my head in my hands rn

  • (VIXX standing around the broken coffee maker)
  • N: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
  • Hongbin: ...I did. I broke it.
  • N: No. No you didn't. Hyuk?
  • Hyuk: Don't look at me. Look at Ravi.
  • Ravi: What?! I didn't break it.
  • Hyuk: Oh that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
  • Ravi: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
  • Hyuk: Suspicious.
  • Ravi: No it's not!
  • Hyuk: If it matters, probably not, but Ken was the last one to use it.
  • Ken: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
  • Hyuk: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Ken: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that Hyuk!
  • Hongbin: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it N.
  • N: No! Who broke it!?
  • Ravi: N... Leos been awfully quiet.
  • Leo: REALLY?!
  • (Everyone starts arguing)
  • N: (being interviewed) I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

guys me and my bf adopted a dog today and im literally petting him rn as he sleeps w his head resting on my other hand and im legit crying lmfao i haven’t been this happy in so so long

anonymous asked:

Hello Tink! I was stalking someone's tumblr (not really a new thing) and the person's say that Demon!Dean was shitty writing and i don't agree with that and i want to know your point of view about Demon!Dean! (One : because your are one of the best metaswriters on tumblr, and because you know what it's writing a story, a good one.)

Ermmm… thanks for the compliment! Not sure I’m worthy but I’ll let you know my thoughts!

This is off the top of my head and without the benefit of rewatching/having gifs/transcripts to hand as I’m halfway up a mountain on mobile though having a lovely relaxing bath rn so this is a great time to ponder…. :p

I really enjoyed Demon!Dean as for me what was removed from him was his morality, his ethics, his super-ego basically, the idea of which @super-sootica explained to me and I find totally relevant to SPN overall but Dean especially as our exposition of humanity.

Freud classified 3 “levels” of subconscious:
1. The ID is instinct, the base of who we are.
2. The super-ego plays the critical and moralizing role.
3. The ego is the organized, realistic part that mediates between the desires of the id and the super-ego - is the BALANCE.

The super-ego can stop one from doing certain things that one’s id may want to do - e.g. Sex with men, putting himself first before Sam etc.

Basically Dean’s super-ego in his usual life is WAY too powerful and developed as it stops him doing what he wants, what his ID desires. What he needs is balance, for the ego to take centre stage.

IMO most Demons portray this, that they are not evil per se but self serving with no morals and no super ego to balance them out. To the contrary Angels are kind of all super-ego with no selfish desires as they’re brainwashed not to have these or question their orders which are all super-ego like.

Again the metaphor of 3 comes into play:
Heaven = super ego. Rules and duty before everything.
Earth = ego. Balance.
Hell = ID. Self serving chaos.

Meg is a fantastic exposition for this and for me a great example of a super ego being missing. Demons seem to be all about the ID, the instinct with no qualms about morality or “right and wrong” without being outright wanting to just do evil - they do what they think is best for THEM. The reason Crowley is more humanised and likeable is because he is less so, his balance and ego is more developed, he does care about morality and the right thing up to a point and it develops to be more obvious over time but just like Cas I think he’s always been a bit different to other Demons.

So yeah, Demon!Dean is Dean without the super ego, without the morals and self and childhood inflicted issues of self worth and having to put Sammy first etc.

What he does when he’s a demon? He leaves Sam (no more toxic codependency), he lets his bisexual side out with Crowley, the triplets and Anne-Marie, but he is still overall relatively GOOD, he doesn’t kill the wife but the husband because HE’S the dickbag, he protects Anne-Marie and takes his anger from the Mark out on people he deems deserve it, not just anyone…

He tries to stay away from Sam but when Sam comes after him he gets defensive, because he just wanted to be left alone. Because Dean WANTS deep down to be ok on his own, to make his own choices, to not have to put himself last all the time, to not feel responsible for Sam, like his parent, to be able to explore his sexuality and feelings etc.

Demon!Dean is exposing Dean’s ID, his innermost desires and who he is beneath the self and John- inflicted weights of the world on his shoulders.

