eye of the callie

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“I am me, the universe and you.”

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Imagine a reverse calzona bar bathroom kiss. Like this time it's Callie kissing Arizona confessing how she doesn't want to be with anybody else but Arizona

“Hey…peds, right?”

The voice was unmistakeable, its low, soft timbre reaching Arizona’s ears and wrapping around her like a warm hug. She didn’t have to glance up in the dingy mirror to know who owned that voice – she’d know it anywhere – but she did, thumb wiping at a stray tear that threatened to ruin her mascara.

“Hey.”

The surprise was evident in the flash of blue Callie managed to see in the dim light, but Arizona didn’t turn around, carefully wiping at her other eye as she braced a hand on the sink and let out a heavy sigh.

It had been a hell of a day. Night, day – to be honest Arizona was hardly sure which it was anymore. She’d spent all night in a fire-ravaged hospital consumed by chaos and fear, and then Eliza had walked out of her life before noon today, leaving without so much as a goodbye. And it wasn’t that she was sad – she wasn’t crying over the loss of what could only be described as a fling – but she’d simply wanted an evening of normalcy, an evening of fun and lightheartedness after the previous night’s tragedy, and sitting at the bar alone with her thoughts had proved to be anything but.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, fine. I’m fine.”

The blonde turned around, a surprised smile tugging at her lips despite the obvious stress colouring her eyes, and she leaned back against the small sink as Callie took a step closer.

“What are you…I just – what are you doing here, Callie? Where’s Sofia?”

“She’s ok, don’t worry. I…saw the hospital on the news. We got the first flight out.”

Callie took another step closer, her heart hammering in her chest at the simple feeling of being in proximity to her ex-wife. She was relieved; she was so, so happy to see her safe and whole and unscathed. She’d been terrified at the news of the hospital explosion – utterly and completely consumed by fear – and she’d known without a doubt that what she’d spent the last few months thinking about was true.

“You could have just called.”

“I had to see you.”

Her voice dropped to an even softer register, and the brunette took a chance, raising her hand to brush ever so lightly through the blonde hair that fell along Arizona’s shoulder. She tucked it gently behind the smaller woman’s ear, her fingers trailing along the curve of her jaw, and blue eyes immediately flickered up to meet hers in surprise and confusion.

“Arizona…”

Arizona’s eyes fluttered shut for just a moment, the familiar touch like electricity sparking down her spine; the simple gesture almost washing away the exhaustion of the last twenty-four hours. It wasn’t the touch of an ex-wife, or even of a concerned friend. There was an unmistakable intimacy in the soft, reverent way those fingers had trailed along Arizona’s skin, and her heart clenched in her chest at the emotion that suddenly flooded through her, her voice barely a whisper as she opened her eyes again to meet the gaze of the woman in front of her.

“Why are you here, Callie?”

Callie moved closer, her hand lifting again to cradle Arizona’s face and her lips brushing ever so lightly against the ones beneath them, and her reply came almost as softly, but confident, sure in its delivery. It echoed of another time, but it was very much here, right now. It was real, and both of them could feel it.

“I think you know.”

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A Father-Daughter Dance // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: family fluff, parent!phan

Words: 3.8k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: implied homophobia 

Summary: Izzy’s class is holding a Father-Daughter Dance. However, there’s a bit of an issue – Izzy has two dads.

A/N: Yes, I know it’s Mother’s Day here in America, but I really wanted to post a story today, so…yeah lol it’s what I had next to be posted, so…we’re just going to roll with it. 

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“I have experience to give. Life experience. Like the fact that I was married, did you know that? Or the fact that I was in the Peace Corps. Botswana. That’s what convinced me to go to med school. And most recently, I’ve experienced the joy of cooking. Yeah, I make an excellent chicken picatta. That in addition to many other delicious meals that you’d be lucky to experience yourself. And the fact that you can’t open your eyes to see that makes you, a little inexperienced.”

