it took me over a week to finish this set

Long Nights (fluff)

Shawn’s been spending a lot of long nights in the studio, and you’re determined to make him relax


You sighed as you rolled over in bed, seeing that the clock read 11:34pm. Shawn had been spending nearly every hour of the day in the studio, and when he got home he’d go straight to his music room to continue working.

You got out of bed and walked across the room, opening the door. Your feet quietly padded down the wooden hallway, the only thing covering your frame was one of Shawn’s t-shirts. When you made it to his music room you heard the sound of a piano, mixing with Shawn’s sweet voice. You couldn’t quiet make out the words he was singing, but it sounded beautiful. You closed your eyes as you rested your forehead against the door, listening until the music stopped. Once you knew you wouldn’t be completely interrupting him, you cracked the door open and stuck your head inside.

“Baby? Are you coming to bed soon?” you asked gently.

“Mhmn,” he hummed in response, not bothering to look at you as he continued jotting down lyrics in his notebook.

“You’ve been working on this song for weeks, Shawn, and you’ve been up for nearly twenty hours. Come to bed with me, you need some rest.”

He sighed as he set his notebook down, letting your words sink in. You stared at his side profile, waiting for any kind of reply from him as you nervously twisted your engagement ring around on your finger. You took notice of his tired eyes, and the bags forming below them. He sat slightly hunched over, not as straight as usual. He was dying to get this song finished, but it was starting to take a toll on him. When he didn’t respond, you stepped into the room. You walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your cheek against his back.

“Please?” you asked above a whisper, desperate for him to get some rest.

“Alright,” he caved, “let’s go.”

He took your hand in his as he walked out of the room, shutting off the lights and closing the door behind him.

You crawled into bed as you waited for him to undress, slipping basketball shorts on over his boxers before he crawled in bed beside you. He laid his head on your chest, something that always made your heart melt, and you instinctively wrapped an arm around him while the other brought a hand up to play with his hair. You gently raked your fingers along his scalp, a satisifed sigh leaving his lips.

“I’m sorry I’ve been spending so much time in the studio baby, I just really want to get this song right,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Don’t apologize for doing your job, Shawn. You just need to get some rest, that’s all. Try not to force it and it’ll come to you, I promise,” you soothed.

You continued playing with Shawn’s hair until he fell asleep, faint snores escaping his parted lips.

You woke up late the next morning, seeing Shawn beside you for the first time in weeks. He was always up at the crack of dawn to go to the studio, but not today. This morning his stayed, making up for all the hours of sleep he’d recently lost.

When he woke up he looked up at you, a tired smile on his face.

“Thank you for always knowing what’s best for me,” he said, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Shawn,” you smiled, kissing him again.

I talk about this fic a lot, but today is the author’s birthday so I’m going to keep going and you’re all going to listen and then you’re going to go to the author and tell her happy birthday. Got it?

A few years ago, I opened up Empty Skies. Wanted to read it. Heard so many great things about it. Fuck, that word count. I’m bad at reading long fics. I hate getting invested in something so monumental because if it doesn’t have the closure I expected at the end, I’m disappointed. I hesitated to start the story. I read the first 1000 words or so and said fuck it. I don’t have time for this. Put it down for a few months. But, as fantastic stories tend to do, it continued to come back around. Finally gave in. I was a nanny at the time. I’d sit with my baby and rock him to sleep and lower the brightness on my phone and read (nanny of the year award). It didn’t take long before I was sucked in. Eventually stopped caring if it didn’t have the closure I wanted. Just wanted to keep reading and living in this universe. I’m a notorious skimmer. Didn’t do that once with Empty Skies. Read every word. Devoured it. Took me forever to finish it. When it was over, I felt this hurt in my chest that I relished in. A good hurt. I felt privileged that someone could come produce those kind of ideas and publish them for free, for us. Empty Skies set me back two weeks in homework. I couldn’t bring myself to do actual work when I knew that story was waiting for me to be read. I never told her this, but it also sparked the first fic I ever wrote (now abandoned, and total shit). I wanted to see if I could illicit the same kind of ache - the one that leaves you mulling and thinking and nostalgic. I have a lot of reasons for wanting to write, but Empty Skies pulled the trigger.

But she’s more than just her stories. That just happens to be where my love started.

Someone confused me with her a while back. I was honored. Shai reblogged the post and tagged it with “Shelly knows who I am?” Girl. Please. Floored (and confused) that you think someone like me has never heard of someone like you.

Shai, you have a beautiful mind and soul. You encouraged me (as I’m sure others) to tap into their creative side and dig deep. I’m thankful for you. Celebrate yourself today. It’s much deserved. Thank you for all you’ve done and know you’re very loved.

