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somewhereincairparavel · 2 months

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could u do something about thalia never showing up for jason? in the end of tlh he was hoping she’d show up for the counselors meeting and she didn’t so maybe a series of him making plans with her/trying to get in touch with her and just being disappointed every time… not thalia hate i love u thalia she just is too busy for him (while doing it during the months between tlh and son could be cool i think in between boo and toa would be more angsty bc u know he’s going through a breakup!!! he’s all alone in this random private school he isn’t familiar with the mortal world and he just wants his sister but she isn’t there!!!)

Two times Jason Grace wrote Thalia a letter, and the one time he didn't send it.

author's note: Ah this is so angsty and perfecttt :( The Grace siblings deserved more…they're my faves fr.. anyway, I hope I did justice to your request anon! Thank you for requesting, it made my day! I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. I just finished my exams and I'm back to having more time for writing :) you guys can send me more angsty jason prompts like this one if you want to, I'll write them with the best of my capabilities, I'm quite new to heavy angst like this so I was surprised when I was able to finish this within an hour. Jason Grace does this to me.

TW: severe angst. I mean it, very severe, character death, mentions of sacrifice, no happy ending. I went all out, I'm sorry. I was just way too into this.

Jason traced his finger over the glossy photo frame in his hands, which encrusted a picture of his older sister, Thalia. He had requested Leo to help him with the framing, the edges were made with a mahogany coating. He smiled at the lovely picture of his sister, her hair being held together by her silver huntress circlet, wearing her punk rock clothes.

Over the course of the summer, He had finally gotten the chance to take a good picture of Thalia for a family keepsake, he had held on to the tattered, torn picture of Thalia that annabeth had given to him before his first quest, and he still treasured it greatly. But he insisted that Thalia and him take at least one good picture before she disappeared with her maidens into the world, for months.

“And then Leo said-” Jason was cut off by thalia’s fellow maiden Phoebe, rushing towards them, yelling for thalia.

“Lady Thalia, lady Artemis is heavily in need of your assistance immediately!” Phoebe said panting. Thalia frowned and her eyes apologetically turned back to Jason. “I'll be there” she told her fellow huntress, before giving Jason a strangling hug. “I'm so sorry Jason, we'll talk later yeah?” Jason swallowed his disappointment after he saw how truly apologetic Thalia looked. “Of course, stay safe for me?” Thalia smiled sweetly and nodded at that before trudging up the path.

That was the last time he had seen of Thalia in months, and there was only one way to settle this. Jason decided to send in letters to his sister, that way, she could read it and keep them with her, and he could tell her everything without getting interrupted by anyone. He soon learnt to cherish this hobby alot. He loved his sister, and writing to her gave him a warm sense of comfort. He needed that, especially after Leo's death.

“Dear Thalia,

How have you been sis? I hope your mission with Phoebe to help Artemis went well! It's been pretty tough lately. My nightmares are plagued with pictures of mom. I know you of all people would understand how horrific that feels. I miss Leo, and piper's been acting a little strange around me lately.. but Leo's disappearance is taking a toll on her. So I get it. Nico is finally staying in camp half blood, isn't that great?? That boy deserved a break for once. Anyways, write back if you can, but if you can't, that's fine, I know you're busy.

–love, your annoying little brother.

Weeks, and months flew by, but still no response from Thalia. But he knew better than to take it seriously. Jason knew that she had gotten the letter, and that was enough for him. Well, that was enough, until things went downhill for him very quickly. Piper had approached him in the school corridor and thought it was a great day to end their year long relationship, shattering Jason's soul to pieces, this, coupled with the immense amount of pressure he had to build the minor god shrines, Jason felt numb, and he did what he usually did. He poured his heart out to Thalia in another letter, seeking comfort in his ink and paper. Longing for thalia’s presence once more.

“Dear Thalia,

it's me again, I hope you're doing good, atleast better than I am. I've been feeling terrible lately, Piper ended things with me, i guess we finally know why she was acting the way she did around me, huh? She said our relationship was only hera’s illusion and didn't feel that way about me anymore, which sucks, since I'm still very much in love with her. The pressure has increased tenfolds on me these days, the minor gods are heavily anticipating the promise I told them I'd keep. I'm planning on moving schools so i don't have to deal with the heartbreak of seeing Piper in school anymore. Anyways, I just wanted to write to you since it makes me feel better. Sending you lots of love from California.

— love, Your annoying little brother

Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months.

Jason knew. The moment the sibyl told him about looking for the third emperor. Jason knew, that his doomsday was going to knock on his doorstep very soon. He was going to sacrifice himself for Piper. And nobody was changing his mind. Jason stared out his dormitory window, the outside mortal world looked a little too cheery for the melancholic thoughts that were chasing his mind. He averted his gaze to the person in the picture frame hanging at his wall. Thalia had always been too busy for him. They had never had a proper full conversation together, one on one conversations getting disrupted, iris messages wearing out within a few minutes, even his letters never got a reply, or even a single acknowledgement.

Yet jason knew, that Thalia Grace was the only one who loved him more than anything in the world. She didn't have to spend time with him for him to know that. He knew by the way she had only left their childhood home after Jason was deemed “dead”, he knew by the way she had picked a two year old jason up after he injured his mouth with that stapler,he knew by the way she played hide and seek when they were little, he knew by the way she had told no one about him, not even annabeth, since he was a memory that she held close to her heart. So subconsciously, his hands wrapped around the pen he always used to write with. With shaky hands, and teary eyes slowly dripping in the paper, he began to write.

Thalia was resting on the rocks, thinking of how Jason was doing, she had recieved all his letters and read them through atleast 2 times. She wanted to respond, but it kept slipping her mind. Something had always come up, but now, she was finally free. Just as she was about to pick up her pen, she heard her name being called.

“Thalia!”

It was Reyna. She was holding an envelope, Thalia’s spirits skyrocketed at the thought of her brother sending her another letter. But.. why was it being sent through Reyna..? It was usually always sent by Jason's wind manipulation. Those letters would float towards her. That's how she always knew it was from her brother.

She was expecting Reyna to tease about Jason's cheesy letters to his sister, but what she wasn't expecting, was for Reyna to start sobbing on the spot, breaking out the news that her younger brother was dead.

Jason. Her little stapler eating brother. Was dead.

“This was found by Meg in Jason's desk.” Reyna shakily handed Thalia the envelope. It was a blue envelope, the usual colour that Jason always sent to her. And on top of it, was his smudy handwriting that Thalia could recognise from a mile away. The letter was signed “To Thalia Grace”.

Thalia opened it carefully but tears were leaking out of her eyes.

“Dear Thalia,

there's something that I've been keeping for a while now, but I know it's finally the time to tell you this. I met the sibyl in the labryinth who had told me that my life would be cut short. if went looking for the third emperor, Caligula, either me or Piper would be killed. There's no point denying the inevitable is going to happen. Prophecy's can never be thwarted, after all. I've made my choice, I'm not letting Piper die. I've decided that I am going to use myself as a sacrifice. I'm writing you this, to let you know, that, I love you. I love you so much sis, I hope you know that. I know we've never got to see eachother much, but I don't want you blaming yourself in any way for this. I hope you know that, writing to you, even without a response from your side all these months, has helped my life feel a lot more meaningful. the mere thought of you taking the time to read my letters makes me feel so loved. So happy. Now that I know that I might be meeting my end, I'm letting you know, that I've cherished every single thing you've ever said to me. Including the fact that you hate tomatoes on your sandwiches. Take care of yourself, sis, I'm always with you.

— love, for the last time, your annoying little brother :)

Thalia clutched the letter with her heart, screaming in agony. Thunder boomed angrily overhead, almost as if her father could feel her rage. Her heart strings were tearing apart. She sobbed, as she looked up at the blue sky, the same blue as Jason's darling eyes.

“I love you too. My annoying little brother, always”

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metallicaislife · 7 months

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What’s Your Fantasy?

A/N: I made a reference to one of my first fics. I saw the opportunity and took it lmao 🫡

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut minors dni

Word Count: 685

Warnings: Threesome, m x f x m pairing, oral(f and m receiving), taking pics during sex, drug use

I was hanging out with Cliff and James. Two of my best friends. We were sharing some of Cliff’s magic green and having a good time. I’m not sure what brought us to the topic, but we found ourselves talking about sex.

“Okay, but seriously, what is one of your fantasies?” James asked me curiously.

“I can answer and you aren’t going to judge me?” I followed up with a question. James rolled his eyes.

“Duh. Are you going to judge her, Cliff?” James turned to Cliff who was sitting next to me.

“Nope.” He responded, then took a hit off the joint.

“Fine, okay. This stays here in this circle and dies in your memory tonight.” I started, “I have a fantasy where you two fuck me at the same time.” I said. I immediately regretted it. I should have said something else, anything else. I could have easily lied, but that weed was like a goddamn truth serum. They shared a look and I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. “Well I’m gonna go.” I said standing up.

“Sit down.” Cliff said in a commanding voice. I did as he said. I held my breath.

“Funny, I’ve fantasized about having sex with her, but never sharing. Sounds fun though.” James said.

“Very.” Cliff added.

Before I knew what was happening, we were in James' room on his bed. I laid between Cliff’s legs with my head resting on his chest as he played with my breasts.

James head between my thighs as he lapped at my cunt.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned and fisted James' hair.

I could feel Cliff’s erection poking my back. He shifted every once in a while rubbing his cock along my back.

James slipped two fingers in me alternating between curling and scissoring them. I came moaning loudly.

James looked up, he looked so hot with my slick all over his chin. He got up and went to the dresser, he put a condom on. He grabbed a camera and came back over. He knelt in front of me, lifted my hips with one hand and entered me.

“So fucking hot.” He muttered and snapped a picture.

“Lars wishes this is what was in his spank bank.” Cliff said and nibbled my shoulder. I giggled but it turned into a moan as James hit my g-spot. He pulled out.

“On your stomach.” James commanded me. “Cliff, hand me a pillow.” He said. I flipped around and Cliff handed him a pillow. James grabbed my shoulder pulling me up. He placed the pillow where he wanted and let me lay back down. The pillow under my hips so he had the perfect angle to fuck me. I took Cliff’s cock in my hand. I rubbed the precum that had leaked out rubbing it down his shaft. I licked the tip then took him in my mouth. I heard the camera click a couple more pictures before it was discarded. James gripped my hips as he snapped his hips into me unrelentingly. He reached around to rub my clit and I found it hard to focus on giving Cliff the head he deserved. Cliff’s fingers tangled in my hair as he helped guide me on his cock.

