moving to arizona

Wedding Date - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word Count : 1,013

Warnings : none

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Sitting at a round table, you were admiring the view in front of you. Your older sister, happily dancing with her newly wedded husband.

“Isn’t this beautiful?” you asked your long-timed boyfriend, Jughead Jones the third, who was sitting right next to you. The usual beanie who was normally on his head, was nowhere to be seen. His raven locks gave him the cute, boyish look that you loved. You were kind of glad that he had tried to dress formally for the celebration. He looked down and smirked before answering,

“Is that a trick question?” You playfully nudged him in his side, knowing he was messing with you.

“You’re supposed to say yes!” He chuckled at you and took your hand in his, bringing warmth and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Even though you guys had been dating for already a few years, he always had the same effect on you.

“She is pretty, but you’re pulchritudinous.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a puzzled look. Jughead had that way of coming up with words you’d never heard before. He was a box full of surprises.

“English, please?” He sweetly laughed at your confused expression and replied,

“It basically means that you are a delight for my eyes.” The blood rushed to your cheeks, probably giving you a small pink tint. Your boyfriend could feel your embarrassment and tried lighting up the mood,

“Don’t be shy (y/n). You are the most alluring and divine creature I’ve ever seen.” A smile crept up your face as Jughead said those words to you.

“Well, you’re pretty foxy yourself.”

“Foxy?” Jughead said back dazed and amused by your new vocabulary.

“Yeah, foxy! It means artful, cunning, knowing- which I personally think describes you perfectly.” You explained. At this moment, something seemed to shine in his blue orbs. He leaned towards you, for only you to hear,

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” You gazed back at him.

“Only every day.”

A dorky smile appeared on him as you kissed his cheek. The next minutes had passed in a comfortable silence, both of you appreciating your surroundings. You and your sister’s friends had token hours to decorate the backyard for the wedding.

Usually you weren’t the arts and craft type but you loved your sister fondly and would do anything for her on this special day. Fairy lights we’re hanging on trees and across the dance floor. All the tables had a bouquet of sunflowers in a translucent vase. Balloons were scattered everywhere across the floor. You had also tried some diys from pinterest but didn’t really get an interesting ending. In other words, they turned out horribly. An enticing tune was playing in the background which you were quietly humming.

Seeing your sister like that made you so happy. It made you think about your future with Jughead. If you two would ever get married. As you were lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed your boyfriend getting up, and offering you his hand for you to take.

“Will you give me this dance?” Your boyfriend asked. The music had turned to a slow song. One of your favourites. You smiled and him and gladly took his hand.

“Of course.” Hand in hand, you and your boyfriend made your way to the dance floor where other couples were starting to appear. Jughead placed his hands on your waist and yours gently rested on his shoulders. The two of you were lightly moving to the rhythm of the romantic sway. You looked up, your gaze meeting his.

“Have you ever thought about us? Like, in the future us?” His eyebrows furrowed and peeked at the sky, thinking before saying,

“Sometimes.” He answered, “I like to think of us being together after school. Going to college would be fun. Maybe settling down after?” You bet your bottom lip.

“Yeah I’d like that…” You trailed off, “And what about after? What would you want? Would you want… this?” You asked motioning to the world around you.

“You mean the wedding?” You nodded, “I wouldn’t mind calling you wifey and being your hubby.” You both laughed and grinned and his comment. “Wouldn’t it bother your parents though? I know your dad isn’t very fond of me.”

“My dad isn’t the one who’s going to be deciding who I’m going to spend the rest and most of my days with. Besides, my dad’s moving to Arizona in the next month or so. It’ll only be me and my mom. You know she cares about you.” I said back.

“I’m sorry about your dad. I know you two don’t have the best of relationship right now, but just try to make the best out of the time you two have left together.” Jughead knew that your parents had separated when you were only a child. You couldn’t clearly remember how they announced it but every time you thought about it, your heart ached. Your boyfriend continued, “On the good side, since your sister is moving out, doesn’t it mean that there’s going to be more place for me?” You teasingly hit him,

“Oh shut it you oaf”

He smirked and pressed his forehead against yours. His icy blue eyes piercing into your (y/e/c) ones.

“To answer that question of yours, yes, I’d like you to be my wife someday.” He titled his head forward and his damp lips met yours. The kiss was sweet but passionate. It probably would’ve lasted longer if you two hadn’t been in public. Or to be more precise, to your sister’s wedding. Just when you two parted away, your sister came up to you with a smile bigger than ever,

“Hey love birds, looks like you two are next.” With that, she walked away and left you a giggling mess in your boyfriend’s arms. Jughead smugly smirked at you.

