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Big Mouth S4E6: Nick Starr

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[leossmoonn]

Dear Y/n

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pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff

note  / request - “OMFG FINALLY SOMEONE WRITES FOR RECENT CARL GALLAGHER. Can we get one where the reader is Kev and V’s daughter so they grew up together. And maybe Carl is her secret admirer” so i made debbie and you seniors and carl a junior since he is technically a year younger than debbie. so let’s pretend that debbie stayed in school and carl never went to military school lol, just for the sake of this imagine. enjoy!

summary - you find a note in your locker from a secret admirer and try to figure it out who is your secret admirer

warnings - language

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“Hey, girl!” Debbie exclaimed. You looked up from your phone, smiling as you spotted your friend. 

“Hey,” you smiled while walking up to her. Your attention when to Franny, who was sitting in her stroller. You crouched down and smiled at the baby. 

“Hi, baby. How are you? Do you like going to school with Mommy? You know, some day you’ll be going to school. I’ll be an adult and with kids, too!” You babbled to the baby. Franny squealed and held her hands up to you. You giggled, bopping her nose before going up back to talk to Debbie. 

“You’re really good with her,” Debbie complimented.  

“Thanks, kids kinda like me,” you giggled. 

Debbie rolled her eyes, “Yeah, we know. Anyways, can we hang at your house?” 

You two started walking to your guys’s lockers. “Sure. I have to babysit Jems and Ames, though. Mom and Dad don’t get off work until like, midnight.”

Debbie nodded. “Franny can play with them.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded. You unlocked your locker, a piece of paper falling out. 

“What’s that?” Debbie asked.

“I don't know,” you muttered, furrowing your brows. You picked up the paper, unfolding it. Your eyes widened as you saw its contents. It read:

Dear Y/n,

I thought your outfit looked really good. Not that your outfits don’t always look good, but today’s my favorite. I really like your jeans and your red shirt. Red really looks good with your eyes. 

From,

Secret Admirer

Debbie read the note with you, laughing as she got to the end. “You have a secret admirer!”

You smiled, “Yeah. This is cute. I wonder who it’s from.”

“Maybe it’s from Dean Kepner,” Debbie said, nudging your shoulder teasingly. 

You rolled your eyes, “That is the funniest shit I have ever heard.”

“Well, what if it is! I noticed him staring at your shirt today,” Debbie said.

You scoffed, “Yeah, more like staring at my tits. This note said nothing about my  tits. It’s probably not him. Plus, I’m pretty sure Dean can’t make compound sentences. He’s worse at speaking than Ames and Jems, and they’re 3 years old.

Debbie chuckled, “True. Well, we should try to figure it out.”

“Eh. It's probably some jackass who wants to get in my head, and then embarrass me because I thought someone liked me,” you said. 

“Be more optimistic!” Debbie exclaimed. 

“Hm, I will if I get a second note. Let’s go, Jems and Ames are expecting me to pick them up from daycare,” you said. You grabbed a few textbooks and shut your locker. “Is Carl coming home with us?” You asked. 

“I think so,” Debbie said. “Alright. Where is he?” You asked. 

“Probably making out with some slut in the bathrooms,” Debbie said.

“Probably,” you snorted.

You and Debbie walked to the nearest bathroom, peeking behind the corner to see if you could hear any noise. Surprisingly, it was quiet. 

“What are you guys doing?” 

You both jumped, turning around and seeing a confused Carl behind you. 

Carl was Debbie’s little brother. They were both Gallagher’s. They were children of the alcoholic and drug addict Frank and Monica. They lived on the South Side of Chicago, which was where you also lived. 

You were Y/n Ball. Daughter of Veronica Fisher and Kevin Ball. You had lived next to the Gallagher’s all your life. You were their best friend. Well, their only best friend, really. Your mom and their older sister, Fiona, had been friends since forever. You had been born around the same time as Debbie, who was the third oldest out of the 6 Gallagher children, so you two have been basically best friends since birth. Carl was also one of the Gallagher kids you were also the close with, too, him being just a year younger than you. You three had basically grown up together, so being best friends was pretty natural. 

“We were seeing if you were fucking anyone,” Debbie answered. 

Carl scrunched his face up in disgust. “I don’t do that.”

You laughed, “Sure you don’t. C’mon, C-Dog, I gotta pick up the little missies.”

“Alright, Y/n/n,” Carl smiled at the nickname you had given him ever since you two had gotten closer. 

You two hadn’t always been close before. Debbie and you were by far the closest, with being in the same grade and all. You and Carl hung out a lot, but it wasn’t really until he started high school when you two actually hung out one-on-one. He had come to you for relationship advice when he was dating this one girl, Dominique, who turned out to be a horrible person. You two have since bonded about your past, failed relationships, and how shitty life is. 

Since getting closer with him, you had kind of developed a little crush on him. He had always been cute, but when puberty hit him, he became really hot, really quick. You never showed any other feelings for him than platonic, though. You didn’t want to deal with all the drama that it would bring between you and your families. 

“Stop eye-fucking each other, please,” Debbie groaned, walking away from you two.

You rolled your eyes, “Like you should talk. Every guy you meet you imagine sleeping with them.”

“Not true!” Debbie defended herself. 

“Yeah, right. That’s why you have a baby,” Carl joked. 

“You guys are so mean,” Debbie muttered. 

“That one was pretty mean, but at least it didn’t come from me,” you smiled. 

“Yeah, it came from the asshole who got circumcised for a girl,” Debbie laughed. 

You laughed with her, Carl rolling his eyes and blushing. He looked to you and noticed a piece of paper peeking out from your jeans. 

“What's that?” He asked and pointed.

“Oh, it’s a note that someone gave me,” you said. You took it out and gave it to Carl. He opened it and read it. 