So yeah IMO demon!dean was awesome and works wonders alongside episodes like Dean in 12x11 and 3x10 to show us who Dean really is and I’d have liked to have had MORE and for this to be much more obvious and not only really noticeable if you read into it a million miles deeply like we do or have to have a psychology degree… that’s my only gripe with it.

The writing is amazing but it’s TOO SUBTLE. Same old same old. Which is why I hope I’m right that Dabb is taking these themes and making them more blatant for the GA now :)

In my experience most of the time when people say it’s badly written it’s because they haven’t understood the actual point the writer is making beneath the surface… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i.  you are a FLOWER.  a scent honeyed in the evergreen air, fresh and youthful. 

                           ii.  before a flower can be beautiful, it is dull, and must learn to grow through the droughts and downpour, survive fortnights without the warmth of the sun 

              iii.  erelong, one must sprout through their own hardships, part itself from the safety of mother earth’s under belly, before it may GROW.  

           iv.   You go through UGLY stages.  You are selfish and greedy for the fruits that are offered ‘pon your leaves, some are consumed in this state and dry out.   But only when you bloom are you holy, able to offer help, able to bestow benevolence ‘pon brittle life.   

            v.    Beware : you can become hideous again, droughts will come, storms will pass, how you ENDURE those trails will determine if you are pulled FROM YOUR ROOTS, or if you STAY TRUE to who you are.  

           vi.    and know, even when you are stripped of who you are, you can BLOOM again.  

fanaticfangirl2602  asked:

YOUR SICKFIC STARTERS ARE AWESOME! IF IT'S OKAY, CAN I REQUEST 10A WITH LANCE AND 3C WITH A CARETAKER OF YOUR CHOICE?

(This is unedited bc my PC Tumblr isn’t working rn sooo uhh formatting might be off sorry about that but I hope you like it)

“Stop thinking so loud; my head hurts,” Lance groans, pressing a shaky hand into his eye and wincing at how his hoarse, quiet voice echoes around the small, dreary and damp cell the Galra general had thrown him and Pidge into just a few long hours ago.

“You’re gonna have to help me out here because I have no idea what I’m doing,” Pidge frets. Normally, it was Matt doing the caretaking while Katie was sick. She was sick a lot as a kid, which was annoying, but it always gave her time to just exist with her brother whether she was down with the flu or it was just a bad cold. He always had the immune system of Superman, though, so she never got much practice with taking care of sick people. Now, she’s been thrown into an impossible situation of being in a Galra prison with Lance, who is feverish, probably a little delirious, and possibly dying with how high his fever is. Needless to say, she’s panicking.

“I’ll be fine, Pidgey. Don’ worry ‘bout me. The team’ll find us sooner ‘r later,” he slurs, waving his hand about like he was trying to wave her off. It doesn’t ease her worry, not in the slightest. They sit in silence for a while until Lance rolls onto his side with great difficulty and gags until bile comes up. Pidge holds him up and rubs his back, which she thinks is soothing, at least a little, because he doesn’t seem to be as upset after she starts rubbing circles into his back as his stomach convulses and he starts trembling. Pidge wipes his face when he’s done and holds him. She prays the team will find them soon because Lance might not have a later if they don’t.

breaks door down

hey i miss yall and i hope youre all doing well

anonymous asked:

Mirio with a crush on someone that doesn't like their birthday. Like s/o just always has a shitty day. Most of the time they get sick or just the day sucks so what's the point in telling people about a day they're not looking forward to? Like my birthday is in February the first year I didn't get sick on it I ended up standing out in Canadian winter and missed 6 buses straight because people crowded in them and the people they knew were talking about molestation tv specials and vodka? Liek why?

So I just realized that you said crush but I made it a fluffy s/o thing where they live in an apartment or something together I hope thats alright!

Also yikes that sounds so shitty, its not my birthday but if it had been this past week I would’ve hated it too because thats pretty much how my days have been recently. Also if anyone wants me to do a scenario where someone is sick I’ll gladly do that bc I’m currently sick rn so it’ll be accurate lol.