Have a beautiful birthday, @greenfeelings ❤️


whouffle meme: doctor: twelve [1/1]

But I love my new companion, Clara, Clara Oswald. In my new incarnation I sometimes find it difficult to talk to people. I sometimes get things wrong. And sometimes I might appear a little bit rude, or a little bit sharp; I don’t mean to be. She’s helping me improve my manners, so I love her. [x]


It’s been awhile since I’ve thrown up a set, or have put out a personal write up on my own tumblr. There was something about this set that inspired me to do so.

This past week I had another happy accident with photog and good friend martin-depict. I had a test shoot planned for this day to update my portfolio and had my make up done by #makeupbylucky. The shoot before this was finished pretty quick and Lucky asked if I would head over to the next shoot with her. Martin and I took advantage of the situation and snapped some pictures while the other model was getting her hair and make up done. It took us no more than 20 min to create what would now be one of my favorite sets he and I have ever created together.

This set was unplanned, there was no pressure, and it was fun. Being able to create beautiful images together that flow and are effortless is what expression should always be about.

Model: Michele Maturo mminibird

Photographer: martin-depict

MUA: #Makeupbylucky

The Corner Table [A.I.]

This was requested by a very special Anon

Author’s note: So this is one of my longer imagines…I really love this concept and the anon who requested it so I wanted to make sure I gave it the care and attention it deserved. This could maybe possibly become a series if y’all like it so feedback would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy! -S 💛

I rolled around my bed, pounding the snooze button, groaning at every alarm.

Why do I do this to myself?

I lethargically shuffled to the bathroom to scrub away my morning breath. Completely lacking motivation, I tossed my hair into a ponytail, pulled on some comfy jeans and a t-shirt that probably should have been retired years ago.

The cool spring morning rushed through the door of my ground floor apartment as I made my entrance into the new day.

Amy, who owned the coffee shop across from my building with her husband, Dexter, always greeted me with the warmest of smiles, today was no different.

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi, Amy! How are you?” I called back.

“Can’t complain,” she answered, “I’ll get your usual started.”

I nodded and strode groggily to my table, still wiping the sleep from my eyes.

Every time I plopped myself on the ripped vinyl of the detached bench, I flashed back to the first day I stumbled into Amy and Dexter’s store.

I had been suffering at my kitchen counter with a particularly stubborn bought of writer’s block. I paced, I cleaned, I danced, I read; nothing was loosening the cobwebs. My last resort was stuffing a piece of paper and pen in my pocket and going for a walk. I ventured out into the overwhelmingly unfamiliar neighborhood trusting that every turn I made wasn’t dreadfully wrong. And of course two blocks from my apartment the sky unzipped to drop sheets of bullet-like rain.

The first door I came to was the coffee shop. I staggered inside, slipping a little on the rubber welcome mat, and there was Amy’s relentlessly cheeky grin offering me a towel and something warm to drink. I meandered around the shop, squeezing the moisture out of my sopping locks.

The wood floors were knotty and worn. The paneled walls were lined with mismatched tables and chairs. The air was saturated with the smell of chocolaty Arabica beans and the ticking of antique cuckoo clocks. Amy appeared at my side with a steaming mug that clicked against the saucer it rested on. I carefully accepted the scolding beverage and surveyed the room for a place to sit. Just as I turned I saw the rain begin to subside and something of a sunrise was emerging over the maleficent clouds. The beams of hazy sunlight that cut through the front window caused a glow to spread over the front corner table. Something about this spot, maybe the oddly endearing chipped paint on the corners of the table, the vintage “Visit France” poster hanging overhead, perhaps it was the mix of lavish and tattered, drew me in and didn’t let go.

Everyday since I have cozied up with my journal and steaming mug, hoping that my manic thoughts were malleable enough to be molded into something resembling art.

Business was exceptionally slow this morning. The only activity to speak of was the dishwasher buzzing and Dexter tapping his pen while attempting to solve a newspaper crossword puzzle.

The three of us were a bit startled when the tarnished, silver doorbell jingled out of nowhere. I didn’t get a good look at the man that walked in due to the black felt hat and matching sunglasses situated on the tip of his nose. Despite that, I could definitely tell he wasn’t a regular. There wasn’t a soul as tall, tanned, and muscular who frequented this shop.

Trust me I would’ve remembered

I darted my eyes up at the guy every few seconds trying my darnedest to be nonchalant. He ordered a large black coffee to which he added cream and sugar at the makeshift counter in the middle of the room. When he turned to find a seat, I noticed the disheveled leather-bound notebook clutched in his hand.