“So cock drunk. Getting fucked and sucking. Such a pretty slut.” Cliff said. My glossy eyes met his as he smirked at me. Tears streamed down my face as I came. Cliff shoved my head down as far as I could go, coming down my throat. I could feel the condom expand inside me as James hips stilled. Cliff pulled my head up letting his cock fall from my mouth, he gingerly laid my head on his lap petting my hair as he lit a cigarette.

“Fuck, you did so well.” James said as he rubbed my ass. “When you’re done, are you ready to swap?” I lifted my head as he spoke to Cliff. Cliff looked down.

“Think you can give us two more orgasms sweetheart?” He asked. I nodded, knowing it would be so overwhelmingly great.

“Good girl.”

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #cliff burton #cliff burton x reader #james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #metallica smut #cliff burton smut #james hetfield smut

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rafecameron · 4 years

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Request: Can you do one where Diego has a voyeurism kink please!! (sorry anon I lost the inbox)

Summary: Diego finds you in bed pleasing yourself and finds himself a nice seat to watch from

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x reader

Warnings: smut, choking, oral(male receiving)

Word count: 1.6K

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I didn’t expect my first diego request to be smut but here we are! My first time writing for him so I hope it’s okay! This is also not proof read sorry

You had been thinking about the steamy weekend you had just shared with your boyfriend for the entirety of the day. The knowledge that you wouldn’t be seeing your boyfriend due to his family dinner tonight only slightly dampening your spirits - you had other ways to keep yourself entertained when you were alone.

The day seemed to drag on, the wetness between your legs pooling when you thought about how your boyfriend had pinned you down to the bed with a strong hand around the back of your neck, his other holding onto your hips as he pounded into you. You’d spent the whole weekend wrapped up in bed together and you never wanted it to end, but unfortunately life reared its head in the form of Monday morning.

You were sure your work colleagues could read your thoughts by the look on your face but you didn’t care, if they’d had the weekend you’d had then you were sure they would be just the same. Finally the end of the day rolled around and you got to go home to your apartment.

Abandoning the idea of food you headed straight to the bedroom, stripping out of your work clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor. Usually you would get changed into something comfy to lounge around in but today you jumped straight onto the bed clad in nothing but your underwear.

Your head full of images of your boyfriend, topless hovering over you, you slid your hand down your chest eager to get on with your plans for the evening. You were already soaking when your hands reached between your legs over your underwear, rubbing yourself gently through the fabric - just how Diego always liked to do. He loved to tease you and although you complained about it, it was secretly one of your favourite things. You loved being completely at his mercy.

But you couldn’t tease yourself, after thinking about this all day you were too desperate to get on with it so you shimmied out of your underwear, kicking them off to the floor. Your hand went straight back between your legs, your fingers instantly coated in your slick as you rubbed at your clit with one finger. A soft mew left your lips at the sensation - nowhere near as good as when your boyfriend did it but still damn enjoyable.

You slowly slip a finger into yourself, finding a steady pace, your eyes closed as you imagine it being Diego’s hand instead of your own. You bring your free hand down to play with your clit, hips lifting from the bed slightly as you toy with yourself.

“Didn’t realise you’d be putting on a show.” You let out a gasp at the sudden interruption, your hands flying away from your body as you scramble to bring the covers over yourself.

“Oh my god.” You squeak, cheeks heating up to a violent shade of red as you hug the covers to your body.

“Don’t stop on my account.” Diego smirks as he enters the room.

You had been so caught up in your actions you hadn’t even heard the front door closing let alone heard him coming up to the room. You were too embarrassed to look into his eyes so instead you focused on your feet poking out from the covers.

“I thought you had a dinner.” You mumble.

“Cancelled.” Diego says simply, his hands reach for your hands, prying them off the covers so he could reveal your body once again, “You look so sexy taking care of yourself. Show me.”

“D,” You shake your head, the redness never leaving your cheeks, “I can’t!”

“Sure you can.” Diego leans down, placing a kiss to the top of your head before disappearing again.

He grabs the chair from in front of your desk, positioning it at the end of the bed. He drops down into it, a grin on his face as he nods at you once.

“C’mon, give me a show babygirl.” He encourages.

You bite your lip lightly, eyeing your boyfriend for a few moments before settling back down, a sudden boost of confidence that you don’t usually possess washing over you. You slowly let your fingers trail back down your stomach to your core, sliding two between your folds to gather the wetness again. You part your legs, sliding the two fingers into yourself and pumping them steadily, determined to give him a good show.

Diego sits upright, his gaze intense as it lingers on where your fingers meet your entrance. He’s entranced by your movements, he didn’t think you could get any sexier but you were always here to prove him wrong. The man could feel himself hardening beneath his pants and he places a hand atop himself, palming his member gently through the fabric. He lets his eyes wander up your body. Across your stomach to your breasts still clad in your black bra, then to your face, lips parted slightly as soft pants fall from them. Your eyes were closed as you focussed on the feeling of your fingers stroking your walls.

You let your other hand resume it’s place on your clit, rubbing the nub between two fingers as you speed up the pace of your fingers inside of you. A moan falls from your lips at the change of pace, your hips bucking up to meet your movements.

“Look at me.” Diego demands and you do. Your eyes open, landing on the man sat in front of you. You moan at the sight, your boyfriend watching you pleasure yourself, his hard cock showing through his pants as his hand massages it.

“Diego.” You whine out, pulling your lip between your teeth as you speed up your movements.

You could already feel your stomach tightening, your orgasm getting ready to course through your body. A few more pumps into yourself and a little more pressure on your clit sent you over the edge. Your hips lift off the bed into your hand as your juices slide down your fingers, moans and whimpers leaving your mouth as your high washes over you.

You’re left panting on the bed when your body finally relaxes, your eyes lidded as you look over to your boyfriend who was now undoing his zipper as he stood up. He moves his pants and boxers down enough to pulls length from the confinements, pumping himself slowly as he moves to hover over you.

“We gotta do that more often babygirl, you look so pretty touching yourself like that.” He murmurs out, his free hand brushing stray hairs from your face.

“Never knew you were into that, D.” You giggle out.

“I’m into anything if it's with you.” he comments.

He helps maneuver you on the bed so you were on your hands and knees, he hovered in front of you, his cock firmly in his hand as he brushed your hair back out of your face into a makeshift ponytail. He rubs the wet tip of his cock against your lips, tapping your lower lip lightly. You part your lips, your tongue licking the precum from his tip with a smirk.

“I think you’ve teased me enough with that little show.” He yanks your hair back causing you to gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his cock between your lips.

You moan around his length, tongue swirling around it as he pushes himself further into your mouth. Diego pumps into your mouth slowly a couple times before pushing himself down your throat, your nose touching his chest as you gag around him. He lets out a groan before pulling your head back by your hair then slamming into you again.

You hollow out your cheeks, allowing him to fuck into your mouth as hard and fast as he liked. You gagged each time he hit the back of your throat, tears starting to pool in your eyes but you loved the feeling of your mouth being full of him.

“That’s it babygirl, take it so well.” He grunts out as he thrusts into you.

His first twists in your hair, pulling your head to meet his thrusts. His free hand moves to your throat, squeezing it he could feel himself sliding down your throat with each movement. You moan around him, the vibrations making the man moan out louder. He continues at a fast pace, the tears now falling freely down your face as he fucked your throat.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He groans out, head tilting back as he closed his eyes, “I’m close.”

You hum around his cock, your fingers curling into the sheets beneath you as the force from his movements rocks you back and forth. A few more pumps and he reaches his high, a loud moan falling from his lips as he coats the inside of your mouth with his cum. Some of it leaks out of your mouth and down your chin as he rides his orgasm out between your lips.

Slowly he pulls himself out, falling back to sit on the bed as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. He looks up at you, hair a mess falling into his eyes, a smile forming on his lips as you crawl across the bed to him.

“That was better than a family dinner.” He mumbles, allowing you to press a soft kiss to his lips.

You brush his hair away from his eyes as your other hand comes to rest against his cheek, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” You mumble, brushing your thumb across his lips.

“Oh yeah?” He asks, “That why you were so eager to please yourself?”

You nod your head, a shy smile across your lips, “It’s what you do to me.”

“I can do a lot more to you.” He smirks quickly pushing you down onto the bed and moving over you to attack your neck with his teeth.

@rudyypankow @sunwardsss @popeheywards

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves fic #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves smut #my writing #this will probably not show up in the tags like usual so yay

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 4 years

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BTS DRABBLE

Anon Request: Strong and independent reader breaks down.

A/N: I am so so sorry this has taken me so long. I have had some personal stuff going on that completely drained my energy and will to write. But hopefully I can get back on track, and thank you so much for sticking with me! It means the world. <3

Tags: BTS, BTS Drabble, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, Anon Request, Anon Ask, Fluff, Angst, Seokjin x you, Yoongi x you, Hoseok x you, Namjoon x you, Jimin x you, Taehyung x you, Jungkook x you

Genre:Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mild and brief mentions of death (Yoongi and Namjoon)

Title: Not Alone

KIM SEOKJIN

“Jagi?”

You hear the door to the bathroom open, the sound just barely audible over the running water of the shower, a chill breeze infiltrating the steamy, humid room as your boyfriend slips inside, shutting the door behind him.

“Jagi. You in here?” Jin repeats, and you hear his soft footsteps pad across the tile in your direction, and you instinctively shrink into yourself, arms wrapped around your knees, pulled tight against your chest.

The shower curtain is pulled back a hint, and Jin’s face appears in the crack, his eyes widening slightly as he sees you-sitting forlornly on the bottom of the tub, curled in on yourself, face probably blotchy and swollen from crying, eyes rimmed in red.

He’s never seen you cry, not like this.

“Hey, what happened?” He asks softly after collecting himself, crouching down at the edge of the tub, as the hot water of the shower continues to beat down on the crown of your head, his hand reaching out to trail along the bare, wet skin of your arm, fingers cool against your heat flush.

You shake your head violently, biting your bottom lip between your teeth, before you say, voice hoarse from crying, “I don’t know. It just all became too much all of a sudden.” You sniff, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, as he watches you with a soft look of concern. “Work, and my classes, and dance practices.”

