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Prompt : With the girls from the Omelia group chat we were talking about the 12x21 scene where Maggie and Meredith caught Owen and Amelia at the couch naked, and given that we also know that Zola took a glimpse of them lying naked together there… the prompt is: Can someone write something related with Zola asking Amelia what they were doing there?

I’ve read @ailingnoor fic and loved it so I thought I would have a go at the prompt as well - enjoy!

After all of the pestering and jokes she had endured all morning at her own expense Amelia had silently decided she had had enough. Yes, her sisters had seen “Major Hunt reporting for duty” but after what felt like 100 jokes, even Hurricane Amelia was beginning to feel a little embarrassed. Miraculously neither she nor her sisters had run into Owen all at the same time, which was the only thing her dignity was holding onto to, al be it by a very thin thread. With her lunch break looming she decided that she would go and visit one of her favourite people in the world, and someone who she was certain would not want to talk about her and Owen and his ‘thing’. Zola. She noticed that Meredith and Maggie were both in surgeries meaning that she would have her little niece all to herself.

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My Boys: Beneath the Surface - Chapter 2

Chapter one is HERE

Thank you @jia911 for proofreading this for me :)


My Boys – Beneath the Surface: Chapter 2

“Owen, you have to hurry up,” Amelia demanded, following her husband through the crowded ER. “We’re going to miss our flight!”

The trauma surgeon stopped walking when he reached the nurse station and put back a tablet with patient files at the same time he turned around to face his wife.

“I’ve been paging you for the last two hours saying I was ready. You never replied,” Owen reasoned, signing lab orders. “Now that I’m needed on a case you want to go?”

“I was stuck in surgery!” Amelia justified, once again hurrying to catch up with him. When she saw her husband was reaching out for another patient file, she took the object from his hands without ceremony. “Delegate it.” She commanded with her best bossy voice. “There’s a possibility of a tropical storm hitting the East Coast and it wouldn’t be surprising if the flights got cancelled when it does. We have to leave today.”

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anonymous asked:

Omelia first baby: girl or boy and why?

I think a girl, but I choose girls as living first-borns pretty often. Part of the reason I love a girl first for them is because it will give Amelia a chance to experience parenthood without feeling like she’s replacing her son. I don’t think, even if she had another son, that he would replace her unicorn, but it would be easier for her to adjust to a pregnancy with a girl. 👶🏻

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Three Months

This prompt was sent in:

Amelia hates her body after pregnancy and feels self conscious about herself and refuses to sleep with Owen or something fluffy/smuttyyyishh

Another very similar prompt came in and requested it with angst so this is angsty, fluffy and smuttyyyishh!

It’s been three months since the birth, over three months since we’ve properly had sex, and I miss her. It’s the same most nights- we go to bed, I sit with the light on and she lies facing away from me, and when I decide to join her in the land of sleep, I’ll curl up behind her. She used to love spooning. She’d pull my arm in as close to her as possible and I’d be able to feel every part of her body against me. But now, as soon as I curl into her, she’ll sleepily move an inch out of reach.

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A Day Out


This would be the first time Amelia got the chance to hang out with her best friend since the battle. A fact she was a bit more than a little disappointed about. That was okay though, since they were finally do it. “Quinn,” She exclaimed and ran up to hug him, “I missed you. You know, you could always come and see me. We are, after all, in the same camp. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”

My Boys Drabbles - Back to the Start (Part One)

Hey Guys,

since this plot is too detailed to be a one shot, I’ve decided to make it a short multi-chapter (maybe 3-4). Thanks to my Usain Beta @jia911 whose amazing skills are always of great value to me :)

This story is from the series My Boys Drabbles but it can also be read as a independent one shot.

  • The Prompt:

@june-louise asked for a story where Owen would get hurt/sick and Amelia would act strong while being terrified of losing him.

This amazing prompt made me think of an idea I had when I was first writing My Boys, but for some reason never went through with. I hope you guys like it.

