we miss you too!

anonymous asked:

imagine dad! bucky being totally in love with your toddler son but the kid is a total momma's boy and won't leave you alone (hence why you haven't gone back to work). so the day bucky stays home while you work and your boy keeps crying for hours until bucky starts crying with him and calling you just to say "we both miss you too much please come home right now" 😫 and you can't deny your favorites boys so you come home and both of them stop crying 😂

omfg both of them crying, genius hahah 

Daddy Wednesday™

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·· I was under the impression that quinces were bow-and-arrow using savages…But after witnessing that, I guess they’re quite civilized… ··

                                                           - Happy Birthday @vegeet // 2.28.17

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our dearly treasured choi seunghyun,
we, your vips, will wait for you. just know we love and adore you and that we’re keeping you in our thoughts & prayers. please don’t worry about us too much and return to us safely. we miss you already. counting down til nov 2018.

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…I wonder if that was actually a good decision to make there, Kuroo

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It’s so nice to hear from you! We miss you just as much, trust me.

Since I’ve always got more to say, we were thinking that everyone might want to do a lil “Ask the authors” block this weekend, to start getting back on our feet a little. Work’s still crazy, Zelda hype is a little calmer, and we’ve started writing again. It is an addiction we can never quit.

So, mark your calendar and come up with some questions for us! This Saturday and Sunday! Asks done at author discretion, feel free to ask us what’s going on in our lives, in our writing, in our gaming. It’ll be a little more open a forum than the regular BA asks.

Authors - @nightmares06, @neonthebright and @borrowedtimeandspace!

Be sure to send us in asks, too! The flow of asks has tapered off quite a bit in recent weeks, we’re still open for them!

And, for a little update on everything else going on:

  • I finally broke my block with Brothers Apart! I managed to finish the second season finale! That puts Brothers Apart finished up through story 14 (barring any short stories that might crop up between now and when they post).
  • Once The Study of the Four, Bothering Bowman and Return to Oz post, we’ll have another poll and Brothers Apart will be in it! But it probably won’t hold a candle next to the horror story in the vote. Because let’s face it, the horror story has been waiting a very long time to go.
  • @neonthebright and @nightmares06 decided to focus on one AU at a time for a bit to scrape together the ideas we have mulling around. Currently, since BA finally got into the third season, we’re writing an extra special crossover, once more with our bbys. 
  • Brothers Consulted continues on, and we’d be lying if we said we didn’t have ideas for future superlock AUs…

art by @justanothergiant! <3

thehalcyoncalamity  asked:

a villain flirting with the hero 😏

1) “Oh, you’re so golden,” the villain purred. “All I can think is how good you’d look utterly wrecked. Dirtied up.”
The hero swallowed, eyes wide. 


2) “Are you going to put me in handcuffs? Tell me how bad I’ve been? Punish me to the full extent of the law?”
“Stop it.”
“Make me.”


3) “Look at you, all cute and righteous. I love this aesthetic you have going on.”
“I’m not righteous, I’m just right!”
“Of course, I’m still going to have to stop you. A pity really. The way you handled my men was exquisite, but all good things must end as they say. En garde then, hero?”


4) “You don’t have to do this, please,” the hero said. 
“Ah, but when would we ever spend time with each otherwise? I think I’d miss you too much.”
“You can’t be serious.” 
“You’ll never know.” 


5) “All this saving the world, you’re going to make me jealous.” 
“Maybe you should help me then so we can back to our regularly scheduled feuding.”
“Well, only because you’re pretty.” 

Hey sis,

I hope my letters have been reaching you and dad. Handwritten stuff’s never been super reliable, but I guess it’s all we’ve got these days.

Anyway, in case you haven’t been getting them, I want to say I’m sorry for leaving the way I did. I know you told me it was a reckless idea and after everything I’ve been through I can definitely say you were right. It’s been hard. On all of us. And I’m not just talking about the monsters we’ve fought out here.

Every step we made took us further and further away from the things we knew. And every morning, we woke up wondering if just over the next hill would be something good, or something terrible.

It’s scary, not knowing what’s going to happen next. And the things we do know now - just how bad it can get… it almost makes it all worse. 

You told me once that bad things just happen. You were angry when you said it, and I didn’t want to listen, but you were right. 

