off on a whim

he was a king.

this was the year he was going to die.

may or may not have spent my entire sunday finding obscure indie movies to steal clips from to make this video. idk, you can’t prove anything. 

the story of enjolras and grantaire’s first kiss is also the story of the time enjolras gave r a bloody nose

enjolras looked up at grantaire, admiring the way the sunlight coming in through the bus window reflected off his hair. on whim, grantaire leaned down to kiss enjolras and just as he got close, the bus suddenly stopped, causing enjolras’s head to hit grantaire’s.

“i think, ”grantarire gingerly touched his nose. “i think you gave me a bloody nose.” a moment’s pause. “ah. yes. yes you did.”

cue enjolras freaking the fuck out about how he gave his boyfriend of 2 days a bloody nose while trying to kiss him and frantically asking other people on the bus for tissues and grantaire finds the whole thing somewhat endearing. that is, after his nose stops hurting.

liv-in-the-void  asked:

because Luna's romance bar dissappeared for Louis in the game wouldn't that mean they are together anymore and that's why he's flirting with Piper?

thats what im thinking. i have their free will on high so it is entirely possible that Louis and Luna simply broke up while I was playing another household. that would explain the lack of romance bar, Luna’s brush off at the wedding, and the fact Louis keeps getting the “ask out” whim when around Piper.

The angriest people I’ve seen about the current political situation in the US are the old ladies on my Facebook feed.  Aunties and grannies and great-grannies, with their fluffy little home perms, and their twenty year old polyester wardrobe, who’ve always taken care of everyone else and been sweet, are now posting links to union posts, raves about healthcare, left-wing radical website exposes.  They are frothing, because they’ve spent 70 years living through all this shit–they remember classmates with polio, had husbands laid off at the whims of the Big Boss in NYC, and watched their daughters and granddaughters get left behind no matter how educated–and they just can’t take it anymore.  

Listen–do you think I’m some
layover from which you can alight
and take off at whim? At 4 years old
I already knew how not to scrape myself
because it takes longer for my wounds
to heal. At 16 I stopped seeing other people
because I let the first take root until
there was more of him inside me than
my veins. Good god, my mother
did not raise a storm only to be taken lightly. 
Do not mistake my shadows for your shelter,
nor attempt to shore up my fragments
to fix your own ruin.

Listen: I, am not responsible
for you.

Deanee on "Regular Girls" EP. 16

Ed eccoci qui (sorry, I wanted to write it in Italian. I wanted to get this whim off. In English, it means “Here we are”) with a new summary! Before we begin, I would like to point out the things, because I’m a peaceful person (more or less 😂).
I would like to say to the dear haters who speak bad of me a couple of things: if you don’t like what I write, don’t read it. Ignore me.
To the fans who follow me I want to say THANK YOU for supporting me in this adventure of the summary. Despite my difficulties, you support me and I’m happy 💕 I thank in particular @dashingdivas that helps me in understanding what I don’t understand immediately ❤ Being foreign, listening is slightly more complicated, but now I’m getting better.

Let’s start with something really beautiful: Renee said that when she and her mother make a picture, people thinks they’re sisters. (How did a certain Dean Ambrose in Total Divas episode 10) 😂

She also said she had sent a message to Jon (after seeing some photos on instagram) saying she had these adorable photos. These adorable photos are screen between her and her mother and photos between her and Jon 😍 This why? She did like me a few weeks ago, she checked her gallery. Why? Since there were so many attacks by hackers, she was afraid and wondered if she had strange pictures. Then she realized that she doesn’t have strange photo and she warned Jon.

Jon has accompanied her to the store, but then he went away because she has taken so long. On the way back, he didn’t understand what was happening and Renee took advantage of the situation to take pictures. Practically, Renee has pictures of Jonathan Good angry. (Wonderful hahah 😂)

Jon doesn’t like big celebrations: on his birthday (December 7, I emphasize that he and I almost share the same day - I on 6 and he on 7), Renee made him a cake (I made it for my boyfriend and believe me, it’s an adventure every time) and they went to Ohio to eat something and then they went to his family. And Renee appreciates all of this 😍 (I still remember the episode 10, where Renee celebrated with only relatives and Jon)

Here we are at the end. Honestly, I loved the last story. I have now posted the summary because before (when I wrote almost everything, were 1 am) my eyes closed by themselves from sleep. So now I post it (indecent hour: 6:43 am 😂) Until next time! 🌌💕
I Wish I Could Do That

When I take out my hearing aids, things seem to happen.
Questions are asked: Can you hear me?
Looks sometimes loaded with envy,
I know the thoughts behind those
But it all hurts most when people say it.
“I wish I could do that”

People wish they could do that
But ‘that’ is not the same to them as it is to me.