“Jagi.” Jin’s fingers still on your skin, and his gaze meets yours, eyes dark and serious. “If it’s too much, you can drop some things.” You open your mouth, but he holds up his hand to stop your protests as he says sternly, “ And lightening your schedule does not mean you’re any less independent or capable. No one is going to judge you.”

You consider his words for a moment, and then finally nod, swiping at your eyes once more, before you manage to whisper, “okay.”

“Good.” Jin nods and then a wide smile cracks across his face as his gaze drifts over your naked body. “By the way, how long have you been in here? You’re starting to look like a prune.”

You laugh slightly, a little of the weight lifting off of your chest. “At least an hour.”

“Well.” Jin stands from his crouched position, already reaching to shuck his t-shirt off his broad shoulders and over his head with another grin in your direction. “If you can stand a little while more, I’ll join you.”

MIN YOONGI

“It’s pretty right?”

You glance over to Yoongi at his whispered words, as he takes off one of the overly large headphones from his ears, his long fingers still adjusting some of the recording levels as his eyes meet your own.

You nod, removing your own headphones, as you offer him a small smile before saying softly, “It’s really good, Yoongs. And IU’s voice is incredible.”

“I told you.” He grunts in response, already putting his headphones back on to monitor the sound coming from the recording studio.

Your eyes flicker to the woman standing behind the thick glass, eyes closed as she sings the words to the song, emotion in every lyric, her hands carefully cupped around the large microphone, dark hair pulled up from her neck in a bun on top of her head, curled tendrils black against her flawless skin, the large sweatshirt she wears dwarfing her small frame.

IU is the country’s princess, the country’s baby girl, and Yoongi had been so excited when he told you they were working to produce and release a song together. You were happy for him. And he hadn’t lied, when he told you IU’s voice was like listening to an angel.

You just hadn’t expected them to write a song about this.

A song about all the loss the three of you had experienced at the hands of the industry.

IU pauses in her singing, calling something to Yoongi through the glass, and he takes off his headphones, giving her a thumbs up.

You take the opportunity, the break, to stand from your chair, and when your boyfriend gives you a slightly quizzical look, you can barely speak around the lump in your throat as you force a smile and murmur, “I’m gonna get some air.”

You leave the studio in a hurry, and when you reach the silence and emptiness of the hallway beyond, you feel the first tear leak from the corner of your eye, and stuffing a fist into your mouth to keep quiet, you lean back against the wall, the tears now dripping down your cheeks in an endless torrent.

You stay like that, silently grieving, your heart aching in your chest, until the sound of the studio door opening makes you start upward, reaching up to swipe hurriedly at your eyes, as Yoongi emerges in the hallway, head swiveling until he catches sight of you.

“Hey, what are you….” He pauses mid sentence, and his steps falter toward you, as a slight look of shock crosses his features at your obviously blotched and reddened skin. You don’t think he has ever seen you cry before. “Are you crying?” He asks, stepping toward you, his voice softening, as he takes your hands in his.

“No.” You stutter out, wiping again at your wet cheeks, before you drop the act and nod your head miserably. “Okay, yes.”

“Is everything okay, baby?” Yoongi murmurs, eyebrow raised as he watches you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

You blush, averting your gaze from his, not sure if it’s because you’re not used to his concerned side, or because you’re ashamed of crying in front of him, at the studio no less, for the first time.

“I just….that song…” You choke out, and his fingers squeeze yours, giving you the strength to meet his gaze once again and go on as you take a deep breath. “I miss Jonghyun, Yoongi.”

You seem to have caught him off guard judging by his sudden silence, but it only lasts a moment, before he is pulling you to him, surprising you once again, as he crushes you against his body, your face buried in his chest.

“I know, baby. I miss him too. That’s why I wrote this song. It was the only outlet for my emotion that would do it all justice.” His voice is soft, but hard, and quietly fervent, and you can feel him quiver slightly beneath you at his words.

You sniff, another moment of silence falling between you, and then you say, voice muffled by the fabric of his hoodie, “It is a really good song though.”

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest, and his hand goes up to stroke your hair, before he gently kisses the top of your head. “Good. I’m glad you like it.”

JUNG HOSEOK

You bite your lip, as you angrily chop the veggies, the knife flashing as you move almost without thinking, your mind elsewhere, as you reach to turn down the heat on the kimchi stew that is bubbling on the stove.

Hobi, seasoning and readying the pork belly at the counter opposite you, is whistling something meaningless, his tone happy and perky, as he beats his own knife to the beat on the cutting board beneath his hands.

It has been ten minutes since either of you has said anything, the only sound filling the kitchen the sounds of chopping and stirring and that damn persistent whistling, and as you slide the cut up vegetables carefully into the boiling stew, you can’t handle it anymore.

Slamming the empty cutting board down onto the counter, you whirl on your heel, Hobi stopping midwhistle to glance over at you, as you exclaim with annoyance, “How are you so damn happy all the freaking time, Jung Hoseok?!”

He stares at you for a moment, your chest heaving with angry breaths, and setting down his knife and pushing aside the pork belly, he steps toward you, asking gently, “Okay. What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” You almost shriek in return, waving the knife in his direction. “You whistle all the time, and the world sucks mostly, and people suck mostly, and here I am, a very emotional person, stuck with the one person in the world who seems to never experience anything other than absolute euphoria that he’s alive!”

You end your impassioned speech breathing harder than is necessary, glaring blankly at your boyfriend as he takes careful steps toward you from across the kitchen, hands held out in front of him as if he is making a peace offering with a dangerous and riled wild animal.

“Okay, jagi. First off,” Hobi says calmly, reaching your side and pushing your arm down, so that the knife is held several inches above the counter. “Let’s put the knife down.”

You breathe out hard, and it takes a moment for your unwillingly clenched fingers to finally loosen enough to drop the large cutting knife to the counter with a dull clang.

“Okay, good.” Hobi offers you a careful smile, as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you to him, stiff in his arms, as he forces you to bury your face in the front of his shirt. “Now. Tell me what’s really wrong.”

You just breathe for a moment, arms stiff at your sides, as his fingers trail up and down your back in a calming matter, and when you think you can speak again without yelling, you mutter out begrudgingly, “My mom’s coming to visit this weekend.”

“Ah.” Hobi lets out a sigh of understanding, before pushing you back from him to glance down at you with a slightly amused smile lighting up his features. “See. That makes more sense now.”

“You know she’ll just come here and nitpick every aspect of my life, Hobi.” You whine out, as he reaches around you to turn down the stew, almost bubbling over the top of the pot at your lack of attention. You wave your hands dramatically to accentuate your next words, raising your voice and making it nasally to sound more like your mother, “‘(Y/N), you work too much. (Y/N), you should change your hair, it’s been the same since eighth grade. (Y/N), when are you going to give me grandchildren?’”

Hobi laughs at your impression, and you shoot him a glare, as he once again hugs you to him, your face burying into the material of his t-shirt, that smells like dinner, and sweat, and his natural musk. “Come on, jagi. It won’t be that bad.”

“That’s what you think.” You mutter sourly under your breath, and he laughs again.

“Look, if it’ll make you feel better,” Hobi pushes you away, back to your job of cutting up vegetables for dinner, as he heads back to his own station, shooting you a sly look over his shoulder as he does so. “I’ll whistle a different tune.”

“God, no.” you groan out, waving the knife once again in his direction as you resume your chopping. “Just no more whistling please.”

KIM NAMJOON

“Doctor, there’s nothing more you can do.”

The nurse’s words jolt you from your trance, and stepping back from the bedside, you strip off your gloves, as your assistants hurry to cover up the patient, and you numbly announce, “Time of death, 18:04.”

Leaving the room behind you, you swallow around the lump in your throat and straighten your shoulders, ignoring the aching of your heart as you move to finish the rest of your shift.

Because this is a place of professionalism at all times, even if your heart is breaking.

********

“Hey, Dr. Kim. How was your shift?”

You step through the door to the apartment and Namjoon’s bright voice rings out from where he is sitting at the table, notebook open before him, pens and pencils strewn about, no doubt working on lyrics for something new, his eyes flashing with a smile as he looks up to greet you.

You open your mouth to respond, and instantly burst into tears.

You hide behind your hands as you sob, and your husband is obviously caught off guard judging by the silence that fills the room for a moment, before you hear the chair scoot back, and his large, warm hands are taking your upper arms, as he leads you blindly toward the sofa.

“Oh no, baby. What happened?” He asks softly, barely heard above the sounds of your own grief, as he pulls you down to sit beside him on the soft couch cushions, his arms instinctively going around you.

“Mrs. Chen….she….” You choke out around your tears, vision blurry, as you glance over at him, but the words can’t seem to finish leaving your throat, as you start to sob harder, hiccuping to catch your breath.

Thankfully, Namjoon seems to understand what you’re trying to say, and pulling you to him, he cradles your body against his own, reaching up to brush your hair off your forehead where it is stuck with salt water, as he murmurs quietly, “Oh, baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You did absolutely everything you could.”

“But she was getting better.” You cry out miserably, taking in a deep breath to try to calm down, as you reach up to wipe some very unattractive snot from your face. “I don’t understand, Namjoon. She was fine yesterday.”

He is quiet for a moment, no doubt thinking things over seriously and methodically like he always does, and then his voice is low as he replies, “Some things just happen, baby. And there’s nothing anyone can do to slow or stop them. Not even you.” He pushes a finger under your chin to make you meet his gaze, and offers you a soft smile. “Mrs. Chen isn’t upset with you.”

“I know, I just…” You sniffle, wiping away some stray tears. “This is why I told myself not to become emotionally involved or friends with my patients. Because it’s just too hard.”

“Hey.” Namjoon’s voice is serious, and he waits for you to meet his stern gaze before continuing. “Mrs. Chen didn’t have any family. She needed you-in more ways than one.”

You ponder his words, finally nodding and sniffling again, before Namjoon leans over to press a kiss against your damp cheek. “Now, let’s get you out of these work clothes, and I’ll warm you up some dinner.”

PARK JIMIN

“Ow! Dammit!”

Jimin pops his head in from the adjoining bathroom at your cry, eyebrows high on his forehead as he asks with concern, “Baby girl? You okay out here?”

“I stubbed my toe on the corner of the bed.” You say harshly, as you collapse onto the edge of the mattress, hot tears suddenly filling your eyes, as you breathe hard and long to try and control the sudden wave of emotions.