I’m not as used to writing Mirio yet, but I hope you like it! If not you can always request it again ^.^


“HAPPY BIRTHDAY (Y/N)!!!!” Your boyfriend was ecstatic the moment you walked through the door. You, on the other hand, looked exhausted, not to mention dripping wet from head to toe, despite the lack of rain outside. There was a split second pause where Mirio took in your disheveled appearance before rushing over to you, “Oh man, babe are you okay? What happened?” The concern in his eyes reminded you that he was here for you, you were allowed to relax, the very thought had you burying your face in his chest.

“My birthday always sucks,” your voice was muffled and shaking slightly as you shivered from the cold. That was it. Mirio effortlessly picked you up and began to carry you towards your room in one smooth motion. After retrieving the fluffiest towels he could find from the the linen closet for you, he left you to dry yourself off, promising he’d be right back.

He returned with dinner and your favorite warm drink to find you drying your hair with a towel, wearing one of his old sweaters. Grinning at your wardrobe choice, Mirio handed you the warm plate of food.

“Feeling any better?” he sat down on the bed behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

“Mhmm,” you swallowed your food before replying, “All thanks to my amazing boyfriend of course,” at that he kissed your shoulder gently. You set the now empty plate on the dresser beside the bed, muttering that you’d better go put it in the sink, but your boyfriend jumped up in protest.

“No I can do it! Plus I have to get you desert!” he rushed out of the room before you could explain that you didn’t really need desert. You knew he’d always be this way, fretting over you and waiting on you hand and foot. It wasn’t bad, you just wished that he’d let you do things for him too sometimes. Your train of thought was interrupted when your eye caught Mirio’s bright hair as he walked into the room, a plate in one hand and a brightly wrapped box in the other. On the plate was a beautifully decorated cupcake with a single lit candle in the middle. Placing the box to the side, your boyfriend held the cupcake to you.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted a big cake since you told me not to go all out for your birthday, but I had to make you some kind of cake,” he blushed happily when you accepted the pastry, “Make a wish (Y/N).” You thought for a moment before blowing out the candle.

“I wished for-”

“Hey, wait, you can’t say it! Otherwise it won’t come true!” you simply giggled at Mirio’s panicked expression.

“It doesn’t matter,” you pressed the pad of your finger into the frosting and gently poked some onto the tip of his nose, “I got everything I wished for.” you stuck your finger in your mouth to clean off the excess frosting. A minute later your boyfriend had pulled you into his arms happily.

“That was the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said,” He laughed.

“Oh right like you can talk!” you tousled his hair while kissing the frosting off his nose. When you leaned back he playfully pushed you back into the pillows, lying down next to you smiling.

“Thats fair. Why don’t you open your present?” he suggested but you just snuggled closer to him, yawning a bit.

“Maybe in a little while, right now I just want to cuddle with my adorably cheesy boyfriend.” you smiled into his neck as you heard him let out a breathy laugh.

“Well it is you birthday, I guess I can’t refuse.”

now tell me this,
and you tell me true.
would you still love me,
if I hadn’t bloodied my hands,
crawled my way out of hell for you?
— 

I loved you first; I'll love you still, so what’s one more bitter pill? (h.m.)

inspired by Not Easily Conquered by whatarefears and drop-deaddream

Medical AU - Gallirei route

Please see my other post for the basis of this AU! In a nutshell, all the snk characters work at a large teaching hospital in modern day. Reiner is a pediatric specialty nurse and Porco is a respiratory therapist.

- Reiner’s a great peds nurse. The kids love him, the families warm to him quickly, and he’s smart, quick moving in a crisis. The only thing he has trouble with are patients who have been victims of abuse or neglect, and he finds himself biting is tongue often and letting off steam after work. He puts in long hours and comes home to his cousin, Gabi, who’s lived with him since the beginning of high school. His aunt and uncle passed away in a car accident leaving Gabi to live with Karina, and she moved in with Reiner to attend a better high school in the city.

