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summary: you haven’t been given a quest, but you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile.

paring: luke castellan x unclaimed!reader

word count: 4k

content: luke is still a moody teenager, reader is still the fly he cant get rid of. does he really want to, though?

notes: these first two parts feel very introductory but it gets juicy as we dive a little further in the next parts hehe. also who do we think readers godly parent is?

PART II — and lord, she found me just in time

For a hotshot lawyer, your mom couldn’t lie for the life of her. Every time you brought it up, she’d always quip that she didn’t need to be a good liar to be a good lawyer, since all new evidence is legally required to be disclosed to both parties before they are presented in court. Therefore, there is no lying, only brief twisting of the truth. She was good at that — clearly.

“You said you didn’t want me to leave you!”

The wooden floor of Chiron’s office wasn’t the most comfortable of lounging places, but you’d accidentally kicked the radiator after tripping over a horseshoe and Mr. D — who had escorted you there when you’d asked about speaking to your mom — had just sighed and told you to use the mist currently spraying from it as a form of communication. The whole Iris Message thing was still unusual to you, but at the same time, you’d tripped over a horseshoe because the owner of the office was half-horse. Does it get weirder than that? Probably not.

You leaned back on your haunches, disbelief written all over your face at the scene you…walked in on? Called in on? Iris Messaged in on? Whatever — you were more worried about what you were looking at than the right terminology to describe it.

“Oh — sweetie!” Your mom was quick to hop down from the kitchen counter, pushing the man who had been standing between her legs away from her so forcefully he fell back into the living room.

“What was that?” You heard him ask from afar. Your mom chuckled, buttoning up her blouse.

“The answering machine.” She excused, “I completely forgot I was supposed to call back my daughter. Would you give me a minute?”

The man agreed with a huff and your mom pushed the kitchen door closed with a click before looking at you, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms, “I didn’t. I sure do now!”

“I’ve been gone for, like, two days!” You exclaimed, “And you’re already inviting your boyfriend over? How old are you?”

“Oh, let it go.” The woman chastised, shaking her head and attempting to push down her amused smile. “I was bored.”

“Bored.” You chuckled, “Of course.”

“But I miss you.” She said then, smiling sweetly and leaning her hip on the island, “How’s camp?”

“It’s great.” You grinned, “The people are great, the food is great. Turns out, I am super with a spear.”

“A spear, huh?” Your mom nodded, “No surprise there, you’ve got a hell of an arm.”

You hummed excitedly, the previous event long forgotten as you filled her in on your first few days at camp, “One of my friends in cabin nine offered to make me a personal one.” Your mom furrowed her brows, “Children of Hephaestus. Blacksmith guy.”

“Right.” She nodded with a click of her tongue. “Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” You smirked cheekily, ignoring the scoff and evil look she sent you in response.

“Alright. I best go.” She interrupted just as you went to make another comment about her guest, “I will see you at the end of summer. Okay?”

“Okay. Love you.”

Truthfully, you were happy to spend the rest of the day talking to your mom — it was so hot that morning that you’d thought about sacrificing your breakfast to Apollo in hopes that he’d ease up a little. You decided against it and just sent your prayers to each of them in general, hoping maybe your dad could fess up to actually being your dad.

Clarisse had suspected you would soon join her in the Ares Cabin — something about your skills with a spear and the swift right hook you sent Chris when he made one too many comments on your form during your training session with her. You weren’t even sure why he’d been there, but you could probably fathom a guess if you judged by the looks he sent her whenever she wasn’t looking.

After the exciting discovery that yes, you were good at something, Mr. D had come by to say you could either call your mom now or never. You chose the former option, obviously, and you only regretted it slightly as you heaved yourself up from the ground — already missing the sound of her voice.

You didn’t let it linger, instead you pushed the creaky door of the Big House open as gently as you could, even though it still swung back against the wall, and nodded at the pair sitting on the porch, currently in a heated card game you couldn’t recognise. They didn’t look at you for long, Chiron muttering something about meeting the Demeter kids by the fields to test your gardening skills before putting down a card that made Mr. D grumble in his seat.

You were trudging through the grass, huffing when the longer bits tickled your legs and made you go all itchy, when you spotted a body sat by the hearth in the horseshoe of cabins. You lit up, changing course and jogging over to them, “JoJo!”

Luke looked up at you, frowning, “What?”

His curls fell over his eyes and he shook them away, only to squint at the sun that shone into them. You sidestepped, your shadow proving ample shade so he could focus on you, and you stammered a bit when his face fell into focus. He was pretty.

You let out a breathless chuckle, folding your arms, “From Horton Hears a Who.” He shows no signs of recognition, “You’ve never seen it?” Again, his face did little to answer you, so you shrugged, “Whatever. I’ll get an answer out of you one day, I’m sure. We’ve made steady progress.”

“Have we?” He hummed, picking at the worn sleeve of his hoodie.

“Of course we have, ya’ nutmegger.” You quipped with a short chuckle, grinning when his eyes snapped back to yours.

“You still haven’t told me where you’re from.”

You tutted, “Where’s the fun in that? You gotta find out.”

He huffed, “Whatever.”

Since his outburst about New England the day before, Luke had done a considerable job at avoiding you. Well, you didn’t think he was doing it on purpose — he just wasn’t obligated to spend time with you anymore now that you were cleared to roam camp on your own. You’d seen him at breakfast, perched silently on the end of the bench and staring sadly at his soggy oatmeal, but then Clarisse had whisked you off to the training fields with Chris hot on her tail and you hadn’t seen him since.

You weren’t completely sure why you were so determined to break his shell. Maybe it was because you knew he never used to be this way — that underneath the deep frowns and annoyed huffs, was a happy boy who would spend days in the sun with his teeth bared in a wide grin — and you yearned to get a peek of who Luke Castellan used to be. To bear your eyes on the side of him he kept away and to find out why he did so, to understand him on a level deeper than anyone around you did, or even deeper than you understood yourself.

Or maybe because he’s hot.

Either way, you weren’t letting him slide away that easily. No sir. You straightened your back, “Going to the gardens.”

No reply, as usual.

A huff, “Mind walking me? I don’t wanna get lost.”

He looked at you, brown eyes flitting over your expression, before licking his lips and standing, “Fine.”

You grinned then, wide and sunny, “Great.”

You knew where the gardens were — hell, you could see them from where you stood, the two teenage sons of Dionysus chasing each other with sticks while the Demeter kids scowled at them. But you were new, and Luke was ‘the guy’ for all the new campers, so really he wasn’t allowed to say no.

You were desperate to know more about him; his favourite sport, movie, colour. Anything irrelevant that you could see in public and think: Luke. You just didn’t know where to start — he could shut down at any given moment, so which question was more fitting to ask before he built up his walls and fucked off?

You settled for something easy — something subtle that wouldn’t hint towards you asking about him. An easy question that any reasonable tour guide would have to answer.

“So, do you guys host any…mortal activities?” Looking up at him in question, brows raised as he once again made no indication that he’d even heard you speak.

But he had, “Not usually. Sometimes on weekends we’ll play volleyball on the beach, and I think Lee Fletcher has a soccer ball he kicks around but…” He shrugged, “No. Not really.”

You hummed, “You said we. Do you play volleyball?”

Nice one.

Luke stiffened a little, sort of appalled that you’d swerved the question on him so easily, but he answered with a grumble, “Not anymore.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, “Grew out of it.”

“Huh.” You said then, facing forward with a nod and continuing your trek through the long grass, occasionally reaching down to scratch your calves, “I don’t think I’ll ever grow out of baseball.”

Come on, Castellan, take the bait.

“Baseball?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, a little too excitedly for it to be a simple answer to a simple question. You lowered your volume and gave a more collected nod, “Yeah. Yes. I’ve played since I was old enough…little league.” You let out a weak chuckle, suddenly shy about the subject.

Luke nodded at you, “First base?”

“Left field.” You corrected with a proud smile, “I got legs.”

“Oh.” He replied, a little caught off guard at that. Although, he was also caught off guard when you said you played baseball.

You were debating whether or not to press when a gangly blonde boy with dark purple eyes jogged up to you and held out a wicker basket, “You’re the new kid right?” He didn’t wait for an answer before thrusting the basket to your chest, “I’m Pollux. We’re picking strawberries, c’mon, I’ll show you the best way to get ‘em.”

You weren’t sure there was a specific tactic to picking strawberries, but you stepped to follow him anyway. Turning your head to send a thankful smile to Luke for walking you down, you spotted him looking between you and Pollux with furrowed brows — then he noticed your stare and swallowed, nodding, “Uh, see you later.”

“Bye.” You replied, slightly starstruck. He walked off, but he did it slowly as if he was unsure of where to go next. You were positive he had somewhere to be — big shot counsellor and all — but as you stood, one foot in front of the other, face turned back to watch him go, he seemed to stutter in his steps at the top of the hill, deciding where to turn. His beaten converse led him west, and Pollux yelled you out of your stupor so you could help him and his brother pick strawberries.

As suspected, your strawberry-picking skills were pretty much the same as everyone else’s — really, how can one person be any better at picking strawberries than another? It’s a very simple task. Either way, Castor and Pollux didn’t envision you as their long lost sister, and the Demeter kids apparently couldn’t smell it on you that you were one of them, whatever that meant, so you were back to your search for daddy dearest — at this point, you weren’t even sure if you wanted to find out anymore. All this hassle and for what? It’s not as if he was going to attend the daddy-daughter dance with you, no matter which god he might be.

“So, do you, like, know Luke or something?”

Henry Furstatt was a Demeter kid a couple of years younger than you, who had been set the task of walking you to the lake where you would rejoin the Hermes cabin on their canoe lesson. He wasn’t very talkative until you’d put some distance between yourselves and the strawberry fields, where he posed his question.

You glanced at him with a thoughtful frown, “I mean, he’s been showing me around the past couple days, so…I guess —“

“I meant like,” He swallowed, waving his hands around, “from before. Did you know each other before you came to camp?”

“Oh.” You responded, tucking a loose hair that had fallen in front of your face away, “No. Why’d you think that?”

Henry shrugged, his loose-fitting camp shirt doing wonders to hide the movements, “Dunno. He just hasn’t talked to many people since he got back from his quest…but he’s talking to you.”

“Well.” You were suddenly a little sheepish — were you pushing Luke too much? Was your constant questioning making him uncomfortable? You were only on a mission to find out more about him because he interested you, but did you interest him, or was he ready to boot you as far as you’d fly? “He has to, doesn’t he? He’s still a counsellor, even if he does hate everyone here.”

“True.” He settled with a nod, fiddling with a daisy he’d picked while you were walking.

You breathed a content sigh when you finally stepped out of the grass — the summer blooming made it slightly unbearable to walk through, tickling at your legs the whole afternoon. The beating sun didn’t make you feel any nicer, but you just wafted your shirt a little as you walked past the Hermes cabin and towards the dock.

Camp was always noisy; something you’d grown accustomed to the longer you stayed there. You never really noticed it until you were alone, but the chatter of the kids filled the air the whole day and only really faded out when they all went to sleep. It was slightly unnerving to sit in the silence, and the loud murmurs often comforted you — made you feel less suffocated as the new kid. Less eyes on you, the better.

You were so used to the noise, in fact, that you almost completely brushed past the argument that was brewing outside the Ares cabin just a few metres away. Fortunately, Henry spotted the commotion, and pulled you to a halt in favour of staring at the ever-growing crowd.

You followed his eyeline and spotted a burly looking boy with black hair — when he moved his head and the sun hit the right spots, you could see dark red highlights swimming in his locks. You thought that was a little bit much, but you forfeited commenting on it considering the giant machaira that hung on his back.

The boy in question was sneering at someone in front of him, but the corners of his mouth were perked up in an amused smile that made you think he wasn’t angry yet, but he sure was getting there. You couldn’t see who he was talking to, but as Henry ventured closer, you were forced to follow and eventually his words reached your ears.

“—big shot golden boy finally got himself a quest and doesn’t fancy sharing the details.” He laughed, deep and low in his throat.

Henry patted someone on the shoulder, and they stepped aside to let him into the circle. You stayed behind him, watching over his head and finally checking out the opponent. Your eyes stopped on the familiar figure, and his familiar curls that hung over his eyes — eyes that were glaring daggers in the Ares kid’s direction, casting shadows over his cheekbones and making his scar look a little menacing.

The boy continued after Luke showed no signs of replying, “We get it, Castellan. You failed, but that doesn’t mean you get to gatekeep the whole thing.”

“Dean, man.” You finally noticed Chris, standing off to the side of Luke and glancing at his brother in apprehension at the boy's words. “Back off.”

Dean just snorted, “Don’t defend him, Rodriguez. We let him mope, now it’s time for him to spill the beans.” He took a step closer to Luke, “What happened on your quest?”

You had only known Luke for two days. You weren’t sure if he was the type to fly off the handle, swing before reasoning, but you suddenly became aware that neither did anyone else. Sure, these people had known him for years — but you’d heard it from enough people to know that he was a different person these days. After his quest a couple of weeks ago, people had been walking on eggshells around the boy. Maybe a month ago, he would’ve calmly walked away and let Dean simmer in his anger. But now? Nobody could be sure, but judging by the look in his eyes, darkening by the second, you might be able to fathom a guess as to what he’s going to do with his hands now that they were rolled into fists.

“I mean, is this about glory? Because you won’t exactly be sharing it — ya’ can’t share what you don’t have.” Dean let out a chortle at his own joke, looking between his friends around him and grinning with them.

Luke stepped forward. And — you couldn’t blame anyone, really. After that last comment, you were all expecting fists to be swung. It was only reasonable. Maybe the old Luke wouldn’t have done it, but this new Luke was looking increasingly more angry at the world as the days went by, so when he took one measly step forward, the crowd around him let out a collective woah! and put their hands out to stop him from lunging. Including yourself.

Only he wasn’t about to punch Dean. His hand stayed dormant at his side, the only clear movement was the single step closer he’d taken to match the one the Ares boy had made earlier. He was only really stepping forward so his next words would hit harder — that’s all it was, words. They died on his lips when he realised the implications of his actions, looking between the outstretched arms and tense faces.

He looked at Dean, “We can discuss quests when you get your own.”

Then he walked off, past the crowd that didn’t bother stopping him. Looking around, you saw the looks on their faces — shame, from assuming Luke would evoke such violence off the sparring mat. You definitely felt it, but you didn’t stick around long enough to confirm that with anyone else. Instead, you left Chris to berate Dean in place of the head counsellor and followed the boy in question as he huffed up the hill towards the edge of the woods.

“Hey!” You said, breathless (you were not an uphill climber). “Hey, Luke!”

He hesitated in his steps like he did earlier, but he didn’t turn around. His head twitched a little, like he wanted to look but was holding himself back, but you simply rounded him until you were face to face. The anger had long since dissolved from his expression, replaced with soft confusion.

“Hi.” You huffed, still recovering from that incline, “Are you okay? That guy’s a dick.”

“I know.” He replied, short as usual.

You licked your lips, still catching your breath, and nodded. He remained silent, looking around you like he was just waiting for you to leave. You decided to take the hint, muttering lowly, “Okay, sorry for bothering you.”