“That can’t be all.” Your boyfriend says, fully entering the room now, looking amazingly handsome in a custom tuxedo, as he adjusts his tie, looking at you sceptically.

“That’s not all.” You huff out with annoyance, whether you’re annoyed with the throbbing in your toe, or the way you emotionally reacted to it, you’re still unsure. “The bigger problem is this boob pinching, waist cinching, horror dress that I cannot breathe in.”

Jimin leans against the doorframe, watching you with slight amusement in his eyes, as you motion to the long evening gown adorning your body, a “one and only custom masterpiece” according to the boys’ stylists. He chuckles lightly, sweeping silver hair from his forehead, as he crosses the room and crouches down in front of you to take one of your high heels from your fumbling fingers, guiding it easily onto your foot and fastening the straps as he glances up at you. “Come on. You’re this upset over a dress?”

Damn it. He knows you too well. He can probably see the way your chin is quivering slightly, and the way you’re trying too hard to hold back the hot tears from falling from the corners of your eyes, ruining your perfect makeup.

Finally, as he moves to the other foot, you sigh, and rolling your eyes, you look away from him as you complain, voice suddenly choking a little in your throat, “No. It’s not the dress. It’s the awards show.” You feel him pause, his fingers resting on the top of you foot, skin warm and rings cold, and you try not to look down at him, as you swallow hard and continue, “I don’t want to spend another Saturday night sitting beside all those idols-beautiful and perfect and clearly out of my league. It makes me feel inferior and stupid.”

“Baby girl.” Jimin says on a tolerant sigh, and you finally glance over at him, as he stands from his crouched position, sitting beside you on the bed as one of his arms slips around your waist to pull you against his hip. “We’ve talked about this. And I know it doesn’t make you feel better,” He hurries to say, offering you a wide grin as his finger comes up to your lips to stop you from interrupting, “But I only have eyes for you.”

“You’re a hell of a liar, Park Jimin.” You mumble out grumpily around his finger, and he laughs, dropping his hand from your face, only to replace it, momentarily, quickly and sweetly, with his lips on your own, before he pulls back and offers you a hand.

“Now come on. I want everyone to see how beautiful you look tonight.”

KIM TAEHYUNG

“Jagi. Psssst! Jagi!”

You shoot a glare in your boyfriend’s direction, as for the second time in as many minutes, he drags your attention away from the movie playing on the screen, his elbow digging into your side, as he looks at you, wide eyes shiny and dark in the reflection from the large movie screen of the theater.

“Kim Taehyung, I swear….” You growl out in a whisper, glancing at the couples around you, hoping they aren’t being as distracted by him as you are.

One movie. In peace. One quiet date night.

“Pass me the popcorn.” Taehyung whispers loudly, motioning with his hand to the container sitting beside you in the empty seat. He’s clearly unfazed by the threat you hadn’t finished just moments before, nor by the sharp glare you give him once more as you pass him the almost empty carton of popcorn, as he flashes you a boxy grin, settling back into his seat once more, arm thrown around your shoulders, as he stuffs handfuls of popcorn into his mouth, now solely focused back on the movie.

Sighing, you roll your eyes and take a sip of your drink, before you lean your head begrudgingly on his shoulder, once again zeroing in on what’s happening on the screen before you.

This movie is really sad, you realize, as the main protagonist, a burly, good looking man, breaks down and starts to weep on screen as he learns the news of his fiancee’s death.

Wait. It’s really sad.

Oh no. Please no.

You turn your head from Taehyung, careful not to jostle him with your movement, and reach for a napkin, the misting of your eyes catching you completely off guard, as you bite your lip and wipe hurriedly at the offending tears, trying desperately to claw their way out past your eyelids.

Shit. You never cry. Why now?

“Hey, jagi.” Taehyung turns to you, and you swear under your breath, trying to wipe at your face in an inconspicuous way. What a terrible time for him to pick to ask you for something else.

Now he was really going to notice. Or maybe he wouldn’t. You could only hope.

“Hmmm?” you hum out in response to his inquiry, stuffing the slightly damp napkin down in between the seats in a vague attempt at hiding what you were just doing, as you glance over at him, hoping your eyes are no longer wet.

Taehyung stares at you for a moment, and dread fills your stomach, as suddenly, popcorn forgotten, he turns to you, face stretching into a knowing grin, as he asks in a stage whisper, loud enough for everyone to hear, “Holy shit, jagi. Were you crying? Over a movie?!”

“No! I wasn’t!” You say defensively, sticking your tongue out at him, as he begins to chuckle quietly, and a few shushing noises are heard from behind you. “Shut up, Tae.” You hiss out between your teeth, waving apologetically to the angry looking people a few rows back, before you slap a hand over your still chortling boyfriend’s mouth. “You’re gonna get us kicked out!”

He waves his hands at you, and you reluctantly let his mouth go, as he reaches up to wipe at the tears of mirth gathering in his dark eyes, before he lets out a long breath, lips still curled upward, and says softly, “I honestly didn’t know you were capable of crying. I legitimately thought you were a robot the whole time we’ve been dating. But apparently,” He waves his hand at the closing scenes of the movie playing on the screen, and starts to laugh hysterically again, no longer able to keep quiet as he crows, “This movie is all it takes!”

Tackling him in his seat, you cover his mouth once again, as the rest of the popcorn spills, and dragging him behind you out of the movie theater, his laughter still echoing, you curse yourself for ever crying at a movie around Kim Taehyung.

JEON JUNGKOOK

“Hey, (Y/N)!”

You glance up as the familiar voice calls your name, putting away your phone as you see BamBam and Yugyeom appear in the doorway of the dressing room, looking rather dapper in matching black and blue tuxedos, hair gelled back and faces heavy with makeup, lips pulled back over white teeth as they grin excitedly at you.

“Bam! Gyeom!” You squeal, pushing up from your armchair and dodging around all of the boys’ stuff to throw your arms around the two taller men, careful not to mess up their crafted styling as you look up at them. “I didn’t think you guys would be here tonight!”

“We got roped into performing after your boyfriend.” Yugyeom teases, reaching out to flick your cheek playfully, as BamBam spins you around in a circle while he hugs you, leaving you slightly breathless and laughing.

“You look beautiful, baby.” The older boy says, eyeing your dress and shoes and pinned back hair with a critical eye, as he raises his brow at you in a teasing manner. “Kookie is lucky.”

“Ahhhh. You guys look good too.” You wink, reaching out to straighten BamBam’s lapel, before you smooth down some crinkled fabric on Yugyeom’s pocket.

“Speaking of the Golden Maknae,” Yugyeom says, glancing around the empty room behind you with a quizzical look. “Where is JK?”

“Yah.” You wave your hand at them, rolling your eyes as you hear the announcement from the auditorium for people to begin taking their seats. “He had to go talk to some other idols or something.”

“And he left you here alone?” BamBam says in mock disgust, before he offers you his arm. “Come on. We won’t do you dirty. Let us escort you to your seat, my lady.”

You laugh as Yugyeom bows deeply from the waist and offers you his elbow as well, and sandwiched between the two boys, you let them lead you down the hall and toward the auditorium.

As you walk, you keep an eye out for Jungkook, and catching sight of the back of his head around one of the corners, talking to someone you can’t see, you release BamBam and Yugyeom, offering them both thankful smiles as you motion toward your missing boyfriend, “There he is guys. I’d better go drag him in with me so he’s not late.” They laugh and you wave them off. “Good luck out there! Fighting!”

You walk quietly, determined to sneak up on the unsuspected Jungkook and scare him like he always does to you, but as you get closer, you recognize the low, feminine lilt of who he is talking to, and you stop in your tracks, catching a glimpse of IU’s long flowing, shimmering dress, as she bobs her head and laughs at something Jungkook has just said.

Suddenly, watching them converse so easily and so naturally, and knowing how much of a fan of hers Jungkook is, the butterflies in your stomach turn to waves of dread.

“Okay. Well, have a good performance, Noona. Fighting.” Jungkook says, bowing deeply as Yugyeom had done to you moments before, as IU rests her hand on his forearms and says something you can’t hear, before turning and gliding off in the direction of the auditorium.

You watch Jungkook watch her go, the dread growing by the moment, and when he turns and catches sight of you, you can’t force yourself to return his smile as he bounds over to you, taking your hands in his as he presses a careful kiss to your cheek, before saying brightly, “Jagi, there you are! Ready to go in?”

You nod mutely, allowing your fingers to find their slot within in his own, but you can’t resist asking, as Jungkook pulls you toward the auditorium, “Kook, do you like IU-noona?”

“Of course I do.” Jungkook throws you a confused glance over his shoulder, not seeming to grasp what you’re getting at. “I’ve been a fan of hers since I was a kid. She’s super talented.”

“And gorgeous, and an idol, and clearly a fan of yours as well.” You say back before you can stop yourself, and you suddenly feel a sharp lump in your throat, as tears threaten behind your eyelids.

Pulling to a stop behind him, Jungkook turns when you stop moving forward, brow raised, but expression turning to worry as he catches sight of the first of the tears leaking down your face, ruining your carefully applied makeup.

“Hey, jagi. What’s wrong?” He asks, stepping toward you, hands fluttering helplessly at his sides, as if he wants to comfort you, but he’s not quite sure how, or even what he’s done to make you this upset.

“I’m not good enough for you, Jungkook.” You stumble over your words, reaching up to carefully brush some more tears away, as the roar of the crowd from the auditorium reaches your ears. “You should be with someone like IU-noona. That’s what you deserve.”

Jungkook still seems unsure of how to react to your pitiful breakdown, but suddenly, he steals his shoulders, and stepping forward, surprises you when he takes your own shoulders firmly in his hands, and shakes you gently, his voice firm, when he says lowly, “That’s stupid.”

“What?” You ask in shock, as your eyes raise to his unbidden, and the sudden hardness and determination there catches you off guard.

Jungkook is never this serious.

“I said that’s stupid.” He repeats, digging his fingers into your bare shoulders. “I like IU-noona, I respect her. But I love you, (Y/N).”

The dread is gone as suddenly as it came with his words, and sniffling, you reach up to wipe your nose with the back of your hand, as you ask shakily, “You do?”

“Yes.” His eyes go soft again, and his bunny smile emerges as his lips reveal his teeth. “Now come on. The hyungs will kill me if we’re late.”