“This is the perfect day.“

The soft rustle of leaves above them caused Arizona to cast her eyes skyward, and as the breeze lightly fluttered around them, she smiled as a single red leaf came slowly spiralling down, landing on her arm with a feather-light touch.

"Almost.”

Callie leaned over, her fingers brushing blonde strands away from the other woman’s face, and she dipped her head, dropping a soft, sweet kiss on waiting lips.

“Now it’s perfect.”

The sparkle in Arizona’s blue eyes was enough to set Callie’s heart racing, and as the smaller woman laughed in delight she reached up to tug Callie down towards her again, this time deepening their kiss for a long moment before letting go. Her long hair was spread across the fleece blanket under them, the picnic basket long forgotten as they simply laid together under the bright October sunshine. It was an unseasonably warm day for Seattle, and with their young daughter away at a birthday party for the afternoon, the two women had decided to take advantage – a decision that both of them were ecstatically happy about right now.

“Do you remember the first time you took me to this park?”

Arizona turned her gaze toward her wife as she voiced the question, and nodding slowly, the other woman replied, her hand coming to rest comfortably along Arizona’s abdomen.

“Of course. It was our fourth date. You were wearing that satiny white top I liked, and your hair was straightened, but starting to curl cause it had rained that morning.”

She snaked her hand along the soft, cotton long-sleeve that adorned the blonde today, slipping underneath it to trail across the smooth, silky skin at her waist.

“I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”

“Sweet talker.”

“I mean it, Arizona,” her fingers tracing lightly across the skin of her wife’s stomach, Callie leaned in and kissed her once again, “You’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Arizona’s fingers wound their way into a long, dark ponytail and she sighed happily, tugging at the other woman until her upper body covered her own, deepening their kiss again with the gentle bite of a lower lip. She didn’t care that they were in a public park, that the wind was picking up and leaving goosebumps along her chilled skin – she had never been happier than this very moment, and she wanted nothing more than to memorise the taste and the feel and the love of the woman beside her.

“I love you. I’m so in love with you, Calliope.”

“Say it again.”

Kissing the blonde slowly, Callie murmured the words against soft lips, her own hand slipping into the silky, wind-swept hair on the blanket below. Her heartbeat sped up, a smile threatening to overtake her face, and although she could feel the emotion passing between them she simply wanted to hear it again. She would never tire of hearing it.

“I love you.

She couldn’t help it then – the words overwhelming her in the best possible way – and she pulled back only a fraction as a smile lit up her expression. Dark eyes met the lighter ones below, and she let her hand trace the perfect contour of Arizona’s jaw, stopping only to capture a strand of blonde as it fluttered again in the breeze, twining it lightly around her fingers.

“I love you too. I’m so happy that I found you.”

Brushing their lips together again, Arizona hummed contently, blinking up at the sky as Callie leaned back and away, taking her warmth with her.

“We have to pick up Sofia soon.”

The blonde pushed herself up too, tugging her sweater around her body as she sat up and glanced at her watch. She leaned in to kiss her wife once more, laughing softly as Callie turned her head and her lips made contact with a cheek instead. Completely oblivious to the other woman pulling out her phone, Arizona simply sighed, closing her eyes as she nuzzled close, her heart full and content and wanting to stay in this moment forever. It was only the soft click of the camera that brought her out of her reverie, and she opened her eyes, turning to see the brunette holding the phone out in front of them, a grin etched across her face.

“Callie! Some warning next time!”

“Mm, nope,” capturing the smaller woman’s lips, Callie reached up, plucking a piece of fallen leaf from blonde hair, “candid is so much better.”

She pulled back, swiping her thumb across the small screen to open up the photo album, and her smile grew tenfold as she looked at the perfect moment captured in front of her. She quickly typed out a text, sending the photo to Arizona, and as the blonde’s phone chimed quietly beside them, she looked up with a grin, blue eyes meeting hers. The blonde picked up the device and opened it, and the look that flashed across those eyes was one that Callie would never forget. Arizona smiled slowly, her face lighting up the space between them, and she simply gazed at the small photo – a moment in time that conveyed the most beautiful, irrevocable love between them.