But his hand reached out, circling your wrist just as you passed him. You looked at Luke, raising your eyebrows, watching as he stammered on his words, “I, uh, you aren’t bothering me. I just…”

He let go of you and you stepped back to your precious spot. Behind him, the crowd had dissipated, Dean long gone. Chris remained, staring up at the pair of you on top of the hill. You couldn’t pinpoint his expression, but he seemed to hesitate before turning his back. You looked up at Luke.

“Why did you…come after me?”

You scoffed a laugh, “What? Anyone would’ve, it’s like…common decency.”

He twisted his expression, looking amused and devastated all at the same time, “But they didn’t.”

He was right; before you’d set off up the hill, everyone had just been watching him walk off. It seemed a little out of character, but then again, you didn’t know these people as well as you thought. Luke let out a sad chuckle, shaking his head, “Everyone’s sorta given up on me now that I’m…”

“Moody and depressed?” You finished, raising a single brow. You smiled at him, and it lifted into a grin when he smiled back, albeit only slightly. But you’d take it. “I just think that they’re a little unsure.”

“They’re scared, is what they are.” He said firmly, staring at the ground in mirth, “Their precious golden boy won’t clean up all of their messes anymore and they’re scared that they’ll have to start looking after themselves.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” You said, even if you didn’t believe it. How could you? You didn’t know these people, Luke did. “They’re just worried about you.”

He scoffed, finally moving his head up and meeting your eyes. He went to say something, presumably another quip about the campers, but stopped himself. Backtracked. Instead he said, “Aren’t you angry that you haven’t been claimed yet?”

That was a deep question. You sat on it for a couple of seconds, reeling at the sudden shift of conversation, until you finally let out a low puff of air and shrugged, “I don’t really know how I feel. Why? Should I be?”

“This camp, it’s —“ He huffed, “It helps you, sure. But it also forces you to…mould yourself into the perfect kid for — for a parent who doesn’t care enough to watch you grow up. Help you live, use their divine powers when a dragon is clawing your fucking face off!”

He’d stepped closer to you, unknowingly, that final shout making you wince a little at the volume. He stopped then, evening his breaths and stepping back with an apologetic expression. You brushed it off.

“A dragon clawed your face off?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled weakly, “Tell anyone and I’ll kill you.”

You smiled at him, shamefully admiring his face. Now that he wasn’t glaring in anger, and his face was more relaxed, you could see the whites of his eyes. His lashes, unreasonably long, and his lips that were so plush you were close to asking him if he took a trip to see Dr Miami while he was on his quest.

“Gods.” You murmured under your breath, “You’re so pretty it sorta pisses me off.”

Luke laughed then — a genuine chortle that shook his chest and made passers by glance in his direction. His grin was uncharacteristically wide and for a second, a brief moment, you saw it. Luke Castellan, the one everyone looks up to. The one they turn to in times of peril, the one they giggle and gossip about under the shade of the fir trees.

Then you knew your answer to Luke’s question. No — you weren’t angry that you hadn’t been claimed. In fact, you didn’t think you’d care even if you were so long as he was smiling at you like that.

He calmed down, catching his breath, his face relaxing back into that cool expression he’s always got on. Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you, but you were sure he looked a little less tense than before. He nodded, waving a hand, “Alright, Sunny. Let’s go canoeing.”

“Sunny?” You asked, walking alongside him.

He clicked his tongue, glancing down at you, “If Apollo won’t claim you as a child of the sun, then I will.”

“Alright.” You smiled softly, looking forward so he wouldn’t see it and run off. You picked at your nails, “So long as I can call you JoJo.”

“Let’s watch that silly movie it’s from and I’ll decide if you can call me that.”

“Deal.”

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psicostyles · 1 year

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Loving me takes patience

PART FOUR

Hello everyone, i know no one cares buttttt...here is the fourth part nobody asked fo but its here anyway! its shorter than usual but yeah, the dark days has come.

Hope you like :D

read the previous ones: part one, part two, part three

After last week, Harry and Rebecca went out almost every day for lunch. They always talked about everything and nothing at the same time. Harry was always talking about Cassie. Rebecca could see the sparkle in his eyes, he was in love with his daughter. It was apparent he was a good father. Rebecca always asked about Cassie.

Harry liked to show her Cassie's drawings she did at kindergarten, talked about their play dates, and how he loved a "to-do list" so he could organize himself and how busy his schedule was. Rebecca was kind of amazed. Harry on the other hand was afraid of pushing too hard on his dad's side to the point where Rebecca could not get interested in him because of his lifestyle. Oh, if he only knew what was going on in her head, just in a few days, Harry somehow set a hurricane of emotions on her.

On Monday after work, Harry called his mom when he needed her the most. Cassie was with her mom spending the week, so he did not have anyone he could talk to - he wasn't the type of ''Oh I've so many friends" guy. So Harry dialled his mom's number and on the third ring, he said "Mom, there's this woman at work, we are friends and she is so...pretty mom! She is funny and smart, like so smart! But I'm so afraid of getting close to someone, you know? But...Cassie is the first and only priority in my life, I can't start thinking about being with someone, besides I don't even know if that's what I want and also, I don't even know if she has a partner, you know? I'm so afraid of being with someone who will leave me again, I can't allow anyone to hurt Cassie and me. I'm just so confused. Call me when you hear this, okay? I love you, mom" As we can see, the call went straight to voicemail. Harry decided it would be better to go to sleep.

The next day Harry woke up at his usual time, took a shower, had breakfast, and went to his Saturday morning run. His earphones were blasting in his ears. Believe me, Heavy Metal Rock wasn't his thing, but it seemed like he needed the beat to relieve the tension he didn't even know he was holding up. With every step as faster as the other, he ran and ran.

When he got home, he had another shower to clean all the sweat covering his body. Cassie is still over at her mom's. Harry took the opportunity to have a day to himself and his delayed duties. He cleaned the house, did the laundry, folded their clothes, and made a delicious lunch. In the afternoon, he called Cassie to see her pretty little face and have a little chat. Cassie was doing fine and playing by the pool the whole week since it was summer season and the weather was pretty steamy.

Harry was relaxing on the couch when his phone rang with a new message

"Hey, are you free tonight? "

It was Rebecca's name on the screen.

"Hello, yes I'm. Why?"

"Karaoke night uh! R u in?"

Harry smiled immediately typing

"Sure. Text me the address"

Rebecca replied that he was parking in front of a Korean bar full of people coming in and out in thirty minutes. Harry got in and spotted Rebecca with a few people. When their eyes met, Rebecca yelled his name so he followed his path to her. Rebecca introduced him to her friends; they got along very well.

Rebecca's best friend named Cristina started to chat with him, as a best friend role, she told him all the embarrassing moments they had together. After all the confraternization, karaoke time was finally beginning.

They booked a booth just for them to enjoy. Rebecca felt comfortable around them, I dare to say. All of them were half drunk by now. It's been two hours since Rebecca got there, also dare to say, she was far from being sober. A little tipsy maybe or half drunk, half sober. Well, we can't tell. Harry ran his eyes into the room looking at everyone, especially Rebecca. The way she hides her face when she laughs, how she moves her hands while talking and mostly how pretty she looks under the colourful lights in the room.

It hit him right in the stomach, he already knew of course, but either way...hit hard. Harry was falling in love.

Fast.

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atths--twice · 1 year

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Chapter Twenty One

Plans continue to be made, the future becoming more secure.

Late March

“I have something I want to run past you,” Fox said as Dana sat down to join him on her lunch break.

“Uh oh,” she said with a smile, arranging their plates and picking up a spoon to eat her soup. “Do those words ever come before bad news of some sort?”

“I would say usually you’re right,” he said with a chuckle. “But in this case, I hope it’s not.”

“Okay. Lemme hear it,” she said, exhaling deeply and smiling.

“It’s about finding a house. I’ve been looking at listings this morning and I have found a few, but…” He shrugged as he picked up a french fry and ate it.

“But what?” she asked, pausing mid bite. “None are good?”

“No, they are. But, I wanted to ask you something before I contacted anyone to look at them.”

“Okay.”

“What would you think about instead of looking here, we found a place closer to your family?” He stared at her as she set her spoon in her soup and then clasped her hands together.

“I… I don’t know. I hadn’t thought… I mean, I had, but I wasn’t sure if you or even if I… Would you want that?” She looked at him and he schooled his emotions, not wanting to sway her opinion.

“I’m asking you,” he said quietly. “You moved here, making a personal decision to do so. I wouldn’t want to diminish that decision by suggesting you move back if you didn’t want to.”

“Fox,” she said, shaking her head and sighing. “I… I haven’t told you my whole reason for moving here.”

“You said you needed a change.”

“Yeah, I did. I also… God… I was feeling very confident in myself as a “do it all” type of mom,” she said, laughing and shaking her head. “I thought moving someplace on my own, with Ivy of course, would be… romantic. Not in a romance type way, but more grandiose, like a heroine striking out on her own.” She looked at him and he smiled. “Once I was here, I realized how hard it was without a family or friend unit around to lean on. I was very naive.”

“Naive? No. You were young-”

“Hardly,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “It was a year and a half ago. I can hardly use “young” as an excuse as I was nearly twenty eight years old.”

“That’s not young?” he asked with a smile.

“No. Not… not enough to have those romantic types of ideas.”

“Oh, Dana. Don’t ever say that,” he said softly, reaching for her hand. “Romantic ideas are always good to have. If you hadn’t moved… if I hadn’t moved…” He smiled as she placed her hand in his and he squeezed. “Maybe it wasn’t for this type of romance, but we found it nonetheless.”

“We did,” she admitted, squeezing his hand. “And it has been hard to be on my own with Ivy at times, but I think I did a good job.”

“Good?” He shook his head and smiled. “You’ve done a fantastic job. You’re an amazing mother and Ivy is lucky to have you as the one who has nurtured and loved her.”

“Stop,” she said softly, blinking quickly and looking around, her eyes wet.

“Sorry, hon,” he replied, squeezing her hand again before letting go.

“Do you want to move out of the city?” she asked, picking up a napkin and dabbing at her eyes.

“Can I be perfectly honest with you? And not have it sway your own decision?”

“Of course,” she said and he nodded as he let out a breath.

“I would like to move away, yes,” he said, watching her as he spoke. She inhaled deeply, remaining silent as he swallowed. “I’ve enjoyed spending time with your family the times we’ve gone to visit. Very much so, in fact. Your brother seems like a great guy, always quick with a wonderfully awful dad joke. Tara… I swear that woman could run the world if someone only asked.”

“She could,” Dana agreed, laughing out a quiet sob.

“Melissa and Artie, they’re amazing. I appreciate the protectiveness he feels, especially after knowing how much he hated Jordan. Your sister… She's like a slightly older version of Samantha and I felt an immediate connection to her when we met. The day when she and Sam meet, I know it’s gonna be wild.”

Dana laughed again, blowing her nose on a napkin and reaching for another to wipe her eyes.

“But your parents, Dana…” he said, swallowing past the lump in his throat. “They… Your dad… the way he finds a way to be by your mom, always winking or smiling at her. The way she rolls her eyes, but I see her smile. Hearing your mom laugh and your dad answering with his own chuckle, it’s so reminiscent of my parents. The love I always saw between my dad and mom, it seemed embarrassing when I was younger, but as I grew older, it was different. I saw it in a new light. And then it was gone.” He drew in a deep steadying breath and she grasped his hand, taking a shuddering breath of her own. “I didn’t know how much I missed seeing that, being around it, until we were at your parents house. It was like… like I had mine back for a moment.”

“Fox,” she breathed, squeezing his hand tightly.

“I moved here thinking I needed a change. To shake off the stagnancy of where I’d been. To move forward.” He laughed softly and looked at her. “But, what I want now is to go back. To be around family. I have Samantha, yes, but she has her own family unit in Greg and his family. I’m beyond thankful that she has that and for the time I have spent with them over the years. But now… I want that for myself. The spontaneous dinners, weekends planned together, school functions to attend, cousins coming over, birthdays and holidays together. I want all of that. I want that for me, for you, and especially for Ivy. I want her to grow up with her cousins as her first best friends, the secret keepers, the ones who hold her unbreakable trust.”

“And my decision is not supposed to be swayed when you say something so beautiful?” she asked, letting go of his hand and reaching for the napkin holder, taking out at least ten napkins. He laughed and shook his head.

“I was content on my own, living vicariously through my own stories and those of others, until I met you. And Ivy. And your family. Experiencing the happiness you all share, the stories, the memories… I want to be a part of it. I’ve missed it so much.”

She let out a very long breath and blew her nose. Wiping her eyes again, she looked at him and smiled.

“I want that too. Especially for Ivy.” She sniffled and let out a breath. “I’ve liked being here, I really have. I feel like it forced me to grow up and appreciate things differently. I also felt like I had to because going back was like admitting defeat. But going back now? Because it’s what we all want? Well, that doesn’t make me feel like I’ve failed.”

“Not one bit have you failed,” he said quietly.

“No. I haven’t. I’ve thrived. I’ve grown and… going home now, with you and Ivy, will be different than when I left.”

“You came to the city to find yourself and instead you found your soulmate,” he teased and then his eyes widened. “Oh... I should write that down. That’s a great idea for a book.” She laughed, blowing her nose once again, and shaking her head.

“It sounds incredibly cheesy, but it’s the truth. I never expected you, Fox Mulder.”

“I feel the same, Dana Scully,” he said, smiling at her and she smiled back. “So… we’ll get out of this city?”

“If you’re sure it’s what you want.”

“Count of three. Eyes closed, no peeking. Thumbs up or down. Ready?” he asked and she grinned despite her tears.

“Ready?”

They closed their eyes. He counted to three, sticking his thumb up the entire time. Opening his eyes, he saw her thumb up as tears were shining in her eyes again. Bumping his knuckles to hers, their thumbs kissed and he smiled.

“So, should we look at some houses now? Or wait until later?”

“Now,” she said, sniffling and reaching for a napkin as she rose from her seat and squished beside him as he reached for the laptop.

“A tub,” she said, as he began to type. “I want a bathroom with a big tub.”

“I already have that as a prerequisite on my mental list,” he said with a smile and a nod. “I know how much you enjoy the one at my apartment, so if I don’t see it in pictures, that’s a hard pass.”

“Seriously?” she asked with a laugh and he nodded.

“Remodeling or renovations is not what I want to be dealing with when it comes to finding a place. We’re looking for a place that’s ready to move into, with no issues. And if it doesn’t have your tub, it’s not worth our time.”

She leaned close and kissed him, a hand gently pressed to his cheek.

“I love you,” she said, kissing him again.

“I love you too. Any other specific requests?” He asked as he pulled back and began typing.

“A yard. A decent sized one. For Ivy and… a dog?”

“A dog?” he asked, looking at her, his fingers pausing on the keyboard.

“Would that be okay? You’re not allergic are you?” she asked.

“I’m not,” he said with a smile.

“So we could get one?”

“I don’t see why not.”

She smiled and then laid her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

“A yard, please. For a dog,” she whispered and he smiled, kissing the top of her head as he began the search to find their new home, when something else occurred to him.

“A fireplace. We need a fireplace for Santa to come down,” he said as she wrapped her arm around his and squeezed gently.

“Yes,” she said, kissing his shoulder. “We definitely need a fireplace.”

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“We’re all so glad you’re coming back, Dane,” Bill said on Saturday, picking her up in a bear hug that made her laugh. “The kids were so happy to hear it last night, they kept asking when Ivy would be coming over.”

