they sleep across from each other on the bus!!!!!

Escape: the residency years

First thing in the morning.  That’s what the box said.  

She sat there waiting for the result.  She dared not touch it.  The instructions said it needed to lay flat for the duration of the time. 

She watched the stopwatch app on her phone.  It was the longest two minutes of her life.  

In her heart of hearts, she already knew.  She was a doctor, after all.  Her gag reflex was on high alert making brushing her teeth darn near impossible.  She felt fatigue at every turn. She just felt….off.   

She peeked over at the stick as if it were dangerous.  She tried to pick it up, but her hands were shaking so badly she couldn’t hold it, so she set it back down.  

Disbelief, followed by sheer, utter joy.  A grin split her face. 

“JAMIE!”  she shouted. “JAMIE!”

Jamie stood at the bottom of the stairs.  He was afraid to go up.  Afraid of what he’d see. He knew her body had changed. Even if he were blind, he’d know it. He touched his wife far too often not to notice the tenderness, the fullness.  He desired her constantly, so he knew the rhythm of her body well.  

Yet, he’d had his hopes dashed before.  

“THERE ARE TWO PINK LINES!”  

He jumped.  That was good, right?  Ifrinn, he couldn’t remember.  He ran his shaking hands through his hair.  

Should he believe it?  Should he trust it?  He’d read about the false positives.  

The thunder of running feet over his head was a testament to Claire’s excitement. She skidded to a halt at the top of the stairs, dressed in one of his old tee-shirts, and those damn pink knickers he’d first seen her in.  Her hair was a wild mess of curls not yet tamed from sleep, face flushed with elation.

She brandished the plastic stick like a sword.  

“I want it confirmed by a doctor,” he said, brows drawn together.

“Bu- but, I am a doctor!” Claire insisted. “You bloody, stubborn Scot.  They’ll do exactly the same thing in an office!”

“No offense, Claire, yer but a resident.”  

“James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser,” Claire said, tone incredulous. “You did not just say that.”  She’d chalk it up to nerves. Or shock. 

They stared at each other across the expanse of the staircase.  He tried to stay calm.  When she started to giggle he couldn’t hold it together. His mouth twitched with just a hint of a smile.  When she laughed outright, it was music to his ears.  He couldn’t help but laugh with her.  

And with that he sprinted up the stairs, two at a time, caught his wife around the waist, and spun her around, peppering kisses all over her face.  


Ifrinn, he was nervous.  

She wasn’t.  She was as certain as she could be.  His fingers tapped restlessly on his thigh.  

She reached over and lifted his big hand into hers, linked their fingers together. He risked a glance at his wife.  She was smiling softly, relaxed and serene.

Her thumb caressed his hand.  He cupped their hands with his bigger one.  He couldn’t stand it.  How long did this take for God’s sake???

She lifted their hands and kissed his knuckles.  He took a deep breath.  

She nodded, and he nodded back.

And then the door opened….

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Fraser.” said the Obstetrician.  “You’re expecting.”


Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 3)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 1284

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, sex

[Part 1] [Part 2]

PART THREE

You hold your breath, waiting for Auston to move, to say something else. The air around you feels like it will burst at any moment.

His hand moves from you ear to cup your jaw. His thumb rubs gently across your cheekbone, and you close your eyes, savouring his touch.

Before he can do anything else, before he can lean across and close the distance between the two of you, you whisper: “Auston.”

“Yeah?” His voice is low, raspy.

“Not now. Not like this.” You open your eyes to look at him.

For a second, a flicker of disappointment crosses his face, but then he nods. You’re both drunk. “Okay.”

“We should probably head back anyways.” You hit the home button on your phone. “It’s already 1am and we have a morning skate again tomorrow.”

He groans, rubbing his face with his hands. “Don’t remind me.”

You stand up, shoving your wet feet into your flip flops. You hold out your hand and help Auston up. He wobbles slightly.

“How much did you have to drink?” you tease him.

“Oh, shut-up. I’m a big guy, I can handle my liquor.”

“Yes, you big strong men and your beer.”

“Somehow I don’t think you mean that as a compliment.”