‘That’ to them is a convenience,
To turn off the volume of the world
On a whim.
To me, 'that’ is a lifestyle,
A battle to be recognized and treated fairly.
You wish you could do that.

'That’ to me is having to ask someone to repeat themselves
Cause you know you didn’t hear correctly,
Or at all.
So they say Nevermind.
The word floats on a voice soaked in mild contempt.

'That’ is someone giving you the look
They’re expecting a response to something you didn’t hear.
Did they say something? Who said what? I’m lost here…
There’s an irritable sigh
Followed by a profuse apology for not hearing.

'That’ is going to school.
The teacher turns on a video, so you raise your hand.
You ask for captions.
She says there aren’t any, but you’re smart
It shouldn’t be a problem to decipher the wordless images.

'That’ is never seeing your struggle on any screen
Except YouTube.
The characters you know should be like you
Just aren’t.
Your sister asks why you’re frustrated, it’s just a movie.

'That’ is your hearing aid screeching with feedback
Or rubbing the wrong way
Or over amplifying
Nobody else is feeling that.
So you take them out.

I wish I could do that.


Sketches! Sugawara, Kuroo and Nekoma   (^= ˃ᆺ˂)

I guess Kuroo received the lollipop from the nurse >w<

anonymous asked:

Things I've done since Venus went retrograde: chopped off 30 inches of hair in my bathroom on an impulsive whim, spent $150 on clothes and beauty products with money I really shouldn't have spent, finally reconciled old issues with a friend and completely rebuilt our friendship that's been strained for years. This retrograde has been crazy so far.

woW 😳

There is an old barn in Pontiac, Illinois with sigils spray painted onto every blank surface and with shotgun shells long since dusted littering the floor.

The barn becomes a bit of a local legend—teenagers dare each other to venture in, people shine flashlights on the walls in attempt to make sense of the seemingly nonsense scribbles, rumors spread of witches or satanists or hauntings.

They’re all wrong, of course, but the conspiracies are amusing and take the edge off what the barn really is.

It’s on a whim that Castiel goes back to the place where he met Dean Winchester a year ago. The air is static, making his hair stand up and his fingertips conductive, like the electricity from the lightning that night never really left. His dress shoes become scuffed with dirt as he stands in the center of the area, facing the doors which he had entered, sparks raining down on him.

He quirks half a smile, thinking of how different he was back then, but also of how similar. There’s a sameness in that his feelings for the Righteous Man exceed those he’s ever known. The difference is that now he knows what his feelings mean.

The Castiel that had stormed through those doors did not know rebellion, did not doubt, did not know how the sun can make freckles stand out more, did not know the name “Cas” spoken in a low, ruff voice that sent shivers down his spine. He had known Heaven, and angels, and obedience, and very little beyond that.

Now he knows everything, and he’s thankful for that, despite the pain it’s caused him. If he could go back and repeat the moment, maybe he would simply walk straight toward Dean’s open and afraid face, enduring the bullets that pierced through his borrowed flesh, and not stop until he knew the taste of Dean on his mouth, just for a moment, just once.

Or maybe he wouldn’t. He doesn’t know.

He stands there for awhile, contemplating. It actually ends up being Dean’s own prayer that brings him back from his reverie of thoughts—a motel in Massachusetts, possible case, thought maybe you could help, want to see you again.

Castiel’s heart leaps at that sentiment, tacked on the end of the prayer with hesitation and gruffness, but warmth all the same. It’s that warmth that has him spreading his wings without a moment’s hesitation, taking flight the moment he’s able, following the echoes of Dean’s voice in his head and leaving behind him the place of his beginning.

There is an old barn in Pontiac, Illinois with sigils spray painted onto every blank surface and with shotgun shells long since dusted littering the floor, and etched in it is the first line of a love story.

It was Her. Bechloe Fluff.

Pairing: Bechloe

Word Count: 2140 words

Rating: T

Summary: Beca finally gives in to what scared her most about Chloe. Love.

Can also read on if you wish.