  • Timeline

This story sets 9 months after the end of My Boys: Better Days. 

Back to the Start - Part One

“Do you see that one over there?” Thomas pointed to a puffy dark cloud “It looks like a garbage truck.”

Owen cracked up and agreed. He was lying down on the grass of his backyard with his two eldest sons, examining the afternoon sky while trying to name shapes from the dark, heavy grey clouds that gathered in the sky.

“That one over there,” Lucas pointed, visibly bored “Looks like a thunderstorm.”

“Don’t be a killjoy,” Owen reprimanded him, seeing how Thomas was enjoying their game and Lucas wasn’t. He loved being outdoors, and he stimulated the boys to be there as much as possible too.

“When is mom coming home?” Lucas asked, tilting his head to examine another cloud “I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry,” Thomas pointed out, very wisely.

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The Ginny/Amelia ship was just cranked up to 10.

A whole episode largely dedicated to their back story and how they met.

Amelia being depressed and sad about her husband leaving her and seeing a news story about Ginny and being inspired.

She said she came to Texas because Ginny needed her but it’s she who needed Ginny. (and her not being forthcoming about that to Ginny because she didn’t want to appear vulnerable to her because she needs to always be confident and powerful in Ginny’s eyes so Ginny never second guesses taking a chance on Amelia or worse loses trust in her😢)

The fact that the way it happened -her sitting in a meeting, hating her life, looking up, seeing Ginny, seeing her way out in Ginny, giving up EVERYTHING in an instant - makes them seem fated to be in each other’s lives.

Granted, she definitely does still see Ginny as a walking dollar sign but now we kinda get where that desperation comes from. She’s on her own, she quit her agency. Aside from that, it’s just her job. Can’t be mad at it. It may take a while before we see their friendship develop.

tl;dr? That storytelling was gay as hell. I’m excited. I want these two to be close and complicated. I know they’re not going to be romantic. I don’t need that to appreciate it.

My Boys: Better Days - Chapter 8

Hey Guys,

Since it took me a while to post the last chapter, I thought you guys deserved a faster update this time!

Here goes! thanks a lot @jia911 for the fantastic work!

My Boys: Better Days - Chapter 8

Owen slowly gained consciousness as he felt the soft touch of Amelia’s wet kisses on his jaw, waking him up from a deep sleep. Still with his eyes closed, he smiled lazily, enjoying the idle circles her fingers were drawing on his chest.

“Hey,” He turned his head to the side, finally opening his eyes to meet hers.

“Hi,” Amelia whispered when she moved her head closer to his, touching his nose with hers.

“How did you sleep?” Owen reached for her hair, gently pulling a lock off her wonderful face. He used his thumb to brush her skin gently, loving how delicate she felt to his touch.

“I had the best sleep I’ve had in weeks,” She confessed and moved one leg to the top of his hips, feeling Owen’s other hand immediately capture her naked thigh.

“You did?” He raised an eyebrow, too proud to hide it. Owen leaned in and kissed her gently, “You look beautiful,” He noticed the glow in her blue eyes.

Amelia smiled tenderly at him, hugging him with both her arms. Owen glanced over at the window, it was still dark outside. The clock on the nightstand confirmed his suspicion; it was barely past 6 am.

“Babe, why are you awake?” Owen chuckled, moaning in protest to the early hour “It’s six in the morning on a Saturday, go back to sleep,” He felt her entangle her arms on his neck and pulled her nearer, closing his eyes as he buried his face in her chest.

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Brigham (part 11)

Apologies, this took me ages. I got hit by writers block, just about managed to write a long and ridiculous update before scrapping the whole thing and writing this. It’s VERY vital. This is set immediately after part 1 so perhaps refresh your memory…

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

3 days before the wedding…

My forehead is leaning against the cold surface of the mirror in the fitting room and as I think back on the past year I stare at the shell of a woman I’ve become. A knock to the door behind the mirror startles me and I roll my eyes, knowing it’s probably my mother or one of the drunk bridesmaids coming to check on me. When I open the door to Dot Darlington, I’m a little taken aback.

