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onionsaremeansstuff · 3 years

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You should have begged me to stay

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader

Gender: Angst & Fluff

Summary: Jensen is never home and you can’t stand this anymore

I dont own the character or the gif

Beta’d by @chaoticgaysstuff

Your relationship with your husband, Jensen was something.

You two have known each other since you were kids. He was pretty much your best friend. You two played together when you were kids and knew that you two would be close forever.

When you were 9 years old, you declared each other as boyfriends without really knowing what that meant because you both were two innocent children.

But as it turns out, you both were still boyfriends now that you weren't the innocent child you used to be.

As years passed, you both loved each other more than you did before. Hugs that you both gave each other when you were children turned into a pretty heated make out session that was behind closed doors.

When Jensen first told you how he wanted to become an actor, you supported him like you always did.

"I will never abandon you." Was what you had told him that night.

If only you knew everything that would happen with him becoming a world famous actor.

Hollywood wasn't the most acceptable place for LGBTQ people, so you both kept your relationship a secret, but there comes a price to pay when hiding something sometimes.

With each passing year, Jensen almost always became unavailable to you. You barely spent any time with him anymore.

Hell, you two only spent a minimum of two months together last year.

You were very frustrated, especially with that woman being Jensen's beard.

Now, you didn't have anything against her. You actually liked her, but she took a lot of time that you and Jensen were supposed to be spending together by pretending they were in a relationship.

And honestly, sometimes you felt that you weren't Jensen's true love.

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Jensen would be back today from a trip and you were really excited. It has been so long since you've seen him. You couldn't wait to throw yourself in his huge arms along with having a night where you could talk about everything and nothing. Just like old times.

And as hours passed, Jensen still hasn't come home yet.

You've been sending him messages, but they were just left on delivered. He hasn't opened any of them and you were starting to get worried.

Was his flight delayed? Or did something come up? Was there an accident?

You paced back and forth, your mind consumed with worry.

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When 3 AM came, the front door to the house opened and Jensen entered. You stood up from your spot on the couch, feeling fully awake and ran over to him. As you got closer to him, you immediately knew what he was doing.

Jensen stunk of alcohol and you noticed a purple mark on his neck.

What happened to you?" You asked, feigning Innocence.

"N- Nothing. I was at Jared's place and he had a party." He spoke, voice slightly slurred and you could tell that he was drunk.

"You know, a phone call or text message wouldn't kill you." You said and he snorted, walking straight to y'all room, completely ignoring you.

Jensen threw himself on the bed, falling asleep immediately before you could talk to him.

You sighed and went to sleep in the guest room. The smell of alcohol was essentially too much and you couldn't sleep next to him.

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The next morning you prepared breakfast for you and your husband.

Although you were still a little hurt because of last night, you knew that it was because Jensen was drunk. So, you decided to make breakfast for him and actually talk to him.

When breakfast was ready, you went to wake him up as you grabbed some medicine for his hangover.

But, looks like he wouldn't need it after all, seeing how he wasn't in the room.

You searched every part of the house but there was no sign of him at all. You took out your phone to call him when a message popped up on his phone.

“D and I are going to breakfast and then will be spending time in the mountains. I'll be back next week.” ~Jensen.

As you read over that message, you let out a humorless laugh.

You barely spend any time with your husband and when he finally comes home, he decides to spend time with her. You cook nice and he's not here to even eat it.

And apparently he gave her a nickname, too.

You loved Jensen from the bottom of your heart, but you couldn't take this anymore. You couldn't take being the only one putting in any effort into this relationship, or if it could even be called that. You couldn't take being the one to text him first only to not receive a response. Couldn't stand being the person who waited for him to come home, only to never really come home.

You've had enough.

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Jensen had texted you that he was coming home in an hour.

Your bags were packed with all of your clothes and stuff, and placed into your suitcase.

"This is for your own good, Y/N." You told yourself once again.

You glanced around your house one more time. So many memories have been here. Happy memories of you and him. They seem like distant memories now.

The door to the house opened and for the first time, you didn't meet him at the door like you'd usually do.

Jensen was surprised by this, having expected it. He walked over to you.

You didn't have the courage to end like this. Maybe he'll wake up and see what he has been putting you through.

"Hey, I'm gonna go to sleep. In a few hours I'm going to Vancouver."

You looked at him and managed to mask the hurt and anger that made it's way onto your face. Looks like he still hasn't realized.

You shook your head, "No your not. We're going to talk right now."

"Look Y/N I'm tired and-"

"You always seem to be tired when you're with me, right?" You interrupted him, standing up and looking at him in the eyes, "Always tired and can never have time with me. Can never stay with me."

Jensen looked at you confused, "What, Y/N? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about our relationship being one huge joke, Jensen." You stated.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked, not understanding what you are trying to say.

"You're never at home, Jensen! I always have to be the one to try and make our relationship work and you seem to be looking for an excuse to get away from me. Hell, last year we barely spent two months together!" You snapped.

Jensen laughed sarcastically before looking at you angrily, "Well, I'm sorry that I have to work. I forgot how selfish you could be. I need time to myself. It's not easy working my ass off to give this life. This rich life." He growled.

"Oh, well I'm sorry that wanting to spend time with my husband is selfish. And do you really think I care about being rich? I loved you since you had to ask money to buy candy. I never cared about money. I always wanted you and you clearly can't see how unhappy I've been."

The eyes that once looked at you with love now looked at you with hatred.

Jensen didn't answer for a second, thinking as he looked down at the ground before snorting and looking at you, "If you are so unhappy then why don't you just leave."

You looked at him with sadness in your eyes.

That was it.

Jensen no longer cared about your relationship and he didn't even fight for you. Or even try to make things better between you both. He just gave up.

Just like that.

And you felt your heart break.

"If this is what you want. I'll leave." You stated, trying your best not to cry in front of him.

You left the room and went to get your bag and from the bedroom, you heard the sound of Jensen's car engine taking off down the road.

You sighed as you looked around this room looking one last time.

'Do it for your own good Y/N.' You thought as you walked out of the house.

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Seven months have passed since your break up with Jensen and you hadn't been doing well.

Jensen was someone who was always there for you since you were a kid. Not talking to him was a completely strange and new sensation to you.

You couldn't help but think about him.

When you saw something funny or when you had a nightmare you would always call Jensen.

Sometimes, you'd have your phone in your hand with his contact information, ready to call him.

'Would he answer me?' You asked yourself.

You shook your head, "He doesn't care about you. Move on." You muttered.

Both of your lives went on without one another.

"You will survive Y/N." You told yourself, "You got this man."

---

You were sitting in the cafe that was across the street from your job. The place was pretty empty and you sat there in a booth with a cup of coffee, enjoying the peaceful silence.

The place was in complete silence, except for a small TV near your table which was playing something.

You weren't paying attention to it until you heard the name Jensen Ackles coming on the TV.

"The actor, Jensen ackles who is best known for his role as Dean Winchester on the TV show supernatural, posted a video saying that he and Danneel Harris have been in a fake relationship for years."

Your eyes widened, staring at the TV as you sipped on your coffee.

"Well, there is no reason for him to keep her as his beard anymore. He must have found someone he really loves now." You sighed in exasperation.

"The actor also stated that this fake relationship has cost him a lot, especially the relationship with the love of his life." The anchor said but you didn't care.

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You arrived at your old house after a long and exhausting day of work.

After your parents died, you refused to sell your old house. Jensen always said that it didn't make sense since you lived with him. Nowadays, you are grateful for not selling it.

You threw yourself on the couch and fell asleep quickly.

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You were woken up later by a knock on the door.

"Who the fuck could be at the door this late at night?" You pondered, getting up off the couch and walking over to the door.

You opened the door, not fully awake and your eyes only half open, "What?"

"Can I talk to you, Y/N?" The sound of Jensen's voice made your eyes open, feeling fully awake at the moment.

Jensen stood in front of the door, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You stared at him before slamming the door in his face.

"Y/N, please open the door!" Jensen pleaded and you didn't respond, "I'll climb into your window, or break your door down and you know I can." He threatened and you sighed, opening the door for him.

Jensen was wearing Dean Winchester's classic smile as he held the flowers out to you.

"A beautiful thing for a beautiful thing." You looked at the flowers before looking at him again as you gave him a look that said, 'Just get on with it already.'

"Teenage you would have loved the fact that I gave you flowers." Jensen said as you took the flowers out of his hand. He walked over to sit on the couch.

"Teenage me believed you cared about me." You spoke up, and placed the flowers on the counter and walked over to him. You stood with your arms crossed as you waited for him to speak.

Jensen opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

If you don't tell me what you came here to tell me, I'll call the cops." You said seriously.

"I'm sorry." Jensen spoke quickly and you waited for him to continue.

An awkward silence took over for a few seconds before Jensen coughed.

"If that's all you have to say, then you can get out of here." You exclaimed, turning away from him.

"Y/N I'm an idiot, okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah, you are."

"And I regret what happened that day. I should have asked you to say instead of telling you to leave."

"You should've but didn't. Close the door on the way out, will ya?"

"Y/N I-"

"Look Jensen, I don't know what game you are playing, or if your just desperate for sex. Or if the person you were staying with dumped you, but I will not continue to give my all to someone that isn't given back. You can leave."

"I'm not dating anyone Y/N, and I'm not here for sex." Jensen sighed, "I'm a complete idiot. I was so used to you being there that I was never aware of how much I needed you. "Jensen looked down at the ground as he spoke.

"Ever since you've been gone, I missed you like crazy and all I wanted was to hear the sound of your voice. I missed having you by my side."

"When we were together, you never slept at home and didn't even bother to call me, so stop bullshitting me." You shouted, feeling fed up with this crap.

"And I deeply regret everything that has happened. I was frustrated because I never had time for you anymore and I pushed you away. Not the smartest decision, I know and when you brought it up, I took my anger out on you, though I was angry with myself. When our relationship ended, I thought it was for the best, but i can't live without you!" He explained, tears falling from his eyes.

He crouched down next to your feet, wrapping his arms around your leg and hugged it tightly.

"I love you so much, Y/N. I'm such an idiot and you deserve better than me, but I love you so much. I've loved you ever since we were kids, and I promise that if you take me back, I'll drop everything for you. I'll quit acting, won't go to anymore conventions, all of it! I just want my man back."

Your pants were really wet now because of the tears from Jensen. You knew now that he regretted his decision.

And deep down you knew that Jensen was the one for you.

You ran your fingers through Jensen's hair which made him look up at you, sniffling a little.

"You have another chance, but you better not fuck it up again." With that sentence, Jensen stood up and started planting kisses all over your face, "And you don't have to give up your career for me, Jen. You just need to make sure that we spend time with each other, okay?"

He nodded, shedding a few happy tears. But they weren't sad tears. They were tears of Joy.

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~ 6 months later ~

"Hey Karen, can you please give these files to Jenny?" You asked, holding the files out to her as she took them and nodded her head, "Thanks!"

Y/N L/N!" Your co-worker, Lily called out, walking into your office as Karen walked out, giving you a hug, "Or should I call you Y/N Ackles now? Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!!"

You looked at her confused and a little frightened. How did she find out?

Seeing how confused you look, she showed you her phone and it was pictures that Jensen posted on his instagram.

It was pictures of you and him. He posted 5 pictures of you guys together.

The first phone was you and him as babies, playing in the sandbox together which was taken by your mother.

The second one was of you and him in high school. He had a wide smile on his face as he hugged.

The third one was of you and him cooking together and smiling happily at the camera.

The fourth one was of you and Jensen the day you got married.

And the last one was of you lying on his chest.

The caption said: Today, I would like to show the world my handsome husband and the love of my life, Y/N Ackles! I have known him since we were kids and always had a crush on him. He is the most amazing and lovable person in the world and he's very out of my league. Unfortunately, I fucked up our relationship many times, but he gave me another chance even though I didn't deserve it. I love you Y/N Ackles!! Thanks for always being with me!

(Btw, I know he's hot, but he's mine!)

You were shocked to see that he told the world about your relationship and tears started streaming down your face.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Lily asked, as you gave her back her phone. You didn't answer her question. Instead, you ran to the men's room and took out your phone, calling Jensen.

He picked up the phone after 4 rings.

"Hey Y/N!"

"Jensen, what was that all about?" You questioned.

"Did you not like it?" He asked, worried that you didn't like what he had done.

"I loved it. I loved it alot and I love you, but are you sure you were ready to come out right now? You know how Hollywood is."

"Fuck Hollywood! If they don't want me anymore for loving another man then I don't care. I have you and that's more than enough for me."

You smiled at the words spoken from Jensen and the two of you talked for a little while longer like two teenagers.

Your relationship with Jensen was strange and difficult at times, but you wouldn't trade him for anyone else.

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jaehyunfirstlove · 3 years

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Pairing: businessman!lucas x f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, slight exhibitionism

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: this is my first Lucas fic so please be gentle lol. inspired, as you can tell by the title, by the song :)

Your flight was delayed, landing you at McCarran past three am, and well past your agreed upon pickup from your hotel. Sighing you went to the hotel pickup counter, only to see the *closed* sign. You considered calling your best friend, Joy, whose bachelorette party you were there for, but you felt bad bothering her in case she was asleep, or worse, out having a good time.

You were about to call an uber, already dreading what kind of experience you might get, when you noticed a man slumped against the counter, holding up a sign. He was obviously a hired driver, wearing the cap and uniform that designated him as such, and the sign he was holding had a person’s name on it, followed by the hotel name, which was coincidentally the same one you were going to.

“Excuse me,” you said, coming over to stand in front of him. He didn’t move, and that’s when you noticed he was snoring lightly. You cleared your throat with a little more force, and he finally blinked his eyes open and looked at you.

“Yes?” he said irritably, obviously annoyed at being woken from his little nap.

“You’re going to the Venetian, right?” you asked, putting on your most polite voice.

“Yeah, just waiting for my customer.”

“Could I possibly catch a ride with you? I’m going to the same hotel, and I missed my ride because my flight was delayed.” You put on your sweetest voice, hoping to sway him.

“Sorry, miss, can’t take anyone who’s not on the register,” he shrugged, “company orders.”

“Oh come on! I’m stuck at the airport in the middle of the night! We’re going to the same place anyway! What’s another person?”

“Hey, I don’t wanna lose my job here!”

You were about to plead your case further, when a man suddenly walked up to the two of you. He was tall and slim, his chestnut brown hair swept high, eyes wide as he stared between the two of you. You recognized him as the guy from business class on your flight, the very same one you’d made flirtatious eyes at as you walked by him to the restroom.

“What’s going on?” he asked, stepping up to the driver. “That’s me,” he said, pointing at the sign.

“Oh, Mr. Wong, it’s nice to meet you,” the driver said hurriedly. “This lady was trying to hitch a ride with us but I told her we can’t take anyone unless they’re on the register.”

The man, Mr. Wong, looked at you then, and you saw the flash in his eyes as he recognized you from the flight. You made pleading eyes at him, hoping he would get the hint. Finally, a wide grin broke across his face and he turned to the driver.

“No problem,” he said, “she can come.”

You blew out a breath in relief, but to your dismay the driver just shook his head.

“Sorry Mr. Wong, I can’t take her unless she’s with you.”

You could see the gears turning in his head, his eyes shifting back and forth, before he suddenly threw his arm around your shoulder and pulled you against him. “She’s my girlfriend,” he announced, chin jutting in the air, almost as if he were challenging the driver to disagree with him.

The driver narrowed his eyes at you but you kept your face neutral, and finally he just shrugged.

“Fine with me, as long as you take responsibility for her.” He took your suitcase from you and started walking, obviously he was tired and wanted to go home, fed up with dealing with complications well past the end of his shift.

Mr. Wong fell in step beside you, and once the driver was out of earshot he extended his hand to you and whispered, “I’m Lucas, nice to meet you.”

“Y/N,” you smiled, shaking his hand and marveling at how big it was as it enveloped yours.

“We were on the same flight,” he said, smiling widely at you, and you nodded, face flushing as you remembered how you had given him flirtatious looks. “I remember you.”

“Yes, I remember you, too,” you answered, finding his smile was contagious as you looked at him. “Thanks for what you did back there. I really would’ve been stuck here if it wasn’t for you.”

“Oh no problem,” he said, swatting his hand in the air, “not good to stay here at night.”

You smiled, and he looked away shyly.

“Sorry my English isn’t good,” he said, rubbing a hand through his beautifully coiffed hair.

“Oh my god are you kidding? Your English is perfect,” Your compliment made him blush, and he giggled into his hand as you finally reached the car. He opened the door for you and you slid into the seat, and after stowing his suitcase in the trunk he slid in next to you.

The driver eyed the two of you suspiciously in the rearview mirror, because you were sitting so far from each other like strangers. So you inched a little closer to him, and when he noticed what you were doing he did the same, sliding an arm around your shoulder for good measure.

It should have been uncomfortable, cuddling with a complete stranger in the backseat of a car, but something about Lucas made you feel at ease. He pointed at landmarks, asked questions, engaged you in conversation despite his unease with the language. He even made jokes, laughing at them first before you could, and that made you laugh even harder.

At some point the ride lapsed into silence, and you suddenly felt very drowsy, the late night finally catching up with you. You rested your head against his shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t mind, since you were pretending to be his girlfriend, after all.

“Tired?” he asked, and you nodded. He tightened his hold around you then, and you found you liked his arm around you, a shiver running through your body at the feel of it. He thought you were cold, so he took his jacket and placed it on your lap, his hand resting on your thigh.

“Is it okay?” he asked, but the low timbre of his voice, his face so close to yours, and his hand, warm on your thigh, made a different kind of warmth flood through your body. The only way you could answer was to tug his bottom lip into your mouth.

His eyes widened momentarily, before he answered in kind, eyes closing as he kissed you back. His grip on your thigh tightened, and that, along with the heavenly way his mouth moved against yours, made you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down closer to you.

“Hey, hey, none of that in my car, please.” The driver said sternly, eyes hard as he looked at the two of you in the rearview mirror. You pulled away from each other, smiling shyly, but your insides were on fire, and his kisses only stoked the flame. He kept his hand on your thigh for the rest of the ride, applying just a little too much pressure than was necessary. By the time you reached the hotel you were surprised you hadn’t dampened the seat of the car with your arousal.

You watched the driver drive away after unloading you, realizing you didn’t have to pretend to be Lucas’ girlfriend anymore, feeling a twinge of regret at the thought of it. You turned to him to thank him and say your goodbyes, but he was looking at you with this look, like he wanted to say so much but didn’t know how.

“So, thank you, Lucas,” you began, holding out your hand for him to shake, but he just continued to look at you. You brought your hand down, picked up your suitcase and turned to walk into the hotel, but he stopped you with his hand on your arm.

“Hey, um,” he scratched the back of his head, eyes searching your face, “do you want a… drink, maybe? With me?”

