oh god my gut

New Parents - Jeff Atkins/Reader


word count: 625

note: just a little something before chapter 7 and requests :)


It had been a long day at work to say the least.

You were relieved to be back home to your husband. You quickly dropped your bag in the kitchen and bounded to your bedroom.

“ Jeff? ” you asked, looking into the bedroom. He wasn’t there.

“ Interesting, ” you muse, quickly changing into more comfortable clothes and exiting. You walk down the hallway and poke your head in the bathroom. Again, no Jeff.

“ Jeff, babe? ” you call out, looking in the rooms. He was nowhere to be found. You grumpily sighed, opening the door to the backyard.

“ Jeff I swear to– ” you cut yourself off, staring at your husband, sitting next to a kitty pool in the shade. He turned around, giving a bright yet suspicious smile.

“ Hey, uh- honey, I know you don’t really want kids- and I’ve been bored, you know, being the off-season and all- so I uh, ” he looked down at the ground.

You walked closer to investigate the scene and your breath hitched when you looked into the pool.

“ Jeffrey- what is in that pool? ” you put a hand on your hip, watching sweat trickle down his face.

“ Uhm- turtles, ” he sheepishly admitted, looking back down at them. Two little turtles were swimming around in the pool.

“ You got fucking turtles. Oh my god, ” you cackled, holding your gut, leaning over from laughing. He nervously laughed with you.

“ You’re not.. mad? ” he tilted his head, obviously surprised at your response.

“ No, I’m not mad- it’s the offseason, so you have time to take care of them, just, next time maybe tell me? ” you sat down next to him on the ground, watching them swim.

“ Yeah- I’m sorry, I should have asked you, it was a very instinctive thing, though, ” he remarked, running a hand through his hair.

“ Just, next time. But these things are adorable. They’re so small, ” you whisper, leaning over and observing them.

“ Yeah! Wanna hold ‘em? ” he picked one up, showing you.

“ Yes! ” you exclaimed, carefully plucking it from his hand.

“ That one is Morty. He’s a Red Eared Slider! ” he enthusiastically named, lightly stroking the shell of the turtle.

“ When did you learn so much about turtles? ” you laugh as he picks the other up out of the pool and exchanges Morty for it in your hand.

“ I don’t know that much- I mean I’ve been reading online how to take care of them, but I just saw on the website that is what he’s called. ”

“ Oh, and this one is unnamed. I figured you might wanna name one, so I left it up to you. This guy is a Yellow Bellied Slider. ”

“ Aw, babe, ” you cooed, a smile on your face. You studied the turtle in your hand while Jeff set Morty back into the pool.

“ Let’s name him JJ. Like, Jeff Junior. Is that too cheesy? It sounded cute in my head. ”

“ You wanna name one of our turtles after me? That’s actually very touching, ” he blushed, putting a hand on his cheek and waving his other. “ That’s a great name. ”

“ So we have two turtles named JJ and Morty. I would have never thought when I got home today I’d be a mother to two turtles, ” you leaned against Jeff.

He scooted closer and wrapped his arms around you. “ It’s exciting though, right? We’re gonna watch these little turtles become really big ones! ”

“ Yeah, it is, ” you exhaled, pressing a kiss to his jawbone.

anonymous asked:

can u write one from josh's pov where he is madly in love with y/n but she's already got a boyfriend and he can't help but feel heartbroken knowing that josh is just always going to be y/n's best friend

authors note: all i could think when reading this prompt was Jim and Pam, so that’s kind of what I loosely based this off from. This is a longerish fic, hopefully what you were looking for.  Enjoy!


“Square up, Y/L/N, you’re going down.”

Josh hovered over your shoulder like a bug that just wouldn’t go away, muttering discouraging words into your ear, trying to distract you from the task at hand.  You had to admit he was doing a good job, because all you wanted to do was turn around and smack him, but you had to stay focused.  A bag of chips was on the line here.

You took a deep breath and pulled your arm back, nothing but sheer determination in your vision, and you let your paper airplane sail.  You watched as it flew through the air, coasting past the copier and fax machine, past the cluster of desks, past Josh’s airplane resting on the floor, until it hit the door to the break room and finally landed.

“Yes!” you shrieked, throwing your hands up in victory.  “I beat you by like four feet!”

Josh stares, stunned at how you managed to sail your paper airplane all the way across the office, but nonetheless, hands you over a dollar to get your bag of chips from the vending machines.

“You really should stop betting on things with me, I always win—“ you gloat, as you both make your way into the break room.

Josh leans against the vending machine, watching you select your favorite bag from the top row.  “No way, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”  

You laugh, shaking your head at Josh’s remark before opening your bag of chips and heading back to your desk.  

Josh watches you go, that familiar sinking feeling becoming prevalent in his stomach, just like every other time you walk away.  He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his right state of mind.  He loved the friendship you two shared, but sometimes he needed a minute to contain all the thoughts running through his head, otherwise his undying love for you might just slip out one of these days.

The hardest part of Josh’s day was at five o’clock, when your boyfriend would meet you at the door and walk out to the parking lot with you.  Josh would smile and wave goodbye, pretending like it didn’t burn every fiber of his being watching you lace your fingers with his and smile into his side as you exited the building.  Then, he’d slowly gather his things and head to his own car, wishing you were at his side.  

You and Josh had been friends ever since you started working in Columbus two years ago.  Two entire years, and Josh still swears it was the minute you walked in on your first day, a spot of dried toothpaste on your chin, that he fell completely in love with you.  

He spent that entire first week getting to know you, and the next planning out ways he could ask you out.  He’d never been more sure that he’d finally met the person he was meant to be with.  His soulmate, if you will.  Josh had been waiting in his car for your gray SUV to pull in one morning.   He planned on exiting at the same time as you, playing it off as a harmless coincidence, and then walking with you up to the third floor.  It was a cold December morning when he saw Lucas for the first time.  Then of course he didn’t know his name.  He knew the man as someone driving you to work, with broad shoulders and a trimmed beard.  He leaned over the center console and planted a kiss right on your lips before making a U-turn and exiting the parking lot.  Josh had let his head drop and made a beeline for the door, trying his best to ignore you calling his name and the gut-wrenching dread he felt.  

That was two years ago, and Josh still hadn’t moved on.  How could he when you sat only feet away from him?  Spreading your infectious laugh and always there to make him smile?  No, Josh hadn’t moved on.  Instead, he’d just learned to live with it.  He swallowed his feelings and instead focused on the friendship that you two shared, no matter how much it killed him inside.  It was always about more than friendship, and he knew it from the start. Even though that is what he loved most about you. Falling in love was quick, easy, inevitable. You would talk and laugh and be happy. If life is a series of moments, then it was those innocent instances that defined Josh for the longest time.

But falling also hurt.  You were his everything. And you were his best friend. You told each other everything, but he had to keep his biggest secret hidden from you.  On that first day, even if she didn’t remember it, he could see a future. Your future together. And for that split second he wanted nothing more than to kiss you, to forget about the rest of the world and focus on you. But there were no messing this up. This was you, and it was really just complicated.

Josh sat in his car in the parking lot the next morning eating his breakfast and occasionally warming up his hands in front of the air vents. Just as he was finishing off his bagel, there was a soft knock on his window. It took him half a second to realize it was you; your coat was zipped up to your chin and your beige scarf covered most of your face. Josh quickly got out of his car and you both exchanged hellos in the still-dark parking lot.

“What are you doing here so early?” he asks, shivering a little in the cold winter air.

“Lucas and I kind of had another spat last night and I wanted to get out before he woke up…" you trail off. Josh’s jaw clenches at the mention of his name.  ”What about you?“

“One of my biggest clients is a morning person, if I don’t call him by 8am sharp, his account is as good as closed, so I wanted to get here early and go over his file.”

“So you got here before the sunrise?”

“It’s a big file,” Josh says with a smile.

You chuckle and then looked over to the far end of the parking lot, “Hey, come with me.”

It was one of those commands Josh didn’t have to hear twice. He followed you, his hand in his pockets and his nose buried in his own scarf. You both walked over to the edge of the lot, and you stepped up on the curb, standing on your tip-toes. Josh furrowed his eyebrows.

“Come on, Josh,” you say playfully.

He laughed nervously before following your actions. He faced the direction you were facing and saw that through the fence there was a perfect view of the distance hills on the east side of town. The sky was thick and dark blue and the hills looked outlined with gold. The sun began to peek over the horizon and the buildings of Columbus went from grays to a bright mixture of yellows and oranges.

Josh glanced over at you as you looked at the view, smiling wide, the sun hitting your eyes. Josh could never quite tell, your eyes always looked hazel and sadly dull in the florescent light of the office, but for the first time his saw their true color: a brilliant green with splashes of brown near the center.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” you asked.

“Yeah, really is,” Josh says, still looking straight at you.