Our eyes locked through the hazy air and the corners of the man’s mouth curled into a friendly smile accompanied by a wave. Even from afar I could see the thick callouses on his fingers. He nodded towards the table next to mine as if to say ‘Is that open?’

“Oh yeah, of course. It’s all yours,” I stammered.

“This is quite the place,” he smiled gesturing around, “Do you come here often?” He paused for a second, “wow that isn’t a clichéd line at all…” he giggled sarcastically.

“Actually, yeah I do. It’s a good place to write,” I said.

His eyes lit up revealing small emerald flecks in his amber brown irises that caught the light like gemstones.

“You’re a writer?” He asked leaning in

“Uh, aspiring… I guess,” I muttered, swallowing hard, “I mostly write poetry and short story type things, but it wouldn’t exactly appeal to the masses,” I finished with air quotes.

“But isn’t that the best kind? The things so complex that only a special handful of people understands and finds solace in them. Eventually, it kinda becomes a whole new thing entirely.”

He sat back in his chair, clearing his throat. His expression showed concern that he had rambled too far.

I looked down at the page in front of me, the margins ladened with doodles and incoherent scribbles. I fought to stifle my smile but lost control over it when I looked up to see the mystery man already beaming at me.

“I’ve never thought about it that way,” I said.

He brought his coffee up to his lips, “I’m sure whatever’s in that book is really special.”

“You’re pretty confident about the merits of something you’ve never read,” I retorted, sounding more offended than I truly was.

Before I could protest, the man swept my journal up in his hand and began vigorously scanning over the words. About halfway down the second page, he slowed his pace even going back to re-read a passage. His expression softened and his eyes drooped a little.

When his gaze met mine I could see the sincerity clouding behind his pupils, “You’re really talented,” he said.

“Really? You don’t think it’s trite or over exaggerated?” I asked

“No, not at all. In fact, I can relate to it a lot…” he paused for a few seconds and flipped to a page in his own journal and slid it to me, “I’ve been trying to finish this for weeks but I keep getting stuck on that last part.”

“You want my advice?”

He simply nodded and rested his cheek against his palm, watching me read.

His handwriting was eloquent and flowing, each letter somehow connected to the next. The set of stanzas, which only took up about half of the page, started out heart broken but morphed into resilient, even reformed.

I lifted my pen up, “May I?” I asked

“Sure,” he nodded.

I rearranged some things with arrows, eliminated a few superfluous words, and pushed the book back across the table, “How’s that?”

He scanned over my suggestions then laughed, “Damn you really are good.”

Just then the alarm on my watch sounded, making me jump a little, traumatized by the dozens of panicked notifications I had silenced earlier.

“I gotta go…I have a class,” I stumbled off of the bench and slung my bag over my shoulder, a heavy blush rising in my cheeks.

“Whoa whoa, can I at least know your name?”

“Its Y/N”

He ripped a page from his journal and scribbled something on it, “I’m Ashton. If you’re interested I could really use your help on another song…”

“Song? What, are you some kind of singer or something?”

“Something like that,” Ashton scoffed, “Look, here’s the address of the studio be there at 5 tonight. My number’s there too, just call me when you arrive and I’ll come meet you downstairs.”

“Um, okay.”

“Y/N are you listening?” My professor asked from the whiteboard.

I nodded in his direction and quickly diverted my attention back to my laptop, pretending to type notes.

It’s not a lie if you don’t say it out loud right?

My Google search finally loaded. The building belonging to the address Ashton had given me earlier popped up on the screen.

Holy shit this is place is legit 

I scrolled through a list of high-profile artists that have recorded at the studio. Everyone from legendary crooners to punk rock bands and EDM DJs. 

I punched Ashton’s phone number into my phone and typed out a text.

“So you’re kind of a big deal huh?” I wrote

To everyone’s delight, class was dismissed early. As I merged into the flow of students leaving the room my professor called, “I hope you enjoyed the lecture today, Y/N.”

Seconds later my phone buzzed.

“Well, ya know I don’t like to brag…I’ll see you tonight?” Ashton replied

A quick urge to bail flashed through my mind, but curiosity overtook it.

“See you tonight.”

I put my car in park across the street from the high-rise building downtown. I took a deep breath and dialed my phone.

“Hey you here?” Ashton answered

“Yeah I just parked.”

“Alright, I’ll meet you outside. Be down in a sec.”

After almost being run over twice while crossing the street, I perched myself on a concrete bench adjacent to the crystal clear doors. The sun baked on my legs through the holes in my jeans, I could feel the melanin rising through my pores.

Should I have worn something more…business-like

I fiddled nervously with the hem of my t-shirt until one of the tall glass doors swung open.

Ashton stepped out into the heat, leaving one hand on the door to prevent it from latching closed.

