i saw the first half on a flight and i only watched the rest a few weeks ago

Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

Illusion (Lance Tucker x Reader) part two

Part Two


Warnings: NONE, Swearing? Shirtless Lance?

If you haven’t seen part one, here it is :) 


“Are you almost done?” Lance laid on your bed with his hands behind his head as you finished packing some stuff.

“Yeah give me five seconds.” You popped your head out of your closet before returning to folding the last of your clothes.

“You said that 10 minutes ago, we are going to miss the flight.”

“Stop nagging, you sound like my mother.” You zipped up your suitcase and brought it out into your bedroom. “Ok I’m done.”

“Finally.” Lance stood up. “Your bed is really comfortable Y/N. Should we get back into it?”

“I really hate you, you know that right?”

“Don’t kid yourself, you don’t hate me.” Lance smiled and walked out of your bedroom. You brought your suitcase out to Lance’s car. He opened the trunk and you put it in before walking to the passenger door and getting in. Lance’s black Cadillac was ridiculous but, it screamed Lance. Lance closed the driver’s door and turned on his car. The engine purred to life and the radio started playing. Lance had a playlist playing and the song Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado started blasting through the speakers.

“You listen to this?” You were holding back a laugh.

“Fuck you it’s a good song.” Lance looked over before backing out of your parking lot and heading down the road towards the highway.

The song continued to play and you found yourself singing along quietly. Lace would glance over to you every now and again when you’d say certain phrases. The next song to play was Starboy by The Weeknd

“You know, your playlist is very douchey, but It’s not bad.”

“Thank you? I’ve never had someone say my playlist is douchey but there’s a first for everything.”

You guys arrived at the airport and check in, sending your large suitcases on the way before heading over to the ridiculous line for security. The line took 45 minutes alone to get to the metal detectors. After an eternity and a half, you found your gate and set your stuff on a chair before plopping down.

“Do you want anything? I’m going to walk around and see what’s good.”

“If there is a Starbucks, I’ll take coffee.”

“Anything else?”

“If you stumble upon food, I won’t object.”

“Ok, I’ll brb.”

Lance walked off somewhere and you pulled out your phone, sending your mother a text that you were at the airport and what time your flight should land. She responded with an ok, and that she will have someone pick you up at the airport. You closed out your messages and put in your headphones. You played some music and put your feet up onto the chair, leaned your head on your hand, which rested on the arm rest. You closed your eyes and relaxed a bit, since you knew that you wouldn’t be getting much relaxation next 4 days. After a few minutes, you felt Lance’s presence return. You opened your eyes and saw he had a coffee extended towards you.

“Thanks.” You grabbed the cup and took a drink.

“No problem.” Lance looked over his shoulder towards the restaurant. “I forgot about food, but I saw the fucking hottest chick, I wish I could find a closet somewhere and invite her.”

You rolled your eyes and drank your coffee. “You’re ridiculous.” Lance had no response, except for the side look he gave you before drinking his own coffee.

The flight began boarding an hour later, once you guys found your seat you made yourself comfortable again, or at least as comfortable as you could on an airplane. It was 6am, so the plane was fairly packed for being an early 4th of July weekend flight. It had been a while since you’ve flown, so you were thankful that you wore shorts and a tank top, unlike Lance who was in dark jeans and a white t shirt.

30 minutes after taking your seats, the plane was finally moving towards the runway to take off. You pulled out a pack of gum to chew so your ears wouldn’t pop.

“Do you want gum?” You looked over to Lance while putting your piece of gum in your mouth.


The plane lifted and took to the sky while you watched Los Angeles’ skyline become smaller and smaller in the sunrise. Once the light became too much you closed the blind and pulled out the book you had been reading. Lance took out his phone and headphones, putting them in his ears before playing music, he closed his eyes and crossed his arms.

You had made it about 2 more chapter into your book when Lance’s head fell onto your shoulder. You looked over and saw that he was fast asleep. You decided not to shrug him off, since he was going to have hell to deal with back home. You hadn’t made it past the end of the chapter before you had also dozed off.

You awoke to someone grabbing your thigh and shaking it slightly. You opened your eyes and were immediately met with Lance’s blue ones.

“Hey we just landed.”

You stretched and let out a yawn before gathering your stuff.

Your mother had promised someone would be at the airport to pick you up, but you didn’t imagine it would be a chauffeur. You exchanged glances with Lance before following the man to the car he had parked outside. It was warm on the east coast, but wasn’t nearly as warm as California. The ride to your mother’s was a short one, she lived in a suburb only 5 miles away from the airport. You had never been to this house, since your mom had only lived here for a year.

The house was ridiculously large, there was a half circle driveway in the front with, of course, a fountain in the middle. The car came to a stop before the door was opened for you and Lance.

“Well, here were go.” You looked at Lance and he winked down at you before grabbing your hand and intertwining it with his. The two of you walked towards the front door and you grabbed the handle opening it. The foyer was empty but there were 4th of July decorations up.

“MOM?” You called out, before walking out of Lance’s grasp and looking towards the kitchen.

“Y/N, You’re here already?!” Your mother’s voice rang out from upstairs. You turned around and looked at the woman walking down the stairs. You walked towards her and she brought you into a hug. Once you guys separated, she held you at arm’s length, giving you a look up and down. “You’re getting way too skinny sweetheart. We need to make sure you eat this weekend.”

“Mom, I have to be in shape for trials next week.”

“I’m still making sure you eat, screw your diet.”

“Mom, this is Lance. You guys have met before, but he,” You took a second before finishing your sentence, the words coming out so foreign. “is my boyfriend.” You walked closer to Lance and grabbed his arm. He looked down and you, slightly shocked by the contact. “Lance this is my mother, Y/M/N.”

“Oh yeah, aren’t you Y/N’s coach?”

Lance nodded, and looked at you. “Uh, yep. It’s great to finally meet you. Or officially meet you, should I say.”

“Leave it up to my daughter to get herself an older man, and her coach, of course.” Your mother rolled her eyes and motioned between Lance and you. You shifted where you stood and shot her a look. “You two must be exhausted, let me show you to where you’ll be staying.” Your mother turned around and headed back up the stairs. You look up at Lance and clenched your jaw before signaling your eyes towards your mother. Lance chuckled under his breath before putting a finger gun towards his head and pretending to shoot it.

You started up the stairs and followed your mother up towards a bedroom, she opened the door and lead you guys in.

“Hopefully this will be fine? There was bathroom through that door there.”

“Yeah it’s fine thanks mom.”

“Ok well I’ll leave you guys to get comfortable, I had Andrew bring your stuff up while we were talking, your suitcases are in the closet, over there.” Your mother walked past and closed the door after she stepped into the hallway. You walked over to the bed and fell onto it.

“She’s even more insufferable that I remember.” You laid your arm over your face. “How the fuck will we survive?”

“Jesus Y/N, When you said she was bad, I did not think she’d be this bad. Jesus fucking Christ. I want to leave, already.”

“No you don’t” You sat up and pointed towards Lance. “We are in this together now mister. The only thing that can give us solace is the fact that there will be so much alcohol in this house this weekend.”

“Now, that is something I can look forward to.”

Lance jumped on the bed next to you and laid on his stomach, burying his face into the blanket to let out a yell.

“Did I ever mention, I just fucking hate parents. I’ve had to meet so fucking many, and I hate, all of them. Parents fucking suck.” Lance sighed in frustration before standing up and walking towards his suitcase. “I’m going to take a shower.” Lance walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. “You’re more than welcome to join.”

“Ew, no what the fuck.”

“Your loss.” Lance closed the door and turned on the shower. You rolled over on the bed and closed your eyes. You hadn’t planned on falling asleep, you just wanted to rest for a second.

When Lance come out of the bathroom in gray sweatpants and no shirt on, he was running a towel through his hair. He looked over and saw you sleeping in your clothes, as if you just knocked out. Lance threw the towel over the chair and walked over to you. He went to your converse and untied them, before sliding them off your feet and setting them next to the chair before walking back over.

“Hey, Y/N Here,” Lance grabbed the blanket from underneath you. “Let me put this blanket on you.” You shifted in your sleep, gaining enough consciousness to help get yourself tucked in before rolling over and completely passing out again. Lance walked to the other side of the bed, sliding under the blanket and taking another look at you before turning his back to you and closing his eyes.

You woke up to the setting sun hitting your face from the window. You rubbed your eyes before reaching down into your pocket, grabbing your phone. It was 15 minutes to 6, and the party was at 6:30, luckily you didn’t plan on dressing up too much. You looked to your right, finding Lance, still sleeping. He was laying on his stomach with his arms under the pillow, face towards you. You suddenly remembered that he helped you under the blanket on the bed. Lance was always cocky in LA while he was in his element, but you were really hoping that he’d let his walls down and show a softer side the next 4 days.

You took the blankets off you and stretched, Lance stirred and opened his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Almost 6. The party is at 6:30.”

“I don’t wanna go to the party.”

You stood and walked over to your suitcase and grabbed the dress that you planned on wearing, and the sandals. You walked into the bathroom and stripped yourself of you clothes and stepped into the dress. You opened the door to Lance, standing in a white button up shirt, wide open, and his grey sweatpants still. He was looking down when you emerged, not catching the look of surprise on your face, a warmth growing in your lower belly. You shook it off and cleared your throat.

“Can you zip this for me?”

“Uh, yeah.”

You walked over to Lance and turned around. He grabbed the zipper, pulling it up slowly, his fingers brushing against you slightly leaving chills up your spine at the lost contact.

“They you go.” He put his hands on your shoulders, giving them a small squeeze. You ran you hand through your hair and went back into the bathroom to put on some light makeup and lipstick. You grabbed your shoes and walked back into the bedroom towards the bed to put your shoes on.  Lance was wearing grey pants, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, the top buttons on his shirt, un done.

“I’m so proud of you, you’re not wearing red, white, and blue, or a track suit. I’m so proud.”

“You’re so funny. You know me, I like to kiss ass and make parents like me.”

“I really doubt my mother will like you, or me, or anyone but this fake life she lives.”

“Wanna bet? 100 bucks says I can make her like me.”

“You’re on.” You shook his hands while laughing and finished getting ready.

You were sitting down at one of the many tables in the backyard, drinking a glass of champagne when you felt the chair next to you move, and Lance sit down next to you.

“These people aren’t taking the bait.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Maybe they see through your bullshit.”

“But that’s not possible, I’m really good.”

You stood up, still laughing at the desperation in Lance’s voice. “Well, you can keep trying I’m going to find something stronger.” You motioned towards your glass before walking away and heading back into the empty house. There was a full bar lining the counters, with ending possibilities of mixed drinks. You decided to make yourself a jack and coke. You walked over towards the living area to look at the pictures on the fire place. There were some of Mark’s children and he and mom. Then in the middle, was a picture of you at your first Olympic Game. You were 16 and it was the same year you messed up your hamstring.

“I still remember when you won.” Mark walked up next to you and put an arm around your shoulder, kissing the top of your head. “I felt so bad that I could see you earlier kiddo.”

“It’s ok, I was tired anyways. Plus, I knew I would see you tonight.” You smiled up at him.

“When is your next competition? I want to try and get off work.”

“Um in 4 weeks is the Games, next week is trials so hopefully I’ll qualify and then I’m back to Toronto.”

“You’ll do great. I’ll even get your mother to come around.”

“Thanks Mark.” You leaned into his side hug and he squeezed your arm before walked back towards the kitchen. “Hey Lance, you treat this one well, she is amazing. Don’t hurt her.”

“She really is great.”

You kept your back towards the men, but smiled at the compliment. You heard Mark leave the room and Lance walked up next to you with a glass.

“So, does everybody love you yet?”