“Hi Dot,” I smile, although she looks unconvinced.

“Amelia dear,” the elderly lady says, using her soft chocolate eyes to comfort me the same way her son does. “I need a word… do you mind if I come in?”

“Uhhh, no, please,” I answer, moving back from the doorway so she can get past and take a seat on the small armchair in the corner.

“I’m not sure if it is my place to say this or not but I feel somebody has to. And I’m not sure if the others in that room can even see it or not… You look unhappy,” she states.

“Dot-” I begin, sitting on the chair beside her, but she cuts me off.

“Amelia, I’ve known you for a few years now. I’ve known you when you look happy, sad, disappointed, scared, irritated… I know your mother has seen all these things too but perhaps she is a little too excited about the wedding to notice,” she explains. “My son is everything. He means the world to me, and I really do not want to see him get hurt. And I know you don’t want to be the one to hurt him either.”

“I don’t Dot, I promise-” I try, but again I am cut off. It’s like she’s had this speech stored up for a couple of months. Time-wise, that would make sense.

“Do you love Luke?”

“I do, I love him so much. You have no idea how much he means to me,” I almost beg for her to believe me. I’m assuming this is some sort of pre-wedding threat, the kind that a father of the bride is supposed to give a groom.

“Do you love Owen?” she asks.

The colour has just drained from my face and my heart palpitates suddenly. How does she know about Owen? I know her and Luke talk pretty much every day but I always leave the room or immerse myself in a book. I presumed they were talking about family stuff, not personal Amelia-Luke stuff. Her smile is still soft; there’s nothing cynical or threatening about it.

At the mention of Owen, my mind flickers back to the sight of him falling to the ground of the ER and bleeding out from the shot to his chest. I think about how suspicious Luke got over the following weeks due to my extra time ‘at work’. He had every right to be suspicious of course because I wasn’t working, I was actually doing everything in my power to keep Owen alive.

Of course he would have spoken to Dot about it… He’d probably also let her know about me getting suspended for tricking an intern into giving me Owen’s stats once his mother had banned me from seeing him. I wonder if he told her about the time he found me sleeping on Owen’s hospital bed, cuddled into his side. What if she knew about the huge fight we’d had when I had finally admitted that I’d known Owen for years and that we had dated at Harvard?

How much did she know?

“I told Luke to give you an ultimatum about a month ago,” she reveals when I don’t answer her question about Owen.

“That was you?!” I frown, things beginning to click into place. Luke wasn’t the kind of guy to give ultimatums. He preferred to talk everything through and sort things out. But after a few days of me sleeping at the hospital in the skylight room, he’d lured me home with a false emergency and then given me the “It’s me or him” speech before leaving for a week-long conference.

“That was your chance Amelia,” she tells me. “That was your chance to figure this thing out… the things flying around your head right now? They were meant to be sorted a month ago, not three days before your wedding whilst you’re trying on your gown for the last fitting…”

“I know, I know,” I croak, unable to keep the bubbling emotions at bay. “It’s just-”

“You don’t want to hurt my son,” she continues, “but what you’re doing is stringing him along Amelia. That is selfish. You don’t want to hurt him because you’ll feel guilty but in the long run… You will hurt him more. If you get married and stay with him, you’ll be hurting both of you.”

By the end of this, I’m crying. I can’t help the break down because I know she’s right. Part of me knows that I don’t belong with Luke. I love him, I really do. But it’s not as much as Owen. That fate thing keeps niggling at my core and is stopping me from ever fully letting Owen go.

“You risked your life, your career, your friends… you risked it all for Owen, not Luke,” Dot confirms my thoughts. “I know this kind of love… And when I was given the ultimatum, I chose wrong. I chose my Luke…”

“W-What?” I stammer through the free-flowing tears.