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Too Hard To Forget

Chapter Eight

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A/N: evenin’ angels, pls enjoy - the second-last smol chapter of fluffiness basically but also swearing and sadness and death sorry love y’all

Requested: I added a lil scene at the beginning for anon who wanted a reunion between Parker and Gram, the chapter was already written so I had to tweak it a lil. Hope it turned out okay, anon! thank you for the ask <3

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When Calum woke up the following morning, it took his brain a split second to register that Parker laying in his bed was real and not just a fever dream. His mind played through the events of the night before, his body tingling from all the places Parker had left her mark on him. They hadn’t gone to sleep until past four in the morning, so he wasn’t surprised to read 11:47 on the clock on his bedside table. Calum absently dragged his finger back and forth over Parker’s upper arm, watching goosebumps rise in its wake.

She stirred, blinking her eyes and lifting her head to stare up at him. He smiled down at her. “Mornin’ angel,” he rasped.

“Still the King of waking me up before I’m ready, I see,” she mumbled, smiling sleepily.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he shrugged. “I’ve missed you.”

Parker answered his confession with a press of her lips against his. “Any big plans today?” she asked him.

“Lunch plans with Gram, but other than that, I’m all yours,” he answered. “You can come if you like,” he suggested. “It’s been a while.”

• • • • • •

After a shower and a quick stop at Parker’s to change her clothes, Calum pulled the Charger into Gram’s driveway, cutting the engine.

Parker pushed down the uneasy feeling in her stomach. I’m nervous. Should I be nervous? She asked herself. She wasn’t sure why she felt nervous – the break-up was Calum’s idea, but still she felt weird about showing up uninvited at Grace’s house after sleeping in her grandson’s bed only a few hours after breaking up with her ex-boyfriend. She followed Calum up the steps, standing one step behind him as he knocked twice and pushed the door open.

“Gram?” he called out, shucking off his boots and ushering Parker inside.

“In the kitchen, dear!”

Calum grinned at Parker, guiding her through the kitchen door in front of him. “I found a stray.”

Gram turned around, gasping when she recognized Parker. Her face split into the warmest smile and she rushed over. Parker was surprised at the old woman’s strength, she was hugging her so tightly. “Parker, it’s so good to see you!”

All of Parker’s nerves melted away as she relaxed in Grace’s grip, hugging her back. “I missed you, Grace.”

Grace and Parker chatted over lunch, leaving very little room in the conversation for Calum to join in, which suited him fine – he was just happy to have the two loves of his life in the same room again.

“Calum, dear, I think the tap in my bathroom is leaking again. Could you take a look at it for me?” Gram asked Calum sweetly.

“Sure thing, pretty lady,” he replied as he disappeared into the garage to get some tools.

As soon as he was out of the room, Grace took Parker’s hand. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that you two worked things out,” she beamed.

“We haven’t really talked about it yet," Parker started. “We only talked a little bit yesterday, and it was mostly just catching up,” she admitted.

“There’s lots to catch up on, I’m sure,” Grace winked, and Parker laughed. “But I know you two. There’s nothing in this world that could keep you apart. That boy loves you more than the sun and the stars, and he is never going to let you go.”

“I don’t know, Grace. He was so willing to give up last time. What happens next time when things get hard, and he tries to run away again?” It was a thought that had plagued Parker’s mind since her reunion with Calum, despite his efforts to reassure her that he was wrong and he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. She wanted to believe him, but he had hurt her and she didn’t want to go through that again.

Grace wore a sympathetic smile. “I know it must feel scary to let him in again, after what he did,” she squeezed Parker’s hand. “But let me tell you something about Calum. He has been through hell and back in his short life, and he is very good at putting up a barrier between him and other people, so he doesn’t get hurt. He pushes everyone away because it’s easier than fighting a losing battle. You know what happened with his mother, my Lina. She never fought for Calum, and he carries that hurt in his heart every day,” Grace wiped a tear from under her eye before continuing. “He’ll never tell you this himself, so I’ll do it for him – he needs someone like you, Parker. Someone who will fight for him. He deserves all the love in the world and I know you love him. He just needs someone who won’t give up, who won’t abandon him like his mother did. He will make mistakes, and sometimes he’ll try to push you away. I promise you that if you stick with him, and you don’t give up on him, he will give you everything you ever dreamed of. He has so much to offer, and when he opens up, there is no one in this world with a bigger heart. I’m so proud of how much he’s done for himself in the last year, but nothing makes him happier than you do. He just needs to know that he deserves you.”

Parker had tears welling up in her eyes by the end of Grace’s speech. She could have tried harder when Calum left. She called, but she could have done more. She was partly to blame in all this, too. She didn’t fight for him the way she should have. She could see that now, and she promised herself, for Calum, that she would always fight for him.

Parker leaned forward, hugging Grace tightly. “I promise I’ll take care of him,” she whispered.

“I know you will, honey,” Grace smiled. “Welcome home.”

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Parker and Calum were getting ready to head to The Wildflower for one of Calum’s shows, and Parker was sitting on the floor, playing with Duke while she waited for Calum to get dressed. She thought back on her life over the last year, how much had changed. The first time she came over to Calum’s apartment, Duke turned his nose up at her attempt to pet him. Now, he greeted her before Calum when they came inside. She smiled as she thought about how this man had become her home, and she couldn’t imagine her life without him.

Calum came out of the bedroom, buttoning his shirt. Parker stared at the stripe of skin showing on his chest until he buttoned it all the way, then finally lifted her gaze to his face. Chocolate brown eyes, full lips, dark curls messy but effortless. It annoyed Parker, how little effort he had to put in to look as incredible as he did every day, but her heart swelled with pride at the same time. This man was hers.

“I have something for you,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek and pulling a chain out of his pocket. It was simple; silver, with an intricate key pendant hanging on the end. On the back of the key, the letter ‘C’ was engraved.

Parker smiled. It was simple and dainty—exactly something Parker would have picked out for herself. “I love it,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his. “But what’s the occasion?”

“It’s metaphorical, since you don’t actually need a key for my apartment,” he grinned.

Parker just looked at him, puzzled.

Calum rolled his eyes at her lack of understanding—it was adorable. “I want you to move in with me.”

Parker just stared at him, eyes wide. “Are you serious?”

Calum chuckled. “Of course I’m serious, love. You wanna?”

Parker threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a series of little kisses to his lips. She pulled back. “Are you really sure, Cal? I drive you crazy.”

Calum laughed. “I love you, angel. I want you with me all the time. Besides, you already stay over most nights. The boys love you, Duke loves you, I can’t think of any reason why you shouldn’t.”

Parker turned, lifting her hair so Calum could fasten the chain around her neck. She turned back to him, beaming. “Okay.”

• • • • • •

When they arrived at the pub, it was quiet; not as busy as it usually was, which gave Calum a good opportunity to play some new music.

“I’ve been working on this new one, think maybe I’ll try it out tonight, if that’s alright,” he spoke into the mic. “Less of you to disappoint,” he laughed lightly, and they laughed, too. These people had become like a little family—he felt so at home here. “It’s called Waste The Night.”

The crowd went wild for his new song. John caught up to Calum as he was packing up his equipment to tell him that he had another steady gig lined up for him at a restaurant on the West end if he wanted it.

It seemed that people were hearing about his music all across town, and Calum was elated. After so many years of feeling like he’d never amount to anything, he could finally say he was living a life he was proud of.

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“Michael, sit still. I can’t do this if you keep flinching.”

Parker was sitting on a stool in front of Michael, applying his makeup to complete his costume. Luke and Sierra, Luke’s new girlfriend, were throwing a Halloween party and Michael had begged Parker to do his makeup, but he had been sitting there for an hour and he was getting antsy.

“You’re getting it in my eyes,” he whined.

“It’s makeup. It’s literally meant to go on your eyes. You’re being a baby,” she rolled her eyes, smiling. She had grown very close to Michael in the time she’d been with Calum. She loved all the boys, but she spent almost as much time with Michael as she did with Calum. It drove him crazy sometimes, but in the end he was just happy his brothers loved Parker as much as he did.

Calum’s life had never been better. He played music for a bunch of different venues around town and the change in scenery kept things interesting, but it always felt like coming home when he played at The Wildflower. He and Parker had been living together for almost a year, and while it had been an adjustment for him at first, as it had just been him and Duke for over five years, his place felt like home with her there.

Parker’s parents seemed to warm up to Calum, too, after realizing that their daughter was head over heels for him and he wasn’t going anywhere.

Calum came into the living room and Parker did a double take at his costume. He was dressed as Danny from Grease—very little effort, considering the only difference from his day-to-day outfit of black boots, jeans and a leather jacket was the styled hair, but he still looked good—like, really good.

“Wow,” Parker breathed, almost forgetting that Michael was sitting there as she shamelessly ogled her boyfriend. “You look amazing.”

Calum gave her a sly grin and winked at her. “Thanks, doll. Where’s your costume?”

Parker looked down at herself, still dressed in lounge shorts and an oversized tee of Calum’s. “I’m not ready yet. I’ve been preoccupied with Michael’s makeup,” she said, gesturing to her handiwork, Michael smiling proudly. He did look amazing. He wore a black and white striped suit, and Parker had dyed his blonde hair neon green for the occasion. His costume was Beetlejuice, but she wanted to do her own less messy version of the classic character, so she did a purple smokey eye and added touches of green to the sides of his face and down his neck. He looked awesome.

The front door opened and Ashton walked in, carrying a backpack full of what was probably an assortment of booze. He was dressed almost identical to Calum—he was supposed to be Kenickie, also from Grease. Parker rolled her eyes at the boys’ complete lack of effort or originality.

Calum made the four of them a drink, Michael’s sitting untouched next to him while Parker finished his face.

“There,” she said finally. “Done.”

Michael stood up and walked over to the mirror on the wall by the front door. “Holy shit, P. I look amazing!” he gasped, a grin splitting his face. He lifted his fingers to inspect his face closer.

“Don’t touch!” Parker shrieked. “It’s not dry yet, you’ll ruin it!”

Michael jumped at her shrill tone, his hand recoiling. “Yes, ma’am,” he teased.

“I’m gonna go get dressed,” she announced, standing and collecting her assortment of special effects makeup from the table next to where Michael was sitting.

