Sebastian Stan imagines!

Don't Freak Out.

And the award for most over protective dad goes to.......

TJ frickin' Hammond.

"Dad, Breathe. It's just a bruise."

"Just a bruise from what?"

"A fight. I got into a fight, ok."

TJ sighed and you did too, running your hand through your hair, a hand on your hip, just like TJ.

"Jesus, you are my child." He laughed, and you joined upon noticing your stances. "Sorry for yelling.." You murmured sleepily.

"It's fine, kid. Just be more careful. It's still the second year of high school, don't make enemies too soon."

You nodded, leaning into your Dad as he pulled you into him. "Wanna go get some ice cream?"

"I just beat up a girl and you're giving me ice cream?" He shrugged. "Why not?"

"I'm all in."

Okay. This was officially the worst thing you had ever done.

Sex was great. You'd gotten birth control from your grandmother, your boyfriend was completely protected, and no one was home.

That's how you lost your virginity.

Then two months later, here you are, six pregnancy tests in hand, all positive.

"Y/N! Are you okay in there?"

"Yeah, Dad! I'm-I'm fine!" You sniffled, putting the tests in a box under your sink.

"Dad, could you get grandma?"

"Of course," Minutes later, the familiar knock of your grandmother sounded softly at the door.

"Come in!"

"Y/N, are you okay?"

You closed the door and leaned on it, shaking your head and sighing.

"I'm pregnant, grandma."