You laugh, and after he slides his shoes back on, you two begin your way back to camp.

When you reach the end of the dock, Auston stops.

“What?”

Auston doesn’t say anything, and you look up at him, confused. In the dark, you can barely make out the flush that has spread across his cheeks.

“I’mscaredofthedark,” he says so low and quickly you don’t understand at first.

“You’re scared?”

He nods quickly, avoiding your eyes. Your heart squeezes.

“Okay - okay, that’s fine. I’m here.” You reach over and grab his hand and lace your fingers through his. “I’ll lead the way.”

He grips your hand tighter and nods. Then, the two of you walk, hand in hand, all the way back to the campgrounds.


When you reach the middle part of the path that separates the male cabins from the female cabins, you give his hand a squeeze before letting go.

“I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” You shove your hands in the pockets of your jean shorts and rock back on your heels awkwardly.

He coughs. “Um, yeah. I guess you will.”

“Goodnight, Auston.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He smiles softly, and you turn around, creeping quietly up the stairs to the cabin.

The room is dark, and you blink several times as your eyes adjust. You can just make out the sleeping form of Steph curled underneath her blanket.

You quickly pop over to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and your hair before sneaking back to the bedroom and climbing into bed. But apparently you weren’t as quiet as you thought you were, as Steph turns over on her side to face you.

“What time is it?” she asks sleepily.

“I don’t know, like 1:30 or something? Sorry for waking you.”

You hear her comforter shift as she moves. “Nah, I was in one of those half-dream, half-awake kinda states. Couldn’t really sleep until I knew you were back safe.”

Guilt overwhelms you. “Listen, Steph…”

“I’m sorry.” She beats you to it. “I know how important hockey is to you, and I know making the CWHL has been your goal since you were a toddler. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Steph, no. No, I’m the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that and accused you of being lazy and not working hard, because you train harder than anyone I’ve ever met. You inspire me every day to be a better person. I just…I need to find a balance between life and hockey. I get it now. I really do. And I’m -”

“Y/N, I forgive you.”

You blink back tears you didn’t realize had welled up in your eyes. “You do?”

“Yeah, you big idiot. You’re my best friend, I’m not gonna let some stupid fight come between us.”

“Thank goodness. I’d thought you’d hate me forever.”

You can’t see her face, but you know Steph is rolling her eyes. “Never. Hockey buddies forever, remember?”

You reach across the dark stretch of space between your beds and hook your pinky finger with hers.

“Hockey buddies forever.”

You roll back over onto your back, tired and ready for sleep. You close your eyes and feel yourself begin to drift off.

Steph has other plans, though. “So where did you go anyways? I didn’t see Auston at the bonfire.”

“Hmm, strange,” you mumble, feigning nonchalance.

“Yeah, it certainly is strange, considering you weren’t there either.”

“Very strange.”

“You’re gonna tell me, right?”

“Mhmpf.”

“Y/N,” she says sternly.

“Okay, fine. I’ll tell you, but in the morning. Just let me sleep.”

Steph makes a satisfied noise and you snuggle deeper into your comforter, pretending that the soft cotton is instead a set of strong arms wrapped around you.


Morning comes much too early, yet again. You wake to the sound of your alarm blaring across the room, feeling groggy and disoriented after barely four hours’ sleep. You and Steph get up, take one look at each other, and say: “Coffee.”

After rushing through getting ready, you and Steph quickly grab two cups of takeaway coffee from the mess hall before racing onto the bus last minute. The driver glares at the both of you.

“You’re late. Next time, I’ll leave without you.”

“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” you apologize.

“Better not.” The bus driver humphs and turns away.

You and Steph roll your eyes at each other and make your way to the back to sit down.

You’ve not taken more than two sips of coffee before Steph demands you tell her everything that happened last night.

“There’s really not much to tell,” you say, hoping she’ll give up and ask you later when you’re more awake.

“Liar. You’re blushing again.”

“No I’m not!” you deny, even though you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “I’m just getting all red because you’re confronting me about nothing!”

“Uh-huh. So kissing lover boy counts as nothing?”

“We didn’t kiss!”