“I know,” she said, when he set her down. “Saffy and Delilah were dancing around her when we got here last night, all of them then running off to play, completely forgetting about us.”

“Sounds about right,” Bill said with a laugh. Smiling at Fox, he shook his hand and clasped it with the other. “Good to see you, Fox.”

“And you, Bill.”

“Come on, let’s get going.”

Bill drove them to the nearby coffee shop where they met Carson, one of Bill’s old friends who was a real estate agent. After getting a coffee, they piled into Bill’s truck. Fox took Dana’s hand and squeezed as they listened to Carson describe the homes they would be seeing.

“Most of them are brand new and waiting for the perfect buyer. Bill actually built a lot of them. Or his company did as he’s passed the buck onto his crew and I can’t say I blame him. That’s a younger man’s game,” Carson said and they all laughed.

“My dad was at a few of the builds helping on the weekends,” Bill informed him and Carson shook his head.

“Your dad is a force unknown to others, that’s why.”

“True,” Bill and Dana said together, as they laughed again.

They toured three of the new houses, and while they were all beautiful and ready to move in, they did not exactly meet their personal criteria. Fox could tell Dana was feeling discouraged and he hoped the next house would be better.

“This one,” Carson said as Bill drove. “Was recently renovated. It has four bedrooms, four bathrooms-”

“Oh, the stained glass house,” Bill interrupted with a nod. “Hmm… oh… yeah. Yeah, I think you’ll like this one.”

When they drove up to it, Dana gasped.

“Oh…” she said as they walked up to the front door and reached for Fox’s hand. “Look at that, it’s beautiful.”

At the top of the white front door, there was a rectangular stained glass window with ivy in the corners, that joined together to meet pale pink flowers in the middle.

“Ivy on the door,” Dana had whispered, squeezing his hand. “I think that’s a sign.”

“I think it just might be,” he responded, knowing for certain when the door opened and Dana gasped again, holding his hand tightly.

“Oh,” she said, stepping into the entryway and seeing the built-in bench and space for coats. “I know it’s just the entryway, but Bill, I think you’re right. I do like it.” He smiled at her as they continued inside.

The floor plan was open and airy, walls recently removed to make it so. A small room off the living room would be perfect for his office. The main bedroom, kitchen, laundry room, full guest bathroom, and large living room were on the first floor. The remaining three bedrooms, plus a bonus living area, were upstairs. Two of the bedrooms shared a bathroom- Jack and Jill style. The other room had its own full bathroom attached to it.

“I need to see the yard,” Dana said, letting out a deep breath. “It can’t be this perfect. There has to be a catch.”

“Well,” Bill said, laughing as she started to run down the stairs and they followed after her.

“Oh…” Dana said as she opened the door and stepped onto the deck. “It’s… it’s so…”

“Perfect,” Fox said, looking at the string lights hanging overhead and imagining sitting under them on his outdoor furniture, perhaps with a small fire pit as well.

“Ivy will love it,” Dana said, stepping down the stairs and walking around the high fenced yard.

“Look at this tree. It’s like it was meant for a little treehouse. Something we can…” She turned around and looked at Fox. “I want this house. Tub, yard, and a fireplace.” She ticked off the small list of wants and smiled. “Stained glass ivy on the door.”

He smiled back and looked at Carson, who smiled back with a nod.

Mountains of paperwork were signed, negotiations made, inspections arranged and passed. When the green light came in quickly, as a large upfront payment was always appreciated, they purchased their new house with only two weeks to go before their wedding.

When they took the train up to sign the last of the paperwork, pick up the keys, and walk through the empty house one more time before beginning their move, Ivy ran around upstairs, shouting with happiness.

She had picked out her room the first time she came to see it and asked if the walls could be pink instead of white. A call to Bill, had led to a call to Maggie, who said it would be taken care of before they moved in, whatever shade of pink Ivy wanted.

“Grandma will paint my room!” she called out and Fox and Dana laughed as they watched her from downstairs.

Dana took his hand and squeezed, looking at him, but saying nothing. He smiled and squeezed back, sighing contentedly.

“Will it be done before we move our stuff here?” Ivy asked, breathing hard as she stopped running and looked down at them, holding onto the white railing spindles. “Will it be pink before we move up here?”

“It will,” Dana said, smiling up at her. “Grandma will see to it. We just need to tell her the exact color you want. We’ll pick it out tomorrow and tell her.”

“Yay!” Ivy shouted, running back and forth again.

“Ahh, to have the energy of a six year old,” Fox said and Dana laughed, squeezing his hand again and then letting go.

“You ready?” she asked and he nodded.

They would be moving in next week, but for the moment, to mark the occasion and show it was truly theirs, they had each brought one thing to leave behind.

“Ivy, honey?” Dana called up and Ivy came to the railing again, breathing hard.

“Yes, Mommy?”

“We’re going to join everyone for dinner soon. We need to put out the things we brought to christen the house as ours before we do, so let’s do it now.”

“Okay!”

She ran to the stairs and then sat on her bottom, sliding down the slightly curved carpeted staircase. Fox laughed and Dana shook her head with a smile when Ivy stood up and grinned at them.

“That was fun!”

“I’m sure it was,” he said. “Come on, wild girl.”

He took her hand and they walked to the entryway where he took his item from a shopping bag.

“My dad always had his winter coat hanging in our entryway,” he said, hanging his black coat on a hook. “Sometimes he’d put candy in the pockets. Or money. But we had to remember to check. Samantha and I would race to see who got to it first, but there was always something for both of us. I’d like to do the same with my coat hanging here.” He looked at Dana and then Ivy. “Like a… pocket mailbox.”

“Fox,” Dana said, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I love that idea.”

“Me too,” Ivy said, looking at his coat. “Is there anything in there now?”

He shrugged with a smile and she grinned as she leapt forward to search the pockets.

“Ahh!” she shouted, pulling a lollipop from one pocket and a pink heart shaped piece of paper from the other. She stared at them and then looked at Dana. “Can I have the lollipop?”

“Of course you can,” Dana said with a quiet laugh.

“You can have Fox’s heart,” Ivy said, handing her the pink paper heart. Opening the lollipop, she put it into her mouth.

“Yes, you can,” Fox said to Dana, winking at her as she slipped the piece of paper into her pocket.

“Better than a lollipop any day,” she said, stepping closer to him to give him a kiss.

“Hmm,” he hummed, kissing her again. “Your turn.”

They all walked to the large built-in bookcase by the living room and Dana took her collection of Ella’s books from her bag. Standing them lovingly and carefully, she smiled at Fox.

“The trip to the bookshop and you sharing these books… that was the turning point. The slow moving turning point, because I definitely fought it,” she said and he smiled. “But being in there, sharing our love for books even further…” She shook her head and gently stroked the spines of the books. “These are something I will always treasure and I wanted them to be the first thing of mine in our home.”

“I love it,” Fox said and Ivy nodded, though he wondered how much she truly understood. “Well, that leaves you, Miss Ivy. What did you bring?”

She grinned and pulled her lollipop from her mouth. Handing it to him, she turned around and ran upstairs.

“Oh, I guess I’m holding this,” he said in surprise, looking down at the lollipop as Dana chuckled.

“Just be glad it wasn’t gum,” she said and he chuckled as he nodded.

Ivy came out of her room, ran to the stairs and slid down them again, her small unicorn backpack in her hands.

“Is that how you’re planning to always come down the stairs?” Dana asked and Ivy nodded.

“Yup! It’s very fun. And fast,” Ivy said, grinning at them.

“Can’t say I blame you,” Fox laughed, offering her lollipop to her, but she shook her head.

“I have the thing I want to leave here in my backpack, but you have to close your eyes and wait here,” Ivy said, looking from one to the other. “Close your eyes.”

“Okay,” Dana said and Fox nodded as he closed his eyes, covering them with his unoccupied hand.

“Don’t peek!” Ivy shouted, and he heard her running quickly from the room.

“Hmm,” Fox said, taking his hand off his eyes, but keeping them closed as he reached out blindly for Dana’s hand. Finding her doing the same, their hands met halfway. “What do you suppose she’s doing?”

“No idea,” she said, chuckling as she interlocked their fingers. “But she left her lollipop behind. It’s pretty serious.”

He chuckled and squeezed her fingers as he held the lollipop in his other hand.

“Okay!” Ivy called. “I’m ready, but you have to keep your eyes closed. I’ll bring you to it.”

She took Dana’s hand and they all laughed as they went where Ivy led them, shuffling along slowly.

“Stop! But don’t open your eyes yet,” Ivy said and they stopped, Dana squeezing his hand as they waited patiently.

“Okay,” Ivy said softly. “You can look now.”

Opening their eyes, it took a second to focus on what they were supposed to be seeing. But then, Dana let go of his hand and walked toward the dishwasher with a slight sob as she looked at the picture that had been placed there.

“It’s us, Mommy. See? You and me and Fox. It’s us at the new house, standing in front of the ivy door. It’s all of us as a family. We’re going to be a family here now.”

“Ivy,” Dana said, reaching for her as she cried and he stepped forward to look at the picture she had drawn of the three of them, laying the lollipop on the counter.

Ivy was standing in the middle, holding both of their hands, all of them beaming. The ivy door could be seen behind them, the pink flowers a perfect match to the real stained glass.

“You brought magnets with you,” Fox said, kneeling down to look closer at the picture, amazed at her foresight to bring them.

“I couldn’t find the tape,” Ivy explained and he laughed quietly as he shook his head. “Grandma’s dishwasher has magnets on them, so I thought it might work here too. Do you like it?”

“Oh, Ivy… I love it,” he said, looking at her and smiling. “It’s a beautiful picture.”

“It’s what I wished for on my birthday. I can tell you my wish now because it came true.”

“You… wished for a house?” Dana asked through her tears.

“No. I wished for us to be a family together. To live together as a family. I wished for it two times on my birthday. At home and then when we were at grandma’s house.”

“Ivy,” Fox said, completely shocked as he reached for her and pulled her close, crying quietly as he held her. Dana’s arms went around both of them as she also cried, thanking Ivy for her wish and the beautiful picture she had drawn of them to show how her wish had come true.

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June 7th

11:30 a.m.

Fox stared at his reflection in the hotel room mirror and he shook his head as he exhaled deeply.

“Why is this so hard? It’s like I’ve never worn a tie before,” he muttered as he untied his tie for the third time and hung his head as he closed his eyes.

A knock sounded at the door and he let out a sigh of relief thinking it was Samantha, having forgotten her key. Hurrying to the door, he flung it open, prepared to ask for her help.

But it was not Samantha, it was Dana’s mother.

“Maggie,” he said in surprise.

“Fox. May I come in?” she asked with a smile, holding a small plastic container that held his boutonnière.

“Of course,” he said, opening the door wider and letting her enter.

“Samantha is helping Ivy with her dress, so I offered to bring you your boutonnière.”

“Oh, thank you,” he said. “If you leave it on the table, I can-”

“Would you mind if I put it on for you?” she asked softly, smiling kindly at him. “And maybe I could help with your tie?”

“You don’t have to do that. Samantha is…” He stopped speaking and took a deep breath as he realized what exactly it was that Maggie was offering him. Swallowing hard, he nodded slowly. “I… I’d like that.” She smiled as she set the boutonnière on the table and walked over to him.

“My father always wore a tie to work,” she said as she reached for his tie and he felt a lump lodge itself in his throat. “He showed me how to do it one day and then insisted I do it every morning, always patient when I would get it wrong. He said I would need to know how to do it in order to help my own husband one day. Well…” She chuckled and he forced a smile, his emotions near the surface. “Imagine his surprise when I married a man who has worn a tie only a handful of times in his entire life. A man who prefers to wear flannel shirts and jeans everyday. He has no need for ties, but I’m glad to have learned how to do it anyway.” She chuckled and he exhaled with a soft smile as she tapped the knot she had made. “There. How’s that?”

He stepped past her and looked in the mirror, nodding with extreme relief.

“It’s perfect. Thank you so much, Maggie.”

“Of course, dear. Now, we just need to pin your boutonnière onto your jacket. Slip it on and we’ll get that taken care of.”

He hurried to do her bidding, taking his black jacket from the chair and sliding it on.

“Hmm,” she hummed as she smoothed the back down and then adjusted the lapels. “It’s a very handsome suit and you wear it very well.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, swallowing hard once again.

“I know you know about… Jordan,” she said as she took from his jacket pocket, the folded white pocket square that matched Dana’s dress. “I hated what he did to my girl. To both of them.” She arranged the pocket square and then placed it back into his pocket, fussing with it a bit more until it was just right. “I wasn’t sure she would ever find someone deserving of her. Someone who loved and appreciated Ivy. But…” She smiled at him and patted his chest, turning to pick up the container holding the boutonnière.

He stood still, trying not to cry, thinking of his own mother doing this for him. What she would have said to him in this private moment. How much she would have loved Dana and Ivy, doting on them both and spoiling Ivy with gifts and treats every time she saw her. He let out a shaky breath, tears filling his eyes despite his best efforts to stop them.

“Here, dear,” Maggie said softly and she handed him a few tissues.

Taking them from her with a nod, he wiped his eyes, blew his nose, and then wiped his eyes again.

“Would you rather do it yourself?” Maggie asked just as softly, holding the boutonnière in her hand. “Or wait for your sister?”

“No,” he said in a raspy voice. Clearing his throat, he took a deep breath and shook his head. “I’d like you to do it, please.” She smiled and nodded, stepping closer to him.

She did not speak as she pinned the boutonnière to his lapel and for that he was thankful. Sniffling and wiping at his eyes, he drew in another deep breath.

“There,” she whispered when she was finished, stepping back slightly and patting his chest again. “It looks great.”

“Thank you, Maggie,” he whispered, sniffing again.

“Thank you, Fox. For loving my girls and bringing them back home,” she said, placing a hand on his cheek. “I’m so happy you’re part of our family.”

“Me too,” he whispered and she smiled, patting his cheek gently.

The door beeped and then opened, both of them turning to see Samantha standing there. She smiled and Maggie dropped her hand from his face. Squeezing his arm, she smiled at him again.

“That’s my cue to go see how things are going. See you out there soon, Fox.”

“Maggie,” he said, bending to kiss her cheek. “Thank you again.”

“Of course, dear.” She patted his arm and walked past him, squeezed Samantha’s arm, and left the room.

Exhaling a long breath, he looked at Samantha and knew at that moment that she had sent Maggie to him. There was nothing that needed to be done with Ivy’s dress. She had sent Maggie to him because she knew he needed her there.

“Sammy,” he breathed and she came to him, taking his hands and squeezing. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, brother,” she whispered, their foreheads touching as they each drew in a breath. Squeezing his hands again, she pulled back and smiled at him. “You ready?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then let’s get this show on the road,” she let go of his hands and began running through the checklist of items they needed. He nodded to each one and she grinned. “Let’s go get you married.”

He laughed and nodded, exhaling once again.

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Walking out from a side door with Samantha, his best woman, he let out a deep breath as he stood beside the wedding officiant. Everyone seated looked at them, smiling happily. Trying to smile back, he suddenly felt incredibly nervous and anxious.

“It’s okay,” Samantha whispered, the backs of her fingers brushing his, her pinky locking with his for a quick second. “Breathe, Fox. We can’t have you fainting on us.”

And that was enough to ease his anxiety. Picturing himself falling face first to the ground, everyone gathering around and worrying over him, made him want to laugh. Glancing at Sam quickly, she smiled and nodded, all of his nervousness gone.