The last thing Parker wanted to dress as was Sandy—she felt like the costume was way overdone, but because of Calum’s costume, she decided it would make the most sense. She pulled on a pair of tight leather pants she had borrowed from Jenna, slipped into her red peep-toes, applied a red lip and draped her shoulders with a leather jacket to finish the look.

When she came out of the bedroom, all three of the boys stopped to look at her. Ashton whistled, and Michael’s response of “P, you look hot!” earned him a punch in the gut from Calum.

Calum walked over to her, spinning her around once and admiring her. “You do look hot,” he grinned. “You wanna forget about this party?” he whispered, pressing the softest of kisses to the spot just below her ear. “I could think of a better way to spend the night.”

Parker blushed, but there was no way she was missing out on this party, no matter how good he looked.

• • • • • •

When they arrived at the party, it was already chaos. Some people Parker knew through the boys, but most of them were strangers. Luke pulled Parker in for a hug and took her hand, leading her into the kitchen where he had set up a variation of liquor bottles.

“Take your pick, babe!” he exclaimed excitedly.

The rest of the boys joined them shortly after, where Luke and Parker had already downed three shots each. As Luke was pouring them all another one, Parker noticed Sierra hugging a petite girl at the front door, who had seemingly arrived alone. She was wearing an unmistakable Lydia costume. Parker leaned over to Luke. “Who’s that girl that Sierra is talking to?” she asked curiously.

Luke glanced over to his girlfriend at the door. “Oh, that’s Crystal. One of Sierra’s friends.”

Parker flashed a wry smile, and Luke looked immediately concerned. “Oh, God, I know that look. What are you on about?”

“Oh, nothing,” Parker waved her hand casually. “Just that she happens to be here all by herself, and that she’s wearing the other half to Michael’s costume.”

It seemed Parker was not the only one who noticed the similarity, because the girl’s eyes lit up in recognition as soon as she saw Michael, and she followed Sierra as she made her way back to the group of them in the kitchen. Sierra introduced her to everyone. She was really sweet, and Michael couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“I love your costume!” he said excitedly, taking a sip of his beer.

“Thanks,” she grinned. “Your makeup looks awesome,” she added, “did you do it yourself?”

Michael choked out a laugh. “No,” he shook his head, then turned and pointed at Parker. “Parker did.”

“How come you guys don’t have matching costumes?” Crystal asked curiously.

“Me and Parker?” Michael looked confused, then his face softened as he realized what she meant. “Oh, she’s not my girlfriend,” he shook his head, and Crystal’s face brightened immediately. “More like my sister, honestly. She’s with Cal. I’m flying solo.”

Parker watched their entire interaction with the biggest smile on her face. Michael was the kindest person she knew—it was about time he met someone as sweet as he was.

Calum snapped her out of her distracted staring when he held out his hand in front of her. “Care to dance, angel?”

» » » » » »

Christmas that year was different for Calum. He always spent Christmas Eve with the boys. They usually went out for dinner and had a couple drinks before making their way back to one of their houses to exchange gifts and watch a movie or two. Then on Christmas Day he went over to Gram’s for the afternoon and she made a big dinner for just the two of them.

This year, their circle had grown by four additional people, so it made sense to have a whole celebration with everyone there. They held it on Christmas Eve so the boys could spend Christmas Day with their own families, and everyone gathered at Gram’s house.

Gram was delighted to have a whole house full of people to cook for, since the last time she had a big holiday party was when Calum’s granddad was still alive. The boys would come over periodically for dinner, but that didn’t really count. All the girls—Crystal, Sierra, Ashton’s girlfriend KayKay and Parker helped Gram in the kitchen while the boys goofed off and relaxed by the Christmas tree. When they all sat down for dinner, Gram at the head of the table, Calum looked around at all his friends, his girl, and he was so thankful that he could call these people his family. After a lifetime spent hating the world and everyone in it, his life was good, and Calum was happy.

» » » » » »

Calum was at home working on some new music at the end of February when his phone rang. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen before Calum answered.

“Hello?”

“Hello, I’m looking for Mr. Calum Hood,” replied a voice that Calum didn’t recognize.

“This is Calum.”

“Hello, Mr. Hood, this is Dr. Schilling from Blue Cross Regional Hospital. I’m calling regarding Grace Hood.”

Calum’s mouth went dry as his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach.

“Mr. Hood, I’m afraid we need you to come down right away.”

Calum’s hands were shaking, gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. “Is she—what happened?” he managed to reply, voice cracking.

Parker came down the hall from the bedroom, immediately noticing Calum’s rigid posture.

“It’s difficult to discuss over the phone—”

“What happened!” he demanded, voice rising to an angry yell.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hood. She passed away.”

The phone slipped out of his hand, clattering to the floor. Calum slid to his knees, fingers tugging on his hair as he rocked back and forth on his heels. He didn’t make a sound. He couldn’t breathe—he felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs, gasping for air as he tried to breathe in deeply. Parker ran over, dropping to her knees in front of him and putting her hands on his shoulders.

“Calum! Calum, what happened?”

He said nothing as she shook him frantically, trying to get him to answer.

Finally, he looked up at her, his eyes glassy and tears pooling in his eyes and falling down his cheeks. “She’s gone,” he choked out.

“No,” Parker leaned back, shaking her head. Her eyes filled with tears, too. “No, she can’t be.”

“She's gone,” he whispered again.

And then his body shook violently, tears escaping as he sobbed, and Parker cried too, holding him, trying to comfort him while he mourned the loss of the only family he had. Grace was the most important thing in his life, and just like that, she was gone. Parker’s heart shattered into a million pieces as she watched the man she loved crumble in front of her.

• • • • • •

When he was sure he had no tears left to cry, Calum stood, eyes red and swollen, the sleeves of his sweater soaked with tears. “We need to go,” he said, voice thick and scratchy from crying. “We have to go to the hospital.”

The drive to the hospital was a blur—Parker didn’t really even remember getting there. She remembered calling Michael in a daze, telling him what happened before hanging up and letting him deal with telling Ashton and Luke. She remembered sitting with Calum in the waiting room for the doctor that called him. She remembered what the doctor told her—that she had a sudden heart attack, likely resulting from her head injury and there was nothing that could have been done. Grace’s neighbour called an ambulance but she was gone before she even made it to the hospital. Parker remembered walking with her hand firmly clasped in Calum’s as they entered the room that Gram was in, her body covered with a sheet.

Calum sucked in a breath, stopping at the door.

Parker stepped in front of him, blocking his view of the room. “You don’t have to see her,” she told him, cupping his face in her hands. “You don’t have to remember her like this.” She spoke calmly, though she felt anything but.

Calum shook his head. “No,” he sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “I have to.” It sounded more like he was convincing himself than anyone else.

Parker nodded and grasped his hand, holding tight as she walked with him to the bed.

“Can—can you—”

Parker nodded. She lifted the corner of the sheet, pulling it back slowly to reveal Grace’s face and upper body. She looked peaceful, like she was sleeping, but Calum and Parker both knew she wasn’t.

Calum’s resolve broke again, and the tears streamed down his face as he reached out slowly to touch her. He touched her hand, and it wasn’t warm like it usually was. He crouched down, body shaking with silent sobs as he rested his head on the bed next to the woman who raised him.

“I’m so sorry, Gram,” he choked, over and over. “I’m sorry.”

Parker just stood there behind him, helpless, rubbing his back in a futile attempt to calm him down, but she was crying, too.

After a while he stood, and he hugged Parker tightly, as if he was afraid she'd disappear if he let go. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she just held him while he cried.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” she whispered, sliding her hands up the back of his hoodie and rubbing soothing circles on his lower back.

She looked out the window of the room, seeing Michael, Luke and Ashton standing there with somber expressions on their faces.

“The boys are here,” Parker whispered.

Calum lifted his head, wiping his eyes. “Thanks for calling them.”

She followed behind him as he joined his brothers outside the room, the four of them coming together in a hug, comforting each other. Gram wasn’t just Calum’s family—she was all of theirs.

• • • • • •

Parker decided to take some time off work to be with Calum after Gram’s death. The night he got the call, Calum tossed and turned all night. Parker woke up in the middle of the night and found Calum gone. She got out of bed and went out into the living room, seeing him out on the balcony having a cigarette. She wrapped her arm around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder. He was silent for a few minutes, then he finally spoke. “Go back to bed, angel,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “I’m gonna have another smoke.”

The next morning, Parker woke, still alone. She wasn’t sure if Calum had come back to bed or if he stayed in the living room the rest of the night, but he was already awake. She sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Duke was asleep on Calum’s side of the bed, and Loki was sleeping in his tree by their bedroom window. She rolled over, careful not to disturb Duke, and climbed out of bed. As she stood, she heard a loud crash from the living room, making her jump. This jolted Duke awake, his ears down and shoulders hunched from being startled, and Loki jumped off his tree and skirted under the bed. Parker heard another loud bang, followed by a third, all accompanied by Calum cursing loudly.

“Fuck!” she heard him yell, and she ran down the hall as she continued to hear the sound of smashing glass. She stopped in her tracks when she took in the sight of the living room—there were shards everywhere. The coffee table had been upturned, a large crack in the center, and several vases and picture frames were littered on the floor, a fine dusting of glass shards spanning from the entrance of the hallway where Parker stood, all the way through the kitchen and to the front door.

Calum stood in the middle of the room in nothing but a pair of sweats, his feet bare, hands laced behind his head as he looked down. She could hear him incoherently mumbling to himself, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. She retreated back into the bedroom, quickly grabbing a pair of slippers and putting them on before closing the door to prevent their pets from walking through the glass.

She made her way over to him slowly, walking carefully over the glass. It was then that she noticed three large holes in the drywall, dust and blood covering the knuckles on Calum’s right hand.

“Baby,” Parker whispered. “What happened?” she asked stupidly, regretting her question as soon as it left her lips. She knew what happened, obviously. He was angry, and he took it out in the only way he felt could give him control.

“I should have been there,” he muttered. “I should have been with her,” he said as he finally looked up, and his eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot.

“Cal, there’s nothing you could have done. It was a heart attack. There was nothing anyone could have done to save her.”

“But she was alone,” he sniffed. “I should have been with her. She shouldn’t even have been living alone. I haven’t seen her since last Friday. We were supposed to have lunch on Wednesday afternoon, and I bailed ‘cause I wasn’t feeling good. The last time I talked to her was to cancel plans, and now I’m never going to see her again.”