“Can you at least promise me one thing

“Depends what.”

“That we’ll at least have nine kids.” You chuckled and wondered how you got the chance to have such an amazing boyfriend.

I Hear You

AU: The one where you hear you soulmate voice in your head.

Relationship: Soulmates

Fandom: Voltron

Character: Shiro and Keith

You were in high school when you first heard the voices of your soulmates, you heard right voices meaning two. You had two soulmates when you told your parents they thought you were joking so you didn’t bring it up again. Both your soulmates were male, Shiro was the older one, he was training to be in the air force a pilot. Keith like you was a senior in high school will no clue on what to do with his life. You learned the Shiro and Keith knew each other and you wish that you could meet them soon. You and Keith graduated and Shiro was flying his first plane. You ended up going to nursing school out of your state, it was the best around and you got into it with ease.

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I just don’t get why….

Everyone’s like rooting for Meredith and happy for her for working on moving on with her life with Riggs.

But then at the same time everyone’s like so pissed that Arizona’s trying to do the same thing.

Derek’s gone. Meredith should move on.
Callie’s gone. Arizona should move on.

Moving on and living life is part of life!! So celebrate it for both people!

I get Derek died and Callie didn’t. But Callie literally tore Arizona apart (after single handedly deciding to try and take their daughter across the country with no regard for how Arizona felt about it, btw), and took off with her latest girlfriend. So like….there’s no reason why Arizona shouldn’t be allowed to move on with her life.

Will she always have love for Callie? No doubt. But Callie’s not there. And she sure as hell didn’t take a second glance back when deciding to move to New York, so why should Arizona stand around and wait for her to MAYBE come back?

Like no…..that’s stupid. She’s with Minnick. She’s happy. She’s smiling. And their relationship seems a hell of a lot more healthy than Calzona did at their end.

So either get on board or get over it. Unless Sara Ramirez decides to come back, Calzona is done. There’s no “Calzona will rise”, especially if she never comes back to the show. And if and when she does…they would have a hell of a lot of work to do to get back to a healthy place to even begin a relationship again.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

Missed You- Jakob Chychrun

Originally posted by brandondrury

Ok y'all I got some more smut here for you. I had started it one way, but by the time I got to the smut it veered off in another direction… but it still works so! If you’re staying: enjoy! If you’re skipping: Up next is Connor McDavid!

Warning: sex, smut, smexy time

Anon Request: Sorry if you’re backed up with requests, but can I request a Jakob Chychrun smut?


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When I was a child in this house in Novi, Michigan, we went to church in the basement.
I didn’t grow up in a religious family. In my house it was simple, Bruce Springsteen was the Lord, and “Born To Run” was the Bible. I remember burning that album for hours on end downstairs with my dad, Tenth Avenue Freeze Out turned up to 11, pretending to play along on any instrument I could find. I was baptized by rock & roll music.

A big part of my story is rooted in this guitar in my dad’s hands.
It’s an early 1980’s fender esquire. My mom bought it for him as a gift. He never learned how to play it, but it always knew how to put on a show for the neighborhood kids on Chase Drive. Later on, when the DALES clan became a party of five and moved west to Arizona, the guitar came too. It survived a big fall out of the trunk on Route 66, my failed first guitar lessons, and even my awkward teenage years when all I wanted was be a drummer.

Eventually I turned 18, the dream became real, and I got to tour the world for the several years. Meanwhile, the guitar collected dust in the garage.

When I started making the DALES record with Matt, I took a trip back to Arizona and begged my dad to let me take the guitar home with me to LA. After a bittersweet debate, he gave in and we were on our way to dust off the cobwebs. A part of me always knew I wanted to tell this story with the very instrument that was so deeply rooted into my childhood DNA. (I also wanted to learn how to really fucking play, thanks Matt.)

It’s an out-of-body experience to hold something in your hands and it feel like a time capsule to your first memories of music. A portal to a basement in Michigan where I felt the feeling for the first time,
the same feeling I’ll be chasing for the rest of my life.

Now not a day goes by where I don’t pick up this guitar.

truth behind BOTDF's break up

With respect, and all honestly, I feel that it is only the right of any fan out there to know why I left Blood on the Dance Floor a few months ago.