You couldn’t help but smile, flattered at the invitation. You had been exhausted in the car but now you were wide awake, and a drink with Lucas would be a nice way to end your night.

“Sure,” you answered, “let’s go.”

“Great!” he said, his smile so dazzling you were momentarily blinded. He took your suitcase from you and carried it into the hotel along with his.

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In the elevator you had both gone quiet again. The bar had been closed, and undeterred, Lucas had asked you if you wouldn’t mind having a drink with him in his room. You had agreed, despite your better judgment, but there was just something about him that you couldn’t resist. You walked to his room in silence, and he opened the door for you to let you in.

Once inside, your breath caught at the view from his room. It wasn’t your first time in Vegas, but the sight of the lights from the Strip always took your breath away. You went up to the window to marvel at the sight.

“Wow,” he said from behind you, his voice laden with awe.

“It’s your first time in Vegas, right?” you asked, still facing the window. He went to stand behind you, and you could feel the heat of his body on your back.

“Yes,” he answered softly, “it’s beautiful.”

You reached behind you and took his hand, placed it on your hip. He didn’t resist, just dipped his face close to your neck so you tilted your head to the side. “Y/N,” he breathed against your skin, raising goosebumps.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, and then you felt his lips, warm and soft on your neck. The sensation left you breathless, and you leaned your back against him. He put both hands on your hips now, as he continued to lavish your neck with kisses. When he hit your sweet spot you moaned, and his kisses got needier, until he was sucking on your skin. More moans tumbled out of your mouth, and then he was pressing himself hard against you.

“Y/N,” he said again, his breath coming out in harsh gasps, “is this okay?”

“Mm, please,” you answered, his actions rendering you boneless, “I want this, I want you.”

Your confession was clear to him, so he didn’t hold back. His large hands roamed over your body, his mouth still marking up your skin. You inhaled sharply when his hand went down your pants, under your panties, over your mound, long fingers swiping at the slick between your folds.

“Oh,” he groaned, “so wet.”

Your head lolled back onto his shoulder, and he turned your face to him so he could capture your lips. He kissed you, harder than he did in the car, his tongue in your throat. You gasped for air and he released your mouth, going back to sucking on your neck. He tugged at your shirt, pulling it off, unhooking your bra and freeing your breasts for him to fondle, tugging at your hardened nipples. You bit your lip at how fast he was moving, but you understood the urgency. Your pants and underwear followed in quick succession, and then you heard him undress behind you.

When you were both fully naked, he slipped a hand between your legs from behind, swirling your juices around before he slid a finger into your pussy. You moaned, and when he was satisfied with your reaction he slid another finger in. His long fingers reached your g-spot easily, and in no time you could feel the knot in the pit of your stomach forming.

“Oh god, oh Lucas,” you moaned, hands splayed on the window in front of you to ground yourself. You didn’t even care if anyone could see you, fairly certain that this kind of thing was a common occurrence in Vegas.

“Baby,” he said against your ear, “come for me.”

You came with a loud cry, head thrown back as he pumped his fingers one last time before removing them. You could hear him licking them clean, and then you felt the tip of his cock against your entrance.

“Tell me if I hurt you, okay?” he said, waiting for you to nod in agreement before he slid inside you.

He was big, which is what you had expected when you fantasized about him on the plane, but the stretch still made your breath catch in your throat. He went slowly, so slow that you could feel every inch of his cock spreading you apart. You started to pant as you took him in, and he peppered your back with kisses, as if to encourage you.

When he was all the way inside you he paused, still pressing soft kisses to your back. He didn’t move, waiting for you to say the word, and you had to marvel at his discipline.

Finally you felt you had adjusted to him enough, and you wiggled your hips. “You can move now,” you said, and you felt him smile against the back of your neck.

“I’ll go slow?” he asked, pulling out until only the tip was inside you. The slow drag of his cock was making you crazy. You wanted more.

“It’s okay, you can go hard,” you answered, and given permission, he didn’t hold back.

The force of his first thrust propelled you forward, your hands pressed against the window to prevent your face from plowing into it. His cock hit your g-spot repeatedly and with such force your mouth fell open, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your entire body flooded with warmth, the knot in your stomach starting to form again as he pounded you ruthlessly from behind.

“You feel good,” he grunted, breath hot against the back of your neck, his thrusts never faltering as he held onto your hips. “So good.”

“Lucas, I’m gonna come!” you warned, the knot in your stomach threatening to burst.

“Come on then,” he said, and you did, pussy pulsing around his cock as you reached your high. He groaned loudly, fucking you through it, his pace never slowing. You didn’t have time to recover, because he reached around to rub your clit, his thrusts getting harder and faster, but more erratic.

“Oh Y/N,” he groaned, and he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, pulling you flush against him as he came. You cried out as you came for the third time that night, his last deep thrusts and his fingers on your clit sending you to your end.

You were both panting, the sound of your breathing filling the empty room, but soon you could hear him chuckling behind you.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, amused at the sound of his quiet laughter.

“They said Vegas was crazy, but I never expected this.”

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certifieddilflover · 3 years

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Hi guys ! this is my very first fan fiction and i wanted to write on none only Chris evans 😫🙏🏼 LOL anyways i hope you guys enjoy it ! :)

Summary: It’s been awhile since you saw your significant other Chris Evans. He’s been away for a while because of filming a new movie but he comes to home later than expected and it leaves an argument between the two but later things turn into something spicy. 😲

Warnings: Smut, cursing, some fluff, kinks etc.

You were home alone quite often the past few weeks because your significant other Chris has been out working for his upcoming new film. You both loved each other dearly but it was hard being away from each other for large amounts of time. You were thankful that the two of you always had a special spark with each other that you had with no one else.

But you weren’t going to be alone tonight because Chris was soon to be home from his work. You were excited for him to come home and wanted to surprise him when he came home. You made his favorite dinner with candle lights and some nice music. You put hard work and much love into this meal cause obviously you wanted Chris to enjoy it. Chris had told you he were to be home around 9 at night. But he was late, it was already 11:30 at night and the food was already cold and disgusting. You tried not to get angry and you kept calling and texting Chris to make sure he was alright and if he were coming home like he said. But no replies what so ever. You tried to calm your self down and to not get angry and start an argument with Chris because you just wanted him home. You waited as long as you could but you grew tired and cleaned up dinner and went to bed.

As you headed to bed alright tired and dozing of the sleep you check the time once more to see it’s already 12:40 at night. You send chris one last text explaining how you were to tired to wait up late for him. Frustrated with no replies you find your self to sleep. Chris gets home super late, as he walks into the dark house he checks his phone and it’s already 2:30 in the morning. He tired and exhausted, he feels bad because he had seen all of your text after the flight but he couldn’t reply. The reason chris was late because his flight has been delayed and he couldn��t text you because there wasn’t any service at the airport and it killed him knowing he basically stood you up. But Chris being Chris he had a plan to make it up to you. Chris takes of his coats etc and heads upstairs to the bed room to see you sound asleep. He has flowers in his hand he had picked up from the store that’s open 24 hours for you because he wanted to give you a little surprise. He walks into the room and walks towards the bed and slowly wakes you up. He plants a kiss on you forehead and brushes your hair out of your face whispering loving words into your ear. You slowing wake up to handsome sight in front of you. You were excited and hung Chris tightly around his neck causing him to crash down onto you. “ Finally your home, i waited forever for you to come what happened ?” you asked him. “ I’m sorry my love, my flight had been delayed and there was no service in the airport for me to text you back, i saw your text as soon as I got in the car, I had tried texting you back but you didn’t answer so I assumed you were sleeping” Chris explained and he kissed your face ever so softly and he was brushing his hands across your back. “ But I got you these flowers ! There not as nice as I wished I had gotten them at the closest store that was open at this time.” He gave you flowers sure they weren’t as nice but you still appreciated him, it’s the thought that counts. “ They’re beautiful thank you Chris” you thanked him kissing him and hugging him tightly towards you. “ Anything for you my love” He whispered into your mouth kissing you. As you both kissed each other in quickly got heated I mean of course it would you haven’t seen each other in weeks and missed what each other felt like. As Chris kissed you deeply he started to feel around your body and kissing down on your neck. Causing you to slightly moan in his ear. At this moment anything you did caused him to go crazy, looking at you Chris had thought you looked beautiful and sexier than ever. Loving this moment Chris started to take his shirt off and your shirt off as well. Missing how his body felt and looking you started to explore his body as well. “ I missed you so much.” Chris whispering to you. You moaned into his mouth because you couldn’t catch any air to reply. Letting you breath Chris had started to plant kissing around your naked body kissing in all the right places. He took in one of your breast in his mouth while playing with the other one with his hand. Causing you to moan and pulling him by his hair closer to you. That’s one thing Chris loved you did. Pulling his hair knowing he was giving you pleasure. Taking your pants off he started to kiss down your body to your underwear staring into your eyes and he did so. “ Your so beautiful” Chris says as he takes your underwear into his teeth pulling them off with his mouth. He starts to kiss your legs and the inside of your thighs. You really missed him. He starts to tease you with his mouth only kissing light kisses on your folds as he holds your legs spread open for him to get a better view. “Already soaking wet for me my love” He practically growled saying it as he goes down on you. Licking your folds and sucking you. “Hmmm.” you moaned bucking your hips in the air. Chris pushes you down into the bed and back into place not letting you move. “ How much did you miss me my sweet ?” He asks and he starts to kiss back towards your stomach. Your mind is going crazy and your forget to answer his question.

Slightly grabbing you by your throat choking you ever so lightly. “Use your words like a big girl love, how much did you miss me huh?” He says in your ear with his hands around your throat pinning you into the bed. “ I missed you so much” you choke out. “Good girl, I missed having you like this fucking you senseless like the little whore you are for me.” Chris says. Those words made you go crazy getting wetter by the second, you pull Chris closer with your legs so you can feel his erect member onto you. Giving him the message you want him inside you already. “ What do you want my love?” He says staring into your eyes. You get nervous as you forget to reply again. “Say it, what do you want hm?” Chris says as he starts to unbuckle his pants. “ You, my god i want you i’ve missed you inside me Chris please.” You whine. That sparks something in him as you say that. Quickly taking his pants off and boxers his large member springs out. You can never get over how big he is like this. “ Alright my love, you asked ever so nicely I’ll give you what you want.” As he teases you with his cock around your entrance you can’t take it anymore and push him into you with your legs yourself. “Always so eager y/n.” “ You just couldn’t want any longer hm?” he moans out as he pushed in and out of you causing you to squeal. “ Yes!” you practically moan and shout out. “Ohh fuck.” Chris moans into your ear. He moved faster in and out of you. You cling on to him so you won’t move out of place. You loved how he knew just how to pleasure you. Going harder and faster into you Chris sits up and pushed your legs down farther near your head to get a better angle. He fucks you senseless into oblivion. “My godd !” You scream out holding onto his arms. You can see how big his arms were since he was working out, you see his veins pop out ever more holding you like this. You see Chris going faster and out of place and both of you are getting closer to climax. Chris pulls you closer to him and he digs his head into your neck sucking and bitting softly on your neck. He continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and both of you reach the end of your climax and out of breathe. He lays on top of you as you feel him come in you, you squeeze your legs tightly around him so you can get every last drop. He groans out and smacks your ass lightly as you squeal and smile. As you both grew tired Chris is still on top of you, he pulls out but doesn’t get off of you. You hold him and start to brush his hair and you both go into slumber. You kiss his head and scratch his back lightly whispering “ I love you.” as you falls asleep. He does the same to you kissing you and saying “ I love you more than anything.” You both fall asleep, with Chris on top of you. Excited for tomorrow to come. You can’t wait to spend the day with your love and talk about his work and trip.

AHHH okay so this is my first writing ever as i said please leave any comments or any requests please ! i’m gladly to take them i can’t wait to write more ! ;)

#smut #chris evans #y/n #steve rogers x y/n #chris evans x reader #marvel mcu #fantasy #fanfic

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clandonnachaidh · 3 years

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Light Across The Seas That Sever (Ch4)

AO3

When he woke the next morning in Amsterdam, his feeling of utter contentment quickly gave way to dread as his hand eagerly searched the space in the bed beside him only to find it empty. Immediately, his eyes snapped opened and he looked around the room for her, for his Claire.

His heart sank at the sight.

The twin bed that she had slept in for the night prior to the one they shared was made, her suitcase gone from its spot by the door. He stumbled as he got out of bed, his limbs not quite awake yet as he burst through the bathroom door and he noticed that her things were gone. It was as if she’d never been there.

If not for the taste of her still on his lips, he’d have wondered if he’d dreamt the whole thing.

He spun around the room in a flurry, unsure of what he was looking for or what he planned on doing once he found it.

Then his eyes fell on the slip of paper that sat on the windowsill, the sun casting its rays down on her pen strokes.

I can’t bring myself to wake you. I have to catch my flight. I’ll let you know when I land in Boston.

Jamie’s heart clenched in his chest and he used the palm of his hand to rub at his sternum without thought. He knew that she was gone. He cursed himself for being such a deep sleeper, wished that he’d had the awareness to know that she had been moving around the room silently, packing her things to leave. But in the afterglow of their love making, having released tension and anticipation that had been building inside of him for years, sleep had taken him down and down until he was oblivious to the world. The last thing he remembered was the ghost of her fingertips on his cheekbone and his jaw as he whispered to her once in his mother tongue, the language of his heart that he knew she didn’t understand but hoped that she could feel the meaning of, before falling into a deep sleep.

“Mo ghaol ort, mo Sorcha.”

He had to find her, had to make her understand that he loved her and had loved her since the moment he saw her. Scrambling into the same clothes from the day before, he tore out of the hotel, not caring that they’d charge him for another night when he would inevitably miss check-out. He rushed to the train station and bought a direct ticket to Schiphol, his shaking fingers calling her repeatedly and his heart falling every time it went to her voicemail.

He left his third message, laying his heart out for her to hear, “Claire, please just answer the phone. Talk to me. I winna ask ye to do anything ye dinna want to do but I have to say it, Claire. And I refuse to say it on your bloody voicemail so answer yer phone, tell me where ye are. I’m on my way to the airport. I’m coming to find you.”

Once he arrived, he pushed his way past the crowds of holiday goers, businessmen in their suits and parents trying to corral their children into order. Suddenly thankful for the view that his height gifted him, he searched frantically for any sign of her. He’d found her flight on the departures board and raced to the terminal, praying to God that something had delayed her and she hadn’t had time to make it through security yet. The panic bubbled in his chest as he began to breathe heavily, black dots appearing in his vision. It took everything in him not to simply start shouting her name in the hope that it would bring her to him.

A furious hysteria was beginning to claw its way into his nervous system, controlling the frantic jerks of his long limbs that felt too heavy for him to carry. He dialled her number again and was astonished when she answered.

“Jamie,” she whispered and he felt his heart shatter at the pain in her voice. “Oh, my Jamie.”

“Claire, where are ye? What were ye thinking running off without saying goodbye?” His voice sounded desperate and angry as he spun on the spot, knowing that the compass in his heart that always navigated him to her side would point him in the right direction. Still, his eyes weren’t able to land on her. “Damn it, Claire, tell me where ye are!”

He heard her let out a sob.

“I’m at my gate. You won’t be able to get through.”

Unable to remain upright at her confession, he slumped against the wall beside him and let his head hang, releasing tears that he had been keeping at bay from the moment he had realised that she had left. He cried with her, not caring if people saw.

“Why did ye do this?”

“I couldn’t stand to say goodbye.”

“Claire, I lo-“

“Don’t,” she cried softly, only speaking when he went to say it again. “I’m begging you, don’t say it. If you care for me at all, don’t make this harder.”

He restrained himself from driving his fist into the cement and pushed his forehead against it as his fingers gripped his phone tighter in his hand.

“I canna believe ye weren’t going to say goodbye,” he whispered with a voice full of hurt and not devoid of anger. “Do ye regret it? Last night?”

Her answer came out in a burst, “No. No, I don’t regret it. But you’re my friend. My best friend and with everything changing… I’m going to need my best friend.”

“Yer being selfish, Claire. To give me hope last night and then to pull it out from underneath me, to leave me wi’out breath,” the words were spilling out of him, not caring if he hurt her. She had hurt him well enough.

“Jamie, I thought-“

“No, ye didna think at all. Only of yerself getting to have a wee bit of fun before running off and settling down a whole fuckin’ ocean away.”

With a man who’s not me, he thought.

The line went quiet apart from the gentle sound of her crying and the odd ragged breath that he drew into his lungs to try and settle his racing mind. He screwed his eyes shut and banged his head lightly against the wall.

“Claire, forgive me, I- fuck, I just dinna ken what tae do.”

“They’re calling my gate, I have to go,” she whispered.

“Please, I didna mean it, I was sore and said more than I meant,” he desperately tried to explain himself.

“I’ll let you know when I land. Goodbye Jamie.”

“Claire—”

When she hung up the phone, he sat on the floor and went to pieces. An hour passed before he was able to bring himself together enough to make his way back to the hotel, gather his things and get his own flight back home. With one look at him, standing on the steps of Lallybroch with the spirit of a broken man, Jenny set her mouth in a straight line. In a feat that would’ve astounded Jamie had he the energy to care, she kept her words to herself and brought him a bottle of whisky as he sat in front of the fireplace, somehow managing to keep her children from pestering their uncle. He spent days moping around the estate, barely speaking a word but she made sure that he knew that when he did want to talk, Jenny Murray would be there to listen.

It was two weeks after Claire had left that Jamie heard from her. It was early evening and he had just punished himself with a 10km run around Lallybroch’s grounds, thinking that if his muscles were screaming in pain then he might get some distraction from the dull ache that had set up shop in his chest. The minute he stepped into the hot stream of the shower, his phone pinged with a message. How he would kick himself afterwards that he hadn’t given it a cursory glance because when he exited the bathroom ten minutes later, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when he saw it.

Sassenach: Message

He opened it greedily, desperate to receive any sort of contact since the painful last phone call that would play on a loop in his mind every night as he lay in bed, sleep evading him.

It was a picture of a bouquet of flowers, a huge arrangement made of foliage and sea holly, thistles and white calla lilies that he knew were her favourite. He’d spent more time than he’d like to admit picking out the perfect flowers for her and knew exactly which bottle of whisky to put in with it (the one that they’d drank together the night that he’d teased her that she had no friends before she replied with a blinding smile and said the words ‘I have you’). She had photographed them prettily displayed on a windowsill that was drenched in sunlight. Underneath she had simply written the words ’Thank you!’ and he realised that he had forgotten that he’d even arranged for the gift to be sent. It was meant be a moving in present, a little reminder of home and the people that she’d left. Now it seemed sad and it made Jamie and his bruised ego feel a bit pathetic.