“No. I don’t get it; the east coast is fucked.”

You laughed and took a drink. “I’m sorry your ego is deflating.”

Lance just sighed and chugged the rest of his drink.

“Do you want another drink?”

“Yeah. Thanks” You downed your drink and handed him the glass.

“Anything specific?”

“No, not really.”

Lance walked over to the bar and you followed.

“I really don’t want to go back outside.”

“Let’s just explore.”

“I’m pretty sure there is like a movie theater down stairs. We can just watch some shitty movie and get fucking wasted.”  

“Let’s find it.”

Lance handed you the drink and he grabbed another bottle before you guys went to find the basement door. You found the door and went downstairs. There was a bunch of couches and chairs with a large screen and a wall of movies.

“So, I say we just close our eyes and pick a random one?” Lance suggested standing in front of the large shelf.

“Sure.” You walked over and pointed to a random disc. Lance grabbed it and took it off the shelf. The movie as called ‘The Covenant’.

“Well this looks god awful.”

“Yeah I’m sure there will be enough drink worthy moments.”

Lance put the disc in and you took off your shoes, sitting down and grabbing a blanket putting it on your legs. Lance took a seat by you and grabbed the bottle of Tequila. The movie was truly god awful and before you were even 20 minutes in you were already slightly drunk. Lance and you just made joke and talked shit about the whole movie. The worse character in the movie was the villain Chase, it was laughable and you found yourself just rolling your eyes and drinking whenever the movie became ridiculous.

Lance and you made it about halfway through the movie before you both knocked out. The movie playing out until the end as you guys slept.


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HEI BRISKEBY: A big surprise

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CAPTION: should’ve been thinking

“What’s up people?” Elias said from inside his car. With Adam at the steering wheel, the rest of the boys looked into the camera. Mutta was beaming as Mikael gave a mock grimace.

“As I always say, even if you’re in your sweats, not wearing any makeup, you look as beautiful as always,” Elias continued with a cheeky wink. In the back seat Mikael pointed at Elias jokingly and rolled his eyes incredulously.

Elias looked back at the boys and with a smirk, he returned to the camera. “So as you can tell,” he gestured at the car. “We’re not in my living room, we’re in my car.”

Mutta gasped. Mikael raised his palms to his face with his eyes wide open in astonishment, before he jokingly asked, “Where could we be going?”

“Yah, where are we going?” Elias repeated.

All of the boys, including Adam who was driving, counted down from 3 to 1 with a grin and they all yelled at the same time, “WE’RE PICKING UP YOUSEF FROM THE AIRPORT!”

They all gasped. “Whaaaaaaaaaaat?”

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Fictober - Per Manum Fic

I was inspired to write this by some gifs I saw on Tumblr last night of the scene in Per Manum where Scully is looking in the mirror, so alone and so sad. So I changed it a little. Sorry…. @fictober @today-in-fic

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Scully stands in her bedroom, looking down at the picture in front of her with a lump in her throat. All of the evidence is now in front of her and yet she still wants to pinch herself. It’s a baby. It’s her baby. 

She pauses as she catches sight of herself in the mirror, then edges closer, taking in her appearance. She looks tired, she muses, and it’s understandable, with the last few weeks taking their toll on her. Scully lowers her gaze, her eyes darting down to her midriff, to the slight swell of her abdomen. It’s barely noticeable, but she can feel it; her clothes are starting to feel a little tight, and she knows that the small bump is there, and growing every day. Until this morning she was still convinced she was dreaming about her pregnancy – until she saw her baby on the screen in front of her at the hospital. Her beautiful, healthy – and from the looks of it – very active baby. It’s real, she’s been repeating to herself all morning, and all the way home as she fingered the ultrasound photograph. It’s really happening.

The confirmation of her pregnancy, the memory of seeing her baby for the very first time and the strain of recent weeks – morning sickness coupled with doing everything in her power to search…search for him – is enough to overwhelm her, and Scully’s eyes fill with tears as she turns to the side, smoothing down her sweater over her abdomen. There’s a baby inside of her, she thinks to herself as her hand rests on her stomach. The baby she thought she’d never have, especially when the three rounds of IVF failed. But Mulder had told her not to give up on a miracle, and sure enough she has her miracle, half her, half Mulder. Mulder…

Her tears fall in earnest now as her emotions get the better of her, and Scully lifts a hand to wipe them away. She knows about hormonal changes and she’s read the books on pregnancy so she knows this is normal, but she’s also aware that her life is anything but normal right now.

She startles as she feels someone come to stand behind her, a pair of hands sneaking around her waist to settle on top of hers. She sniffs, settling back in the embrace, immediately feeling safe and loved.

“Please tell me these are good tears,” says Mulder, his breath tickling her ear. She looks at their reflection in the mirror, watching as he presses a kiss to her head, then she huffs out a laugh.

“They’re good tears,” she replies, turning in his arms to face him. Mulder’s hands move, one automatically settling on the small of her back, and the other resting back on her stomach.

“I’m glad. Because it’s a little bit late if they’re not.” He kisses her again, this time on the lips, and then rests his forehead against hers. “You’re tired.”

“I know.”

“You should take things easy Scully.”

“I know, but –”

“We’ll find him,” replies Mulder, his smile faltering. “The Gunmen and their friends are monitoring everything. As soon as there’s any sign of him or the other abductees we’ll know.”

“That doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty.”

“That makes two of us. If I’d have gone to Oregon –”

“If you’d have gone to Oregon they might have…it might have been you too,” Scully replies, and Mulder knows she’s right. It’s been six weeks since Mulder had been due to go back to Oregon, with Skinner this time. Six weeks since the pair had checked in at the airport, ready to board their flight. Their flight had just been called when Mulder’s cell phone rang, and he’d received the news that Scully had been rushed to hospital after collapsing at the office. He’d immediately told his superior that he wouldn’t be boarding the flight, and after a moment of consideration Skinner informed him that he would go instead and that, providing Scully received a clean bill of health, Mulder could join him at a later time. Only Mulder never got the chance. He’d arrived at the hospital to find his partner tearful and stunned, announcing that she was pregnant with their miracle child. It was a moment of joy, tinged with sadness when the next morning they’d received the news that their boss was now missing, presumed abducted. There’s still no sign of Skinner but Mulder – with the help of the Gunmen – is doing everything in his power to try and find him.

“I know,” he says with a sigh. “It still doesn’t make it any easier. But you shouldn’t worry about that right now. You’re working for two now. Or maybe three,” he adds with a smug grin. “Mulder Junior Junior could have just been camera shy. You are getting fat woman.”

“Don’t make me shoot you again M. There’s just the one in there. And I’m going to get fatter, so shut your mouth.” They share a sweet smile, both still stunned that this is finally happening for them. “I remember standing in a similar position to this just over a year ago,” continues Scully, fresh tears threatening to fall. Her tears still sometimes catch Mulder off guard, and he’s getting used to her mood swings. “…And you told me never to give up on a miracle.”

“I was right. See, I told you I’m always right.”

“I’ll give you this one.”

“She’s our little miracle Scully.”

“Or he.”

Mulder shakes his head. “I think it’s a girl. A little you.” He sounds so excited, and he has been since the moment he learned of her pregnancy. Earlier that afternoon, as they’d first laid eyes on the baby, he’d held Scully’s hand and wept too. There was no doubting that he wanted this child as much as his partner. Scully still isn’t sure how they’ve ended up here – when she’d first walked into the basement all those years ago, she never dreamed of this, of falling in love with her partner, settling down and having a family with him – but right now she knows she wouldn’t want to change it for anything.

“I hope you’re not disappointed when it’s a boy.” She’s joking of course, but Mulder sobers.

“I could never be disappointed in this baby Scully,” he replies earnestly, meaning every word. “She’s our little miracle.”

“She is.” Scully give a shaky sigh. “Let’s hope Skinner gets his miracle soon.”

On the eleventh day of #PAIN fic...

A/N: Boy howdy wouldja look at that… DAY ELEVEN IS HERE, FOLKS! This means that there is officially only ONE MORE DAY (one day more) OF 12 DAYS LEFT. THUS, PART THREE WILL BE POSTED THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW HOLY SHIT GET READY, HOLD ONTO YOUR SOCKS.

Can you tell we’re excited? Because we need you know that we’re crazy excited.


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“You’re keeping your grades up, right?”

“Yes, Mom,” you sighed into the phone. Conversations with your mother would always lead back to how successful you were and ultimately how you could be doing better.

“Don’t use that tone with me, don’t forget that we’re the reason you got into that fancy school,” your mother snapped back at you. You just pinched your nose and took a deep breath, holding back quips about how I got myself here, all you did was give me an anxiety disorder and low self esteem.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

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Please come home for Christmas

There’ll be no more sorrow no grief and pain

And I’ll be happy, happy once again

              “You know I love Colorado,” Jane said wistfully, staring out the window. “But I miss being in New York at Christmas time.”

              From the couch, Kurt laughed. “Oh really, I never could have guessed.” He had Bethany in his lap and was making silly faces at her while she cooed in response. When she heard her father’s laugh, Bethany smiled wide, waving her arms in excitement.

                Jane rolled her eyes, walking over and curling up beside them. This had become something of a joke between them, apparently, ever since the first snowfall a few weeks ago. Jane had been delighted, rushing out to buy hot chocolate and happily gathering up scarves and mittens to prepare for the coming winter. Two days later, the cold snap broke, the snow melted, and it was once again the warm fall weather they had come to expect.

                “It’s magical though. Just something about being in the city. The snow, the decorations, the trees. Everything.” Jane’s voice drifted off as she closed her eyes, remembering last year in the city. While everyone else at the FBI seemed to dread the cold and traffic, Jane had fallen in love with the beauty of the season. When the first snow had fallen, she’d spent hours watching it from the window in her safe house. The way the snowflakes had danced in the wind, the way they fluttered through the beams of light. She’d gone outside then, even though it was after midnight, just to feel closer to the magic. She’d even stuck out her tongue, trying to catch to catch a snowflake before it melted.

                The next morning she’d substituted her normal coffee for a hot chocolate, and she was hooked.

               In the weeks that followed, after she left work, she found herself wondering around the streets of Manhattan, looking at the window displays and decorations. More often than not, she found herself at Rockefeller center, watching the skaters. No matter how chaotic work and everything else was, there was always something so peaceful about being there.

                “You know we could go back for a visit.” Kurt gently pressed a kiss to her temple. “Maybe next year. Fly out, spend a week or two. How does that sound?”

                “Perfect.” Jane’s smile lit up her face. “And maybe we can take this one with us.” She tickled Bethany’s toes, eliciting a laugh from the little girl. “You’d love all the lights, wouldn’t you girlie? And if you use that cute smile on daddy, I bet he’d buy you all the toys you wanted.”

                “I can’t help it,” Kurt replied as Bethany cooed in his direction. “We’ll go to the city for Jane, but all the presents will be for you.”


One Year Later…..

                Kurt barely spent any time in New York anymore. Even less in Colorado. He barely spent any time anywhere anymore. He was always on the move, searching for Jane. He’d get a new lead, and catch the next flight out. He couldn’t remember the last time he spent more than a few days in the same place.

                Except now.

                The moment he returned to New York, and saw the snow starting to fall, he knew he had to stay there. Just in case.

                Logically, he knew she wouldn’t be there. She couldn’t be there. It would be too easy, too obvious. Whoever was after her, surely they would look in New York. Anyone could find her in New York. Even in a city of 8 million people, Jane stood out.

                But if there was one thing Kurt had, it was hope. He’d thought he’d lost it, so long ago. But still, as he watched the snowflakes float down, he knew he couldn’t leave. Not just yet.