“I have a leaf in my hair.”

Callie laughed then, finding Arizona’s free hand and tangling their fingers together between them.

“I know. It’s perfect.”

Blue eyes gazed at the photo again, and they lingered over the simple message written above. They looked so happy. So in love. Callie was right – it was perfect.

May we always be this happy, my love.

Arizona pulled her hand back, her thumbs quickly moving across the screen as she sent a text back, and she glanced toward the other woman with a smile as she watched her read the reply. She leaned her head on Callie’s shoulder, and a strong, warm arm immediately wrapped around her, pulling her close for one more minute before they really did have to leave. 

We will be.

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Thanks to @heelyqueen for the pic and the inspiration :)

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First Time | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by lodgehead

Her head snapped around when she heard Kevin tell her the news about her boyfriend. That he had been arrested and was a suspect in Jason Blossom’s murder. Despite being in the middle of a class, one that she was struggling with, the red-headed teen packed everything into her bag and raced out of the classroom, ignoring the calls from her teacher. She ran through the halls of the school, slamming open the main entrance doors before running down to the local station.
As she got closer, she saw Jughead’s father walking towards his truck, and just as she turned into the alley, she saw Betty comforting Jughead as they walked.
“Juggie,” she whispered, her voice failing her as it cracked, dropping her bag on the ground as the beanie-clad male stepped forward with his arms open and she ran into them, her arms tight around his neck. “I came here as soon as I heard,” she told him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
Jughead didn’t say anything, he just held onto Callie as if his life depended on it. As if, if he were to let go, the whole world would just crumble around them. Typically the couple didn’t do PDA, but this was one of those rare exceptions, where both of them needed to feel that the other was there, so Jughead happily returned the kiss when he felt her lips on his, his hand gently cupping her face.
“Callie, would you like to join us for dinner?” Fred asked, stepping forward and managing to catch the teen couples attention.
The red-head smiled gratefully at the elder man, nodding before tucking herself under Jughead’s arm. The taller teen squeezed her shoulder gently, pressing his lips to the top of her head. It was clear to all that Jughead was shook up about what had happened.
“I’m gonna walk back with Callie, if that’s alright,” Jughead said, looking over at Archie and Fred, his grip on the smaller teen only tightening.
“Yeah, of course, kiddo. Come on, Betty, we’ll drop you off.”
Fred, Archie and Betty made their way to the elder man’s truck before setting off to the Andrews house. Jughead lifted his girlfriend’s bag onto his shoulder, before the two set off on their journey to Jughead’s current place of residence. While they were walking, he told her everything that had happened, and she had squeezed the hand on her shoulder gently every time he got overwhelmed with emotion.
“Wait, you told them to tell me?” Callie asked, confused, pausing as she looked up at him.
“Yeah, Betty said they couldn’t find you,” Jughead told her, a slight shrug in his shoulders as he held onto her bag.
“No, no. Cause I saw them before they left. Jug, Betty looked right at me before leaving the school,” the red-head frowned, shaking her head as she played with the sleeve of her hoodie. “I just thought that they had found Polly…”
Jughead sighed, pulling her in for a hug, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head as he rubbed her back gently. He needed to have a serious discussion with Betty, because something was not right here.