But it was a start, a small plaster on the gaping hole that was their friendship but one that he was determined to improve on. Anything to keep her in his life, in whatever capacity. He replied to her message with hopes of her having had an easy move, asking whether she was settled in yet. Claire replied almost instantly and so begun the back and forth, both of them trying to be painfully normal as Jamie paced in his bedroom, naked as the day he was born and dripping water all over the floorboards.

When he slipped on a puddle of his own making, he chucked his phone back onto the bed and set to rummaging amongst the old clothing in his drawers in an attempt to find something clean. He really needed to help out around the house more, he thought. Jenny had been rushing around after a husband, two children and now her brother and she deserved better. He had started to deal with the pile of unwashed material that had accumulated on the floor by his bed when he heard his phone ring.

Without even looking, he accepted the call.

“Aye?”

“Hi! It’s Claire!”

As if she needed to tell him that. The minute that he heard her voice he felt like he could breathe that little bit easier for the first time since being in that fucking airport, the gentle lilt of her English accent making him picture the shapes that her lips made. The memory of it stabbed him in the gut and he took a calming breath, turning from his discomfort into the humour that they both teased each other with.

“Sorry whoever ye are, I dinna ken anyone with a Boston accent, ye must hae the wrong number.”

“Asshole,” she snorted. “I sound exactly the same as I always have. It’s… it’s good to hear your voice.”

He smiled into the phone, letting his voice soften and convey the sincerity of his words, “Aye, Sassenach, it’s good to hear yours too.”

An hour or so later, when Jenny Murray went up to her brother’s room to let him know that dinner was on the table, the sound of her brother laughing halted her hand just before she knocked. For the past fortnight, Jamie had been dour, sullen and more prone to tantrums than Wee Jamie and Maggie put together. Getting the two of them fed tonight had been a battle, Ian trying his best to wrangle a teething Maggie as Jenny had an entire bowl of mince and tatties spilled down her front by her son. It had been a tiring night but now, the two wee ones were in bed and her brother was laughing again. Her heart lifted at the thought and she sent a prayer of thanks up to her parents for giving him a bit of a reprieve from his heartbreak.

“Sassenach, ye ken fine well…”

As soon as she heard him say it, she spun herself from Jamie’s door, cursing under her breath about her eejit brother who didn’t know what was good for him and definitely not what was bad for him. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Claire, in fact she had been glad knowing that there was someone to look out for Jamie when he’s was away at university. Jenny always knew that her younger brother was more green behind the ears than he was willing to admit. When he had nonchalantly mentioned that he’d be bringing home a friend for the summer of his first year at university, Jenny had pulled Claire into a hug on the steps of Lallybroch, welcoming her with literal open arms and finding Claire to be a quick witted, intelligent woman but with a softness behind her eyes that Jenny hoped would lend her to being a good friend to her brother. The problem, Jenny quickly realised the first night they’d all sat down to dinner together, was that Jamie had fallen head over heels in love with her.

She tried her hardest to lighten her step as she made her way back into the kitchen, knowing that she would not react kindly to any teasing about her ‘stomping’ around the house. Instead Jenny took out her frustration on the chicken curry that was bubbling on the stove, whirling the wooden spoon around with a little more force than was needed.

“Did I miss saying goodnight tae the bairns?” Jamie’s voice rumbled against the stone walls of the kitchen, pulling her attention away from the storm cloud that was brewing in her stomach as she plated up for herself, his large frame appearing over her shoulder. “Smells fine.”

As the full plate slammed down on the countertop, Jamie frowned in confusion as Jenny turned, her hands set at her hips in a way that still put the fear of God in him.

He took a step backwards (out of her reach if she decided to brandish the spoon at him), his eyebrows raised along with a single hand. Jamie knew from experience that it was better to pip her to the post before she got into the swing of an argument, “Before ye say anything, I want tae apologise first.”

“And just what will ye be apologisin’ for this time, mo bhràthair?”

“For treatin’ this place as a hotel, havin’ ye run after me like I’m one of yer bairns,” he had the foresight to look genuinely penitent and it softened her a bit. “I promise ye I’ll start pullin’ my weight.”

“Well, I canna say that I disagree wi’ ye. And I’ll be thankful of the help, Ian was just sayin’ the west gate needs mending. About time ye bucked up and started helpin’ wi’ the jobs around here,” she said firmly. Jamie’s eyes narrowed in at her face, confused. He’d apologised before she even asked but there was clearly something still there that he hadn’t addressed, that she was expecting him to bring up.

“Is there somethin’ else?” He asked carefully, fighting the urge to pull up the door to the priest hole that he was standing on in an attempt to hide from her wrath.

Instead, she sighed and handed a second plate to him. Her hands went from her hips to the table in front of her as she manoeuvred herself to sit. He followed her lead and sat down across from her, watching closely as she began to eat after expelling another pregnant sigh.

“Will ye give me a hint as to what I’ve done tae piss ye off?” He grumbled as he began to eat himself, trying his hardest not to cower as she sent him a death glare from across the table. Suddenly, the space between her brows furrowed and she let the weight of her head slump into an upturned palm.

“I’m worried about ye, Jamie. I’m always worried about ye but still,” she said in a quiet voice.

“I ken I’ve no’ been out of my room much and I’ve been a right miserable sod. But I’m starting to feel better… I think.”

Jenny narrowed her eyes at him, trying hard not to let the judgement seep in as she quickly placed her hand over the top of his, rolling her eyes when he jumped at the sudden contact.

“I think ye should stay away for a while. She’s in Boston wi’ Frank and havin’ tae adjust to her new life, ye should give her the space to do it.”

Realising that she’d overheard their phone call, Jamie shifted uncomfortably in his seat, fighting the urge to pull his hand from underneath hers as she tightened her grip.

“She was just phonin’ to say thanks for the flowers,” he mumbled, spooning a large helping of his dinner with his free hand into his mouth to try and shut down any need for a further explanation. Sadly, his big sister wasn’t buying it.

“I ken that yer finding it difficult, mo bhràthair, but maybe this is the opportunity tae find someone. Someone who’ll have ye. Ye’ve pined for Claire for so long but she’s never—“

“We slept together. In Amsterdam.”

The words hung in the space between the two siblings, heavy as lead. Jamie had felt the twist of his stomach at saying the words out loud and shot a glance to his sister’s dumbfounded face as the information permeated her thoughts.

“Ye glaikit bastard,” she finally exhaled softly, earning herself a sad smirk from her brother. “Why would ye dae that tae yerself?”

Jamie shrugged his shoulders, “It seemed… it felt like the right thing to do in the moment. And then I woke up the next morning and she was already gone. Chased her to the airport an’ aw but I was too late.”

Jenny huffed again, leaning back in her chair.

“I just thought if I could tell her that I loved her, that I’m in love wi’ her, maybe she’d have stayed. But she didn’t let me say it.”

“Aye, sounds like Claire,” Jenny scoffed, quickly composing herself at the glare she received. “Suppose it makes mare sense for all the mopin’ ye’ve been doing.”

Jamie humphed and rubbed a hand roughly over his face, sinking his fingers through his hair.

“It’s fine, it’s done and I canna change it, wouldn’t change it anyway. It was a very special night for me.”

“I ken but, Jamie, she is gone. She has made her choice. And it’s coorse of her to dangle herself in front of ye when she’s away living her life and yer here, where she left ye.”

His bright blue eyes bore into her, a warning, “Careful, Janet. Claire is my friend and I wilna let her navigate this on her own—“

“She’s nae on her own, she’s wi’ Frank!”

“Aye, she is. And there’s fuck all I can dae about it so this is where I find myself. I wilna let my feelings get the better of me. I will be her friend, as I have been these past years.”

Jenny knew that there was no point in pushing. It was a Fraser family trait, digging your heels in, more often than not to your own detriment. And if there was one topic that Jamie wouldn’t budge on, it was Claire. She got to her feet and grabbed her plate, moving around the table to press a single kiss into the mop of his red hair before leaving the room.

“Ca canny, mo bhràthair.”

#light across the seas that severed #clan donnachaidh #ao3 #outlander fanfic #jamie fraser #Claire beauchamp #outlander #modern au

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binnie-huaisang · 3 years

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Home

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Hyunjin × reader

Words: 809

TW: Fem reader.

Note: I’m sorry if there are some spelling or grammar mistakes, or if some expressions just don’t make sense. English isn’t my first language, but I promise I’m trying my best.

It was already midnight when Hyunjin arrived home. He was supposed to be there hours ago, but his flight kept being delayed.

Trying to be the most quiet possible, he left his luggage in the living room and proceeded to lay on the couch. He would’ve wanted to sleep in his bed, but he knew you were already sleeping, and he didn’t wanna wake you up. You didn't know he was coming home and, actually, he didn’t know either until last morning, when his boss gave him the good news.

You were used to him constantly traveling, but he had never been gone for that long, and you were starting to feel sad for not being able to see your boyfriend. You loved him more than anything in your life, and you would wait forever if it was for him, but you had to admit that it could be very hurtful sometimes.

On the other hand, Hyunjin didn’t have it any easier. During the first weeks, he was doing okay, he would miss you from time to time, but he could handle it because he knew that he would see you soon. However, things started to get rough when his boss told him that they would have to stay more time due to some complications, and the worst part was that they weren’t allowed to use their cellphones. The only call he could give you, was the one where he explained the situation to you, and that was already months ago.

Just as Hyunjin’s eyes were starting to feel heavier, a sudden light blinded him. He didn’t understand what was happening at first, but after a few seconds, his eyes finally adjusted to the new light and that was when he saw you.

You had been having some trouble sleeping lately and the only thing that could put you to sleep was food. After entering the kitchen you scanned the fridge looking for something that wasn’t too heavy for your stomach at that hour, the only thing adjusting to that being an old pot of chocolate ice cream. ‘Well, it’s better than nothing’, you thought and took a big spoon from the drawer before heading to the kitchen bar. You were already sitting and ready to take the first bite of the not so bad looking ice cream, when you looked towards the living room. You stayed frozen in your place as soon as your gaze met his. A short silence reigned the house before you got out of your slumber and finally ran towards him, pinning him against the couch.

“Hi baby!” Hyunjin giggled, wrapping his arms around your waist as soon as you straddled him.

“When did you come back?!” You asked with wide eyes. “Why didn’t you wake me up?!”

“Sorry, I didn’t want to bother you. I arrived just a few minutes ago”. He answered with that dumb smile that he couldn’t get out of his face ever since he saw you.

“What do you mean you didn’t want to bother me?!” You mocked him. “You are home! What could be more important than that?!”

“Alright, alright! I’m sorry!”

You were about to protest once again, when you felt his soft lips pressing against your forehead, your eyes filling with tears just as if it was something automatic. You’ve missed that so much, and you didn’t even know it until now.

“Why don’t we go to sleep now?” Your sweet boyfriend asked and you could only nod, still a little sensitive because of the mixed feelings you were having.

Once you arrived to your bedroom, it didn’t take him more than a minute to be fully dressed in his pajamas and lying beside you in your now warmer bed.

“I really missed you”. You confessed before kissing both of his cheeks, right in the spot his cute dimples formed.

“I missed you too”. He said, pulling you closer to his chest. “I’m sorry for making you wait for that long”.

You lifted your head and looked at him in the eye with furrowed eyebrows. “Hey! I don’t like that tone!” “It wasn’t your fault!”

Your boyfriend smiled at your reaction and nodded. He knew you were right, but something inside him made him feel a little guilty for leaving you alone that often.

“Now, if you excuse me…” You said while getting yourself comfortable once again, your head resting between his chin and chest and your arm around his waist. “I’d like to sleep with the love of my life, thank you”.

“Wait, what about your ice cream?”

“I don’t need it anymore”.

And with those words, both of you started falling into a deep slumber, finally having the certainty that, when you wake up, the other will still be there, just as it should always be. Your beloved Hyunjin was finally back at home.

Hi! I’m sorry if this is not that good, but I felt like it would be unforgivable not to write something to celebrate our Prince’s comeback...

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all-my-love-for-harry · 4 years

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Prometiste.

summary: when a relationship starts breaking, previous promises are broken too.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: pure angst! Is a sad one :(

a/n: I got inspired by my favorite song to write this piece, this song is very dear to me and i loved how this turned out. Let me know what you think of it, please! (btw, the title translates to ‘you promised’)

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The distance can make people grow closer, or it can break them apart. When the second happens, the results are two people with a broken heart and a lot of problems unresolved.

In the beginning, things were great. Harry would pick Y/N up at the airport every time she would go visit him on tour. He’d have her attached to his hip all the time, grabbing a chair for her to sit and watch him rehearse, put her on his lap while his hairstylist was doing his hair, going straight to her arms after every show and going straight to their hotel room to make love to her just like he knows how to.

When her time to leave would arrive, he would beg her to stay just a little more, claiming she was his lucky charm and needed her with him at all times. He’d never say goodbye, simply because he didn’t like that word. He’d much prefer to leave a kiss at the top of her head and make her promise she’d come back soon.

And every time she kept her promise.

Six months passed since Harry began his tour, and in every visit she made she’d notice him more distant, and even if she didn’t want to admit it, she could feel how he was slowly slipping through her fingers.

He’d no longer make the trip to pick her up from the airport, he’d tell her to wait in his dressing room until the concert, leaving her alone for hours without any sort of explanation or sight of regret. She started to feel more like a baggage, an intruder.

Regardless of how she felt, she decided against talking to Harry about it. It was obvious he was stressed, so she sat and watched in silence how the love of her life slowly changed into a person she didn’t know anymore.

Suddenly, she found herself starting looking forward to saying goodbye instead. The question of why she was still wasting her money on plane tickets to see a person who didn’t even look happy to see her was a real enigma, but she still did it anyway. No matter how many text messages Harry would leave on read, or how many unanswered calls landed on his phone, she still loved him and had faith this would only be temporary.

The tour finally made its stop in London, and the reason why Y/N was looking forward to this particular stop, was because Harry had a week long break before his next show. Which meant he was going to be completely free from any obligations, and his mind would finally be stress free.

He hasn’t been sending her many messages lately, but he did tell her his plane got delayed and he’d arrive later than expected. She took the extra time to cook dinner at his house, as a welcome gift.

Harry’s flight was supposed to land at 6 pm, however, it was already nine and he hadn’t come to his house yet.

Y/N got worried and sent him a couple of messages asking him about his whereabouts but he was yet to answer. So she insisted. She was tired of being ignored.

However, after finally receiving an answer from Harry, she immediately wished she didn’t.

Can you stop being so annoying?

Y/N felt as if someone ripped her heart from her chest as tears immediately threatened to spill out of her eyes. Dozens of questions started to run through her mind, still having trouble at understanding the situation.

She contemplated her options. She could either leave, or she could stay and wait for him to come home and one and for all demand an explanation of his behavior. She chose the latter.

So she sat on the couch, looking directly at the flat screen hanged on the wall even though it wasn’t even on. She flinched when she heard a jingle of his keys, following from his footsteps.

None of them said anything as Harry approached her, sitting beside her on the couch in complete silence. He sighed.

“I don’t think this is working anymore, Y/N” He whispered, turning to look at her. He caught how one single tear fell off her left eye, not answering him. She swallowed the rest of them though. “There’s so much going on right now, and I had to make a massive readjust of priorities…”

“And I suppose I didn’t make the cut” She interrupted him. Harry took a deep breath. “Did you stop loving me?” Finally turning to look at him, Harry’s heart break into a million of pieces when he saw her, bloodshot eyes from containing her tears. Harry shook his head. “Then what happened?” she almost begged. “Because it looks like you did and you’re just lying to me to make me feel better”

“I haven’t stopped loving you, never will” he confessed. “I thought I could balance it all. Tour and… well, you. I haven’t been a good boyfriend and you deserve someone who puts you first because… because I can’t”

“I know I’m not perfect, I was certain that my place was next to you. And I tried to keep my promise, I really tried, Harry” She couldn’t contain herself anymore as she started sobbing.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to his chest, allowing himself to also cry. He felt how Y/N’s tears stained his shirt, but he didn’t care. She tried inhale Harry’s essence as she felt like it was going to be the last time she’d be able to do it.

“I know you did, I do” He started kissing the top of her head multiple times. “This is on me, baby. Is all on me, I’m sorry”

She pulled away from his chest, whipping her tears only to receive new ones. “You could’ve spared me so much time of uncertainty, you know? If you didn’t want this anymore, then why you didn’t say something sooner?”

“I… don’t know. I guess I didn’t want to accept it was time to let you go”

Y/N’s lip started trembling. Deep down she knew Harry just didn’t love her anymore, and although that thought hurt, she would’ve preferred hearing that rather than a really vague excuse. She needed to get out of the house, otherwise she’d collapse.

She stood up abruptly, starting to look for her purse. Harry panicked, standing up from the couch as well. “Please don’t go while you’re like this”

“I don’t want to stay, Harry” she choked a sob. “I really need to go, please” she begged. Harry looked unsure, but he still let go of her arm he didn’t even realize he was holding.

So he watched grab her purse and leave. In that moment, Harry knew he was making the biggest mistake of his life, one that he’d forever regret. But even if he already knew, he still did it anyway.

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Y/N cried until there weren’t any more tears to spill. She woke up the next day with a wet pillow and a broken heart. At first, she thought it was all just a bad dream, but memories from the night before passed through her mind and a new wave of tears came.

She felt like her whole world was falling apart, suddenly feeling lost and… empty. Her chest felt empty. And it was because her heart didn’t belong to her anymore. Harry had it.

And despite he knew he held her heart in his hands, he still broke it.

Or perhaps he forgot he had it.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d forgotten something.

Y/N just wanted it all to end. The ache in her head and in her chest, it was becoming too much to handle and she didn’t know what to do anymore.

After spending her whole afternoon in bed staring at the ceiling, she came to the conclusion that in order to stop her soul from aching further, Y/N needed to erase the past three years of her life from her mind.

It was an impulsive decision, but she didn’t realize it until she was in front of Harry’s front door with a couple of duffel bags in the back of her car, waiting to be filled with all her belongings.

Harry wasn’t home, of course he wasn’t. He had a concert to do. He had a career and a life that was waiting for him, and Y/N wasn’t part of that anymore.

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the bags and entered the house with her spare key, feeling sad about thinking it would be the last time she’d use it. She placed the key in the table beside the door and headed upstairs straight to Harry’s room.

A wave of memories invaded her mind. Times where they were happy, times where being in love was the only thing that matter for them.

His room. A place Y/N loved but now was bittersweet to stand in. She placed her bags on his bed, allowing her palm to touch the white sheets and closing her eyes for a second.

His bed. Where thousands of promises were made through soft whispers and tender touches. She remembered how Harry would promise her it would always be them against the world, how he bowed he’d never leave her alone, loving her until the end of times, through thick and thin. No matter the situation, it’d always be just them. Just Y/N and Harry.

