btw josh i love you

anonymous asked:

Hey! Sorry to bother but I was wondering if you could write an imagine where Josh is with his nice but then she gets lost and y/n is a stranger who helps him find her and it's just really cute? Thanks so much I love your writing btw

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

It’s a regular Tuesday as you step off the bus at your usual stop. The sun is still clinging high in the sky although looming clouds appear to have begun creeping in since you took your lunch break. Maybe it’ll rain later.

Just like every day, you make your way to the town park, sidestepping two young bikers as you head down a path. The sun’s rays feel heavenly as they lick at your skin, and the light breeze that tickles your cheek and seeps into your pores is a blessing after a day stuck inside the office. 

You pause on your way down the path to watch a group of young boys kicking around a soccer ball, your mind stirring up memories of playing with your own friends back in the day. You can’t help but wince sympathetically when one boy goes down in a harsh tackle, but scraped knees don’t stop his ruddy smile or bright laughter. As the boy runs back into the fray of the game, you continue your way down the path. You’re almost nearing the far exit when a piercing cry reaches your ears and stops you dead in your tracks. When you snap your head in the direction of the sound, your eyes find a small girl sitting in the grass crying. Her hair is plaited into two braids; although, a few springy curls have broken free. A bright yellow dress hangs from her small frame, the fabric covered in grass stains, and her flushed cheeks are damp from the tears flowing from her eyes. She can’t be more than four, and your heart instantly goes out to her, it wrenching and twisting painfully between your ribs. Before you can even hesitate, your legs are carrying you towards the girl, your eyes darting around for any sign of a frantic parent.

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#2 Pregnant (Tyler)

Request from messagehuman: 

I loved your “Josh Bad Day fic” btw, and was wondering if you could think about writing one were Tyler finds out that Jenna is pregnant and it ends with fluff? I haven’t seen any of these and i think it would be adorable af

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I would also describe this idea as “adorable af.” Thanks for the request!

Quick note, I wrote it from the reader’s POV, but the reader is Jenna instead of Y/N. 

Also, I have two other requests rn in my inbox that I’m hoping to get to this weekend, so hopefully you’ll see those soon. Regardless, feel free to send any requests you have, I’ll get to it asap! Enjoy!

Warnings: pregnancy…? 

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You had known for almost two weeks. You didn’t think much of it when your period didn’t show up on schedule, you know your uterus to be a little inconsistent. You didn’t think much of it when you were practically sleep walking all day from fatigue, no matter how early you got to bed. You didn’t think much of it until you woke up with just enough time to make it to the bathroom before you released the contents of your stomach into the porcelain bowl. 

A little voice in the back of your head barely whispered one word: pregnant. 

That was when you started connecting the dots, and noticing more pop up every day. The fatigue, the mood swings, the nausea. You didn’t feel like yourself. Your skipped your period all together. You could practically see the bump form before your eyes, although that last one was probably just your mind playing tricks on you. It was probably too early to be showing. 

You knew all the signs were there, but you couldn’t admit it to yourself until you saw real proof. And you didn’t even want to think of what Tyler, your husband, would say. You swallowed the urge to tell him anything might be wrong. The last thing you wanted to do was freak him out, so you decided not to tell him until you knew for sure. 

One random Wednesday, about a week after your symptoms started showing, and on a day when Tyler was at the studio, you woke up and drove to the drug store to buy that magic little test that would tell you if your gut was right. 

You wanted to be brave enough to buy only the test, but instead you picked out a small collection of snacks, cheap cosmetics, and random toiletries to cover up the one thing you came to get. You tried not to puke or cry from the nerves that bubbled in your stomach as you drove home, the box of tests seemingly burning a hole in the passenger’s seat. 

The stick sat on the bathroom counter as you anxiously paced around your house for five minutes, until your timer went off and you breathed an audible sigh of relief, until you realized this meant you actually had to look at the results. 

You slowly walked back to the bathroom, standing in front of the counter, trying to gather enough courage to look down. After what felt like an eternity, you pick up the stick and stare the plus sign in the face. 

You’re pregnant. Pregnant. With a baby. You’re going to have a baby. You’re going to be a mom and Tyler is going to be a dad.

You had no idea what to do. You were flooded with every emotion under the sun. Happiness, fear, anxiety, relief, excitement. 

You had the overwhelming urge to drive to the studio right now and tell Tyler. But that little voice in the back of your head stopped you. 

What will he say?

What if he’s angry? You were always careful, because although you both agreed that children were in your future, Tyler is so busy right now with the band, the tour, their next album, and everything that went along with it. He didn’t have time for a baby. 