Callie laughed with the two teen boys as they walked up to Archie’s bedroom, plopping herself on his bed, stretching her legs out as she rested her back against the wall.
“You have a huge room, Archibald,” Callie commented, as the mentioned ginger teen sat at his desk chair with a soft laugh. “Absolutely jealous right now!”
“I’m sure your room is decently sized,” Archie replied, rolling his eyes with a chuckle.
Callie shared a look with Jughead, biting her lip softly as the beanie-clad teen perched himself beside her, rubbing her knee gently.
“And I think we are going to have to set up some ground rules,” Archie said, a grin forming on his lips as he looked at the couple. The teens swallowed nervously, glancing at each other before returning their gaze to the musician. “No doing anything on my bed. Juggie’s bed, yes. Mine, no.”
“Yes, sir. You are clear, sir.” Callie nodded, shuffling away from Jughead with a smile at the red-head musician. “But… can we cuddle till Jug’s bed is made?”
Archie sighed, nodding relunctantly but took the opportunity to go find the air mattress as Jughead wrapped his arm around her shoulders, kissing her head.
“I know I haven’t said this yet, honestly, I’ve been so worried. Worried that I would scare you off. But, when I was in that room, I was scared that I would get locked up and I never got the chance to tell you,” Jughead spoke, glancing down at her, breathing out slowly as his eyes met hers. “I love you, Calina Franco.”
Callie breathed out, cupping his face and bringing his mouth down to meet hers as she let out a happy hum, “And I love you, Forsythe Pendleton Jones III.”
“Did I just witness your first time saying love?” Archie’s voice reached their ears, and their heads simeltaneously turned to look at him.
“Not a word to Kevin or Veronica,” the red-head female told him, her eyes narrowing.
Archie zipped his mouth shut and mimicked throwing away the key.
Needless to say, when Callie eventually left for the night, the couple shared an almost endless amount of PDA on the Andrews front porch, their lips meeting over and over as neither of them wanted the moment to end. At one point, Jughead’s crown beanie was knocked off his head, onto the wooden panels but that didn’t stop him from giving the attention his girlfriend needed. But their moment was ended when Fred came outside, leaning on the door frame with his eyebrow arched.
“Now, I remember being a teen, and I remember all the hormones. And I know I’m not a parent to either of you but, I feel like it is my responsibility to make sure you two don’t give us all a burger eating baby.”
Callie laughed softly, dropping her head onto Jug’s shoulder before glancing over at the older man, “Goodnight, Mr Andrews.” She leaned up on her toes, pressing a soft kiss to Jughead’s jawline, “Goodnight, Juggie.”

Please tell me we didn’t have sex last night (1/4)

Summary: Waking up with the worst hangover ever Abby, a second-year medical student, has absolutely no recollection of getting home from last night’s party. So imagine her surprise when she wakes up naked in her bed with nobody other than Marcus, third-year law student and general pain in her ass, Kane. Just what the hell happened last night??!

Inspired by the following prompt: How about Kabby at university and they end up together in bed after a party? Bonus if they aren’t really friends but have a lot of unresolved sexual tension :D


Abby wakes up to a pounding head and her mouth feeling as dry as a desert. Groaning, she tries to open her eyes, but the light that’s pouring into the room quickly makes her clench them shut again.

I’m never drinking again

Not only is she experiencing what has the potential to grow into a massive hangover, her pillow also seems to be breathing? Realising that she’s not alone in her bed and that yes, she is naked and so is the body she’s lying on top of, Abby feels a panic attack coming up. Her body tenses as she tries to wrack her brain on how the hell she not only ended up naked with another person in her bed but most importantly with whom.

The last thing she remembers from last night’s party is playing several games of beer pong with Callie before ending up on a couch drinking, she thinks whisky, with, oh no, Marcus stuck-up Kane. Abby’s almost scared to lift her head, but she rationalises, even in her drunken state she wouldn’t have sunk so low as to sleep with Kane. Right?!

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“Happy International Women’s Day, mommy!”

Her daughter’s bright smile and beautiful eyes greeted Arizona as she answered the incoming FaceTime call, and the blonde’s mood was immediately lifted. The call was a surprise – coming in way later than usual – but the happiness on her face was evident as her little girl waved through the screen.

“Well, Happy Women’s Day to you too, little miss! This is a nice surprise!”