And she, being her, believed him blindly.

It seemed like Harry forgot all those things along with so many others. Along with the fact that today would’ve been their fourth year together, not that it mattered anymore.

Once her bags were full, she let herself have one last look at the room that used to be her favorite room in the entire house. She took out the promise ring Harry had given her a year prior, letting it rest on his nightstand.

Just like last night, Y/N had two options. She could either leave now, or she could stay and wait for him for one last goodbye.

And this time, she chose the first option, and didn’t look back.

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As he sat at his gate, he watched the other people. Something about airports had always intrigued him, so many people in their own lives, on their own paths all converging to this one place before jetting off once more.

Lorcan was restless. On the arm of the uncomfortable chair, his fingers tapped out a furious beat. The monotonous drone of the phone line ringing in his ear didn’t help. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. I miss your voice and I need you to pick up so I don’t lose my fucking–

“What, the fuck , do you want?”

He chuckled, “Good morning to you too, princess.” Inside his chest, his heart fluttered. Fuck, he missed her. He missed both his girls. The minute they’d dropped him off at the airport eight weeks ago, he’d been itching to go home.

“I told you not to call me that.” There wasn’t any bite to her words and Lorcan knew - hoped - that she was wearing that soft, sleepy smile of hers.

He hummed, stretching his long legs out and crossing them at the ankle, “Tell me to stop without smiling and I’ll stop. Easy-peasy, Lochan.”

Elide just muttered a curse in Blackbeak and sighed as if talking to him was some sort of divine torture, “Why are you calling? It’s not even three yet, Lor.” Instantly, remorse flooded through him. He’d forgotten completely about the time difference and told her as much. “Mmm, it’s fine. Did something happen?”

“Nah, I just wanted to say hey before my flight. I’m sorry for waking you up,” he said. Lorcan ran his tongue over his teeth. “I’ve… I miss you two.”

The teasing, light mood dropped a bit. Lorcan could hear her breathing slowly and then she answered, her voice weaker than normal, “I know, Lor.” Her swallow was audible. “We miss you too.” Before he could respond, before he could offer her any sort of fleeting comfort, Elide spoke again, “Hold on one second, ok?”

She was gone before he could respond. Lorcan could hear something rustling, like someone slipping out of a bed. He froze, hardly daring to breathe. She wouldn’t- Elide and Lorcan both knew better than to have someone over when they had the kid with them.

There was soft murmuring he couldn’t quite make out and the unmistakable whine of their daughter. Lorcan slumped down in relief, cursing himself for this… jealousy. It wasn’t fair. “Hello?” snapped Stella Luna.

He chuckled, delighted by his child’s greeting, “Hey, Tiny.”

She gasped and that innocent sound, filled with childlike wonder and elation, soothed his aching heart. “Daddy?”

“Hi, Stella. I’m sorry I woke you up so early, I wanted to say hey before I get on the plane,” Lorcan explained with a smile. Thinking about Elide that summer had been painful enough, knowing he was so far from her, but it was nothing compared to the agony of missing his daughter.

“Are you coming home today? ‘Cause I got kindergarten tomorrow, Daddy. Mama said you would take me,” Stella said.

“Yes, I’m coming home today. I’ll take you to school tomorrow, ok?”

“Ok, Daddy. I’ve been very busy, you know. Yesterday we went shopping and at Mintage, mama found me a Wednesday Addams lunch box,” Stella regaled, her words dripping with wonder and awe. “I’m so excited ‘acause I love Wednesday Addams, Daddy, did you know? We watched it last night at Fenny’s house ‘acause he let me choose. He said he was sick of the Addams family and that’s why I called him a dummy.”

He laughed, pausing for a moment to listen to the PA. “Passengers boarding Flight 1203 to Varese, please make your way to gate C49. Passengers in zone one, please line up at the boarding desk.”

“What was that? It sounded funny, Daddy, like a robot,” Stella said.

“My plane’s getting ready to take off, Stel, they want everyone to come to the gate,” Lorcan explained. “How was Fen’s?”

“Oh,” she started, “it was very good, Daddy. After the movie, he taked me to his show an’ I wanted to bring Salem but it’s too loud for him so I sat with Essar and she got me a juice box when I was thirsty. I think it was a secret ‘acause they only give them to me. It was grape which is my favourite, but I didn’t want to finish all of it so Vee drinked it after his show. Then Fenny and me and Con and Vee went to Grampy’s and I fell asleep so Fenny took me home.”

“Passengers in zone two, please line up at the front desk.”

Lorcan checked his boarding pass, “Kid, I have to get on my plane now, ok?”

“Ok,” Stella replied, a little sadly. “I miss you.”

The corners of his lips turned down. Lorcan hung his head, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he tried to think of what he could say to comfort his child. Eventually, he said, “I know, Stella Luna. I miss you too. I promise - once I’m home, no more tours, ok? I love you.”

“Love you too, Daddy,” she chirped, already his happy, bubbly little baby again. “Bye-bye!”

“Bye, Tiny. Put your mother on for me,” Lorcan said, laughing through the sentence. He could hear Stella Luna hand the phone over to Elide.

“Yes , you can sleep now,” Elide said with a kiss smacked on Stella’s head. “Lor, you still there?”

“Yeah, ‘m here. I have to get on the plane now.”

“Ok. Do you want us to pick you up from the airport?”

Though it pained him to say it and further delay their reunion, Lorcan said, “No, don’t bother. I’ll be tired and I’ll probably just crash when I get home. I’ll see you tomorrow, though.”

“Can’t wait, Salvaterre.”

He smiled a small smile, one that was only ever for Elide, “Me neither, Lochan.”

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He woke up somewhere high above the Cambrian Mountains. For a few moments, Lorcan stared out the small window, groggy and confused.

It took him a second to remember what was happening and why he was on a plane. When he finally did recall, Lorcan pulled his laptop out of his camera bag and placed it on the desk. The band he’d been working with over the summer had bought him a seat in business class for both his flights home.

Lorcan shifted in his seat and absentmindedly toyed with the curved barbell that pierced the delicate skin connecting his upper lip to his gum as he waited for his computer to turn on. He leaned down, searching through his bag for the USB that carried every shot he’d taken in concert that summer.

He found it and sat up straight. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he saw the background of his laptop. He hadn’t changed it in the three years since the photo of Elide tattooing Stella’s name in Ozuye on the outside of his right thumb while he held a sleeping Stella Luna to his chest with his free arm had been taken. The tattoo was his favourite, though it probably tied for first place with the cartoon-inspired Wednesday Addams on his inner left wrist.

The placement of both designs had been purposeful, so when he was shooting something, he could see them clearly and think about his daughter. He had never met anyone who loved the Addams family more than Stella.

Lorcan put his headphones on and played a playlist at random. Pink + White played as he opened Photoshop and uploaded a file he hadn’t even looked at yet. The photos weren’t needed for another month, but he would rather get them done now so he could focus on the upcoming studio show.

He still hadn’t decided what or who his subject would be. Maybe he would take a break from concerts and focus on something else.

For the rest of the flight, he worked to distract himself from the fact that he’d be seeing Elide again. It hardly made any difference, his mind on her like always. Lorcan had been in love with Elide for… forever. He finally realised it, though, a couple weeks before she had their daughter.

He had wanted… he had wanted a family with her. A real one, where Stella wouldn’t be perpetually split between two homes, but Elide hadn’t wanted that and Lorcan respected her wishes. Maybe it was foolish, but six years seemed like long enough to be pining for someone.

As Lorcan got lost in the thoughts he spent most of his waking hours repressing, a hissing voice that sounded suspiciously like his mother snapped, Elide Lochan is not ‘someone’ and she is certainly not someone you get over. Ever. Stupid boy.

His lips twisted with a rueful smile, though the memory of his mother ached and stung. Lorcan swallowed past the painful tightening of his throat and saved what he was working on, electing to watch something he’d downloaded on Netflix until they’d landed in Varese.

The air in Varese was balmy and he couldn’t stand it. Lorcan was seconds away from trying to peel his skin off. He had always hated the heat, but this steaming humidity was his hell.

When his zone was called to board the flight, Lorcan could hardly keep the grin from his face. The thought of seeing his family, no matter how it hurt him to know Stella would come home with him tomorrow and Elide would stay in her apartment, was a joy nothing else had ever replicated.

His heart seemed to beat a frantic timpani, each pat-pat saying, wait for me, wait for me, wait for me .

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There was a crick in her neck. Elide muttered a curse with her eyes shut and reached out to her bedside table, only to feel nothing and hear an innocently delighted giggle.

She smiled and kept her eyes closed. Slowly, Elide reached out, “I wonder who could be laughing right now. And where could they be!”

There was that little laugh again, though Elide knew her child was doing her absolute best to stay silent. She heard Salem’s meow of protest and Stella’s sweet shushing.

Staying silent had never been Stella’s strong suit. Elide continued on, now patting the blankets. “Hmm, I do wonder if they could be hiding beneath these blankets!” As she said ‘blankets’, Elide opened her eyes and ripped the covers away. A quick blur of orange and black flashed past as Stella’s fluffy cat was freed and Salem bounded away.

Stella Luna’s shrieking laughter filled the room, gloomy from the rain that poured steadily against the large, paned windows. Elide laughed too as she grabbed her daughter and pulled her into her lap, her fingers digging into the soft part between Stella’s ribcage and hip bone. Stella squirmed away, begging her to stop, “No, please, mama, it tickles!”

Elide chuckled softly and relented, choosing instead to gather Stella up in a long hug. “Oh, good morning, little one. How did you sleep, hmm?” She pulled back and brushed her hand through Stella’s hair.

“Um, I slept good, mama, but I’m really hungry now, so I would like to have breakfast.”

“We can do that. What do you want to eat?”

Stella flicked her eyes up to the ceiling. Though her shape was Elide’s ethereal monolid, the colour of rich browns and deep blacks was all Lorcan. “Pancakes, mama. Can we make them look like bats?”

Elide snorted and nodded, “Of course we can. Why don’t you go wash your hands and we can make them, ok?”

The four-year old was off before she could even say yes, hurriedly careening into the bathroom. Her mother laughed again, but the care-free sound bled into a pained groan as she stood up and stretched. Elide really needed to stop crashing in her daughter’s bed.

Stella hollered back from the toilet, “Mama, can we have chocolate chips in the pancakes?”

Elide smiled as she walked through Stella’s room. On the floor, one of Stella’s toys obstructed her path and Elide jammed her toe into a wooden box. She gritted her teeth against the pain and asked, “Will you clean your room today?”

“Uhhh,” Stella contemplated, “I guess. I dunno why , mama, I don’t care if it’s messy, why do you care?”

“Because your room is messy and you might hurt yourself if you don’t know where something is,” Elide replied steadily. As she pulled on a pair of shorts, she heard little feet race into the kitchen. Elide twisted her hair up and clamped it into place with a hair clip. When she padded into the kitchen, Stella Luna was standing obediently on her stool, her hands clasped like a perfect little child. Elide hooted at the sight, “Oh, you little demon.”

Stella grinned proudly at the nickname and pushed her wild hair back with both hands. She sighed in annoyance, “Mama, help please. It’s too much.”

“Of course, witchling,” Elide said. Stella clambered up onto the counter to sit patiently. Elide hummed something soft as she parted her daughter’s hair and weaved two simple pigtails. As she braided, Salem gracefully leapt onto the counter and made himself comfortable in the fruit bowl, resting his chin on his crossed paws like a proper gent. “Better?”

“Yeah,” Stella chirped as she climbed down and ran to the pantry. She flung the door open, “Mama, is Daddy coming home today?”

“He is. Remember, he called last night, baby,” Elide replied as she pulled out eggs and milk from the fridge.

“Oh, I thought that was a dream ,” explained Stella. She lugged over the large container of flour, carrying it with both arms and almost tipped over. She decided to put it on the floor and push it to the counter. “I wanna play music!”

Elide laughed as she picked the flour up and began measuring out the dry ingredients, “Go for it, Stella.” She watched in delight as Stella ran to the record player and sat on the floor in front of it to peruse the stack of records.

A couple moments later, Stella had decided and put the vinyl on. She pranced back over to her stool as music played. “Mama, can I crack a egg, please?”

When I met you in the restaurant, you could tell I was no debutante

“Yes, ma’am,” Elide passed her an egg, “Be careful, you remember what to do, right?”

“Yup!” Stella delicately cracked the egg on the side of the liquid measuring cup and used her thumbs to open it. The yolk and egg white plopped perfectly into the milk and vanilla. She picked up the whisk and mixed it all up.

Dreaming, dreaming is free

Stella was soon bored and trailed over to the living room. She sat down and started to dance with her frog stuffie, singing along, “I don’t want to live on charity, pleasure’s real or is it fantasy…” Elide grinned at the sight and found the silicone mold in the top drawer.

A few minutes later, Elide slid a stack of bat wing pancakes onto a plate. “Stella? Food’s ready.”

“Ok, mama,” Stella said. She skipped to the table and climbed onto her chair. “Can I have maple syrup too?”

Elide had already grabbed the bottle and grabbed a pair of forks drying in the dish rack. She put the plate down and sat, passing Stella her fork. Stella doused the pancakes in maple syrup and attacked viciously, stuffing an entire pancake into her mouth. Elide laughed loudly, “Baby, eat your food properly. C’mon, you know better.”

Stella grinned around the sticky-sweet mess and chewed thoroughly before swallowing. Elide took the plate and cut the food up into bite-sized pieces before passing it back. The four-year old abandoned her fork in favour of her wee hands and stuffed as many chocolatey-mapley-buttery pieces as she could into her mouth.

“Good gods, child,” her mother said. “You’ll choke.” Delight surged through her at the sound of Stella’s gleeful laughter, albeit muffled. She grabbed a napkin and reached out, holding her daughter’s chin hostage as she wiped the mess away. “I am so happy your father is coming back, he’ll finally take you off my hands, you gremlin.”

Stella gasped loudly and wrenched her chin free, “Mama, can we go to the airplane place? I want to surprise Daddy. Pretty please?”

She made her eyes big and wide, sticking her bottom lip out. Elide cracked immediately, “I think he’d like that, wouldn’t he?” Stella nodded with such vigour Elide half-thought her head would fly off. “We’ll do that later, Stel. Why don’t you finish your breakfast?”

Stella needed no further prompting.

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His bag was the second bag out. Lorcan easily slung the black duffel over his shoulder. He made his way out of the baggage claim and around fellow passengers numbly awaiting their belongings.

Lorcan thought about pausing, his fingers twitching to grab his camera and freeze the moment. There was something slightly surreal about it all. A voice told him to stop, to do it, but the sweet, pure voice of his baby calling him home was louder.

He was still listening to miss star’s jamzzz and clicked the ball of the piercing in his tongue against his teeth to the beats. I’m Not A Loser by the Descendents’ played at maximum volume as he strode across the scuffed and dingy linoleum.

Vaguely, he thought he might’ve heard someone calling for him. Pausing, Lorcan half-pulled a headphone off his ear. He looked around, narrowing his eyes in confusion at the sea of strangers.

“Daddy!”

“Kid?”

A wee one shot out through the passing crowd. Her hair, jet black and thick, curled out of her assumedly once-tight and neat braids. Her eyes were thin and dark, so rich and depthless, framed by long lashes. The little lass seemed to have a piece of the sun setting her warm, coppery complexion aglow from beneath. “ *Até , hi-hi!”

Stella launched herself up and Lorcan dropped his bag to catch her. He held her tight to his chest, one hand cupping the back of her head. “Tiny, Creator above. I missed you so much, my darling moon.”

“Hi, Daddy,” Stella whispered, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. “It’s nice to see you.”

Lorcan laughed raspily at her formal greeting, “Wow, so fancy, miss Star. ‘It’s nice to see you’, really? You’re killing me, Tiny.”

She giggled, shaking her head as she pulled back, “No, I’m not fancy, Daddy. I’m tough ,” she snarled, baring her teeth intimidatingly.

Lorcan laughed again, his head tipping back, “The toughest .”

Stella beamed and abruptly stopped, an outraged gasp escaping her. She grabbed his face and pulled his head back down. When she felt his stubble, Stella Luna pulled a face, “Daddy, you have to shave. It’s scratchy.”

“What, I thought I looked nice like this, babe,” he said, shifting her to his side. “It’s that bad?”

She stared at him for a while before slowly shaking her head, “No… it’s ok, Daddy. Mama likes it like that.” Stella laid her head on his shoulder. Lorcan smiled and held her tightly again, his eyes closed.

For a long moment, neither said a word, until Stella became restless and started peering out around her. “There’s so many people, Daddy.”

“There is,” he agreed. Lorcan brushed something from her cheek and Stella batted his hand away. “So, you learn to drive while I was away, or something?”

“No! I’m still little , Daddy,” Stella Luna corrected him with a giggle. “Mama drived me.” She pointed vaguely towards the entrance, “Mama’s over there and she said, ‘Stella, hold my hand and stay close ‘till we see your dad, ok?’ but you’re so tall and I sawed your head so I ran and didn’t listen to Mama.” Gasping softly, Stella put her hands over her mouth, “Oh no. Mama! Mama, hello? I am here,” she curled her arm over his shoulder as she craned her head to look around. “Where she go?”

Lorcan looked around as well, loving and hating the way his pulse sped up at the prospect of seeing her . “I don’t know where your ma is, maybe she- oh,” Lorcan cut himself off as he saw a familiar flash of long black hair through the crowd. “There she is.”

Through the throngs of passengers and travelers, Lorcan saw a fair skinned, petite woman. Her hair was dark, streaked with purple, and fell to her hips. She left it be in its natural waves, but had it cut into a blunt, pointed fringe that framed her heart-shaped face. Her round, plush lips were painted deep, nearly black, red. They curled into a teasing grin, “Hey, Salvaterre, I see you’ve finally decided to rejoin the rabble! Was the tour too preppy for you, what with all the first class flights and champagne?”

He laughed and reached out to flick her nose, “Shut your mouth, Lochan. I’m common folk for life.” Elide laughed and Lorcan smiled, “Fuck, I can’t believe that you two came to pick me up.” He pulled Elide into a hug, something finally settling inside him as he held his girls for the first time in two months.

“No, no swearing, Daddy,” Stella chastised him, her frown disapproving, “Fuck is a bad word. A very bad word and we’re only allowed to say it when we listen to music.”

Elide laughed and slipped her arm around his waist, “A wretched word, really. It’s like you want our daughter to become a menace to society.”

“Oh, really? And what if our daughter wants to be a menace to society?”

Stella Luna nodded, sticking her chin out, “Yeah, what if I want to be a menace to society, mama?”