The corners of his eyes wrinkled with a smile, “Hey Y/N! Long time no see,” he joked.

I followed him into the frigid air-conditioning and to the row of elevators, “What can I say, you peeked my interest.” I retorted

The elevator doors slid open to reveal a sprawling music studio. Ashton led me over to a couch where three other guys were plucking at guitars and humming incoherently.

He introduced each of them to me: Calum, dark-haired with golden skin and tattoos. Michael, bleach blonde, fair-skinned and an eyebrow bar. Luke, lanky with piercing blue eyes and impossibly broad shoulders.

“Hey I’m Y/N,” I said, taking the seat Calum offered.

“Ashton tells us you’re an amazing writer,” Michael interjected.

“Oh I wouldn’t say amazing,” I replied, “I’m just here to help.”

“Here take a look at this,” Ashton snatched a notebook from Luke and set it in my lap.

I scanned over the words, trying my best to understand the structure but it simply wasn’t clicking.

The rest of the band walked over to talk to the sound engineer about how the song was mixed.

I looked up at Ashton, “Can you play it for me?”

His expression twisted anxiously, “Really?”

“Yeah really,” I said, handing him one of the several guitars that were lying around. 

Ashton cleared his throat and adjusted his fingers to the correct chord. His hooded eyes slanted up at me and I offered him an encouraging smile, soon after he became to play.

The melody was hauntingly sinuous, continually repeating the same handful of notes in the most hypnotic way.

The lyrics softly fell from Ashton’s lips, he was hesitant at first but grew more confident as he traveled farther into the chorus.

I found myself completely entranced by him; His hands dancing over the strings with such little effort, the rasp that scratched in the back of his throat when he hit certain notes, the way his eyes were scrunched tight with passion.

Eventually, I couldn’t hear any of the other ruckus happening elsewhere in the studio. All I knew was that I was here and Ashton was in front of me, everything else blurred into the background.

“Well?” Ashton asked as the last note reverberated through the guitar.

I shook my head, trying to loosen the trance I was under, “That was…amazing,” I breathed.

Ashton smiled shyly at the ground, seemingly uncomfortable with flattery.

“I have an idea,” I added, “hand me that pen.”

He slipped the utensil into my hand and rested his palm on mine for the smallest of seconds. In that moment both of our gazes snapped up to lock in on each other. Sudden electricity surged through my chest, smearing every thought in my brain.

“So…um…” I stammered, “What if it ended something like this.”

I scribed 4 lines at the bottom of the page, which had clearly been worked on by all four band members.

Ashton read over it with a hum in his voice, presumably making sure it fit with the rest of the song. His rough hand squeezed over my knee, “Holy hell Y/N, you just saved my life!” He leaned in and pressed a kiss against the apple of my cheek. 

He froze, “I’m…I’m sorry”

“Don’t be,” I uttered, our faces still millimeters apart.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Luke stride into the room then turn around abruptly, “Whoa, sorry guys!”

“What do you need Luke?” Ashton called back, dropping his head and leaning back against his chair.

“We just need you to record this beat one more time,” Luke answered.

Ashton glanced over at me with a sympathetic expression then quickly rose to his feet. I watched him traipse past Luke towards the booth. A giggle escaped my mouth as I scurried past the towering boy to watch Ashton’s session from the soundboard. 


The next day I woke up in complete disbelief. The text from Ashton that popped up seconds after my eyes trembled open only made it harder to wrap my mind around what had occurred.

“Hey I have a couple things for you. Meet me at the coffee shop in 30?”

Shit, now I have to be cute

I quickly pulled together a respectable outfit and ran a brush through my tangled hair. Finishing with a few strokes of mascara for good measure.

Through the front window of Amy and Dexter’s shop, I saw Ashton already settled at the corner table where we first met. The bell jingled, Amy looked up at me with a smile but instead of waving she gestured over at Ashton and gave an approving wink. I shook my head at her and laughed then made a beeline to my table.

A few stray tresses fell over Ashton’s eyes as he stood to greet me with a hug. He nestled his face into my hair and whispered, “Thanks for meeting me.”

“Sure,” I replied as we both took a seat.

My usual order sat in front of me, “I hope you don’t mind. I took the liberty of ordering for you,” Ashton explained.

“That’s actually perfect. I really need the caffeine,” I took a sip, “So, what’s up?“ 

He riffled through his jacket pocket and pulled out a slip of paper.

“For your services last night,” Ashton said.

I unfolded the paper and realized it was a paycheck, a big paycheck.

“I cannot take that,” I stuttered.

“Yes you can,” he said sliding it back towards me, “you deserve it.”