“We should go inside,” you said quietly, noticing his insistent stare from your corner view.  “I’m freezing.”

Josh nods, eyes lingering on the view a moment longer before he trails behind you inside the building.  

It’s habit, more than anything else, that has Josh lingering in the break room when he sees the tired lines in your face three days later. It’s instinct, to ask you if you want to talk. To take a seat at the table before he has a chance to consider the implications of what he’s just offered.

Besides, first and foremost, he’s your friend.

More than anything, he wants you to be happy.  And if there’s something he can do to ease the tension in your shoulders, to watch the frustrated crease in your brow fade back into familiar calm, then he will. Of course he will.

Being the one to elicit a smile from you is worth the cost of his own discomfort.

Patiently, he listens to your perspective on the misunderstanding between yourself and Lucas, he tries to detach himself from the situation enough to give you the sort of sincere and thoughtful advice he’d extend to anyone in that position. But he doesn’t want your thanks — your gratitude that much worse because it’s genuine.  

Josh had served as the backboard for you since he met you.  He was always around to listen.  Maybe he was imagining it, but it seemed like you and Lucas had been fighting more and more lately.  He hated seeing you upset on a daily basis in the break room and he tried to ignore the sliver of hope he felt inside.  

Apparently last night had been bad.  Josh can tell the minute he sees your puffy eyes and quivering lip.  

“What happened?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.

You shrug, trying to be brave, but the tears fall anyway.  “He threw a glass at the wall next to me last night.  He was drunk… muttering about how he thought I was cheating on him.”

“Oh my god—“ Josh said, gut dropping as he imagined how scared you must have been in that moment.

“I don’t think he’d ever hurt me or anything.  But I was scared.”

“What’d you do?” he asks, taking the seat at the table across from you.

You curled your hands around your mug of coffee, “I left.  Went to my moms.  I think it’s over.  I mean, it has to be, right?”

Josh wants to blurt out a gigantic yes, but instead he empathetically furrows his brows and nods softly, “I definitely don’t like the idea of you being scared.” And without thinking, he reaches his hand across the table and touches yours softly.  

Your eyes shoot down to where your hands touch, all of a sudden you feel so nervous.  You pull back and drag your coffee mug to your chest.  

“I should get back to work.”

Josh has a hard time focusing the rest of the day.  It was over.  You said that.  It was over and maybe, just maybe, Josh had a chance here.  He’d be your friend first, of course.  Just like it’d always had been.  He wouldn’t rush you.  But now he had a chance to prove how much you truly meant to him.  He was elated.  Lighter and more hopeful than he’d felt in months.  

It all comes crashing down with the sound of the office door opening and closing. Josh’s fists clench at his side the minute he sees Lucas walk through the doors.  He’s ready to get up and ward him off if necessary; the idea of him yelling at you makes his blood boil.  But he watches from his desk instead, as Lucas makes his way to you, gently tapping your shoulder and whispering something in your ear.  

Your initial reaction is wide eyes, filled with what is that?  Fear?  It fades quickly, morphs into anger.  Then sympathy.  Josh watches as you grab your coat from the back of your chair and willingly follow him up to reception.  You mutter something to the secretary before continuing out the door without looking back.  

“He apologized, and he really was just so sincere.  I think he really meant it.”

Josh nods and takes another swig of coffee, which was lukewarm by now.  He cringes.  

“Sounds it,” he says dully.  Not even he can fake enhance the amount of enthusiasm in his voice.  

“What’s that?” you ask, offended by his dull tone.

He looks at you and raises an eyebrow.  Disappointment and anger and frustration all boiling under the surface of his skin after seeing you and Lucas kissing in the parking lot again this morning, so he decides for the first time in a long time; to be honest.

“No, it’s just I’ve heard all of this before.  It gets a bit old is all.”

“It gets a bit old?” you repeat, stunned by his response.

“Yeah you and Lucas.  He does something nasty, you break up or contemplate breaking up, then he apologizes with roses or chocolates or what was it this time?  Perfume?  Same story, different version.  Can’t blame me for getting bored with it.”

And then Josh walks straight out of the break room and back to his desk, where there’s a light flashing on his phone.  He presses the button and pulls up a chair to listen to the voicemail.

“Hey Josh, it’s Craig from Corporate.  Meant to catch you before lunch, but I wanted to talk to you about a job opening here in Detroit.  It’d be a promotion for you.  More pay, more duties, all that.  Give me a call back with the details if you’re interested.  Thanks.”

It ended in the parking lot, the blooming seed of happiness that lived deep in his chest was fading, right next to his heart.  It was his best friend, his sole support, the girl of his life who made everything just a little bit better. It was you standing there, your jaw dropping with surprise and Josh with his entire heart and soul on the line.

It was Josh that changed the game. This game of yours, the little dance of just barely something more than friends.  He had nothing left to lose, because he couldn’t do it anymore.  So he gave himself an ultimatum.  Tell her you love her.  Tell her and if she turns you down, you can accept the job.  Tell her you love her.  Tell her and if she loves you back, you can live happily ever after.  

The words hang thickly in the air.  “I love you, Y/N.  I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

You stand still in your spot, eyes watering and eyebrows furrowed with confusion and surprise.  And for a quick second, Josh thinks you might say it back.  But then you drop your clenched fist to your side and you let out a loud, inconvenient sigh and it’s amazing how quick his gut picks up on the rejection.  It drops as you start muttering about how “you can’t” and  “you have a boyfriend.”

“Listen, Josh—“

But that’s all. Because Josh clearly doesn’t want to listen. His hands wrap around you and Lucas has never held you like you’re this precious.  It’s gentle  and firm, warm and large, pulling you softly towards him, gathering you, even as his mouth falls against yours, just as lightly, just a hint of pressure and you feel so small against him, against this unspoken message that he loves you. And it’s powerful.

“Josh—“ you say, finally pulling back.  

He freezes, jerks away, his hands still gentle, even as his eyes are screaming, those big brown eyes that love you. “You’re really going to be with him?”

Your ‘yes’ is locked into your throat and tears fill your eyes, but somehow you can’t look away as you destroys your best friend from the inside out. There are a million reasons to stay with Lucas and only one to leave him, because you maybe love Josh, but you maybe don’t love Josh, and it’s that thought that makes you nod.  


You can’t blame him when he walks away, when he holds on to your hands for as long as possible, even as he can’t look you in the eyes. You want him to look at you. You want him to fight for you, but you know that’s unfair to ask him. But you don’t want to lose him and you somehow know you’re going to and you need him to understand, but before you know it… he’s gone.

It’s not as if you’ve never seen his desk without him sitting there, because of course you have. He’s stayed home sick, made occasional use of his vacation days, gone on client calls — you know what the office looks like when the shape of him is missing, it’s the permanence of it that hurts.  

As you settle in that first day of Josh’s absence, you hang your coat up and take a seat, You let yourself miss him as a coworker and as a best friend and that’s it. Work will be work, with or without Josh Dun.

But that’s a lie, because of course it hurts like hell.

Each day it’s harder, when it starts to sink in that this doesn’t mean a handful of days out recovering from the flu or visiting his family, but that there is a new and permanent Josh-sized hole in the fabric of you. So you play sudoku to avoid noticing the absence of his voice and

you doodle in notebook margins during conference room meetings to ignore all the jokes he can’t whisper in your ear.  

As the day goes on, regret floods deeper within you.  You always knew Josh was your best friend.  But you probably always always knew he was more than that too.  You just wished you’d been brave enough to see that.

That night you break up with Lucas.  This time, there’s no yelling or screaming or wine glasses thrown against the wall.  It’s respectable and understood that they are just not meant to be.  You thought there’d be a Lucas-sized hole inside of you now too, but there’s not.  Instead, it just makes room for Josh’s hole to grow bigger.  

It’s twenty past five and you’ve got your coat on and bag in hand when the phone rings.

You debate for a moment about answering it — after all, technically you shouldn’t even still be here.

But, well, you are still there, so it’s equal parts obligation and impulse that has you reaching for the handset and saying, “Hello?” with a slightly tired edge in your tone.

“Uh, hey.”

And — oh, oh.

“Oh my god.”


“Um… Hi.”

Witty. Clever. Exactly the kind of thing you’d imagined herself saying to Josh when you finally reconnected after too-many-weeks of silence.

“Sorry, I needed a number from Mark.  It’s a co-client thing—”


“—and I was just gonna leave a voicemail, because I didn’t think anyone would be there.”

It’s hard not to wonder if Josh had been making an open effort to avoid you on purpose, if he’d waited to call until twenty past five because you were supposed to be gone and he’s supposed to get an machine instead.  

“Why are you still there?”

“I had to work late.” And then, because that sounds flimsy, goes on. “Well I didn’t have to, but there were just some open files I wanted to finish up.”