Elide shook her head at the two of them and narrowed her eyes at him, “This is your doing, you know, Lorcan.” Oh… how his heart stopped as his name tumbled from her lips. Lorcan struggled to breathe for a moment and Elide’s warm grin faltered. “Lor? You alright?”

“Y-yeah, just jet-lag,” he said quickly. Lorcan averted his eyes from Elide’s concerned gaze. Stella Luna wiggled, whining slightly. When she was set down on her feet, she grabbed Lorcan’s hand in one of hers and Elide’s in the other.

“Let’s go!” she shouted, tugging them along with all her might. At fifteen kilos and a solid one-hundred centimetres, it wasn’t much, but her determination made up for it. Over her head, Elide shot Lorcan a smile and a wink.

Lorcan rolled his eyes and chuckled. Stella skipped and hopped along to Elide’s car. Lorcan tossed his duffel in the trunk as Elide helped Stella into her booster seat and he walked over to the passenger seat. “Daddy,” Stella said, “did you know my birthday is in two months? That means I’m gonna be five whole years.”

“Wow, you’re going to be so old ,” he said dramatically, smiling in the rearview mirror when Stelle’s jaw dropped open and her eyes widened.

“I don’t want to be old. Old people are yucky. Like you and mom.” Elide and Lorcan looked at each other and burst into gutsy laughter at their daughter’s words. Stella sniffed primly and turned her face to the side, “It’s not funny to be old. Being old means you die. Do you want to die, Daddy?”

“If I die, I become a ghost and I’ll haunt people,” he said.

“Would you haunt me ?” the girl asked, her eyes filled with morbid curiosity.

Elide huffed a laugh. She turned the car on and smoothly pulled out of her parking spot to the freeway that would take them back to Orynth. “You two are ridiculous. Stella, baby, no one’s haunting you.”

“Yeah, except for me,” Lorcan ever-so-helpfully stated.

As Elide exclaimed in annoyance, Stella giggled uncontrollably. The dark haired woman couldn’t help but laugh along and the sound of their laughter soothed the dull ache of missing them.

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“ Até, ‘m tired,” said Stella, trailing up to Lorcan. She was all ready for bed, dressed in her Jack Skellington pyjamas. Her dinner of tomato soup and grilled cheese had been devoured an hour ago. Lorcan was in Elide’s kitchen, washing the dishes as Elide worked on a sketch and Stella checked her backpack over and over and over again. She was not going to be caught unprepared for her first day of kindergarten.

He rinsed off the iron skillet and placed it in the dish rack. Lorcan dried his hands and turned to his daughter, who held her hands up expectantly. With a fond smile, Lorcan scooped her up and asked, “Time for bed? Did you brush your teeth yet?”

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded and dropped her head onto his shoulder. “Daddy, don’t forgot Mr. Ribbit.” Stella said softly, already falling asleep. She clutched at his shoulders, a yawn splitting her little face in half.

His grin softened and he kissed the top of her head, “Can’t forget your frog, now, can we?” There came a low chuckle from the living room. Elide walked over to them, her pencil stuck in her hair and carrying the fuzzy green animal. She passed the animal to Stella and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Lorcan offered her his hand, “Come with us?”

Elide nodded and slipped her hand in his. They walked to Stella's room together. She breathed evenly and deeply, her eyes closed. Her lashes brushed the tops of her rosy cheeks. Lorcan set her down with care and tucked her blankets around her. “Good night, my darling moon,” he said softly - in his native tongue - and brushed her hair back before it could tickle the tip of her button nose.

“Night-night,” Stella whispered, her eyes cracking open. “Are you gonna come drive me with mama tomorrow to school?” She snuggled into her pile of pillows and held her blanket up for Salem to settle in beside her. The cat curled up against her and purred softly as he flicked his fluffy tail over her protectively.

“Yes, I am.”

She nodded, “Good. That’s good, Daddy.”

“Alright, Tiny,” he laughed softly, “go to sleep, yeah? You’ve had a big day.” He kissed her forehead and stood up to let Elide say good night.

Elide sat down on the edge of the mattress and cupped Stella’s face in her hand, her words soft and too low for Lorcan to hear. She too chuckled and kissed Stella Luna’s cheek, then got up and stepped over to Lorcan.

They closed the door and silently walked back to the living room. Lorcan sat down on the couch and rubbed his eyes. Elide curled up in the opposite corner and smiled, “Tired?”

“Yeah,” he said, dropping his head back against the couch. “Fuck me, I have to go home.”

“Why don’t you just stay here tonight? You’ll have to come back tomorrow anyway,” Elide said, her voice measured.

Lorcan looked at her, but her face was turned to the side. “Are you sure, El? I honestly don’t mind and I haven’t been to my place in a while.”

She glanced over at him, “No, c’mon, it’s fine. It’s not like we’ve never done it.”

“Done what?”

Elide shot him a flat look, “Slept in the same bed.”

Lorcan choked and his eyes widened, “El- what? I was just going to take the–”

“I swear to Anneith if you say ‘couch’, I’ll strangle you. I’m not making you sleep on my couch when you’ve been gone all summer.” Elide stood up and walked to her bedroom, her hips swinging enticingly. Lorcan quickly looked away. “Besides, my bed is big. I promise I won’t give you my cooties.”

He snapped his teeth and crossed the room to join her. “Fine. I’ll stay.”

Elide crossed her arms over her chest and smiled cockily, “I knew you would.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lorcan said, pulling her into his arms. Her body melted into his. They fit perfectly together. They always had. “You’re always right, aren’t you, princess?”

Elide hid her smile and slipped her arms around his waist, her cheek pressed above his heart. For a long moment, neither said a word. Then, Elide pressed her forehead against him and whispered. She couldn’t speak any louder, fearing that the tears she’d held back for years would finally spill over. “It’s nice to have you home, Lor.”

“It’s nice to be home,” he murmured, gently rubbing her back.

“It wasn’t the same without you.” It’s never the same without you.

He closed his eyes, hating the tears that blurred his vision. “Wasn’t the same without you, either, Lochan.”

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an: ahh ! it’s here ! a few things will b different for this wip, so i just want to let u all kno:

- chapters will b posted once a week on mondays, at 8pm pacific standard time

- there will b flashback chapters !!

- there will b depictions of recreational drug (marijuana) and alcohol consumption - i will put warnings for these n if there r any other triggers u would like me to warn, pls let me know

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translation: *Até: Father/Dad in Lakota (i headcanon lorcan to be native american - speficially Oglala Lakota. this will b more apparent/relevant in future chapters. i call his tribe 'the ozuye'. 'ozuye' means war-party in lakota)

songs played in chapter: (by order of appearance) 1. Pink + White - Frank Ocean 2. Dreaming - Blondie 3. I'm Not A Loser - Descendents

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thelukesalvez · 4 years

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Too Much Distance

Request: “hi! can i request an imagine where the reader almost breaks up with luke because the distance is too much, but luke immediately flies home to change their mind? thank you so much! I really love your work!”

Tagged: @ssaic-jareau , @alvezstan , @lcvischmitt , @ogmilkis , @reidswords, @ssa-morgan , @garcias-batcave , @akimagies, @zhangyixingxing1 , @pinkdiamond1016 , @brwn-sgr

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: slight angst, murder mention (no details)

Luke’s contact photo pops up on your phone, the ringtone interrupts the song you were playing, but as you slide to answer, you realize the sound of his voice is way better than whatever poppy tune had been on.

“Hey babe,” you smile widely, trying to balance your phone between your ear and shoulder as you drive home from work. The fact that you would be seeing Luke tonight was what had kept you smiling throughout the day. Not even the heavy traffic could interfere with your good mood.

When Luke joined the Bureau, you knew things would be difficult, but you both were dedicated to making things work. However, the last few months had been harder than you could have ever anticipated. It seemed like he was always away on a case, and the distance definitely took a toll on your relationship. But that didn’t matter right now, because Luke would be home tonight.

“Hey there,” Luke says back. You can hear chatter in the background and briefly wondered where he was.

“Are you almost home?” you ask, hopeful.

There’s a brief pause, then Luke sighs, “That’s actually what I was calling about—“

“Oh no,” you interrupt, “was the jet delayed?”

“No…” he clears his throat, “I’m actually still in LA.”

The moment he says the words, your coffee canister slips from your hands, spilling over your lap and car. The heat immediately seeps through your skirt. You’re lucky you don’t crash as you try to wipe it up with the napkins stuffed in your cup holder.

“Shit,” you gasp, your thighs burning from the hot beverage. “Shit, shit, shit—“

You flip your blinker on, tears and anger both starting to fill you up, and pull over on the side of the road. You wipe up the remainder of the coffee, ignoring Luke asking if everything was okay on the other end of the line.

Once your legs no longer felt like they were on fire, you pick your phone back up, and already on the verge of tears resume your conversation.

“Are you serious?” you ask.

“We got the wrong guy— the murders keep happening,“ you can tell he’s frustrated by the news too. You can tell he’s trying to dodge a fight, which was really all you’d been doing lately. Seeing each other today was what you had both been holding onto, or at least that’s what you thought.

You sigh, and without raising your voice say, “I just… I mean we’ve had these dinner plans for so long— I mean my parents have been talking about this for weeks.“

“I know, I know, I know—“ he says frantically, “I’m so sorry, believe me, I’d much rather be there than here… we’re swamped.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, and close your eyes, listening to the sound of traffic rushing by your parked vehicle.

“Okay,” you sigh, feeling so defeated and drained all of a sudden. “Okay, well, we’ll miss you.”

“I know, tell everyone I say I’m sorry for not being there.”

“Yeah, alright,” you agree.

“So we’ll just talk later then?” he asks, the noise in the background is getting louder.

“Okay,” you say before hanging up. You can’t help but notice that the “I love you’s” were skipped.

You drove the rest of the way home with your fingers tightly clenched around the steering wheel. Your knuckles were white by the time you pulled into the driveway. You dragged your bag and coffee-stained self into the house to change and get ready for dinner with your family.

You tried convincing yourself that the night would be fun, regardless of the fact that Luke had bailed. But the moment you sat around the table at the restaurant and counted that you were in fact the eleventh wheel of the family, you knew things were doomed. Plus you couldn’t shake the achy feeling inside your chest that made you fear for your relationship with Luke. You had been holding onto this weekend together with everything you had. It kept you grounded, and reminded you that this distance between you and Luke wouldn’t last forever. Now, you had nothing to hold on to.

“Where’s Luke?” your mother immediately asked. Of course.

Without even thinking, you lie, “His flight got delayed. Bad weather—“ you’re not sure why you didn’t spill the truth. Denial, maybe. Embarrassment that his job would always come before you.

“Bad weather?” your brother asks, “In LA?”

“Yeah—“ you stammer, your face turning red. “Tornados, I guess.”

Your brother goes to argue that statement, but his girlfriend elbows him, indicating for him to shut his mouth. You give her a soft smile in appreciation.

You stay quiet for the majority of the meal, and you don’t feel much like eating.

All-in-all, you’re relieved when everyone is ready to head home.

“Hey,” your brother’s girlfriend catches up to you before you can head to your car,

“Hi,” you smile.

“Is everything okay? I just— I wanted to make sure, cause you do know LA doesn’t have tornados, right?”

You nod and let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, I know. And Luke’s flight never got delayed,” you take a deep breath, “I guess that just sounded better than the fact that he didn’t even get on his flight. Got caught up at work,” you explain.

She pierces her lips empathetically. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I just—“ you feel the tears starting to fill your eyes and you wipe them away, embarrassed. “I don’t know if we’re gonna make it—“

“Oh no,” she says empathetically.

“The distance is just, really, really hard. Way harder than I ever thought—“ even you can tell how choked up your voice sounds, “And I just don’t see it ending anytime soon. He loves his job, and I’d never ask him to give that up. But I can’t compete with it. I just don’t know if I can do it—”

“Maybe you should talk to him about this,” she suggests, as she soothingly rubs your shoulder. “Tell him how much it’s bothering you. Be honest.”

You nod. “Yeah you’re probably right,” you wipe your runny nose on your sleeve.

“Let us know if you need anything, okay?”

You nod, thanking her and hugging her goodbye. She was right. You did need to talk to Luke. But that was a conversation you wished you could just keep on the back burner, ignoring until everything ignited. You dreaded it the whole way home.

The phone rang three times before Luke answered.

“How was dinner?” he asks.

“It was fine—“ you lie, not really wanting to fake small talk, “everyone missed you.”

“Yeah, I wish I could’ve been there.”

You clear your throat as you anxiously drum your fingers on the counter.

“Listen, Luke We need to talk—“

“Babe,” he protests, “I already apologized for not being there— I wanted to, but I can’t control what happens in this case. It’s my job, I couldn’t say no.”

You didn’t want to fight. You were too tired, too drained, too sad to fight. “I know…” you say as non confrontational as possible, “I know it’s your job, I understand that, but I— I need you here, Luke. And maybe that’s selfish of me, or whatever, but it’s true. I can’t do this distance thing, I thought I could, but I can’t. It’s killing me.”

“I mean, what do you want me to do?” Luke asks, “Quit? Do you want me to quit my job?”

You squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation of what was about to happen.

“No, I don’t want that,” you say, your voice becoming heavy with tears, “And I hate that this is through the phone, but I don’t think we should do this anymore. I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

There’s a long silence, but it sounds so loud.

You begin wondering if you should provide more of an explanation, but then Luke speaks.

“Baby—“ he pleads, his voice full of desperation, “Please, I know you’re mad about tonight but I can fix this—“

“I’m not mad,” you tell him, pushing the emotion in your voice down and trying to muscle through. “But I come second to your job, Luke. And that’s not your fault. But it’s not my fault either. And I need more than that.”

He’s stammering incoherently on the other end, and you imagine what his face looks like right now. Was he crying? Were his eyebrows all scrunched up?

He tries protesting again, but your mind is made up.

“Goodbye,” you whisper, hitting the end button before he could convince you otherwise. As soon as the line went dead, you broke out into uncontrollable sobs. The weight on your shoulders that you thought would be lifted only felt heavier as you let yourself fall to the floor.

Your chest ached, and you clutched your arm around yourself, trying to hold everything together.

It hurt like fucking hell.

You fell asleep with Netflix still playing on the TV, the screen lighting up the otherwise dark living room. It was late when you woke to the sound of your door opening.

Your first instinct was to scream, but you caught a glimpse of the familiar, dark haired man standing in front of you before that could happen.

“Luke?” you say groggily, rubbing your tired eyes. “What are you doing?” You feel like you might still be dreaming.

“I know you probably don’t want me here,” he says, he’s out of breath, panting, even. “But just hear me out—” when you don’t protest, he continues.

“I love my job,” he states. “Being part of the Bureau was my dream, and then that dream came true. I love the BAU. I love being a profiler. I love being able to save lives—“

You let your eyes wander to the floor, wondering where this all was going.

“But none of that compares to how much I love you,” he says, his shoulders finally deflating. “And I’ll quit in a heartbeat if that’s what it takes.”

It had been so long since Luke had told you he loved you, that you feared it might no longer be true. But as soon as he says the words with such honesty and passion, your face scrunches up and the tears start to fall, because you immediately believe him. For a moment, you forget that you’d practically broken up with him over the phone.

All you care about is that he’s here. Luke is here, standing in front of you in real life for the first time in so long. You rush over to him, crashing into his body as you wrap your arms around his middle and rest your head on his chest. He smells so familiar, and when he curls his own arms around you, you immediately feel safe and secure and whole again.

You’re not sure how long you stay like that. But you’re afraid that the minute you let go, things will fall apart again.

Eventually you speak, “I love you so much, but I could never ask you to quit your job,” you sigh. “You’d be so unhappy and I’d hate myself for making you unhappy.”

Luke nods, he’s grateful that you understood, but he desperately needed to clarify things. “You don’t come second to my job, baby. Not even close, okay?”

You nod into his chest, but he senses that you don’t quite believe him. He pulls you away and holds you out in front of him, making sure you understand.

“If I quit the BAU, yeah- I’d miss it. Eventually though, I’d move on and find something else. But if I lost you--” Luke shakes his head, like the thought alone is too unbearable. “I don’t know if I’d ever be able to be happy again. You come first, okay? Always.”

You give Luke the best attempt at a smile that you can come up with, enough to show him that you appreciate his gesture. It was nice knowing how much Luke cared for you.

Luke hugs you again, squeezing like he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go. You squeeze back, hugging him back as tightly as you could.

When you finally pull away, you look up at him and ask, “How did your case end?”

Luke shrugs, “Not sure- the team’s still working it in LA. They said they’d keep me updated.”

You narrow your eyes at him, confused. “What? You left before it was solved?”

Luke nods, his voice nonchalant, like it was no big deal. “Yeah, well,” he sighs. “Someone more important came up.”

And in that moment, on top of admiration and love and endearment, you felt hopeful. Hopeful for the first time in a long time, because even though things between you and Luke were far from perfect, you loved him and he loved you and that was worth fighting for.

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everybodyscupoftea · 3 years

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i just wanna be with you

ole miss rafe x reader

freak snowstorm in your hometown keeps you trapped in the airport

future fic!!!

(warnings: cursing, no editing)

It hardly ever snowed in your hometown, like you couldn’t even remember the last time there was a white Christmas, you were that young. So of course, the year you and Rafe decided to fly there for Christmas, it snowed. Hard.

The flight was early on Christmas Day, you and Rafe left your apartment at 3 a.m. to get to the Jackson airport and through the busy airport for your flight at 6:30. He made the coffee and you loaded the car, both sleepy.

Rafe picked the music, playing his hype playlist softly to stay awake while you dozed in and out of sleep in the passenger seat. There was no one on the road until you got closer to the airport.

“Babe,” he called out softly, “almost there.”

You picked your head up and saw the parking garages coming up in the distance, so you sat up and started putting your shoes back on and gathering your stuff. When he parked and got a tag, you followed after him carrying your duffle bag in one hand, his hand clasped in your other.

He’d made good time, and the airport was still fairly quiet. Your gate was far from the entrance you’d parked near, so the two of you speedwalked, still sipping the to-go cups of coffee Rafe made at home.

You’d just made it to security when you drank the last bit, and both of you threw the cups away before walking through. They let you through pretty quickly, and you were back on your way, this time him carrying both duffle bags while you handled the booksacks.

“You know,” Rafe spoke for the first time since getting out of the car, “I haven’t been at an airport in years.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I thought your family was rich. Even with a private plane you need an airport right?”

“Ward has an airstrip.”

“Holy shit.”

He laughed humorlessly, “Yeah.”

“Well, my parents usually drive, but I kinda hate it. I’d much rather just fly.”

“How long is the drive?” he asked.

“Seven hours.”

“Jesus Christ,” he whistled lowly, “they drive it every time?”

“My father prefers it.”

Rafe snorted, “Not for me.”

“Me neither.”