The day began like any ordinary day for Beca. Get up, brush teeth, eat food and make a new mix. But of late Beca couldn’t stop thinking about that one night with Chloe. She wasn’t entirely sure how everything happened. As any over thinker, this moment had been playing over and over again inside her head for the past month. The sweet taste of Chloe’s lips mixed with the overpowering vodka aroma. Her lips were softer than Beca could have ever imagined… Not that she had imagined it before but if she had, it was softer than expected.

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Day 1 JB
Thanks everyone how gave in ideas! 
I hope you guys like these one ^_^
if theres anything you think i should include just let me know :)
I realise this is a little dry ^_^” its not quiet ‘daddy’ but i wouldn’t expect JB to buy affection, i mean look at him.

~Ahgase Omma

Set up
you would be fairly close friends that he’s known for a while. he has the ‘oppa’ feeling over you (whether he’s and oppa or not) and can’t stand to see you struggling. this is when he starts to help you out. first with buying you snacks, then going restaurants, then occasionally paying for rent and so on.

Type of sugar daddy
Practical! he doesn't do anything off of a whim, what you need he will give you. occasionally he may surprise you with something, but it’ll be the thing that you’ve been in need of. 

After a while, he would start to look for something in return. nothing material, but rather that you appreciate what his doing (ego boost) and that he’s not just wasting his time and money on you. such as, he may give yo money for food shopping, but he doesn’t want you to spend it all on snacks, he wants you to realise that you should eat properly. 
he doesn’t want you to mention it to the boys, especially when there are group things and he can’t quite pitch in all he should. 
He doesn’t really want you to ask for things, he wants to be a knight in shining armour, he wasn’t to do something before you feel the need to ask.

He doesn’t take you to big things at first, mostly group things. the others know you (not the situation) so everything just seems friendly with them. if its a event that requires a date then he would invite you, but not for any random red carpet or camera opportunity. your basically his bail out person.

Not so much the materialistic gift, but he would wire the money over, then cheek up to make sure you spent it wisely.
Cash/transfers, maybe the odd meal here and there, but he would rather you cook.
How much?
Goes as high as one months rent, no higher. assuming your living close to the boys, and not paying stupid amounts for monthly rent, then it would be about £600 $860 ₩955,535.
How often?
For the rent amount, every other month. the smaller amounts, whenever you need it.

simple, he wants to provide for you and make sure your living well

What is he looking for?
he’s not particularly looking for much in return, you don’t need to pay him back, do him any favours. the fact that your already rather close means that theres already an understanding and trust there. from time to time he may ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend, for when family and friends start asking, and when he needs a date for shows where he doesn’t want to go with the other costars.

Is it just a phase?
He wouldn’t do this forever, he’s doing it to help. so it may last around a year, until your steady on your feet again.

Possibility of a relationship
very likely, once he starts to loo after you, and he starts to like then he would want to do it more, but in a more practical way. especially if you being grateful and appreciative. he would start taking you out for meal more where he pays, and subtly suggest that you could treat him. when you finally can then he would turn it into a date somehow.

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ok ok jeremy and matt have a SEVERE lack of headcanons in the fahc verse so. i am righting that wrong