“Wow,” he says, the faint tone of amusement in his voice.  “Wow, they’ve really changed you Y/L/N.  Going above and beyond, that’s not you.”

And you’re smiling—because it’s Josh and you aren’t sure your face is capable of behaving any other way around him—but there’s something nervous and careful in the lines of your expression that isn’t usually there. You’ve missed him, but knows that a subtle shift occurred in their relationship that can’t be undone, that things might never be as easy as they once were.

“Everything else is pretty much the same here.” Except—god, no—of course it isn’t.


You change up your previous statement. “A little different.” Because you need him to understand that even though the routines of the office cycle on, no part of that environment could ever be the same to you without him there. Then you ask, “what time is it there?”

“…What time is it here?” He pauses, something uncertain and unsure in his tone. “Um, we’re in the same time zone.”

“Oh, yeah, right.”

“How far apart did you think we were?”

“I don’t know,” you mutter, embarrassed. “It feels really far.” And you can hear his thoughtful, quiet agreement that suggests it’s more than just the miles dividing Columbus and Detroit that’s currently between them.

It took you until the next morning to get your act together.  You were walking into the building, the sun rising across the lot, and you felt it.  A crumpled up piece of paper in your pocket.  You gripped it in your fist before pulling it out, unwrapping the paper and trying to make out the scrubbed words.

You can’t get rid of me that easy.” It was a note from Josh.  One from back before the airplane competition, where they’d bet on how many green M&M’s were in the jar resting on reception.  You’d beat him easily, leaving time to gloat on how he should just give up on betting against you, cause you always won, just like you did every other time you two bet on something.  Josh had left the note on your desk with the soda you’d won.  

You could feel the tears surfacing, blurring your vision as you turned in your spot and starting walking all the way back to your car.  You opened the note up again after you’d sat in the driver’s seat, unfolding the paper and running your hands over Josh’s scratchy scrawl and letting yourself feel what was long overdue.  It all floods in at once.  The despair, the guilt, the regret.  But also the love and admiration and memories of laughing, smiling, feeling lighter than ever around him.  

You didn’t think twice as you flicked your blinker on to turn onto the highway headed towards Detroit.

The city was so close down the road, you could see the outline of hazy buildings out of the window.  You stared diligently ahead, running through what you were going to exactly say to Josh when the time came.  But before you knew it, you were pulling into the parking lot of the Detroit branch, sliding into the spot beside Josh’s car as an automatic reflex, and you still had no idea what you were doing, what you would say. Yet your feet trudged up to the front door, almost like a little girl who knew that you had to admit to your mother that you’d smashed her favorite vase, because it had to be done, you just weren’t quite ready for the aftermath. There were no obstacles now.  No Lucas or unacknowledged feelings and you were sure that’s what scared you the most. What if, after all this time, Josh had just had enough?  What if you just weren’t meant to be?

You walked right up to reception, waiting until the woman hung up the phone before telling her you were here to see Josh.

“Y/N?” his familiar voice rings through the air and when you look over, you can see him taking off his headset and standing up from his desk.  “What are you doing here?” There’s a hint of curiosity and surprise and maybe even a little excitement in his voice.  

You couldn’t tell him here.  You had to go somewhere more private.  

“Could we um, talk?” you say quietly, offering him the slightest smile even amidst your nerves.

“Yeah,” he says, “let me just grab my coat—“ he motions back towards his desk with his thumb, where you see his familiar dark blue fabric hanging off from the back of his chair.  You wait patiently with your arms crossed across your chest, bouncing on the backs of your heels.

“All set?” he says, hand buried deep within his pockets.

You walk down to the parking lot in silence, still pondering what you were going to say to Josh in your head.  

“How’s Detroit?” you asked after thanking him for holding the door open for you.  You wanted to stall as long as possible.

Josh chuckles, “Common, Y/N.  You didn’t drive three and a half hours to Detroit to ask me how the city is.”

You blush, of course you didn’t.  But you still didn’t know what to say to him.  To Josh.  The man you loved, completely and wholly, with everything inside of you.

You could feel your cheeks growing hot as you thought about what you were about to admit.  You’d had so much courage built up inside of you before, but now, it was quickly draining.  You had to say it before you were completely empty.

“I miss you.”

Your heart’s still thumping like crazy, banging against your ribs, and you’re not entirely sure what you just said.

And Josh didn’t say anything back to you, but it wasn’t like you said all the stuff that you were thinking to him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you continue, your voice wavering.

Josh shakes his head. “I’m okay.“

You nod. There’s a silence, long enough that you worry you’re not going to be able to say it all and nothing will happen and you’ll go back to being scared and afraid. You want to be someone who says what they feel.

“It’s just— the office isn’t the same and… I miss you.  I miss you a lot, Josh. I miss my best friend.”

“It can’t be that way again, Y/N,” he says. “I wasn’t your best friend. I was in love with you.”

“We could be friends now. Just go back to the way things were—“ you weren’t sure why you were burying your feelings again, but it was instinctual.  

"No,” he says. He’s standing so still, arms at his sides.  ”What you miss – that wasn’t friends. That was us… that was me being something more. All the time. And I can’t do that anymore.  It hurt too much.”

You feel kind of sick, but a little voice in the back of your head says you should be grateful for whatever happened, because it was better than being endlessly, endlessly quiet.

“Then I’m really sorry,” you say at last. “Because I miss that.”

“What do you think that means?” he asks, and there’s a little heat in his voice. “What do you think you’re really missing?”

This morning you would have undoubtedly ducked your head and avoided the question, or flat-out lied. Now though, you had driven three and a half hours and you’re standing in front of Josh, far enough away that you have to speak up for him to hear.

“I know what it means,” you say quietly. “And you know.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t. You’ve made it clear you only wanted to be friends.”

“I don’t think I’ve made anything clear,” you say, and for the first time you have the urge to move closer, speak more softly, because this is the hard part, the thing you couldn’t say in front of everyone else. “I should have been honest a long time ago, and I know that, but I couldn’t until I knew what I wanted.”

“Do you?” he asks after a moment, his voice low. “Know?”

You take a big breath, letting the oxygen go to your head, willing back the feeling you had just before you ran up to the third floor. “I want to feel the way I did when I was with you, back before you moved to Detroit.  I don’t want to be lonely, and I want to redo the past two years except it made me figure out a lot of things about myself, so I don’t know. I want stuff to be easy, Josh, and it isn’t, and I thought that maybe if we could be friends again I could have one thing in my life that made me happy, even if it wasn’t what I really wanted.”

He’s quiet for a long time. The wind whips against you, making you shiver.

“Why can’t you say it?” he asks.

“Would anything change if I did?”

“I don’t know, everything changed when I said it.”

“Fuck it,” you say, the cold air filling your lungs, “I love you.  I have loved you but I was with Lucas and I was afraid and I didn’t know it.  And I’m still afraid, but I know it now.”

You stare and wait for his reaction, hoping with everything inside of you that you weren’t too late.  But the look on Josh’s face, the sad, almost pitiful stare, gave you reason to believe that you were.

And your courage drained for good.

“I’m sorry,” you said, wiping a tear falling down your cheek, “I shouldn’t have come.  I’m gonna get going.  It was nice to see you,” you mumble before turning away and heading towards your car.

When Josh saw you turn away, it was as if lightning struck him. All he could see was your back, stiff and tense, walking back towards your car, parked near his, and suddenly he didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t know how it had come to this. The last several months had turned you both into people he didn’t even recognize anymore, and he blamed himself.

You were all he ever wanted. You were the one he saw in his dreams and imagined in his fantasies for years on end, and he had you. It was supposed to be forever, but all he seemed to do anymore was hurt you. The Josh from six weeks ago would absolutely kill him for that. The Josh from six weeks ago would feel about him like he used to feel about Lucas. Lucas took you for granted, and didn’t consider your feelings.

Like Josh was doing now.

He sprinted toward you, his long legs reaching yours in just a couple of long strides, and he grabbed your arm to turn you around. You had no idea what was happening, but he didn’t stop to explain. He simply wrapped his arms all the way around you, and held you close. You didn’t resist, but you didn’t reciprocate immediately. He pulled you closer. He buried his face in your hair, nuzzled into your neck, and tried to breathe you in. He remembered the electric shock of when you first met (for him, anyway), how it felt to love you and not be able to have you.  He couldn’t let himself let it slip away.