“This is nice,” he said. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty cute,” you agreed. He handed you the note back. “Who do you think it is?”

“I don’t know, honestly. I’m kind of thinking it’s a joke, so I wanna wait till I get another one,” you said, folding it back into your pocket. 

“I think it’s Dean Kepner,” Debbie stated.  You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, you're the only one.”

“Is that the popular football guy? In your grade?” Carl asked. 

“Yep. He’s so hot,” Debbie sighed dreamily. 

“I don’t think so,” you stated.

Carl looked at you and nodded. “Yeah, I heard he does hard drugs.”

“Yeah, another reason why I don’t fuck with him. I mean, I have a beer every other night, but never am I gonna do drugs. That shit messes you up,” you sighed. 

“Yeah, we know. We had Monica as our mother,” Debbie said. 

You chuckled, walking over to your car. You got in the driver seat, Carl sitting in the passengers. Debbie usually sat there, but since she has a baby, you told her it wasn’t safe to put Franny in the passenger seat, especially since if the even of an accident, the airbag goes off and hurts Franny. 

You drove to daycare, humming songs from the radio while doing so. While you were driving, Carl couldn’t help but stare between your face and the note in your pocket. You didn’t know, but the person who wrote you the note was him. 

Carl was usually pretty confident and outgoing. All of his family like that. You had to do that to survive the South Side. But when it came to you, he was like jello. He didn’t know how to act, speak, whether he could look at you two seconds longer than normal. You never noticed his behaviour change, though. To you, he was always quiet and low-key. He was thankful that he never questioned why he was so quiet around you, especially since he was a loud, annoying kid when he was younger. 

With these notes, he would be able to say what he was afraid to say to your face. He didn’t want to face rejection, especially by the pretty senior girl that had lived next to him since the day he was born. It would be awkward if you did reject him, so he just kept quiet until maybe he worked up the courage to ask you out depending on wether you liked the notes or not. 

You parked in a handicap parking spot. “Alright, one of you wanna go and help me get Ames and Jems?” You asked. 

“Carl, can you do it, I wanna stay with Franny,” Debbie said.

“Yeah, sure,” Carl nodded. He got out of the car with you, walking into the daycare. 

You walked up to front desk. “Hi, I’m here for Amy and Jemma Ball. I'm their older sister, Y/n,” you said.

“Alright, can I see ID?” The woman asked. 

You nodded and got your wallet out of your back pocket. You handed her your ID. She handed it back to you. 

“Alright, go ahead and head in,” she said.

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

She hummed a ‘you’re welcome’ as you and Carl went into the play room. 

“Why do you have to give her your ID?” Carl asked. 

“I think it’s because she’s new, and also I didn’t drop them off this morning. They wanna make sure no one kidnaps children,” you explained. 

Carl nodded. “Ah, makes sense.”

“Yeah, the usual woman here, Julie, moved to Florida. She always gave me and the girls a mint when we left, and never asked for my ID,” you said.

“Wow, she sounds cool,” Carl said. 

“Yep, she was,” you smiled. 

You walked into the room, spotting Jemma and Amy immediately. They spotted you two, smiling and running up to you. 

“Hi, babes!” You exclaimed, crouching down and catching them in your arms. 

“Hi, Y/n!” They both squealed. 

“Ready to go home?” You asked. 

They both nodded. 

“Alright. Let me go get your stuff, hang out with Uncle Carl for a few minutes, okay?” You said. 

“Okay,” Jemma said.

You walked over to their cubby, grabbing their baby bags. You went back over to Carl, taking a hold of both of the girls’s hands. 

“Let’s go, babes,” you said. 

“I’m hungry!” Amy exclaimed. 

“I’ll get you a snack when we get home, alright?” You asked. 

Amy nodded, smiling excitedly. You smiled at her, looking up to see Carl opening the door for you. 

“Thanks,” you smiled at him. 

“No problem,” he nodded and followed behind you. You put the girls in the backseat with Debbie, unloading their bags in the trunk. You got in the front seat, starting the car. 

“Do you want to be dropped off at your house or stay with us at my place?” You asked Carl. 

“I'll hang with you guys,” Carl said. 

You nodded, “Sounds good.”

You drove back home, parking the car on the side. You unlocked the front door, immediately dropping all the bags you had. You slumped on the couch, taking a breather. 

“Can we have a snack?” Jemma asked. 

“Oh, yeah, right,” you said, getting up. “You guys want some fruit snacks?” “Yeah!” Amy exclaimed. 

You nodded, going to the pantry and getting two packs of fruit snacks for each of them. You led them back to the couch, turning on the tv. 

“Watch TV with Franny, okay? Sissy has to do homework,” you said. 

The twins nodded, looking at Paw Patrol, which was what was playing. You went to the kitchen table, unloading your backpack. 

“You’re really good at taking care of them,” Carl said, sitting next to you. 

You smiled, “Thanks. Mom and Dad do a lot, but since they are a little older and so am I, they let me have more responsibility. They have to work and stuff to make sure we can afford everything. I’d like to say I’m an expert at taking care of Amy and Jemma.”

Carl chuckled, “Yeah, I couldn’t imagine taking care of a kid.”

“Well, you have been taking care of Liam since he was born, right?” You asked. 

Carl shrugged, “I guess.”

“Taking care of kids is easy if you like them,” you shrugged. 

“Makes sense,” he said.

You hummed. 

“So, are you waiting for another note?” Carl asked. 

“Hm, kind of, yeah. I would be lying if I didn’t say I hoped this will turn into some cute, romantic love story with someone,” you chuckled. 

Carl blushed a little, focusing on his own homework. “Yeah, that’d be nice. 

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“Yeah, Mom, I got it. No problem, see you later,” you said, hanging up the call. You sighed, walking slowly to your locker. 