  • matt, codename: axel. sort of a kid genius. taught himself criminology and became an expert on crime scene analysis. not just a nerd- he’s buff as shit, too. good with cleanup and covering tracks (as well as tracking people down). lived in los santos since he was a kid, saw the price of college and noped his way into a life of crime and information trading.
  • jeremy, codename: 6401. grew up in boston in a family with connections to the jersey mafia. got hardcore training in gymnastics, hand-to-hand and infiltration from a young age. ran off to los santos on a whim and a tip off that there were jobs (and crime) aplenty.
  • matt gets hired by some crew to dig up dirt on a rival crew’s spy. this leads him to find jeremy, who just finished an infiltration job for said rival crew. neither of them really wants to fight each other- for one thing, jeremy wasn’t even properly part of that crew, and they’re both secretly pitying the other (matt thinks the guy’s way too short to be a criminal. jeremy thinks the guy’s so lanky he’d topple at the slightest touch.)
  • neither of them are even sure how they became friends, but it sort of goes down like this: matt crashes on jeremy’s couch that night. jeremy’s cats sleep on matt’s stomach. jeremy realizes, slowly, that he’s completely and utterly fucked.
  • they’re the perfect pair, really- jeremy takes all the risky jobs and matt covers up their tracks. matt feeds the cats and jeremy makes dinner. jeremy makes the crew connections and matt makes sure they stay out of criminal databases. you know. the usual story.
  • their first and only fight happens when jeremy mentions he’s taking a particularly dangerous job involving CIA headquarters and the possibility of a life-sentence (if they’re being generous). matt refuses to let him take it. when jeremy storms out, matt’s half in tears. 
  • jeremy doesn’t end up taking that job.
  • their three cats are named scooter, snipey and rimmy-tim. these are reference to inside jokes that require approximately seven straight hours of explanation. it’s hilarious, they swear.
  • the moment jeremy gets hired by geoff ramsey of fake ah crew fame, it’s a done deal. first it’s just a muscle job. then he’s gotta sneak into the lspd headquarters. next thing they know, matt’s been taken on as their analyst-slash-cleanup guy, and they’ve both got rooms in ramsey’s penthouse. they fit right in.
  • except, matt really misses jeremy’s apartment. he also misses when it was just the two of them against the world. he also misses jeremy’s cooking, and the way his stuff took up half the bathroom, and how they’d just talk for hours until the sunrise about nothing, and-
  • he won’t ever tell jeremy that. 
  • jeremy misses it too, though, but you wouldn’t know that by how easily he fits into the main 6 crew members after ray goes solo. him and matt don’t really get to talk as much. jeremy’s just so busy.
  • literally everyone that’s even remotely close to the fake ah crew knows they’ve only got eyes for each other. gavin’s bet geoff they’ll get together by the end of the year. it’s a will-they-won’t-they sort of running gag, but it’s not a gag. 
  • they kiss for the first time after a heist, when the b-team picks the main 6 up. the two of them are standing in the open doorway of the cargobob, watching los santos fly by in so many colors. it’s wordless, but there are so many confessions written across their faces. 
  • “’BOUT TIME,” michael yells through the chopper winds. geoff hands gavin his five bucks, slack-jawed.

@cryptic-tits I find it interesting that you think her goal is for the greater good. Her goal is a bit fuzzy rn for me, or maybe I just need to hear it again. But from what I’ve gathered she just wants control. Not to be a tyrant, just so she can do whatever she desire, to pull any string she needs to satisfy her whims. Idk, I might be completely off.

Of course her goal is very close to being good. There is a shady organization that needs to be stopped and without her help it probably won’t be possible.

Can you say why you think it’s good? I really wanna hear it!


This is going off of a whim and the season two trailer and a bunch of other theories I found very very VERY interesting. With season 2 dawning upon us the anticipation grows for what the hell is gonna happen to our protagonists. This will solely base off Lance because there is one theory floating around which has me dropping the #ProtectShiro rioting pitchfork, to start assembling the SAVE SPACE SON 2K17 MOB.

By what we’ve gathered from clues in the trailer (if they truly are foreshadowing secrets, like I said this in on a whim) and if you’ve never heard of the “Lance getting captured theory (lucky you) don’t worry about it because I will explain it later.

First off we are given this lovely shot of Lance.

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Another Ordinary Day (Kozik x Reader)

Beautiful Anon - this one is for you <3 I hope it lives up to your expectations. I know it’s not super sappy/happy but it’s a real portrayal of a real life situation. 

P.S. This imagine is 99% how my actual, in real life, story unfolded. If you’re interested – Tara is taking the place of my sister. Koz is obviously my SO. He wasn’t watching TV but playing a video game (hence the delayed reaction).

Originally posted by ellaelysa

Playlist: I Just Called to Say I Love You – Stevie Wonder

It was a whim. You’d been feeling off lately. Your body ached, more so than when you were PMSing. It was around that time of the month. You still hadn’t gotten anything yet, and the cramps were non-existent. Maybe you were just a day or two late, that happened sometimes. You pulled your shoulders back, the soreness of your chest echoing through your torso. That’s what had you standing here in the Family Planning aisle. That feeling exactly. It wasn’t normal.

You stared at the rows upon rows of pregnancy tests. Did women actually know which one to take? Was it common knowledge knowing which one was the best? You sighed and rubbed your eyes. You were probably overreacting. You grabbed the pink one off the shelf. It wasn’t the cheapest one, but it was a brand you remembered from commercials. You stopped by the snack stand and picked up a bar of your favourite chocolate. You figured that after all the stress you’d put yourself through, a little indulgence was ok. You dropped the chocolate and test down on the counter. The woman at the checkout rang them through and gave you the total.

You held up your bank card, “Debit.”