The image on screen shifted slightly, but Sofia was careful to keep her face in the frame, her background completely out of the picture. Those had been Callie’s instructions – her background could give them away – and she didn’t want to ruin the rest of the surprise.

“What are you doing up so late?”

A grin tugged at the little girl’s face immediately and her dimples popped, just like her mother’s.

“Mama said I could stay up and call you. Cause it’s important to celebrate today and celebrate all the bestest, strongest women we know. Girl power is super important!”

She nodded firmly, her slightly precocious words making Arizona smile again too. If they were doing one thing right, it was certainly raising their girl to be a strong little feminist.

“It is! Girls are awesome – especially you and mama. Did you do anything special today?”

The camera jiggled a little bit again, the movement on Sofia’s end bouncing her image in the frame, but Arizona barely noticed, instead taking a moment to curl back into the couch cushions herself.

“Yeah! We went on a big adventure and mama bought me Moana and I watched it TWICE! I wanna be like her. She doesn’t need a prince, just a chicken,” Sofia beamed happily and continued, “and now we’re gonna have donuts cause–”

She cut herself off, small eyes widening just a bit, and Arizona couldn’t help but laugh.

“Donuts? I mean I’m all for donuts but it’s already past bed time!”

“Oh…yeah,” the little girl nodded swiftly, a slightly suspicious look flitting across her face, “it is bed time. I have to go, mommy.”

“Okay, sweetie…well I’m glad you called. I miss you, and I lov–”

Before she could finish her sentence, the camera cut out and the call ended, and Arizona blinked slightly at the device in her hands – did her daughter just hang up on her? A loud knock sounded at the door, startling her from her thoughts, and with a slight frown the blonde pushed herself off the couch and padded to the front door, unlocking the bolt and pulling it open.

“SURPRISE!”

Blue eyes widened in shock as the small body of her daughter practically launched into her arms, but the minute she felt her daughter’s warmth Arizona immediately scooped her up into a ferocious hug, her grin matching the delighted look on the little girl’s face.

“Sofia! What are you doing here?!”

Kissing Sofia’s forehead and setting her back down, Arizona’s hands smoothed through silky hair as the small brunette wrapped her arms around her waist and glued herself to her side. She looked up to meet the eyes of her ex-wife standing on the threshold of the doorway, and her brow furrowed in confusion as dark eyes gazed longingly back.

“We brought donuts.”

Callie held out a flat box, the pink frosting and sprinkles from Arizona’s favourite bakery evident through the lid, and she swallowed thickly, biting her lip a little before speaking again.

“I wanted to celebrate the strongest, bravest, smartest, most beautiful…amazing woman I know…”

Arizona’s eyes softened a little, and she glanced back up to meet Callie’s penetrating gaze.

“…and maybe ask if she wanted to go out sometime. On a date.” the older brunette paused slightly, a hopeful, small smile pulling at her lips, “I’m new in town; just moved here today. And I’d really like to get to know her again.”

Arizona could only blink in surprise, and she instinctively glanced down to look at Sofia – meeting the younger brunette’s equally hopeful and enamored gaze.

“I told you we were on an adventure, mommy.”

She lifted her hand from Arizona’s waist and motioned her closer, and Arizona leaned down, turning her head as her daughter whispered in her ear.

“Mama misses you too. A lot. Please say yes.

The blonde couldn’t help but smile, the warmth spreading through her chest both at her daughter’s words and the nervous, eager look in her ex-wife’s eyes. This would be an adventure, for sure – but one she was so, so ready to go on.

“I think she’d really like that.”

Callie’s face broke into a heart-stopping smile as Arizona replied softly, and she watched as the blonde’s dimples appeared, her nose wrinkling adorably as she grinned. Arizona glanced at the proffered box of donuts between them before reaching up to grab it, her fingers lightly – and purposefully – brushing the ones opposite hers.

“And donuts are a great way to start.”

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