- Galliard is a respiratory therapist that often runs with the code team and takes assignment to the pediatric wards frequently. RTs manage oxygen, ventilators, and other therapies like percussion and aerosol treatments. He gripes about his job but enjoys working with kids. He’s very protective of his patients, especially because he knows kids’ respiratory status can quickly deteriorate.

- Galliard and Reiner disagree often, because Galliard is very particular about his patient’s oxygen and settings, and doesn’t like when Reiner comes in and “messes everything up.” And Reiner isn’t doing it maliciously (well…. most of the time, sometimes he just does it to tick off Galliard). So they always have little spats and arguments, and it’s openly known that they’re hostile to each other.

- However, as soon as a patient starts to deteriorate, or there’s a code when a patient is dying (full arrest), they work together like a well-oiled machine.

- One day they lose a patient in a Code Blue. Things keep going wrong, and Reiner works as hard as he possibly can to help save the child’s life. (haven’t decided if this is in the ER where it was a traumatic case that reminds Reiner of Gabi, or a patient up on the floor that he’s taken care of for months and was really attached to).

- Reiner and Galliard are of course in on the code together, and after a long and valiant effort, they call the code and the child dies. Reiner shuts down, he’s so upset that he almost dissociates. There’s usually a debriefing session when something horrible like this happens, and Reiner is included, but he’s deeply affected, and acts off the rest of the day. Galliard notices when he rounds later in the shift.

- After Reiner gets off work, he goes to the nearby bar because he needs a drink and to get his mind off things. Galliard happens to go as well and notices Reiner nursing his drink at the bar. He pauses, remembering Reiner’s reaction earlier that day, and after a moment decides to join him. Reiner is surprised to see him there, but tells him to go away. He’s expecting Galliard to berate him for something from the shift or the code, but Galliard simply orders a drink and sits quietly next to Reiner for a time before they begin to talk… He can see how bad this affected Reiner, and, well, “it’s unsettling to see you not acting like a confident idiot.” (LOL, really he’s concerned and a tsundere so-)

- Eventually, after a long conversation and several more drinks, they both end up drunk and going back to Reiner’s place… Inhibitions are low, and they end up sleeping together.

- The next morning (Saturday), neither of them have to work and are still passed out in bed when Gabi barges in, yelling, “Hey Reiner, I’m making breakfast how many eggs do y- OH MY GOD WHO IS THIS???” Instant awake and internal screaming on Reiner’s part. Galliard sits up from the bed and yelps. Reiner yells at Gabi to get out, and she leaves with a, “OK WELL WHEN YOURE DONE UH THERE’S GONNA BE FOOD KBYE”. Reiner’s sitting with his head in his hands, and Galliard is looking around and stammering, “What- we, did we… Oh my fucking god.”

That’s the start!! I love this AU and can’t wait to write more~.

Bad update
Peanut has more than one lump. She has one by her comb and one on her leg, possibly more than that. Could be Marek’s disease (she and all others should be vaccinated?)…could be cancer…idk
For now we’ll just treat her with Blu Kote and hope for the best. My mom doesn’t wanna spend the money for the vet on her since she’s just a chicken. However if I can sell my monitor and phone I’ll have enough to cover a vet bill excluding surgery without digging into Rex’s medical fund!
She’s very affectionate rn and starts crying if I don’t rest my head on her. Or if I put her in her container, even if I have my hand in there with her, even if she can see me ❤️ don’t worry little Peanut, we’ll figure it out.

Voltron Fic Rec List

Klance

you have received entirely, entirely by loveghost

Shiro blinks at him. Lance doesn’t blame him; he’s horrified at himself too. What karmic sins did he commit in past lives to bring this upon himself? To now, in the midst of a training session of all times, blurt: “Hey, guys? You ever think about soulmates and shit?”

Lightning in a Bottle by amillionsmiles

“Well, buddy, beach volleyball isn’t a fight,” he says, getting close enough so that he can clearly see the navy blue of Keith’s eyes, their noses almost brushing. “It’s a dialogue.”

Keith thrusts the ball back at Lance’s chest, eyes flashing.

“Oh, yeah? You’d better start talking, then.”