                She loved the city in the winter. Her giddiness was contagious. Even in Colorado, when the days were shorter and the temperature dropped, she began to talk wistfully about the magical winter she imagined. He’d sworn, at any moment, she was just as likely to throw a snowball as she was to throw a punch.

                It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

               The thought hit him, the pain in his chest felt so real it hurt. He sat down on a nearby bench, willing the tears not to fall. It had been a year since she left. A year without her. A year without the love of his life. How was he supposed to go on? What was there for him without her? He knew why she’d left, of course. But he didn’t understand why she had left him. They could have gone together, they should have gone together.

                They could have figured this out, and then found their way back home. Together.

                The first place he’d gone was Italy. Back to where he’d proposed. Back to a place only they knew about. All he needed to do was to find her. He’d continued on to South Africa, to the town where she was born. Then the rain forests of Brazil, and the ruins of Rome. He had traveled the world just to find her.

                He knew she wouldn’t be in New York. But she had to be somewhere. And maybe, just maybe, she could find her way home for Christmas.

               The knock on the door surprised him. He hadn’t told anyone he was in the city. Usually he would check in with Reade, at least, even if it was to use the NYO resources. He hadn’t bothered this time. He knew this city better than anyone. At least when it came to finding Jane. He knew where she loved to go – her favorite park, her favorite coffee shop. There was nothing the FBI could help him with right now.

               Letting out a deep sigh, Kurt dragged himself to the door. This late at night, he didn’t expect anything good. Or maybe he was just dreading the interruption from wallowing in self-pity.

               “Allie?” he stared at her for a moment, unable to process what he was seeing, before he came to his senses, and gestured her inside, trying to help with the copious bags and bundles she was carrying.

                “Here,” Allie shifted a sleeping Bethany into Kurt’s arms.

                “Hi dada,” the toddler mumbled, half asleep, before curling up against Kurt’s shoulder.

                Kurt hugged his daughter a little closer, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of having her in his arms once again. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this. “What are you doing here?”

               Allie dropped the rest of the bags just inside the closed door, letting out a long breath. “You have any beer?” she asked, walking over to the kitchen. Pulling two bottles out of the fridge, she continued. “You know how everyone hates when they see a baby on an airplane. I get it. I didn’t want to be on the plane, and she’s my daughter. She kept fussing and couldn’t sit still. And then when we finally landed – she kept trying to run up and down the subway. She just passed out near Broad St. Finally.”

               Allie handed Kurt the other bottle before opening hers. “Don’t give me that look Kurt. I love her, but she’s crazy. She gets that from you.”

               Kurt gently kissed Bethany on her head, shifting her slightly as he carried her over to the couch. He laid her down, where she immediately curled up, still asleep. Kurt sat down next to her, running his fingers through her short hair, before opening the beer Allie had handed him. “So, why are you here? Why put yourself through that?”

                “It’s Christmas time. You shouldn’t be alone.” Allie stared at Kurt, before settling on the opposite side of the couch. “Besides, it’s been a few months since you actually saw Bethany. I was starting to think she wouldn’t recognize you outside of Skype.”

               “I miss her.”

                “Bethany? Or Jane?” Allie leaned back against the couch, before turning to face Kurt.

               Kurt was silent. “Those few months in Colorado seemed perfect. I finally felt… it felt right, you know? We were in love. We were together, and I got to be in Bethany’s life. It was perfect. And then, one day, it was gone. She was gone.” Kurt stared at his young daughter. “I miss her. But Jane’s out there. I can’t just – ”

                “I know,” was all Allie said. “I know.”

                “We’d talked about visiting New York. She wanted Bethany to see the decorations.” Kurt stared straight ahead, willing his voice to remain steady.

               Allie gave a hollow laugh. “She really loved Christmas, didn’t she?”

                “I keep expecting to see her. Like yesterday, I chased this poor woman across the street. She was buying hot chocolate at that place that Jane loved – right on the corner by Rockefeller Plaza. I was sure it was Jane.”

               “Wow. How’d she react?”

               Kurt cracked a smile. “I had to pull out my badge just to convince her I wasn’t crazy. I don’t know, she probably called the police as soon as I walked away.”

                They sat in silence once again, each nursing their beers as they thought. Kurt’s face fell as he choked out the single thought that had plagued him since she had left. “What if I can’t find her? Before it’s too late?”

                Allie stared at him, reaching out to clasp his hand. “You will.”

                “But what if?” his voice choked as tears threatened to fall.

                “Kurt, I’ve known you for a long time. You won’t stop looking until you find her. And you will find her.”

Part 3

Summary:  Yorktown attacked. Enterprise Destroyed. Estimated 1000 Dead. The headlines roll in as JAG requests your aid in the wake of Krall’s attack on Yorktown. You know that Pavel Chekov was on the destroyed ship, but you’re not sure what you’re more afraid of: his potential death or having to see him again after all this time.

Word Count:  1,048

Author’s Note:  If you were on the tag list for this and you have changed your URL since June, please contact me so that I can update my list! Alternately, if you’d like to be added to the list, hit me up!

Cyrillic Key:  Боже мой - Bozhe moy - Oh my god

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You left the JAG office fourteen hours after you entered it. There were hundreds upon hundreds of files. Today was just about sorting into teams to take files and start reviewing. You got to work on a team of six lawyers, only three of them JAG, and you were dealing with exactly 94 files.

You landed sometime yesterday afternoon. The flight only took eighteen days at maximum warp. A handful of long-range communication channels were reopened on day six. You learned that only a hundred and five crew members from Enterprise had survived.

Amy, miracle-worker that she was, got her hands on a full list of the crew members that were missing or dead, and informed you that Pavel’s name was not on the list. On day nine you contacted Anna with the news. She had received a call from Pavel the night before. He couldn’t talk long and she hadn’t been able to tell him you were coming, but he was safe and uninjured. You asked her not to tell him if he called back. If he was alright, there was no reason for you to meet.

Knowing now that Pavel was alive, you didn’t see the point in calling to find him. The channels were still terribly jammed with people trying to contact home, and there wasn’t enough urgency to tell him that you were coming. You doubted he even wanted to see you anyway.

You heaved a long sigh as you stepped out into the simulated morning air. Winter doesn’t exist on Yorktown, apparently.

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Crumble For Me - 2 (Harrison Wells/Reader AU)

Part One

Imagine this…An AU where STAR Labs is actually STAR Lounge, A Gentleman’s Club. Owner Harrison Wells is elusive and dashing all in one, until a new dancer, down on her luck, shows up looking for a job…

**NOTE: Little slow, but I promise…we’ll get there, to the good stuff…

Originally posted by diianawonka

Two weeks…

You let out a heavy sigh as you waited for drinks to be made. This was not at all what you anticipated. This place was clean and mostly respectable. Not to mention everyone who worked here was clean and respectable as well. It was not…a strip joint…

“You’re still here?” You jumped a little turning to see the man of the hour.

“Mr. Wells…Just picking up a shift. Layla’s daughter was sick from school and she couldn’t find a babysitter.” You told him as he stood there hands in his pockets sizing you up.

“That’s the third time this week.” He had a small smile playing across his face.

“Just trying to be helpful.” You told him as the bartender put the drinks on the tray, “Excuse me.”

He watched you walk away toward a table. You were preforming well…in all sense of the word. You took the stage confidently and had drawn in a crowd. Definitely good for business, but you were also good at everything else it seemed.

It made him suspicious all the more. No one was this nice…this good…not unless they were hiding something.

“Boss.” He looked over at the bartender holding out a glass to him full on that delicious brown liquid he enjoyed so much.

“You know me so well…” Harry took it nodding to him.

“Not as well as your friend at the end of the bar.” They nodded away from him. His eyes moved down the line to the one and only, Iris West. She smirked and waved at him as she jumped off the stool.

“Coming back to work?” He asked as she approached him.

“Maybe once I get bored of this news gig.” She smiled giving him a hug, “How are you?”

“I’m doing.” He told her with a shrug, “I presume you’re here…”

“Yes…can we go upstairs?” She followed him as he nodded heading back to the stairs. She walked over to the couch in his office throwing her bag down before stepping over to the window, “Still the best view in the house.”

“That’s how I built it.” He stepped over to her after shutting the door, “So?”

Iris looked at him before she sighed, “You’re girl is clean.”

“…how?” He looked at her as she shrugged, “You mean to tell me that you got absolutely nothing.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t get anything.” Her eyes narrowed on him, “That’s insulting, Harry, really…”

“I asked you…”

“Shush.” She interrupted him walking over to her bag pulling out a file, “She arrived in Central City two and a half weeks ago. Before that she was in Coast City for what seems like a month and before that…Starling City.”

“Doing what?” He took the file from her and began flipping through it.

“Odd jobs really…Waitressing, strip joint, car wash…” She rattled off quickly.

“You found her in the three cities…” He looked at here, “Where’s the rest?”

“That’s all there is.” Iris told him.

“It can’t be…” He closed the folder, “Iris, she didn’t just appear in Starling City…where is she from? Why is she here?”

“I don’t have those answers.” Iris told him with a huff, “Here’s a novel idea…why don’t you ask her?”

“Because people lie.” He rolled his eyes bringing his drink up to his mouth.

“Well then I got nothing for you.” She picked up here bag.

“Iris…” He looked at her as she headed for the door.

She slowed down turning back to him, “Harry…”

“You could…” He took a step toward her.

“No.” She shut her eyes shaking her head.

“He could help.” Harry looked down to her face.

“No. I said no, I meant it.” Iris glared at him.

“You’re boyfriend has access to the CCPD, your father probably has more…” He pointed out quickly.

“Why does this bother you so much?” She crossed her arms looking him up and down as he turned from her, “Harry…”

He sighed looking away, “Don’t.”

“Hey…you want me to push…” She moved in front of him poking him in the chest, “then I want to know why.”

Harry looked at her his mouth dropping open slightly before he spoke, “I…she …there was this…moment…”

Iris watched him struggle with the words but she knew where it was coming from, “I’ll do what I can…but it’s going to take some time. No pushing.”

“No pushing.” He repeated nodding slowly before taking in a deep breath, “Iris…thank you.”

She sighed, “After this…we are even…no in fact…you owe me one.” She told him punching him in the arm as she walked past him.

He chuckled a little letting her leave this time. After a moment he walked over to the window looking down at the people. He scanned the crowd until he saw you setting some drinks down for guests. You smiled at them flicking your hair away from your face as you moved to the next table picking up empty glasses. Every movement was fluid like a carefully crafted dance.

He shook his head when you disappeared from view. The last couple weeks had been…different. He’d been distracted…falling into the past.

He shut his eyes pushing up his glasses as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was getting a headache from all the scenarios rolling through his head. Luckily for him he had a couch.

Gulping down the rest of his drink he set the glass down before plopping down on the couch. He adjusted a few times before setting the back of his hand on his forehead.

A while later he stretched wiping a hand over his face. He could hear the closing music as he sat up. He hadn’t meant to sleep that long.

Grabbing the glass he walked out of his office and down the stairs. He paused seeing you at the bar wiping down the wet glasses.

Clearing his throat he walked over nodding to a couple patrons walking out, “You’re still here.”

You looked at him and smiled, “There’s…still work to be done.”

“You’ve been here since we opened.” He eyed you carefully as you set the glasses down behind the bar.

“Is…there an overtime issue? Cause you’re the first boss that I’ve seen who doesn’t want their workers always working.” You continued to smile as you worked.

“This isn’t an easy job…” He put the cup down in front of you and placed his palms on the counter, “Why are you here?”

You looked at him your eyes widening, “Why…exactly do you care? I’m just another one of your girls…”

“I don’t have girls…” He smirked a little, “And I’m not like most bosses. I actually do care.”