Your mom had just called you to come to the Alibi to help out since business was buzzing. Word was, Frank was up to one of his schemes again and got the Alibi full and drunk. You couldn’t wait to deal with perky, 50 year-old men catcalling you. You were wearing a sweatshirt, too, which you knew would make it worse since the men always would try to have you take it off, and never stopped pushing. Luckily, you had pepper spray with you at all times so if someone ever got too much, you wouldn’t hesitate to spray them. 

You opened your locker, putting away a few binders when you noticed another note. You grabbed it, unfolding it with a hint of excitement. You would be lying if you said you hadn't been looking forward to this all day. 

You opened the note, smiling widely as its contents. 

Dear Y/n,

Your makeup looks amazing today. You’re really talented with the eyeliner and stuff. Oh, and your lipstick matches really well with your outfit, too.

From,  Secret Admirer

“Another note, huh?” Debbie said, approaching you. 

You smiled and nodded. “Yep.”

“What's that?” Carl asked. 

“Another note from Y/n’s admirer,” Debbie smiled. 

Carl flushed a little. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I hope this is for real. I want to meet this person.”

“Maybe you will,” Carl said. You looked to him, a worried expression settling on your face. 

“You okay, C-Dog?” You asked. 

“Yeah. I’m gonna catch the bus. See you guys later,” he said, walking off quickly. 

You furrowed your brows. “What's got his dick in a twist?”

“I have no idea. Maybe he likes you,” Debbie smirked. 

Your heart fluttered a little at the thought of him liking you. Debbie knew you liked Carl, so maybe she was fucking with you, but you had to ask to be sure. 

“Does he?” 

“I think,” Debbie said. 

“Oh,” you muttered. “Cool,” you smiled. 

You weren’t going to confront him just yet, but you prayed to God your secret admirer was Carl. 

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“Hey, there’s something for you in the mail,” Veronica said. 

You furrowed your brows. “Who’s it from?”

“It doesn’t have a name,” Veronica said, hanging you an envelope. “It just has your name on it.”

“Huh,” you said, taking the envelope. You tore it open, your eyes widening as you saw another note it in. 

“What is it?” Kevin asked. 

“A note,” you said. “From my secret admirer.”

“You have a secret admirer! Wow,” Kevin said. 

“Yeah,” you chuckled. You sat on the couch, opening the note. 

Dear Y/n,

I thought you looked really pretty today. I hope you don’t find it weird I mailed this to your house, I actually live close to you, so I saw you crossing the street today. Anyways, I just thought I would let you know you look pretty. 

From, 

Secret Admirer

You found yourself giggling, setting the note down. Even though you were flattered, you found it a little weird this person knew where you lived, even if they supposedly lived near. You didn’t know why they couldn’t just tell you all these things in person. 

“What does it say?” Veronica asked.

“The note calls me pretty,” you said, putting it back in its envelope. 

“Hm, well, whoever this is isn’t wrong,” Veronica grinned. “Do you have any idea who it is?”

You sighed, “Nope. It says they live close to me, though.”

“Maybe it’s one of the Gallagher’s,” Kevin suggested. 

Your eyes went wide, remembering what Debbie had said to a few days ago when you got the second note. You shook your head, though. Carl was out with his friends right now, you had just left his house, too, and there was no sign of him. 

“Nah, no offence to them, none of them are this romantic or anything. Well, except Ian, but he’s gay,” you said. 

“Maybe ask about it, though? All of our other neighbours are old men, and that does not look like old man handwriting,” Veronica said. 

“Maybe I will. I mean, Debbie said Carl liked me, and when I got the second note, Carl was acting all weird and shit,” you said.

Veronica eyes widened. “Carl?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I don’t care if it's him, though, it'd be kind of weird.”

Veronica sat down on the couch next to you. “You like him, don’t you?”

“Kind of,” you said sheepishly. 

“Well, I think you should ask him about it. If he says no, then don’t mention your feelings for him. If he says yes the notes are from him, then confess,” Veronica said.

“Should I do that?” You asked. 

“I think so, baby. Carl’s a good kid, especially with you around. I wouldn’t have a problem with you two dating.”

You smiled, “Thanks, Mom. I’ll go to his place tomorrow.”

“My baby is about to get a boyfriend!” Kevin whooped. “If he hurts you, I will kill him.”

You chuckled, “Thanks, Dad.”

————

You walked into the Gallagher’s house, spotting Fiona in the kitchen.

“Hey, Fi,” you smiled. 

“Hey, Y/n! Are you here fo Debbie? She went out,” Fiona said.

“No, actually. I’m here for Carl,” you said.

“Oh, okay. Well, he’s upstairs,” Fiona said.

“Thanks, Fi,” you smiled and made your way up to Carl’s room. You saw that the door was wide open.

You went in, not seeing Carl anywhere.

Where is he? You thought.

You went around his room, walking around the room. His room was ridiculously messy. Clothes everywhere, food and plates all over the dresser, weird liquid on the floor. You chuckled to yourself as you had to step over the puddle. 

“Boys are horrific,” you muttered to yourself. 

You went to the desk, sitting down in the desk chair. You looked around on the desk, seeing court date papers, old homework, and cigarette boxes. As you looked more to your right, something had caught your eye. There was a paper with your name on it on the back. 

You picked it up hesitantly, slowly unfolding it. Your eyes widened as you saw the words “Dear Y/n”. You knew you shouldn't, but you went ahead and read it anyways. You just wanted to make sure you were correct of your suspicions. 

Dear Y/n,

After these few weeks, I have decided to try and be brave and go up to ask you out. I think you’re really pretty and you’re so funny and nice. I’ve liked you since I started high school, and even if I get rejected, I know I would regret not trying to ask you out. So, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date?