If Parker’s heart hadn’t already broken yesterday, it was definitely broken now. Calum carried so much on his shoulders, and now he blamed himself for Gram’s death.

“It’s not your fault, baby,” Parker whispered. Calum ignored her. She grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. “This wasn’t your fault. And she loved you. And she knew how much you loved her. You didn’t let her down. She was so proud of you.”

“I can’t believe she’s gone,” he whispered, shaking his head. He seemed to just notice all the glass all over the floor. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he cursed, inspecting her to make sure she wasn’t cut anywhere. His eyes widened in sudden alarm. “Where are the boys?” he asked, thinking of Duke and Loki. “Fuck, I’m so stupid, I wasn’t thinking,” he muttered, taking in the state of the living room.

“They’re fine. I locked them in the bedroom,” she assured him. “Come on, let’s get this cleaned up and then I can draw you a bath,” she suggested, knowing how Calum liked to relax in a hot bath when he had a shitty day.

He nodded. “I’m sorry, angel. This was reckless. I could have hurt you.”

Parker shook her head. “It’s okay, I’m fine,” she promised him, but he didn’t seem satisfied.

“I just got so angry. At myself, at everything.”

Parker nodded. “I know, baby,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his bare torso and holding him tight. She lifted his right hand to her lips, pressing gentle kisses to his bleeding knuckles.

Calum swept up the glass while Parker righted the coffee table and picked up all the broken picture frames. She followed him with the vacuum, cleaning up all the tiny shards of glass he missed until they were sure it was safe for Duke and Loki to come out.

Once everything was cleaned up, Parker drew a bath for Calum and lit some candles, adding a lavender bath bomb to the tub.

She went out into the living room to tell him that the bath was ready, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, angel,” he stood, kissing her forehead and heading into the bathroom, leaving the door open as he always did.

A few seconds later, Parker heard him calling for her. When she entered the bathroom, he was standing next to the tub, naked.

“Get in with me,” he gestured to the tub with a nod of his head. He didn’t mean it in a sexual way at all, he just needed to be close to her. Calum moved to where Parker stood, lifting her shirt over her head, sliding her sweats down and discarding them both next to his own. He got in first, leaning against the back of the tub before holding his hand out for her to step in. She settled in between his legs, resting her head in the space between his head and his shoulder. Calum wrapped his arms around her, his hands folded and resting on her stomach. They lay like that for a while, letting the hot water warm their skin, the smell of lavender relaxing them.

Finally, Calum broke their silence. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you, you know,” he murmured. “More than I ever thought I would be capable of.”

Parker’s insides melted, and it wasn’t due to the hot water. She lifted one of his hands, pressing a kiss to his palm. “I love you, too, Cal.”

Even though losing Gram had turned his world upside down, he knew things would be okay again, as long as Parker was by his side.

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alifeiwishwasreal · 6 years

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Dawn - G.W Oneshot

Character: George Weasley

Fandom: Harry Potter

Era: Golden Trio Era

Gender: Female

Info: Reader is of no particular house and a muggle-born. One year younger than the boys as requested.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, injury.

Summary: You and George have the worst fight in the history of your friendship, leaving Fred to create a dodgy plan in order to get you back together again.

Requested by: Anon

You can remember the day your friendship with the twins was forever solidified in the history of Hogwarts. You were walking through the halls in second year, minding your own business as your friends had gone to lunch. You say friends lightly, more acquittances as you were a muggle-born, and in a particularly prejudice year, you found it hard to slot yourself into the wizarding community.

Then due to the stupidity of two third years, you found yourself covered in whipped cream from the kitchen. Peeves being the messenger that you'd be the culprit of the prank they'd left for Flitch.

Both came running up to you in the halls as an apology which you brushed off – but George convinced his brother that it was obvious she was upset about it. There began their personal mission to cheer you up – sitting with you at lunch, learning about your life, making sure you were out of the way of future pranks – which lead to the friendship you had today. They joke they're only with you out of obligation, but you three were the Musketeers.

Fred knew George was in love with you since you were in fourth year and he was in fifth. A year and a half later he was slowly losing his mind at the cycle his brother went through of wanting to be with you and then wanting to keep it a secret.

But all hell broke loose when the holy trinity was announced to be apart for a day.

"Jake asked me to go to Hogsmeade and I said yes."

"Jake? Tall Jake? Good-looking Jake?" Fred asked as George glared at him.

"Yes, don't sound so surprised." You joked going back to your book as George began to speak his mind.

"And why didn't you say no? Stop him flirting with you?" He asked as you looked up at him confused.

"Because he's nice and cute and I wanted to say yes."

"But we planned stuff this weekend." He insisted as you gave him an annoyed and pointed look.

"Then we'll do it next weekend."

"You don't need a boyfriend Y/N."

"You don't need to control my life, George."

"Can't help that you're a little girl with no one else to run to."

"Can't help that you're an immature twat!"

"Guys!" Fred shouted over both of you.

"What has gotten into you?"

"Me? I'm not the one running off to be with some other person."

"You act like I've told you I'm leaving Hogwarts, I'm going on a bloody date with someone."

"Well, you shouldn't be. He isn't right for you."

"Isn't right for me? Have you got a personal mission to piss me off tonight?!"

"Georgie, calm down."

"Maybe I'm tired of you two flirting."

"US?" Fred responded.

"Maybe I'm tired of you trying to change us, of convincing us to change the way we are and behave. JUST MAYBE I'm tired of babying you and being there to pick up the pieces when this inevitably ends horrifically. MAYBE you need to stop being such an uptight bitch and see I'm doing this for your own GOOD!" He shouted and you stood up raging, anger coursing through your veins as words you never thought you'd say began to come out of the depths of your throat.

"WELL MAYBE I wanna hang out with someone who is intelligent and gives a shit about academics and something OTHER THAN useless pranks as I'd actually like to have serious conversations with a boy who ISN'T possessive and criticising my every move, A HYPOCRITE, and Fred is dating Angelina, you DICKHEAD! MAYBE if you thought about anyone other than yourself, you'd see that you're WRONG and ACTING like a total and complete prideful PRICK!" You screamed as you got up and stormed off, leaving both Fred and George breathless; you never shouted.

One twin turned to the other, and they mirrored the same expression.

"Fucking hell Georgie – what have you done?"

Fred had never seen anything like it. It had been a month at this point and you'd done no more but mutter several insults at each other. You'd spoken to him, of course, shared cuddles, rants and homework answers but he'd soon learned there were 2 He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named when it came to you.

Just setting eyes on him could put you in a bad mood.

But Fred knew the façade his brother wore – back in his room he was miserable, and under the influence of firewhiskey he admitted how he wanted nothing more than to forget everything but like you said – he was too prideful.

Fred just thanked the Lord that his brother wasn't completely destroyed, but that was only by the fact that you did not go on that date at all – too enraged by the events and too afraid that a scene would be caused in public.

Fred decided to take matters into his own hands. He'd had enough of the days switching potions partners, running through the Great Hall mid-lunch to see you both, trying to stop the comments he knew neither of you meant.

He knew he had to do the unspeakable. He had to scare his brother.

Creating a plan with the beater of your team, he knew as he sat beside his brother that the narrow miss of that ball to your head would fill Fred's thoughts with what could've happen at the thought of that heavy object meeting an element of your person.

You flew towards the snitch, dipping and diving until the way James hit the back of your broom made you spiral around and almost lose your control. Fred felt George shift, and mumble about it being a close one under his breath. James shrugged at you and you looked around as you'd now lost sight of the snitch and began to search low down the ground where it had been beforehand, until you'd actually began to flow up and then it hit you. But James missed his target.

Everyone took a gasp as the ball hit you right in your side and caused you to fall with a thud from 20 feet upwards. All George could hear were screams and comments of shock around him before he shoved everyone to the side so he could scramble down as the game came to a halt.

The first thing you noticed when you regained consciousness was that it hurt to breathe. Before opening your eyes you skimmed your hand around, feeling the thin blanket and clothes that felt like your bed wear rather than your Quidditch uniform.

You heard the creaks from another bed that came from the endless patching of muscles and bones after practises and games.

You'd came to the conclusion you were in the infirmary.

You opened your eyes to a faint pink rising from the window across - sunrise. You turned your head and saw the ginger hair laying in a bed next to you. If you didn't know them so well, you might've swore it was Fred but you knew it was George and your heart ached. He'd looked like he'd been crying, and honestly, it was exhausting fighting with him. You were distraught your friendship was so easily thrown away and the amount of times you'd caught yourself going to apologise to him and then seeing him storm away from you.

You went to sit up but the unexpected pain caused you to shout in response, ringing throughout the quiet room as you laid yourself back down and took some deep breaths to try and stop the pain which caused tears to leak.

"Y/N?" George rose from his sleep and wiped his eyes as you looked over and smiled at him.

"Morning sunshine." You joked as he got out of bed and quickly waddle over to sit at your side.

"How you feeling?"

"Like shit." You whimpered through your breaths as your eyes closed again and you took more breaths to try and stop the pain.

"You tried to get up, didn't you?" You nodded quickly and he gave you his hand to squeeze as the pain subdued.

"Its the last of the fixing stage - Pompfrey says you'll be alright by morning."

"It's never been this bad before." You breathed, his hand still encased in yours.

"I'm not surprised - you broke three ribs."

"Three?"

"One from the bludger and two from your fall. Your shoulder got dislocated as well."

"No wonder I feel like shit." You said finally opening your eyes to find him smiling down at you.

"I'm sorry. For everything."

"Me too." You whispered as he lifted your hand up to kiss it.

"I shouldn't of came for you the way I did."

"I shouldn't of shouted."

"Did you know you're really fucking scary when you shout?" He said and you began to laugh but you managed to ignore the hurting it caused. Probably because you were so relieved you were friends again.

"If you're scared I'm gonna forget about you don't. The three of us. It will always be us three."

"It wasn't that." He responded quickly and smoother over your furrowed brows as he squeezed your hand.

"I got jealous because I've been in love with you for a while now-" he took a deep breath and your heart swelled.

"And I don't know but I just couldn't control it and I got angry because I'd had so many opportunities like this and I missed it, ya know?" He admitted, looking down at your hands and seeing how your dainty ones felt in his.

"I knew." You admitted and his eyes met yours with a large amount of panic, as he was urging you to explain.