You finally wrapped your arms around him, and he felt a small shudder go through you. You pulled back and he could see your face crumple just before you took his face in both hands and kissed him. When you parted, you were both smiling as said, “I love you” in unison.  He hugged her so tightly he almost picked you up off from the ground.

anonymous asked:

"mccree, tracer, and genji, separate, are tolerable. together, they are asshats. back in blackwatch, reyes spent many a day screaming at them in spanish because of whatever prank they had pulled that day." would love to see a fic or just more headcanons for this headcanon of yours HAHAHAHA

ask and ye shall receive:

  • genji and tracer’s speed and agility lent them the ability to dart in, wreak havoc, and escape before being seen
  • mccree was an excellent distraction. while genji and tracer were doing their thing, he’d be the one keeping the higher-ups from noticing
  • mccree and tracer had to drag genji into helping them play pranks for the first year. after that, he became a permanent fixture in their group and the mastermind of some of the greatest pranks
  • it reached a point that anytime something went wrong, someone would say “i blame genji/tracer/mccree” - even if it was a machine failure or something that the three of them couldn’t have possibly be responsible for
  • you know those people who will be talking and they’ll jump over conversation because of coded language and stuff? like mccree will be like “remember when we did that thing with the truck and - “ and genji will start busting a gut and tracer will be like “oh my god yes and then after that with the fruit basket - “ etc etc? they’re like that. it’s super annoying for anyone listening in because they get obnoxiously loud about it and it doesn’t make sense
  • clothes snobs. all of them. it’s the worst
  • similarly: they all dress very inappropriately for the weather. genji’s answer of “aesthetics” spreads to the other two after people start asking
  • they definitely helped each other get laid
  • endless jokes about reyes’ legendary temper. also will be endlessly defensive about reyes to people who insult him
  • all three of them are thrill-seekers and take risks they really, really shouldn’t, thus why reyes yelled at them all the time
  • mccree and genji are very protective of tracer, lowkey. she’s much younger than them, after all, and they look after their own
  • similarly, many instances of where they take care of each other if one of them is having a bad time
  • they all taught each other swears/slang in their mother tongues (mccree - spanish, genji - japanese, tracer - british?? english??) which has led to very interesting missions abroad on occasion, such as when genji taught tracer and mccree that ‘eat shit’ was ‘how are you’ in japanese
  • ‘i can make tea’ genji says. ten minutes later the kitchen is on fire and genji says ‘ok i can’t make tea’ while tracer and mccree laugh so hard they start crying
  • they made up the most effective strike unit blackwatch could boast of. also the most lethal, which is why reyes stopped deploying them on missions where they needed to spare their targets
  • there are more but this is getting long lmao

i know june is gonna be my fave month because it starts on a monday like tbh all of june is just really aesthetically pleasing to look at

64 Floors


Summary: A chance encounter can change your life and no one knows that better than you. With 64 floors to go before the interview of you life, a lot can happen. But you’ve always been stubborn and nothing is going to get in the way of you and success. 

A/N: I know CEO!Luke is becoming a cliche concept, but I decided to jump on the bandwagon. I hope you guys like it because I’m really excited about this. I’m hoping to turn it into a bigger series, so please keep requesting so I know you’re all interested! Thanks for reading!

~Approx. 3.3k words~

~Warnings: Smut~


It was the opportunity of a lifetime. Today was the day you finally had the chance to make something of yourself in the world and to say you were excited would be a huge understatement. You had just graduated college and as a business major, having an interview at Hemmings and Co. was in fact the opportunity of a lifetime. You had everything about the day planned, all the way down to the high heels that tapped on the pavement and the black pencil skirt that clung to your body as you walked down the crowded streets of the big city. To prepare, you had researched possible interview questions and made sure you had the perfect answer to each of them, and even now you rehearsed them in your head as you approached the ominous black skyscraper of a  building that you hoped you would be spending the next few years of your life in.

You took a deep breath as you opened the doors that led into the grand lobby. You were fifteen minutes early. Just enough time to become familiar enough with your surroundings to placate your nerves.

“This is it. I can do this.” You breathed as you crossed the lobby, your stilettos clacking on the marble floor. You hated wearing high heels, but if you wanted a job as professional as this one, you had to look the part and that meant uncomfortable, sky high and quite expensive, heels for eight hours a day. That is, if you got the job.

You made your way to the chamber of elevators and pressed the up button, your heart racing as you waited to be taken the sixty four floors up to where your interview with the big man himself would be taking place. You were hoping to be the personal secretary to the Mr. Hemmings and if everything went according to plan you would work your way up the success ladder until you were right there at the top. Of course you were starting small, but there was nothing a little hard work couldn’t do.

The chirpy ding of the elevator brought a smile to your face as you stepped inside the chic elevator. Thankfully you were alone, which gave you the opportunity to take a moment to psych yourself up once again before you had to meet the CEO of the company. Two of the elevator walls were mirrors and so as the doors closed you took a moment to check yourself out, making sure to smooth any wrinkles present on your silk blouse and check and re check if there was any lipstick on your teeth. You could feel your nerves resurfacing as the elevator took you further up. Floor 44…45…46…47…

All of a sudden, it came to a slow stop and the elevator doors slid open to reveal an extremely handsome man waiting in the foyer. He was tall, really tall, clad in an expensive looking silver suit that told you he must be someone at least a little bit important. He held an iphone to his ear, checking his rolex in exasperation as he joined you in the elevator and pressed the same button that you had upon entering, too distracted to realize that it was already lit up.

“They’ll be finished tomorrow. Yes. It starts in how long? Shit okay, I’m in the elevator now I’ll be there in 5.” He spoke curtly into the phone before abruptly hanging up and tucking it back into his pocket.

As if suddenly realizing he was not alone in the elevator, he looked over at you and you met his eyes. They were hypnotically blue, the kind you read about in poetry and novels that have you thinking about them days afterward. He gave you a small smile which you politely returned before continuing the silent ride upwards.

Suddenly the elevator lights began to flicker before it lurched to a dead stop, your arm reaching out and grasping the wall to stop yourself from toppling over.

“Oh my god.” You squeaked as panic began to rise inside your gut. Your interview was in just over ten minutes and you could not afford to be late just because the stupid elevator had decided to shut down. “No, no, no, no!” You breathed, as you reached out to frantically press the button to floor 64 as if somehow that would make the damn thing work again.

“Are you okay?” The man asked tentatively as he watched you panic inside the small space.

“I have to be on the 64th floor in five minutes!” You gasped, unable to believe your luck had turned this far south. You had prepared for everything that could possibly go wrong, but this? This was not something you saw coming.

“Well, so do I.” He sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. “But I guess we’re stuck here for now.” He chuckled, leaning against the mirrored wall as he accepted his fate.

“I can’t be stuck here! I have to be up there!” You yelled. “Oh god this cannot be happening.” You pinched the bridge of your nose in concentration, as if to will the elevator to come back to life and take you where you needed to go.

“Hey, hey, hey.” The man walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You’ll be fine. Just calm down.’

“Do not tell me to calm down!” You snapped, but your harsh tone didn’t seem to bother him.

“I’m sure the tech team is figuring something out as we speak. We’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.” He brushed a piece of hair from your face and you looked up at him, meeting his eyes again. For some reason, they calmed you down and so you took a deep breath and leaned back into the wall.

“This day was supposed to go perfectly.” You laughed, suddenly finding the humor in the situation now that you had actually calmed down.

“Well that’s the thing about perfect days. They somehow always get corrupted.” He looked at you with a cheeky grin and you tried to fight a blush from racing to your cheeks, laughing to disguise the nerves bubbling in the pit of your stomach that had suddenly appeared as you stared at the attractive man smiling at you no further than one pace away .

“I’m Y/N.” You stuck out your hand for him to shake, hoping that maybe a little small talk would take your mind off the job that was probably slipping through your fingers with each passing moment.

“Luke.” He took your hand in his, letting it linger for a moment before it fell to the side. “You look like you’re somebody’s assistant, so why haven’t I met you yet?” He asked playfully.

You thought about what exactly you should tell him for a moment before answering, “I’m, uh, new.”

“Well glad to have you here with us Y/N.” He smiled, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“So what do you do here?”

He scratched the back of his neck, hesitating before he answered you. “I handle the finances here.” He spoke slowly, like he was trying to decide just how much information to give you.

“Sounds difficult. I’m sure it’s not easy to manage all the money in a place like this. I mean, this is one of the greatest corporations in the world. Unless you’re a math guy, then I’m sure it’s pretty easy.” You gushed, the previous excitement of being so close to your dream job rushing back in.

Luke raised his eyebrows, “You think this is one of the greatest corporations in the world?”

“I know it is.” You assured him before reaching down and taking off your heels. Do you mind if I take these things off? I figure we’re going to be here awhile and they’re like death traps.”

“Be my guest.”

“Oh thank god.” You hummed as you removed your stilettos and sank down to the floor. “Feels good to be off my feet.”

“Mind if I join you?” He asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his pink lips.

“Be my guest.”

He dropped down onto the ground next to you, his legs sticking straight out. “I honestly can’t remember the last time I sat on the floor.” He admitted.

“I can’t either. But it feels really good.”

“Yeah. Really good.”