I took a labored breath, “So what’s the other thing?”

Ashton’s brow furrowed, “Huh?”

“In the text, you said a ‘couple of things’.”

“Oh, right. Well, the second is more of a question.”

I raised my eyebrows at him as if to say ‘Go ahead’. 

He scooched across the shabby bench until we were hip to hip. Ashton’s hand found its way over my thigh much like it had last night in the studio. His breath brushed against my cheek as he spoke, “Y/N can I kiss you?”

My heart lurched in my throat, “Um,” unable to finish with words I simply nodded my approval.

Ashton’s forehead fell against mine, our noses fit next to each other like puzzle pieces. Our lips only grazed each other at first, Ashton pulled away slightly with a smug smirk on his face. His hand migrated from my thigh to trace along my hairline, carrying a few baby hairs away from my face.

"You sure are taking your time,” I teased.

Finally, Ashton’s layered his lips into mine with a chuckle.

Every muscle in my body melted into him, my arm wrapped around his waist in an attempt to completely rid the space between us. I felt a persistent smile crack against my mouth as I went in for another kiss.

I couldn’t keep myself from giggling at his animated expression, “What?” I asked

“It’s nothing really…Just,” Ashton shook his head, caressing my cheekbone with his thumb, “Where the hell did you come from?”


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Stitched Together - 3

Part 1

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Together they stood at Red Leader’s door. Patryk gripped the handle while Paul rested his hand on the carved designs outlining the wood. They were trembling, but they held strong. Together, they could do anything. At least Paul thought so. His thoughts leaked over to Patryk, offering the reassurance, but not the entire concept.

“Ready?” Paul asked, turning their head to the right.

“Not at all,” Patryk answered, looking to the left for a moment before setting their gaze straight, opening the door.

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lifewithphe  asked:

can you use your bullet journal for more than just study? i want to start one but i finish uni in a week so wouldn't have much to write in it for the next three months...

Of course you can! I’m pretty much only using mine for study at the moment because exams are next week and all I’m really doing is study, but you can use it for literally anything that takes your fancy. 

Once I finish exams, here’s what I’m planning on using it for over the summer: 

  • To log the books I read over the summer so I’ve got a handy record of how long each took me/how many I got through (I also already have pages set up with lists of books/films/music I want to remember to read/watch/listen to)
  • To note down ideas I have (I do this anyway with a circle bullet instead of a square checkbox)
  • To keep a record of key events each day, just briefly in a sentence or so, so I’m able to look back and see what I was up to. 
  • And, of course, to keep making to-do lists. Summer to-do lists are much more fun than during semester, obviously, but there’s no reason you can’t make those too. I often have things I want to get done in a certain day, even if they’re pretty leisurely things, so the journal will keep all these lists in one place. I’ve also got stuff to plan for a magazine I’m helping edit next year, so I’ll get a head start on that.

That’s just a brief list, but you can seriously do anything with it. The beauty of the bullet journal is that it’s super flexible - it doesn’t have to be one of those things you start on January 1 and then keep up with rigidly. It’s basically a nice, organised collection of lists - anything you can list you can put there. If you’re buying presents over the holiday season, list things there. If you’ve got a personal wishlist, add it to the journal. If you want to plan travel for a few years down the track, start making lists to add to. Just have fun with it - the summer break is an amazing time to get familiar with the system so you’re super great at it by the time uni starts up again.

Enjoy your summer! (I’m a little envious, I’ve got two weeks of exams left.) Gotta go study now, but I hope this helped - if you have more questions, feel free to ask.  


Baby Shower: Niall 

Pregnancy Series can be found here.

Theme: Little Gentlemen (Everyone Welcomed)

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(Indoors though)

“But what if something happens” your husband asked worriedly. “

Awe” you cooed watching him being pushed towards the door by Perrie.

“I’ll be good I swear” he promised.

“Niall, the boys are already waiting for you” she said opening the door from him.

“But what if-“she gave him a look and he sighed defeated. “Fine but at least let me kiss her goodbye.”

She groaned but let him by so he could run over to your spot on the couch and peck your lips. “Call me if you need anything okay?” You nodded your head. “M’serious because I’ll leave and come back-“

“Niall, come on!” Liam shouted from the door. They were taking him out to, as Louis said, “help him rediscover his masculinity’. He’s been really looking after me lately though because my dew date is in a few weeks.

“Baby, go it’s only a few hours.”

He smiled and kissed your cheek one last time before walking towards the door. The other girls came up from the basement where they were finishing setting up for the party.

“Everything ready?” you asked them.

“Yes! And it looks so great come see!” Eleanor squealed helping you up so she could show you.