Bad things do happen. All the time. Every day. Which is why I’m out here. To do whatever I can, wherever I can, and hopefully do some good.

We’ve all lost something. And I’ve seen what loss can do to people. But if we gave up every time we lost, then we’d never be able to move forward. 

We’d never have a chance to see what beautiful things the future might have waiting for us. 

We’d never have the strength to change, whether it’s ourselves or the world around us. 

And we’d never be there for other people who might one day be lost without us.

This is what we were training for, Yang. To become Huntresses. To be the ones to stand up and do something about all the bad in the world. 

Because there are plenty of people out there who are still lost, and even more who will try to gain everything they can from their sorrow.

Believe me when I say, I know it can feel impossible. Like every single day is a struggle against some unstoppable monster we can never hope to beat. But we have to try. 

If not for us, then for the people we’ve already the people we haven’t lost yet.

I miss you so much. I miss Weiss and Blake too. But I think you’d all be proud to know that I made it to Mistral. All of us did. And we even ran into Uncle Qrow along the way. 

He’s going to take us to see Professor Lionheart, the Headmaster of Haven Academy. And, he told us some things that you’re going to want to hear. Things I can’t trust will make it to you in this letter. 

But maybe, if you joined us, he could tell you himself. With Beacon gone, they’ll need dad at Signal more than ever. And I know you need to focus on yourself before I can expect you to come out with me. But it sure would be great to get Team RWBY back together again.

Until next time.

Your loving sister,
Ruby Rose

P.S. I’ll be sure to give you the address of where we’re staying in Mistral. I’d love to hear back from you and dad, and I can’t wait to fill you in on whatever’s going to happen next.

Imagine Skyping with Jensen and Jared and Misha not leaving you two alone.

“Hey sweetheart.” Jensen’s face light up the moment he saw you on the screen and you grinned at your boyfriend-fiance too.

“Hey b-” before you could even say the second word, Misha and Jared came into view.

“Hey baby.” Jared said with a grin.

“Hey love, good to see you again. Am really missing you.” Misha gave you a pout as he rested his weight on Jensen who only rolled his eyes at his friends. You giggled at your friends behavior.

“Missed you too guys.” you chuckled, a hand resting over your sowllen belly as Jensen gave a look at Misha and Jared.

“Nice hirt you’re wearing sweetheart.” Jared winked at you and you laughed, looking down at your Always Keep Fighting oversized hoodie and you grinned at him.

“Baby Ackles supports it too!” you grinned rubbing your belly and he chuckled.

“Guys-” Jensen pursed his lips “Do you mind?” he motioned towards you- or at least the computer.

“Oh no, it’s fine.” Misha shrugged “You are not bothering.” and he looked at you as you giggled at Jensen’s expression.

“Guys I am kinda having a moment with my girl, here.” he sighed.

“So are we!” Jared said matter-of-factly and you chuckled, making Jensen giving you too a look at which you responded with only a shrug.

“Don’t be selfish Jensen! Sharing is caring!” Misha said as if it was the most simple thing in the world and you giggled loudly at the mortified expression on his face.

“Not when it comes to my fiance!” he exclaimed, his voice raising and octave and you chuckled.

Jared rolled his eyes and scoffed “Geez Jens relax we are not going to steal your girlfriend.”

“Not that we couldn’t, if we didn’t try.” Misha winked at you and you laughed when Jensen smacked the back of his head.

“Guys” you giggled “It’s ok, don’t tease my boy.” you smiled at the scowl on Jensen’s face “He knows I have eyes only for him. My heart will always belong to him, no matter what.” you smiled at the shy smile that spread on his lips “Plus- I’m sorry to tell you, but hard as you try none would be able to do the things Jens does to me.” you winked at him as his eyes widened.

“Ew (Y/n)-” Jared said as he and Misha made a face “I just ate breakfast, I don’t need to throw up.”

“Gosh I really feel like throwing up myself now.” Misha shook his head “I really- really didn’t need the images (Y/n).”

“Neither did I.” Jared shuddered unpleasantly.

“Well, now you know how I got her pregnant.” Jensen slapped their back with a satisfied smile “How about you get going now, before she gets into more detail?”

“Trying to get us outta here, Ackles?” Misha narrowed his eyes at his friend who all-but-wanted to shout at him the ‘yes’.