Music began to play and his attention was drawn to the back of the room, his heart beginning to beat faster.

Melissa, Dana’s matron of honor, entered the room from his left and paused at the end of the aisle before continuing down. She winked at him as she then stood to his right, holding a small bouquet of long stemmed gerbera daisies.

Ivy, in a dress with a pink bodice and a light pastel rainbow full skirt, her hair pulled halfway back in an intrinsic braid, the rest of it in loose curls, came down the aisle next. Holding tight to her golden flower basket, with rainbow ribbons woven through it, a special small seat created by Maggie on which Pandy was secured so as not to miss out on the activities, Ivy grinned and fairly skipped as she dropped silk flower petals onto the ground.

She smiled with excitement when she reached the front, standing beside Melissa and glancing often at Fox who winked at her with a grin.

When Dana entered the room and stood with her father at the end of the aisle, everyone rose to their feet, and Fox drew in a breath.

In a simple, yet elegant white dress, her hair done in an elaborate side knot near her neck with stray pieces curling loosely around it, she beamed as they seemed to float down the aisle. Her eyes on him and him alone, made his heart race and his mouth go dry.

She handed Melissa her bouquet of flowers and then took his hands in hers, her eyes shining as she smiled. The officiant began to speak, but Fox did not hear a word, his thoughts and attention on Dana only.

“Fox,” Samantha hissed behind him and he blinked. Dana bit her lip as she smiled and he knew he had missed something.

“Sorry,” he whispered and Dana squeezed his hands as he heard laughter from the guests.

“I asked if you came here today of your own free will and without reservation,” the officiant said with a smile.

“No. No reservations,” he said, smiling at Dana.

“Me either,” she said, glancing at the officiant and then looking back at Fox. “No reservations.” He grinned at her and she smiled back.

Again, he heard nothing until Dana’s eyes widened and she cut her eyes to the officiant.

“I’m sorry,” he said and another chuckle was heard.

“Did you have something you wanted to share?” the officiant asked.

“Yes,” Fox said, nodding at Dana and licking his lips. “Dana, I told you before that I never expected this to be my journey. Never thought I’d be here. But then… I walked into a diner and saw your crooked apron bow and heard you laugh, and I was gone.” He smiled as she drew in a deep breath, tears filling her eyes. “It was meant to be. A part of the journey I didn’t even know about yet- to spend the rest of my life loving you.”

“Dana?” the officiant said, smiling as he looked from Fox to her.

She let go of Fox’s hands and accepted a tissue from Melissa to wipe her eyes before she drew in a deep breath, took his hands again, and began to speak.

“Fox,” she said, shaking her head. “My life plan did not include you. Did not include so much. But… plans don’t stay the way we feel they should. Sometimes it’s bad, but sometimes it’s good. So very good.” She smiled and shook her head again. “I’m beyond happy you came into the diner. Into my life, to join me on my path. On our path.” She glanced at Ivy, who was touching the ribbons on her basket, and she smiled. “Our lives will be much better with you by our side.”

He grinned at her and then Samantha was handing him Dana’s ring and he was placing it onto her finger, his hands shaking as he promised to love and honor her all the days of his life.

She smiled, tears shining in her eyes, as she then placed his ring onto his finger and repeated the same promise.

“By the giving and exchanging of rings, the promise to one another in their vows, and the power vested in me-”

“Here it comes!” Ivy said in an excited squeaky voice, interrupting the officiant.

Fox and Dana both looked at her with a smile as everyone laughed. Her basket was hanging on her arm and she held Pandy in her hands, close to her face, her smile and excitement infectious.

“Well,” the officiant said with a chuckle. “Not wanting to keep anyone waiting… by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Fox leaned in, pressing his lips to Dana’s and kissing her softly. As everyone clapped and shouted, it was Ivy’s shout of happiness that was the loudest in the room and heard above all others.

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Fox took Dana and Ivy by the hand, leading them to the table where the marriage license was to be signed. Melissa, Samantha, and the officiant had just signed it and now it was time for him and Dana to add their signatures.

But there was something he needed to do first.

“Ivy?” he asked, stopping at the table. “Do you remember what we talked about a few days ago? How your mommy and I have to sign a licensed document in order to be married?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“And you remember what else we’ve talked about a few times, about me adopting you?”

“That when you adopt me, you’ll be my really daddy,” she said with a smile.

“That’s right,” he said, grinning at her. “Well, in order for me to adopt you, Mommy and I have to be married.”

“And now you are married!” she said with a smile.

“Right again,” he said, smiling back at her. “So, I wanted you to be here when Mommy and I add our signatures to the marriage license because then-”

“What’s a signature?”

“It’s like this,” he said, reaching for the marriage license and squatting down to hand it to her, showing her where the other signatures were already written. “This is your auntie’s, my sister’s, and the officiant’s. Writing it this way is called a signature and putting it on a document is important and serious. It means that the people who signed it today agree that Mommy and I should be married.”

She touched the names, tracing the inked signatures and she nodded.

“It’s like a promise,” she said softly and he grinned.

“That’s exactly what it is,” he agreed and she smiled.

“You promise to be married and to love Mommy.”

He looked up at Dana, her eyes wet and a hand covering her mouth, and he nodded.

“I do promise that, Ivy. I promise it to Mommy and to you,” he said, looking back at Ivy. “I promise to always love your mommy and to love you. I love you both so very much.”

She put the license back on the table and wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled as he pulled her close to him and closed his eyes as he let out a deep breath.

“I love you too, Fox. I promise to love you forever, with all of my heart.”

“Oh, Ivy,” he said shakily, squeezing her even tighter. “I promise with all of my heart too.” He heard Dana choke back a sob and he looked up at her, his own eyes wet with tears.

When Ivy pulled back, she smiled and he laughed softly. Kissing her forehead, he stood up and clapped his hands once.

“Okay, let’s sign this license!” he said.

Dana signed first, Ivy standing on a chair and watching as she did. Fox was next and when he was done, he looked at Ivy, who grinned at him.

“Now, there are two more things to sign,” he said, taking an envelope from his inside jacket pocket. “One is the official adoption document and the other is one that I made for us to all sign, even you Ivy.”

“I don’t know how to do the signature like you and Mommy did.”

“That’s okay. I can show you. It’s pretty simple.”

He laid the one he had made onto the table and unfolded it.

“Can you read this one to me?” he asked her.

“I know some of the words,” she said. “But not all of them. Can you read it instead?”

“I can,” he said, taking her hand and then Dana’s as he began to read the paragraph. “Today, we become a family. We did not start out on this journey together, but we met along the way and have decided to continue on it together. We promise to love each other, talk about our feelings, be kind, adventurous, silly, and loving. We will always be a family and by signing our names below, we make it official.” He looked at Ivy and smiled. “It’s a promise to always be a family and be together. Will you sign it, Miss Ivy?”

“Yes, but you have to help me.”

And he did, showing her how, and then guiding her hand until it read Ivy Scully on the paper. He added his own name and then Dana added hers along with the date.

“Two Scullys and a Mulder,” he said, grinning at them. “That would be a good band name.” Dana laughed and Ivy smiled.

“Okay, now it’s time to sign this one, the one we send away to the state and then it becomes official and true that we are a family. Once I sign this paper, I will be stating that I want to be your daddy.”

“My really daddy,” she corrected him softly.

“Your really daddy, yes,” he said, kissing her head. “I love you, Ivy.”

“I love you too, Fox.”

“Ready?” She nodded and reached for his hand. He grasped it as he picked up the pen and took a deep breath before letting it out.

He located the places he needed to sign his name and add any initials. Adding the date, he signed once more. Setting the pen down, he smiled and looked at Ivy expecting to see a matching smile, but instead he saw silent tears running down her face.

“Ivy…” he said, letting go of her hand and wrapping his arms around her. She cried as she clung to him and he said nothing, simply let her cry.

When she calmed, she pulled back and looked at him. Touching his cheeks, he waited for her to speak, not wanting to push her.

“You’re my daddy now,” she whispered. “I love you, Daddy.”

“Oh, Ivy,” he said, tears filling his eyes. “I love you too.”

He pulled her close again and reached for Dana, who was also crying. The three of them held each other, crying and then laughing at their tears.

“We’re a family now,” Ivy said. “A really family.”

“That we are, my love,” Dana said, smiling at Fox, who was unable to speak past the large lump that resided in his throat. “That we are.”

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Six months later

Fox laughed as he typed, shaking his head at the direction the story had taken.

“And the secret was finally revealed, Ollie the Octopus was actually Queen Ophelia from the Aquamarine Kingdom,” he said softly as he typed.

A mug slid into his line of vision and he turned to see Dana standing beside him with a smile.

“Hey,” he said as she set the mug down onto his desk. “Thank you.”

“You’ve been busy in here,” she said, leaning against the side of the desk and looking at the screen. “What? Ollie is actually the queen? Oh, I didn’t see that coming.”

“Me either!” he said happily. “Isn’t it great? Ivy said it last night and my mouth dropped open. I think she’s had this planned from the beginning, but kept it very tightly under wraps.”

“Sounds like she’s been spending time with a writer,” Dana chuckled.

“Hmm,” he hummed with a smile, looking at her as he leaned back in his chair. “Where are you off to looking so beautiful?”

“Beautiful?” she scoffed, looking down at her clothes. “I’m wearing jeans and a sweater.”

“Mmhmm,” he said, reaching for her and pulling her onto his lap. “Like I said, beautiful.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, kissing him, her arms wrapping around his neck. “Thank you, first of all.” He chuckled as they kissed again. “Second, I’m going to lunch with mom and then we’re meeting up with Missy to do some birthday and Christmas shopping.”

“That’s right.” He smiled at her, rubbing his thumb along the bit of revealed skin where her sweater lifted in the back.

“You’re still good to get Ivy from school?” she asked, her fingernails scratching gently at his neck.

“Mmm, yeah,” he said, closing his eyes and exhaling, pulling her closer.

“Fox,” she said warningly and he opened his eyes.

“What?”

“You know exactly what,” she said, kissing him quickly and rising from his lap with a smile.

“To be continued then,” he said and she laughed softly.

“Yeah. To be continued…” she said, kissing him again, a hand on his cheek. “And you wonder where Ivy gets her storytelling skills.” She looked at the computer and nodded.

“Nah… she’s always had a great imagination. I’ve just added to it with my own ideas.”

“This is true. You two have compiled quite a story. I love that you write it down every day so you can look at it each night, keeping the storyline straight.”

“Not like that series we watched last week?” he teased and she put her hands up as she shook her head.

“Don’t even get me started on all the plot holes in that series.”

“But you still want to finish it?” he asked with a laugh.

“We have two episodes left. Do you seriously expect me to not watch it? To not finish that hot mess so I can laugh at it later?”

“No, I don’t,” he laughed again, knowing her well.

“If you and Ivy had been in charge of that show, it would have been much better,” she said with a smile. “Okay. I gotta get going. You have fun adding to the story. I’ll pick up dinner and see you both later.”

“Sounds good, hon. Have fun. Say hi to your mom and Missy for me.”

“I will, love. Bye.” She kissed him one last time and started to walk out of the room.

“See ya, beautiful,” he said, turning in his chair to watch her walk away. She looked over her shoulder with a wink and then she was gone.

He smiled as he turned around again and looked at the computer screen. Clicking the home button, he went to the very beginning of the story that he and Ivy had started months ago and began to read it for at least the twentieth time.

“Nope, no plot holes here,” he chuckled as he read about kingdoms of animals who worked together, sometimes plotted against one another, and then made peace when things went awry.

“Huh,” he said, leaning in and reading more intently, thinking of the sketchbook somewhere in Ivy’s room that held the drawings that they had made of the characters.

“Huh,” he said again as he got up and went up to her room to find it.

Hazel, the three year old golden and white springer spaniel they had adopted from a shelter two months ago, was asleep on the foot of Ivy’s bed and he smiled at the sight of her.

She was a sweet little dog who had caught their eye, her whole body wiggling with excitement when Ivy had approached her kennel.

“Oh… there’s a cat in there too!” Ivy had exclaimed when she looked closer. “Why is there a cat too?”

“They were surrendered together,” a volunteer had informed them. “The woman who owned them had a stroke and was unable to care for them any longer. Her children didn’t want the responsibility of an animal, much less two, so they brought them here. We’ve tried to put them in separate areas, but Hazel stops eating and Willow, the cat there, cries and cries unless she’s with Hazel. So, we let them be together and everyone is happy.”

“So they need to be adopted together?” Fox had asked, his heart aching as he had looked at the animals.

Hazel had been licking Ivy’s fingers through the chain link fence, whining as she tried to get closer. Willow, the small black and white cat, had gotten up and stretched, coming over to also receive pets, pressing her head against the fence.

“Yeah, they do,” the volunteer had said with a sigh. “I can’t imagine how they would get on if they were separated. Both of them are incredibly sweet, as you can see, but not everyone wants the responsibility of two animals.”

“We’ll take them,” Dana had said, taking Fox’s hand and squeezing it. “We’ll take them today if we can.”

“Let’s see what we can do,” the volunteer had said, smiling happily as she walked away and Ivy had laughed when Hazel had barked and wiggled excitedly.

“They can’t be separated,” Fox had whispered, looking at the animals, but thinking of himself and Samantha.

“And they won’t be,” Dana had said, squeezing his hand again. “We leave with both today, or we keep coming back until we do.”

He had pulled her to him and whispered his thanks and love, kissing her head as he had released a deep breath.

Two hours later, after spending time with Hazel and Willow, speaking to the supervisor, filling out paperwork and paying the adoption fees, they had left with both animals.

Stopping at the pet store, Dana had stayed in the car with Willow while Fox and Ivy had taken Hazel into the shop to pick out whatever toys she wanted, and pick up supplies for both animals.

Once home, they had all adjusted quite well. Hazel loved the yard, running around and around as she had chased after Ivy, whom she adored. Willow had been content with finding places to nap throughout the day, coming around for attention when she wanted it, her purr loud as she cuddled close.

When Ivy was in school, Hazel could often be found laying on her bed, watching out the window and awaiting her return.

“Hazy Hazel,” he said softly, giving her a pet and rubbing her silky ears. “Just waiting for our girl?” Hazel licked his fingers, but did not stir further. “Yeah, I know. She’ll be home soon, I promise. Now I need to find that book.” A final pat and he turned around looking for the sketchbook.

Finding it under a book about dragons and unicorns, he thumbed through it as he hurriedly walked back to his office.

Reading the story again as he looked at the corresponding drawings, an idea began to form and he grinned.

He would have to ask Ivy and Dana first, see what they had to say, but as the idea grew and took on a life of his own, he opened up his email and began a new message to his agent.

Susan,

Had an idea for a story, something different than what I usually write. Not sure just yet how it will go, but I had to tell someone. Not even sure if it will work, but really hoping it can.

Fox

Pressing send, he leaned back and ran a hand across his mouth. Laughing, he shook his head and spun the chair around in a circle.

Willow ran into the room, the bell on her purple collar jingling quietly. Fox smiled as she jumped onto the desk and blinked her bright green eyes, purring loudly.

“Willowy Willow. Been sleeping the day away and now it’s time for some love?” he asked, scratching under her chin as she closed her eyes and leaned into his hand. “Yeah… you know how to do things right. You-”

A ding sounded and he looked at his email, finding a response from Susan.