From, 

Secret Admirer, aka Carl (Gallagher)

“Y/n?” You snapped your head back, seeing Carl in a towel. Your eyes quickly ran past his chest, seeing the toned muscles in his arms and stomach. You eyes went up to his face, lingering on his lips. You then went up to his eyes, seeing them wide and filled with wonder. 

“Sorry, I’ll, uh, go,” you muttered and stood up, leaving the note on the desk. 

“What?” Carl asked. He was beyond confused, but when he saw you and the note, he put the pieces together. As you went to walk out of his room, he grabbed your arm, pulling you back gently so you two were face-to-face.  

“Did read the note?” He asked.

You looked up at him sheepishly, “Yeah, I’m sorry for invading your privacy.”

Carl sighed, “It’s alright. I’m, uh, sorry if I wasn't who you were expecting or anything. I know I’m probably not the person you like or anything, but I just wanted to try and see if you liked me. Ian and Lip said that was a cute idea, the notes.”

Your eyes lit up with he voiced his concerns. Your lips upturned into a smile, your eyes staring into his. 

“Carl, I like you, too,” you said. 

Carl’s eyes widened. “Wha-what?”

You took his hands in yours. “It was a cute idea. And I’ve liked you for the last 3 years, too. I was hoping it was you, actually.”

Carl blushed, a big smile appearing on his face. “Really?” “Yep,” you nodded. 

“Awesome!” Carl chuckled. “So, do you want to go on a date with me?”

“Yeah, I’d love to,” you smiled. 

“Cool,” he smiled. “Well, I need to get dressed. You can stay and watch if you want,” he smirked. 

You giggled at his words. “Don’t mind if I do.”

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Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 24

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June 1999

The air smells wet and woody, birdsongs trilling in the early morning sun that trickles through a sky light. She stretches, then disentangles her legs from the sheets and stands, walking to the window.

There is a giant soaking tub in the corner of the room, flanked by two windowed walls that afford a sweeping view of the Cascade mountains, green carpeted hillsides meeting with a baby-blue sky.

She can still recall her mother’s face when they told her the wedding would be in Washington State. “But...we don’t even know anyone in Washington, Dana,” she’d said with a bemused expression, lamenting the length of their flights with a nine-month-old in tow.

Her mother’s reaction paled in comparison to Mulder’s excitement when she’d suggested the idea; she would spend their honeymoon relaxing with a book in the tub, and he could spend it traipsing through the woods looking for Sasquatch, or ‘squatchin’ as he called it. They would reunite in the afternoon, hiking, making love, catching up on all the conversations they’d missed while in the trenches of parenting a new baby. Mom would stay at the same resort with Molly so they could see her every day, while having precious nights to themselves; something they haven’t done since she was born.

She turns the tap on the bath, a blast of water thundering into the empty basin. When it’s full nearly to the brim, she disrobes and eases in, breathing deeply to inhale the juniper-scented steam, courtesy of the resort-provided bath salts. Closing her eyes, she thinks back over it all; their chance meeting, how she was drawn to him by a force that seemed to be bigger than them both, the anguish of wanting him but feeling like she owed it to Ethan to stay together. Her eyes snap open, a memory long-buried in the recesses of her mind springing forth like a trebuchet.

The day she met Mulder, she’d been planning to take the day off to go to a book signing for an author she admires. The signing was cancelled due to a scheduling conflict and she almost took the day off anyway, but had a last minute pang of guilt knowing that the workload that week was already heavy and Trudy would struggle to manage it all on her own. So she’d gone in, she’d performed that autopsy that should have been on Trudy’s docket, and she’d filled out the paperwork, and she’d met Mulder. How delicate the balance of the universe that such an insignificant choice completely changed the course of her life.

She suddenly misses him acutely, and a bundle of nerves and excitement flutters in her belly thinking about when she’ll see him next. She’d scoffed at the idea of them spending last night apart; they live together and have a child so the performative chastity seemed to be a bit much. He said it was like a fast, that a little time apart would make it even more special when they saw each other at the ceremony, and she ultimately acquiesced.

“Meet me on a mountain top at 4 o’clock tomorrow?” he’d asked as he backed out of her room, pulling away from the desperate kisses she was planting all over his face.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” she replied with a smile, and they said goodnight.

She smiles again, sinking down until the water slips into her ears. She can’t wait to marry him.

———

He sits up and arches his back, his spine protesting the cramped accommodations. Looking over at Byers and Missy curled up in the king size bed, he regrets his decision to crash on the couch here instead of staying with Scully in their room. Not only because he slept like shit with his legs hanging over the end, but also because work takes him away from his girls so often, he’s an idiot to add another day to it if he doesn’t have to.

He stands, hands on his hips as he twists to stretch his angry muscles, and walks to the window, taking in the dense green hills and valleys that surround them. He smiles, because she could have asked to go to Mexico, or France, or anywhere on the entire Earth and he would have given her what she wanted, but she chose the place she knew he wanted to go. Selfless and giving to a fault, his Scully. Soon to be his wife.

He quietly slips on his running shoes and sneaks out of the room, hitting the hard-packed dirt trail the concierge had told him about. The quiet forest is the perfect place to be alone with his thoughts, nothing but the thud of his feet striking the ground and the twitter of waking birds to distract him. He thinks about his life, about being a child who was lonely and alone, with parents who provided food and shelter but not much more. He thinks about Molly, and how she will never know that kind of pain, that there will never be a day of her life that she is not told how much she is loved. He wonders if his dad ever felt about his mom the way he feels about Scully, and he knows it’s not possible that he did, because if so they would still be together.