“Amelia- I’m going to share something with you that nobody knows,” she says, taking my hand into her lap and holding it tight. “I was dating Luke’s father and when our lawyer came by to sort out some paperwork for the house, who should turn up as his assistant? None other than my high-school sweetheart. As Norman became more and more obsessed with his job and I was left alone at home, sometimes days at a time, Daniel- my ex-boyfriend- would arrange times and places for us to meet. I loved them both, and when Norman proposed to me, I gave myself an ultimatum. And I chose Norman, and we had Luke, and we… We were happy. We are happy. Follow your heart, not your head Amelia.”

“But you haven’t hurt Norman by staying with him,” I sniff, “Have you?”

“No… but I’ve spent my life thinking about Daniel, and what could have been. I wonder- what if I’m happier in that alternative universe where I chose him,” she says wistfully. “You don’t want to live a life full of ‘what if’ questions.”

I park in the basement of our apartment block, taking extra time to prolong my time alone. I’ve been in my own world since my chat with Dot. In fact, it’s a miracle I even managed to undress myself, make conversation over dinner, and then drive my mother, Dot and the bridesmaids home. Drunkards.

I suppose I should get this over with. Bite the bullet and all that…

I take the lift to our apartment, the pinging of each floor making my stomach lurch. As the doors open and I see the corridor, my mind becomes blank and I lose everything I’d planned to say. All I can feel is the acidic feeling of dread rising up my oesophagus.

“Hey babe, how was the dress fitting?” Luke asks as he hears me open the door.

“It was fine,” I dismiss, fear and sadness making every movement slow and reluctant. I eventually reach the bedroom doorway, “I need to tell you something…”

actually i think sam only being able to understand hunting as “live fast, die young” is something he’s been dealing with since way, way, way back. i’ve written about this before in reference to sam’s love life, but sam’s always held the hunting life at one extreme, and anything else he could possibly want at another:

  • to hunt, he sends sully away; 
  • to go to college, he leaves hunting and cuts all ties with his remaining family (though john plays a major role in that decision); 
  • returning to hunting in s1 is necessarily paired with the loss of jess, who symbolizes everything that sam likes about his stanford life; 
  • as lucifer brought up just an episode ago (which sam is dreaming about to this moment), sam abandons hunting entirely to live with amelia, no chance of researching purgatory on the side.

he even projects this onto dean, asking him, before he jumps into the pit, not only for dean not to look for a way out for him, but also for dean to leave hunting and live with lisa. hunting is dangerous, sure, but to sam, it’s more than dangerous; it’s devouring.

but that’s not actually true. hunters have kids (like krissy, or aileen–though i don’t think her childhood would be a model of good hunter parenting–or even jo and mary campbell). hunters have jobs (like jody and donna) and support systems (like garth’s network, or the men of letters). hunters die of cancer.

and none of this is new. in fact, thinking of jo and mary as hunters’ kids has driven home to me that hunters have found ways to live full lives way before the carver era, that this is more of a mental block that keeps sam from fully envisioning a future where he could be happy (and he has accordingly been struggling with suicidal thoughts since he started the trials) instead of a lack of evidence. this is what sam overcoming would look like: hunting’s in more than his blood, it’s in his heart (it does make him feel better about lucifer), but it doesn’t have to be the only thing he cares about.

just like it’s not as though he has to cut off ties with dean entirely to end the oft-harped about cycle of codependency; it’s just that dean can’t be the only person in his world.


OKAY SO. Today an anime store an hour and a half or so from me was having a big pre-Black Friday sale at their warehouse. They wanted to clear out some stock before the next con year started, so we drove down there to take advantage of it. They’re one of the few anime stores in the country that still carries a lot of cels, and so naturally I went for the Slayers cels. A friend spotted this one and showed me, and HOLY SHIT. My FAVORITE EPISODE and still one of the funniest things in the series. And since this was a pan, probably the only cel of this picture that exists? It’s listed as an A-1 (which means a ‘key cel’).