“Well, that was fast,” he said as he stopped petting Willow and clicked on it.

Fox,

I have come to expect nothing but the unexpected from you. When you have it figured out, send me some pages.

Susan

“Yes!” he said with an excited laugh. Glancing at the clock, he saw he had two and half hours before he would need to pick up Ivy.

“Okay,” he said with a nod. “Okay, Willow, let’s see what we can do.”

Willow lay on the long desk, twitching her tail and then eventually falling asleep as he edited, copied and pasted, scanned images and added them into the documents, until it was a rough assembly of an illustrated book. He saved the document one last time and made sure his tablet was fully charged.

Giving Willow a quick pet and a kiss, he called for Hazel who came hurrying down the stairs, wiggling happily. Grabbing her leash, his coat and backpack, they ran out the door.

Hazel secured in the backseat, they started toward Ivy’s school.

He hoped that once he showed Ivy how amazing the story looked, she would love the idea of creating a real book that others could also enjoy.

Grinning, he turned the music up in the car and sang along as he drove to pick up his little girl with the big imagination.

#the x files #xf fanfic #msr #alternate universe #modern setting #christmas #fluff #happiness #plans for the future #love and happiness #kissing #hugging #family

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equallyshaw · 2 years

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Don’t forget about me - ethan edwards.

Warnings: apparent self esteem issues. anxiety. depression, a few swear words.

Word Count: 2.2k +

I haven't seen Eddy since he left for umich a year ago almost. After graduation from highschool, we promised to keep in touch with one another but that didn't happen. Once he left, he slowly stopped talking to me. You know, I kind of figured it but didn't think it would actually happen. He has been my best friend since we were both in diapers, growing up next door to one another solidified that. However, the videos and images I saw on social media told me everything I needed to know. I wasn't good enough, I wasn't the ideal girl he wanted. So I slowly stopped checking every day for Instagram posts, snapchats, texts..anything. Mid way through our freshman year, I took a trip down from Toronto where I was studying, to see my older brother play against umich in the frozen four. He was excited for me and the fam to come down and spend some time with him. It was not everyday, we got to see one another since he played for U of Denver. We were now getting off the plane, and he promised he would pick us up. My parents and I flew down the morning (very early redeye) to Boston.

I was grabbing my luggage when I saw that dumb face of his and swiflty moved to go greet him. He saw me and smiled widely, opening his arms widely for me and picking me up. "Took you guys long enough!" He huffed as he set me back down, which made me playfully hit his chest. "Yeah yeah buddy." I grinned, shaking my head. My parents greeted my older brother and then the four of us made our way out of the airport. "Coffee anybody?" He mused, already knowing the answer. We all pestered him as we made our way to the car. "So who are you playing next?" I questioned, knowing the tournament was well underway. "Umich." He said looking across to me from the drivers seat. I nodded buckling up and trying to not let that get to me. It wasn't worth dwelling over, and thankgoodness we were getting coffee- cuz I for sure needed it.

We got our coffees and headed back to the hotel, which was situated across the street from the one that held all the players for the tournament. We checked in, setting our bags down and chilling for a second. My brother Lane and I laid out on my bed and chatted for a bit, "Is he playing?" I questioned already knowing the answer. He audibly sighed, alerting me of the answer. "Great. Time to get the band back together." I joked, sitting up and going to my suitcase to get a workout outfit ready. "Well go hang out with mom and dad or teammates, im gonna go workout." I stated walking into the bathroom. I quickly got changed, and walked back out to an empty room. I sat down on the bed and internally kicked myself. God, why did I have to be so hooked on him. Oh wait, I shamelessly have had like a crush on him my whole life. How could I not? He was the human form of a golden retriever and I loved that. He was always there for me, no matter what. Which made me curious of what he was up to now on social media, but I resisted looking. It was not worth it. He was not worth it. I grabbed my headphones and headed down to the gym that the hotel had. I walked in there to a few people, and ofcourse one of them looked familiar. It looked like Mr.Edwards, and I internally groaned. Great, I won't forget about him like I had wanted to. I could get the feeling of being watched as I did my 20 minute workout, which was more than enough time to destress. My brother was hitting me up about god knows what, and how he wanted to go to dinner after the game that evening. "If I don't have to pay, im there lol" I repsonded hopping off the treadmill before walking out. Or atleast trying too. I was stopped by the one and only Mr.Edwards. "Mr.Edwards, hi! How are you doing?" I questioned, plastering a fake smile. He smiled back, giving me a hug. "Good good, please say hello to your parents for me! Haven't seent them in a while." He smiled and I nodded before heading towards the elevator.

I leaned against the wall and it took my up to the floor right below me so somebody could get on. I was too busy to notice who got on the elevator before they spoke to me, "Vic?" The voice asked with curiosity. I looked away from my phone and looked up to Ethan himself. I sighed, going back to my phone and adjusting my airpods before walking out of the elevator. He didn't deserve my time when he was the one who stopped talking to. God, he looked so good though. His time at Umich had been serving him well, and all I wanted to do was hug him and catch up like no time had passed. Yet, he would not get off that easily. As I slipped into my room and slid down the door, staring at the furthest wall I cried. I cried about how he threw away our whole childhood. But maybe it was out of conveniance? Just because we lived next door to one another, I certaintly did not measure up to who he hanged out with now. I never had and never would. He had confirmed my worst fears, that I was forgettable. Because he forgot about me.

It was a few hours later that I was laying with Lane on my bed, talking about the game that was coming up in a few hours. "I saw Ethan today. In the elevator and Mr edwards in the gym..do mom and dad not talk to them anymore?" I questioned sensing a change in demanor from him, and I gave him a look of curiosity. He nodded, "Yeah once they heard that he stopped talking to you, they were upset. Just because that is so unlike Ethan. So they questioned the Edwards about it and obviously, they are gonna defend there son so they stopped talking to them. They were upset that he basically turned his back on you out of nowehere, after everything you guys had been through." He explained and I nodded, swallowing hard. My heartbeat grew faster as I took in the information he had given me. He could sense the change in my anxiety and pulled me in closer. Lane and I had always been super close with it just being the two of us. So when he went off to college, Ethan and me had become even closer. Ethan knew my deepest and darkest secrets, and to abruptly stopped talking to me, almost killed me. 20 years of friendship, was seemingly nothing to him.

My mom, dad and I walked into the arena and looked around at the crowd that had formed for this game. Two big names, meant a lot of people. I turned and saw a teammates sister and I waved as she waved me over towards the glass so we could watch warmups up close. My parents made there way to the family and friends section, as I went over towards the glass. I sighed, catching the eyes of the opposing team but looked away quickly. So those were the dudes who were friends with Ethan, who made sure to capture anything and everything he did. I could blame them, but where would that get me? Nowwhere. Lane bumped the glass, before throwing a puck over to me and I caught it with ease and showed the other teammates sister, Lyla. "So. Ethan can't help but stare." She said looking past me and I shrugged looking back up at my brothers team. "Well, to be fair, he hasn't seen me since July. His loss." I exclaimed non chalantly and she gave me a soft smile. "Hun, I know you can't stop thinking about him." She said and I whipped my head towards her. "No, I don't." The lie slipped from my throat before I could catch it. She gave me a knowing look, before waving at the other team. Most likely Ethan. "Babe, I know you still have a thing for him. Ive known you two since we were all 9 years old when I unfortuntly moved in down the street. Im not an idiot and nor are your families." She exasperated and I shook my head. "Well, nothing will ever happen now because he stopped talking to me. Not the other way around. No matter." I paused thinking back to when Lane left for college. I had a really bad episode of depression that had been brewing for years beforehand, and with Lane leaving- I slipped badly and ended up going to treatment. Ethan was there when I went in and visited me 3 times a week, while I was there for a month. That was the very moment when I knew I loved him, more than a friend but I always thought he was just being a good friend. "No matter our history, he fucked up and I am not going to grab at anything that isn't there." I confidently stated before turning around and walking towards the section where my parents were. I kept my gaze and glare away from the umich side as I turned to walk up the steps. My mom wrapped an arm around me as I sat down, knowing my anxiety was going to be bad.

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Lane and his team beat umich. I gazed over towards the opposing team and took in there defeated looks and no doubt mental bullying sessions going on within each player. I caught the eye of Ethan and gave a small smile before I turned towards my parents, about to leave. Even though I may have some hard feelings towards Ethan, I still felt bad. It's just who I am, I couldn't help it.

We made it back to the hotel, and I settled into my nightly skincare routine after ordering some froyo from the room service menu. I texted my brother back, asking me if I wanted to go out to dinner with the guys and some of the other sibilings and I respectfully declined. I sighed, hearing knocks on my door. Probably my dad, asking me about something stupid. "Coming!" I yelled, turning off the bathroom light. I opened the door without looking first, and came face to face with Ethan. I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it. "I fucked up, I know that. And you have no right to forgive me or listen to me. But I hope you do. I believe our friendship deserves that." He paused, gaging my reaction. I swallowed, before opening the door further and userhing him in. "You have five minutes, go." I exclaimed and he nodded as I sat down on my bed. "I fucked up, I should have never stopped talking to you. In all honestly I got so busy with school and friends and hockey that I was too exhausted to form any coherent sentance with you. As well as thinking that- that you didn't want to talk to me becaue you had met so many people and I could see from your insta that these people got you more than I did and I felt like I couldn't measure up and I was fucking hurting because all I wanted was my best friend it seemed like I didn't have you anymore." He rasped, finally looking at me deeping in my eyes. I could feel the salty tears brimming my eyes, "You always had me Eth. Always. Just because I made new friends, doesn't mean that you could ever be replaced. Besides, that is how I felt about you. Every other weekend you were at some party while I was in my dorm room or library studying. It made me realize of how vastly different we were, so I thought that I didn't measure up to you. You didn't realize how hurt I was because of it. It got really dark there for a while before I started to move on. I love you Eth, I could never forget about you or blatantly stop talking to you. I just can't." I confessed and he smiled softly. "I love you too, and I only realized that when we stopped talking." He said sitting down next to me. He grabbed ahold of my hands, "I realized when you visited me in the hospital. It was such a dark time but you were my light and literal golden retriever." I mused wiping a stray tear. He smiled, wiping another that had pooled out.

"I was so scared and then my parents stopped talking to your parents and I thought you were gone forever. I thought everything had been burned." He confessed softly, and I nodded. "You love me." I whispered, and he smiled with a glint of excitement in his eyes. He nodded, pushing some hair behind my ear and began to lean in. "I do." He whispered before planting his lips on mine. God, it felt better than I imagined it would be. I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. We parted after what felt like a while, catching our breaths. "How about, I meet you back home when we are done with school in a few weeks. I promise." He said staring into my eyes. I nodded, kissing him with much passion.

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#Ethan edwards #hockey #nhl #Umich hockey #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

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oops I got hyper fixated on Gilmore Girls here are my thoughts

I have watched this show several times since middle school so here we go:

What time does Rory go to school and Lorelai go to work?

so it’s been stated her bus takes 20-30 minutes with no traffic. probably closer to 45-60 minutes with traffic. now her school has never had a spesific start time accept for 6 a.m. but that was only for an exam once.

along with this she and her mother, loralie, stay up pretty lat. like 2-3 am. they also HATE getting up early. abs yet some his still have time to, get ready, meander around town, and eat a full breakfast at a restaurant during the morning rush so like

2. When Did Jess' father leave?

When Jess first arrived it was said his father left two years ago, when Jess would have been around 15. But when Jess goes to visit his father he said he left when Jess was just born.

3. Im like 90% sure it was Emily who sent the ice cream maker, who else would send a gift after the wedding was called off and leave an anonymous note?

4. I dont think Rory takes a single journalism class her entire time at Yale

5. rory & Lorelai financial status is so confusing sometimes: rory & Lorelai are “poor” but Lorelai owns a huge house, eats out for every meal or order takeout , always buying new clothes, new movies, and new books rory is the same so that is TWO people on one income (Lorelai) richard & Emily are paying for rory to go to private school but still the expenses don’t add up not to mention!! rory some how managed to throw loralie a massive weeklong birthday celebration & had to rent a crane for it how the duck did she afford that? she’s sixteen with no income

6. Rory spends so much time absolutely HATING Tristian only to end up with Logan? They're the same guy!

7. Shame Shame Shame Shame Shame Shame Shame when it comes to sex

8. Lorelai gets a lot of shit for not growing up. But Christopher is even worse than her.

9. Lorelai, Rory and Lane... actually everyone is so contradictory with their feminism

10. just the whole Rory/dean affair arch

11. they really dumbed dean down near the end of his and Rory's relationship... actually after the pilot

12. Lorelai should've ended up with max

13. April did NOT ruin Luke and Lorelai's relationship, neither did her mom. Luke and Lorelai ruined their own relationship

14. Richard and Emily arent actually that bad??

15. The whole Lane and Zack thing

16. Paris and Rory should have ended up together

#gilmore girls #thoughts #hyperfixation

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All I wanted for Christmas was to feed the homeless w/my kids - now I have a Court Summons

Christmas Eve was the first time I was going to see all (well, the majority) of my kids since they were taken from me in September. The September debacles are food for another blog. Back to my Christmas story.

I was really looking forward to Christmas Eve w/five of my kids. I currently am not permitted to see one of my oldest kids, as he went with his mom to a Psych ER and said he only wants to hurt himself at my house, which is a fabricated co-constructed mom-son lie. Back to the story, well the past few years, I picked up the torch from my former colleague (Rest in Heaven, my dear friend) Dave, and brought the kids to feed the homeless in their camps around 10th/12th Ave and Roosevelt. Christmas Eve 2022, I was hoping the five kids “allowed” to visit me every other Saturday, I was really hoping they would all just hop in my car and we’d be off to make taquitos, and get the goodies ready to go feed the homeless in Phoenix.

It had been four months (September my kids would not get out of the car, thus we had no “visits”, October one of them decided to hop in my car, by November three others started to join, and then on 12.24, I was REALLY hoping and praying the “five” would all come to spend some quality time with me. Ya see, in those four months (September, October, November, December), my ex NEVER ONCE showed up at the “kid transfer.” She’d have one of her minions do it for her. Well, as I rolled into the police station, lo and behold, my ex was video-ing my arrival on her iPhone. While she was video-ing me, the kids all hopped out of her car, and hopped into mine. My ex proceeded to call the cops, while I called a friend to come meet me there. Since all the “five” kids were going to visit with me, I needed a friend to come help transport the kids to my house.

30 minutes later, several police officers came. You see, the cops know me, several have seen me cry these past few months. I’ve had to call them every time the kids would not get out of the car, the police would look at the parenting orders, then log it as a violation of a court order. They’ve become familiar with me in 2022. Not only do many of them know me from these transfers, but my ex likes to call the police all the time (nothing w/validity). She called them a couple dozen times between September and October, three times when I had the kids (back in September). Not one of those two dozen police “visits” to my house, not once did they charge me with anything, because there was nothing to charge me with. It was all made up crap by my ex. Who does this? Who sits around calling the cops on their ex over and over for no truthful reason? Jeez, it must be exhausting coming up with all of her lies. When the cops came that 12.24 morning, a couple men in blue gave me a nod, and then one cop, he knows the whole story, he made a face like the “Time to get the donuts” guy from Dunkin Donuts. The cops wished me a Merry Christmas, asked Cherrie to leave, and in five minutes after they had arrived, I left peacefully (if you want to call it that) with my five kids. We went back to my house to make taquitos, then we went to feed the homeless in Phoenix with my friend Michelle. Afterward, we played b-ball at my house, made some pizza, did a little karaoke, and then I brought them back to the 5pm transfer. Lo and behold, well, well, well, guess who was there again video-ing my arrival? Uh-huh.