“I’m beginning to understand that.” Your eyes twinkled a little as you moved a stray hair back into place before you sighed, “I…haven’t been having any luck finding a place to stay. Things a bit more expensive than the last city I was in.”

“So instead, you’re working yourself to death?” He had to stop himself from laughing as your eyes snapped up to him.

“I have…napped in…the dressing rooms. So rest assured that I am not dying.” You informed him.

“Yet.” He tapped a finger against the bar for a minute, “Follow me.”

“Excuse me?” You tilted your head a little.

“I might have a solution for you.” He nodded for you to follow. He took a deep breath walking up the second flight of stairs behind his office. He paused at a door pulling out his keys.

You stood behind him as he opened the door, “Mr. Wells.”

“Everyone calls me Harry, you can too.” He looked back at you as he walked inside.

You stepped inside looking around a large loft. Your mouth dropped open, “I didn’t know there was a place up here.”

“Yeah…not many do…it’s also not finished.” He pointed to the kitchen area where tiles still laid around unattached to the floor and walls, “But…I’d be willing to rent it out…deduct it from your pay.”

“Mr…” You turned stopping, “Harry…I can’t…this too generous.”

“Then rent it until you find a place.” He stepped toward you looking into your eyes, “It’s important for a person to have a space…use this for yours. There’s some spare lounge couches in one of the bedrooms. We can make it into a bed until you get one.”

“…Thank you.” You smiled at him as he handed you the key.

“Obviously there might be some noise…Always keep it locked…” He rattled off holding the keys against your hand, “No…raiding the booze…”

You laughed a little, “Of course.”

He smiled a little at the sound of your laughter, “I’ll get someone in here to finish up the electrical, but there’s running water.”

“It is more than I had fifteen minutes ago. STAR Lounge has giving me so much in such a short time.” You looked around the loft beaming, “I will do everything I can to make sure you know how grateful I am.”

He felt a swelling in his chest, “I…just show up to work…you don’t have much of an excuse to not make any more.” More laughter, something he didn’t realized he missed, “You should grab your things…I’ll move those couches together.”

You nodded before reaching out touching his arm, “Thank you…”

He nodded watching you walk out before he put his hand where yours had touched him. Strange familiarity rushed through him as he moved to the bedroom. He hadn’t been up here in years.

It was supposed to be a home…instead events turned it into a storage.

He made quick work of the couches and stood up brushing the dust of his pants. He looked over at you standing in the doorway, “They really are comfier then they look.”

Your eyes lit up as they crinkled, “I’m sure they are.”

He stood there a moment longer, “Uh well…you…should settle in…I’ll uh just…go.”

“I will walk you out.” You walked with him to the door, “Thank you again…”

“It’s fine…” He nodded, “Good night, Y/N.”

His eyebrows went up as he watched your face flush, “Good night, Harry.”

The Distance That Brought Us Together

Sequel to The Distance That Took Us Away~

Kim Seokjin x Reader

Lyrics from Hey There Delilah by Plain White T’s

Word count/genre: 1936 / angst, fluff ending


But girl, tonight you look so pretty, yes, you do.

Times Square can’t shine as bright as you

I swear it’s true

You were sitting on your bed, shoveling as much ice cream as you could into your mouth as you tortured yourself, watching old live streams that you did with Jin, remembering how much simpler it was back then.

When you were with Jin, you were constantly hanging out with your best friend. Your nerdy best friend who supported you no matter what. You missed him. You missed him so much that your heart ached as you laid on your bed, unable to cry anymore. Your chest ached from how often you were racked with sobs. Your throat hurt because you were often dry heaving, wanting to throw up but being unable to.

You were hurting. Your legs hurt from being too curled up, your head hurt from crying so much, your tongue felt heavy and dead inside your mouth, dry like the Sahara desert, almost like it was choking you.

You constantly told yourself that you hated Kim Seokjin. You had to. He hurt you and you wouldn’t… you couldn’t love someone who hurt you.

But as you repeated to yourself that you hated him, you couldn’t help but remember all of the memories the two of you had together.

He once took you to New York about a year or two into your relationship. You had gotten pretty serious at this point and as you stare in awe at the miraculous neon lights that lit up the city, your mouth hung open. No matter how many times you saw it, it wasn’t quite like this night.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and gently took your other hand and the two of you danced in Times Square. He wasn’t quite the best ballroom dancer, but he was the perfect partner.

He dipped you and kissed you softly, pulling you up and holding you close, like you were precious and would break if he kissed you too harshly. You traced the outline of his jaw with your finger as you relished in each others embrace.

He told you that you were beautiful and that one day, he would be proud to call you his wife.

Your heart shattered, remembering as you squeezed your eyes shut, the sick nausea feeling rising up in your throat as you thought of Jin. You had been dodging everyone for the past few weeks, not responding to your closest friends, family, and even the other members of BTS. Hoseok, Namjoon, Jungkook, even Yoongi were trying desperately to get ahold of you but whenever your phone went off, you just silenced it.

You didn’t want to be reminded of what could have been.

Don’t worry about the distance

I’m right here if you get lonely, give this song another listen.

Close your eyes, listen to my voice, it’s my disguise.

I’m by your side.

He twirled you as you two danced around the living room of your apartment. You had built a blanket fort, a blanket was tied to your back as you danced around in your scrunched up socks. He was still in his pajamas.

‘Hey there, Delilah, what’s it like in New York City?’ the voice wafted over the radio. You were listening to American hits as you two slid around on the hardwood floors. Jin got very serious as he gently cupped your jaw. He frowned slightly.

“I never want us to be apart. I don’t want you to ever have to worry about the distance between us, I don’t want the distance to ever take you away from me. Even if that means I have to ignore everyone else, I want to be here for you. Even to just listen to you as you fall asleep on Skype, I never want to be apart from you,” Jin muttered as he looked down at you.

You gently rubbed his arms as you kissed his cheek softly, “You don’t have to be apart from me. I’ll always be here, I’m by your side.”

Running your hands through your hair you screamed into a pillow, not wanting your thoughts to be anywhere near him. You hated how your brain decided to bring up these memories even though it was years ago. You heard your phone ‘bling’ and picked it up. It was a notification from V LIVE, announcing that BTS was doing a stream.

You sighed, and since you already had the sight pulled up, tuned into the broadcast anyway.

I know times are getting hard

But just believe me, girl

I’ll pay this bills with this guitar

As the V LIVE loaded up, you were met with your former boyfriend. You had half a mind to close out of the tab before you started to cry again but you paused, noticing his demeanor.

He seemed to be looking at someone beyond the camera and you heard Yoongi’s voice behind it, telling him that it would be okay.

Jin’s appearance was disheveled. His eyes were dull and blood-shot, heavy bags hung under them with dark circles as he rubbed his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in over a week. His hair was done but you could tell it hadn’t been washed in a few days. He had dirt smudged on his cheek and he was struggling to smile. Whenever he tried it faltered and dropped back to a frown. He cleared his throat and you noticed the guitar resting in his lap.

“There’s-” he started talking but his voice cracked and he shut his eyes, shaking his head slightly. Clearing his throat he tried again.

“There’s something I’d like to say. To a certain someone who I… who I hurt. [Y/N], if you’re watching this, which I doubt you are. I’m… I’m so sorry. I never-” he paused and looked up and you could see the tears begin in the brink of his eyes, “I never meant to hurt you. I was on an infinity high and thought I could get away with anything. I had everything I ever wanted and you were so kind. I thought you would be with me forever. I was wrong and I’m not blaming you. I was a horrible person, I treated-” He cleared his throat again and let out a shaky breath.

“I treated you terribly. You deserve someone better. You’re way better off without me. I wanted to catch the next flight to come and see you but… I figured you needed time. You didn’t need me. You don’t need me, [Y/N]. But I need you,” he finished softly as he placed his fingers on the strings of the guitar, the pad of his thumb on his free hand resting on the strings above the strumming area.

He strummed the first few chords before he slowly started singing in his soft angelic voice.

“Hey there Delilah, what’s it like in New York City? I’m a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty,” he sang, and you could tell that he was fixated on the memory too.

As he finished the song, Jin played the final chord and stood up abruptly, dropping his guitar. As he walked away, you could hear him sniffling and your heart broke even further. He wasn’t supposed to be upset. He was supposed to be partying and forgetting about you, so you could hate him even more. How could you hate him when he was this discontempt?

Yoongi ended the live stream and you struggled to find your phone, brushing away potato chip crumbs and various other food items you drowned yourself in. Scrolling through your contacts as quick as you could, you got in contact with Yoongi.

Our friends would all make fun of us

And we’ll laugh along because we know

None of them has ever felt this way.

Holding your breath, you let it out as you stepped out from the gate. Standing in the waiting area of the airport, you saw your best friends frantically waving towards you, jumping up and down and holding a sign that said [Y/N] in massive letters.

As you took a few steps forward you remembered the first time you met the guys. Jin had brought you around the dorms for the first time to get out of the rain, as it was already pretty late and it was pouring outside, the storm not ceasing. The dorm was closer than your apartment and as you walked in, you were met with a bunch of ‘oh’s!

Yoongi was the only normal one who treated you with some respect, as the other boys were more excited to delve into Jin’s personal life. They became your friends over time as you hung out with them more and more.

You stole all of Jin’s sweatshirts that Jungkook would smuggle out of his room, Taehyung would often teach you how to play D.Va in Overwatch, Yoongi would show you piano, you’d help Jin teach Namjoon to cook. Jimin to play the guitar even if he had small fingers. Hoseok and you would host random slumber parties where you and the boys would just sit around and play slumber party games like “Truth or Dare” and “Paranoia”.

They often laughed whenever Jin would gush about how much he loved you, calling him soft and playfully hitting him. You two had become the bud of most inside jokes in the dorm, but you laughed along. You knew none of them would probably ever feel the same way that you felt about Jin.

As you neared the group of boys, you noticed Jin standing with his hands in his pockets. He looked up at you awkwardly as he shuffled his feet around before walking up to you.

“Hey,” he muttered. You raised an eyebrow but responded with a soft ‘hey’. You felt the tension grow in the air as he looked up at you. You noticed that he had cleaned up, he took a shower and even smelled of the cologne you liked on him so much.

“[Y/N… how much do I have to beg to have you give me another chance?” he asked softly as he shuffled from foot to foot, uncomfortably looking at the ground, afraid of what you might say.

“I wouldn’t have flown this far if I wasn’t going to give you a chance. Although, you don’t really look like you’re begging,” you mutter, teasing him lightly out of habit. He looked up at you and a small smile sprung across his lips as he fell to his knees, grabbing your hands. You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle that erupted from your throat.

“Please, [Y/N]. I have never been so sure of anything in my life. I’m begging you, please, one more chance. I love you so much, I made a dumb mistake. I didn’t even want that girl near me, she was drunk and holding on to me and I couldn’t get her to let go. I didn’t mean to miss so many Skype calls, I just figured things would happen as they did and I was being stupid. I was so dumb. Please-” you cut him off, shaking your head softly at him.

“One more chance, Kim Seokjin. After that, I’m gone, for good,” You told him as he got up from his knees, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You melted into the hug.

“That’s all I need.”

Oh, it’s what you do to me

Oh, it’s what you do to me

What you do to me

Imagine.. Falling For Shannon Leto

“So I’m just standing there with this huge platter in my hands whilst this chef is trying to wrestle this crab out of the tank when it manages to catch his nose! I wish you had been there to see it!" 

You both erupted into laughter and didn’t stop for a good few minutes. You had been face timing Shannon for over an hour just generally talking about your week and what you had been doing. Whilst you had been meeting friends and going to university, he had been playing on stage and watching crabs and humans fight. Your laugh was so loud your room mate Mel came over, looked at your phone and smiled. His laugh was so loud it attracted  the attention of Tomo and Jared.