“Too bad cause it is not going to work.” Jared said with a smirk and Misha nodded his head as Jensen only slammed back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

“So much for some time alone.” he mumbled and you gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Technically- you are not so much alone with all these miles separating you.” Misha notted and Jensen gave him a side look.

“You don’t have to remind us.” you sighed a little sadly “Never thought I’d look forward to Christmas this much. Can’t wait to have you back home, baby.” you said softly to him, despite Misha and Jared still being there.

They had gotten used to seeing you share moments like this, hell they had even started them before you got together so you practically owed it to them. But the moment you got to spend close to your boyfriend were, unfortunately, very few so that didn’t leave any room for caring about PDA. You got so emotional whenever you were close, so who care about others being there.

“Aww baby- we missed you too.” Misha and Jared said in unison as they leaned closer to the camera and Jensen shook his head with a laugh.

“Pretty sure she wasn’t talking to you.” he gave them a look but then looked back at you and smiled softly.

“I promise I will be back soon, baby. We can decorate the Christmas tree together- The three of us.” he smiled, his eyes going glossy and it made your heart swell inside your chest.

“Yeah-” yous swallowed the lump in your throat “The three of us.”

.

..

“But if it was five you wouldn’t mind, right Jensen?”

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Just discovered these pictures of me from ClexaCon. I’m so happy they got a picture (technically two) of me and Dominique speaking together. *crying in gay* 

btw @theonewithpurplehair you’re there too!!

anonymous asked:

ok so this is probably stupid but: how do i avoid confusion (with pronouns and stuff) when writing a scene with two characters of the same gender? i'm trying to write a romantic bit with two girls and it's always "she said" "she replied" "she smiled" etc and it gets confusing even for me lol. thanks a lot!!!💖

Not stupid at all! This is a problem I have too because I don’t want to keep using their names!

The trick, I’ve found is variety. There are three main ways to establish who’s talking to who!

1. Body Language/direction! The lovely thing about writing two characters in close contact is that you get to use their placement as identifiers!

She slid her hands into the other woman’s hair.  “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she said. Her hands found the edge of a shirt and slipped underneath to bare skin. “So much.”

She drew her head to her shoulder, fingers still rubbing over the silky strands. The fingers at her back were tracing the scars there, sending pleasant shivers up her spine. “We won’t have to be apart again. Ever again.”

It’s still a little muddy (partly from not having named them before this example), but I’ve given each woman a clear action. One has her hands in the other’s hair, the other has her hands on the other’s back. Be careful to put the action WITH the person doing it. If Character A is petting someone’s hair AND speaking, those go in the same paragraph. As soon as Character B does anything, that’s a new paragraph.

Action goes with dialogue, that’s a key rule to avoid confusion!

2. Limited Point of View: There are two types of third person POV (he said/she said) that I work with: limited and omniscient. When you want to use pronouns instead of names, it’s much easier to use limited since, at that point, the other characters are defined by how one character perceives them. It means that there is one “main character” and one “main character’s [blank\].” For example:

She slid her hands into her lover’s hair. “I missed you.”

Her lover wrapped her arms around her, relief plainly written on her face. “I missed you too. So much.”

She knew that she must look just as relieved as the other woman. She welcomed the skin contact and drew her lover closer. “We won’t have to be apart. Ever again.”

This helps the reader “tune in” to what’s happening through one character’s eyes. They know what Character A is feeling/thinking/seeing, so they know that any “she” they’re commenting on is not the “main character.”

3. Repeated Description. This one is useful, but use it sparingly! Readers don’t like things repeated too often because it makes your work drag. Think of repeated description as a rule of three– if you use it more than three times in scene for one character, it’s probably too many times.

Green eyes traced over warm, flushed skin and her hands moved to caress the dark hair of the woman in front of her. “I missed you.”

The dark-haired woman wrapped her arms around the other, her own hands worming their way past cloth to feel bare skin. She watched green eyes droop with pleasure and relief. She began to trace the scars under her palms. “I missed you too. So much.”

“We won’t have to be apart,” she promised. Her green eyes slid shut as she drew the dark-haired woman forward to rest against her shoulder. “Ever again.”

The benefit to repeated description? It sounds way more romance-y. The downsides to repeated description? At some point your readers begin to shout “We know she has dark hair! Her eyes are green! We get it!” So use it responsibly.