I had to jump it, and I am psyched because even though, of course, it doesn’t actually have any of the main characters on it, it is the BEST THING EVER. And in great condition/with all the layers (the background, foreground, and the original sketch- where the picture frame looks quite different from the final product!). It was also well under one hundred dollars, which is great for a key cel with all the layers. 

I am so hyped. DRAGON CUISINE!  DRAGON CUISINE! I cannot wait to frame this WORK OF ART and display it on my wall.  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Rescue You [epilogue]

So oops I forgot to post the epilogue on Friday so happy smut Sunday everyone! Enjoy the actual final chapter of Rescue You :) thank you all for reading. I absolutely loved writing this story. It’s a favorite. Hopefully there will be a sequel in the future. :)


Amelia lifted the cardboard box into her arms and carried it across the grassy driveway and up the steps on the deck.

It had been one hectic month since her non-wedding, and after that disaster, everything had finally fallen into place. Everything finally felt normal.

Meredith had returned. She fled to San Diego for a year to have a baby. A baby that looked just like Derek, only female, which in turn ended up looking very much like Amelia, herself. And the blonde had moved back into her mother’s house, which led to Amelia and Owen and eleven month old Olivia carting boxes into the dream house Derek built.

Amelia finally found a place to call home. For the past month, the three of them had been living with Meredith in the crowded dream house. Four kids and three adults did not help one’s sanity. And any chance they got, both Owen and Amelia snuck out to the trailer to get some well needed solace after Olivia was asleep.

But the day Meredith announced she was moving back to her mom’s old place, Amelia jumped at the chance to buy the house from her. The two signed the deed, transferring Amelia and Owen’s names to any and all documents before handing them keys to the place they basically called home for the past year, anyway.

So, there they were, carting the rest of their belongings into the house, rearranging pictures and adjusting furniture to where they wanted it. Making the house their own.

Amelia placed the last box down into their bedroom, choosing to make the master bedroom, Olivia’s nursery, since they were already living out of the room Amelia took over a year ago.

She took Owen’s clothes out of the box, placing them into the dresser where they rightfully belonged and closed it, turning to find him standing in the doorway.

“So…” He trailed off.

“So?” She questioned.

“So, Olivia’s sleeping, and we finally are moved in. And I believe we haven’t christened the house as our own?” He toyed, stepping close to her, shooting her a dangerous smile.

The corners of Amelia’s lips turned up in a smile and she grinned, a flash of mischief crossed her eyes. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, she tugged on it, walking backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed. She sat down, laying back and pulled him down over her.

Owen supported himself, hovering over her, dipping his head down and dotting kisses all around her face, making her laugh.

Finally she’d had enough, grabbing the back of his head and forcefully holding his face in front of hers, giving him a hungry kiss. She pushed her tongue between his lips, exploring his mouth as her legs came up behind him and wrapped around his waist, locking her ankles together.

Owen pressed himself down on top of her, running his hands along her sides, under her shirt before he broke apart the kiss to yank off her shirt. His lips returned to hers as soon as her shirt was discarded and tossed across the room.

He took one of her breasts in his palm, kneading it roughly as he tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth. He slipped his hand under her bra, feeling up her chest as she tilted her head back, moaning in pleasure.

Her back arched, as a wave of pleasure coursed through her. Owen slipped a hand behind her back, unhooking her bra and slipping it from her body, giving him easier access to her front.

His lips trailed down from her lips to her neck, nipping gently on the flesh, and soothing it with his tongue until he reached her breasts. Amelia tangled her fingers into his curled hair, tugging on the strawberry locks, moaning as his tongue worked around her peaked nipple. Pinching it and twisting it all the right ways.

He trailed his tongue down the cavern between her breasts after a while, reaching her navel, swirling his tongue around the divot and across her washboard abs. Even after a pregnancy, she was still so toned, and limber.