“Awe, everything looks so cute!” She took you over to the table showing you the little cookies decorated to look like onesies with ties. “It’s wonderful, thank you El!”

“Yeah, babe, it looks great” a male voice commented.

The two of you turned to the door and saw the guys walking down with the other wives. “Why are you still here?” she asked her husband.

“Eh, too cold out for a game” Louis said before leaning over to me to whisper, “And Niall was throwing a little hissy fit in the car.”

“Was not” he said hitting his friend’s shoulder as he walked over to you. “You know I don’t like the cold, babe.”

You giggled and kissed his lips. “Of course. Now, let’s go get the cake from the freezer” you said making him cheer and ugh pretty soon there would be three boys running around but it’d be the best.

"I'm pregnant,"

Zayn: You didn’t want to tell him over skype, but by the time he got home from your you would be popped. Nervously you waited as the call rang, fingers twisting in your lap. You and Zayn had been trying for a baby for so long, this came as a blessed relief. You just wished he was here so you could feel him crush you into his chest after, the way he did when he was ecstatic about something. “Hey babe,” his voice crackled through the laptop and then his face appeared. He looked tired but he was still smiling that adorable grin that made your heart flutter. “Hey,” you grinned and leaned forward, wishing that somehow you could push yourself through the screen and into his arms. “You good, yeah?” He asked, dark eyes taking in your face. “I’m better than good,” you grinned, giving him a wink. He raised his brow in surprise and asked why. “I’m pregnant.” He didn’t move for so long you thought the laptop screen froze. “I’m gunna be a dad?” He whispered, eyes pooling. You nodded and he let out a yell. “LADS! I’m gunna be a dad!” With that, the boys burst into room, screaming and hollering in congratulations. “I want to be the god father!” Harry yelled over the noise. Zayn and you laughed, exchanging glances through the screen. He wished he could be there, but you had just given him the best gift he ever could have asked for and he couldn’t wait to get home to you.

Liam: He couldn’t seem to understand that you didn’t want wine tonight. He had bought your favorite white wine and made your favorite dinner which you were barely eating. “What’s wrong?” He asked for the hundredth time. You twirled your fork in your hands, eyes on your plate. Why were you so nervous? Liam loved kids and he was always talking about his future family with you. “I just don’t want it,” you pushed the plate away and sighed. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten pregnant now, what with the tour coming up and all. He’d be worried sick about you, you knew that. “What’s up with you lately?” It was impossible to miss the hurt that crossed over his features and you sighed. “I’m pregnant.” You whispered, not able to meet his gaze. His mouth dropped open and you felt like crying. “I know it’s not the right time with the tour and all-” he stood in the middle of your rant and dropped to his knees before you, his hands on your stomach and he gently bowed his head against the soft skin there. “Hi baby,” he whispered, lips pressing to your shirt. “Daddy can’t wait to meet you,” he lifted his eyes and smiled. “It’s the perfect time, love,” he reassured, kissing you softly. “We’re gunna be parents,” he laughed joyfully, pulling you into his chest as he laughed. “I’m gunna be a dad.” He couldn’t believe it, he’d never been so happy in his life.

Harry: He was in for the birthday surprise of his life, you just hoped he was ready. Harry was born to be a dad. He adored kids, he loved playing with Lux and chasing after her all day. Some people were born dads, and that’s who Harry was. “You’re getting old, babe,” you teased, spinning the box in your lap around. He poked his tongue out at you and sipped his beer, green eyes twinkling. “You’re the one who will have to nurse me,” he shot back, loving this quiet and intimate birthday dinner you had set up for him. You had remade the roof top of your apartment building into a fairy land of glittering lights and candles. You could see all of London from here and the weather was perfect and Harry had been utterly surprised, which was even more perfect. “Well open your gift before you age,” you slid the box across the table to him and he ripped the paper eagerly and lifted the lid. “Ha ha, very funny a bib,” he pulled the cloth out and laid it on the table. “And a pacifier? What..?” And that’s when it hit him. He lifted his eyes to yours, jaw open and hands clutching the pink dress. “You’re…? I’m…?” He said breathlessly, setting the box down and standing. “Happy birthday babe.” With a whoop of joy, Harry lifted you from your seat and hugged you off the ground spinning in circles. “This is the best day of my life,” he pressed his lips to yours, speechless at this amazing night.