So here are the three main ways I try to differentiate characters! Let me know if you have any questions :) 

Patater Week - Day 4

Feb. 9 - Alternate Universe – Soulmate AU, 2.4K (everyone has their soulmate’s first thought about them on their skin – both still in NHL - coda of sorts to Dot Your Ts and Cross Your Is


“You’re in a good mood today,” Jack comments, as slides in next to Tater in the nook.

“Mhm,” Tater hums and chews his sandwich. “I find soulmate,” he says, like he’s commenting on the weather.

Snowy and Thirdy look up from their breakfast, and Marty nearly snorts out his cereal. Guy pats him on the back a little harder than necessary.

“You found your soulmate, Tater?” Poots asks carefully. “Like, the one who said ‘You’re tall and hot, I want to die,’ that soulmate?”

Almost everyone’s seen that particular marking in the locker room, and though no one actually voiced it, a large majority of the team had covered up their jealousy with chirps. Who doesn’t want a confidence booster like that as a soulmark? Tater simply nods, and Thirdy flies up, excited.

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anonymous asked:

can you do a fic or imagine where josh is late to someone's funeral (like a family member or something) and realizes he wants to bring flowers so on his way he steals some from the readers garden!!! fluff if you can :) love you tay xoxo

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

Warnings: death mention, poor sappy sad josh. 

Note: I’m so sorry that I take so long to update and write. I’ve been in a bad place lately, but I’m trying to pull out of it. You guys are the best, thanks for sticking with me through all this stuff and being so supportive!! honestly idek what this is, I wrote this half asleep all while eating an unhealthy amount of pasta, so please excuse the inevitable typos that you will find. But anyway here’s a kinda sad, kinda fluffy mess of a fic. 

Josh is late. In every sense of the word, he is so late. He’s even still in his work uniform, grey polo shirt scratching uncomfortably under his rain jacket. His hands are freezing and he doesn’t even have any flowers. Ashley is going to be so mad.

He’s power walking, well aware he probably looks like a mom tracking down six kids in a crowded mall (thinking of that makes his heart clench in his chest). There’s one more street to walk down–he refuses to drive there, it makes it feel too real. He stuffs shaking hands in his pockets and turns the corner.

Josh doesn’t have flowers. He’s visiting for the first time since it happened, he’s late, and he doesn’t have flowers.

He’s a block away when he sees them, the roses growing almost chaotically over a small light pink fence. He stops and looks down at them, then around. No one’s watching, so he crouches and picks a decent handful, murmuring a few sorries as the stems snap. He notes the house number and reminds himself to write a thank you note before standing up and continuing on his way.

Everyone’s already there when Josh arrives, eyes watery from the wind. Ashley gives him a look that would’ve been terrifying if not for the red around her eyes, and Josh mouths his apology while passing out hugs.

With a deep breath he crouches and places the six roses at the base of the polished stone. “Hi, mum.” Josh whispers, pressing a kiss into his hand and then to her name. “Sorry I’m late.”

I miss you. I stole these flowers for you, the old lady they belong to probably noticed already. My boss gave me a few extra sick days because she knows. I’m tired of everyone knowing. I love you.

It happens seven times in the course of two months, and Josh really doesn’t mean to make it a habit, but he can never seem to remember the flowers until he’s well on his way, and there are so many of them in the garden that he hardly feels bad. He never got around to writing the note.

He’s sitting in front of the grave with a bunch of daisies. “The girls miss you.” Josh says quietly, arranging the flowers nicely along the stone. The white is almost too bright to look at. “We all miss you, mum.” He whispers, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “Today at work a girl brought in her therapy dog. She was behind the counter with me and her dog—I can’t remember it’s name, but it spent the whole time licking my shoe. Reckon he knows, too? Anyway, it was nice. Maybe I should get a dog.”

Josh never means to cry but he always ends up doing it. It takes about twenty minutes for him to be able to breathe again, then he says goodbye and walks the three blocks to his car.

He usually visits once a week, sometimes one of his sisters comes with him. If it’s Abigail, they go get ice cream after. If it’s Ashley, which it usually is, they get coffee and don’t talk about it.

It’s running on month six when Josh sees her. He’s holding a beautiful bunch of chrysanthemums by his side, when he notices that there’s someone in the window holding the curtain aside. They make eye contact, and Josh feels very guilty. She doesn’t look angry, although there’s a noticeable furrow between her eyebrows. She’s wearing a cotton bathrobe and holding a mug of coffee. Josh could use some coffee.