Sitting up, he hooked two fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants, pulling them down her long legs at a tantalizing pace. She tried to get him to move faster by wiggling out of them, but with every move she made, he slowed his even more.

Finally reaching the end, he crawled back towards her hips, finding her without anything underneath and pressed a kiss just above the dark little patch of curls lay.

Amelia grunted impatiently, already wet beyond belief and her arousal peaked. She needed him inside of her, now.

Gently, he parted her legs with his hand then letting it fall to the apex of her thighs, sliding one finger between her legs, coating him with her arousal. Amelia shivered at the touch of him. His hands were warm and comforting, and she felt him slide one long, thick finger into her, pumping it back and forth into her, curling inside of her.

His ministrations sped up, and without warning he slipped another finger inside of her, alongside the first, spreading her wider. Amelia lifted her hips, opening herself more to him and he breathed in her scent.

Her left hand was on her breast, pulling and tugging, pinching the hardened peak as her right hand shot down beneath her. With her forefinger and thumb, she circled her clit, sending shivers up her spine as her nerves stimulated further, sending her into a state of overdrive.  

Owen pulled her hand away, and removed his own, replacing his fingers with his tongue, darting his tongue between her lips. His teeth grazing against her and bringing her to the top. Then suddenly it all stopping, and he stood up.

Silently, he walked over to the bathroom door, entering and leaving the door open as he undressed and turned on the shower. His backside was to Amelia as she watched him step into the steamy shower.

She frowned, sliding her hands down to her hot core again, feeling just how close she was before and being denied.

She huffed, getting up from the bed and joining him in the shower.

The spray of the water hit her back as she stepped into the porcelain shower, steam encompassing her whole body as she pressed her body close to Owen’s.

“I was waiting for you.” He spoke, rubbing his rough hands along her body.

“That was so mean.” She whined.

He shrugged, taking a step closer to her, making her take a step backwards and hiss as the cold shower tiles hit her back. He turned her around, pressing her further against the shower, the cold tiles now against her front as his warm hands slid up and down her back. His hard erection pressing up against her backside.

He then took a step back, pulling her with him, giving him room to run his hands up the front side of her body and slipped one between her legs again. He ran his fingers along her wet folds before tearing them away and reaching above her head for the loofa and soap.

He held the loofa in one hand, squeezing a generous amount of soap onto it and lathering it up, running it up and down her back and around her front. She hummed in content as he dragged it across her chest and then down her stomach, kissing her neck in the process.

She turned, facing him and taking the loofa from him, repaying the gesture. She stepped into his arms, his member sitting snug against her stomach as she reached around to his back, running the sponge across his sculpted back while he tangled his fingers in her hair, locking her lips between his.

They stepped apart, and Amelia then drew the sponge to the front, running it from his chest down to the V of his pelvis and back up to his chest, then leaning against his chest and pressing a kiss to his lips.

She turned back around, hanging up the loofa on the rack before feeling his hands run down her back, helping the soap disappear. He cupped the bottom of her butt in his hands, kneading it softly and pressed himself alongside the curve of her ass. With one hand, he grasped her throat, tilting her head back towards him, giving himself easier access to her neck as he sucked on it.

He then reached between his legs, guiding himself between her, and bending her forward a bit, his hand on her neck dropped down to her stomach and supported her weight as he eased into her gently, her walls clenching around him. Her walls pulsated and throbbed as he dug his fingers into her hips, pushing himself deeper and deeper into the cavern of her core.

She bent forward more, her walls opening up further to him and he sank into her, filling her to the hilt as he pressed against her g-spot. He then picked up his pace, slamming into her, the only sounds between them were moans of pleasure and the smack of wet flesh against one another.

His hand dropped further down her hip until it met with her core, fingering her clit between his digits. He twisted the nub, rolling it between his fingers, stimulating the bundle of nerves, making shivers run down her spine.