Backstory: the reason I see my kids every other Saturday, is because the courts listened to all of Cherrie’s false accusations. She said I was a crazy, manic, alcoholic bipolar, abusive father. I am not any of these things. She said this in September, and it was not the first time she made these same false claims. While awaiting the September court date, my ex held my kids captive in their own home, even during the time that was “my parenting time.” She kept them home from school, because she knew I was not allowed to come to her house. When we did finally go to court in mid-September, all of the 30 (yes 30!) “exhibits" my ex and her lawyers produced, all of them were proven to be false. Then a social worker from DCS came and took the stand. My own lawyer, out loud, said, “Oh no, Oh no. This can’t be good!” “Why not?” I said firmly. “I have nothing to hide.” The DCS lady went on the stand, and much to my ex’s dismay, she told the courts that after I had been initially investigated, it came back unsubstantiated, and that I was designated a “safe parent.” My ex had stated the reason she kept the kids home from school for two weeks was that she feared for her kids’ safety, and was keeping them from harm. The DCS lady told the courts that Cherrie’s decision to keep the kids home from school, and keep them from me, was Cherrie’s own decision. She had gone rogue, and DCS did not endorse it as she had falsely claimed. DCS also said there was no present reason to “re-investigate” me. She said they could ask, if they wanted to, to take a look at my new house. “But if the father did not agree with them doing so, then DCS would not even do that, as he is not obligated to do so.” I really thought that after the judge went through all the 30 false “exhibits,” after she heard DCS was a supporter of me, that she would make a ruling that I could see my kids 50/50 again.

A week or two later, she came back with a ruling that I would have to do the drug and alcohol testing for two months, and only see the kids every other Saturday, until we had court again. You know, the morning that ruling came through, my ex had already gotten an Order of Protection against me. On the day of the September ruling, my ex actually showed up at my house! Who does that? Who files an order of protection against someone, and then comes to their house? By the way, this was not the first time my ex did that. That’s a whole other blog.

Cherrie did the same thing, making these same false claims about me, back in the summer of 2021, right after we split. Back then, it took the courts two months to schedule a court date. When the judge found out I had not seen the kids at all those two months, he was shocked and said, “What? The kids have not seen you in two months? They are coming over today.” My ex also filed reports with the Department of Child Safety. From June 2021 through June 2022, they investigated me the entire year and closed the case: unsubstantiated. They designated me as a “safe parent.” The divorce in November 2021 stated we would share the kids 50/50. Then in September 2022, my ex made these same false allegations. I was drug and alcohol tested for two months, and all the tests came back clean. It is now almost March 2023. Why on earth can I NOT see my kids? Family court is a farce. They drag crap out for years, and they most definitely do not give two craps about a parent missing out on their kids’ childhood. I would’ve thought that a judge with two brain cells would see through all these lies. After all, she did this same thing in 2021. I guess I got the judge with one brain cell. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, my kids are paying the ultimate price for their mother’s (and I use that term loosely) falsities.

When divorce happens, you try your best to move on. I moved on a long time ago. Apparently, she hasn’t. Actually, she’s gone in an evil direction. I’m not joking when I say that I feel like I’m Jesus in this lifetime, and she is the devil incarnate. Oh, and for your viewing, I have attached the “charges” I am about to face here in court in a couple of weeks. Ya see, all of a sudden, on January 5th (almost two weeks after the 12.24 visit), she filed some trumped-up false charges with the Gilbert PD. You will not believe it when you read her false allegations. Then again, if you are following my story, my truth, then maybe you will believe it. What did I ever do to deserve this nonsense and tomfoolery? When will this lunacy ever end?

If anyone reading would like to share how you have been negatively impacted by Cherrie in the past or present, please message me with details. We are stronger together.

Here is link for you to view these false charges for the 12.24 debacle: https://acrobat.adobe.com/link/track?uri=urn:aaid:scds:US:b6f1d8e1-6c49-4274-8194-7e46572954c8

If you'd like to find out more, please message me, and definitely keep an eye on this blog. I also have a GoFundMe. Do not feel obligated to fund me, but do feel obligated to support me, in mind and spirit, as I am in the fight for my life and for my rights as a father. I welcome your support.

#armyveteran #fathersrights #fathersmatter #munchausen #munchausenbyproxy #truthmatters #divorce #parentalalienation #family law

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kmp78 · 4 months

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I feel sorry for you because you don't seem to know what basic human kindness is... And like you, many others. And ultimately that's exactly why the world is what it is nowadays. Sad times. Take care.

Kindness is one thing.

Coddling and excusing and covering other people's bullshit is smthg completely different. 🙄

Do you think ANYTHING in this world would ever get done if we were all like SL? 🙄

And btw I have had to deal with lazy-asses like him in my previous job. There were these 2 women who "called in sick" like every other week! During those 10 years I worked in that team I don't think we ever went 2 whole weeks where one (or both) of them didn't bother showing up cos "I have a cold" or "my kid is sick". 🙄

See, in Finland we have this law that allows us to have 3 sick days in a row without needing a dr's note. All you need to do is call your boss and tell him/her you're sick, and you still get full pay etc.

And there's no cap on this practice, so technically you could then just show up for work on the 4th day and then "call in sick" again on the 5th for 3 extra days. 🤷🏼‍♀️

AND if you have kid, you can stay at home with the "sick kid" for several days too with no pay deductions! 🤷🏼‍♀️

People like those two bitches abuse the system to no end, and then the rest of us had to do their work cos guess what! Someone has to! 🙄

We all knew they were lying, but what can you do? Firing a "sick person" is illegal after all. 🤷🏼‍♀️

I still laugh when think of the time one of them called in sick cos "my back hurts soooooo much I can't possibly come to work" - but then later that same day one of my colleagues saw her at the mall. 😂

Her excuse for getting busted?

"I had to go out walking cos my back is so sore that I can't sit."

Ah, okay. So THE MALL was the logical destination for that then. 😂👍

Another classic was when another colleague of mine called in sick one morning.

I knew she wasn't sick, cos the previous day I heard her on the phone cooing to her secret (MARRIED) gentleman friend about meeting up. 😏

Then a few hours later, her mom who this colleague lived with, called the office asking for her daughter.

Oh maaaaaaaaan it was so embarrassing when I had to blurt out "Uh... she called in sick..." to her mom when her mom lived with her so obvs SHE SHOULD KNOW if her daughter hadn't left for work cos she was sick! 😂🫣😬

The mom was so confused too cos obvs the daughter hadn't told her she was gonna spend the day fucking that married guy in a hotel instead of going to work! 🤔

Hope I didn't cause a major family fight... 🤭

But hey, don't make me an accomplice to your lies, folks! 🤷🏼‍♀️

So yeah anyway, this is why I have zero tolerance for lazy fuckwads "breaking a nail" so they can't do what they're being paid to do. 😒

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wolfsbane44 · 1 year

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--Squeaky Clean-- Sam x Dean x Reader

Summary Part 1: Sam and Dean try to get information from a girl who is lost and broken beyond their imagination. She finally tells them a portion of the truth. As do they to her.

Part 2 is pure filth. Sam and Dean take y/n on the main table in the library. something she had been begging for.

Word count: 3142

Warnings: imprisonment, torture, swearing, poly, oral (f/m receiving), penetration

Sam and Dean had tried torture. They had tried the worst things that they could imagine. Fire, branding, cutting, mind control from someone short with a British accent and a receding hairline, apparently his mom too, but she was young and had a Scottish accent so I don't know how that works. Hell, they had even let the fucker with wings and a stick up his ass touch your soul. It all was agonizing but it went away quickly. You weren't even phased by it. Especially after spending an eternity in that cage with Lucifer. He had spent years drawing out some of his tests and ideas to fill his free time. That's all it was for him… boredom.

“Dean I think at this point she isn't going to say anything to us” Sam spoke. He was sitting across from Dean reading through the Men of Letters archives to find a way to get you to tell the truth. “We just have to keep trying, we need to know how to put him back in the cage.” Dean barked back, taking a long swig of whatever cheap beer Sam had bought him. “She had been locked up in a cage with Lucifer since the day he was thrown in there! I don't think actual torture is going to do anything for her if he has been doing it to her for the entire time.” Sam softly stated. Dean giving a nod added “She told me he used to skin her and then cut each muscle fiber, and nerve out piece by piece to see if it changed her at all. Not once taking that pain from her.” He wished you hadn't shared that information with him.

They called it a night and locked you back up as if you wanted to escape. What they were doing to you was relief from lord knows what else Lucifer would do if he found you. This place had old wards and shields, you could feel them. You could hide from him. Praying Sam and Dean wouldn't release you or give you to anyone else. You had no sense of time but up here things moved so fast. It had only felt like they were gone for seconds but the clock on the wall showed it had been 16 hours. You had been here for 23 days now. A sigh of relief washed over you as you saw it was Dean bringing you breakfast. You hadn't needed food in the cage. But now that you were topside you couldn't get enough of it, hell you would even eat the mud, just to taste something.

“Best burger on this side of the Mississippi darlin, hope you like beer too” Dean grunted as he unbound one of your hands. You ate with agonizing slowness. Tasting every morsel as if it would be your last, Dean watched the entire time, not saying anything but the smirk on his face made you laugh. “I talked to Sam this morning and I think we are going to take the whole John Wayne Gacey stuff down a notch and just talk to you.” You didn't understand what that meant but you waited for whatever else they had lined up for you. Sam entered the room as Dean had unbound your other hand. Letting you stretch and relax, thankful for that, but wondering what it would cost you.

“We just want to put Lucifer back in the cage, not you. Can you tell me? Or ugh us I mean, how you even ended up in there with him. Or what you are?” Sam stuttered out. That Last part flickered sadness in your heart, but you began your story.

“I was just trying to help, I didn't know what he had done. He came to me crying and upset saying that he was going to be punished. I didn't even know who he was” you breathed out. “He was distraught and said someone was after him but wouldn't tell me why. I did my best to hide him but I am only- was only- what you guys now call a Dragon, ll though I have heard my descendants no longer roam the earth, nor were they kind like we were.” The angel walked through the door this time staring directly at me, with no emotions across his face but whispered something to Dean that made him Flash a stern look. “Keep going” Sam insisted. “I tried to get us away but God himself… I guess had only seen that I was helping him and they locked us in that awful cage not even minutes later. They didn't even try to ask me anything I was just a casualty for them.” We were locked so far away that not even my magic would reach my family, I didn't know where we were but he was kind to me until he heard the last of the 600 locks slam shut.” you began to cry “Thats when it all started”

Dean had come to your side asking you to breathe and take your time, you didn't think he would be the one you would see the soft side of. He had hard lines on his face as if it never budged, never faltered. “He would do things to me for years, over and over and over. This all changed me. He stripped me of my very flesh so many times and put me in a new one that I don't even know what I am, or even WHO I am.” Dean's eyes flickered to Sam as he grunted to clear his throat and said “ ok hun we are going to take a break, do you want anything, maybe take a shower… anything? Castiel put more wards up so you cant get out but after hearing just a fraction of what you told us I dont think you are going to leave.” A shower you thought, you hadnt had oneof those in so long the thought of feeling the water on your body, with these new senses would be nice.

Sam had turned the shower on for you, all of this stuff was new so he went over what everythign was. “That is soap you just rub it in your hands till it makes foam and bubbles, then you can scrub your body with this rag, and then that is shampoo and conditioner, you do the same thing for your hair.” Dean stepped in eyes seeing how overwhelmed you are. “ We can get someone to help you if you want.. I mean if you need us to.. I can call Jody or Charlie I am sure they have stuff more… um… suited for you” You looked at him, you didn't know those people , what if they said something and lucifer found out that you were here. “ No um can you just help me if you are comfortable. I am not embarassed by my body or anything on it, but if you arent comfortable its okay I will figure it out.”

They both offered to help but only If I was comfortable. Taking glances up when they had to get close to me to help with the soap, to give me privacy, and then turning around. That part want bad but the amount of filth that was still on me would take more scrubbing. Even just letting the water wash over me it came out black as night. “Get the pressure washer Sammy” Dean joked, letting out a cackle as to break the tension in the room. Their showers were huge, as if made for 30 people, so they only got close when necessary. After an hour of washing and scrubbing they realized that I might actually need help. Like a child i thought in my head. They were goign to have to scrub me. Maybe i Did know what embarassment felt like because my cheeks were flushing red.

It was Sams idea to try to let me soak in a bathfirst. The water terifying me, knowing only an ounce of the ways Lucifer spent his time with me, but they understood. They took turns holding my hand when the other would scrub. Tears just sliding down my face, sitting in silence. They had drained and refilled the water probably times before I was actually clean. And even then we went back to the shower for another final scrub and rinse to make sure. Sam made sure to be gentle and comb my hair before drying it with the towel. Only at the end Dean pulling me in for a hug placing a kiss on the top of my forehead as Sam held my hand.

I think they understood, I don't know how, but I think they had endured the same pain that I had. They knew that being cold and hard wouldn't work. Or maybe Castiel knew when he whispered into Dean's ear earlier that morning. “We got you a room, so you can rest. We can talk again in the morning if you are up to it.” Dean said. “ Sam added “I put some of my favorite books in here and we have snacks and drinks for you so you can lock the door if you want to or whatever you need to do.” You asked if they knew how you felt if thats why things had suddenly changed when you told them the truth. “I am lucifers true vessel, he has hurt me in ways I don't want to push on you, especially with how all of this is happening now. And Dean” he glanced over to his brother who just put his head down “he was tortured in hell until they made him torture others, they broke him over and over just to let him get a second of peace” Awkward silence clung in the air as you nodded your head. the boys turned away, leaving you alone.

Your own room. You hadn't had one in so long. There was a bed, with a real mattress. Overwhelmed, tears came to your eyes. You shifted your body onto the bed, and pure bliss overwhelmed you from the bed when your stomach growled. Looking over to the table where you had pizza and candy, you ate the entire thing. Thinking to yourself you might have found your new favorite food. Your eyelids became so heavy, you slowly drifted to sleep, not caring whether your door was open, closed, locked, or unlocked. You finally were allowed to sleep after centuries of being forced awake.

“Honey look at me, come on you have to look at me.” Dean worriedly shouted. “Sam” he shouted as he came running down the hall. “ What is it, what's wrong with her” “ I don't know, i don't fucking know,” Dean yelled. You could hear them but you were just drifting into the blackness in your own head. Your body however completely limp in between the convulsions that were pouring through you. You stopped breathing. “Dean, Dean I don't think oh my god.” Was the last thing you heard from Sam, but from Dean.. he was praying. Not to god, but to Castiel.