Niall: You had him gone all day at a derby game so you could plan his surprise. It was gutsy and you hoped he would be okay with some remodeling, but you wanted to tell him you were pregnant in a different way. So you took the spare room he had been using for nothing but boxes and you made it I to the nursery. You’d stored things at Harry’s for a few weeks and now it was time to set up. “I hope he doesn’t like, pass out,” Harry said finishing the left wall. He’d come over to help paint the room a warm brown color. You weren’t sure of the sex yet but pink and brown for a girl was cute as was blue and brown for a baby boy. “God, don’t make me any more nervous,” you muttered pressing your hand to your stomach. When Niall finally arrived home that night you had left a trail of arrows into the new nursery with the crib in the corner. “Babe?” He called, his brow furrowing in confusion as he followed the arrows. “What are you…?” When he flicked on the light switch and saw the room and you with your hand on your stomach he stopped, immediately collapsing to his knees. “Are you serious?” He rasped, tears on his cheeks. “We’re having a baby?” You nodded and sank down before him, eyes brimming. “We’re gunna have a baby,” on a choked sob he pressed his face to your neck, heart exploding with love for you and his future child.

Louis: Your hands shook as you dropped the baby cleats next to his, your breath coming in pants. You found out you were pregnant last week and you’d been thinking on how best to tell Louis. So instead of verbally telling him, you bought cleats. He had a game tonight, his first for the Rovers, and he came flying down the stairs with his bag on his back. “Babe, we have to go!” He shouted grabbing his sweatshirt from the couch. “Have you seen my cleats?” He yelled, spinning in circles as he searched. “By the door!” You said hoarsely, watching him turn once more and drop his gaze. “Oh, there they are-what…” He stopped, kneeling down by the oh so small cleats next to his big ones. “These are baby shoes,” he whispered, each shoe fitting on his index finger. He looked up at you, a small smile tugging on his lips. “They are,” slowly he stood, still clutching the shoes for dear life. “Is this real?” He whispered, hands cupping your cheek. You nodded and he crushed you to his chest, eyes still on those tiny shoes. “Oh my god, we need vitamins and we need to see the doctor, is it a boy? A girl? She’s never dating ever-” you pressed your finger to his lips, grinning. “Babe, relax. The little one isn’t even here yet,” he looked down at your tummy and grinned. “I can’t wait to meet you, my little one.”

Creep- A Dark! Stiles AU. *part 1*

Originally posted by offixial-bri

Stiles’ POV

There she was, Y/N, the most perfect girl I’d ever seen. She was wrapped around her douchebag boyfriend laughing at something he said. She placed a kiss on his lips as he walked over to a table leaving her to order.

I hated when she had to order because that meant that I had to talk to her. As you probably guessed, I have a hard time talking to her. It’s just, she’s so beautiful and flawless. And you know how in those cliched fics the barista knows exactly what the girl wants and flirtatiously gets her what she wants and drops a pickup line on her? Yea, well Y/N gets something different every time. She literally has no method of ordering or doing anything. I know this because I watch her.

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What A Day

Requested: Nope

Calum Imagine/Fluff

>>‘Are you excited to see me tomorrow (;’

<<'Yes! I don’t want to wait any longer!’

>>'Well you have to babe lol I wish you could pick me up at the airport.’

<<'I wish I could too but school is busy right now. I’ll see you after as soon as I can!’

>>'Alright (: now go do your homework! love you!’

<<'Love you too!’

I set my phone down on my nightstand, a little sigh escaping my lips. Tomorrow my boyfriend came to see me after a six month long tour.

It had been by chance that we had met. I was out shopping one day when I passed a group of teenage boys sitting on a bench in a park playing instruments.

When I passed by they started playing “Ballad of Mona Lisa” by Panic! At The Disco and I stopped to listen seeing that was one of my favourite songs.

I was mouthing the words to the song when the boy with dark hair and tanned skin winked at me.

I tossed a few bills in their case and told them they were good. But I mostly talked to that boy who I later found out to be Calum, the bass player of their band called 5 Seconds of Summer from Australia and they were in England working on their music.

And that’s how it started.

We went out for coffee and then he invited me to their concert and he kissed me two weeks later in the middle of the cinema as we watched The Avengers.

Now almost a year later Calum and I were still together and going strong. Everyone, including us, thought that the band’s going on tour would cause problems with our relationship but it hadn’t. We talked several times a day and made sure that things were good on both ends.

But he came home tomorrow and I was too excited to see him. It killed me that i would be able to pick him up at the airport but it was my senior year and on top of that i was in all advanced placement classes so missing one day was like missing a week of school and i would never be able to catch up on my homework.

I took another sigh and decided I should finish the homework due tomorrow before I took a nice, hot shower and then went to sleep.

I woke up earlier than normal so I’d have time to do my hair and makeup nicely so I would nice when I saw Calum again.

I straightened my hair and applied eyeliner, mascara and foundation before adding a little lip gloss.

I dressed quickly and then snatched a bagel from the counter and quickly ran out the door to my car.