He could feel himself tighten against her, and his paced quickened, trying to bring her over the edge with him. He could hear her moans of pleasure colliding with the thud of the water falling onto the floor beneath them. Her walls tightened around him, spasming as her body convulsed, bringing her over the edge. He could feel her legs giving out on her as he held her up in his arms so she didn’t fall. With that, he let go, spilling himself deep within her, kissing the back of her neck as he released.

“I love you, Mia.” He said quietly.

“Love you too.” She stuttered out, still weak from her orgasm. He slowly pulled out of her and turned her around kissing her softly as he pulled her close against him. The water now ran cold, and he reach forward, shutting it off.

Breaking the kiss, he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his naked body as droplets of water rolled down his body. She followed him out, grabbing the towel from his hands and wrapping it around herself, walking to their bed on shaky, weak legs, sitting down. He sat down next to her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her collarbone.

“Do you ever get tired of kissing me?” She giggled.

He shook his head into the kiss. “Never.” He mumbled. “And if I do, you have permission to shoot me.” He joked.

“Deal.” She agreed. “I love you, Owen. I’m so happy that this is our life.”

“It could be better.” He shrugged.

She raised her eyebrows. “How?” She inquired.

“We could be married.”

“I think I’d like that.” She whispered softly.

“Really?” He asked in disbelief.

“Really.” She reassured. “I love you. I don’t want that to ever change.”

“We’re gonna get married.” He smiled.

“We’re gonna get married.” She repeated.

They finally had it all.

“I wasn’t.”

Here’s a fic set in 12x07, requested & inspired by a few people I talk to on Twitter :) This is for you guys <3 I hope you like it :)

“Dr. Shepherd.” Nathan greeted with a smile, walking up to where Amelia was standing, checking over a patients chart on one of the hospital’s tablets.

“Dr. Riggs.” She said, entirely professionally. She didn’t know what this guy had done that made Owen so angry, but since it was Owen, she had definitely been trying to keep her distance.

“What has a guy got to do if he wants to ask the chief of neurosurgery out to dinner.” He said, his smile genuine and growing.

Amelia spun around with the shock, turning to face him and putting her tablet down on the desk in front of her. Did that really just happen? She asked herself in complete disbelief. Did that really, actually, just happen?. She didn’t know how to respond. First, she just didn’t like him. Therefore, no date. Second, her and Owen’s thing. Therefore, no date. Maybe. It still wasn’t clear what exactly they were, but accepting a date with someone else just didn’t feel right. It felt like dates should be reserved for Owen, even though they had never actually been on a date.

Before Amelia had the chance to produce any kind of worded response, Nathan was on the floor.

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I wrote this fic for my twinsie, and idk if she’ll like it but she’s always saying my fics are too short, so I wrote this a few days ago cause it’s a little longer xD ily twinsie <3


That’s the only thing that little pink plus sign on the plastic stick Amelia held in her hands could mean.

She was pregnant.

She had taken three over time just to be sure it wasn’t a false positive or anything like that, these actions also came from fear. Fear of something going wrong. The thoughts nagging away in the back of her brain about her son, and about all the complications of pregnancy she could pull out of her mind. She tried to shut them down, but they were trying so hard to escape. They wanted out, and they weren’t gonna stop until they had achieved their goal.

So she was freaking out.

She couldn’t be pregnant.

She couldn’t.

Taking another test would be ridiculous, but she did actually consider it just incase it would turn out that actually she wasn’t pregnant and she could just go back to her ordinary life.

Instead, she sat herself down on the counter next to the sink and took her phone out of her pocket. There was only one person she wanted to talk to, she needed to talk to, and that person happened to be the very first name on her contacts list.


She tapped onto her name, and then onto her phone number, starting up a call and listening to wait for a ring, hoping it wouldn’t go to answerphone and she could actually talk to her friend, who was practically her sister even though they weren’t at all related.

“Addie?” Amelia said with doubt in her voice, the phone hasn’t gone to answerphone, but Addison hadn’t actually spoken yet so there was some chance that she wasn’t actually there.