By the time the two of you reached your gate, there were a few people sitting around, phones and laptops plugged into various outlets. Rafe glanced around before finding two chairs alone and nodded, “Wanna sit over there?”

“Sure.”

He led you over and you leaned onto his shoulder. You could hear the smile in his voice when he asked, “Gonna take a nap?”

“Maybe.”

“You have about 45 minutes until it’s time to go.”

“Wake me up in 30,” you mumbled, breathing evening out.

It couldn’t have been 30 minutes when he shook you awake. Blinking at him, confused, glanced at your watch. He was frowning, “Flight’s delayed.”

“Huh?”

“It’s snowing at the other airport pretty bad. And it’s supposed to be just as bad when we land.”

“Did they say when we could go?”

“It’s supposed to clear up after like an hour and a half or so.”

“So we’re delayed that long?”

He sighed and nodded, “I’m afraid so, sorry sweetheart.”

“It’s okay, nothing we can do. I’ll call my mom.”

Rafe frowned, “Want me to? Since it’s technically my fault.”

“What? You control the weather now? Kinda sick.”

“No,” he laughed softly, “we had to wait so long so that I could finish at work.”

“Rafe, there literally hasn’t been snow there in years. There was no way you could’ve predicted this, surely you don’t actually think you’re at fault.”

With an embarrassed shrug, you realized that he actually did. Before you could say anything, he told you, “You were ready to leave like a week ago. You should’ve just gone.”

“To leave you to fly alone when I know you don’t like it the most.”

“I’m a big boy.”

“I know,” you sassed, “but I want to be there for you.”

“Well,” he paused, “you are. And I’m sorry this isn’t working out.”

You shrugged, “Shit happens. Guess it isn’t meant to be.”

He suddenly looked determined, “It is. We’ll get there even if we have to change flights and rent a car and drive.”

“Babe, neither of us knows how to drive in snow,” you reminded him with a laugh.

“We’ll figure it out,” he told you, standing to go to the ticket counter. Before he could walk away, you grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back with a laugh.

“I promise it’s okay. Even if we spend most of Christmas at this stupid airport, at least I’m spending it with you.”

“That’s,” he sighed, “like I’m glad you aren’t mad at me, but that’s not fair to you.”

“To us,” you corrected, “you’re also missing Christmas with your family.”

Rafe’s eyes widened and his lips pressed together. You weren’t entirely sure what emotions were crossing his face, but they looked good. Complicated, but positive.

You let him work through it quietly, holding his hand, and eventually, he spoke up, “I guess you’re right.”

“No need to guess,” you told him cheerfully, dialing your mom’s number. She didn’t answer.

There was no progress an hour later, and you were starting to wake up finally. Rafe, on the other hand, was fading fast. His head kept drooping, falling onto your shoulder before jerking back up.

You reached up to run a hand through his hair and he pushed into it. With a smile, you scratched his scalp and he sighed quietly, eyes shutting fully. Finals week and grading had tired your poor boyfriend out completely, so you deep down hoped the flight would stay delayed so he could get some sleep.

He slept for an hour and a half, no progress made, though the gate across from you had emptied and filled twice in the time yours had stayed packed. There were people stretched out across the floor, and the flight attendants were even starting to look a little squirmy.

Rafe jolted up, forehead clipping your chin, and hissed, rubbing over his forehead with a confused look on his face. You laughed, holding your chin, “Good morning, handsome.”

“Hey,” he answered, smiling sleepily.

“How was your nap?”

With a hum, he answered, “Good. What time is it?”

“9:00.”

His eyebrows shot up, “And we’re still not on a plane, huh?”

“We are not. Are you hungry?”

“Hmm,” he tapped his chin, “a little bit, yeah.”

“There’s a sandwich place a little bit down. If you’ll save seats I’ll go grab us each one?”

Rafe nodded and reached for his back pocket to get his wallet. You waved it away and he frowned, “Why not?”

“I can pay.”

“But I want to pay,” he argued.

Rolling your eyes, you bent down and kissed his forehead, “Let it be part of your Christmas gift.” And before he could answer, you were gone. The stand had breakfast sandwiches and coffee, so you bought two of each.

Rafe had stretched out when you left, his legs taking up your seat so no one would sit down. You snorted and he grinned, “Saved your seat.”

“You couldn’t have just put my booksack on it?”

“Someone could move the booksack, moving my legs is a lot more difficult.”

You hummed, playing along, “They are pretty hairy, I wouldn’t touch them either.”

Rafe smirked, “You sure about that?”

Shoving the sandwich in his face, you nudged his legs away and sat back down. Rafe took it and one of the coffees. The two of you started eating in silence until he made a noise to get your attention, “Did your mom ever call you back?”

“Nope,” you popped the p.

“So she thinks we’re in the air right now?”

“Most likely.”

“Rough. Hopefully she hears my message before dad drives to the airport to pick us up.”

Another hour passed, and your mom answered finally. She sounded frustrated, and you felt bad, but there wasn’t much you could do. Rafe also felt bad, he’d gone kinda quiet, and you felt extra bad.

“It’s going to be fine,” you reassured, squeezing his hand.

“We still have a four hour flight, babe.”

“Yeah, but we’re going back, it’s only like 8 there, so it’ll be fine!”

Rafe unclenched his jaw, “I guess you’re right.”

You shook your head, “What’s up with all this guessing today?”

He snorted, and pushed your head away, “Yeah yeah, leave me alone.”

Right as you started to respond, a very relieved-sounding flight attendant announced that the plane was ready to board. Rafe hopped up and held his hand out to help you up. He grabbed both of your bags, “If you go throw the trash away, I’ll go get in line.”

Texting your mom that the plane was finally boarding, you threw the cups and wrappers away before joining Rafe in line. Even when the plane was full, they still didn’t have a takeoff time, so you settled in, looking out the window next to you.

Rafe sighed and you turned, “What’s up now?”

“This is all going wrong.”

“I mean it’s not that big of a deal.”

Shutting his eyes, he told you, “It is. I had plans.”

“Plans?”

“Yes.”

You waited a few seconds for him to elaborate, and when he didn’t, you nudged him with your elbow, “Plans?”

“I said yes.”

He was smirking, and you rolled your eyes with a huff, “Stop messing with me, Cameron.”

“Never.”

“Bro,” you groaned, “why can’t you just tell me.”

“Bro, I’m not ruining this for myself.”

“Ruining what?”

He shrugged, “Christmas.”

“Ah yes, Rafe Cameron who notoriously controls the weather, ruins Christmas for us all.”

Rolling his eyes, Rafe chose not to respond, and pulled a book out of his booksack.

“Oh are you ignoring me now?” you asked, poking him.

“Until the caffeine wears off, I’m ignoring you.”

“Rude.”

“You’re rude.”

The lady on the other side of Rafe sighed loudly, ending your giggling and Rafe elbowing you. Biting your lip to hold in your laughs, you grabbed his hand when he tried to poke your side where you were ticklish.

“Asshole,” you whispered, holding his hand as tightly as possible while he fought against you.

“Me? Never,” he answered, shaking his hand free and poking you in the side.

You arched away, whacking your head on the wall next to you. With a groan, you rubbed your forehead, “Fucking ouch.”

He laughed, reaching forward to grab your head, “Watch it, don’t want to give yourself a concussion. Then you’ll be ruining Christmas too.”

“Neither of us are ruining Christmas.”

“Ruining my Christmas,” he responded cryptically.

You tried, “All I want for Christmas is you?”

“No, Mariah. You want to see your family.” You opened your mouth, and he cut you off, “And don’t say you’re my family, I know that, but the rest of your family.”

“Well,” you answered weakly, “as long as you know.”

“Was trying to make it more official,” he muttered, but you heard him.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Something,” you argued back.

He mimed zipping his lips, and you sighed, “Fine, be that way.”

“I will.”

And before you could say anything else, the flight attendant came over the speaker and started the pre-flight spiel. You sighed in relief, sending your mom a quick text that you were finally about to take off.

By the time the plane took off, you’d forgotten about Rafe’s weird behavior. Happy to finally be flying and not sitting in an airport.

day 19 of @obxmermaid‘s holiday challenge: delayed flight

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cali-holland · 4 years

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Promises- Harrison Osterfield One Shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Prompt: You’re out of town for Harrison’s birthday, and nothing upsets him more than knowing he can’t be with you on his special day, but little does he know that you and Tom devised a little surprise.

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: idk probably some swearing, alcohol mentions, lil bit angsty

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Harrison let out a small sigh as he stretched his hands and slipped on a couple of his rings, finishing his look for tonight. He scanned over himself in the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of his button-up. He rolled them up to his elbows because you had told him that you loved it when guys- a.k.a. when he- would do that.

Not that that matters much since you couldn’t actually be there tonight. He let out another sigh, pouting at the nagging reminder.

His phone began to ring from his bed and he darted across the room, picking up the call without even looking to see who was calling.

“Hello?” He asked eagerly.

“I’ve been trying to reach you all day!” His mother scolded. Harrison bit back a groan; the only voice he wanted to hear over the phone right now was yours.

“You called me this morning.” He replied, before quickly adding, “I’m not complaining though. How are you, mum?”

“Am I not allowed to call my son twice on his birthday?” She questioned with a laugh, which made him chuckle in return. “I was going to ask if you’d heard from Y/N today yet.”

“No, but she’s been busy filming today.” Harrison defended you. You’d been away filming a new show in LA for the past few weeks, and, while it sucked for Harrison to not have his own girlfriend of nearly two years there for his birthday, he knew you were incredibly busy.

Before his mother could respond, his phone started to vibrate in his hands, informing him of an incoming call. A bright smile made its way onto his face as he saw your picture flashing over the screen.

“Gotta go, love you! Bye mum!” He quickly hung up the phone and answered your call.

“Happy birthday, Haz!” You exclaimed, cheerfully.

“Thank you, darling. I’ve missed you today.” Harrison answered, feeling a twinge of sadness strike his heart as he once again remembered just how far away you were from him.

“I miss you too, baby.” You replied, just as sadly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be home before you know it.”

“I’m counting down the days.” His eyes flickered over to the calendar by his door, your return date circled with a red pen. To say he was missing you and excited to reunite with you was a massive understatement. “How’s LA?”

“It’s,” You trailed off momentarily, “LA. Hot, kinda gross, but hey there’s good food.”

“You’ll have to show me all the best spots when I come visit you.” He said, pulling up his laptop to look at flights out there.

“When? I didn’t know you were coming out.” Your voice sounded scared for a moment, but Harrison assumed you were just distracted.

“Well, I’m not, but I want to.” He laughed lightly, but still frowned as he looked at the flights. Every flight from Heathrow to LAX was fully booked for the next few days- damn Americans trying to celebrate their own holiday this weekend.

“Why don’t we figure that out later? You’ve got a big night ahead of you, Mr. 24.” You teased, effectively changing the topic.

“God, I hope not. I specifically asked for a small party.” He laughed just at the thought of his party last year. It was anything but an intimate get together with friends and it got incredibly out of hand; Harrison, you, and most attendees didn’t remember a good part of that night. He certainly started 23 off with a bang.

“I have to go, but you have fun tonight, alright? I love you, Haz.” You said, a quiet sigh escaping your lips.

“I love you, too, Y/N.” And then the line went dead and he was brought back to the reality that was his birthday- time to celebrate alone in a crowded room.

The moment you hung up the phone, you dialed Tom’s number. As it rang, you fidgeted with the baseball cap on your head, pulling it down further.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a plane right now?” Tom asked immediately, a humorous tone hidden underneath his question.

“It got delayed.” You sighed, looking up at the board of flights. It seemed to be mocking you as the flight to Heathrow just kept getting pushed back.

“Really? How long?”

“I was supposed to leave an hour ago, but now they’ve pushed it back to 9.” You explained. You looked down at your watch and adjusted the blue neck pillow that you’d stolen from Harrison. This is what you get for thinking you could catch a quick break back home. When your schedule cleared up for the next few days, you jumped at the opportunity to fly home- the first available flight to London wasn’t supposed to land until the night Harrison’s birthday (a.k.a. right now), but now you’re just stuck in your Barcelona layover until the plane’s ready to go.

“So you’ll get here at like midnight? We’ll probably still be up.” He reassured you, “He’ll be so happy to see you, even if you don’t get here on time for his actual birthday.”

“I know, I just wanted to surprise him at the party. He already knows you’ve thrown a big one.” You laughed.

“If he’s gonna complain about my parties, then he can throw his own- and I’ll throw my own birthday party.” He huffed jokingly. He and Harrison had a thing going for the past few years where they’d plan each other’s birthday parties, just because they were both shit at planning stuff for themselves. If it wasn’t for Tom throwing Harrison a birthday party three years ago though, you and Harrison may have never met, so Tom made sure neither of you forgot that.

“Just make sure he’s fine until I get there. Make him actually enjoy the party.” You told him.

“So, set him up with a stranger?” Tom joked, and you scoffed.

“You’re the worst.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll see you in a few hours.” You replied.

“Just let me know when you take off and land.” He requested.