Castiel slammed into your head, seeing the horror on his face let you know something wasn't right. He was seeing things in your head that even you blocked out. That's where the pure blackness came in. It was easier to drift that way than to experience anything Lucifer was doing to my surface to my mind and to my soul. Castiel fixed the cracks allowing me to talk to him. “Do you want to go back?” He asked. No one had ever asked her what she wanted before she met the Winchesters. “Yes, as long as I can just be mortal, please I am begging you, take the bad parts away, make me just ordinary. I don't want to feel like this again. I don't want to hear them that way again.” you cried out. Instantly you were opening your eyes. Sam and Dean over top of you, scoping you up and holding you.

“You fucking died y/n!” Dean spitted when you asked why your ribs hurt, your lungs burning, and your head throbbing. “Cas had to literally grab our soul to bring you back!” He cried. “ I don't know why this is affecting me like this but I can't lose you. I don't even freaking know you but the thought now of not having you is too painful” Dean whispered. “You like all the same foods, we talk about all the same stuff, hell even you and Sammy have so much in common. Castiel said you were bonded with us the other day. Now I don't believe in fate but I know I feel like this for a reason! I know Sam feels the same way!” Sam walked into the kitchen of the bunker this time, with a look on his face that only pain can describe. “The thought of losing you now, of what could have happened to you” Sam grunted through pain. “We can't take that… I can't take that. Castiel told us we are all from the same soul. That's why this hurts so bad. When god made us he used a fractured soul from many years ago. He used the rest of your soul. Whatever Lucifer didn't take when he locked you in the cage.” Sam said. “Thats why we fell whole when we are together.”

“So were…. Soul …. Mates…. “ You said questioningly. “Literally, Yes, fan fictionally, no” Dean blurted out, a chuckle leaving him after the last words.

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It had been months since you opened up to your boys. You three shared a bond that no one else would for all of eternity. It was how they found you. WHY they found you. Rowena had managed to get Lucifer back in the cage but it drained everyone. If Sam and Dean hadn't tried to either outright sacrifice themselves every ten minutes things might have gone differently. But still, you loved them and their selfless bleeding hearts.

“Hey babe we are going to get some stuff for our trip in a few days do you want anything,” Sam said. Dean chimed in something about more rope and lube but laughing you ignored it. You never realized how well polyamory suited you, but I guess it made sense with all of us being made from the same soul. Dean and Sam were never together with you, everything was separate, but they respected you and their relationship with each other.

They both were equally skilled. Dean was more of a slow sensual burn and Sam is just filled with pure filth and rage. They balanced each other well. Although sometimes they flipped traits without knowing. Her first time with each made her feel godly. No one had ever worshiped her like they each individually did. You had been begging for months now to let the moth take you together but they needed to have that conversation for themselves.

“ Have you thought about y/n’s request?” Sam asked. Dean shuddered “Yes and no. I don't want to see nor think of you like that at all.” “But it would make her happy even if we just tried, we don't have to touch each other you know, that would be kind of gross Brothers and all,” Sam said. ‘Sam I am going to barf if I have to keep thinking… We are not going to Paris with her and that's it” Dean said as he slammed on the brakes on the Impala. “So you have thought about how it would work” Sam laughed. If looks could kill, that death would have been instant. “Alright… okay…yes I have but I didn't want to bring it up because it's awkward” Dean replied. “ well we can't do anything besides try, for her” Sam said. Dean nodded and it was decided. They would try for you.

You could see the look of fear and nervousness on their faces. You knew they talked. And you were about to learn their answer. Dean grabbed your face and kissed you “We talked, Sam is okay with this, I am just nervous so If I leave don't stop on my account.” he said. With that Dean's mouth crushed into yours his hand around your throat. You could feel Sam pulling off your pants being careful with where he touched knowing you were still adjusting in some areas. Before Sam could touch you anymore Dean picked you up and carried you to the table in the middle of their library. Pushing anything on it to the floor. He gently set you down. Pulling your shirt off. You could feel Sam spreading your thighs feeling his breath against your aching core. Dean unbuttoned and unzipped his pants wanting you... Helping him, you hurriedly grabbed him and licked a slow steady line all the way up his shaft. “ oh fucking... fuck” Dean slowly hissed. Sam laughed as his tongue lapped at your thighs not yet tasting you. As soon as you started sucking Dean, Sam's mouth plunged into your core. There was nothing gentle about him right now. He was groaning as he tasted your arousal. Unbuttoning his own pants and stroking himself.

Sam had you cumming in a minute, especially after he added two fingers to your slickness, dancing over your core and plunging them inside you. Curling at the perfect spot to make your body quiver. Sam got up, and switched with Dean, Dean lined himself up at your entrance. “Dean baby please I need you to fill me up,” you whined He slowly pushed himself into you letting you feel everything. Every beautiful inch. You began sucking on Sam when he bent your head back over the edge of the table, letting you take in more of his giant member. Deeper than you ever had before. A small gag escaped your lips as saliva poured down your face. Sam thrusts himself into you. He put a hand on your throat to steady himself. Feeling the tightening building inside himself. Sam Fucked your throat til it was raw. Pushing you down harder onto Dean. Sam was coming, and you wanted to swallow every last bit of him. You couldn't waste how good he tasted or how good he made you feel. Lapping all of him up as you neared your edge. “ now I want you to watch him fuck that beautiful little cunt of yours.” he said. You looked at Dean thrusting into you, encouraging him to touch your clit. He knew you loved those ever so small taps. You were riding your high within seconds with Dean right behind you. Feeling his warmth inside of you only made you last longer, in pure bliss, pure euphoria. If you could ever go to heaven.. This is what you imagined it would be.

#supernatural #dean #spn #sam #lucifer #captivity #cage #death #poly #rough

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cherrykindness · 3 years

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let's make babies |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: you and harry are doing a live on instagram, you've drunk a lot of wine and now the world knows that the future Mrs. Styles is ready to make babies.

warnings: mostly cute, but the title tells you what you need to know 🤪

"What is your favorite song from the Fine Line album?" Y/N read aloud, twirling in her right hand the second glass of wine of the evening, the one already halfway through. "Adore You and Watermelon Sugar, of course."

Harry giggled, rolling his eyes upon hearing his fiancée's statement.

"Y/N will always choose Adore You because it was obviously written for her." He accused. "She wouldn't give that answer under different circumstances."

The comments climbed up the screen continuously, most fans gushing about how cute Harry Styles and YN/LN could be while the other part was concerned with wringing even more information out of the slightly inebriated couple who had decided to do a surprise live one early Sunday morning.

As expected after being away for some time to begin filming Don't Worry, Darling in Southern California, Harry enjoyed a lazy weekend in the house he shared with his fiancée and her pets. The days were filled with late naps and relentless Netflix marathons, sublime and ethereal evenings, marked mostly by unexpected declarations and rounds of sex that used to last until the beams of light were shyly coming through the linen curtains. They were not a monotonous couple, so this order could easily be changed.

"Watermelon Sugar is nothing more than about my love for watermelons, don't get too creative." Harry replied to a fan while sporting a corner smile, the message standing out among the rest for its dozens of emojis and large print, questioning the singer about erotic content behind the lyrics of his latest hit. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before leaning it against her fiancé's chest, propped up on the soft white pillows that were spread practically all over the bed. The air conditioner was on at a minimal temperature and a light rain whipped on the panes of glass camouflaged by the cream-colored curtain, that being the projection of Y/N's favorite nights.

"You can tell them, I'm not shy." She joked, nudging her fiancé's waist.

"You know what it was written about and who it was written for." Harry replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's what matters."

It went without saying that much of Harry's newest album, as well as some of his earlier work, had been done in exclusive dedication to his future wife. Y/N had been the muse for a vast repertoire of romantic songs, and even though the singer preferred to keep the story behind his more explicit compositions a "secret", the relationship the two had shared for more than three years was already solid and known enough for the media and fans to distinguish hidden messages in small details.

"It's a song about what usually comes before the act of making babies." Y/N laughed as he pointed at the display. "Honestly, you guys are impossible."

"No, we make babies every day." Harry joked, making a funny motion with his eyebrows. "I would spend my entire career writing just about that."

"Harry!" The actress exclaimed incredulously, slapping her fiancé weakly on the chest. "Children might be watching this."

"You don't want to have babies with me?" He asked falsely offended, accepting the cup that Y/N offered him. "Because I want some babies with you."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes as she watched the internet freak out at the dialogue that had suddenly emerged. Since the beginning of the quarantine, it was kind of inevitable that the couple of artists would not become the darlings of all social media; they were fervently active with photos, videos, and lives that depicted step by step daily life in isolation, gaining more and more followers and making the media more and more fascinated by the relationship they both shared.

The wedding was scheduled for the summer of next year and it was perhaps the most anticipated event in the tabloids. Bets about what the model of Y/N's dress would be and lists presuming who would be selected for the short list of guests stood out among countless news stories about the famous people influencing pop culture today.

The possible arrival of a Styles baby was an inevitable topic in interviews. Harry and Niall were the only members of the ex-boyband that had not become fathers yet, and because they had maintained a solid relationship and were seen as one of the most enviable couples during the last four years, Y/N and Harry had gotten used to all this openly asked questions. They didn't mind, they even had fun with the montages and all the anxiety that dominated the whole internet, often mentioning the fandoms' efforts to represent them as such "cool" parents in perfectly edited pictures.

"No, guys, I'm not pregnant." Y/N amusingly clarified the doubt of dozens of new comments. "Please don't believe so many controversial news stories that appear out there. I was on twitter last week and saw several people theorizing about a possible pregnancy, most of the arguments based on a website that used photos from the set of How to Get Away with Murder in the season where I was actually playing a pregnant woman as Laurel." She laughed. "It's so funny! I know you guys love to guess these things, but we won't hide something so special when it actually happen, I promise."

"Especially because Y/N can hide absolutely nothing from anyone." Harry accused, leaving his drink on the corner table before settling into a comfortable position for the two of them. "Anyone who's a Marvel fan knows that. That's one of her most characteristic quirks."

"They gave me a fake script for the last two movies." Y/N agreed, shaking his head. "For me and Tom."

"We agreed to keep the engagement a secret for a while. The plan was to travel to Holmes Chapel to break the news to my family in person, but guess who got a call at ten o'clock at night from an angry Anne because she learned of her son's engagement from an interview Y/N gave the next day?"

Y/N gave a guilty smile, winking gracefully at the camera. "It was all James' fault! I'm sure he already suspected something, those questions were very suspicious."

"Of course the questions were suspicious, babe. You literally said you had a secret that involved both of us but that you couldn't tell because it was important that our families knew first."

"I thought he would think about a pregnancy or something!" The actress defended herself, feeling very convincing in her intonation bordering on obviousness. "That's a mania I can't get rid of, it's in my genes."

"Did you all hear that? Further proof that you guys don't have to worry about guessing when Y/N's pregnancy will be, I'm sure our baby will make sure to tell you everything while still in the womb, mom's genes will make sure of that."

"You are so funny, Harry Styles." Y/N sarcastically stated, holding back a giggle as countless messages with laughing emojis were frantically up. "Yeah, I know I talk a lot and all, but you have annoying quirks too."

It was obvious that live would be news the next day. Although they were completely open about matters concerning their relationship, nothing seemed better than receiving so much exclusive information from a Harry and S/N drunk on expensive wine.

"You wake up in a bad mood and you're dangerously sexy, that should be illegal."

Harry laughed, holding his fiancée's waist a little tighter as he felt her tumble a little further to the side, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Y/N was dangerously weak for drinks, and the singer knew that the actress' body was already near its limit.

"You're the only sexy person here, love." He declared with a corner smile, evidently finding the whole situation funny. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"No." Y/N shook her head. "Can we watch some movie? Can we watch Sweet Home?"

"Of course, love." He murmured, giving the woman a quick kiss on the forehead.

Even though Harry knew that his fiancée was unlikely to make it past the five-minute mark of the episode, he made sure to restart the korean series at exactly the scene where she had stopped, the first chapter still halfway through after Y/N realized that it would be impossible to watch such a macabre work without a drop of alcohol in her blood.

She had been so excited by the taste of Argentinian wine and the idea of updating her fans after a few weeks away, that she had forgotten the main purpose of the live. Harry and Y/N had been apart for a few days due to the new movie the Brit was shooting in North America, all happening in an unrestrictedly careful manner due to the restrictions caused by the pandemic.

He was slowly migrating towards acting and the future Mrs. Styles couldn't be prouder. Y/N had felt on cloud nine when Harry had given her the news of his upcoming job, but her only pronouncement on the subject had been a succinct post on instagram. Just a photo of the couple on a trip to Germany with a simple heart emoji didn't seem enough for the actress' exhibitionist soul, and coming to that conclusion was the main reason she decided to invite him, already relatively changed, for a live appearance. Y/N wanted to go on and on about how much she loved that man and work on that whole honeyed speech that would bring her (once again) the title of "cutest bride of all time," but of course Harry had to come home from his trip with his favorite red wine and poison her with those sweet caresses that took her out of orbit, turning the degree of alcohol content into the least of her problems.

"You're going to kiss Florence." Y/N exclaimed suddenly, as if only now realizing that her fiancé would share the screen with Florence Pugh, one of her closest friends in that industry. "Kiss on the mouth."

The MacBook was still open and hundreds of new comments were going up every second, but Harry didn't bother one bit to warn her about the possibility of her becoming a meme the next day. He was having too much fun with the situation to worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." She stated with a pout. "I am jealous, I just don't know if I'm more jealous of her or of you."

"But you kiss me every day, babe." Harry laughed. "And you've been kissing other people's men for almost ten years." He joked.

"But I only think about you, I already told you that."

Harry shook his head negatively at the camera, knowing he was sharing with the fans the funniest side of his fiancée.

"I know that, honey." He assured, lightly stroking the actress' back. "I think we'd better turn off the TV and go to sleep now, I'm sure you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."

The brit planned to bid his audience goodbye and put an end to that recording, but Y/N was drunk and her sense of right and wrong had already gone to space. Harry should have been quicker, however, because his fiancée's speech would be cause for new tags and the only subject for the interviewers for at least the next few months.

"I don't want to sleep, how about we make babies?"

That's what Watermelon Sugar was all about, after all.

#harry styles imagine #imagine1d #imagine harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #fluffy imagine #harry fluff #actress reader

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leascorner · 3 years

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j.b.b. | Marley

Summary: Eventually, Bucky gave his deepest secrets away and you let him know yours. Her name was Marley.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x single mom!reader

Warnings: Mention of past and present relationships, parenting, mention of food

Word Count: 3.7k

a/n: This is my first story posted on here. I’ve been writting for +12 years now but for the last couple of years, I couldn't finish a single story. Turns out Bucky Barnes was all I needed to get over my massive writer’s block. Feedback is greatly appreciated. (Also, english is not my native language so if you spot any grammar mistake, please let me know!)

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It all began with his friend, Sam.

On a night they were out for drinks, he had made it his mission to find someone for Bucky. Someone or anyone for the matter. He talked to everyone in the bar that night, while Bucky drank his beer, sitting at the counter. When it was clear enough that nobody there that night would keep grumpy Bucky company, Sam turned his attention on the dating app his friend had downloaded on his phone some weeks ago. He probably went through a dozen of profiles, sometimes showing the phone screen to Bucky, to what he would just respond by rolling his eyes and drinking some more beer.

That was until Sam showed him your profile. Bucky stared a second longer to the picture displayed on his phone screen than for the others. He couldn't tell what that was: the smile on your lips, the wrinkles at the side of your eyes or simply your eyes; but he couldn't get his eyes off it. Sam immediately started typing a message for you to what Bucky obviously protested. He did not need company because he was just fine on his own.