He doesn’t know what to do, so he just smiles and holds up the flowers. Then turns on his heels and walks as quickly as he can.

“It’s not an old lady, mum, it’s a girl. She saw me today, caught me red handed.” Josh mumbles, laughing a bit to himself as he clears away some old flowers and places the new ones. “She didn’t do anything though, so I think I’m okay.” His voice cracks as he says it, and then, as usual, starts crying.

It takes two more times for the rightful owner of the flowers to confront Josh about his thievery.

Josh’s on his knees, picking some cute purple flowers when he hears her voice.

“Um, hello?” Josh nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Oh shit.” Josh says, looking up and feeling his heart sink. “Right. I’m sorry I just–your flowers are very nice.”

She smiles and crosses her hands over her chest. “Thank you.”

Josh’s still kneeling, hands shaking where they’re holding stems. She has long, dark hair and a sort of crooked smile on her face. Neither of them are saying anything. She’s wearing an old shirt with a hole near the hem. Josh’s hands are sweating.

“You know, if you’re going to steal my flowers to take to your girl, I think I’m going to have to come with you to make sure she’s beautiful enough to warrant theft.” She says, oddly calm and good natured.

Josh doesn’t know what to say. He just nods, trying to ease the panic rising in his chest.

“Add a few roses.” She orders, and Josh nods, picking a few and standing up, finally. “I’m Y/N, by the way.“ She says, extending a hand.

Josh smiles and shakes it. “Josh.” She smiles at him one more time and then they start to walk.

She pesters him with questions about his imaginary girlfriend, and Josh tries to answer them in the vaguest way possible, all the while trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to explain this when they get to the cemetery.

“Did she like the daisies you picked last time? I always thought those were more of a flower you give your mum, but I guess they’re nice.” she babbles, and Josh almost chokes.

“Yeah, um. Yeah.” he says, his heart racing in his chest. The small side entrance is only a few meters away, and she still has no idea. Josh doesn’t say anything as he walks through the gate, holding it open for her, who immediately stops talking as well.

The silence feels like a heavy blanket, and she just follows Josh as he makes the walk now committed to memory. Josh almost forgets she’s there, dropping to the probably permanently grass stained knees of his jeans and managing a smile. “Hi mum.” He places the flowers around the base of the stone, like he always does. Josh jolts when he feels a hand on his thigh, near his knee. He follows the arm up and meets her green eyes. Josh hadn’t noticed her kneel, too.

“Josh…” she whispers, obviously surprised. Josh doesn’t blame her.

“Don’t.” he says quietly, sniffling and looking away from him. “I brought someone with me. She’s the one I’ve been stealing all the flowers from.” Josh says, smiling a bit and he hears Y/N mumble a soft hello. “She hasn’t called the cops on me yet, which I guess is good.”

He takes a shaky breath before getting choked up. He puts his face in his hands and this was always just a part of his agenda, but the arm around his shoulders is new.

She starts talking.

“The first time I was sitting in my kitchen and I was like oh god do not pick the hibiscuses, they’ve got bees. But he didn’t, he chose some tulips instead.“ she laughs a little, and Josh almost starts crying again. “Between us, I hope he never stops.” she whispers, and Josh knows he wasn’t meant to hear it. There’s a lot he wasn’t meant to do.

Josh sniffles loudly and sits up to wipe his eyes. Her arm is still around his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” he says out of habit, as he’s been doing every time anyone’s seen him cry since October. She just shakes her head and uses a thumb to wipe a stray tear.

“Don’t apologize.” She says, and puts her hand back on her own lap. Josh wants to tell her to put it back. “I’ll um, give you some privacy.” She says, standing up and brushing her jeans off. “And, Josh, you’re welcome to my flowers anytime.” She says, giving him a bright smile before walking away.

Josh doesn’t watch her walk away. He turns back to the gravestone and sighs. “She’s kinda nice isn’t she mum?”

Josh can almost hear his mum yelling at him. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

He kisses his hand and presses it agains the warming stone. “I love you.” He gets up, not bothering to dust off his knees and all but sprints back out to the sidewalk. Josh jogs down the road and turns the corner, smiling when he sees her walking peacefully down the street.