It had been an hour and a half since you and Luke had found yourselves stuck in the elevator of the large office building and since you had been telling stories, jokes, and learning more about the other than you ever thought possible. You felt more carefree with him in this elevator than you had with anyone else in a long time.

“How does someone lock their keys in their car twice in one day?” He laughed as you told him the story of when you got your driver’s permit.

“I guess I’m just that talented.” His laugh was heavenly and you could listen to it all day.

“Okay, okay, worst first date story.” He asked between breaths. Instinctively, he took your hand in his, wiggling his fingers between yours. He was comfortable with you and that wasn’t something he could say about many others in his life.

“It was sophomore year of college and he started it by asking what my fetishes were. Told me he needed someone who could ‘keep up’ with him. Needless to say he didn’t hear back from me.” You laughed along with him, adjusting his blazer that he had placed over your legs to keep them covered. You liked him. In fact you liked him alot and maybe if you were lucky, he liked you just enough to make this day perfect again.

“It was a shame he couldn’t guess my kink though.” You smiled slyly, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. The chemistry between you two was obvious as he stared down at you, his expression curious and playful.


“Yeah. I have a thing for sex with guys in elevators. Really turns me on.” You bit your lip and you saw his eyes go dark with lust.

“Is that so?.” His voice was raspy as he stared back at you, his face slowly getting closer and closer to yours and he leaned down. “I’m sure we could make that happen.”

His lips met yours softly at first, his hand moving to cup your cheek and pull you into him to deepen the kiss. In one swift move he stood up from the floor and pulled you with him before pinning you to the wall of the elevator, his hands at your waist. You could see yourself in the opposite mirror, your body covered by his as he kissed down your neck, his tongue poking out to leave little wet spots as he made his trail. His fingers began to unbutton your blouse, working magic as he managed to undo every last one, exposing your lacy, black bra to him. You shifted your hands from his chest down to his belt, fiddling with the loop and undoing it before moving on to his zipper and dragging it downwards.

“Mmm, you’re a greedy little thing aren’t you?” He chuckled as he kissed up your jawline and moved back to your lips.

“What can I say.” You spoke between kisses. “I know what I want.” You reached into his pants and took hold of his semi-hard on and you felt a shudder pass through his body as you slowly moved your hand up and down until he was fully hard in your hand.

His hands moved down to the hem of your skirt, lifting it up so he could caress the backs of your thighs. One of his hands reached up to drag your matching panties down your legs and discarded them on the floor.

“Jump.” He mumbled into your skin as he lifted you up, your skirt hiking up so that it rested around your hips and your glistening heat was exposed. “There you go babe.” He captured your lips once again, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You could feel the erect tip of his dick at your entrance, waiting to fill you up. “Are you ready baby?” He breathed on your lips, his forehead resting on yours and piercing blue eyes staring into your own with a mix of pure lust and intensity.

You nodded your head, giving him the permission he needed as you kissed him again. He began slowly, sliding inside of you until he was completely buried inside of you, taking all of him in as he groaned in pleasure at the feeling of your wetness coating his shaft. He moved in and out of you, picking up the pace until his cock was slamming into you and your body was shaking and your back was hitting up against the wall in a rough rhythm. You looked across so you could see yourself in the mirror, wrapping your legs around him and holding onto him for dear life as you watched him pound relentlessly into you. You clenched your walls around him, making him moan out loud in pure pleasure.

“So good princess. So tight and wet for me.” He rasped, gripping your thighs harder as he thrusted his hips to get a better angle. At this new angle, he hit your g-spot perfectly each time he slammed into you and you could feel yourself moving closer to your climax, your body teetering on the fence of an orgasmic release.

You moaned out his name as he delivered the final thrust that brought you over the blissful edge. He came just after, growling your name in your ear in a way that sounded hungry and desperate for more of you, clutching onto you like you were his last thread connecting him to reality.

His head was spinning as he let go of you slowly, letting your feet touch back down on the ground as he placed another kiss on your lips.

“That was amazing. You’re amazing.” He beamed, placing small kisses on your forehead, your cheeks and your nose as you giggled. “When can I see you aga-”

A sudden jolt interrupted him as the elevator began moving again, back towards the real world.

“Shit, I need to get dressed.” You exclaimed as you buttoned up your blouse and retrieved your panties from the ground, readjusting your outfit until you looked professional again.

“Right uh, me too.” He chuckled, zipping his pants back up, throwing on his blazer, and straightening his tie before fixing his hair in the mirror. “But really Y/N, I want to see you again.” He said seriously, taking your hand in his. But you took your hand back, biting your lip tentatively.

“Listen, Luke, I really need to focus on this job and what it’s going to mean for me. I’ve waited my whole life to begin working my way up this ladder until maybe someday it’s my name on one of these buildings. And I know that sounds silly from someone who’s just just starting out here but I can’t afford any distractions.” You told him, watching as his face fell.

“But I’m-”

“A really good guy I’m sure, but I need this job to mean something and that means no dating right now.”

“Okay. I get it.” He nodded just as the elevator dinged, signaling that you had finally made it to the sixty fourth floor.

“Good. Then I’ll see you around!” You smiled at him before walking up to the front desk. Luke walked in the opposite direction as you went to sign in with the receptionist.

“Hi, my name’s Y/N Y/L and I’m here for the interview with Mr. Hemmings. I know I’m late, but the elevator was jammed and I was stuck for two hours and-”

“Well luckily for you Miss.Y/L, Mr. Hemmings is also running two hours late today and he will be with you shortly.” The receptionist replied, not even looking up from her computer screen.

“Thank you so much! Should I just wait over here?” You gestured to the posh lounge area.

“Wait wherever you want I’ll call your name when he’s ready for you.”

“Okay, great!” You gushed, trying not to sound too excited as you went to sit on the white leather couch.

You were only waiting for around fifteen minutes before the receptionist called out your name and instructed you towards Mr. Hemmings’ office at the end of the hall.

You stood in front of the mahogany double doors with his name in gold on the front, the name of your future boss, and knocked.

“Come in.” His voice was curt and you could tell he would be tough on you, but you could take it. You would take it, for this job. You turned the brass handle and walked inside.

“Mr. Hemmings it’s so good to finally meet you, I-” You stopped speaking. His back was to you as he stared out at the New York skyline but after staring at that same back in the elevator mirror merely twenty minutes prior, you would recognize it anywhere. “Luke?”

He turned around at the sound of your voice, his eyes wide to match yours.

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god!” You echoed. “You’re Mr. Hemmings? Luke Hemmings, you’re the CEO of Hemmings and Co?” You were panicking again. “And you’re the guy I fucked in the broken elevator. Jesus Christ, Mr. Hemmings saw me naked. My potential boss saw me naked!”

“Half naked, actually.” He chuckled, his hands in his pockets.

“Oh my god!” You yelled again. “This is happening isn’t it? This is really happening to me.”

Luke took a few steps towards you, closing the gap between you and him. “Well for what it’s worth, you’re hired.” He smiled.

“I’m…hired? I don’t understand, I must’ve broken like, fifty corporation rules already and it’s not even my first day.”

“I know how much this job means to you and I know how well you’re going to do it. In that elevator I got to know the dedicated, hard working, intelligent Y/N. Not the one on paper. And I like her and I want her as my assistant. So, will you take the job?”

“Yes, of course, I uh, yeah I will.” You stammered.

“Good. You start tomorrow and I expect you here by 7am, no later. I’ll fax you my schedule for the week. Memorize it. I’ll have my stand-in send you a list of what you need to know. I like my coffee black and my suits pressed. You will dress and act professionally when in the office. I don’t often offer second chances so make sure you get everything done correctly the first time, do you understand?”

“Y-Yeah.” You cleared your throat. “Yes. Absolutely Mr. Hemmings.” You were interested in this sudden change in him, acting like he was saturated in power and importance, which of course he was but you were used to the funny and intelligent Luke, not the dominant and analretentive Mr. Hemmings. “Is there anything else I can do for you while I’m here?” You asked matter-of-factly.

“Yes, actually you can accept my invitation to dinner tonight.” He smirked.

“I can do a lot of things for you Mr. Hemmings but that is not one of them.” You replied, staring him dead in the eye as you spoke.

“What? Why?”

“You told me you managed finances.”

“I do manage finances, I just happen to manage everything else as well.” He chuckled, clearly amused by the situation.


“So will you go to dinner with me? I know a great place I think you’d love.”

“Whether you’re Mr. Hemmings or just Luke, I will not jeopardize my future here for you. I am here to make sure your schedule is in order and your coffee is hot and in time I’ll learn from my experience here and benefit how I see fit. Thank you for the offer though Mr. Hemmings. Truly I’m flattered.”

He smiled at you as he leaned back on his desk, his hands in his pant pockets. “You’re a very stubborn woman you know that?”

“I know. But I think that quality will be able to benefit your company greatly, Sir.”

