Could I pls request "Somebody Loves Me" for my faves Vicki and Hoos for the fic meme? <3
Everytime I write something for them I start giggling for one simple reason: they're a very pretty couple and I am hopelessly queer.
[Imaginary Fic Game]
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The sight through the window has her freezing — Vicki’s twelve years old again, sitting at the dining table, mute and small while that woman sits there with her itemized list of complaints handpicked for her daughter’s ears.
The hand on her back reminds her that she’s not twelve anymore, Hoosier’s hand there not to push but to remind her of that very fact. He’s there, he’s not going anywhere, and the redheaded woman sitting in the diner can’t make her cry anymore. It’s a pointed look, like he’s giving her an out, and Vicki almost wants to laugh at how mundane things still continue to scare her.
She shakes her head, and he holds the door open, and his hand goes right back to the small of her back as she musters the courage to greet her mother.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hart of Dixie
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lemon Breeland/Lavon Hayes, Lemon Breeland & Annabeth Nass, Lemon Breeland & Zoe Hart, Lemon Breeland & George Tucker, Lemon Breeland & Wade Kinsella, background Annabeth Nass/George Tucker
Characters: Lemon Breeland, Lavon Hayes, AnnaBeth Nass, Zoe Hart, George Tucker (Hart of Dixie), Wade Kinsella, Brick Breeland, plus mentions of lots and lots of others
Additional Tags: Post Series, Canon Compliant, lemon may have some deju vu but it doesn't matter cause she's marrying the love of her life!
Summary:
It’s her wedding day. Well, okay, fine, her second wedding day.
Or, Lemon has a wedding day that ends happily this time.
So my bike was stolen from our garage last night. My beloved, custom, carbon fiber, most-expensive-thing-I-own-aside-from-my-car bike.
I just found it listed on FB marketplace.
Shit is about to go down.
you view love as a single moment, a tiny candle flame that somehow burns hotter and brighter that a wildfire. your hands are calloused from holding someone else’s hand for so long it’s hard to imagine them ever once being soft flesh. your heart is light, and your days full of warmth in the arms of another. i wish i were you. maybe one day we all will be.