As an artist who has changed not only how they look physically, but how they think, write, and create, I began to feel constricted and creatively limited by the other half of the group. It’s started around 2014 after we had made some progression of having a real message for the young people who made up 80% of the fan base, the music sales started to go down because streaming had become the new way of listening to music instead of iTunes downloads. He panicked and insisted in writing material that was based around the older concept of the group. ( unnecessarily offensive and overly sexual ) when your fan base is made of teens, these are usually subjects you’d want to avoid. When I joined at 18, I didn’t feel that inappropriate about it, until I became older, and felt like a pervert singing these songs to kids.

I went a few years touring and working for the band, but Dahvie insisted not paying me. Instead, he wanted to be somewhat of a caretaker and played that role from the beginning. I allowed it, because I was young, and overwhelmed by the glory of being 18, and touring the nation to meet people that enjoyed the same things I did. I was too timid, and with Dahvie’s short temper that he had displayed on many occasions by firing his employees with absolutely no reasoning, I feared that I would be next. I didn’t want to push his buttons, and be left with nothing. He paid my phone bill, payed my car insurance, my half of the rent, as well as my medical insurance. Instead of just paying me how an employee should be, but I had enough of this weird “daddy” relationship. My mother would always ask why I never had any money, or why I couldn’t afford to go see her in my hometown in Florida. It’s ruined relationships for me with not just boyfriends, but people that worked for him, and other bands we toured with. I was manipulated to dislike anyone who tried to call him out.

At some point a few years into the band’s career, I had a long talk with him about maybe just paying me so he didn’t have to take care of me all the time. He gave in, and put me on retainer that was mostly late or incomplete to our agreement. Instead, he kept me under his thumb so as to make sure I couldn’t leave and was co-dependent on our relationship. When the band had a manager, He became responsible for paying me, and it lasted for almost a year. Until the manager was fired
There were times when I literally had nothing yet Dahvie was spending lavishly on ridiculous novelties, custom made clothing, and flying random girls in to stay/live with us.

I finally started to work independently, after “getting permission” from Dahvie in late 2014, and that’s how I stayed alive.

About a year ago, I had gotten very sick, for a while, and then shortly after was diagnosed HIV+ and I needed to get medication and medical help started. Yet, there was a tour that was booked for the band. As I saw it, there won’t be a tour if I’m physically not up to it, but Dahvie saw it differently. He just kept pushing it in my face that we couldn’t afford to cancel the tour, and that any medical help that I need would just have to wait until we came back for my treatment. He couldn’t afford tour because the extreme $60,000 debt Dahvie had put himself in (despite having just bought himself a new car.) So, I reluctantly agreed against my better judgment to go out on tour and was dragged all through the country, sick as a dog, and waited it out. The tour ended up being a total bust, the attendance was lower than ever before, the fans were being charged an arm and a leg for a VIP meet and greet that either was late, and rushed because Dahvie was the hotel with a girl. Or was cancelled completely because the shows weren’t happening. Dates were cancelled left and right by promoters, and venue owners that had heard about Dahvie’s reputation. When we finally got home, I immediately got treatment, and after a few months had passed and a new health routine, I was back to myself. I am now undetectable and healthy, according to my doctors. I am very lucky and especially thankful to everyone who had been there with me along the way.

In October we released “Scissors” the last album we did together. I wrote every song on the deluxe version with the exception of 2. Dahvie paid me $1,000 to write all of that material in less than 2 week period. It was just too much work for too little money and after what happened with the last tour and just a general feeling of being taken advantage of by Dahvie for a long time, I left the band.

I needed a new life. I couldn’t live in that situation anymore. Yet, I had no where to go, and he knew that, so he took advantage of what he could until I couldn’t take it any longer. So I left. Dahvie ended up abruptly moving to Ohio to be with his then girlfriend and I was left essentially homeless. So I ended up moving back to Arizona with my friend and am living a quiet desert farm life in Tucson while I rebuild my life and start a new career.

Recently, Dahvie opted to continue to tour as Blood on the Dance Floor, still selling merch with my name and face on it, signing my name onto posters I’ve never seen or touched and, obviously, still playing music I wrote for him. On top of not being paid for any of these merch sales using my likeness, he’s now saying that he’s out on stage performing in my honor, obviously trying to capitalize on my “illness”, as he has referred to it to fans.
I feel his statement about me, was insensitive, and unnecessary. I have been through hell and back, and still fighting, and I feel like I’m being mocked by him as some kind of cruel joke.