He stared at you for what felt like hours. narrowing his piercing blue eyes until finally he let out a breathy laugh. “Alright, well I’ll see you at seven o’clock tomorrow morning Miss. Y/L. Don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it Sir.”



Part 2

Hetalia Aesthetics Challenge // Character you’d date // The Netherlands

Je hart is zo dicht bij me maar het klopt niet.

Bath Time

Prompt: Hotch X Reader. Aaron walking in on Reader while shes in the bath, leaving a flustered Hotch and Reader, until Reader jokingly suggest that he should join. However he isn’t joking about it. Basically sharing a bath fic.

Requester: Anon

Warnings: None really. Fluffy bath sharing.

Words: 1,859

Keep reading

  • me: i physically need this person's presence and attentiveness in my daily life to function
  • logic: thus far they have only shown that they enjoy my company and care about me a lot so they must like me
  • person: *has life outside of me sometimes*
  • bpd me: they hate me oh my god they hate my guts they want nothing to do with me i'm useless and nothing to them i'm so annoying why am i never good enough i hate myself
“I’m pregnant, you idiot.” | a.i


“Ugh.” You muttered, sitting up in bed.

Awoken by the sudden feeling of sickness, you rushed to the bathroom, kneeling beside the toilet bowl. But once again, nothing came up. Just the usual feeling of nausea. This had been happening for the past 2 weeks. You thought nothing of it, but as the flu. 

Coughing up by the toilet bowl, you remained on the floor, holding your knees up to your chest. It was about 5 minutes later, when you heard Ashton yawning from the bedroom, his heavy footsteps creeping closer to the bathroom door. 

“Babe?” He yawned, stretching his arms above his head. 

“In here.” 

He sighed, taking in the sight of you curled up against the bathroom wall. “Sick again?” He half smiled. Nodding slowly, you wiped the corners of your mouth. “I probably should go to the doctors.” “Probably.” Ashton chuckled. 

“You know how I feel about those places.” You stuck out your bottom lip, as you lifted yourself off of the ground. Ashton held out his arms for you, a sympathetic smile on his lips. “I know, babe. But, you’ll never get better otherwise.” 

Walking you back to the bedroom, Ashton let you crawl back under the covers with the promise of breakfast in bed. The thought of food made you feel a little better, you had been feeling a lot more hungry lately. 

“Haven’t we got dinner at your mums tonight?” 

“Oh yeah. I can call her and tell her you’re not well, if you like?”

“No, no. Don’t do that. I’ll be fine.” You smiled. 

“You sure?” He crouched down beside the bed, playing with your left hand. 

“Yeah. It’ll be nice.” 

He kissed your temple, before heading off downstairs to make that promised breakfast. 

Throughout the rest of the day, you had the nausea sensation coming and going. Sometimes throwing up, other times nothing. With your appointment at the doctors not being until next week, you had to remain in the state you were. 

Ashton spent the entire day taking care of you, which included a lot of shoulder massages and he attempted to cook for you. Unfortunately it ended up being burnt. Or worse, uncooked. 

Come 6pm, you had to battle with the nausea and get ready for dinner. You sluggishly walked towards the closet, dragging your feet along the wooden flooring. Ashton was currently in the shower, his voice booming from the steam filled room. You couldn’t help but giggle, he would only ever sing that certain song when he was in his best moods. 

You pulled back the hangers, in the search for a dress that you hoped would be comfortable. You knew you didn’t have to get too dressed up, but you liked to make a good impression on Ashton’s mum. Even if she already did adore you. 

You finally gave in looking, and picked out your favourite dress you’ve owned for years. Slipping on your pumps, you styled your hair back and left the makeup at a minimum. 

“You take longer than me!” You laughed, as you heard Ashton heading towards the bedroom. 

“Hey. Some of us have to look good.” He winked. 

He stood behind you, with his arms draped around your waist, as you twirled on your heel slightly to get a better glimpse of the back of the dress. 

“Babe, you look fine.”

“I know, I just wanted to check. I feel a little bloated. Maybe I’ve eaten too much today.” You sighed. 

“Don’t be daft. You’re kinda hot.” 

Scoffing, you turned to him. Draping your arms around his neck. “Kinda, huh?” 

“You know what I mean.” He kissed your forehead. Squeezing you tighter in his arms. 

As you winced, he pulled back, looking at you confused. “You okay?” 

“Er. Yeah, yeah. My breasts felt a little tender, that’s all.” You furrowed your brows.

“Hmm. Weird.” He mirrored your expression. “I’ll be okay. Now get ready, or we’ll be late. Again.” You laughed, pushing Ashton’s arm. 

You got there 10 minutes late, but luckily enough, dinner hadn’t finished being set up. It gave you time to sit down and relax, catching up with Anne. 

“We really should do this more often.” She smiled at the pair of you. 

“I’d like that.” You smiled back. 

“Ash, go set the table will you?”

Ashton jumped up off the couch, heading towards the dining room. 

“Ash told me you’ve been feeling a little sick the past weeks?”

“Oh, yeah. I don’t know what it is, all I know is that I’ve been feeling nauseous, sometimes throwing up. But not always. I’m sure it’s nothing, probably just a flu.”

Anne stood up, peering through to the dining room, before sitting down beside you. 

“You sure? I mean, have you had any other feelings?” 

Feeling a little confused at where this conversation was going, you shook your head gently. 

“Nothing at all?” She raised her brows.

“Well. My breasts have been tender. I’ve been hungry, more than usual.. But like I said, it’s probably nothing.” You softly chuckled, trying to ease up the conversation. 

Anne, sat back on the sofa. Her eyes shifting from left to right before widening and looking back in your direction.

“Y/N? Could you be pregnant?” 

As soon as you heard the word, your eyes shot open. Immediately shaking your head, you began to furrow your brows.  Thinking back to the time this all happened, and if you had missed your period or not. 

Your eyes shot open, feeling that nausea feeling once more. But this time, you knew it wasn’t the sickness. But instead that gut feeling. 

“Oh my god. Am I? Am I pregnant?” Your mouth gaped, as you looked to Anne. A smile creeping onto her face, as she took a hold of your hand.

“There’s only one way to find out.” 

You knew what you had to do. You told Ashton that you just had to nip over to the shops for a moment. At first he had insisted that he would come with you, but Anne thought of some excuses as to why she needed him there, such as preparing the last bit of dinner. 

You kissed him on the cheek before leaving, and drove straight to the nearest shop. Which conveniently sold pregnancy tests. 

You looked at the range of brands that were sold there, furrowing your brows as you looked at each one carefully. That same nausea feeling hitting you. 

“Sheesh.” You muttered to yourself. 

A slightly older woman passed by, stopping as she heard you sighing. 

“Are you okay, dear?” 

You turned your attention to her, as you shook your head, slightly laughing. “I have no idea which one I go for.” 

Her confused stare turned to a warm smile, as she looked through the selection with you. Finally reaching her arm out she picked up one, handing it to you. “This one should do fine.” She smiled. 

“Thank you.” You sighed, a soft smile on your lips.

“I hope you get the results you want.” She smiled once more, before heading off in the opposite direction. 

You jumped back in your car, heading back to Anne and Ashton. You began to get lost in thought of what the end results could be. You hadn’t thought about starting a family with Ashton, it hadn’t been something either of you had discussed. You knew it would eventually come up in conversation, you just would have wanted it to be before you did find out whether you were pregnant or not. 

As you pulled up outside the home, you held the little box in your hand that would show you your future or not. 

Giving yourself a few more minutes, you took a deep breath and headed inside. Making sure to hide the box, as you searched for Anne. 

Immediately she came out of the dining room. “Hi sweetie, get everything you need?” 

Shaking the box behind you, she smiled, motioning for you to head to the upstairs bathroom. 

“Good luck.” She whispered. 

You were in the bathroom what felt like for an eternity. That small stick contained your destiny. 

Thoughts running back to how you could imagine the way Ashton will react. You could only hope for your sake that he’ll be excited. 

You couldn’t deny that you were a little excited too. You have been with Ashton since High School. Although you’ve never thought about the whole family thing, you knew he would make a great father. You watched him help raise his younger siblings. He was a warm hearted man, and you wouldn’t wish to start a family with anyone else but him. 

Time was up.

You took a deep breath, keeping your eyes closed tight as you held up the test. 

Slowly creeping your eyes open, you looked at the test. You could feel your heart thudding in your chest. 

You headed off downstairs, straight into the dining room where Ashton and Anne sat at the table. 

“Babe, you okay?” He stood up, a confused stricken look across his face.

Your eyes shifted to Anne, her brows were raised as her mouth remained gaped. 

Your eyes shifted back to Ashton, as he held onto your hands. “I’m pregnant.” You grinned, stray tears formed in your eyes, as the smile got wider on your lips.

Anne jumped up in joy, the same smile plastered on her face.