He comes to a break in the trees and pauses, breath heaving and lungs burning as he watches a hawk gliding through the valley below, hunting for breakfast. How easily he could have missed this moment, he thinks. Even one small change to the trajectory of his life, and he never would have walked into the autopsy bay that day. If the courier hadn’t been sick, if he hadn’t stopped by Kirkbride’s office when he did. Even further back, if he hadn’t stayed with the bureau with the X files were closed, if Valerie hadn’t been there to encourage him, or if he hadn’t met Valerie one random Tuesday at a record store. The path was long and winding, and it led to her. It led to him on this mountaintop in a sweat-soaked T-shirt, smiling at the thought of his baby daughter, his almost-wife.

He picks up running again, the smile staying on his lips. He’s always felt like he was running away; from his painful past, his regrets, his bad decisions. Now he realizes he’s running towards; his future, a thousand opportunities yet unseen, a kind of happiness he never thought he’d know. He can’t wait for the rest of his life to start.

———

He stands in a clearing near the edge of a cliff, the lush green landscape toeing up against the horizon looking like crooked teeth. Frohike stands beside him in khaki pants and a white linen shirt, a leather folio clasped in his hands. Mulder is also dressed fairly casually, in slacks and a blue Oxford shirt, the sleeves cuffed and the top button undone.

Scully wanted this to be as non-traditional as possible, to make it their own. There is no wedding party, no tuxedo, no flower girl or garter toss. No one will walk her down the aisle, as no one but herself has the ownership to give her away. The guests are small in number; immediate family only, plus the gunmen. Monica and Dahlia are house-sitting back in DC, minding Priscilla as well as the dog, King, that joined the family after the purchase of their house in March. Bucking the idea of arranging guests by whose “side” they are on, they all sit in a small cluster, and Scully will enter from the side.

He looks out and waves at Molly, who is standing on Missy’s lap, holding her hands and bouncing up and down forcefully. She squeals and shouts “dah, dah, dah!” which he chooses to interpret as “Daddy” even though Scully told him it’s just a nonsense syllable and doesn’t mean anything.

Langly gets the signal from Frohike and hits play on a small boom box, piping an instrumental version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” up into the branches of the towering evergreen trees. He expected to feel nervous at this moment, but all he feels is excitement as Maggie scurries out from behind a line of trees and takes her place beside Bill, giving him a smile and a wink.

Scully appears from around the same group of trees and he grins broadly. He’s seen the dress, they picked it out together, but the full effect is stunning. Her hair, now grown well past her shoulder blades, is curled softly and pinned half up, brilliant red tendrils shimmering in the midday sun against her porcelain shoulders. Her dress is full length pearl satin, a slim sheath cut with off the shoulder straps. She is holding a small bouquet of pink peonies in her hands, and holding his eye with a playful smirk.

She arrives beside him and before the music stops, before Frohike has a chance to begin, he steps forward and takes her by the waist, kissing her fully. The guests laugh and he pulls away to see a confused smile on her face.

“I couldn’t wait,” he says simply.

They move through the ceremony, exchanging rings and vowing to love each other forever; promises they’ve already made to each other a hundred times. As they near the part that Scully understands to be the end, Frohike goes off script.

“Mulder has prepared some words of his own, he’ll read them now,” he says, nodding toward his friend.

Scully’s eyebrows lift in a surprised and confused expression.

“Mulder, we didn’t talk about writing our own vows,” she whispers, afraid she’s failed to complete the assignment.

“It’s okay, these are for both of us,” he whispers, and then, taking her hands in his, he reads a passage from her favorite book from memory.

“I have for the first time found what I can truly love; I have found you. You are my sympathy, my better self, my good angel; I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely. A fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my center and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.”

The tear that slips down her cheek is borne only of happiness. She looks into his green eyes and sees contentment and love, and desire. It’s not a spark, what they have, nor an ember. It’s a wildfire, a white-hot torch, an eternal flame that binds them together inseparably. They were forged in fire the moment he laid eyes on her in that autopsy bay, maybe even before.

Frohike concludes, “by the power invested in me by the State of Washington, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride…again.”

He wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her up as he kisses her deeply, a gust of warm summer wind picking up pine needles and tossing them in a mini-tornado that surrounds them both. Molly squeals “dah dah dah!” and claps for her parents.

———

She stands at the mirror, brushing her teeth. Her hair is combed out, her makeup removed, the white dress hanging in the corner of the room with the hem now tinged brown from the dirt that served as their dance floor.

Mulder appears behind her, an arm snaking around the waist of her satin nightgown. She smiles at the sight of his newly ring-adorned hand pressed flat against her belly, then leans forward to rinse.

“Ready for bed?” he asks softly, and she nods.

They slip beneath the cool sheets, curling around one another face-to-face; her leg threaded between his, his arms around her back, foreheads touching. She draws in a big breath and lets it out slowly, contentment settling deep in her bones.

“Do you ever think about all the things that had to happen in exactly the way they did to lead us here?” he asks, and she pulls back a little to look at his face.

“Yes, I was actually just thinking about that earlier,” she says with a curious lilt.

“Makes you wonder, huh, what lives we’d be leading if even just one detail were changed,” he says, tracing his finger along her shoulder blade.

“I don’t think it would have mattered, actually,” she says, and he gives her a quizzical look, silently asking her to elaborate. “I know this will sound a little far-fetched coming from me,” she begins with a self-conscious smile, “but I think it was always going to end up this way. Even if we hadn’t met when we did, we would have crossed paths some other way. Looking back over everything, it just seems like this was meant to be the outcome, even if the path to get here could have gone in a lot of different directions.”

He ponders this, remembering a conversation they had over coffee when, against all odds, she reappeared in his life.

“Like there was only one choice, and signs along the way to pay attention to,” he says contemplatively, lifting his hand to brush a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Exactly,” she replies, pressing her lips to his briefly, “it was always going to be you.”

