#imagine crawling out of the shadows for the first time and then like 5 min later while ur looking at the sky for the first time in ur life

[nightseeye]

Like mother like son!! Shadeshift... doesn't care for either of them tbh. Mostly because to bad first impressions (they wouldnt mind being picked up if either. Yknow. Asked first. And dont scruff them thats uncomfortable!!!)

Also some Shadeshift Edition(tm) of their favorite Phighters! They really only change minor details, so beyond the more obvious palette change to purple, its hard to tell them and the actual phighter apart (and even then theyre not always purple. Its just their favorite color!)

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Our College Years - Positive

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Collins, Misha Collins  

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Unexpected pregnancy.       

Word Count: 2300ish

A/N: This is my entry for @queen-of-deans-booty’s 2k Fluff Challenge. My prompt was a gif and it is under the cut.

It’s part of my Our College Years Universe but it can like all of them be read as a stand alone.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for betaing one for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You stared at the 5 pregnancy tests in front of you, all of them positive. You were barely a sophomore in college. The year had just started. You were supposed to be worrying about how to pay for the billion books you needed, not how you were going to afford strollers and diapers.

“Ohmygod Jensen,” you sobbed, as you let yourself fall to the floor in tears. You were alone in the house. Everyone else was in class by your design. You wanted privacy to take the tests but now  you were hyperventilating on the floor, convinced that your boyfriend was going to leave you. He didn’t need this. He was a junior, baseball star, who had worked his ass of to get to where he was. He was going to see you as the bitch that ruined his life now. The man you loved more than anything was going to leave you. You were pregnant and you were going to be on your own.

You fumbled through your pocket for your phone, pulling it out and calling the one person you knew would always be there for you no matter what.

“Mish…” you started as your brother’s cheerful voice sounded on the other end of the phone, but he cut you off instantly.

“Hi Y/N/N, I am just heading into class now. Did I forget something?” Normally you would have smiled at his assumption, but not today. Today you just needed your brother and you didn’t care what he was doing.

“Please come home Misha,” you spoke barely above a whisper and instantly you got your brother’s undivided attention. You rarely needed him for anything and he knew for you to ask him to return, just up and abandon class, something had to be seriously wrong.

“I’m leaving now Y/N. Are you okay Nips?” he enquired as you heard the muffled sounds of scuffling and swearing, when your brother started moving against the stream.

“Yeah… just come home, okay?” you begged, and Misha answered you instantly.

“20 min Y/N and I’m back there. I’m borrowing Rich’s car. I’ll be there soon,” your brother promised before he hung up and you curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, crying your eyes out.

You were still sobbing 18 minutes later when Misha busted through the front door calling out your name.

“Here,” you managed to answer meekly, but it was enough for your brother to instantly locate you.

“Jeez Y/N/N,” Misha fell to the floor sitting down besides you, pulling you up to sit beside him and hugging you tightly against his chest. “Are you sick? Do we need to call a doctor?” your brother worried, but you just shook your head, sobbing violently against his neck.

“Shhh shhh,” Misha hushed you and rocked you gently, rubbing circles on your back like he had when you were little, crawling into his bed after a bad dream. “I got you Nips. Whatever happened we’ll figure it out. I promise.”

Misha’s comforting words and warm embrace, slowly calmed you down enough for you to be able to point to the sink and the 5 tests lined up on the side of it. You felt Misha reach out and grab one of them, but you hid your face against his chest. You didn’t wanna look at them again, but more than that you were actually terrified of his reaction.

“Shit,” he muttered, causing you to start crying hard again and Misha instantly let go of the test letting it fall to the ground, wrapping his arms around you. “Hey. Nono, I’m sorry Y/N/N. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just surprised, that’s all. It’s okay. Calm down sis. We’ll figure this out okay?” he comforted you, returning to the rocking motions that had calmed you before.

After a few minutes your crying subsided to silent tears, “what am I gonna do?” you hiccuped against his chest. Misha pulled you back a little running his thumbs over your cheeks drying your tears as he looked into your eyes.

“How do you feel about this?” Misha asked you softly, and the feeling of panic rose inside you again. The fear of losing Jensen was overwhelming.

“Jensen he’s gonna…” you started before Misha interrupted you.

“Forget him for a second, Y/N/N. How do you feel about this? Do you want the baby?” Misha prompted you softly and you stopped crying. You froze. You hadn’t thought about that. You hadn’t allowed yourself to, but with Misha by your side you found your courage. As scared as you were of losing Jensen, you couldn’t imagine not having this baby. It was part of the two of you. A small life you had created, even if you hadn’t meant to, and now it was growing inside of you.

“Yes,” you breath out, scaring yourself with the certainty of those words.

“Okay. Good,” Misha smiled and you couldn’t help but return it, “I’m gonna be an uncle,” Misha beamed and you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped you, before fear overtook you again.

“Jay… He… what if he leaves me Mish?” you asked, starting to sob again, but Misha just shook his head, pulling you back against his chest.

“He won’t Y/N/N. He loves you so much. He won’t leave you and he won’t blame you if that’s what you’re thinking,” Misha knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was speaking the truth. He had never met a better man that Jensen Ackles. He had never once been worried about his sister spending time with him and not just because he knew she could handle herself. He hadn’t been worried because he knew she would be safe and taken care off, more than that he saw how much Jensen loved his sister. It was in the way he looked at her when she wasn’t watching or the way he always made sure she was taken care of before himself. Jensen wouldn’t leave her because of this. No matter how terrified he might be, he would be there for her every step of the way. Her getting pregnant at the beginning of her second year in college was far from ideal, but at least the dad was a good, loving man. Misha knew everything would work out fine, even if you didn’t in that moment.