“What?” Ashton stood in shock, a little unsure if what he was hearing was actually what he was hearing.

“I’m pregnant, you idiot.” You chuckled, wiping the tears away from your eyes. 

His face lit up, as his hands grasped onto yours tighter. 

“You’re pregnant?! Oh my god, Y/N. You’re pregnant.” He squealed, bringing your smile to laughter. 

He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he spun you around. “I’m gonna be a dad!” He yelled. 

You couldn’t help but feel the butterflies swarm your stomach, this was the reaction you had hoped for. 

“We’re gonna be a family.” 

Ashton pulled you closer into him, the smile stretched from ear to ear. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You chuckled once more, as he picked you back up spinning you around. 

Awwwwwww. I thought this was a little fluffy :))) Ashton as a father is such a beautiful thing to think about. 

I hope you like it too! Gaahh, I really hope you do.

Let me know what you think :) 

I’ll be doing more like this for Luke and Michael too.

Thank you for reading!

I love you. 

lawlipopsicle  asked:

"This is not my style, but I had confess my feelings for you. I have been up for days staring at my computer screen, wondering what to say. But there is something most unsettling that has been stirring in my heart ever since I learned about you. I wish to learn more, even though I lack the ability to understand the feeling known as love...Is this love that I feel? I do not know, and I need to know. And if my suspicions are correct, then...I do. I love you."



Look! You even made me draw my avatar reacting. I wasn’t even intending to show him much here. Now that is an accomplishment! (?)

Somehow I'll make a Wolf outta You

A/N: Okay. This is my favorite song from the movie and probably one of my favorite of all time, so thank you. Also, I do not own Mulan or anything associated with it.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Anon said: “Roommates idea: Derek is in one of his really grumpy moods, and is making Issac and Y/n pay for it by being extra tough on them when they’re training and being extra harsh while doing it. In passing, y/n makes a comment to Isaac about how this reminded her of the Li Shang “I’ll make a man out of you” scene in Mulan, which sets them both off laughing. A few minutes after Derek tells them to shut up, one of them starts humming the start of the song, and the other joins in,(Second Message)-gradually getting louder until they’re both dramatically shout-performing the song together, while trying to dodge an extremely pissed Derek as he makes swipes at them while being all like ‘IF YOU DONT SHUT UP YOURE DEAD ILL GUT YOU LIKE FISHES OMG SHUT THE HELL UP I S2G’”


“Umph!” Your eyes went wide as you fell to the mat again, your breath being knocked out of you. Well, as much breath as you still had at this point.

Derek was pissed off at the world today, for who knows what reason, and you and Isaac kept exchanging looks every time he said, “Again!” As soon as one of you took the other down, sometimes letting out a growl of frustration.

As a result, you were both heaving just to get in any semblance of oxygen, and if that wasn’t enough, Derek’s attitude made you wonder if one of these breaths would be your last. If looks could kill…..

“God, just…. Just take a break, you two. I’m sorry,” Derek began to mutter, slamming the door open to the balcony before going outside.

You collapsed with a sigh onto the mat, practically a puddle of limbs, Isaac leaning against the pillar, laughing lightly at you.

“Wuss,” he breathed, and you lifted one hand limply, waving it in the air in a mock swipe of claws, letting out a half hearted, “Grrrrr,” making you both laugh. Well, as much as you could, more like breathy, wheezing sounds resembling some sort of amusement.

You sat up on your elbows and watched him sink down to the floor, using the pillar at his back for support. Your arms were shaking in your effort to support yourself.

“You remember that movie we watched last week?” You groaned as he tossed you a bottle of water, the impact of catching it nothing short of excruciating.

He knit his eyebrows together as he took a long swig of his own water before nodding. “Mulan? Yeah.”

“Well, all this,” you used an index finger to gesture to the mats, then between you and him, before holding it up in the air. “One second. I can’t do this anymore. It hurts.” You collapsed to your back, your shaky elbows giving way, and you moaned as Isaac laughed.

Rolling over to your belly you attempted to crawl, but were practically dragging yourself, over to the pillar, bumping him gently so you could each share half of the same side. He grumbled about, ‘Get your own’, but obliged, and you relaxed back beside him.

“Anyway,” you sighed in relief at the cold stone behind you. “It reminds me of that training camp song, you know the one where he is pissed and then finally at the very end they are all kick ass?”

Isaac had been sipping his water, nodding along, and at the last word, he spit it out with a laugh.

You grinned. “I mean, we are already kick ass, so, I don’t know where else we can go from here.”

“Yeah. So kick ass you can’t even get your own side of the pillar,” he mumbled with a smile.

You bumped him with your shoulder and he groaned, you winced, and you both fell to your respective sides, crumpled on the floor in laughing, moaning messes. “We’re roommates. We share, okay? You know you love me,” you wheezed out.

“Break’s over! Get your asses off the floor and do it again!” Derek said, barging back into the room off the balcony.

Moaning, you both rose to your feet, every muscle feeling just as heavy as before, but the atmosphere significantly lighter. Isaac offered you a hand, and you took it, rising from the pillar. “Come on, Roomie. We have work to do.”

You both grinned and walked over to the mat, ignoring Derek’s odd looks.

After you took down Isaac, you got an idea.

Slowly circling one another, he got a jump on you, and took you down. Ignoring his outstretched hand, you popped back up and began humming the beginning of the song. Isaac looked confused, then he had to stifle back laughter as you both began circling again.

“What the hell?” Derek asked? “Are you humming?”

“Yes, Derek. It helps me think.”

Isaac lost it, and bent over at his waist, resting on his knees for just a moment, calling for a quick timeout.

Derek eyed you both as he went to the kitchen while you both took swigs of water.

“Do you have a death wish?” Isaac asked, still chuckling.

“So are you saying you’re not going to sing, too?” You asked, eyes wide in mock dread.

He smirked. “Of course I am. But still…. He’s gonna kill us.”

You laughed as Derek came back in, schooling your features into a scowl, and watching Isaac do the same, one eyebrow cocked his only giveaway.

Soon, he began humming where you had left off, and Derek eyed him with a raised eyebrow.

You both started humming it together, even through takedowns and dodges, punches and kicks, even pinning the other down.

“Both of you stop humming. It’s weird,” Derek said angrily.

You both nodded, exchanging a look as you both started singing the chorus softly as you circled.

“We must be swift as a coursing river.”

“What the-” Derek looked between you two.

“With all the force of a great typhoon.” Both of you sang a little louder.


“With all the strength of a raging fire.” You were practically just yelling now, both of you grinning madly.


“Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!”

“Is….. Is that from the movie we watched last week?” Derek’s voice was menacing, putting it together.

You both nodded, Isaac starting to motion for you to stop, but you shook your head. “And we haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

Isaac looked at you questioningly, both of you standing still on the mat now.

“Derek’s solo.” You smiled proudly as you belted, “Somehow I’llllllllll make a wooooollllllllf outta yoooooooou!” You imitated a howl at the very end and Isaac fell to the floor laughing.

One quick look at Derek and your face turned to stone. “Isaac? Isaac get up.”

“Why?” One quick look at Derek and he was on his feet.

Derek’s eyes were glowing red, and he was huffing, trying to keep from shifting.

“Run,” you whispered to Isaac, making your way to the loft door, sliding it open, and scrambling down the stairs. Sharing a look, you both snickered and began to sing the song loudly once again as you heard Derek’s voice bouncing off the walls behind you.


You ran smack into Peter who looked behind you quizzically.

“Hey, Peter!” you said.

“Bye, Peter!” Isaac added as the two of you pushed past him, laughing again when you heard his cry of, “What did you two do now?!”

Don't mess with my car.

When I was in high school, my first car was a cheap little Geo that I’d bought with money I’d saved working my ass off at the neighborhood pizza joint. Obviously, it was nothing special, but it was mine and I was proud of it.

I lived in a very affluent suburb in the Midwest at the time though, and a majority of my peers drove much nicer cars – either daddy’s BMW, or a BMW daddy bought for them. I mean, everyone else didn’t literally drive BMWs exclusively, but you get the idea.

Anyway, I was a junior at the time, and there were a handful of bullies (seniors) who decided that because I drove a dated, inexpensive car, I deserved to be subjected to constant ridicule and harrassment. I was constantly being called “poor” and laughed at for driving “such a cheap piece of shit”. In reality, my family was actually decently well off. My parents could’ve bought me a brand new Mercedes if they’d wanted, but they came from nothing and wanted me to earn my first car. And being raised by them I was fine with that.

Anyway, let’s call the leader of this bullying group Tad. Tad was utterly obnoxious to almost everyone around him, but usually got away with it because he was A) attractive, B) a straight-A student, and C) a talented player on every sports team our high school offered.

The whole conflict started one day after school. I was in my little Geo, in the line of cars waiting to leave the parking lot. Tad was in front of me, in his Audi A4.

