She spat. You can tell she’s from NYC by her demeanor. Oh, Chris likes up North bitches. He puts his arm in between y'all, but you’re ready. You’re an irascible individual. You point your finger and demand she get out your face. Fuck she think she is? She makes an attempt to get to you and accidentally pushes Chris into you. She tries to grab you and hit you, while you’re roasting her and trying to stand up and fight. A few security guards run up and block her. Chris gains his balance, grips your wrist and drags you out the skating rink before anyone gets hurt. Some people head to the exit and watch the scene as it continues to unfold.

Imagine you’re sauntering leisurely down the concrete asphalt of a sidewalk on Melrose Boulevard alongside of your real good friend Drake seeking what stores looks good to shop next. His free hand descends to clutch to the small of your back and propels your body even closer to his body for his whispers to travel directly to your earlobe when abrupt footsteps matching the sound of your own footsteps proceeds parallel of your direction to approach you. “I see someone wanna act like they don’t know me no more,” Christopher states jokingly. Drake appears to be a little confused knowing he doesn’t have acquaintance with the stranger nor do you and supposes he’s talking to someone else behind. But he’s not, it’s your ex. You gasp and hastily sprint to him, eagerly lifting your arms to enclose the nape of his neck and drawing your body close, while conversing for the absence that’s intervened. Completely forgetting that Drake is standing close by. “Oh my gosh. How have you been?” You smirk, squeezing your ex’s neck tightly within your grasp. Not either of you have encountered each other since last summer’s agreement on departure and though the decision was mutual there wasn’t a reason to retain contact. "I missed you on the real,” Christopher admits. He lifts a hand to the center of your back and begins rubbing his palm over your back then bestows a peck onto your forehead. Drake is very observant of the endearing exchange standing approximately a few feet away perceiving the whole scene. He furrows his eyebrows and coughs into his fist receiving your attention instantly. How awkward.

@miniterrorminaj y'all should've made me come back then.

I'd say for you to take your time on your story and come up with a plot, bring in characters that you can see in your mind acting out words of your creation and bring the scene to life. Also go scout a dictionary for clever wordplay to spice up your material. I'm sure you don't want to keep repeating the same words again and again you know. I hope this advice helps for you hon. Moreover is this a story you're going to post on tumblr?

Yes doll there will be a part 6, I have to work on another imagine before I close my book on wattpad and then I will start to post brand new imagines.

Hi, Queen. What would you like your imagine scenario to be and whom would you like to star in it?

Imagine you are a famous r&b singer and you’re heading to Paramount Studios to perform on The Arsenio Hall Show. It’s your first time making an appearance and meeting Arsenio. You’re excited. Your curly hair’s down your shoulders and your makeup is beat for the Gods. And don’t let me get started on your outfit now. Twenty minutes into the show, Arsenio stands up and announces you to the stage. People in the audience clapping their hands and you wink at them, taking your place in front of the microphone. A live band on stage with you plays the instrumental to your anticipated hit single. And as you start to sing lyrics in the first verse fans in the crowd sing along. They sound amazing out there and they know all the words. 3 minutes later your song ends and Arsenio joins you on stage. He gives you a hug, congratulates your accomplished success, and promotes your album that’s set to hit stores tomorrow. The talk show goes on commercial break and you sign autographs for everyone in the crowd and take as much as pictures as you can until the break’s over. You sit straight across Arsenio as he interviews you and he’s real down to earth and funny. But then he catches you off guard when he brings up a previous interview you did where you talking about your celebrity crush August Alsina. You won’t deny he’s easy on the eyes and you’re secretly dying to meet him. He looks straight into the camera lens and welcomes YN’s crush and Def Jams own– August Alsina. You squeal, cover your face and laugh at the introduction then August walks out from backstage. He waves at the fans walking over to the sitting area and you and Arsenio both stand up. August slaps hands with Arsenio, pulling him into a hug. He flashes a smile in your direction making his way over to you next. He pecks your cheek and wraps his arms so low on your waist the only thing you want to do is melt in his palms. He draws back releasing you and everyone sits down. August claims the cushion next to you causing you to smirk out of nowhere. Arsenio backpedals to your interview and brings it up to August wondering whether he knows or not. You smirk, hold up a pillow to your face and hide. The only thing you can think to do is ring Arsenio’s neck. Is he for real? August stops stroking his chin, licks his lips and leans over to grab the pillow. He can sense you’re shy on this topic but there’s no need to be. He reveals to Arsenio he has practically watched your whole career, admires your style and work ethic; and he also thinks you’re sexy as hell. Arsenio rubs his hand together like he’s made a love connection. He then makes a suggestion you and August should work together on something and August appears to be down for it. The show goes on commercial break once again and you and August stand up and say goodbye to Arsenio. As you’re heading backstage to pack up your things and head out, August stops you for a minute to talk. His New Orleans twang making you want to stay and miss your flight. But you have another show to make on time and you don’t want to hold him up. So you exchange contact information, hug each other goodbye again and go your separate ways.