"Still just friends are we Shannon?” Jared spoke as Shannon’s face grew cold. Shannon angled his phone so that you could see Jared sat on the sofa with Emilia Clarke sat on his lap with his arms around her waist. They met at the SAG awards a few months ago and had recently gotten together. You had met her once in person and she was so lovely: you were so happy Jared had found someone like her. “Quit it!” Jared said as he pulled Emilia closer as to conceal both their faces as they both giggled together. 

Shannon shook his head. “You’d swear there were conjoined twins.. Eurgh!” He whispered as you both laughed a little. 

“Jared’s right!" Tomo pushed his chair with wheels backwards so he was just visible in the top left side of your iPhone screen. 

"Will you shut it?” Shannon hissed very seriously which made Tomo, as always, laugh. 

“Only if I get to be best man!" Tomo said as he pushed himself back out the screen.

"And I get to be maid of honour!” Shouted Jared from the other side. You couldn’t help but laugh at how they all were whilst Shannon took a bit of convincing. 

“I miss being with you guys a lot.” You whisper, not wanting anymore taunting to come Shannon’s way.

“I miss you more. Tomorrow morning we’ll be waiting at the airport for you, right? And I’ll be wanting the biggest hug in the world off of you, OK?” Shannon spoke, smiling.

“And more if you’re offering!" Tomo shouts in again. 

"Oh, Shannon.. Oh.. Oh Shannon.. Yes!” Jared taunted from the other side of the room which made Tomo and Emilia erupt into fits of laughter. You tried your best not to laugh yourself but eventually you became a mess of restrained giggles. 

“Before this gets any worse - I’ll see you tomorrow, shorty.” Shannon said with a smile. 

“See you tomorrow, muscles.” You replied.

For a while you did what you normally did at the end of a face time with Shannon. You’d both just sit there for a couple of seconds in silence just looking at each other. As if your minds spoke what your mouths did not. 


Your flight left at 2AM from London Heathrow Airport and you were to fly to LA for just over a week to spend sometime with Shannon and the others. You had been looking forward to this more than anything as you loved Los Angeles so much and you loved seeing them more. As your got into your seat for the 10 hour flight ahead of you, you reached into your pocket for your iPod. Shannon knew that you didn’t like flying much so he’d always make a play list for you to listen to and filled it with songs you loved, he loved and you both loved. He’d always title the play list differently, too. 

‘10 hours.. Then that hug.’ It read. This filled you with butterflies. 

You never got to see the songs before you listened to them as Shannon made sure you didn’t see them. You put the play list on shuffle and the first song that came on was one of both your favourites: A Daydream Away - All Time Low. 

you’re just a daydream away, I wouldn’t know what to say if I had you..


Half an hour before arriving, you got a text from Mel.

'Hey - Have a lovely time with the boyfriend, wont you? Don’t feel too guilty leaving me.. I give you enough teasing so this makes up for it ;-) Ring me when you arrive! I love you (as does Shan) <3’

You turned to face out of the plane window where all you could see were fluffy clouds and buildings scattered all below you. You’d met Jared on the set of Dallas Buyers Club as you’d done a training course helping out certain scenes of filming and you had just gotten talking and became good friends. Over the next few weeks you became very close with Jared and would spend weekends with the rest of 30 Seconds To Mars and a few of their friends. Nothing ever happened between you and Jared although it could have. For some reason, it never did, but there was always something. That was until you first saw Shannon one weekend that Jared had bought you home. He stood just over 5'9 (which towered over your 5'5 - hence the nickname 'shorty’ he gave to you the first time you ever met) with swept up hair and his deep hazel eyes that differed so much from Jared’s. Something instantly clicked between the two of you and between joking insults and fake fights: you realised that Shannon was different from any other guy you had ever met. You had only ever had one previous boyfriend about 2 years ago for just over 6 months but nothing could compare to this. You felt a brick in the walls you had made around yourself be removed and a smiling face with hazel eyes beaming at you through it. 

You loved the gentle flirting and the joking insults more than the real thing. 

Finally, you arrived in LA.


Walking through the doors of arrival - you saw five people awaiting you. Tomo - smiling and happy as always. Alice - a friend you’d made on the Dallas Buyers Club set and  friend of Tomo’s and yours. Jared - looking as good as always with the beautiful Emilia in his arms who was beaming at you already. And Shannon. He wore tight blue jeans with black boots and a red t-shirt with a leather jacket on top. He took off his sunglasses and raced over to you. 

"As promised.” You say but before you had time to wrap your arms around him, his was already around you and you were off the floor. He exhaled and you could feel him smiling into your hair. 

“Why do you have to live so far away?” Shannon said in a deep, husky voice. It was 12PM and it was obvious he hadn’t been up for long. 

“Well for the next week or so I won’t be - I’ll be right here.” You say as his grip tightens which starts to hurt as he is unaware of his own strength. 

“That’s exactly where I’ve needed you.” He spoke. 

“Muscles.. I need to breathe..” You chuckle as he quickly loosens his grip and places you on the floor. 

“Sorry shorty!” He said as he ruffled your hair. 

He put his hand on the bottom of your lower back and slowly guided you over to the others.

“Hey there kiddo - long time no see!" Tomo said as he gave you a quick embrace. 

"Nice to see you! It’s been weird not having you around! We’ve missed you.” Jared said as he gave you a kiss on the cheek and smiled.

“It’s so good to meet you again, you know, not including the face time chats..” Emilia winked at you and gave you a hug. 

“Hey!”, Alice said as she hugged you. “Can you just move to LA please? I’ve missed you!" 

It was so nice to feel accepted in this group of friends. It was so lovely to have friends both in the UK and LA although it is hard to keep both of the bonds as tight as they can be. 

"Let’s go then guys - Shannon’s driving!" Tomo shouted as everyone started laughing. Shannon always got so aggressive and angry when he was driving so since he nearly punched someone when they pulled out in front of him - he was not allowed anywhere near the steering wheel. Slowly everyone started to dissipate and go to the exit whereas Shannon held onto your arm so you were both at the back. He turned to you when everyone had left and put his arms around your waist as you put yours around his shoulders. 

Neither of you said anything for a few seconds as you both just looked at each other. Shannon slowly pressed his forehead against yours and then kissed it. 

"This is all I’ve wanted since the minute I said goodbye to you.” He spoke. Never one for sentimentality - you couldn’t help but get a bit choked up. 

“I’ve never missed anyone as much as you.” You whispered back. Your smile was evident in your voice as was his. Once again you both hugged and rocked gently. 

“Shannon I think she’ll want her lungs by the end of this visit.. Get a room!" Tomo shouted. Shannon’s muscles tensed as he stood up and returned his right hand to your back and guided you to them. 

"As if they get it..” Shannon whispered which made you both start chuckling. 


You got back to the house just after 12:30 and you hadn’t slept much on the flight and jet-lag had already starting to show it’s head. You had just over 4 hours before you had to start getting ready for a meal with Shannon’s Mum Constance and the everybody else. The next week was packed with visits to the beach and various places in LA to see various things however - today was dedicated to spending time with the people you hadn’t seen in months. Emilia had only arrived the day before so Jared was desperate to spend more time with her and equally with you and Shannon. The weather had started to cloud over somewhat anyway so you all decided to get some food and drink and sit in the huge living room together. 

“Catching Fire? I  need to go and see that movie! Number one was awesome!" Tomo spoke with enthusiasm with Alice. They were the ones mainly doing the talking with the group as Jared and Emilia sat on the sofa with her on his lap and them holding hands talking quietly and laughing every so often to the right of you. To the left, Tomo sat on a beanbag on the floor and Alice cross-legged on the sofa. Which left you and Shannon in the middle. Without saying anything: Shannon wrapped his huge arms around your waist and pulled you to the side of him as he told you to rest your head on his shoulder. The next 2 hours or so consisted of all 6 of you talking about everything that had happened recently and laughing a lot which made you feel like you’d never really been away at all. Jared and Emilia had been at a party until the late hours of the morning last night so they both fell asleep on the sofa they both lay on together. Tomo and Alice continued to talk about films until eventually Tomo took her to see the huge movie collection that he owned. Shannon turned your head to look up to his. 

"You can go to sleep you know - you look really tired.” He whispered.

“Oh thanks Muscles,” You laughed as you stretched. “I do want to be awake to meet Constance later.” Shannon instantly lay down across the sofa and pulled you on top of him so your head was on his chest and his arms were draped around your waist. You fell asleep to the sound of his steady breathing.

You heard the footsteps of Tomo and Alice returning. 

“Light weights." Tomo chuckled. 

"Lets watch Borat next door..” Alice said as she began going through the DVD’s. 

“Only if we get to watch Iron Man after!" Tomo spoke in a hushed tone if not to wake everyone. 


"Shannon,” You called, struggling in front of the mirror. “Can you help me with my zip please?” Shannon came in tightening the knot in his tie as he dropped his hands to help you pull up the zipper on your dark blue dress. You then turned to look at him. 

“Wow.. You look..” Shannon was transfixed by what you were wearing. 

“Put your eyes back in their sockets, Shan!” Jared taunted as he walked past the door. “You look beautiful.” Jared said slowly. 

“You honestly look amazing.” Shannon continued walking over and taking your hands as you smiled. 

“Do you think she’ll like me?” That’s what you had been worrying about for so long. You had never met Constance before and you were so nervous. 

“Like?!” Shannon began. “She'll love every last bit of you.” He pulled you in for a hug. “As do I..” He whispered. 

“What did you say?” You heard exactly what he had said and it had made you panic with the seriousness of what he had just said. 

“Nothing aha.. Let’s go, we don’t want to be late!" 

Tomo drove with Alice in the passenger seat and you and Shannon in the back whilst Jared drove Emilia to pick up Constance. The whole car ride consisted of Shannon’s hand feeling very heavy on your shoulder as worry and nervousness started to creep into you with the reality of what was about to happen and the sincerity of what he had just which started to become very real. 


"Mum!” Shannon called as Constance got out of the car with Jared and Shannon walked over to greet her. She wore a dark pink dress which she looked lovely in and she wore a smile and eyes that looked so similar to the boys that it was scary. She slowly started walking over to you. 

“It is so lovely to meet you..” You began saying before she threw her arms around you for a hug.

“Hello honey - you look so pretty. It’s lovely to meet you too.” She was so sweet and gentle that it made you smile so much. 

At the dinner table: Jared and Emilia sat to your left with Tomo and Alice in front of them. Constance sat next to Alice opposite you and Shannon sat beside you. You spoke for a good half an hour whilst drinking wine until Constance began talking about Jared and Emilia. 

“It’s so lovely to see you two so happy..” This made Emilia blush as Jared looked at her and smiled. “I’ve not seen Jared this happy in a long while..” Jared kissed Emilia which made her blush even more. “And you two!” Constance directed her look to you and Shannon. Fear and nervousness rushed into you and you felt completely out of your depth. “It’s so lovely to see you two are together.. You seemed to have been up in the air for so long!” Jared chuckled at this reference before it all went dead silent and everybody looked at you. You felt panicked. You didn’t think you were properly together and you didn’t know what to do. You could feel yourself getting hotter and more pressure pushing down on you before you said:

“No, we’re not together. Nothing’s going on. We’re just friends. We’re not interested in each other at all - are we Shan?" 

You looked at Shannon with a smile and as soon as the words had finished protruding from your mouth you instantly regretted them. Shannon’s face turned cold and he removed his hand from your arm immediately as Constance looked as confused as the rest of the table.

"Obviously not. Excuse me.” Shannon pushed his chair away and walked outside. Everyone’s eyes shot back to you. The only one who didn’t seem that phased was Jared. 