When we were nearing the parking lot exit, Tad stopped to lean out the window and chat to some of his friends. I had work at the pizzeria that day and was in a hurry, so being impatient, I sped around him. Tad must’ve interpreted my passing him as some sort of hostile affront to his ego, and sped up behind me. After finally turning onto the main road, he stayed right on my bumper and followed me to work. When I got out of my car, he leaned out the window and called me some names. I ignored him and went into work.

When I got out of work 4 hours later, I found both of my mirrors broken. I didn’t have proof, but I knew it was Tad. Luckily my parents felt bad for me and paid for me to have them fixed that week.

Next week, however, came the straw that broke the camel’s back.

It was a Friday and I’d stayed late after school working on a history paper in the school library. I happened to get out right after the lacrosse team had finished up practice. When I came out to the parking lot, I saw Tad standing next to my car. What was he doing? Taking a piss on the driver’s side door. Filled with rage, I ran after him but he managed to get to his car and peel out of the parking lot.

At home, feeling defeated as I washed his piss off my car, I decided revenge was in order. I didn’t know how, yet, but I knew an opportunity would come. And it did.

Two weeks later, word had spread around the school that this senior named Doug was having a big party the coming weekend. Doug was incredibly popular, and I knew Tad would be there. I also happened to know Tad would be driving his Audi there. And I knew where Doug lived, and that most of the people, Tad included, would be staying the night.

I enrolled the help of my two closest friends, Ben and Josh. Both hated Tad just as much as I did, though for different reasons, and were more than eager to lend their “help” when I told them my scheme.

The night of the party, we waited until 4 AM when we knew the party would be dead and everyone would be sleeping. We showed up wearing all dark clothes and plastic gloves. We found Tad’s car, and much to our amazement (and glee), he’d left it unlocked. We opened the doors and quietly went to work, trying to keep from laughing too loudly.

First, I pissed into the air vents. I got out, and Josh pissed all over the leather driver’s seat. Then, it was Ben’s turn. Now, let me tell you, Ben is a disgusting human being. He’s a loud, funny guy, all smiles and laughter, but he’s also just gross. Constantly belching and farting. And it always smells so, so rancid when he does. He’s the type of dude who takes pride in that. Ben pulls down his pants, whispers, “I wonder if he’ll be able to tell I had chinese food,” squats next to the car, and proceeds to take a shit into his gloved hand.

The smell is immediately overwhelming, and horrifyingly gruesome. It’s so potent you can taste it. Josh and I gag right away, frantically pulling our shirts over our noses and retreating from Ben’s vicinity. Josh can’t take it, runs over to a tree, and pukes his guts out. Ben laughs and says, “oh my god that is SICK, sorry!” While we’re watching from a distance in both horror and amusement, Ben takes his shit and just starts smearing it everywhere. All over the door handles, the steering wheel, the air vents, the radio knobs… He eventually starts gagging and coughing and retreats himself, but not before wiping his ass with the lacrosse jersey Tad had left in the back seat.

We couldn’t stop laughing on the walk back to Josh’s house, but once we were back, Josh made Ben take a shower (thank god).

The following Monday there were a lot of whispers going around the school. Here’s what I eventually learned happened:

  1. The morning after the party, Tad discovered the nightmare in his Audi, in front of everyone else who was leaving.
  2. Tad went into a rage, but apparently almost everyone thought it was the funniest thing they had ever seen.
  3. When Tad’s parents discovered what happened to the car they’d purchased for their son, they also discovered Tad had been to a party and had been drinking. I guess his parents were not cool with it – they took away his car for the rest of the year and Tad was told he had to ride the bus for the remainder of the year.
  4. His parents eventually gave him the car back several months later, but no one wanted to ride in “the shitmobile” because of what happened, and because he never got the smell completely out.

Tad’s bullying surprisingly died down a bit after that. He didn’t mess with my car again.

She doesn’t mind.

She didn’t care. She didn’t mind the rain that pelted from the sky forcefully, or the way her rusty bike threatened  to break under her weight as she rode. She would ride miles to confess a truth that she had held in for so long. Kate had already left for the airport, and Brooke couldn’t let her leave without telling her something that threaded at her fragile heart. Her lungs burned and her lack of air was just another thing keeping her from getting to her love, but she had to push through.

Brooke wasn’t surprised when the bike’s front wheel took a sharp turn and caught her off balance, metal squeaking and bars breaking as it fell on the concrete. It was just a pile of old rubbish now, something Brooke could relate to. She spun around and ran as fast as her pained feet could carry her. There was no time to slip up.

The building came into view, tall and covered in window panes that exposed people scrambling around to catch the next flight.. Kate’s flight.

If you mess up, this is the end. You have one fucking chance Brooke, go get her.’ the words were wisely said by Chloe Price, someone she usually didn’t like getting advice from.

She rushed through the front doors, pushing past strangers. There were too many people for her to catch up to Kate, who was already standing to board the plane.

Brooke looked up to see the Marsh family hauling bags over backs and heading further away from her.

“Kate!” Her voice was hoarse, more the less hopeful as she yelled across the distance between them.

She didn’t mind the glares, but what made her throat tighten is how Kate didn’t look back.. because her voice was weak from being shooken with sobs and she couldn’t manage to speak loud enough.

Fuck.. Fuck! Brooke, this is the moment you allow yourself to scream at the top of your lungs to get her attention.’ She shook her head.

This was the moment she ran up the stairs to pull Kate into a hug, but that didn’t happen. She troted up the staircase and ran to where Kate had been standing just moments ago. Brooke realized she actually had been lost in thought for a solid five minutes when she heard the roaring engines of a plane.

Brooke turned to face the window, bottom lip trembling as she watched the plane slowly gear up. One hand pressed to the window, while the other clutched her chest. There was a deep pain that wracked her body.

Her eyes clouded with tears, vision blurry as her head ached and she gained a sickening case of nausea.

“Fuck..” Her fist thumped against the large window.

She had made the worst fuck up of her life, and it was because she didn’t have the guts to confess her love.

Her chest shook with heavy sobs that seemed to heighten all of her senses, especially hearing. Through the rambling of strangers, a soft voice erupted from behind her.

“Brooke!?” Kate squinted as the other girl spun to meet her eyes.

“K-Kate!” A burst of adrenaline rushed through her body, arms wrapping around Kate’s waist in a matter of seconds and her dry lips against the shorter girl’s.

It was rather sloppy and shy for a first kiss, but it felt better in real life than it felt in her dreams.

Once she pulled away, cheeks a dark crimson and glasses fogged and coated with tears, she gripped Kate by the shoulders and stared into her bright eyes.

“I love you more than I love science and drones, and you know how much I love science and drones Kate. I-I know it was kinda stupid to run at the last second to tell you b-but I couldn’t let you leave–”

“Brooke, I couldn’t get on the plane.. I couldn’t leave you. I let my family get on without me, I need your nerdy quotes and the songs about the periodic table you sing in the mornings.” Kate said, brushing her fingers over the damp grey jacket Brooke wore.

“I’ll sing them every morning, just for you..” She breathed, impatiently pulling Kate in for another kiss.

Kate flushed dark, barely able to catch her breathe due to the amount of longed affection Brooke was paying to her.

She couldn’t help herself. She thought she had just lost the light of her life, the light that guided her through the darkest halls.

“How did you even get here?” Kate chuckled between kisses.

“On my broke ass bike, it was worth it though. Just for you Kho.” the taller girl responded, taking the heavy backpack away from Kate and putting it on her back.

Kate smiled at the nickname, she could really get used to that.

“I can agree.” The blonde smiled and leaned into an embrace.

When Brooke glanced down, she saw the tears that rolled down Kate’s cheeks as they held each other.

She didn’t mind.

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
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
“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

Your baby keeps kicking him (SHINEE)

Onew: -your baby was held on his side. She was kicking him really but she was moving a lot to the point he had to grab one of her legs to stop her- “sweetie calm down you’re too hyper”

Originally posted by sirjinki

Jonghyun: -your pregnant belly made things difficult to be romantic. Seeing as your son didn’t want his dad touching you. So everytime he hug you he was kicked pretty hard- “why is he so mean to me. I fathered him, he should respect me”

Originally posted by supemacky

Key: -he was cooking and his daughter sat in her high chair and he was standing next to him kicking away listening to him go on his way to make dinner- “yes baby this is dinner and I think you’ll like it”

Originally posted by itsjimin

Minho: -he was trying to act natural while his son was kicking him with most of his strength in the side while his little back was on the couch. So he tried to keep a straight face as long as he could- *gif*

Originally posted by mintokkies

Taemin: -your daughter kicked him while laying on his lap when he was paying attention to her enough. So when he was talking to the boys he received a hard kick in the gut from her- “oh my god. One second child daddy is talking. Then he’ll give you his attention”

Originally posted by leetaes