“Oh, so you were with Auston last night. Now you’ll admit it.”

“Keep your voice down,” you whisper, looking nervously around at the other girls on the bus.

Steph grins, having way too much fun embarrassing you. “So what did you do then?”

“We went for a walk.” You stare straight ahead, trying to avoid eye contact and accidentally prolonging the uncomfortable conversation.

“Where?”

“To the dock.”

“And what did you do by the dock?”

“Talk.”

“About what?”

“Hockey.”

“Seriously, that’s it? C’mon, there’s gotta be more to it.”

“Nope. It was strictly platonic, just two people chatting by the lake.”

Steph narrows her eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

You turn to look at her, putting on your best straight face. “We talked about hockey, and how he broke his femur last year, and how he also struggled with balancing life and hockey. He gave me some really good advice actually.”

“Oh,” Steph says, her face surprised. “Oh. None of my drunk conversations with a boy have ended up like that.”

“That’s because every boy you talk to when you’re drunk is a fuck boy.”

Steph frowns, considering this. “Yeah, why do I do that?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I don’t know Steph, I don’t know.”

“I’ve got to get better at finding nicer guys, who don’t just want to get in my pants and actually want to talk to me.”

Alexis, hearing the tail end of your conversation, leans across the bus aisle. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

[Part 4]

Cherry (Part 27)- wolf!jikook story

Throughout the next two years, life is great and simple. The original trio stays best friends, Jimin still dislikes Yugyeom, and Tae’s the pastor for each of the weddings. It’s all fine and dandy, as Jungkook’s choir teacher likes to say, even better than he’d expected.

Friendships usually fall apart when people grow older, don’t they? Maybe Jungkook’s stupid for thinking it would happen to them. Or maybe he’s just watched too many sad movies.

Now nine years old, Jungkook very much enjoys school. Jaebum and Yugyeom are his best friends in the fourth grade, causing mischief in their classes and being praised for their excellent grades. The teachers tell his mother that he’s too loud and rambunctious at parent-teacher conferences, but they also mention that he’s an excellent student.

For his high grades, once his parents treated him to Culver’s and he’d ordered off the adult menu. How cool it was, proudly showing off his medium cup and huge sandwich to the world!

For him, it marked his transition into adulthood.

“Look at you, all grown up,” Jimin had commented after the meal, when Jungkook had arrived home and crawled through his window. Instead of the bed, they were in the closet, kissing. It’s a good place to show their affection, for it muffles the sound of their sloppy kisses and heavy breathing all the while hiding them from their parents. They’ve become a lot more strict about their no kissing/marking policy.

It’s crowded and hot in there, but it’s the only place Jungkook feels most comfortable when Jimin’s slipping his hand underneath his shirt or marking his neck. “I wish I could see you at school.”

“I know.”

It’s too bad that Tae and Jimin transferred to the middle school across the street. Even though they don’t see each other at school anymore, they still ride the bus together.

Usually Jungkook’s sleeping on Jimin’s shoulder, eyes hurting from the math problems and English submersion classes, or listening to music. Taehyung’s always singing, standing up, getting yelled at by the bus driver or all three at the same time. On the other hand, Jimin’s always talking to someone, whether it’s from the original trio or not.

If Jungkook considers himself popular (which he does), then Jimin’s mega popular. Everyone wants to make plans with him, have a conversation or sit by him on the bus. Which Jungkook doesn’t have a problem with, since most of the time he’s sleeping or messing around with Tae. Anyways, Jimin kept his promise, sitting by Jungkook each day due to their “bus buddy” status.

Yes, they’re growing up, but they’re still best friends! It’s going to stay like that, too.

Every week Jungkook and Jimin spend a day just talking and catching up with life. Usually it’s about school, growing up, or weird parents. It always ends in a sweet kiss that has Jungkook’s ears perked and tail curled.

This particular talk has Jungkook’s mouth popping open, eyes wide. “Jimin, we can’t talk about that stuff! It’s weird.”

“Body science is weird, Guk,” Jimin agrees, nose wrinkling as a butterfly flits by, “but they want us to learn about it.”