END

#the x files #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #gillovny #msr #sculder #x files fanfic #alternate universe

[hopelikethemoon]

Mr. Mom (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Mr. Mom Rating: PG-13 Length: 2800 Warnings: Mild Angst, but mostly FLUFF. Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Javier POV set in late March 1997. My Javier muse is yelling at me for the title of this chapter. It’ll make sense. Shoutout to @absurdthirst​ for this one and tomorrow’s.  Summary: Javier goes to the grocery store.

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“What’s his name, daddy?” Josie questioned as she held up the stuffed dog that Javier had given her to occupy her interests while he tried to shop for groceries. If she didn’t have something to do she was prone to ask a million questions about everything he bought. 

The first trip to the grocery store had not been a success. He was used to going alone or having both of them there to play interference with her. 

“Let me see.” Javier said as he took the toy from her, he flipped open the red heart ear tag, “Doby. Doby the Doberman.” He passed the toy back to her. “If you behave for me, I’ll let you take him home.” 

“Did you know mommy wants a puppy? I can give it to her!” She cheered a little, pretending to walk the dog along the handle. 

He chuckled. “Ah, she’s gotten to you as well.” 

Javier couldn’t blame her. She was stuck at home all day while he was at the university. Josie was a handful to keep entertained, but she had to be lonely. He’d never known her to just sit around and do nothing and now she had to. 

Shit. 

He still remembered how despondent she had been in the short period of time after she’d been let go by the DEA. Numb. That was the best way to describe her. She hadn’t really snapped out of it until Danny’s wedding. 

Javier pushed the cart down the aisle, eyeing the shelves as he looked for some of their favorite easy-to-make meals. He didn’t want her having to stress about what she was going to make them for lunch or dinner. He didn’t want her to stress at all. 

That guilt weighed heavily on his shoulders. 

“Do you like Spaghetti-O's, JoJo?” Javier questioned, brushing his fingers over her hair to get her attention.

She looked up, scrunching her nose as she looked at the cans to her left. “Dinosaurs!” Josie squealed as she spotted the set of cans that had a dinosaur on them. “Daddy, please!” She stuck out her bottom lip. 

“I hear you.” He assured her, reaching down to pick up a couple cans. “You’re going to eat all of these and spare your mother having to make you mac and cheese for lunch every day.” 

“Okay!” She clapped, before her attention went back to the toy. “Doby says he loves you, daddy.” 

“Does he now?”

She nodded empathically. 

“Well tell him I love him too, princesa.” He smiled adoringly at her, before he started pushing the cart further down the aisle. Javier paused, grabbing a few cans of diced tomatoes off the shelf. 

“No licey beans.” Josie warned him.

“I’m not getting lima beans, Josie.” He assured her, even as he put two cans in the cart. She hated almost all things bean-related if they were green. It was a problem. 

“Okay daddy.” She smiled at him before she started whispering to the stuffed animal. “He’s gonna get them still, Doby.” 

Javier rolled his eyes and started further down the cart. She had certainly acquired her mother’s keen sense of observation. Did that mean the next one would be more like him? Saints preserve the kid that ended up like him. 

He grabbed two boxes of donuts off the end of an aisle as he made his way towards the cold food section to grab a few pizzas. They could just throw them in the oven and make them without much fuss. And she could always reheat the leftovers for lunch the next day. 

“Oh, Javier!”

Fuck. 

He recognized that shrill tone from dance class. Could he not have one moment of peace?

“It’s Miss Missy!” Josie pointed, rather dramatically, before lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper for Doby. “Mommy doesn’t like her.” 

“Josie.” Javier gave her a warning look and she scrunched up her nose. 

“Sorry daddy!” 

“Look at you, playing Mr. Mom.” Missy remarked as she approached his cart. He noted the way she put a little extra sway in her step. Ever since it had been pointed out to him that the mother’s at ballet had it out for him, he noticed how they often acted around him. Well, most of the time, otherwise he tried to avoid them.

Javier arched a brow, “I’m fairly certain I’m just being a father.” He opened the freezer door up, grabbing a box of pizza bites out. He hated when people made comments like that. Or that he was ‘babysitting’ his own kid. “How are you, Missy?” He questioned, realizing that the woman had no intention of leaving yet. 

“Oh, you know... “ She offered with an attempt at a charming grin. “We’ve missed seeing Josie at ballet.” Missy looked at him then, looking him up and down. “And more importantly, we’ve missed seeing you.” 

“Yeah,” Javier shrugged a shoulder. “We’ve had a lot going on with the move and everything.” He tried to move the cart forward, but she had a rather tight grip on the side of the cart. 

“How is the new house? Coconut Grove, right?”

He nodded stiffly. “It’s great. We’re excited about finally having a place that’s our own.” 

Missy tossed her hair over her shoulder, before looking around cautiously. “I heard about what you are going through at the university and I just wanted to let you know that I… understand.” She tilted her head and smiled sweetly. “And it’s okay… it’s not like the two of you are married. If you ever need to blow off steam—”

How dare she. 

“This conversation is over.” He snapped, pushing the cart forward with enough force that Missy had to let go of it. 

“Javier, wait! I didn’t mean any offense by it. Really. I was just trying to commiserate with you.” 

“Commiserate.” He exhaled heavily, fingers gripping at the cart handle until they turned white. “Look.” He started with a sharp tone, turning around to face the woman. “The woman I love is laid up in bed with a high-risk pregnancy right now… and you’re going to stand here — in front of my daughter, mind you — and say this shit? You’ve got some fucking nerve lady.” 

“Swear jar!” Josie called out, before descending into giggles.

It was hard not to laugh at Josie. She was rather committed to the bit she and her mother had started. 

But Javier was pissed off and not in the mood. 