What if he leaves you? 

You twisted the wedding band around your left ring finger and the knot in your stomach grew at the thought. 

No. He wouldn’t do that. He loves you. Right? 

So you waited. Waited to tell him. Kept it hidden for four days now. It was nearly eating you alive, but the fear of his reaction was simply too great. And now you had worked it up to be this huge deal, you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to confess it. 

You moved around the kitchen quickly as you prepared dinner for Tyler and you. He should be getting home soon, as it was nearly 6 in the evening. You were wearing a pair of black leggings and an oversized sweater with the sleeves rolled up to just under your elbows. Even though you knew it was too early for you to be showing, it still made you feel better to wear looser clothing, in case Tyler noticed something. 

You hear the front door open as you stand at the stove, stirring pasta in a pot of boiling water. 

“Hello?” you hear him call as he comes in. 

“Hey,” you say back, and you hear his footsteps wander into the kitchen. 

He walks through the doorway, a smile on his face. 

“We came up with some really great ideas today. I can’t wait for you to hear them,” he says. 

“That’s awesome, Ty,” you reply, but there’s a tone of anxiety under your voice, you don’t make eye contact with him, instead focusing your gaze on the stove, and you can’t really focus on anything he’s saying. 

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Are you OK? You’ve been acting off for days,” he asks. 

You pause. 

“Y-yeah,” you reply, shrugging off his embrace and taking the pot of pasta to the sink to drain it. 

He leans against the counter by the stove. 

“Jen, come on, talk to me. Please. Whatever’s bothering you, we can deal with it. But I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me,” his voice is soft and soothing, but his words do little to calm your racing mind. 

“I-I just messed up, OK? I should’ve told you sooner and I didn’t know what you would say and I didn’t want you to be mad and I still don’t want you to be mad and now I’m afraid that I waited to long to tell you and I just love you too much to mess this up,” the words fly out of your mouth a mile a minute and you can feel tears brimming in your eyes. 

“Jenna, babe, I love you, no matter what. I promise you. Whatever it is, you can tell me,” he tries to reassure you.

“I’m pregnant,” the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, and it feels like the weight of the world has been lifted from your shoulders. 

“What?” his eyes lock with yours. 

“I’m… pregnant,” you repeat, more clearly this time. 

His eyes break away from yours as he looks at the floor for a minute, his face shocked, before breaking into a small smile. He looks back up at you. 

“I’m gonna be a dad?” he asks in disbelief. 

You nod, smiling now with tears running down your face. 

His grin widens and he walks to you, wrapping you in the tightest hug imaginable, lifting you off the floor slightly and spinning you around. 

He sets you back down and looks at you with the happiest expression you’ve ever seen. 

“So you’re not mad?” you ask. 

“Mad? How could I ever be mad? I mean, sure, it’s a little unexpected, but… You’re pregnant. We’re gonna be parents. I couldn’t be happier,” he rests his forehead against yours and you laugh slightly, relief filling your body. 

“I’m so excited, too,” you say. 

“How long have you known?” he asks. 

“A few days,” you reply. 

“Well, we should schedule a doctor’s appointment, right? Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?” he says, and you can already see that the coming months will be filled with him hovering over your every move and being more protective of you than he already is. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yeah, I mean, I guess,” you reply, even though clearly neither of you have any idea. Your smile fades slightly as some of your fears return. “What will happen when you go on tour?” 

His smile falters slightly as well as he’s brought back to earth from his land of excitement. 

“Well, you can just come with us. Both of you. And sure, that might not always be an option, but.. we can make it work. It’ll have to work. We’ll figure it out, I promise,” he says, and you believe him. 

You’ll figure it out. Together. 

The rest of the night is spent wrapped up on the couch, his hands resting on your stomach more than usual, trying to binge watch Netflix shows. Tyler keeps pausing it whenever he thinks of something else baby-related that he’s excited for. And it appears that he’s excited for just about everything. His minds bounces from the reactions of your loved ones to potential baby names to doctors appointments when you’ll be able to hear the babies heart beat. 

But you never get annoyed at the constant interruptions, because how could you be when the love of your life won’t stop gushing about how excited he is for when your bump starts showing, or insisting that he can already see that “pregnancy glow.” 

You don’t think you’ll even get sick of the look in his eyes when he talks about becoming a dad. You already know he’ll be great at it. 

You swear, neither of you stop smiling all night, and you couldn’t imagine a better person to be embarking on this grand adventure with. 

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