“Do you want me to help you talk to him?” Misha offered, but you just shook your head no. This was something you had to do on her own and you had to do it soon. If he didn’t want you anymore, you needed to know. The doubt was worse than knowing, you decided.

“Can you call him please? Don’t tell him. Just ask him to come by before everyone else get’s home?” you begged and Misha nodded.

“I’m gonna call him right now,” Misha helped you get back on her feet when you started scrambling to do so. You took one of the pregnancy tests of the sink, clenching it in your hands, before taking a deep breath.

“I’ll be out back. Tell him to come find me. He’ll know where,” you said quietly, and Misha looked after you with worried eyes as you left the room. He got that you needed to be alone but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He was going to make sure Jensen got there and soon.

***

Jensen had dropped everything as soon as he got Misha’s call. He was heading from one class to another and he knew coach Morgan was going to have his head for missing practice, but he didn’t care. Misha had sounded worried out of his mind when he called him, only telling him that you needed to see him and that he had to get there as soon as possible.

Jensen had ran straight for his car, breaking more than a few speed limits, before pulling up in front of the house. He ran inside calling yours and Misha’s names, only for Misha to appear in from the kitchen.

“She told me to tell you she’s out back. She said you’d know where,” Misha explained without explaining anything whatsoever.

“Misha. What’s going on man?” Jensen demanded, but Misha just shook his head, telling him to go talk to you. Jensen practically ran through the house and out on the porch from where he had seen you the first time. He didn’t stop to reminisce, instead he continued at full speed up the hill towards the lookout you had dubbed your place after your third date when you had taken him there.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you, stopping in his tracks, watching you for a few seconds. He calmed his mind, relieved that you appeared to be alright, but he couldn't see your face. All he saw was the beautiful woman he had come to love more than anything, sitting alone, overlooking the view from the hilltop.  

Jensen took a deep breath, still more than a little worried as to why Misha had been the one to call him and why this had been so urgent. He slowly walked up beside her sitting down next to you.

“Hi Y/N/N,” he spoke softly, “you and Mish got me all worried there for a minute. Are you okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” you answered him quietly, only causing his worry to grow.

“That’s okay. Just talk to me huh?” Jensen scooted a little closer, but he didn’t touch you. He wasn’t sure what was going on, so he wanted to make sure you didn’t feel pressured by him.

You had no idea how to tell him so instead you opened your hands, slowly handing him the positive pregnancy test without really looking at him.

Jensen started down at his hands and the test you had just handed him. He froze, simply just staring at the two pink lines. His mind desperately playing catch up with his eyes.

“Is this… this is yours?” Jensen muttered and you finally looked at him, desperate for a reaction, but you saw none. His face was completely blank as he started at you. All you could do was nod, preparing yourself for the next question. A question that never came. You were sure Jensen was going to ask you if the baby was his, but he didn’t. Instead he posed the same question Misha had an hour ago.

“Do you wanna keep it?” Jensen asked, his expression still unreadable, and you felt the tears form in your eyes. This was it. He was going to leave you. Still, you couldn’t lie to him. You never wanted to lie to him.

“Yes,” you whispered, looking down to the ground between the two of you, preparing yourself. You just couldn’t look at him when he finished it. You still loved him. You would always love him.

“Wow,” Jensen breathed out and your eyes flew from the ground to meet his. You gasped, feeling as if the wind had been knocked from your lungs when you saw the huge smile on his face. He reached out pressing his hand against your flat belly, grinning at you. “That’s a little us in there.”

“Jay…” you gasped throwing yourself into his arms, almost knocking him over, but by some miracle he managed to catch you and stay seated as you clung to him for dear life.

“I was so scared that you were going to leave me… that you were going to be mad at me,” you sobbed against his neck, causing Jensen to hug you tighter.

“Hey whoa…” Jensen ran his fingers through your hair, “I’m not ever gonna leave you, sweetheart. Not ever.” He pulled back a little gently cupping your face and looking deeply into your eyes.

“Besides I got no right to be mad. These things takes two,” Jensen smiled, a happy genuine smile, “and mad is the furthest thing from what I am feeling Y/N/N. You’re having my baby. Our baby.”

You smiled a little, before all your worries came back to you and you started rambling, “but how are we gonna do this? School and your baseball? Having a kid is expensive and we are barely getting by ourselves. What are we gonna do Jensen?”

“Hey,” Jensen chuckled, pulling you back against his chest, “today we are getting you to see a doctor to make sure the little one is safe in there.” Jensen kissed your neck, making you smile. “Then we are going to spend the rest of the day being happy and tomorrow we’ll start figuring everything out.”

Jensen pulled back again to look down at you, the calm, happy look on his face was contagious, “and we will figure it out, Y/N.”

You reached up, cupping his face in your hands, causing his smile to grow as he saw yours, “God I love you so much Jensen,” you said, before kissing him so passionately, you made his head spin.

He pulled back with a dazed look on his face. “I love you too Y/N/N,” a cheeky grin slid over his face before he leaned down, pulling up your shirt, pressing his lips against your flat belly. “And I love you too, little one,” he hummed.

Your happy laughter sounded through the hills, as you lovingly ran your fingers through his short hair, listening to him speak to your unborn child. You didn’t know how you could have ever doubted him, and now that he was here with you, you knew everything would work out perfect. It would be hard as hell, but you had each other and together you could do anything. At least with a little help from uncle Misha.

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