"The lack of want for a boyfriend? Looking at me throughout lessons? Trying to make me laugh all the time? Fred? You think he can keep a secret?" You asked with a smile as George groaned and put his head on your stomach and you reached down to pet his hair.

"I had my suspicions but I got to the point that I thought you were never gonna do anything or maybe you'd just fallen out of love and so I said yes to Jake after saying no to people for years and then-"

"All hell broke loose." He responded as you nodded.

"You know this is Fred's fault?"

"What did he do?" You sighed.

"Meddled with James so we'd make up."

"And he'd realign the stars and we'd never realise it was him playing Cupid all along."

"Maybe he should've remembered Owen was a better aim than James."

"When this ribcage is better, he's gonna have to run." You threatened and George laughed as he finally rose to sit in front of you again.

"I'd pay to see that." He stated, licking his lips and looking back down to you again in your eyes.

"Are you gonna kiss me or do I have to wait even longer for that?" You asked with a smirk, and George smiled back down at you.

"When did you get so bold?"

"Apparently getting knocked off your broom will do that to you." You smiled as he put his hand to your cheek and leaned down, putting his hand on either cheek and finally putting his lips to yours. His body hovered over you, cradling you like you were breakable, as one of your hands moulded around his wrist, his lips moving slowly against yours as you felt your head sinking deeper against the pillow.

You didn't know how long you were there. Seconds, minutes, hours, but it felt like neither of you could bare to stop. Too long spent debating the cause and effect of what might happen to actually explore what could happen.

When George finally brought himself to pull away, you could see his swollen lips but smiling as if he'd just seen Umbridge catapulted by the Whomping Willow.

"Worth the wait?" You quipped with a whisper, your breathing being the only two things heard - only you, and him and the sunlight in that moment.

"Bloody hell - yes."

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trade-baby-blues · 7 years

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Seeing Double

Anon Request: Hi! I've been reading your fics for a while now, I totally love them!!! I have a request, if you're willing. A jim kirk x 5 year old child! reader who's actually his child from one of his old one night stand or something that he has to take care of. Thank you!

Daddy!Jim and Daughter!Reader (Part 2!)

Word Count: 1626

Warnings: None!!

A/N: I hope this is okay! I realize there really isn’t a lot of Jim taking care of the kid but idk I’m still happy with the way it turned out, so I hope you are too! I definitely got a little too involved in the backstory lol. I think I might do a part 2 at some point, just because I like the idea of Jim and his kid pulling pranks on people throughout the ship. We’ll see, we’ll see.

“Sir, we have a wee situation in Engineering.”

Jim cursed under his breath. It hadn't even been three hours yet. “Guess it’s a good thing you're the best engineer in the fleet Mr. Scott. I trust you can handle it while I finish this briefing.”

“I think this is something you’ll want to come down and see for yourself, captain.”

Jim pushed himself up from the table, cradling the comm to his ear. He spoke in a whisper: “Look, Scotty. I told you I’m in a briefing and frankly the admiral in charge is pretty hot so I’ve got to act like a Captain, okay? Whatever it is you can handle it.”

Scotty sighed. “All right, all right. Remind me what the procedure is for stowaways again.”

“Stowaways,” Jim repeated, dead panned.

“Aye, Captain. Just the one. Not sure what to do with her.”

Jim sighed. When was the last time a Starfleet ship had a stowaway? There were so many security protocols to prevent this. Jim couldn't even remember being taught the procedure. Of course, he spent most days out of class. “Just...put her in the brig.”

“I’m not sure it's necessary to put her in the brig, sir.”

“Now, Mr. Scott. That's an order.” Jim hung up the comm, leaving Scotty in silence.

“Well, lass, you heard the man. Guess we’d best go. Come on.” Scotty held a hand out to you but you eyed him warily, holding onto your backpack instead. You walked toward the door he was pointing to, purposely dragging your feet.

When the two of you finally reached the brig, Scotty opened a cell and reached for your bag. You tried to snatch it back to your chest, but Scotty was too fast, grabbing onto the handle at the top. “I’m sorry, lass, but I cannae let you take that without searching itl.”

He pulled on it gently, but you yanked it back towards you. You knew there was no way you’d overpower the older man, so you quickly stomped on his foot. He released the bag instantly, muttering curses. He dove forward to grab you, but you were already heading to the door. You turned to see if Scotty was following you, not paying attention to the door sliding open. You crashed into someone before sprawling across across the floor. You dove for your bag, holding it almost like a shield between you and the two men who stood above you.

“Tell me there’s been some kind of radiation leak and I’m just seein’ double,” the dark haired man said, a deep set scowl turning down his features. He looked up at the man who’d been holding you hostage.

“Nae, and trust me I checked.” You remained on the ground, eyes darting among the men and to the exit, trying to plan your escape. The blond man was still staring at you. You wondered for a moment if he was an anroid.

When he spoke, he didn’t take his eyes off you. “Scotty, tell me this is payback for that time I replaced your sealing glue with silly string.”

Finally, the blond lifted his eyes off you and you took the opportunity to bolt between his legs. You heard the three men calling after you, but you’d thrown your backpack on and were sprinting down the hall, taking random turns until you ended up in a hall of locked doors. You turned to run back the way you came, but the three men blocked your path. The brown haired man in blue put a hand on the blond man’s chest and whispered something before taking a step towards you.

“Listen, sweetheart, we’re not gonna hurt you, okay?” He held his hands up in surrender as he walked towards you. “My name’s Leonard. What’s yours?”

You took a breath, still breathing ragged from running. “Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N,” Leonard said, kneeling in front of you, “can you tell me how you got on our ship?”

You shrugged, no longer interested in Leonard. Your eyes wandered back to the blond still staring at you like he’d seen a ghost. “Shuttle.”

“Do you have family on this ship,” Leonard asked. You nodded, still looking at the blond. You raised an arm and pointed at him wordlessly. “Jim? You know ol’ Jimbo?”

You shook your head, reaching into your coat pocket. You pulled out a small, folded picture and handed it to Leonard. He looked back at Jim before unfolding the picture. It was an old one, back from the academy days, but the man in the picture was unmistakably Jim. A woman in a sundress had her arms wrapped around his neck, lips pressed against his cheek as he laughed. Leonard flipped the picture over. There was one word, underlined: Enterprise.

“This woman, she’s your mother?” Leonard handed the picture back to you, and you carefully folded it and returned it to your pocket before nodding. “Y’know, this’d be a lot easier if you talked to me.”

“Mom said not to talk to strangers.”

“Oh, but sneaking onto a Starfleet vessel is okay?”

You hung your head. “She doesn’t know,” you mumbled.

Leonard sighed. “You hungry, kid?” You shot your head up, nodding furiously. “Come on, Jim’s got a replicator in his room. I’m sure he’ll be happy to whip something up for you.” He held a hand out to you and you took it tentatively. He was careful not to tug you along as he led you to Jim’s room.

It was much more awkward when he and Scotty left, leaving you and Jim alone in his quarters. You sat on a barstool, swinging your feet, leaning over a coloring book with deep focus. Jim looked at you from across the counter, trying to find something to say, trying to find some way to deny that those blue eyes and dirty blond hair were anything but his. He couldn’t have a daughter.

“How old are you?”

“Five,” you said, not looking up from your crayons.

Jim leaned back, running his hands down his face. “How did you get on the Enterprise?”

“Took the shuttle.”

“There’s security everywhere. There’s no way you wouldn’t get caught.”

You were quiet a moment before answering. Your voice was softer when you did. “I’m good at hiding.”

Jim picked up on the shift in your tone. “Why did you sneak on?” You kept coloring, not wanting to answer. Jim sighed again, reaching forward to pull the crayon and coloring book from your hand.

You crawled onto the counter, reaching for it. “Give it back! Give it back!”

“No,” Jim said, standing up, “not until you tell me how you got onto this ship.”

“I took a shuttle.”

“You need security clearance for the shuttles. How did you get on?”

“I stole Roger’s ID,” you yelled. Jim’s stance softened, and he handed you back the coloring book. You held it like a safety net. “Please don’t tell,” you whispered, “I don’t want Roger to get mad.”

Jim recognized the look on your face in an instant, knowing he’d made the same after a few fights with his step-dad. He slipped back onto his chair, gently reaching out to you. He marveled at how small you were. His hand completely covered your knee. “Who’s Roger?”

You sniffled, crossing your legs on top of the counter. “Mom’s husband. He doesn’t like me very much.”

“Your mom...What’s her name?”

“Aydenna. She’s a teacher.” You were too busy staring at your coloring book to notice the grimace on Jim’s face as the memories came back to him.

She was the daughter of an admiral, which helped her secure a position teaching straight after graduation, making her the youngest teacher on staff. She was already married by the time Jim came through her class, but that didn’t stop the instant attraction they had. Of course she didn’t tell him. She probably hadn’t told anyone, but God if you weren’t the spitting image of Jim. Roger had to know by now you weren’t his.

You reached out a hand, poking Jim’s cheek. “Are you okay?”

Jim looked back up at you, blinking away tears. “Yeah,” he said, clearing his voice to keep it from breaking. “Yeah, I’m okay, sweetie. You know we’re gonna have to call your mom.”

You sat up on your knees, letting your coloring book slide off your lap and onto the floor. “No,” you begged, “No please, I don’t wanna go back yet. I wanna stay here. I wanna explore with you, daddy.”

Jim’s heart jumped to his chest. Daddy. “I’m not saying you have to go, Y/N, but we’ve gotta tell your mom, okay? She’s gonna be worried.”

You leaned back on your heels, hands folded in your lap. “Can we tell her tomorrow?” You looked up through your eyelashes at Jim, hoping the same puppy eyes that worked on your mom would work on him.

The corners of his mouth quirked up into a smile, recognizing the look immediately. That was one trick he wouldn’t have to teach you. “Yeah, we can call her in the morning.” You threw your arms around Jim’s neck, mumbling thank yous. Jim put a hand on you back, wanting to hold you but still worried that this was a dream. That he would break you too. “Anything for you, baby.”

“Anything?” You pulled back with a grin. Jim noticed you were missing a couple teeth still, the mature ones just barely poking out. Jim nodded. “What about chocolate chip waffles?”

“Yeah, even waffles.,” Jim laughed.

You squealed, throwing your arms around your father’s neck again. “Thank you, daddy thank you.” He swept you off the counter, holding you with one arm as he walked toward the replicator.

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