Despite his super-soldier abilities, he wasn't quick enough to take the phone from his friend's hands. The smile that appeared on Sam’s face annoyed Bucky even more. "What are you afraid of, though guy?" Sam had asked and Bucky eventually backed off, letting him do whatever he was planning on doing. There was no point in stopping Sam. He knew you wouldn't be interested anyway... To be honest, who would be? Bucky got his phone back along with a smirk from his friend. There was no answer after that, and Sam eventually found another topic to annoy the heck out of Bucky.

When he woke up the next morning, your reply notification was patiently waiting for him. For a second, he thought of deleting it, without having a look first. What did he have to lose? Gathering his courage, he opened it. Your words were as genuine as your smile and it made him grin like an idiot, though he made a mental note to later murder Sam for his poor choice of pick-up line. It took him the whole morning to be able to type an answer and another afternoon to press the ‘send’ button. It was the first text of many. Eventually, a lot of texts turned into calls; that turned into meeting up in your favorite French bakery; that turned into movies and restaurant dates.

This was nearly one year and a half ago.

Your relationship with Bucky was cautious and steady. He liked how you would give him his space, but still being right there for him. He liked that you let him stare at you in total awe or that you always had small kind thoughts for him like when you made his eggs the way he preferred in the morning and that everything was so simple - obvious even - by your side. Eventually, Bucky gave his deepest secrets away and you let him know yours.

Her name was Marley.

If Bucky was being honest, finding out you had a two and a half years-old daughter was quite the shock. Not that he couldn't have seen that coming; you would always make plans, your handbag was always full of snacks and hand wipes and for some reason, you would never be available between five and eight p.m. That was also what he liked about you. The stability.

The idea of being involved in a relationship with somebody that already had a child did scare him off. If he decided to continue the relationship, it would not only be a matter of breaking your heart in the process – and well, maybe his too - but breaking a child's heart too. And that more than anything, he was refusing to assume the responsibility, but he owed you that much. You knew his deepest secrets and still, you didn't run away from him. Worse, you trusted him to be around your child.

You both had a lot of discussions about him meeting Marley - Bucky even seek advice to Sam. And as for the rest of your relationship, you took it slow. It started with Bucky showing up to your Sunday walk in Central Park, feeding up the ducks and sharing snacks. You also spent some time at the carnival where he would watch you two on the carousel – sometimes joining the ride too - and he would help Marley win at pick a duck or buy her popcorn. Eventually, he would spend more time with the two of you. It started with spending at least one evening per week at your place, making dinner while watching you playing with Marley in the living room. One evening turned into two, three, five evenings per week. He still could step out if he needed. You still could spend time with your daughter where he wasn't there. You still spent time just the two of you, when Marley was asleep at night or he would take you on date nights. The routine you three put in place was nice, but Bucky wasn't planning on taking Marley’s dad place. God, he would never see himself as a dad and Marley already had one - though in Bucky's opinion, he would not be awarded father-of-the-year.

Today, Bucky was picking Marley up from daycare.

He had done it a million times already, but this time was a little bit different. He was doing it on his own. The babysitter stood you up and you were stuck in an endless one-day meeting. You had called in utter panic, asking him to pick Marley up from daycare and taking care of her until you would be home. He had assured you he would do it and it would be fine. Now that he was standing in front of the building, he was doubting himself. He didn't know if he could do it on his own.

Another shaky sigh and Bucky entered the building. The childcare workers greeted him when he showed up at Marley's room. She was sat at one of these tiny tables making some kind of collage crafts. He planned on waiting for her to finish, just staring like he always did, before announcing himself, but Marley spotted him the second his figure appeared at the door.

"Bucky!" Marley cried out, leaving everything behind and running towards him.

"Hey Mar-Mar," he smiled. She always seemed happy to see him and Bucky wondered if she would eventually grow tired of him being always around.

After they hugged each other, Marley was called to put away her crafts and Bucky encouraged her to go do it. In the meantime, he collected her stuff - her panda backpack, shoes, and coat - so he could get her ready to leave. And he did just that when she got back to him.

"We are taking the train home. I'mna carrying you, is that okay?"

She wrapped her little arms around his neck in response and he lifted her up from the floor. After sharing goodbye to the childcare workers, they were heading home.

On their way to the station, Marley explained in every detail what she had done at daycare that day; Bucky was listening carefully, sometimes asking questions - Carol, she is the one with the curly hair, right? Was Mark mean to you again? - but mostly he was just nodding along. They made it to the station just in time to take the 5:17 p.m. train. It was rush hour and Bucky mindfully chose to hop on one of the cars at the end of the train - the ones he knew would be the less busy at this time of the day. He had only seven stops, so he didn't sit and stood against one of the train windows. By that time, Marley had finished reporting on her day, and she was just watching around, smiling at anyone she would make eye contact with.

After the second stop, her eyes caught the sight of the dog tag around Bucky's neck. She fiddled it through his T-shirt, probably wondering what that was, before taken it out to have a closer look. In her tiny hands, the metal tag seemed to be huge. She looked up at Bucky, with bright eyes and he swore, he would do anything for these eyes.

"What is that?"

"Uh- " Bucky wasn't sure how to explain it in a way a three-years old would understand. "-Every soldier has one. It uh- has my name on it and some other information."

"Is it if you get lost?" she asked, her little eyebrows raised high on her forehead. She did understand a lot of the world around her for her age. "Mommy put a card with her name and her phone number in my bag."

"Yeah, it's something like that."

Marley smiled at him and returned her attention on the letters’ reliefs on the metal. By the fourth stop, she was resting her head on his shoulder while he was still firmly (but not too much) holding her with his left arm. She kept holding his dog tag in her tiny fist and was patiently waiting.

"She is very sweet," the old lady sat on the seat in front of them said to him before leaving the train.

He nodded shyly and looked back at the little girl in his arms. Marley looked so much like you. Her face had still some baby features, she just turned three after all, but she had the same nose and her eyes had the same color as yours. They were the same piercing eyes that when they’d look at him, he felt like they could read his soul. And she did not just look like you. She had also some of your habits and personality traits. She would always be smiling to people she didn’t know. She was always saying ‘thank you’ or ‘sorry’. She was obsessed with any kind of animal; the Sundays walks would last forever if she could pet all the dogs she encountered.

The rest of the ride was quiet, and Bucky got off the train on the seventh stop as planned. At the station, people turned on them as they passed. Maybe this was an odd sight: a man in combat boots, dark jeans, and a black leather jacket, carrying a small child in his arms. Especially knowing the kid in question was wearing white leggings, a red fluffy coat, and a stuffed panda backpack. Bucky didn't mind and continued his way to your place.

Marley stayed quiet for the five minutes’ walk to your place, but once Bucky had turned on your street, she wriggled to be freed of his hold. Once her feet touched the ground, she directly ran towards a car parked not far away. She squatted down and started clicking her tongue. A ginger cat immediately came out from underneath the car.

"Careful," Bucky called out. He knew it was not recommended interacting with stray cat as they could be sick with all sorts of disease. And to be fair, it got him a little worried the cat was getting this close to Marley. He could already see her getting bitten by the cat, getting rabies, and losing her arm, or worse: dying.

"That's Gus, he lives at number 7," she said pointing at the building they stopped in front. It had the number written on it.

Gus started rubbing itself against Marley's shins and she gently petted his back. The cat then went to rub on Bucky's combat boots, also greeting him even though they never encountered before. And it continued his way to the building's porch, where it lazily lay down.

"Mommy said we could have a cat when we get a house."

"I've got a cat," Bucky stated and Marley cried out in excitement. She asked him about a hundred questions. What was its name? What was it looking like? Was it friendly? Was it sleeping in his bed with him at night? Bucky never failed to answer one of her questions and they talked about that until they made it in front of your apartment door.

Marley was already on her way to her room when Bucky turned around after locking the door. She had removed her shoes and coat on her own and left them behind without putting them away like you would always request it.

"Uh-uh, we go wash your hands first, okay?"

After that was done, she ran to her room for good this time. Bucky went back to the living room and focused on what he could do to help you. He knew you would get home exhausted from your day at work and he did not want to have you do all the chores you usually did. It was the least he could do.

Somehow, your place was always tidier than his, and he lived on his own. In the kitchen, he found breakfast dishes in the sink and the dishwasher full of the dishes that had been cleaned the night before. That was where he would get started. He put away the dishes easily; he had been around your kitchen a lot those last months and he knew exactly where everything was. He even knew where you were hiding away the chocolate and candies; somewhere Marley didn't have access to.

"Hey Bucky, can I have snacks?"

A look at the watch sitting on his right wrist, she had still a good hour and a half before dinner and he replied positively. He wiped his hands on the dish towel resting on his shoulder and took one of these bamboo sectioned plates he just washed. He was reaching out to the first cupboards in front of him when it suddenly appeared to him, he had no idea what he could give her.

"What does your mom usually give you?" He asked Marley, turning back to her.

Marley shrugged. "Carrots and hummus." And Bucky swore this kid was eating healthier that he ever had.

He started by the fridge, looking for anything he could give to Marley. Thankfully, she wasn't a picky eater so it would be easy for him. Tonight's dinner was in it, along with some vegetables and fruits. He chose grapes because it was the only food, he could see himself eating at that time of the day.

"Grapes and uh-" he looked at the cupboards right next to the fridge "- crackers?"

Marley nodded. Bucky prepared it all on her plate, making sure there was just enough for her to be full but not too much so she would still eat dinner, and handed it to her. She carried it carefully to the living room, Bucky following behind. She had laid out all her crayons on the coffee table next to her Paw Patrol coloring book. He knew about this cartoon because it was the only one Marley ever wanted to watch, she was literally obsessed with it, and she did make him watch some episodes with her. He knew that, when she was playing alone in her room, she would usually pretend she was saving the world with them.

Bucky sat on the carpet, next to Marley, stealing one grape from her plate. She threw him a death glance but offered him some more if he would help with the coloring. He happily complied.

Before dinner was normally bath time. Thankfully, you had said over the phone you would deal with that in the morning. For some reason, Marley did not like baths. A little bit of water in her eyes or ears was too much for her to handle and he wasn't sure he could deal with her being so upset on his own.

He still got her changed in her pajamas - she obviously chose the one with the dalmatian puppy from Paw Patrol you had agreed on buying a few weeks ago; washed her face with a cotton pad and some cleansing lotion, brushed her hair and tried the best he could to tie them in a low ponytail. You would normally braid them for the night, but this was not something Bucky mastered at all - he made a mental note to watch some tutorials on YouTube to learn though.

"Will you and mommy get married?" Marley asked out of nowhere while Bucky was carrying her back to the kitchen to have dinner.

"I don't know," he said, confused. "Why do you ask?"

"I prefer you over my real daddy," Marley admitted. And it broke his heart. Bucky knew how her dad forgot about her third birthday and missed most of his custody days lately. He didn't really understand how somebody could have a child and knowingly decide not take care of them anymore.

The child in his arm was so precious. It amazed him every day how much she could comprehend of the world around her. She was smart, creative, kind. She knew what she wanted, would be very stubborn about it and would do anything to get it – you always said you didn’t understand where she got her fierce mind and Bucky laughed every time because he knew exactly from whom she had gotten it: you. You did such a good job raising her on your own. He also knew you would always choose her over him, and he had to admit, it made him fall in love even more with you.

"Even if I'd marry your mom, I still wouldn't be your daddy officially."

"To me, you would," Marley concluded as if it was as simple as that.

Living with you two permanently. Marrying you. Bucky never thought of it. He liked how this relationship was working: the kindness, the trust, the love. He loved the movie dates with you, the Sundays walks, and the evening just the three of you. He loved how simple it all was and how it made him just happy. Happiest he had been in a long time. And he wondered if he wanted more. The way his heart was fluttering in his chest made him realized, he did. He didn't know if he was ready though.

Back to the kitchen, he put her down on her seat before getting the casserole of potato gratin out of the oven. He put a small portion in her plate, next to some chopped carrots and apple sauce he already prepared. He put it down in front of her and sat next to her.

"Will you eat with mommy?"

"Yeah, is that alright?"

She nodded, rubbing her eyes. They had stayed coloring her books a little too long and it was nearly her bedtime. Smiling softly, he encouraged her to eat. She did while asking some more questions on his cat in between each mouthful. How old is it? Why did you name it Alpine? Has mummy already met it? Do you think she'll like me? Turned out this little one never run out of question.

After dinner, Bucky gave her a small portion of chocolate from the special cupboard and they agreed it would be their little secret. Then, he carried her to the bathroom to brush her tiny teeth. It was started to be late for her and she was clearly fighting against sleep, the lack of it upsetting her.

"I want to see mommy," she cried, lips trembling and eyes full of tears.

"I know Mar-Mar, she'll get there soon," Bucky tried to comfort her. You hadn't text yet, meaning you weren't on your way still. He knew Marley would be asleep before you got home. "We can read a book in your bed while we wait for her, yeah?"

Marley nodded and let Bucky carry her to her bed. She had her head rested on his right shoulder the whole time. She crawled under the covers the moment her body was dropped off on the bed. She let Bucky choose the bedtime story and he chose the one he knew she liked so much.

He laid beside her gently and she immediately reached out closer to him. He wrapped his right arm around her, and her hands somehow found his dog tag again. A small kiss on her forehead and Bucky started reading the book in his left hand. Marley was listening carefully, helping him by turning the page.

At the end of the story, she was fast asleep against him, his dog tag still in her tiny fist. Bucky did not dare moving, afraid he would wake her up if he did. He observed the small child against him and listened to her soft breathes. She looked so peaceful and it made him thought of the way she had welcomed him into her life. Just like you, she had taken him as a whole; with his trauma, his insecurities, his quietness, and his staring habits. And now, she had him wrapped around his little finger. He knew deep in his guts he wouldn't let anything happen to you or your daughter. He realized that now. That made him think some more: maybe he was ready after all. And this time, he would not let happiness slip away from him.

Bucky stayed like that until twenty minutes later, when you showed up on your daughter’s room doorstep. You looked exhausted yet still radiant. A smile had formed on your lips at the sight in front of you. It made you melt right on the spot.

"Hey," Bucky greeted you softly.

You came closer, walking on your tiptoes, careful of not waking up your daughter. You laid besides them, kissing your daughter little fist, and tucked yet another strand of hair behind her ear. You looked back at Bucky, who was intensely staring at you. His left arm was already wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you close. You kissed his jaw, making him smile gently. "Thank you for taking care of her. Did it go okay?"

"More than okay." He kissed your forehead while you snuggled closer to him. His heart could burst of the feeling of having you two near him forever.

He wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

#jbb #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky x single mom!reader #lea's writing #bucky barnes x you

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scott-mccall-the-hot-girl · 3 years

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my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!

( as a new teen wolf stan )

the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!

Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)

okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies

Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim

Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.

Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)

Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!

Artificial Love - songbvrd

Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.

Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)

so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!

The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR

Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”

Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.

Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)

me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*

Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape

Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.

okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical

Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.

(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )

so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite

Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.

Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.

Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )

okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!

two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!

for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!

whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )

go check out:

eneiryu

as well as fallingforboys

here are some of my favorite fics by them ~

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys

memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys

skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys

i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys

between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu

cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu

okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore

my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene

it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…

Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach

Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.

Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.

Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )

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