“Amelia, hey!” Addison answered in a cheerful voice, clearly happy to her from her friend.

“Addie, I need to talk to you about something…” Amelia’s voice got quieter and a certain nervousness almost took over as she looked down at the pregnancy test still in her hand, the little plus sign in prominent view.

“Are you okay?” Addison’s voice was laced with concern, thinking about all the possible things that could have happened, trying not to worry /too/ much.

“I’m-I’m pregnant…” She stuttered, holding the phone closer to her ear so she didn’t have to speak so loud, and biting her lip so tears wouldn’t have a chance to escape.

“You are? Amelia that’s amazing!” Addison cheered, her voice so happy that Amelia could feel her smile through the phone.

“Uh-huh…” Still fighting back the tears, Amelia produced a small nod at the end of her reply, even though there wasn’t much point cause Addison couldn’t see her.

“You’re crying…” Addison knew just by Amelia’s reactions that something wasn’t right. She couldn’t see her, but she could hear the pain in her voice, in the breaths she took, in her choice of words.

“I’m fine, Addie.” Refusing to show any weakness, Amelia started to once again play the ‘I’m fine’ game. She was fine. She was good. She was /fine/.

“Amelia…” Addison didn’t need to say anymore, just her name was enough to get Amelia to know she had to spill. She had called for a reason, and hanging up now would just defeat the purpose.

“You’re scared…” Addison said before Amelia had the chance to.

She was scared, she was very scared. She wanted kids, that wasn’t even a question, that was the problem. She really wanted kids. She didn’t think she would survive losing a child again. So she was scared, and she clearly wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding it because Addison had sussed her out practically straight away.

“I keep thinking of my son… I can’t do that again Addie, I won’t survive…”

“It’s more likely that you’ll have a healthy baby that will go on to live such a full life.” Addison encouraged, wishing that she was actually there and therefore would be able to offer more support than she could do through a phone call.

“I’m gonna come to LA, just for a bit… Will you do an ultrasound?” Amelia jumped off of the counter she had been sitting on, and placed the little plastic test down where she had previously been sitting, walking around the bathroom in a circle.

“Of course. You can stay at my place, everyone misses you here Amelia.”

“I miss you guys too. So, I’ll see you soon. I’ll let you know when I arrive.” Amelia added another little nod to finish her sentance, more for herself this time in an act to prove to herself she was actually going to do this.

“You’re pregnant, this is brilliant. Try to smile, okay? You’re gonna be a mom.”

“I’m gonna be a mom…” Amelia’s voice sounded happier than it previous had done, her tone was lighter and her breaths were more even.

“See you soon.”

Addison hung up the call, leaving Amelia once again alone in the bathroom, but this time, she felt different. She felt ready. At least for right then.

Random speculation for Angel Heart

Some of this is based on the promos and such. other stuff is just me.

  • Dean and Claire will work together without Sam and Cas at some point. They’ll end up liking eachother a little more.
  • Sam will, after being moved to feel guilty by something that happens, confess to Cas about not destroying the book. 
    • Cas will be pissed and insist they tell Dean.
    • I don’t know if Sam will do that. They’ll either keep lying or Cas wil spill the beans resulting in angry!Dean.
  • When Amelia first sees Cas, she’ll think it’s Jimmy and it will be incredibly painful?
  • The angel assassin guy is trying to lure angels and/or their former vessels?
    • he’s probably some new type of angel we’ve never heard of?
  • Dean and Cas have at least one conversation alone that will make us want to hurls our selves into the sun.
  • In the end, Cas wants to give Claire and Amelia a second chance, so he erases their memories and rewrites them a la Lisa and Ben? (This is just a theory…Idk if I want to see this because I want more Claire.
  • Claire lives!
  • Cas learns something about his own feelings for the Winchesters by thinking about Jimmy’s feelings for his family.
  • Mentions of Charlie and Rowena
  • So much subtext.