“Don’t get me wrong… It really is sad, what she’s going through.” Missy offered with little to no actual sympathy. “Which is why I would understand… if the stress got to you.” 

He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, rocking his jaw. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Javier shook his head. “You live in a glasshouse, don’t you? Judging my relationship because we aren’t married. When you and the other bitc— mothers are married and trying to get in my pants. Don’t speak to me again.”

Missy opened and closed her mouth twice, before she took a step backwards. “Oh. I’m…”

“I don’t want to hear it.” He snarled, before he turned back to Josie and attempted to compose himself. “Tell Miss Missy bye.” Javier told her, brushing his fingers over her curls. 

“I’m okay.” Josie shrugged, her attention solely focused on Doby. 

 ———

 “We’re home!” Javier called out as he pushed the door open, letting Josie in ahead of him as he hauled the grocery bags into the house. It was still surreal to come home — to a place that didn’t have a flight of stairs or a parking lot filled with other people. To a house with a “Welcome Home” mat out front and a mailbox.

“I’m watching Romeo + Juliet. Don’t interrupt.” She called out from the family room, but Josie was already on her way to interrupt. 

“I got a dog!”

“That is a stuffed animal.”

Josie blew a raspberry. “I got him for you.” 

Javier laughed as he listened to the conversation, heading into the kitchen. 

“You got him for me?”

“Uh-hu.” Josie answered. “He will keep you safe while you’re in bed.” 

“That’s very sweet of you, sweetheart.” 

Javier sat the groceries down before he looked around the corner into the family room. “How are you feeling?” 

Josie was showering her in kisses, via Doby. 

“I’ve been better. I had a headache for a little while.” She offered a faint smile, pulling Josie onto her lap. “I think it’s the Lamictal.” 

“I’m sorry.” Javier wished there was something he could do to help her. The most he could do was handle things with Josie when he was home. At least they had Monica to help when she wasn’t in class, but he knew she was still under a lot of stress. 

“Did you get me Poptarts?”

“Yeah, you want one?”

She smiled at him, “Two, please.” 

“Is she an angel?” Josie questioned, pointing at the tv screen. 

“No.” She answered, kissing the top of her head. “Her name’s Juliet.” 

“Who’s he?”

“That’s Romeo.”

“Romeo-Sphagettio.” Josie giggled, flopping onto the sofa beside her mother. “We saw Miss Missy at the store.”

Javier folded his arms across his chest and frowned. “I owe the swear jar a few quarters.”

“Three.” 

She laughed, looking between the two of them. “What the heck happened?”

He shrugged. “Apparently the rumor has got around at ballet. I’m honestly surprised the DEA hasn’t cooked up a story that I’m sleeping with one of them.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Missy was running her mouth and I went off on her. Enough said.” 

“Oh, Javi.” She laughed softly, settling back on the sofa with a sigh. “Put up the groceries, make me a Poptart, and come join me.” 

“So bossy.” Javier arched a brow at her. “Maybe I will take Missy up on her offer.” He would never.

“Are you trying to stress me out?” She stuck out her bottom lip, doing her best attempt at a pout. 

“I think Josie could teach you a thing or two about that look.” Javier chuckled, pushing off the wall and heading back into the kitchen. He enjoyed listening to Josie asking her mother a dozen questions about the movie, while he put up the groceries. 

Josie was out like a light by the time he finished putting everything up in the kitchen. 

“I’ll put her to bed,” He whispered, passing her the plate of Poptarts before he picked Josie up carefully. She snuffled as she woke up, but she was quick to fall back to sleep when he tucked her in.

“How’s your Poptart, baby?” Javier questioned as he headed back out into the family room. 

“Exactly what I wanted.” She grinned at him. He loved the fact that a smile like that could still make his heart skip a beat. “And you remembered that I like the ones without icing.” 

Javier leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, before he collapsed onto the sofa beside her. He dragged his hand over his face and down his neck as he sighed. “We’ve got to find her a new dance studio.” 

She gave him a look, “What did you say?”

“Not nearly enough. If I hadn’t had Josie…” He shook his head. “I’m glad you’re not like them.” 

“I could be.” She teased, giving him a look. “I’ve tried to look elsewhere, but…. for some reason I’m really attracted to you.” 

Javier glared at her. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s hilarious.” 

“Is it?” He arched a brow.

She shrugged, popping the last of her Poptart into her mouth. “I think it is. I mean… we both had a bit of a reputation back in Colombia.” 

He grumbled, “I don’t want to talk about Colombia.” 

“I’m just saying…” She narrowed her eyes at him, before gesturing at the tv. “Sometimes you meet someone you’re willing to throw it all away from.”

Javier looked at the screen. “Aren’t they like thirteen?” He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “And they fucking die.” 

“You know exactly what I’m saying.” She moved in closer to him, resting her cheek against his shoulder, wedging her arm in between his back and the sofa cushion. “I knew what I was doing, Javi…” She whispered. “I’m just as guilty in this as you are… stop letting the guilt eat at you.” 

“It’s hard.” He admitted quietly, swallowing the lump in the back of his throat. 

“I know it is. But at this rate you will be grey when our daughter is born.” She told him, reaching up to brush her fingers through his hair. “We can’t both have high blood pressure.”

“I can’t lose you, baby.” 

“And I can’t lose you.” She kissed his cheek. “So quit worrying.” She traced her finger up his nose, pressing her fingertip against the line between his brows. “This could be the Mariana Trench.”

“You’re so weird.” He gave her leg a squeeze, before he looked under the pillow for the remote. “Let’s finish watching this. It’s due back tomorrow.” 

“I wish there was a way we could just watch these on the TV.”

“How?”

“I don’t know, like… a channel just to watch whatever movie you wanted to watch.” 

Javier huffed. “There’d be too many channels.” 