(or: it’s good to be back at Veradera Beach. It’s good to be back home.)

Kiss Me, You Idiot by @glowdroid

It happens at 2 am, like all regrettable-but-painfully-sincere things do, even in Altean time.

He’s Shallow, Is What I Mean by @lancecmcclain

This is actually just Keith being gay and Pidge being aro as hell. Rated G for Gay. 

bench press me by eggboi

“The hell are you doing?” Keith grumbles out, body mid-push up. There’s a snicker behind him, too close to his ears, though Keith can’t really understand what would be so amusing about this. Then again, he’s not really sure why Lance is lying on him while he’s doing push ups either. Other than to be, of course, annoying.

“Nothing.” Lance finally says. Keith hears the grin in his voice, which only proves to irritate him a little more. ‘Nothing’ his ass. “Continue with what you’re doing, Mr. ‘I’m-Too-Good-For-Socialization’.”

(Lance, as always, tries to annoy Keith by making his exercise harder. It doesn’t work. At all.)

Color Me Intrigued by dreamcp

Lance draws. Specifically, Lance draws Keith. A lot.

twelve feet deep by starspecters

Keith doesn’t respond, but he does smile - which is honestly better, in Lance’s opinion - and Lance starts to worry that maybe he should have applied more sunblock when the tips of his ears grow hot.

never been kissed by kairiolette

“You give off the obnoxious popular vibe. The mullet, and the rap sheet, and—the fingerless gloves,” Lance replies, and barrels on before Keith can take it the wrong way. “I’m so handsome, my name’s Keith and I’m a pilot.”

“That sounds more like a compliment than an insult,” Keith says slowly, a disdainful quirk to his eyebrows that only spurs Lance on. He tilts his head a bit, his bangs shadowing his face, like he’s assessing a particularly impossible physics problem. “And I don’t like that voice you’re using.”

Sheith

according to protocol by amillionsmiles

“PDA in uniform can result in a demerit of fifty to a hundred points,” Shiro murmurs.

“Good thing we’re not in public, then,” Keith mutters hoarsely.

Part 1 of the this corner of the universe series

keep up with you by amillionsmiles

“Clay thinks you have an eight-pack.”

Shiro’s eyebrow jumps. “Does he, now?”

“I told him I wouldn’t believe it until I saw it,” continues Keith, eyes dancing with a challenge.

Part 2 of the this corner of the universe series

Victorious by themorninglark

“When you come back - ” says Keith, again, and then he can’t finish the sentence for the enormity of it, so he stops short. Leaves it hanging like a promise, waiting to be fulfilled, and settles for reaching out to rest his hand on Shiro’s shoulder instead. Lets the contact linger for as long as he can, etched like life lines and heart lines into his palm.

Shiro nods. He doesn’t break promises.

Neither does Keith.

For the Damaged by commodorecliche

You’ve held your head up
You’ve fought the fight
You bear the scars
You’ve done your time
Listen to me
You’ve been lonely, too long

i love yoongi so much :( i wanna go on dates with him i wanna go to different restaurants and try out their food and rate them and make a little book of every place we’ve visited. i wanna hold hands with him while we’re walking down the street. i wanna go to the park and have a nice little picnic with him and drink mate. i wanna fall asleep w him under the sun on a blanket…….i wanna kiss his lips and cheeks and nose and hands i wanna bury my head in his neck i wanna run my hands thru his hair and play with his fingers and his ears…………im crying rn

Requests: open!

Hey, hey you got a neat art picture thingy in your head?

‘Cause I don’t

You can’t draw for shit?

I can draw!

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I have a lot if time on my hands so I decided to open request for whole long I feel like it.

No payment for as rn, just looking for some ideas as well company.

Oc’s and fandom stuff are all good

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Hit me up fam

Peace

Imprint (werewolf calum)

“You’ll always be my best friend”
“Pinky promise?”
He held up his tiny finger with a grin plastered on his face. I interlocked my own with his and we paused for a second, letting the promise sink in.