“Go and talk to him!” Constance snapped at Jared before looking back at you and smiling. “Don’t worry about this dear - maybe I said the wrong thing.” This made you feel even more guilty than before. 

“What? It’s how she feels! If she’s not interested - she’s not interested.” Jared spoke. Even Emilia looked at him with a shocked expression. “What?” He repeated. 

“I’ll go." Tomo said as he pushed away his chair and walked towards the door whilst giving the dirtiest look to Jared. 

"I don’t understand what I did wrong..” Jared looked genuinely confused and kept trying to meet everyone’s gaze as if waiting for an answer.

Deep down, you knew exactly what you should of said, which was the truth that you had only just realised. That he was the only one you wanted. The one of you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The one you loved. 


As soon as the meal finished Jared and Emilia drove Constance home after exchanging kisses goodbye with you and wishing you the best until she sees you again which she insisted she would and saying she loved you lots. You all agreed you would go out to a bar for some drinks tonight and that plan was still to go ahead. 

In the bar, Jared and Emilia spoke a little more but laughed a little less. Tomo and Alice still spoke about movies in between drinks of wine and vodka. Shannon sat to your left silently. He was hurt: it was evident in his cold face as he repeatedly ran his finger over the side of his glass of whiskey. 

“Shannon..” You began. He looked up at you and smiled before looking back down and continuing to circle his glass. 

“What’s up - shorty..” He said in a deep, angry tone. This scared you more than anything.

“Can we talk?” You whispered. He didn’t as much as look up. “Please? Outside for 5 minutes?” He got up and placed some money into Tomo’s palm.

“Another round please - we’ll be two minutes.” Shannon said as he walked outside as you followed him. 

The air was bitterly cold as it was nearing 12AM and the wind started to bite at your bare arms. Shannon wore a suit with skinny black trousers which made him look amazing in the moonlight. 

“OK - what?” Shannon’s voice was harsh and short. 

You looked to the ground which made him exhale deeply.

He looked at you before saying: “Look, I just don’t understand. I thought I did get what was going on between us but obviously - I don’t. Please just explain to me what’s going on because I-" 

"Love you.” You finished for him. “I love you.” You felt the words wash out of your mouth. 

“I was just scared and panicked because I had never ever felt like this before.. but now I really do know. I love you, Shannon." 

The cold look in Shannon’s eyes vanished and they became wild and transfixed by yours once again.

"I love you too.” He said. 

He took one step towards you and placed his hands around your waist and lent down and slowly, you both kissed. He ran his hands up your arms and to your cheeks and pulled away and looked at you. Whereas before the words were only said in your minds, this time it was out loud. 

“I love you.” You both said simultaneously as Shannon pulled you in for a hug. As you rested your head on his shoulder, Shannon’s eyes previous to the kiss weren’t the only ones that looked cold and broken in the moonlight. 

A pair of eyes crumbled as he stood in the doorway watching you.


In Every Universe: All in One Piece

AU one-shot, post HBP, Harry/Ginny, Drama/Romance, Rated R

A/N: I really wanted to be done with this for hpshipweeks. Oh, well. Hope you all enjoy! Please reblog!


He took her for the first time against the dresser in her parents’ room.

It was frantic, messy, mad, fast. It didn’t hurt like she thought it would, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Still, she wouldn’t have changed a thing. He was sweet with her, just like she knew he would be. He moaned in her ear how much he loved her, loved her, loved her, and she gasped back that she was his, always and forever.

They were very nearly caught. The Burrow was full to bursting with guests for the wedding, and someone was bound to come up and use the small loo attached to the master. They only had seconds to straighten their clothes and catch their breaths before the door flew open, and the bride floated in, the hem of her voluminous bridal robes held loosely in her manicured fingers.

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows rose when she noticed them.

“I ‘ope I am not interrupting,” she said slowly.

“Of course not.” Ginny tried to quell the blush rising to her cheeks and gestured to the bathroom. “Would you like some help?”

She looked back at Harry over her shoulder as she bent down and scooped the short train of Fleur’s dress. He was lowering his flask of Polyjuice, the ends of his hair already starting to turn ginger. He met her eyes briefly before he turned away.

It would be the last she saw of him for months.

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Kaleidoscope Chords

Happy First day of Klaroline AU Week! I hope everyone enjoys the deluge of fics I can only hope we’re about to recieve. Here is my take on the AU Celebrity/Rockstar Klaus troupe!

This particular fic was written in part for goldcaught, candycolamorgan, and thetourguidebarbie. Ladies, I hope you enjoy.

Prequels: kc + celebrity au & rockstar au

Caroline left the venue with flushed skin and a pounding heart. It had been a last minute decision, a bit of a splurge, but as she followed in the wake of the crowd she didn’t regret it. Abstract Choir was amazing. She’d known that, having hidden a few iTunes downloads guiltily on her phone. But when a last minute convention had shown up on her radar, she’d been unable to help rolling the dice on a gamble for tickets.

A dent in her pocket book when she could have scored a free pass was something Katherine would mock her for. Although, her loose and free friend would be highly entertained by straight laced Caroline rearranging her flight home to see her… to see Klaus in concert. But as she fanned herself with her program, she was relieved she didn’t have to see Klaus in person so shortly after watching him perform. The Rockstar who’d been inserting himself into her life - pizza picnics on the floor of her living room, those endearing little sketches, a barrage of text messages - was hot on stage.

If the number of panties flung at him said anything, she was hardly the only one who thought so.

She’d known the details of the group once Katherine had barged over with several Google search printouts after her accidental brush with the tabloids. Caroline had known he was magnetic and charming, the devil in his smile. But until a Time Magazine article was shoved in her face, she’d never had thought to put that playful determination down to a legitimate rock god.

She’d have been wrong.

Klaus Mikaelson might have been lead vocalist, but neither Rebekah nor Kol Mikaelson were shabby. So far, her favorite was when Rebekah and Klaus sang duet, their voices blending in a way that left goosebumps. Rebekah’s husband Enzo rounded out the group, and they were magic.

Caroline waited until she was the airport, waiting to board her red-eye flight back to New York to pull out her phone. There were a few missed texts from Katherine, a call from her mom and the one she’d known would be there.

‘L.A. says hi.’

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Reversed Roles: Part 7

Summary: The reader is Jared Padalecki’s little sister. She’s finishing filming a movie and Jared tries to convince her to take a role on his show.

Word Count: 1756

Warnings: None

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5 – Part 6

You’d just gotten out of the shower when there was a knock on your hotel door. You looked through the peephole, but there was no one there. Your anxiety climbed and you carefully opened the door. No one was in the hallway at all.

Feeling oddly relieved, you started to close the door, but then an envelope on the floor caught your attention. As if in a trance, you bent down to pick it up. Going back into the safety of the room, you opened the envelope and took out the piece of paper.

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Accidental Roommates

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Also, sorry for any mistakes. I really wanted to get this up now, but I’ll edit it later.

My very first apartment on my own had me feeling nervous, but excited at the same time. I had lived in Seoul with my best friend for 3 years, but she decided to move back to LA a month ago. I had hopes that she would return, but the two bedroom apartment rent was becoming too much for me to handle alone. This new one bedroom apartment was cheaper and a better commute to my job. The downside was that it was on the 14th floor, but there was an elevator, only one. And if that one elevator broke down, I don’t know how I could ever make it up 14 flights of stairs. The elevator issue was far from my mind when I signed the renter’s agreement contract. When I first came to look at the apartment it had a giant window in the living room with a view that overlooked the city. I fell in love immediately and planned to have many cups of tea or coffee in front of that window.

I smiled to myself as I unlocked the door to my apartment. Upon entering the sound of low music filled my ears and confusing washed over me. I stepped out and took a peak at the apartment number. “1403.” I cautiously walked back inside. “Hello?” There were half opened boxes and some furniture set in no particular place. The sound of footsteps shuffled toward me. A guy with just a towel on entered the room. He had just gotten out of the shower and was towel drying his hair when his eyes met mine.

“YAH! How’d you get in here?!”

“I think there’s—“

“If you leave now, I won’t call the police.”

“—some confusion. Police?”

“Yeah, the police.” He gripped my arm and guided me toward the door.

“But, this is my apartment! I put down a $500 deposit.”

“You fangirls are really cunning.”

“Pfft, fangirl?” I removed myself from his grip and pulled out my cell.

“Are you taking a picture!?” He tried to cover himself with the towel he placed around his neck.

“As if. You take enough shirtless pics yourself.” I clicked my tongue in disgust.

“Get out!” He continued to urge me to leave my apartment.

“Not until I speak to the landlord.” I stood my ground and dialed the landlord’s number.

“I’m telling you, you’ve got the wrong place.” He frustratingly sighed.

After an hour later, we discovered that the landlord, an elderly woman, had double signed a contract for this apartment. Her grandson was kind enough to come see us and sort out the details for us. Though, he couldn’t find a resolution for us…other than sharing the apartment until another one became available.

“I’ve paid a deposit for an apartment, there’s no way I’m leaving.”

“My things were here first, I’m definitely not leaving.”

“Then it’s settled, you’ll both stay here. Sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll return both your deposits by the end of the week.” The landlord’s grandson stated.

Jay and I sat awkwardly on his newly bought couch.

“Take the bed, I’ll take the couch.” Jay sighed as he fumbled through the boxes searching for something.

“I’m not going to take your bed. It’s new right? You should sleep in it. I’ll take the couch.”

“Stop being stubborn, I said I’d take the couch.” He pulled out a blanket from one of the boxes and tossed it on the couch.

“Really, I’m fine. I’ll take the—“

“Look, it’s not in me to let a girl sleep on the couch. So just take the bed.” He demanded this time.

The remaining week went by in a flash. Jay and I worked out a partnership. I slept in his bed, while he slept on the couch. I woke up earlier than him, so I prepared breakfast. I woke him up before I would leave so that he wasn’t late getting to the studio. My schedule allowed me to get home earlier than him, so I also prepared dinner. Though, sometimes I cheated and ordered takeout.

“You made breakfast?” I walked into the kitchen rubbing my eyes.

“Well, you’ve been making me breakfast all week, so I figured since I have the day off I would treat you.” He handed me a plate.

“Wow! Pancakes?!”

“You seem surprised that I can cook.”

“I thought you only knew how to take shirtless selfies.” I teased.

“Are you a fan or not?”

“Eh, I follow you on instagram.” I shrugged.

Jay insisted on following me on instagram and then proceeded to go through my account. We moved our conversation to the couch as he asked me about certain pictures. He told me about his new album and his plans for releasing new music. Our conversation became more intimate when he started talking about his family. I gave him my full undivided attention as he discussed his hardships.

The day progressed and before we knew it night had fallen. He tried to hide it from me, but he received a few phone calls asking him to go out. He rejected them all and listened to my journey of moving to Seoul. We ordered beer and chicken and continued our conversation waiting for the delivery man.

“What attracted you to this apartment?” He suddenly asked.

“That.” I pointed to the window and smiled. He got up and walked over to the window. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” We stared at the night view watching the building lights light up the city. I placed my back against the window and closed my eyes. “It’s calming and almos—“

My eyes shot open and were immediately faced with Jay’s closed eyes. His lips were soft and his kiss gentle. I closed my eyes allowing myself to fall into the moment. His hands rested themselves on my waist as they roamed down to my hips. I slipped my hands under his shirt feeling his torso that I only saw in pictures. His lips twisted into a smile against mine and he pulled away. In a flash his shirt was on the floor and his lips were at my neck. A moan escaped my lips as he softly nibbled on my neck.