I’ve always told fans to not be afraid to speak your mind and embrace your true self, so I’m taking my own advice. My peace is now said I’m closing the book of on it. I still love music and will continue to create. I love all the people who have stood by me all these years and who will still continue to stand with me during these times of new growth.

You’re all the only reason I exist. Thank you all.

A very belated birthday one-shot for the wonderful @drsweetheart​. Happy 17th, Bud! ❤️

Callie and Arizona had been back together for over four months now. Callie spent the first two finishing out her contract with NewYork Presbyterian, and the last month and a half staying at The Archfield while she settled back into her role as Chief of Orthopedics at Grey-Sloan. They decided it was too soon for her to simply move back in with her ex-wife-come-girlfriend, and Callie didn’t have the heart to look at real estate without the woman she knew she’d be spending the rest of her life with. They didn’t need to rush things this time. There was no car crash, or shooting. No trip to Africa, or surprise baby on the way. They had the rest of their lives to figure all of the details out.

And yet, between working out logistics for Sofia’s schedule and reaching the point in their relationship that allowed for sleepovers, they realized that Callie had all but moved in already. So Arizona presented her with a shiny new house key while on a date at a fancy restaurant to make things official, and Callie gladly accepted. Two weeks later, they were finally settling into a routine. It really felt like home again.

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Remember This (Grayson)

- I think this is my favorite story I’ve written so far since my writing is better than the last two. I’m practicing and trying my best so bare with me lol.

- P.S. This is kind of depressing

Grayson’s P.O.V

I remember the first time I saw you. You were sitting with your girlfriends, laughing up a storm in a quaint little coffee shop. One of your friends at the time, Kayla, who I got to know pretty well over the time I’ve spent with you, cracked a joke and you spit out your coffee everywhere. Everyone else looked at you like you were crazy, but not me. It was love at first sight from there.

That boisterous laugh is just one of the many things I adore about you. I also adore your warm smile that could lighten up any room you walked into. And the way your black hair hit right above your shoulders. I remember the day you got that haircut. You asked me with that little smirk on your face, “noticed anything different about me?” Of course I did. I noticed every thing about you. And don’t even get me started on those brown eyes of yours. Like caramel swirls that I just can’t help but get lost in.

You weren’t the hottest girl around, however, you were different and I liked different. Especially in LA where everyone was the same. Everyone was made up and fake, but you were real. As real as it could possibly get. And you were so stubborn. Once your mind was made up, then that was it. You definitely had a thick skull. But I loved you all the same.

I remember the first time I had the balls to come up to you. This time, you were by yourself at the bookstore around the corner. Hardly anyone ever came here. The only reason I did was because I saw you in the window as I walked by. That was a week after I first seen you. A week full of thoughts about you. About how much I wanted to kiss those big, but not too big, pink lips and tell you that my world was now much more colorful with you in it.

You were sat in a red bean-bag chair on the floor reading Sense and Sensibility, a classic. I was nervous as hell, with my palms sweating and my heartbeat racing, but I went up to you eventually and you never looked more beautiful with your blushed cheeks and a shocked look on your face. I couldn’t help but grin. Most likely from being scared of you rejecting me.

We talked all day in that bookstore, hours passed and before we knew it, it was time to head home. I told you things most people didn’t know about me because I just felt that comfortable around you. You told me things that just made me like you more. I got your number and texted you later that night saying how much fun I had learning about you. You said the same and I went to bed smiling like a fool.

Three dates in and I was hooked on you. I know it sounds dramatic, but I waited my whole life for someone like you to come around. I know I was only seventeen at the time, but who cares. And yes, you were two years older than me, but two years didn’t hurt anything. Then came my eighteenth birthday. Your gift to me was your virginity which I was stunned that you were still a virgin, but that made it all the more special. So I made love to you and even though I’ve had sex before, those times didn’t even compare to this time. Cause this time was with you. After we finished, we cuddled, tangled in each other’s arms and that’s when I knew what paradise was. It was being your man.

Then, things took a turn for the worst. We fought like cats and dogs almost everyday and even over the littlest of things. Like what movie we were gonna watch that night, which ended up with me sleeping on the couch because I said some harsh words. It was tough and it hurt like hell to see that you didn’t love me anymore. You didn’t say that directly, but you didn’t have to. I could tell.