-
He has always been there for me, ever since that day at the park, where he flew off the swings and scraped his knee, and he started crying. I gave him one of the princess bandaids that my overprotective mom always made me take with me wherever i went, just incase disaster struck. He smiled through the tears and declared me his best friend.
We were there through thick and thin. I went to all his soccer matches, he was my “plus one” to all my academic banquets. He was like my knight carrying a shinning shield when kids picked on me. I was there for his first heart break. He always kept him promises until the day he left. He didn’t tell me he was leaving, he didn’t tell anyone. It was like one day he was there and the next day he was gone. I’ll never forget waking up to the call at 5 in the morning, after he never came home from a walk. His mom thought maybe he stopped over and fell asleep here. He never said goodbye.
-
Going over the past always makes my heart hurt and my eyes swell up with tears. Nothing has ever made me feel the pain that Calum’s disappearance had. I think about him all the time, and imagine him spontaneously returning. We use to talk about running away some day, after high school graduation we’d go off to some college or whatever and just live. Leaving town was all he ever wanted to do, but he was suppose to take me with him.
Nights like tonight were always the worst. I lied in bed with the tiny lamp casting a dim glow on the bedside table, my phone softly playing old songs that reminded me of him. I’m never able to sleep, and the sound of rain isn’t able to sooth me anymore. I hated how things I used to love now just made me think of Calum, and it hurt.
One of his favourite Good Charlotte songs was finishing when I heard the thump outside my window. I didn’t move from my curled up position on my bed, but my heart was racing. It wasn’t unusual to hear noises outside. It was constantly raining in my state, and tree branches always knocked against the house in the wind. This thump wasn’t a tree branch though.
The playlist on my phone had ended and an erie silence slipped into my bedroom. I was too afraid to open my eyes and put on another song. I was debating on how fast I could hop up and run into my brothers room or if it would be better to stay put when I heard it. A hissing outside the window.
I wanted to believe that it was just a stray cat caught in the tree, but there was no way, it was too human.
“Fuck.. Y/N, let me in! Please.”
The voice was nearly drowned out by the wind and rain, and I swore I was hearing things. I had to be delusional from overthinking, and now I was actually imagining things.
“This branch isn’t very strong, if you don’t let me in, I’m gonna fall to my death.”
There was no mistaking it this time. I scurried out of my bed and over to the window. I peeked out but it was pitch black beyond the glass, and I couldn’t even make out the tree branches. It didn’t matter, because something was compelling me to unlock it and slide the frame up.
“Thank god! Step back, will ya?”
In a state of shock, I listened to the voice. I heard the branch break off the tree as a figure leaped through my window and landed silently.
“Calum..” I felt like I was being choked and couldn’t get air
“That’s the greeting I get after this long?”
He stood up from his crouching position, wincing and raised a dark eyebrow at me. He’d gotten so much taller and filled out. He had tattoos across his collarbones and on his arms. He held one of his giant hands across his torso but it didn’t hide the blood.
“What the hell is going on?” I felt stunned, like someone had punched me in the gut “You.. You, oh my god. You disappear, without a goodbye, you don’t contact me for months. Now you’re showing up here in the middle of the night, in my tree might I add, while its fucking raining outside and you’re bleeding and you just leaped through my window and you’re just-“
“Y/N! I have some explaining to do, I know.” He held out one of his hands in defence
“Damn right you do, if you weren’t bleeding right now I would punch you so hard. Why are you bleeding?”
“That’s a long story.”
“And you owe me an even longer one.”
“I know, I know.” He walked over to the computer chair on the other side of my room
“Hold on a second, don’t sit down. You’re soaking wet and covered in blood,” I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of black jogging pants from the bottom drawer “You left these here, put them on, I’ll be right back.”
I tossed him the pants and exited my room. I creeped along the old floorboards in attempt to make it to the bathroom undetected. I pulled out the first aid kit from under the sink, if the circumstances were different, I think my mom might be a little ecstatic about her kit finally being used. I returned to my bedroom and creaked open the door