For the past ten minutes, as they slowly swing and eat fruit snacks, Jimin’s been telling him the things he’s learned about in body science. It’s disgusting talk, but Jungkook can’t help but feel a little bit curious.

“They told us about something only male Alphas can do,” Jimin whispers softly, a mischievous grin on his face. “The upperclassmen say it feels really good. Mark was telling me about when it happened to him, and he says I should do it as soon as I can.”

“What?” Jungkook whispers back. What could have Jimin smiling like this? “Kissing?”

Throwing his head back, Jimin laughs loudly, voice echoing throughout the quiet backyard. “No, no! It involves sex.”

“I thought kissing was sex.” Smiling when Jimin kisses his cheek, Jungkook shrugs, a little embarrassed.

“I can’t handle you sometimes. You’re too cute,” Jimin pets his ears, laughter still evident in his voice. “But no, kissing isn’t sex. They’re both very different things.”

“Okay. Then what are you talking about?” If only Jungkook knew what sex was!

“You really wanna know?” Jimin teases, causing Jungkook to wildly nod his head. “It’s very grown-up, y'know. Only older people can do it. Mark’s sixteen and he said he could!”

“Tell me!” Jungkook whines, on the verge of growling.

“It’s called,” Jimin lowers his voice, lips against Jungkook’s ear, “knotting.”

anonymous asked:

Random prompt (if you want): Nursey and Dex have to share a bed there was a mix-up at the hotel for an away game

It’s past midnight by the time they get back to the hotel, and the entire team is dead on their feet. The game tonight had been a brutal back-and-forth that they just barely pulled out in the second overtime period. It was a good game, and they played well, but Dex can’t even be happy about the win when he’s this tired. Lardo deals out room cards as they get off the bus - one for each pair of roommates. Nursey grabs theirs for them and together they grab their overnight bags and make their way into the hotel and to their room.

“What the fuck?” Nursey curses as he opens the door. Dex is confused until he walks in behind him and notices the single queen bed in place of the two twins they usually get. Nursey starts muttering under his breath and is pulling out his phone and Dex is just so fucking tired and that bed looks nice and he can’t deal with the half-hour ordeal that he knows switching rooms will be.

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boys walk in on a cute moment?

hell yeah im emotional so this is gonna get mushy

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so with ashton aw ash would be so cute bc hes such a cute person so you two would be sitting on the floor in your kitchen with pictures of the two of you laid all across the floor bc you wanted to put all of the ppictures in order so ashton would just pick up a picture and smile and you’d look at it and be like awwww i remember that and then he’d be like i love moments like that with you and he’d put his arm around you and pull you into his side and then say i just love spending time with you and calum and mike and luke would be standing in the door way of the kitchen bc they have a key to your house and let themselves in just to hang out and then mike would be like awwwwww and interrupt yours and ash’s intense stare down and calum would probably do that thing where you cough and say something at the same time and be like *cock block*

then theres calum hmmmm you two would be lying in your bed after having sex bc why not and you’d be cuddling and stuff and you two would be playing with each others hands by like intertwining your fingers and then pulling them apart and you’d just keep doing that but both of you would have the biggest smiles on your faces bc you two just loved moments like these where you had no worries at all and then luke would just walk in and be like calum where are your headphones i lost mine and then he’d look around and blush bc your thong is on the door handle of his closet and his boxers are draped over his computer and he’d stutter oh sorry and right as he was about to leave the room he’d see calums headphones with your bra on top and say ew and then he’d probably get the chills bc ew and leave

you and mike would be watching tv and you wouldn’t be sitting on the couch, he’d be sitting in front of the couch ((on the floor)) but leaning his back on the couch and you’d be sitting in between his legs and you would be watching the tv but he would be playing with your hair but then after a while you’d sit up and turn around and face him and you guys would be face to face and you’d lean your foreheads against each others and your noses would be touching and right as your lips were about to touch ashton would barge in and scream GROSS and then leave

luke aw my bae well you two would be sitting across from each other ((on a tour bus lets say in the back where the couches are, right next to the bunks)) and you two would each have a bucket of grapes and you’d be throwing them across to each other to try and get them in your mouths and you’d have been doing this for hours and as you were getting low on grapes calum would scream from the bunks stop giggling and being cute and get your asses in bed its like 2:30 in the morning and i’d really like some sleep

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michael and calum sleep across from each other on the bus :) they probably sneak into each other’s bunk late at night when everyone’s asleep to whisper about how they think the show went and talk about how far they’ve come wow i cant believe this is real

5SOS Imagine - You're on Tour With Them

Requested: yessiree

Author: Julia

Notes:

  • this was written kind of quickly and i’m sorry it’s not my best work!!!