From your one-worded answers to the roll of your eyes whenever I tried to make you laugh. It just wasn’t the same. So one day you said, out of the blue, that we should take a break. I was devastated. I never thought you’d ever say that since you always told me you’d never let go. And yet, here you are, letting go. You got up abruptly, had all your things packed before I even got home, and were out the door in no time. I cried for days, weeks, probably even months. I honestly had lost track of time. My twin brother Ethan, who you had so much fun with when we went on our little adventures, told me that he was sorry and that things would get better, but it damn sure didn’t feel like it. My heart was broken and I felt completely empty inside. I wouldn’t wish that feeling on my worst enemy.

Well, time went on and things did get better. I hadn’t heard from you in months and I found somebody new. And I loved her a lot. Her name was Ashley and we did everything together and she made me really happy. However, the night we went out to the movies, I saw you again and this time with another guy. I froze. You were smiling from ear to ear, looking at him like he put all the stars in the sky. Which was the same way I looked at you once upon a time.

That was it. After that I never saw you again. Ethan told me he heard that you moved back to Arizona, your home state. And me and Ashley were doing great. But you’d creep back into my mind every once in a while. I wonder how you’re doing, if you’re happy, or even if you’re still alive. But if you are, then please remember this, I love you. I always have and I always will.

A little post episode 13x11 thing…in which I casually pretend that Calzona are still happily married and where they should be~




The door to the bedroom was open, as it always was, and Arizona moved quietly through the dark letting the faint light from the window guide her through familiar surroundings. Callie had come home hours ago, after a final check on their patient’s legs – Arizona had insisted, had wanted her to go home and relieve their babysitter, and tuck Sofia in for the night, even though she herself was staying at the hospital.

Because she couldn’t leave. 

The mom was stable, and the baby was doing well after her surgery – better than expected, even – but Arizona couldn’t bring herself to leave. Couldn’t bring herself to leave that baby’s side, or the side of the father, distraught and afraid, sitting with a newborn daughter he never expected to meet on a day like today. Because she had been that father. She’d been the parent waiting by a NICU crib, going back and forth between her child and the woman she loved, not knowing if both would make it – not knowing if either would. Feeling like it was all her fault. It had only been at Bailey’s final insistence that she left to go home, and so now here she was. Exhausted, physically and emotionally, but with a mind still running at nearly full tilt.


A sleepy murmur came from the bed as Callie shifted in her sleep, rolling back off of Arizona’s pillow and onto her own, her eyes blinking open as she smiled at her wife.

“You’re home. What time is it? Is the baby okay?”

Arizona nodded, stripping off her clothes and sitting down to remove her prosthetic, and she immediately laid back into the warmth of their bed and rubbed a hand across her eyes.

“She’s good, a little fighter. Mom’s stable; improving. But still not awake.”

“You did everything you could.”

The smaller woman was silent, running a hand across her tired eyes again before she reached down, shifting the covers up over her.

“It wasn’t your fault, Arizona.”

Callie could tell exactly what her wife was thinking – what she’d been thinking all day. Arizona had voiced it, briefly, as they ran into the OR, but the brunette could tell that it had been weighing on her all day…and she knew why it had been on her mind, too. Arizona was a closed book to most people who knew them, but Callie could read her, could always read her.

“I told her to put her legs up…” the reply was whispered in the dark, barely audible between them, “she would be fine…she would be holding her baby.”

And she couldn’t stop the tears that welled in her eyes, the slight hitch in her voice as she finally let the emotions of the last forty-eight hours catch up to her. It was too much. It was just so reminiscent of their own crash, of their own daughter’s birth – and even though that had been nearly seven years ago, right now, it felt like only yesterday.

“Come here…”

Callie pulled gently at the other woman’s waist and Arizona immediately rolled to her side, curling into the warm embrace, letting her wife wrap her up in a cocoon of safety. Callie’s hand smoothed along her back, rubbing soothing, comforting circles across her skin, and she pressed her lips to a blonde temple, murmuring softly.

“It wasn’t your fault. And it wasn’t your fault with us, do you hear me? It wasn’t.”

Arizona nodded quietly, pressing her face to the warm hollow of Callie’s neck, and she let out a weary, soft sigh.

“Sometimes I hate our job.”

“Me too.”

The brunette kissed her wife’s forehead again, lingering slightly before tightening their embrace.

“But you saved that baby girl today. Just like you saved our baby girl. Never forget that.”

“I’m just so tired, Callie.”

Callie watched as Arizona’s eyes fluttered shut with another sigh, and she reached over her, carefully tucking the blankets around them both. Arizona’s arm shifted around her middle, tightening her hold, and before hardly five minutes had passed her breathing had evened out; her body and mind finally drifting into the sleep she so badly needed. Callie knew her presence had brought her wife the comfort she needed, and she simply held her close, her hand still softly moving across the curve of her back as she murmured words that would always be true.