“I wanna hear more of those moans.” His warm breath tickled my neck. He slipped his hand down my sweats and stroked his digit on my opening. I gripped his shoulders to keep steady. His thumb massaged my clit, while his digit continued to stroke me. I grabbed him by his hair and brought his lips to mine again. His tongue demanded entrance, exploring and battling with my tongue. I whimpered as he removed his hand from my entrance. “Disappointed?” He whispered against my lips.

“Please don’t tease me.” I pouted. He smiled and slipped his hand down my panties. I moan as he slipped a digit inside.

“Is that better?” He gently bit my bottom lip and pulled.

“Oh my God!” I moaned.

“You’re so wet.” He slipped another digit in and curled his fingers. I gripped on to him as my knees gave out. Jay’s pace quickened taking me to my climax. He slipped his fingers out as I steady my breath. I turned to face the window and pulled pants along with my panties down. I peaked over my shoulder and bit my lip looking at him. Jay smiled as he unzipped his pants and pulled his throbbing member out.

He rubbed himself against my entrance, while his other hand firmly held onto my waist. Jay slowly entered me and released a growl. My fingers gripped the glass on the window and my head fell. He slipped a hand under my top and kneaded my breast.

“Oh, yes.” I moaned as he slid out and in again. His pace picked up and he slammed into me harder. I felt his hand slid to my clit and he began massaging me again. I tried to keep my balance as the sensation of him inside me made me want to collapse to the floor.

“Fuck.” He moaned.

“AH!” I moaned again. My walls began pulsing and sucking him in more.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He continued to thrust inside me, helping me reach my climax once again. He abruptly removed himself from me and pumped himself to continue his pace. He gripped my waist once again as his warm fluid splashed on my backside. He growled releasing one final moan has his hands fell to his side.

The door bell sounded startling both of us.

“Good timing.” I pulled my pants back up. I paid the delivery man and retrieved our food. “Where are you going?” Jay was grabbing his laptop and a jacket.

“I need to get this song out of my head before I forget it.”


“Yeah, you’ve inspired me.” He winked and walked out the door.

Another week had passed and I moved out into my own apartment. We both knew this arrangement was temporary, but that didn’t stop us from pursuing a relationship with each other.

“Coming.” A knock at my door summoned me.

“Hey neighbor,” Jay greeted me with a kiss, “If you ever need anything…sugar…eggs…sex, I’m right across the hall.”

“I have this new bed that needs to be broken in.” I teased.

“I think I could help with that.”

Trapped // C.T.H


warning: swearing and also they bang

a/n: sorry this took so long to write lol also sorry that it’s long as hell

As you finished talking to your mom, you felt like throwing your phone across the room. You had called to tell her the unfortunate news that you wouldn’t be home for Thanksgiving tomorrow, since a massive blizzard had blown in, shutting down all airports and basically all modes of transportation only a day before your scheduled flight home. Some of the students at your university left earlier in the week and made it home, but most, like you and your roommate, Calum, were trapped.

Instead of of throwing your phone, you put it down on your side table before grabbing a pillow and screaming into it. Apparently, it didn’t muffle well because seconds later, Calum poked his head into your room, his face showing a mixture of concern and amusement.
“You okay, Y/N?” he said with a slight chuckle.
“No!” you cried. “ I haven’t seen my family since summer and, sure, they’re a pain in the ass but I. WANT. TO. GO. HOME.”
Calum pretended looking hurt, jutting out his bottom lip before shuffling over to sit next to you on your bed.
“I thought you at least kind of enjoyed my company.”
You bumped his shoulder with yours, feeling the usual tingle you noticed every time you made contact with Calum starting about a year ago ago, as you both started laughing.
“So we can’t go out to the store obviously. What should we have for dinner tomorrow? I think we have some turkey sandwiches left over in the fridge,” Calum suggested.
You laughed.
“Fucking turkey sandwiches. I guess we don’t have another choice.”

You decided to spend the rest of the night on your couch that barely fit the two of you, watching World War Z. He sat facing the tv with you laying long ways, resting your legs on his lap and him resting his hands on your legs.
As you watched, you kept getting distracted. You ended up not paying attention to the movie at all and just admiring Calum as he focused on the movie. The crinkle between his eyebrows when an intense scene was on; his tongue that darted out to wet his lips every once in a while; the light squeeze he gave your legs at every jump scare, causing his biceps to flex. He caught your eye once, making you too nervous to look back. But after a few minutes, you began to drift off to sleep.

You wake up the next morning, Thanksgiving morning to be exact, still on the couch and still leaning on Calum. He had fallen asleep in what looked like a quite uncomfortable position. You wondered why he hadn’t woken you up and gone to bed but thought nothing of it as you tried to get up as carefully as possible without waking him.
You realized your plan failed as he shifted and groaned.
“My entire body hurts,” Cal said with his eyes still half closed
“Maybe that’s because you slept in positions only possible for professional contortionists,” you laughed. “Why didn’t you just get up and go to bed?”
“I didn’t want to wake you. You looked all cute and peaceful,” he said, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. You ignored the feeling in your chest as he said those words and smiled.
“Come on, get your lazy ass up before I eat all your cereal.”
His eyes shot open. You knew it would work.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I can and I will.”
Calum jumped up from the couch and ran over to the kitchen to protect his precious cereal. You just laughed at him before coming over to get your own favorite cereal.
As you were eating together sitting on the floor in the kitchen (a lazy day tradition), you found yourself again distracted by Calum. His hair was horribly messy from sleeping on the couch, and he had some creases on his face from the cushion, but he still looked as gorgeous as ever. The morning sun coming through the windows hit his golden brown skin, making it look as if he was glowing. You forced yourself to look away before he caught you staring again. You checked your phone, seeing that it was 10:34.
“OH MY GOD WE FORGOT TO TURN ON THE PARADE!” You jumped up running to the small living room, cereal bowl still in hand and spilling everywhere, to turn on the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Calum followed you to the couch where you both finished eating your cereal while watching the balloons float down the street, pointing out your favorite ones.

After a long afternoon of watching tv and arguing over what you would name your pet turkey if you had one, you two had come to an agreement that even though dinner was just going to be turkey sandwiches, you still wanted to look the part. You went to your room to get ready,
and decided to keep it simple with a maroon floor length dress, black heels, and your favorite red lingerie set. You heard Calum get in the shower as you started your makeup. His showers were long as frick so you knew you had a while. You were just perfecting your winged eyeliner when you heard him open the bathroom door.

About 10 minutes later, after you put on earrings and a necklace, you walked out of you room into the open area of the apartment and saw Calum, whose jaw dropped at the same time as yours as you got the first looks teach other. His hair was still damp but it looked as if he rubbed it dry with a towel because it somehow managed to stick up and flop over simultaneously. He wore a back button up with the sleeves rolled up (!!), black skinny jeans (probably the only pair he owned without rips in the knees), and some black boots he probably borrowed from his freshman friend, Luke, because you had never seen him wear them before.
“You look… stunning,” Calum finally managed to say. You could feel your face turning red as you have a small smile and said
“As do you.”

Calum had already set out your magnificent meal of sandwiches on the best plates you had. You had both sat down for only a minute when you jumped up so quickly that the table was shoved an inch or two towards him.
“We should have some wine!” You were both underage (well, until Calum’s birthday in a couple months) but you always had a stash. But as you checked your fridge, it turned out that all you had was a small, half full jug of chocolate milk that expired in three days. You took it back to the table, along with two wine glasses, a feeble attempt to make the most out of the situation.
“This is all we had.”
Calum took the glasses and the milk, trying to suppress a laugh (and failing), and poured your drinks.
You ate your underwhelming meal while trading off telling stories about past Thanksgivings, your loud laughter ringing through the small space.

As you started putting away your dishes, you noticed Calum had gotten suspiciously quiet, only grunting or nodding in response to your stories.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he mumbles, barely moving his mouth.
“Okay,” you said not wanting to push him. You started walking towards your room to change.
“It’s just-” you heard from behind you. You turned to Calum standing in between you and the kitchen, looking at his feet.
“It’s…” he started again.
You walked up to him, trying to get him to look at you. You couldn’t figure out what was bothering him so much that he could barely form words.
“I just… I really like you and I know you dont feel the same but since it’s a special occasion and we’re kind of stuck here I just really though I should…” He trailed off when you laid a hand on his stubble-covered cheek.
“Calum,” you said, letting out a light laugh. “I can’t believe you. I’ve been trying to show you for months that I like you but you just wouldn’t take a hint and I-” Calum had interrupted you by putting his hands on either side of your face and pressing his lips to yours. You could feel his hesitation at first, but as you closed your eyes and started to kiss back, he relaxed. You hoped he couldn’t feel your cheeks heat up.
He gave your bottom lip a slight tug as his hands slid down your back and came to rest on your bum. You slung your arms around his neck as he pulled your hips against his own.
“Do you want to do this?” you manage to breathe out before Calum’s slightly swollen lips are back on yours.
“Its all I’ve wanted since you moved in.” You start to step back when his hands pull you back.
“Jump,” he instructs. You hesitate but you hike up your dress and do as he says. He carries you to his room, keeping your lips connected but managing to hit your elbow on the doorway.
When he makes it in the room (without further injuring you) he sets you on your feet and, to your disappointment, pulls his lips off of yours. He slides the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders. Calum lets out a deep groan when he sees your bra and panties.
“Listen babe, as good as this looks on you, it needs to go,” he says, tracing his fingers over the edge of your bra. You keep you’re eyes locked on his as you reach behind you and unclasp it. You start pulling down the red panties but Calum stops you, saying
“No. Let me.” You gives you a light push so you are sitting on the edge of the bed. He kneels down before you, leaving light kisses from your knees up to your hips which caused you to groan and fall back onto the bed. He took the material between his teeth. He slowly tugged it down your thighs and dropped them on the floor.
“Princess, you’re already soaked,” Calum says, one corner of his mouth turning up. You grab a handful of his curls and pull him to where you need him most. He happily obeys as he licks your clit once before fully wrapping his lips around it and beginning to suck on it.
“Fuck, Calum,” you moaned. He continued to lick and suck for what felt like eternity but also only seconds. He flicked his tongue one last time before kissing back up your stomach, in between your breasts, and finally to your lips. His mouth moved against yours with a mixture of hunger and passion.
Your head was spinning already.
You tugged on the end of his t shirt, trying to tell him you wanted it off. Calum finally got the message and stood up to strip almost fully, leaving only his boxers on. Before joining you back on the bed, he paused to take in the sight before him. You started to squirm, getting uncomfortable and self conscious. But he just kept looking at you, as if he never wanted to take his eyes off of you. He leaned down, kissing you where he knew you were most insecure, since you had ranted about them many times before.
“Beautiful,” he mumbled in between each loving kiss. When his lips finally met yours again, almost all your doubt melted away. You tugged off his boxers and were met with a surprisingly large hard-on.
“Are you sure?” Calum asked, not wanting to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.
“Like you said, it’s all I’ve wanted.”
Calum gave you one last kiss before rolling off to get a condom from his drawer.
After putting it on he leaned over you once again, asking “Are you positive?”
“Yes, Calum,” you laughed. “Unless you don’t want to.”
Instead of replying, he bent his head down to kiss you.
“Of course I do.”
He kissed you again, moving his lips to your jaw as he pushed himself inside of you. He peppered light kisses up and down your neck, sucking and biting every once in a while, as he slowly started thrusting.
“Shit, Calum, yes,” you moaned as he hit your sensitive spot. With this, his confidence grew, and he sped up. Drops of sweat formed on his forehead as you ran your hands from his shoulders down his back. As you felt surges of pleasure and electricity coursing through your veins, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled his hips down, trying to get a better angle.
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful,” he sighed, his breath warm against your neck. His words made the knot that had formed in your stomach grow, and you clenched your walls around him.
“Mm yes, Y/N, do that again.” You repeated your action, and Calum began to whimpering and grunting, signaling that he was close. The sound of him cause you to flood with pleasure. His thrusts sped up and became more desperate. His hot, opened mouth kisses moved from your neck to your collar bones.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Y/N,” he moaned loudly as he bit down on your neck slightly, for sure leaving a mark, then kissing it to relieve the pain. He released into the condom, triggering your release as well.
“Calum, oh Calum yes,” you responded loudly and breathlessly.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he panted, pulling out and disposing of the condom before dropping onto the bed beside you.
“Calum.” You smiled, not enough for him to notice. “What just happened?”