She nodded and pressed the button. You inserted the card into the machine, went through the motions of inputting your password and checking the account type.

“Would you like a bag?” The woman asked as you waited for the transaction to clear.

You shook your head, “No thank you.”

She handed you the two items and the receipt. You dropped them down into your purse. You exited the drug store and stood on the street corner for a minute. You couldn’t do this alone. You needed some guidance. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and texted Tara.

Can I call you? You pressed send and began walking home.

The sun was shining. It was early evening and you’d just finished work. You recounted the last few times you and Kozik had been intimate. You ran your fingers through your hair, you guys weren’t the best at being ‘safe’. About a month ago you’d gotten back from a trip back home – visiting family. The both of you were excited to be back near one another. There was the quickie in the bedroom after work one day. You hadn’t even managed to get undressed. You attacked him, pinning him on the bed and demanded his attention. Then there were the two times in the shower. You ambushed him first. He was taking too long and you needed to be somewhere. That led to you both showering together, amoung other things. Your phone rang in your hand and Tara’s caller ID showed up.

You smiled, “Hey girl.”

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” She cut right to the chase.

You stopped in your tracks. You hadn’t even voiced your concerns to anyone yet. This was the first time you’d even seriously given this thought. You thought about lying, just to spite her but you two knew each other so well that it wasn’t a surprise that she’d picked up on your worries early on.

“I bought a test.” You explained.

She squealed into the phone and you had to pull it away while she freaked out. You laughed at her reaction. Your nerves settling the tiniest bit. She already had Abel and Thomas. She knew exactly what to expect. You unlocked your front door and bee lined it for the couch.

“Ok.” She settled hearing as you entered your house, “Take the test right now.” 

You shook your head, “Isn’t it better to take it in the morning? I swear I heard that somewhere before.”

“Psh if you’re pregnant it doesn’t matter what time of day you take the test.” She explained.

You rolled your eyes, of course she knew best, she was a doctor after all.

“How am I supposed to pee on a stick and hold the phone at the same time?” You joked.

You heard a door shut on her end, “Put the phone down, pee on the stick and come back.”

You groaned. What if you really were pregnant? You were happy but scared at the same time. This wasn’t something you’ve ever had to deal with.

“Alright.” You said.

You placed the phone down on the table and pulled the test out of your purse. You went into the bathroom, ripped the box open, ignored the instructions and made sure that the bristles were in place. You frowned, this was almost as awkward as peeing in a cup. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt weird about the whole thing. Tara was willingly waiting for you to pee on a stick. Why was being a woman so strange sometimes? You set the test on the corner of the sink, finished your business and pulled up your pants. You pushed the cap over the bristled part of the test and then washed your hands. You grabbed the instructions and test as you went back to the living room. You glanced at the clock. It was only 5:30 in the evening. Kozik wouldn’t be home for another few hours.

You picked up the phone, “It’s done.”

“Yay!” Tara laughed. “Have you thought about how you’re going to tell Koz?”

You shrugged, “No. I don’t even know if this is real yet. I could just be overreacting.”

“Y/N, you wouldn’t have called me if you thought this was a false alarm.” She stated.

You groaned, “Ugh.”

Why was she always right? She laughed again. She distracted you with mindless prattle while you waited the three minutes for the test to finish. You left it sitting on the coffee table, upside down because you still didn’t know if you were prepared for the outcome.

“Three minutes.” Tara announced.

You took a deep breath and gingerly picked up the test. You flipped it over and creased your eyebrows in confusion.

“Uh – it has one solid line and one really faint one.” You told her.

You pulled out the instructions pamphlet and began scanning through. It mentioned that two solid lines meant pregnant but it made no mention of a solid first line and faint second one. Were all the tests this finicky?

“That’s exactly what it looked like when I was pregnant with Thomas.” She advised.

You shook your head, “This doesn’t make any sense. The booklet distinctly says that you have to have two solid lines. Not one solid and one barely there.” 

She chuckled at your denial, “Y/N you’re pregnant.”

“That’s not what the booklet says!” You fought back.

“You’re pregnant.” Tara said again.

You paused and then all the excitement of being pregnant caught up with you. Tears formed at your eyes.

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered. “I’M PREGNANT!” You screamed. “Ohmygod. Ohmygod! How am I going to tell Kozik?”

“Do something cute, like put the test in a pan and put the pan in the oven.” Tara offered, “Symbolically tell him you have a ‘bun in the oven.’”