“I’ve got you.”


Title: Made it Through

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  Last post of my 20 Day Challenge. THank you to everyone who submitted requests. I really enjoyed this prompt and maybe got a little carried away? If you requested it, let me know if you liked it! (And if you didn’t request it, you can tell me how great or terrible it was. Yolo.) I have been starting on the new requests I have, I’ll be putting out at least one a week. You guys are awesome! :)

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“Swimming!” Christian cried. You sat down on the edge of a lounge chair by the pool; Christian standing between your legs, trying his hardest to wiggle away from you.

“Soon, baby. You need sunscreen first.” you explained, squirting some lotion onto your hands, slathering it over his soft skin. The summer sun shone down around you, the scent of burgers grilling wafted through the backyard, the steady chatter of family and friends surrounded you.

You and Max were at his mother’s house for an end of summer picnic, a tradition she had started right before Max moved to Arizona for his first NHL season. It had started small the first year, just a few close family members and friends. This year, nearly 75 people were crowded in her yard, all there to send Max off for the season. The three of you would be heading back to your home in Arizona tomorrow so Max would be settled in and ready for training camp.

“Dada! Swimming!” Christian yelled as Max came out of the house. Max’s swim trunks hung low on his hips, his muscles even more defined by the tan he had picked up over the summer. His face broke into a smile as he sauntered over, kneeling in front of the two of you.

“Yeah, buddy, you ready to swim?” Max asked.

“Momma, hurry!” Christian said, trying to pull away as you finished rubbing in the last of the lotion.

“Alright, you’re all done.” you said with a laugh.

Max scooped Christian up, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before running over to the pool. Max jumped into the shallow end, your son giggling excitedly as the water splashed up around them.

You looked up, noticing Max’s mom as she walked over to you with a smile. She took a seat on the chair beside you. “I can’t believe the summer is over already.” she sighed. “I don’t know what I’ll do without that little guy around to keep me busy.”

“We’ll miss you. I always hate leaving home.” you admitted. “You’re welcome to visit us anytime. Come down and stay a while. Escape some of the snow.”

“I just might take you up on that offer.” she chuckled.

The two of you turned your attention to the pool when you heard a delighted shriek, Christian perched securely on Max’s broad shoulders, giggling whenever one of Max’s sisters handed him a bucket of water to dump on Max’s head. A few minutes later Leanne turned to face you, a serious expression etched on her face.

“I know the past few years have been really hard on both of you, but you seem to have come out on the other side. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Max happier.” Leanne said; her voice full of sincerity. “Are you happy, (Y/N)?” she asked, genuinely curious. You thought about her statement, remembering how far you and Max had come in the past few years.

You and Max had met in high school and started dating soon after. Your relationship moved fast, probably faster than it should have for a couple of teenagers. Before too long, you found yourself in a drug store bathroom, a positive pregnancy test in your hand. Your parents were not happy, neither were Max’s. You weren’t fully prepared for the difficulties motherhood brought; it had been the hardest time of your life. The two of you still needed to finish high school. Max was still pursuing his dream of playing hockey and you were applying for colleges; all while raising a baby.

The distance was stressful, the judgement from peers was hard to face, and the pressure of raising a child was immense; Max was in London playing junior hockey and you were still living at home in Toronto. Despite the hardship, you had gotten the most precious little boy out of the deal. Christian was the center of your world and you worked hard to make sure he had a mother he could be proud of. He made all the struggle worth it.

You and Max fought a lot during that time; over the distance, over the future, over the responsibility of raising a child. You often took your frustrations and problems out on each other when you should have been working through them together. There were times when you were sure you and Max would never work out, where you would never see him again. You worried that Max would eventually fall out of Christian’s life, but he never did. Through it all, despite all of the trying times, Max was always there to support Christian. He visited as often as his schedule allowed and never missed a birthday, Christmas, or pre-school event; he never let his baby boy down. Even when the two of you weren’t getting along, he always greeted you with a smile and a kiss, letting Christian know his parents loved each other; no matter how deep down those feelings were at the time.

When Max got settled in Arizona for his first season with the Coyotes, he took a leap of faith and asked you and Christian to move with him, so the three of you would have the chance to be a real family, together. Away from family, away from friends, away from judgement; just the three of you. He insisted you would never know if you didn’t at least try and if you wanted to move back to Toronto, he wouldn’t guilt you into staying in Arizona. You were hesitant at first, but had eventually agreed. During the past two years in Arizona everything had fallen into place. Sure, it wasn’t perfect, nothing ever was; but during that time, you had fallen in love with Max all over again.