“Will do.” You hung up the phone and let out a small groan. It was going to be a long night for you. You looked down at the small silver promise ring on your right hand and trailed over it. It was a thin band with just a small heart in the middle; Harrison had given it to you for your first anniversary, promising to love you forever and to be there for you no matter what- and now you felt like the world was keeping you from being with him.

~~~

When Harrison got to the party venue, his suspicions were confirmed- it was another large party. He drank a little bit, nothing more than a couple rounds of shots and a beer or two; it was enough to get him buzzed, but not enough to make him elated. He was trying to play it off though, claiming he wasn’t in the drinking mood as his friends all got drunk around him.

“What’s up with you tonight?” A drunken Harry asked him, throwing an arm around his nearly sober friend’s shoulder.

“Just tired.” Harrison tried to shrug it off, but his friends knew better.

“It’s your birthday! Live it up!” His enthusiastic words came out slurred.

“He misses his girl.” Tom announced, and a blush spread over Harrison’s cheeks.

“She’s got you so whipped.” Tuwaine snickered.

“Shove off.” Harrison grumbled, running a hand through his hair and taking a drink of the beer he’d been nursing. He let out a yawn and looked at the clock, 12:01. His birthday was over, and he could justify leaving now. “Okay, I’m going to head out.”

“Wait, you can’t.” Tom said, trying to discreetly look at his phone as the others protested Harrison’s departure.

“I really appreciate tonight. I had a good time, but I just want to go home now, okay? You lot drink up for me.” He stood up, doing his best to sound cheerful.

“No, no, you can’t leave.” Tom insisted.

“Why not?” Harrison questioned. He watched as his friend’s jaw slackened and he had no response. Laughing in confusion, he brushed it off, “I’ll see you all at home.”

And with that, Harrison left, quickly getting himself a cab. Meanwhile, Tom texted you: ‘Change of plans: he went home, go there’.

When Harrison got home, the tiny amount of alcohol he had consumed was all but gone out of his system. He thought about calling you, but he knew you were busy, you were always busy. Just as he was about to tug off his shirt, he heard someone clearing their throat from the hallway. He jumped, turning to the doorway to see you smiling there with a couple bags of luggage.

“Oh, don’t stop on my part. I want the show.” You teased. Harrison rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You’re here.” He breathed out, pulling back to look at you.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” You smiled before kissing him. He tugged you closer to him as he backed up to the bed, his lips never leaving yours. He sat down and you effortlessly climbed into his lap.

“Happy late birthday.” You said softly against his lips.

“You’re the best birthday present.” He stated. He went to capture your lips with his once again, but you moved back.

“I want to give you your gift first.” You told him.

“Well, I won’t say no to that.” Harrison winked, his hands running underneath your shirt and he leaned in to kiss you again, his teeth nibbling on your lower lip. You pulled away, laughing.

“Not that, Haz.” You shook your head at him, getting off his lap. He pouted playfully at you while you went over to your suitcase. You held a little box wrapped in blue paper, “This is your birthday gift.”

“Darling, you didn’t have to.” He said quietly, scooting back on the bed until he was comfortably sitting against the headboard. You climbed over the bed, sitting in front of him eagerly.

“Well, it took me months to find you this gift so you better like it.” You jokingly threatened, but both of you knew it was also serious; you always went out of your way to get him the most thoughtful gifts, that’s what he loved about you. He took the box from you and playfully shook it near his ear. You slapped his arm scoldingly as you both laughed at his childish actions.

Slowly, Harrison unwrapped the gift to reveal a standard, black ring box. He opened up the box and stared at the silver ring nestled in the middle with an unreadable expression. You felt your heart about to leap out of your chest, watching with bated breath as he slowly ran a finger over it. It was the inverse of your own promise ring, a thick band with a small heart taken out the middle.

“It took me a while to find a jeweller to make this, and I had to steal one of your rings to get the right size, but,” You trailed off, trying your best to read his face. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he took it out of the box to examine it further. “If you don’t like it, I can take it back. I just thought-“

“It’s a promise ring.” Harrison looked up from his new ring to the ring resting on your finger. With his free hand, he delicately slid your own promise ring off your finger and, smilingly, merged the two silver rings into one. He looked up at you with the most awestruck face, “Do you realize how incredible this is?”

“How incredible?” You teased, and he shook his head in disbelief, slipping your ring back on your finger and taking off one of his rings to put the new one on, both of you now sporting matching rings on the same fingers.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He rested a hand on your cheek, cupping it lightly as he leaned over to kiss you. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you, too.” You smiled, “But you haven’t let me promise anything yet.”

“Okay, okay, go for it.” He laughed, and you gently started to trace over the ring on his hand.

“Harrison, I promise to always love you, to always share the best moments with you, to always be there for birthdays, and to always be yours.” You barely got the last word out before he kissed you again. It was by far his favorite birthday (or well morning after) yet, and it was all because of you and a couple promise rings.

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leiasfanaccount648 · 3 years

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Scene Out of Hallmark

Keiji Akaashi x Fem!Reader

Summary: Travelling during the holidays is extremely difficult between people working and getting home in time to be with family friends. It’s another story however when you end up getting snowed in at an airport with an insanely gorgeous man.

Warnings/Contains: Fluff, slow burn(?), reader has an iPhone and airpods (sorry to samsung/android users lol).

Word Count: 2635

“Attention passengers, we are terribly sorry to announce, but all flights this evening have been delayed until further notice due to weather. For more information about your personal flight and when it will likely be rebooked, please see the attendants at your gate. Thank you.”

“Are you kidding?”

Keiji sighed as he looked at his phone, checking the time; 19:28. His flight was scheduled for 20:45, but now he was stuck at the airport for god knew how long. It was December 22nd, no doubt one of the busiest travel days of the holiday season much less of the year. He was trying to fly back home to Tokyo to see his friends and family for the holidays, but now he was worried that his plans might be foiled depending on how long the weather decided to last.

He looked around the gate for his flight, seeing some people staying in their seats while others left the area, most likely to get food or check on their flight for when a possible reschedule would be. Knowing that he couldn’t leave the airport since he had luggage on the plane, Keiji leaned back in his seat to try and relax. Yes, he was upset that he wouldn’t get to be home as soon as he liked, but he couldn’t do anything about it now.

About an hour later, Keiji sighed as his phone notified him that it was low on battery. He reached into his bag to pull out his phone charger, but felt his heart drop when he didn’t feel the wire where he usually kept it. He tried to think back to where he might have put it, only to realize that he packed it in his suitcase along with the gifts he had bought for his family and friends.

Keiji sighed, annoyed with himself and the fact that he’d most likely have to buy an overpriced one from the airport; he looked up from his bag after he set it back down by his feet, only to see a girl in the row of seats across from him who appeared to be around his age staring right back at him.

Two hours earlier

“Are you serious? I just checked my luggage, too!”

(Y/N) groaned as she stopped walking towards her gate. She pulled out her phone, opening up her contacts before clicking on one while walking off to the side to avoid being in someone’s way. She adjusted the airpods in her ears before pocketing her phone as she called the person pulled up on her phone. She leaned back against the wall and set her carry-on bag down, watching people walk to and from the gates in the long stretch of hallway as she waited for the person to answer. Sadly, she heard the automatic voicemail begin to play, making (Y/N) shake her head before leaving one.

“Hey, it’s me. I’m sorry, but all the flights in the airport have been delayed due to the snow storm that’s coming in. I know that I need to meet with the publisher on the 24th, but I’m not sure I can make it if they don’t reschedule the flights in time.” She sighed, moving her hair out of her face. “I’ll let you know when I get told of when my flight will be. If they end up needing to reschedule the meeting, please inform me. I don’t want a repeat of last time.”

(Y/N) paused as she briefly thought back to her last meeting with a publishing company where they had to reschedule her, but she wasn’t told of it by her friend that was helping her try and get her name out there by scheduling such appointments for her. Of course, she didn’t want to think about that possibly happening again.

“Anyway, I’m going to stay at the airport in the meantime; again, I’ll keep you updated. Bye.” (Y/N) took her phone out of her pocket, ending the voicemail and hoping that her friend would receive it soon and inform her of any changes.

“Alright,” she grabbed her carry-on bag, “now where’s gate B7?”

An hour later, (Y/N) made it to her gate after accidentally going to the wrong side of the airport. She sighed as she sat down, relieved to at least be at the right gate. She took note of how empty the area seemed, figuring that some people had decided to try and check into one of the hotels near the airport if they didn’t have any luggage to check or wanted to get some food and were waiting in one of the long lines she had passed while walking through the airport.

(Y/N) didn’t bother thinking about it longer than she had to, simply taking out her airpods so they could charge and pulling out a book from her carry-on bag to read. Her thoughts immediately changed from trying to figure out what was going to happen next in the book however when she heard someone sigh. Out of instinct, she glanced up at the sound to see a fairly attractive man sitting across from her, who was also, now, looking at her.

The two locked eyes for a moment before Keiji coughed to break the silence. “Sorry to bother you, but do you have an iPhone charger I could borrow by any chance?”

(Y/N) opened her mouth, hesitating for a moment before actually saying anything to him. “Yeah, o-of course.” She smiled sincerely, mentally screaming at herself to ‘get it together’ and just ‘be nice to the guy’ as she rummaged through her bag to grab her phone charger. She couldn’t deny that he was crazy attractive, and appeared to be booked for the same flight as hers, but he was just a guy, and a complete stranger at that. However, she was most likely never going to see this man again, so why not try and shoot her shot?

She handed him the charger, meeting his gaze once again. “Here.”

“Thank you.” Keiji smiled back at her, appreciative of the fact that she was nice enough to let him borrow it. He plugged the cell block into the outlet under his seat before plugging the other end into his phone, letting out a small sigh of relief as he saw his screen light up saying that it was currently at 17% and charging.

“So,” (Y/N) zipped up her bag, “were you flying to Tokyo, too?”

Keiji looked back at the girl, part of him shocked that she continued their conversation while the other part of him was a little relieved that he didn’t have to force any small talk between the two of them. He nodded at her question before answering.

“Yeah, I was. I had friends and family to see.” He smiled to himself at the thought of Tetsurou messing with him for ‘being late’ and/or making him and Kenma ‘deal with Koutarou’ for longer than planned, even though he knew that they all cared for each other dearly. He looked back up at her, holding his hands in his lap and playing with his fingers out of habit. “I can only assume you’re doing the same?”

(Y/N) let out a laugh, shaking her head. “No, sadly,” she smiled, “I’m stuck with the cliche work on Christmas Eve.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear.”

“It’s alright, it’s not that important. I just hope they reschedule if I can’t make it in time.” (Y/N) glanced down at her phone screen as she felt it vibrate, only to see a notification saying that the snow storm that was passing through the area would be lasting nearly all night. She frowned, hoping to see a message from either her friend or the publisher, but luck appeared to not be on her side.

Keiji nodded, understanding how she felt as he’d had his fair share of work related meetings in which he’d encounter issues with. His eyes widened slightly as he was brought back into the conversation as she spoke up again.

“Oh, sorry,” (Y/N) laughed softly, shaking her head. “I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“Keiji,” he smiled. “Nice to meet you.”

“You as well.” (Y/N) reached her arms up and behind her, stretching them for a moment before bringing them back down to rest in her lap. “It looks like we’re going to be here for awhile.” She looked out the stretch of windows that showed the runways along with some of the planes by a couple gates both nearby and at other parts of the airport. It was dark out, but the lights and the snow falling heavily gave the outside enough light for everything to be seen easier.

Keiji looked out the window as well, taking a moment to enjoy the sight. He may not have been home, but falling snow was one of his favorite things ever since he was a kid. For a moment, he had even forgotten that his flight got delayed and may not get to fly home for another day or two.

“What’cha wanna do?”

Once again, (Y/N) pulled him out of his thoughts.

She was smiling, as though she was waiting for him to be confused or weirded out by her words and not take offense to it. Keiji simply stared at her, not sure how to answer her question.

“Pardon?”

(Y/N) closed her book and shrugged, glancing to the side and watching a couple people walk by their gate. “I mean, we have nothing else better to do than wait for our flight.”

“Then what do you suppose we do?”

“Um,” (Y/N) thought for a moment, her leg bouncing up and down. “It’s a bit cliche, but how about 20 questions?”

Keiji stared at her for a moment, almost making (Y/N) worried that she had weirded him out by being so outgoing towards a stranger. What she did know though was that he had been in much crazier if not weirder conversations with his friends from high school; so, why not humor her?

“Sure,” he smiled, crossing his legs and his arms as he leaned back in his seat. “Why don’t you start?”

(Y/N) felt her stomach flip at the look Keiji was giving her, making her smile shyly and glance to the side once again. She tried to ignore the slight heat in her cheeks as she came up with a question. “Alright, uh, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m an editor for Shonen Jump.”

“Really? That’s so cool.”

Keiji sighed and adjusted his glasses. “I guess. I’m hoping to work more in the literature side of things soon.” (Y/N) nodded, understanding; she probably would prefer to be editing in that genre as well. “Anyway, um,” he looked down at the floor trying to come up with a question. “What kind of work are you travelling for?”

“Actually, I’m trying to get my first book published, so I was going to meet with the company.”

“Which one?”

“Wandering Works Publishing.”

Keiji smiled, as if he knew the company personally. “That one is pretty reputable. How did you get a meeting with them?”

(Y/N) held back a sigh, instead letting out a long breath while she spoke. “My friend has been trying to help me get the book published, so she’s the one who’s scheduled everything.” She glanced back out the window, watching the snowfall before looking back at Keiji. “Anyway, why did you choose to go into the same field?” She chuckled to herself.

Keiji shrugged, dropping his hands to rest in his lap; out of habit, he began to play with his fingers. “I always liked literature and analyzing complicated texts in high school; so I thought why not try and help in the process of making more of them.”

(Y/N) smiled at his reasoning. “What high school did you go to?” “I believe it’s my turn to ask a question, darling.” Keiji chuckled softly, his smile nearing a smirk as he looked up at (Y/N).

The two continued to ask questions back and forth, eventually forgetting about the game that (Y/N) originally suggested. Keiji learned how the book she was trying to get published was the first of a three part series she had been writing since high school and had been in the process of publishing for almost a year now. Meanwhile (Y/N) learned how Keiji used to play volleyball in high school on one of the best teams in the country, and that one of the friends he was visiting was now a professional player.

Time seemed to pass so quickly that neither of them seemed to notice how quiet the rest of the airport had become. (Y/N) had even moved to sit next to him so that they could talk to one another better.

While Keiji read over the first chapter of her book on her laptop, (Y/N) looked back out the window to see how the planes and runways were holding up due to the snow storm. Her eyes widened at the site. “Wow, it’s really coming down,” Keiji glanced over at (Y/N) before looking out the window as well, also shocked at how much snow that had fallen in the past couple of hours. “Hopefully it stops so we can get on our flight sooner.” He looked back at (Y/N)’s laptop, looking in the corner to read the time, 23:13. “They haven’t given us any update on it in the last two hours, either.”

(Y/N) leaned back in her seat. “I doubt it’ll be anytime soon with the amount that’s already on the ground.” She yawned, frowning and starting to get more worried since she was most likely not going to make her meeting.

After a moment of silence, Keiji spoke up to break the silence, as though he could sense her worry and uneasiness. “The first chapter is good by the way. I hope you get it published soon so I can get a first edition copy.” He smiled and handed back her laptop.

(Y/N) smiled, unable to stop the blush on her cheeks as she heard his compliment. “Thank you, that means a lot to me.” She closed her laptop and began putting it back in her bag. “Maybe I can give you the honor of owning a signed copy.”

“I would like that.” Keiji smiled at her, taking in her appearance while she wasn’t looking at him. He couldn’t deny that she was beautiful, and a great conversationalist, but he wasn’t sure if making a move out of nowhere would be the best idea given the fact that he couldn’t really evade her if things went south.

(Y/N) looked back at him after closing her bag, staring right back at the man beside her. Neither said anything for a few moments before clearing her throat and looking away, although it was evident that she was smiling to herself, or Keiji might even say she was flustered. So, he decided, why not go for it?

“Listen, um,” he glanced down at his hands as he began playing with his fingers again before looking back up at (Y/N). “Since we’re likely going to be here awhile, would you maybe like to get a coffee or something?”

(Y/N) met his gaze once again, obviously taking in his words before smiling wide; she nodded. “I would like that.”

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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Escapee (Part Two and End)

From here.

This has been on my WIP list far too long for a tiny short, so I’ve finished it off and am now dumping it here and running. Quality is questionable. 2267 words.

I’ve posted this piece of art with it because screenshots lack hugs. I need to draw more hugs :D

I hope you enjoy it ::hugs you all::

-o-o-o-

Virgil woke with a headache and a foul taste in his mouth.

The obvious smells of the infirmary alerted him to where he was, and even this deep in the mountain, he could hear the storm still raging outside.

He groaned. Damned cyclone. Two was going to need a full overhaul after that landing.

Landing.

Memory tracked him approaching Tracy Island, desperate to get home before the cyclone hit, but sure that Two could handle the conditions. After all, she had tackled much worse on many an occasion.

But there was a blank. He didn’t remember landing and all his memory could supply was a jumbled mess of terror.

“Scott!” He sat straight up in bed, his heart suddenly racing, thudding in his chest, absolutely terrified. What had happened to his brothers?

Hands grabbed him and, for a split second, that fear multiplied as he realised his own hands were tied down and he couldn’t free them.

“Virgil! You’re safe. You’re home. You’re safe.” Scott’s voice, panicked and desperate. A pair of worried blue eyes and Virgil latched onto them. A moment of stillness, recognition. He was in the infirmary. Scott had him. He was okay.

God, his head hurt.

“Scott?”

A tentative hopeful smile. “You with me, Virg?”

“Uh, yeah.” He pulled at his arms, looking down to find his wrists strapped with medical restraints. His left arm was swathed in bandages and was complaining. A frown. “What happened?”

Scott stepped back a little, but his hands didn’t leave Virgil’s shoulders. “You had a bit of a rough landing. Two did her best, but you got a bit shook up.”

Landing.

He searched his memory. Still nothing. No specifics, just a haze. But this wasn’t the first time he had hit his head...because he had obviously hit his head because he couldn’t remember the incident. “What’s the damage?”

“You have some electrical burns and bruising.”

“Not me, Thunderbird Two!”

His brother’s shoulders dropped and he sat back, rolling his eyes just a little. His brother radiated such a sense of relief. “Virg...” But there was a hitch in Scott’s voice. “Two is fine. A bit of strain to her superstructure, one wheel had to be replaced. Brains was concerned about her electrical systems, but he said it was mostly a replace and patch up job. He’s already repaired the dash.”

“The dash?!” What the hell happened?

“Hey, relax. She’s good. As far as we can tell it was a freak accident. A combination of lightning and a shielding failure. You hit the runway hard and an electrical arc took out you and half the dash.”

Virgil stared at his brother. “Are you sure she’s okay?”

Scott frowned at him, all humour gone. “Virgil, I don’t care about Two. I only care about you. It was...close. You scared us.”

Virgil blinked, the terror making a sudden return, swirling in the back of his mind. “What happened?”

Scott sighed. “You’re okay, just as much as your ‘bird. Grandma knows what she is doing.”

Another blink. “Grandma? Where is she?” He looked around the room as if expecting her to suddenly pop out of the shadows.

“She’s resting.”

Another thought hit him. “Gordon! Where’s Gordon?”

Scott frowned at him. “Gordon’s fine.”

“But the Landing...” He trailed off. His memory refused to supply the information he needed. There was something about Gordon. Gordon getting hurt.

“He wasn’t on Two. You were alone. You were coming back from Beijing. You were delayed with another rescue in the Phillipines and it messed up your flight plan proper. Gordon was fishing a boat full of whale watchers out of the drink in Tonga.”

Virgil just stared at him.

Scott’s frown deepened. “Gordon, travelled back under the edges of the cyclone. Made it back a couple of hours before you.” The hands on his shoulders squeezed gently. “Virg, what is it?”

“Why am I strapped down?” The fear was becoming a physical thing. His memory was blank, but something had happened. His neurons may not have recorded the information, but his body was on edge. Something other than falling out of the sky.

It hit him like a slap to the face as the facts all came together. The strain on Scott’s face, the fear in his own heart, the restraints, the memory loss... Quiet words echoing the terror welling inside. “What did I do?”

Scott’s stiffening gave it all away. The flicker of fear in his brother’s eyes that echoed Virgil’s own.

“Scott, what did I do?!”

“You were medicated. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Scott!” Why the hell didn’t he just tell him?

The door slipped open and a strawberry blond head poked through. “Virg! You’re awake!” Gordon bounded into the room, a grinning Alan following him in.

The aquanaut thumbed his comms. “John, he’s awake.”

The FAB at the other end of the line was curt, but a moment later his tall and lanky brother slipped in behind them.

Virgil stared, his aching head not quite able to keep up with the sudden change in audience.

Alan had his left arm in a sling. When had that happened? Again, his memory refused to supply the requested information. He resisted the urge to swear.

“Will someone please tell me what happened?” He was almost embarrassed by the desperate plea in his voice...almost.

All four brothers froze, three of them turning to Scott as if awaiting direction. Virgil looked from one to the other and back again. “Guys?!” He rattled the restraints like that guy out of Dicken’s ‘A Christmas Carol’ rattled his chains.

And immediately regretted it when Alan’s eyes latched onto them. The expression on his littlest brother’s face flashed worry.

“Allie?”

Alan startled and Virgil’s already thudding heart upped its pace another notch as clues began to slot together.

“Allie, how did you break your arm?” No, please, no.

“Virgil-“

“Scott!” He glared at his brother before turning back to Alan. “Are you okay?”

The worry on Alan’s face vanished and he shrugged as if the sling was nothing. “I’m cool. You’re the one we’re worried about.” He strode up to the end of Virgil’s bed and dumped himself on it. “Are you feeling better?”

There was so much hope in those blue eyes.