“Decent?” I asked before entering
“Yeah..”
I closed the door behind me and hurried across the room towards him. I put the first aid on my desk and popped the lid, preparing the alcohol to clean his cuts.
“Move your hand.” I reached for it, trying to pry his fingers away so I could assess the wound
“Wait.. Hang on! You’re gonna freak out.” He tried to explain before I successfully removed his hand to reveal dried blood across his stomach, but no wounds
“You were bleeding when you came in, like full on dripping blood. Is this some kind of joke?”
“This is gonna be hard to explain…You aren’t gonna believe me..” He closed his eyes, leaving him looking tired
“Enlighten me.”
“I’m a..werewolf..” He ended it like he was questioning it himself
“Calum, don’t you think I deserve to have you be serious with me right now? Do you have any idea what you put me through? Now you’re not even going to tell me the truth?”
“But I am! I swear to god, would I lie to you?”
“I don’t know if you would, I use to know, but now I don’t. You broke your promise.”
“Fuck..” He held his head in his hands, shaking “Sit down, just let me explain.”
He followed me to the bed and sat down next to me. His eyes were closed and he was silent for a while, gathering his thoughts.
“You remember when I started to hang out with those guys before I left?”
“How could I forget?” I grumbled
“They’re my pack.”
“You’re still going with this whole werewolf thing?” I asked in disbelief
“Y/N, its the truth! They’re my pack, they’re all like me. They helped me understand who I was and what was happening to me. I’m a werewolf, and I can’t change this, believe me if I could, I would. But it’s in my blood, it’s who I am. Anyway, this pack, they got into some trouble and we had to leave immediately. I couldn’t stay, I wanted to come back to say goodbye, but my Alpha wouldn’t let me, and what he says goes. I felt so guilty this whole time, I’ve missed you like crazy, Y/N. Not a day has gone by where I haven’t thought of you.”
“Why’d you come back?”
“It’s a full moon today. We can change any time we want, but on full moons its almost like were not humans anymore, the wolf takes over everything, its even worse around other wolves. We got a little rowdy, I guess, our Alpha didn’t like that, and then stupid me challenged him. I lost the fight and had to leave the pack.”
“Cal.. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. It means I can stay here now.” He finally turned to look at me, his eyes filled with a look I’ve never seen before “You know.. Werewolves have the ability to imprint.” He leaned in closer to me
“What does that mean?”
“Mates, we find mates,” He cupped my face in his hands “And we only have one for our whole lives. I should’ve known before I left. I was trying to deny it, so it would be easier to stay away, but when I left the pack tonight, all I could think about was you. Which is how I ended up here,i guess, just running and thinking about you brought me to your house. And I was standing on your lawn, thinking about how big of an idiot I am, and how terrified I was to come in here. But I could hear Good Charlotte playing, and I saw the light on and knew you were probably lying in bed, reading or something and it was driving me insane. I had to see you and you can’t imagine the relief I felt when I jumped through that window. I don’t know how, but you’ve gotten even more beautiful since the last time I saw you.” His forehead was pressed up against mine
“Cal..”
“I love you, Y/N”
He pressed his lips to mine, it was soft at first, it felt like his lips were just brushing mine. I moved my hands up and tangled them in his dark hair and deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to me. It was a while before we broke apart.
“You need a haircut.” I commented, feeling the damp hair brush against my forehead
“I just confessed my love for you and all you have to say is a comment about my hair?”
“I love you, Calum.”
He smiled my favourite smile of his. The one where his eyes crinkle up in the corners. He rubbed his nose against mine and pulled me against his bare chest
“I’m exhausted.” he mumbled into my hair
He wrapped the covers around us and shut off the lamp. We lied there in the darkness, his hand drawing lightly along my arm. Soon enough, he drifted off to sleep, his light snores filling the room. I smiled to myself, I hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. With my head of his chest, the drum of his heartbeat lulled me off to sleep.

A/N: its like 1 in the morning and i’m dead tired but i got this idea while i was trying to sleep so sorry if its crappy idk i just have a lot of calum feels rn, i also don’t know what it is but the fact that i always seem to end writing with them falling asleep??? idk feedback would be appreciated