“I am happy.” you said, honestly. “I’m very happy.”

“Good.” Max’s mom gave your hand a squeeze before she stood up, a huge smile covering her face. She wandered back to the sea of people around the grill, resuming her hosting duties.

The afternoon passed in a blur. Eating way too much, saying difficult goodbyes, and chasing after Christian all day had left you exhausted. Night had fallen and Max had just walked the last guest out to their car; you relaxed by the fire pit in the back yard, sitting on the wicker sofa, your feet propped up on the ottoman in front of you. Christian had been covered in dirt and grass stains by the end of the day and was inside with Leanne, taking a bath. You heard the last car drive away; Max, who had changed into shorts a long-sleeved shirt, appeared from the back door a few moments later, one of his worn-in hoodies in hand.

“Here babe, I thought you might be cold.” He said, tossing it over to you as he made his way to the sofa you were curled up on. You pulled the sweatshirt on, snuggling into it as he settled in beside you, the fabric soft on your skin. The scent of his cologne enveloped you as you lifted his arm, tucking yourself into his side. You smiled as he leaned over and gently pressed a kiss to your temple, wrapping his arm more tightly around your shoulders and holding you close.

“Today was fun.” You said, softly. “Your mom sure knows how to host a party.”

“Does she ever.” He agreed, sighing contentedly. You glanced up at him; his eyes fixed on the fire in front you, the flickering light casting shadows over his handsome face. You sat in silence for a while; the sound of the fire crackling was calming.

“There was a time when I never thought we would have this.” He said suddenly. “I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you stayed with me. I know my career made this whole situation harder on you. I was away so much, you were practically raising our son alone.” He said guiltily; biting his lip, his eyes still fixed on the fire.

“It was hard, Max, but it was worth it.” You said, surprised at his topic of conversation; the two of you didn’t often revisit your rough past. When he didn’t look at you, you lifted your hand to his cheek, gently turning his face to yours. You noticed the guilt still present in his eyes, he blinked hard, his eyes glistening. “Your schedule may have been intense, but you were there for Christian as much as you could be. Even when you and I weren’t getting along, you were always there for him when you said you would be and I’m so grateful for that.”

“I wish I would have handled some things differently with you. I would have treated you so much better. You had your own life and were doing so much more for Christian than I realized.”

“Max, I could have been better to you, too. Don’t blame yourself, we were so young.” You said, wrapping your arms around his strong torso. “If we hadn’t gone through all of that, who knows where we would be today?” you added, resting your head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat sounded in your ear, warmth radiating off his body.

“You’ve done an incredible job with Christian.” He said after a short pause. “You’ve taught him so much. He’s so enamored with you.”

“Don’t give me all the credit.” You said. “He has an amazing father to look up to.”

Max pressed a series of quick kisses to the top of your head. “You don’t know how much I love you, babe.” He said earnestly. “I… just thank you. Thank you for supporting me, for raising our son to be such an amazing little person; for loving us.”

“You’re both pretty easy to love.” You said joyfully.

You lifted your head, Max’s lips meeting your own. You had kissed Max a lot in the past 6 years, but this kiss was different. It was more intense, filled with emotion. His lips, warm and gentle, moved softly with your own. 

“So, you’re happy?” he asked quietly as he pulled away a few moments.

“I’m happy, Max.” you answered truthfully. “You make me so happy.” The smile that spread across his face warmed your heart.

You and Max both jumped when a loud smack sounded off the glass door inside the house. Looking towards the house you saw Christian and Leanne standing inside, Christian’s little hands pressed against the glass door looking out at the two of you expectantly. Max motioned him over to the two of you, a grin breaking out as he looked up at his grandma. Leanne opened the door for him and he toddled across the porch to the couch that you and Max were settled on. You slipped your arms from around Max’s middle, pulling Christian up, he kneeled on your lap. He smelled like kids shampoo, proudly wearing a new pair of pajamas from one of Max’s aunts. He kneeled on your lap, ready to tell you about his exciting adventures with his grandma.

“Hi momma.” He said, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. “Gramma let me put bubbles in the bath!” he said happily.

“Did she?” you asked. “That was nice of her. Did you get to play ‘Go Fish’, too?”