You burst into laughter, “Isn’t that sort of stuff reserved for people planning on these things? This wasn’t exactly on our list of to-dos.”

You both broke into giggles. This was absurd and exhilarating all at once. You never expected to ever be a parent. It wasn’t something you thought you had in you. Now that you were pregnant, and with Kozik, you’d never felt more ready. The two of you could do this. You’d been together so long that this wasn’t going to be a problem. It was just another wrung on the ladder you continued to climb together.

You took a deep breath and then blew it out through tight lips, “He’s not going to be home until after 9. I can’t wait that long.”

“Mull it over. Figure out how you want to tell him. He loves you, remember that.” She gave me a minor pep talk, “Oh, and guys handle these things differently. Don’t forget that.”

You nodded, “Alright. Thanks Tara.”

“No problem. You have to call me and tell me how he reacts.” She demanded.

I laughed at her, “I will.”

“Alright girl, I’ve got to go. I’ve been paged five times now.” She spoke swiftly and then hung up.

You dropped your phone down onto the coffee table and turned the TV on. You had no idea how you were going to tell Koz. This was definitely not something either of you had talked about in a long time. There was a conversation years ago about hypothetical kids and names, but that was just a bunch of ‘ifs’. Now those ‘ifs’ were becoming ‘whens’.

He’d been home for at least an hour now. The two of you were just sitting on the couch, watching TV. You couldn’t concentrate on the show because there was so much going on in your mind. Your face was hot and a blush was covering your entire body. You had no idea why but you felt embarrassed. You hadn’t even said or done anything yet. The tension in your body was building and you were starting to freak out. What if he had a horrible reaction? You never did talk about this. It wasn’t in the plans. Shit! You needed to get out of your head. You couldn’t start making things up. He didn’t even know yet. You tucked your feet underneath you and cradled the throw cushion into your stomach. You felt safer, almost like you were hiding your secret.

“Baby…” You murmured.

He glanced over at you, “Yeah.”

“We need to talk.” You said, immediately regretting your choice of words.

Now he probably thought you were breaking up with him. How did other people do this? This was the hardest conversation you’d ever had to have in your life. He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to speak. You opened your mouth but stopped. You didn’t know what to say. Your heart was thudding in your chest and the adrenaline soared through your body.

With a deep breath and your blush deepening you muttered, “I’m pregnant.”

He stared at you, completely silent. There was no change in his features, he just stared. He turned back to the TV, grabbing the remote and rubbing his thumb on the buttons. You stared at his profile, unsure of what was happening. You heart rate slowed and you felt like everything was under water.

“You should probably see a doctor.” He finally uttered.

You blinked. What? That’s it? Was no reaction a good reaction? You sat on the corner of the couch staring off into space. You couldn’t say that you were disappointed because honestly you had no idea what to expect. This wasn’t the kind of news that anyone prepared you for. You shook your head and stood up.

As you walked away you mumbled, “I’m going to bed.”

You changed out of your day clothes, pulling on one of his old t-shirts and climbed into bed. You curled onto your side and began to cry. You weren’t sad per se, just overwhelmed. You’d been so excited after finding out that you figured that he’d be too. You realized that not everyone reacted the same to everything. He was his own person. You needed to give him a chance to come to terms with the news himself.

You tried desperately to go to sleep but a few hours later found you still lying in bed with your eyes wide open. You’d done nothing but think about his non-reaction. Was he happy? Was he mad? Was he going to leave you? You heard as the TV in the living room switched off and heard his soft footsteps making their way to the bedroom. Without turning the lights on, he undressed and slid into the bed next to you. You turned over, notifying him that you were still awake. He dipped his hand under your neck, embracing you and pulling you close to him. He stayed quiet, pressing a kiss to your forehead. That was a good sign. You unwrapped your arms and cuddled into his chest.

“We’re going to need a bigger house.” He murmured into your hair.

You laughed, “Yes. That’s a given.”

He squeezed you closer and kissed your forehead.

“Shit!” He exclaimed and you pulled back, “We’re going to need to buy a crib, and save money. What about daycare?”

You smiled. There it was. The new dad panic.

You snuggled in closer, pulling him down to your face, “We still have another nine months before this baby comes. We have enough time to plan everything out.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He spoke. He reminded you every day but today it meant more to you than it ever did.

You kissed him in response. You were strong together. This wasn’t going to be easy, but you had each other to lean on.