Going Away On Tour (Daddy Luke fluff)

Summary: Luke is going on tour and he has to break the news to your daughter.


“Are we all going on holiday again?” I shook my head, “Nope” “Then why are we going to the airport?” Luke’s and my little girl asked, from the backseat of the car. I looked at Luke and back at the road, driving. “TELL ME TELL ME TELL MEEEEE” she squealed, while giggling.

Since all the boys, now grown men with families, had started settling down, the touring had reduced to short 1 or 2 month tours, called “holidays” that they went on with their families. But they’d put a new album out after a while which meant a long 7 month world tour and Luke decided he’d be the one to break the news to our little girl.

“Can I tell you at the airport, sweetie?” Luke asked, looking back at our tiny blonde girl with eyes bluer than Luke’s. “I want to know..” she whined, fiddling with the little penguin toy she held in her hand. Even after all the years, Luke insisted that they bought her at least one penguin stuffed animal, which caused her to grow so fond of it that it was followed by another 3 of them.

I exhaled, pursing my lips and parking the car, touching Luke’s hand, nodding at him. “Okay” he began, “Come here, princess” Luke said, reaching back and helping our baby with her seatbelt and pulling her into the front seat so she was sitting on his lap, facing him.

Instantly she kissed his nose, something she’d seen me do every night since she could remember anything. Luke smiled a small smile, kissing her nose back, making her giggle. “Am I a grown up now? Is that why I’m sitting here?” she asked, as Luke meddled with the end of her tiny Nirvana t-shirt. “No, sweetie. Luke, tell her please” I said softly, touching his cheek.

“Daddy’s going on holiday” Luke blurted out. God, he was terrible at this, I thought, smiling to myself. “WHY ARE YOU GOING ON HOLIDAY WITHOUT ME?” She yelled, her eyes immediately filling up with tears. “No no no I meant I’m going away but not on holiday. On tour..” he said, chewing on his bottom lip. “What’s t-tour?” the tiny 4 year old asked, rubbing her eyes.

“It’s daddy’s job, penguin. You know how he sings in front of people, right?” he asked, she nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Calum’s car pull up close to ours, clearly a similar situation in there too. “I’m going to do that again with uncle Calum, Ashton and Michael” “Why can’t I come?” she asked innocently.

Luke’s sad smile dropped, “Because I’m going to be away for a little longer than normal. And mummy and you can’t stay away from home for so long” I watched a look of realisation come up on our daughter’s face, followed by her pouting, “I WANT TO COME!” she yelled, then burst into tears. Luke looked over at me, then pulled her tiny body into his broad chest, rubbing her back.

“I’ll buy you loads of chocolates okay?” he said, trying to calm her down, but the tears continued. “I-I’ll buy you so many presents, sweetie. I’ll buy you a penguin toy from every country” he said, desperately, his bribes only met by more sniffles. He rested his cheek on her head, looked over at me and pouted. We were both only just figuring out how to be parents so neither of us knew what to do when your little girl is weeping about something her own mother still cried about.

“Can’t uncle Ashton stay? He always let’s me play on his drums” she asked, pulling away, her innocent eyes, red and puffy. Luke chuckled, “Uncle Ashton is in daddy’s band, too. So he can’t stay. But mummy will be right here. And so will Grandma Liz. They both will take you to the park and you can play on the swings and I’ll tell Grandma Liz will to buy you ice cream when mummy isn’t looking” Luke said, trying to keep his voice steady, and I laughed a little and our daughter’s lips curled into a small half smile, causing the dimple on her right cheek to show, identical to Luke’s.

“Will Uncle Calum’s kids be here?” she asked, sniffing as Luke wiped some of the tears off her cheeks, which were no longer in free flow. “Look” I said, pointing at Calum’s car, “They’ll be here. And Uncle Mikey’s kids will also be here and so will Uncle Ashton’s” I said, watching her eyes, now slightly darker from the crying, dart from one car to the other. “Can we all go to the park?” she asked, and Luke giggled, kissing her forehead, “Yes, you can” “And can we all get ice cream?” “Don’t push your luck, sweetie” Luke said, twirling the ends of her ponytails between his fingers.

“Don’t cry, daddy” she said, touching Luke’s cheek, catching the one tear that had managed to slip out of Luke’s eye. “You’ll be back soon, won’t you?” she asked, and he nodded, “Mummy and I will be waiting for you. And I’ll be taller than you when you get back!” Luke laughed, kissing her forehead, “Don’t grow up too fast, my little penguin” he said, and she frowned, not understanding what he meant because all she wanted was to sit in the grown ups seat of the car.

Luke and I were taken a little by surprise when her frown quickly turned into an excited giggle as she saw Calum’s son, about the same age as her, getting out of their car. “CAN I GO AND PLAY?” she squealed, clapping her small hands together, and Luke nodded, letting her go as he opened the car door.

“You have baby snot on your shirt” I said, laughing softly. “That was awful..” Luke whispered, and I reached over, wrapping an arm around his shoulder so he could nuzzle his face in my neck. “We’re doing good, Lukey. We knew it would happen eventually..” I replied, kissing his temple.

“Remember how I promised I’d always keep her happy?” he asked, pulling away, his eyes a little more filled with tears than they were a few seconds ago. “I remember” I replied, thinking back to when our daughter was just a tiny blip, and Luke whispered against my stomach that he’d never let our baby be sad.

“I feel like I’ve broken that promise” he confessed, intertwining his fingers with mine. “You haven’t broken anything” I told him, “She isn’t sad. Look at her” I said, pointing over his shoulder at her running excitedly around the car park with the rest of the 5sos kids. “She’ll miss you. It’s been 7 years since we first met and it hasn’t been got any easier for me. But she’s only 4. And she’s so lucky to have a dad who loves her so much that he promises to buy her a penguin from every country even though she has-” “Five” Luke said, interrupting me and pointing to his bag.

“You bought another one?” I asked, shaking my head and laughing. “This has to stop, Luke” I said, watching him laugh a little too. “You love being married to Luke who is a penguin who has passed on the obsession to your daughter” he said, kissing my nose, “I do” I replied, pecking his lips. “Can you guys please visit? I’d not make it beyond 2 weeks without you” he said, talking faster because he only had a few more minutes before he had to go into the airport.

“Once every 2 weeks it is, then” I said, feeling the same sinking feeling I felt every time. I got out of the car, and helped Luke with his luggage, both of us feeling a sense of comfort amidst the noisy children, clearly they’d learnt how to never keep quiet from their dads. “I love you so so so much” Luke whispered, touching his forehead to mine, holding my waist. “I love you too, Luke” “DO YOU LOVE ME?” Our daughter yelled, running and hugging Luke’s legs.

“Of course I do, princess. Now listen okay?” he said, lifting her up, “Be good. Brush your teeth every night before bed. Be nice to mummy. And don’t stay up too late. If you ever miss daddy, tell mummy and she’ll call me okay?” She nodded, holding Luke’s shoulders. “Be a good girl okay? I love you.” he said, kissing her cheek, “I love you too” she replied, yawning. It was right on time for her afternoon nap.

“Come on” I said, taking her from Luke’s arms into my own, as she rested her head on my shoulder. “Bye, daddy” she said, groggily and I felt her drift off to sleep. “She falls asleep quicker than you” I told Luke, looking up at him. “Bye, beautiful. I’ll see you in 2 weeks okay?” Luke said, kissing me. “We’ll be okay” I said, “Yes, we will. Just promise to wait for me”

I laughed, “We’re married with a kid now, Luke! Why do you still ask?” I said, laughing but Luke’s expression still looked concerned, “Because you’re still so beautiful” he whispered, making me smile. “I will wait” I finally gave in, standing slightly on my toes to kiss him, lingering on for a few seconds longer before he was forced to pull away so he wouldn’t miss his flight, not that any of us would mind. “I love you” he whispered, letting go of my waist, “I love you too, Luke” I replied, resting my head on top of our daughter’s, as Luke walked towards Ashton, Calum and Michael, all 3 of them also not wanting to leave despite knowing that it was inevitable.


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anonymous asked:

Can you write Callie falling apart when the plane is missing and going to meet Arizona at the hospital and their reunion please!

For the lovely @ithinkyoullknxw​. <3

Sorry for the length and the lateness. I know I promised I’d get this out a lot sooner but it’s been a week from hell. I made a valiant effort, but I really don’t have a full understanding of the plane crash’s timeline with regards to the concurrent SGMW timeline, so excuse any glaring errors. Also I don’t think Callie ever went to Boise because Arizona said “take me home to Callie,” which doesn’t make a whole lot of sense because if Zola was there Callie certainly should have been, but whatever. The timeline makes my head spin, so I took some creative license.

A knock on the door pulled Callie from a light slumber, sprawled across the bed that she and her wife shared, still in her lingerie. She glanced at the clock and saw it was almost midnight. Arizona should have been home hours ago. And who was at the door so late? Arizona had a key, of course, as did Mark. But Mark had taken to knocking ever since he barged in one evening, trying to see if he’d left Sofia’s favorite blanket behind, only to find Arizona stark naked on the couch with Callie’s head between her thighs. He promised he’d knock from that point forward as Arizona, with only couch cushions shielding her privates, yelled and chased him away while Callie laughed. Not wanting to risk another lecture about her best friend’s lack of boundaries from her wife, who was frustrated in more ways than one, Callie pulled her black silk robe on, and padded out to the door. When she looked through the peephole, she was surprised to see Owen Hunt.

“Owen?” Callie asked, opening the door. Taking in the sight of the Chief of Surgery, she immediately knew something must be terribly wrong. He looked anxious, and Major Owen Hunt of the US Army, current chief of surgery and head of trauma, was never anxious. Dread filled the pit of Callie’s stomach as she stepped aside to let the man who once half-lived in the apartment enter.

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026 Sports Day | Part II

Notes: I had several requests to do a follow up to THIS TFLN which I’m so excited about so please read that first otherwise this probably won’t make sense!

You heard the front door quietly open and shut, and the sound of bags dropping to the floor signalling Harry’s entrance in to the house. The kids were all sat around in the small cinema room near the back of the house. Well, you called it a cinema room; in reality it was a small room with the biggest TV that Harry could find, shelves filled with films, movie posters decorating the walls, and a giant sofa which the whole family could lie across if needed. Two year old George, meanwhile, was tucked away in bed upstairs, while you waited up to see if Harry would indeed come home. You hadn’t meant to tell him not to but in your anger at him forgetting about the school sports day and him accusing you of using the babies you shared against him, it had just come out without you thinking, and your anger was still burning inside of you.

It wasn’t the first time that he’d missed something he’d promised to turn up to; football matches, rugby matches, dance shows; you name it, he’d probably missed a fair few. It wasn’t your hurting that pained him the most; you only hurt because your children hurt. Although at this age, they’d probably forget about daddy not turning up, they wouldn’t in the future and you didn’t want him not showing his face at these moments becoming the norm. He loved them more than anything and would give up everything if he needed to but being a workaholic, things slipped his mind occasionally, and those things were usually personal, not business related.

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