“Mmhmm.” He replied. “I won three times.”

“Gramma must be getting really bad at card games.” Max replied with a smirk. “I never managed to win any games against her when I was a kid.”

“She showed me your room!” he said to Max. “You won lotsa trophies at hockey! Can I learn to play?”

Max smiled. “Of course bud, we’ll get you a pair of skates when we get back to Arizona, how about that?”

Christian nodded enthusiastically as he turned to sit on your lap. As he nestled in, you felt something hard jab into your thigh.

“Baby, what’s in your pocket?” you asked, noticing something protruding from his pajama pants pocket.

Christian’s eyes got wide, clamping his mouth shut with his hands he looked over at Max.

“It’s okay, bud. You can show her.”

Christian leaned over, his childish attempt at whispering failing as your heard him speak to Max. “And ask her?” Christian clarified.

“Yeah, bud. Go ahead.” Max said, winking as his tiny son with a smile.

Christian leaned over, and with some difficulty pulled a small cardboard box out of his pocket. “Close your eyes, momma!” he said. You obliged, wondering what surprise he had in store for you this time. You heard him fiddle with the box and seconds later he said. “Okay, you can open them.”

You looked down at Christian who was looking proudly at you; his hand outstretched, his palm held flat, a sparkling diamond ring perched on his tiny hand. Your mouth dropped open, your heart racing as you glanced between your son and Max. “Will you marry daddy?” he asked.

You looked at Max, the disbelief was evident on your face as Max’s arm tightened around your shoulders. “Will you, babe?” he asked quietly, his eyes hopeful.

“Yes!” you cried looking at Max. Turning to Christian, you saw his smile grow even more. “Yes, baby, I’ll marry your daddy.” You said.

“Which finger?” he asked, looking at Max as his tiny hand grabbed at your fingers.

“This one, bud.” Max said, reaching over and holding your hand out for Christian as he clumsily slid the ring on your finger.

Christian slid off your laps, his job complete. “I’m gonna tell gramma you said yes!” he squealed, running back towards the house, Leanne smiling in the doorway.

“I love you, babe.” Max said. “I’ve been wanting to propose all summer. I just couldn’t think of any spectacular way to do it and—“

“It was perfect, Max” you said, admiring the ring as it sparkled in the firelight. “I can’t wait to be your wife.” You smiled, kissing him once more.

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Summer in Arizona (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

Originally posted by hopeanddoubts

Pairing: Anthony Ramos X Reader

Requested?: Day Four of Write-a-thon! :)

Prompt: Anthony decides to visit you in Phoenix.

Words: 1200+

Warnings: Arizona heat, and Fluff!



The one thing you hated the most about living in Arizona was the heat

I mean, yeah you live thousands of miles away from friends, family, and your loving boyfriend of four years, but that had nothing on the hellish pain at Arizona’s dry heat waves. From late-April to Mid-September, the temperature will skyrocket between 110 and 115 degrees down in the valley. It’s basically hell compared to the chilly weather back in your home state of New York. It didn’t help that the AC in your dorm was busted so you were stuck rooming with your cousin Natasha until the AC was fixed, which won’t be for some time. Natasha, being the wonderful young woman that you knew and loved, allowed you to stay with her rent-free since she gave you the benefit of the doubt since you had an online summer semester to complete because of the barbaric English Literature degree you had chosen to study. Everyone pitied you and this life choice.

It was mid-June. The weather was clear skies and unbearable heat. The professors at NAU (Northern Arizona University) finally came to their senses and decided to cancel the classes for the rest of the week, and most of the teachers are leaving for the summer around this time. You needed a few days of relaxation from that horrid project you had for your English Literature class. You only had three plans today; eat fast food all day, play all your video games, and call your boyfriend. You didn’t get to talk to Anthony, your boyfriend, in about three days. The longest you went without calling or texting him was about three weeks because of mid-terms. You felt bad that you couldn’t call him or any of your friends often. Living all the away across the country wasn’t the best decision you’ve made since you graduated high school. 

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Omg I love Eliza, She’s just amazing, she likes to get things done her way. She may acted like a full on bitch but deep down she has a big heart. Her and Arizona have this amazing chemistry with each other and I think Arizona will be the one to get through to her. I get people don’t like her because she ain’t Callie, NEWSFLASH she ain’t they are completely different people altogether and Callie chose to move on and leave Arizona behind. SO PEOPLE NEED TO GET OVER IT AND STOP HATING ON ELIZA. Give her a chance and get off of her back.