“Thank you all so much, good night!” you said into the microphone as your drummer finished off his eternal drumroll. You ran off stage and began frantically searching for your best friends, who were the four members of 5 Seconds of Summer.

“Y/N!” you heard a familiar voice call out. You turned around to see Ashton Irwin, the drummer of 5SOS, fixing his earplugs, holding his drumsticks under his right arm. “You did so well, as usual. I’m so glad that we got you as our opening act on this tour.” 

“Thanks, Irwin,” you said, high-fiving his gigantic hand. “When do you guys go on?”

He pulled his phone from his back pocket (which was almost impossible, considering how tight those jeans were) and checked the time. “Ten minutes.” 

You heard three other voices come around the corner and saw Michael, Luke, and Calum, the ones you had both been waiting for. You embraced all three of them and held it there for a good five seconds. “Nervous, Luke?” you asked, noticing his jumpy aura. 

He shrugged, trying to play it cool. But you knew your best friend Luke too well to know that he was always nervous before any show.

“You’re gonna do great,” you said, putting your arm around the back of Luke’s waist, as you wouldn’t even attempt to reach his shoulders. “All of you.”

“We know,” Michael and Ashton said in unison. They were both such little shits, and you were used to their overconfident attitudes before gigs. 

A man came over and tapped on Calum’s shoulder, telling him “five minutes until showtime.” Calum nodded and you all knew what to do. The boys stood around in a huddle, with you at the center. They were all nervous, you could tell (even Ash and Mikey). You knew they would never get used to the amount of fame and fans that they had. You stood in the center of the circle made up of your four best friends in the whole world and made sure that they all knew how good their show was gonna be.

When the huddle was over, you watched the four of them get in their places. Luke flashed a look over at you, and you gave him two thumbs up and a toothy smile. The boys knew they could always count on you backstage to make them smile or laugh during songs. 

About halfway through the show, Luke stopped the set and started to talk. “I think we’re gonna try something different tonight…” You were worried he was gonna end the show early or try a song that they hadn’t practiced. Instead, he said, “I want to bring Y/N back out and perform a duet that we’ve been practicing in our free time.” You were taken off guard, but hey: why would you turn down a duet with your best friend in front of 10,000 people? 

“I don’t know if any of you guys have heard this song we’re gonna cover, how many of you know The Maine?” As soon as he said that, everyone erupted in screams and you knew exactly what song Luke was going to start strumming on his guitar. When you were both seated on stools in the middle of the stage, angled towards each other, he started. “Oh, it’s safe to say I knew it, yeah I knew it all along…” Every Road was your favorite song by The Maine and you two always practiced it while you were alone together. You were surprised by how well both of your voices sounded together. It sounded like they were meant to sing together.

At the end, you heard the familiar howl from the crowd and hugged Luke, saying, “You did amazing, dude.” He pulled away and looked you straight in the eyes, winking. “You did better.”

You walked off stage and waited for their set to be done. When they came off, the five of you rushed to escape the stadium to get to the tour buses before you were stampeded.

You all got back to their tour bus, which you spent all of your time in except when you were sleeping (only because you weren’t allowed to sleep in the same bus as the boys). After a few minutes of mindless chatter about the show, you all squeezed into two bunks across from each other, you with Michael and Ashton, and Calum and Luke across from you. It was too tight for the three of you not to be on top of each other, which was okay with everyone involved. You loved to cuddle with all four of them and they did with you, too. You spent the rest of the night watching stupid YouTube videos, playing Cards Against Humanity, and practicing new covers with Luke. You loved these boys so much and knew that nothing would ever come between your friendship.

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