I was literally bouncing in my seat the whole drive to my school. I couldn’t help it, I was just so excited.

Though that didn’t last long as when I got to school, I checked my phone to see I had a text from Calum.

>>'Our flight got delayed because of bad weather and I won’t be there till tomorrow. I’m sorry baby):’

My heart clenched up but I quickly shook it off and sent back a reply.

<<'It’s fine. Be safe! I love you and I’ll see you tomorrow.’

He sent back an I love you and then I went inside the school.

I shoved my books in my locker and took out my notepad for first hour.

I shouldn’t be mad or sad about this. I know he can’t control the weather but still…I wanted to see him so badly.

The bell rang and I walked through the crowded halls to get to my class. We had a pop quiz today and I silently cursed my teacher for doing a surprise quiz today. Of all the days…he chose this one.

Second hour was a blur of math problems and equations that I tried to retain but was having a hard time doing so.

Lunch was lonely. I mean I sat with my friends and we chatted about the stupid pop quiz and the math homework but I still felt sad knowing that Calum wouldn’t be there when I got home.

My friends could tell I was down and I explained to them and they tried to cheer me up but nothing seemed to work.

After lunch was biology and it actually went by quickly. We did a lab and it actually took my thoughts somewhere else. Though it was over too soon and it was time for my last class of the day.

English. I typically loved english but today I wanted nothing more but to go home and curl up on my bed.

I walked in and quickly took my seat.

My teacher began talking about point of view and went off on a tangent about her mother, which happened a lot, and made the whole class laugh.

She finally returned to her lesson and finished, passing out a worksheet to pass the time till the end of class.

Like normal, I took out my headphone from my backpack and plugged them into my phone and ears, hitting play on my 5sos playlist.

The sound of my boyfriends voice filled my ears and I smiled slightly before focusing on my worksheet.

I was so lost in my own little world that I didn’t hear the knock at the classroom door and the gasps from students beside me. I didn’t hear my name being called and suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder.

I took out my headphones and looked up in annoyance but it disappears instantly.

Someone stood at the door.

His arms folded across his chest. A black and red flannel was draped across his broad shoulders and ripped skinny jeans clung to the skin on his thighs.

His face was twisted into a smirk and his eyes glimmered slightly.

“Oh my god.” I said and rushed out of my desk that was farthest away from the door and ran to him, jumping into his now waiting arms, my legs wrapping around his waist.

I could hear the “Awws” and cheers behind me.

“Calum.” I said into his neck that I buried my head into. His muscly arms held me close to him as he hugged me.

“Surprise y/n.” he giggled into my hair.

I pulled away so I could look at him and he pressed his soft lips against mine.

“I missed you so much.” I mumbled against his lips and he smiled.

“I missed you more.” He murmured back.

“Not possible.” I chuckled and he pulled away so he could look at my face.

“God you’re even more beautiful than i remember.” He touched his forehead to mine.

“And you’re still a cheeky monkey.” I giggled.

“Yea but i’m your cheeky monkey.” He winked and i laughed before kissing him again.

Then i remembered where we were and i looked around blushing even harder.

My teacher sat behind her desk with a wide smile on her face and Calum stepped forward to shake her hand.

“Thank you for your help.” Calum smiled at her.

I looked up at Calum confused. “What?”

“Your boyfriend called the school and set this up so that he could surprise you. We’ve all known for a few weeks now.” She smiled.

“Thank you.” I turned back to Calum and he took my hand in his, lacing our fingers together.

“Finish your worksheet and then you can go home Y/N.” My teacher smiled and i nodded quickly. 

I lead Calum back to my desk and he pulled a chair over and sat next to me. 

He put one earbud in his ear and hit play, smiling and rolling his eyes when he realized what i was listening to. 

I winked at him and he put the other ear bud in my ear as i hurried to finish up my work. 

He won his arm around my waist and leaned over, watching me work and placing the occasional kiss to my temple. 

“Calum i can’t concentrate with you doing that.” I giggled.

“Okay, just one more kiss. Please?” He whined.

I kissed him soundly and he pecked my nose once before letting me go back to my worksheet. 

I raced to answer the last few questions and then went to hand it in to my teacher while Calum packed up my belongings and then swung my backpack over his shoulder.

He took my hand as we walked out of the building, our arms swinging between us.

“What a day.” I sighed and Calum laughed as we learned my car.

“Well it’s not over yet.” He said cheekily and winked at me.

“Calum Hood are you implying what i think you are?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“I don’t know am I?” He asked and i grabbed the collar of his shirt pulling his mouth to mine.

“Let’s go home baby.” He said huskily against my lips and i couldn’t have driven us home fast enough.