Virgil blinked. He really wished his head would stop hurting.

Enunciated very clearly. “Can someone please tell me what happened?” An unsteady breath as his eyes latched onto Alan again. “Did I hurt you?”

The restraints bit at his wrists as he clenched his fists.

Alan’s eyes darted to Virgil’s hands in echo of that earlier flash of emotion before his little brother threw up the same cheerful façade he did during rescues.

Virgil’s heart broke.

Alan reached out, a soft smile on his face as his fingers landed on Virgil’s leg, the bed covers relaying his little brother’s touch. “I’m good, Virg. You didn’t know what you were doing.”

“I hurt you.” The words scraped past his larynx as Virgil’s eyes latched onto the sling holding his little brother’s arm safe.

Alan waved it away. “Eh, you just proved a point. I need to spend some more time with Kayo.” He smiled just a little. “You know how to kick ass when you want to. Note taken. Don’t get in your way when you’re determined.” An impish grin. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

“I-“ He knew Alan meant well, but every word… he struggled against his restraints. He desperately wanted to reach out and hold his brother, reassure himself, provide comfort, but…his chains rattled.

It was Gordon who acted. “Hey, Virg, it’s okay.” A hand on his shoulder for just a moment before his aquanaut brother was fiddling with the strap holding down Virgil’s arm. “I can see that hug machine grinding gears.”

Scott was fiddling with the fastenings on Virgil’s other wrist.

“No, not the hug machine!” It was comical on Alan’s part as he flailed dramatically at the end of the bed, but it was in such contrast to the distress in Virgil’s heart…

Then his hands were free and he was reaching for his little brother. “Allie!”

Perhaps he feared rejection in Alan’s eyes, but as the young astronaut flew into his arms without hesitation, Virgil was overwhelmed with a mixture of gratitude and love.

“It’s okay, Virg. I promise.” It was muffled into his shoulder.

Virgil only squeezed tighter, his left arm pulling at whatever he had done to it. Blond strands fluttered as he breathed into his brother’s hair.

“Sorry.” Hoarse.

“Is okay.” One thin arm tightened around him even tighter and it squeezed moisture out of his eyes.

He clung to his little brother for a long moment, but questions still needed answers.

As Alan eventually pulled away, blue eyes looked up at him and smiled. As far as Alan was concerned, he was obviously forgiven.

But Virgil didn’t think he could ever forgive himself.

And he still didn’t know what had happened. His eyes skipped to Scott, then Gordon and finally John.

John.

Virgil’s eyes narrowed as they focussed on his space brother. “Tell me.”

“Virg-“ Scott placed a hand on his arm again.

Virgil shook it off and kept his eyes on John. “Tell me!”

Aquamarine gauged him, flickered to Scott and back. “You had an adverse reaction to medication. Grandma tried a new combination as you weren’t responding well to your usual dose. It worked. However, an unforeseen side effect was paranoia. You fled the infirmary in what appears to be an escape attempt from the Island and headed down to Thunderbird Two.” John’s eyes were kind. “Alan got in your way. He claims you picked him up with one hand and threw him across the room. Hence the broken arm.”

Virgil turned to stare at his little brother who shrugged. “You were right. You can pick me up with one hand.”

Fingers tightened on Virgil’s arm, but he was beyond identifying who they belonged to as he turned back to John. Quietly. “There’s more.” It wasn’t a question.

John tilted his head a little. “Then Scott got in your way. You were determined that he was an enemy. Either the Chaos Crew or the Hood himself, because you blamed him for Gordon’s injuries earlier in the year.”

“John.” Scott’s tone was sharp.

The space monitor turned to the commander. “He needs to know.”

Virgil couldn’t take his eyes off his tall, red-headed brother. Those aquamarine eyes turned back to him. “You attacked Scott. Gordon took you out with a tranquilliser gun.”

Virgil stared. A lump in his throat welled up. “Thank you, John.”

His brother’s lips curled up into the faintest of smiles and he nodded once, but didn’t say anything further.

Virgil turned to Scott. “Are you okay?”

Eyes were rolled at him for his efforts. “As if you could take me your best day, Virg. Are you kidding me?” All smirking confidence.

Virgil raked his brother with his gaze, almost wishing he could medically scan him with his eyeballs.

He turned back to John. “Is he okay?”

A disgusted sound from Scott almost obliterated John’s smiling words. “He’s fine. Maybe a few bruises. That’s all.”

“John!”

John turned to Scott. “You want to try and hide medical issues from Virgil? He’ll worry himself sick and then find out anyway. Best to be upfront. For everyone’s health.”

Scott grunted and glared. “I’ll remind you of that next time you complain I’ve set Virgil on you for not sleeping.”

“That’s different.”

“Different how? Eos claimed it was a good thirty-six hours last time and you were hallucinating coffee.”

“I am old enough to make my own decisions.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“You can’t talk. You hid that bruised rib from him when you came back from San Fran two weeks ago.”

“John!”

“You’re lucky he punched you on the other side today.”

“John! For goodness sake!”

Virgil stared at both of them in shock as the ‘discussion’ blew up into a full-on argument over the bed. John stood with his arms crossed and his brow furrowed while Scott pointed fingers at him in punctuation.

Alan stared at the both of them, wide-eyed beside Virgil.

A nudge at Virgil’s other side snapped him out it.

“Both idiots, if you ask me.” Gordon was quietly grinning. He sat on the edge of the bed beside Virgil and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Can’t hide anything from you, anyway.”

A blink. The hug was weird and voluntary, but Virgil wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

However…

“You shot me.”

“Yep.” The grinning continued, but Gordon didn’t look at him, his eyes tracking the entertainment of space monitor versus commander as they bickered.

“Thank you.”

That did draw those amber brown eyes in his direction. “You’re welcome. Any time.”

Virgil’s left arm hurt and was stiff as hell, but he lifted it awkwardly and pulled his fish brother in as best he could. There was that odd compliance again as Gordon let him do it with no protest at all.

Gordon’s hair always smelled of chlorine. It was familiar and reassuring.

“You okay?”

That earned him a snort. “My only regret is I didn’t shoot you in the butt.”

“Gordon.”

His brother sobered a little. “Honest, Virg. I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me and...” Those eyes, so like his own, fixed him where he sat. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Virgil didn’t have an answer to that so just pulled him in closer.

“Do it again and it’s the butt. I’m taking pictures.”

Virgil closed his eyes and just held on tight.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fanart #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #alan tracy #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy

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wellimaginethat · 4 years

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Baby Mouse

Pairing: Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz x (female) Reader

Word Count: 1724

Author’s Note: I hope this is good and that I kept him in character because I’ve never written for him before (I adore him though)

Trigger Warning(s): Mention of pregnancy, anxiety/panic attack

Disclaimer: I don’t owe nor am I affiliated with any of the Chicago shows, I just like to play with the characters

Summary: Greg and Y/N have a six week old son and have been exhausted because of the new baby, so when Greg doesn’t show up on time to dinner on their first wedding anniversary, Y/N gets upset.

Y/N = Your Name

Y/SN = Your Son’s Name (because I suck at picking names)

You met Greg by complete accident. You weren’t even supposed to be in Chicago at the time but your flight had gotten delayed due to bad weather, and then cancelled all together, leaving you stranded in Chicago overnight.

He was at the airport because he had just gotten back from deployment and when he saw you crying, he had to see what was wrong and if he could help you.

When he sat down beside you, you were shocked and immediately looked up, wiping at your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” He asked you gently.

You sniffled and tried to force yourself to stop crying, there was no denying that this guy was a soldier because he was still wearing his fatigues, and you didn’t want him to think you were a baby. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered him, hating how weak your voice sounded.

He nudged your arm gently. “You don’t look too fine right now.”

You swallowed and waved your hand in the air dismissively. “I’m just being a baby.” You tried to shrug it off, but you could tell he wasn’t having it, and you sighed. “My flight got delayed until tomorrow, so I won’t be home in time for my baby niece’s first birthday and I’m just bummed out. I know I’m overreacting.” You tried to make it seem like it was nothing.

He just shook his head. “I’d be crying too if I was looking forward to something like that only to get it ripped away at the last second.” He spoke comfortingly.

You swallowed hard again and looked at him, trying to smile. “It’s just a bummer.” Again you tried to shrug it off.

“Why don’t you come have a drink with me and we’ll try to make your night better.” He stopped and a look of realization and embarrassment spread across his face. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You genuinely laughed at his embarrassment. “It’s okay.” You tried to assure him.

“Well at least I got you to laugh.” He smiled widely at you. “So what do you say? I’m meeting a buddy of mine at a local bar, you’re free to join us.”

You smiled some and nodded. “Yeah okay, I don’t really have anywhere else to be.” You stood up at the same time he did. “I’m Y/N, by the way.” Sticking out your hand to shake his.

He smiled at you. “I’m Greg, but my friends call me Mouse.” He told you, shaking your head.

You tilted your head in and looked at him curiously. “Why’s that?”

“Well my last name’s Gerwitz.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You laughed softly and nodded. “Now I get it.”

He nodded, smiling softly at you. “So, Y/N, shall we?” He offered his arm to you.

“Oh, a gentleman.” You smiled and linked your arm with his, walking with him out of the airport.

That night you fell completely head over heels in love with him and he did the same for you. You stayed the night with him and his friend, Jay, but didn’t sleep with either of them and they were complete gentlemen towards you, and the next day Greg went with you to the airport to see you off.

You had given him your number and a chaste kiss before running off to catch your flight, not sure if he’d call you or text you, and you were pleasantly surprised when your phone dinged right before you got seated and you saw that it was him.

Over the course of a year the two of you formed a mostly long distance relationship, visiting each other only a few times, which was probably a good thing to get used to since he was still actively enlisted and planned on going for another tour of duty. It marked a year and a day when he called you up and asked you to move to Chicago to be with him.

“I know it’s away from your family, and I know this is probably crazy, but I want you here.” He told you honestly, you could tell he had a few beers in him and that it just made him honest. You could hear Jay in the background trying to stop him, probably worried that Greg was about to scare you off.

“Greg.” You spoke softly, stepping a bit further from your family so you would have some privacy.

“I know it’s crazy.” He said again. “And I know I’m still enlisted and I have no idea if you want this to go further.”

You cut him off. “When?” You asked softly.

He stopped. “What?” He asked, shocked.

“When? When do you want me to move?” You asked him softly.

“Wait, you mean you want to?” He asked, sobering up quickly.

“Yeah.” You said softly. “Right now I’m just a waitress and I can do that anywhere, and I can finish my degree anywhere.” You explained in the same tone. “I love you and want to be with you.” You bit your lip.

“As soon as possible.” He answered you, his voice bubbling with excitement and you could practically see the goofy grin on his face.

“Okay.” You breathed out, excitement and nerves forming together and making you feel like you would explode.

That was nearly three years ago. And now you two were married and had a son together and it was your first wedding anniversary, so you wanted to do something special.

You had dinner all made and the table set fancy, and you laid Y/SN down to sleep, and for being only six weeks old he slept really well, while you got everything set up.

Greg was supposed to be home at six, and when six fifteen rolled around you were starting to get really sad.

Maybe it was from the lingering hormones from being pregnant in your system, or maybe it was because you weren’t getting quite enough sleep due to having an infant in the house that constantly needed attention and feedings, or maybe it was all of it, but you started to cry.

And not just a few tears, no you were full on sobbing when your husband walked in twenty minutes late.

The sight made him panic and he ran over to you, dropping the bouquet he bought for you on the coffee table. “Babe, honey, what’s wrong?” He asked worriedly as he knelt on the floor in front of you.

You looked up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “You’re late.” You told him sadly.

“Oh baby.” Greg said softly, moving to sit next to you and pull you into his arms.

“I was worried you forgot.” You cried.

You could feel him shake his head as he held you to his chest. “Never.” He spoke softly, gently stroking your hair. “I wanted to get you some flowers but most of the flower shops were closed.” He told you softly. “And then there was traffic.”

“You should’ve called.” You knew you were being unreasonable, it was only twenty minutes, but at that moment you didn’t care.

“I know.” Greg whispered softly against your hair, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry.”

You sniffled and looked up at him, your mascara smeared and your eyes red. “And now I look like a mess.”

“I think you look beautiful.” He said softly, running the pad of his thumb across your cheek to stop a stray tear. “Just like when we first met.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him and laugh softly. “I made dinner.”

“Smells good.” Greg told you with a smile.

“I hope it tastes good.” You stood up from the couch, already feeling better.

“I’m sure it will.” Greg told you as you led him to the kitchen, after he retrieved the flowers from the coffee table. “These are for you, by the way.”

You turned and gasped. “Oh, my favorite! They’re beautiful.” You said softly, smiling as you kissed him. “Sorry I was overdramatic.”

Greg smiled at you and shook his head. “Don’t be.” He said softly, arms wrapping around your waist.

“I need to put these in some water.” You held up the flowers in between the two of you.

He took them out of your hands and set them on the table. “In a minute.” He replied before his lips found yours again.

Your moment was interrupted when Y/SN started crying from his bassinet in the living room, you pulled away.

“I got him.” Greg said softly, pecking your lips before moving to the living room.

You smiled softly at his retreating form before turning and plucking the flowers up, going to find a vase and get them in some water. After that was done, you set them on the table as a centerpiece before going into the living room. You were met with the sight of your husband holding your son, giving him a bottle and gently bouncing with him as he did, moving about the living room. You took your phone out and snapped a picture before going into the room more. “You’re so good with him.” You spoke softly, love in your eyes. “Such a good dad.”

Greg smiled happily at you, his eyes darting between you and the baby in his arms. “Can’t say I’m not nervous that I’ll screw up.” He admitted softly.

“Sometimes parents screw up, but we love him and that’s what’s important.” You assured him softly, looking at your baby boy’s face to see that he had fallen asleep while eating. “Looks like the baby mouse is asleep.”

“Really? You picking that up from Jay?” He questioned your use of the nickname as he set the bottle down and carefully laid Y/SN back down into the crib.

You shrugged with a slight smirk. “I don’t know, I kinda like it.” You told him.

Greg walked over to you and put his hands on your waist, leaning down to kiss you again.

You pulled away, causing him to pout. “Dinner is going to be ruined if you keep kissing me like that.”

He shrugged and gave you a devilish grin. “Then we can just order pizza.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Not happening.” You kissed him once before heading into the kitchen, him following you close behind.

#greg gerwitz x reader #greg gerwitz imagine #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd imagines

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calumance · 4 years

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Omg:( maybe mama was away for a few days and when she gets back she comes home to find her sweet boys having fun at the pool🥺🥺

This is on the longer side, I got carried away. I’m sorry 🙈🙈🙈 Enjoy!!! ❤️❤️❤️

You looked at the board showing all of the flights. This was the third time your flight has been delayed, and you were going on your fifth hour of being at the airport. All you wanted to do was go home and cuddle with your boys. You sighed and ran your hand along the back of your neck as you dug your phone out of your pocket. As you scrolled through your contacts, you moved away from the screen so that other people could look at the status of their flight. The dial tone rang back to you as you waited for Calum to answer. “Hey, love!” Calum seemed excited to hear from you.

“Hi, darling. They delayed my flight again. I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve been here for so long. I just want to go home.” You ran your hand along your brows and sighed. “I shouldn’t have agreed to go on this trip.” There was an announcement over the loud speaker that you ignored, knowing that your flight wasn’t going to take off for another two hours.

“But, honey, that trip was good for your career. Remember we talked about this.” You hummed in response and looked at the people passing by you to get to their respective gates.

Calum was silent for a second, feeling your frustration. “Don’t worry about us. I have everything under control here.” He sounded confident, but it reminded you of all of those Hollywood movies where the husband says they have control, but really they have the exact opposite of control.

“Do you actually have control, or are you lying to me to make me feel better?” You asked him as a smile spread across your face. The first smile you’ve smiled in about eight hours.

Calum laughed. “No, I’ve actually got everything under control. You worry about getting home, don’t worry about us. We love you, okay?” His voice was caring, his voice was the only thing you wanted to hear for the rest of your life.

You looked at the rings on your left hand and spun them in a way that the light hit them just perfectly. A smile stretched across your face, “I love you too, more than you know. I just miss my boys so much.”

“We miss you too, but we’d rather you get home late and safe than on time and hurt.” You could hear Logan and Aiden playing in the background. It made your heart hurt. You missed them so bad, all you wanted to do was hold them in your arms and kiss them and tell them you loved them, but the airlines had other ideas.

You bid Calum one last goodbye before hanging up and slowly wandering around the airport in an effort to waste more time. You ended up buying things you know you didn’t need, but you were bored, and you were mad. You were mad that you could be home right now, you were mad that you could’ve said no to this trip. But, here you are, stuck in in airport for seven hours buying things that you would probably end up getting rid of in a year or two.

As you sat in a seat by the gate, you shoved all of your impulse buys into your bag and leaned back. Finally, the boarding for your flight was announced. As soon as your group was asked to board, you jumped up and practically ran to the front of the line. You had thought that once you were on the flight that you would start to feel less anxious, but as you sank down into your seat, the weight on your chest never lifted. As you waited for the plane to finish boarding you texted Calum: “Just got on the plane, everything still good at home?” The message sent, and you looked at the window, watching the baggage handlers load the plane. You always like to watch them, make sure your luggage actually made it on the plane.

Your phone buzzed in your hands and you looked away from the baggage handlers and at your phone. “Everything is fine here, glad you’re going to be home soon. I love you, have a safe flight.” You smiled at the message. Calum was hands down the most amazing person you knew. He knew exactly what to say and do even when you didn’t. He was without a doubt your seconds half, and that was why you just wanted to get home to him.

When you looked out the window, the baggage handlers were pulling the conveyor belt away from the plane. You pulled your eyebrows together and started to feel a pang of anxiety in your chest not having seen your bags get loaded into the plane. You tapped the screen of your phone, playing it off as nothing, they probably loaded it while you were reading Calum’s message. You sat back in your seat, putting your phone in your lap and tried everything in your power to relax.

The plane landed through an intense amount of turbulence. There was a heavy thunderstorm a few miles outside of Los Angeles, so landing was absolutely horrific. Out of all the flights you’ve been on, that was by far the worst. Once the plane touched solid ground, you let go of the arm rests and shook out your hands. The sky in Los Angeles was absolutely clear, the sun was out, and from what you could tell, it was hot as hell. It made you smile, it meant that once you got home, you could hang around the pool with your boys.

As you got off the plane, you nearly ran towards baggage claim. You bounced on the balls of your feet as you waited for your luggage to make its way on to the carousel. Before you knew it, almost everyone from your flight had left, there was only a handful of people still standing around. Most of them with the same confused expression as yours. You were about to walk away to get some answers when someone from the airport came out, announcing that there was a cart of luggage at the previous airport that had been missed, so the luggage would not get here until the following day.

Your heart pounded, because, still, all you wanted to do was get home and hug all of your boys. The agent pulled everyone who was missing their luggage into the customer service area and started helping each person one by one. As you stood off to the side you texted Calum. “I landed about a half hour ago, but my luggage is still in Chicago. Going to get this sorted out an then I’ll be on my way home.” You slid your phone back into your pocket as you waited for your turn to talk to the agent.

Since you were home, you opted to have your luggage shipped to you. There wasn’t anything in there so important that you needed it absolutely right now. What you needed absolutely right now was to go the fuck home. Once you had your luggage situation sorted out, you took the first shuttle out to the long term parking lot that you find. It felt amazing sitting in your own car, and the thought of crying passed through your mind, but instead, you held it together and drove as quickly as you could home.

When you got home, you felt an overwhelming sense of relief. The sun was still up, it was still hot as hell, and all you could think of doing was striping down and diving into the pool. You walked through the front door and dropped your bag on the floor. You looked around hoping to see all of your boys hanging out in the living room. Instead, you found all three of them hanging out in the pool. Aiden was in the pool wearing a black bucket hat, exactly like the one Calum always wore, and a pair of green pool floaties. You pulled your eyebrows together wondering why he was wearing those when you knew Aiden learned how to swim a couple of years ago. Logan was standing on the edge of the pool, also wearing a black bucket hat and green pool floaties eagerly waiting to jump into the pool. Calum was in the water, Aiden just a few feet behind him. Calum was wearing the same black bucket hat and was holding his arms out waiting for Logan to jump.

Your heart melted into a puddle at the bottom of your chest. You quietly opened the back door and stepped into the back yard. “I promise I’ll catch you, come on Logan.” Logan hesitated and then finally jumped in, laughing hysterically once he knew Calum had him. All three boys looked up at the same time and caught sight of you.

Logan and Aiden scrambled to the sides of the pool. “Mom!” They yelled out. You hurried to the edge of the pool to help them out so you could scoop them into your arms. It was the least of your worries that they were wet, and now you were wet. They latched onto you and you held them as tightly as you could. Their love being exactly what you needed after the day you just had. Finally, they let go of you and jumped back into the pool.

You looked at Calum as you sat on the edge of the pool and you reached forward to cup his face. He pushed himself out of the water just enough to press his lips to yours. As he pulled away you kept your hand on either side of his face. “Why is Aiden wearing the floaties that barely fit him? He knows how to swim, you know.” You laughed.

Calum shrugged, “I know, but you can never be too sure. I missed you so much.” He said grabbing onto your thighs and pulling you closer to him. As your lips met his, you smiled against his lips. You were never going on another business trip ever again.

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