“Hey!” Josh yells, picking up to a run. She turns, and stops walking, looking surprised that Josh is running after her.  

“Let me, um, buy you lunch.” he says breathlessly.  “Figure I owe you one, since I’ve been stealing your flowers for months.“

She smiles and nods.  “Yeah, I guess that’a fair payback.”

They talk as they walk to her pick of café, and Josh feels lighter than he has in months.

They walk back to Y/N’s, and she makes Josh promise to close his eyes as she grabs the spare key. It’s painfully adorable.

“Wanna, um come in?” she asks, looking down at her feet as she says it. Josh’s cheeks go hot at that, being suddenly floored by how pretty she really is.

“I-” Josh starts, before checking his watch,. “Really need to be heading home.” He tries not to let the way her face falls hurt his feelings too bad. “I have work in like, an hour, so.” he explains, and she nods.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Maybe another time.” she says, eyes wide and hopeful.

Josh grins. "Definitely. I’ll call you–or you’ll see me in your garden, either one.” He throws in a wink and leans in to peck her cheek before turning and walking down the street to his car.  At the corner he turns and finds Y/N still standing in her doorway.

It was not a good day. Josh has been avoiding sleep because every time he closes his eyes at night,  he can’t stop picturing the time he showed his mum how he could climb the tree in the backyard. He fell on the second branch and skinned his shin and elbow. She patched him up and bought him ice cream, and then they watched movies until Josh fell asleep against her on the couch.

He sighs and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. He’d stopped crying about an hour ago, now he’s just staring at his ceiling with his eyes burning. It’s four thirty. Sleep is definitely out of the picture, so Josh grabs his keys and does the only thing he can think of.

He picks seven roses on his way, hops the fence, and finds he can still cry, forehead pressed against cold stone.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, but when he opens his eyes, the sky is more grey than black. “Fuck.” He curses and rubs at his stinging eyes. “Sorry for swearing,” He whispers, laughing a bit. “I’ll be back soon, I love you.”

He stands.  It’s about to be five in the morning, and Josh really can’t see himself driving all the way back home. He doesn’t quite know what to do as he walks back, but then he sees the garden, and finds himself knocking on the door.

It takes a few, but Y/N does open the door, hair a mess, grey sweats hanging low on her hips. “Josh,” She says, surprised. “What are you doing here babe?” she asks softly.

“Couldn’t sleep. Needed some flowers.” he mumbles, blinking a few times to try and get rid of the blurriness creeping across his eyes. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course.” she says without missing a beat, and Josh sighs, relieved. He toes off his sneakers at the door and lets Y/N lead him through the house.  He can tell that Y/N wants to ask, but doesn’t.

In fact, she doesn’t say anything, and Josh finds that oddly comforting, she just sits next to Josh on the couch and keeps her hands curled in her lap.  

“I took some roses again this morning,” Josh admits.

“What color?” is all she responds with.

“The white.”

“That’s the best kind,” she assures him. You can keep helping yourself to those.” she says, leaning over and poking into Josh’s side. “Think of it as my gift to your mum, too.”

That makes Josh tear up a bit.

“I should go,” he says, not wanting to start crying in front of her for a second time.  

“Oh,” she says, sounding almost disappointed.  “Right— okay.”

Josh stands up, his chest feeling tight and his thoughts racing.  But in the midst of the chaos, he hears her voice.  Clear as day; the reason behind his messy, illogical mind. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

Josh turns suddenly then, and takes a step closer to Y/N, so he can hold her hands in his own. “Can I take you to breakfast right now?”

She beams at him, dimples drilled into her cheeks as she nods in agreement. She hurriedly finds shoes and a jacket, stopping at the door to lock the door before following Josh out. They walk to his car hand in hand, and it all feels so right.

They get pancakes, and Josh kisses the whip cream off her lips. People give them looks as they laugh obnoxiously and fond over one another. Josh doesn’t care.

He wakes up the next morning in a bed that isn’t his own and to the smell of bacon. He smiles to himself. “Are you ever going to let me make you breakfast?” he asks, laughing a little when he sees Y/N standing in front of the stove.

“Maybe, if you ever wake up before me.” she says, looking over her shoulder and smiling at Josh.

They sit down to eat breakfast on Y/N‘s couch, blanket pulled over both of them, and it’s home.