“Look, I’m spending a lot of time watching movies. I have ideas.” She rolled her eyes, chewing on her bottom lip. “Can you pick up From Dusk Til Dawn and Desperado tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll look for them. Balto for Josie, right?”

“Yep.” She grabbed one of the sofa pillows and rested it on his lap, before she settled down lengthwise and rested her head on it. “I hate being stuck at home—”

“Baby.” 

“— but this is nice.” 

He smiled as he brushed his fingers through her hair. “I wish I could be here more often.” 

“Someone’s gotta pay the mortgage.” She pointed out. “Ow.” She winced a little, readjusting how she was laying on her side. “Your daughter is kicking again.” 

“Yeah?” Javier grinned as he looked down to where she was rubbing her stomach. “May I?”

“Of course you can.” She grinned up at him, though it was tinged with a slight look of discomfort. 

He reached down and rubbed his hand over her side, before he slid it around to rest against her stomach. It took a moment before he felt the fluttering movement of the baby beneath his palm. 

“She's quite the kicker.”

“It’s hard to stay seated all day when she's kicking at my bladder.”

Javier played with her hair. “You’ll have me all weekend… except when I have lesson planning for next week.”

“I’m really okay.” She promised him. “And it’s nice having Monica to help. I made her unpack my clothes.” 

“Yeah?” Javier questioned, half-heartedly watching the movie. 

“It’s going to take me forever to get back in shape.” She complained quietly, resting her hand on her stomach. “I feel bigger than I was with Josie.”

“Remember what the doctor mentioned.”

“I know.” She sighed. 

“Baby, you’re perfect just like this.” He promised her. “And you'll be perfect after.”

She huffed and laughed. “You just like having proof that you got me knocked up twice.”

Javier chuckled, brushing his fingers over her temple. “Isn’t that what the kids are for?”

“Touché.” She rubbed at her forehead. 

“Headache?”

“A little. I’m fine.” She sighed heavily, staring at the TV. “Do you think she’ll look like Josie?”

“Who?”

“The puppy. Obviously, I’m talking about Sofía.” She reached for his hand, bringing it to her lips to kiss her palm. “Speaking of which… I’d prefer a mature dog.”

“You really want one don’t you?”

“I almost adopted one in Colombia.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “It was when I was with Lance. He was super great about it, not being a dog person, but ultimately he drove home the idea that I’d probably have to leave them behind if I ever went back to the states.”

“Are you trying to guilt me into getting you a dog?”

“They’re great for stress relief.” She rolled onto her back, looking up at him. “And we’ve got a fenced in backyard.” 

“Maybe.”

“We could get Monica to watch Josie.” She suggested. “The shelter is open on the weekends.”

“Are you sure it won’t add to your stress?”

“That’s why we should get an older dog. They might be more settled with the change.” She smiled hopefully. “We can name the dog Steve and torture him.”

“I like the way you think.” Javier smirked, leaning down to kiss her lips gently. “They’re not sleeping in our bed.”

“Famous last words.”

He rolled his eyes. 

How the hell had he become this man so easily? Colombia either felt like a lifetime ago or just yesterday. But it was still hard to fathom how naturally this life had been built up around him. 

He was a man with a badass partner, a daughter and another on the way. They had the house with a yard and no white picket fences in sight. A Jeep Grand Cherokee parked in the driveway that had stickers baked onto the inside of the back windows. 

And now… he’d been convinced to get a family dog. 

Everything he’d once run from. 

Now he couldn’t stand the mere thought of losing it. Of losing her. 

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

[lexiecarver]

Needful Things

Pairing: Crowley x Reader (how shocking, I know. :) )

Word Count: 2,844

A/N: This was written for @kittenofdoomage’s Classic Movie Quotes Challenge with the prompt, “Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.” This was also written for @chelsea072498’s birthday challenge with the prompts; caramels, the number 37 and a stranger arrives claiming to have the fix to the main character’s problems. Happy b-day, hun. Hope you have an awesome one. Here’s some Crowley fluff with a few sexy scenes but no actual erotica. Xoxo-Lexie.                              Also on A03

Italics= thoughts and telepathic communication

You hated these things but they’d talk more if you didn’t go. You hated hobnobbing with all the people you hated in high school especially since you weren’t super successful and didn’t have a family. You knew they would throw all their accomplishments in your face the second you got through the door. You decided to don your favorite black dress so at least you’d look good. You went in there head held high. The sound of your high heels clicked on the gym floor as you walked to the check-in desk. Taking a deep calming breath you look up at the woman behind the desk smiling back at her.

“Name please.”

Off to a great start.

“Y/N.”

“Oh, my god. Yes. Of course. Wow, you’ve changed.”

Yeah, I look like a stone cold fox. Thanks, bitch. Yeah, too snotty.

“I know I look amazing, don’t I? Cute top.”

Yep, perfect note.

The girl stared up at you angrily. Yeah, Missy always hated it when people called her clothes, “cute.” She nearly shoved the nametag into your hand. You took it with a smile on your face and headed to your table. Of course, you would be seated next to all your former bullies because the universe is just like that. As you approached the table, you noticed a strange man in a nicely tailored suit with a dark gray paisley tie. Actually, if you were being honest with yourself, he was fucking gorgeous and boy did you want him right here under the bleachers. You gulped and smiled at the table. You sat down next to him. A seat was actually free right next to him. Maybe the universe wasn’t so bad after all. You gave him a nervous smile and he smirked at you. Fuck, that smirk spoke volumes and then he opened his mouth.

"I’m Crowley.“

You heard yourself telling him your name but honestly, you don’t remember doing it. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. You were totally enthralled by this stranger.

He had an accent. It was British. Holy fuck. He wasn’t a student here. You would have remembered a British student. So that meant he was someone’s date. Fuck.

“He’s actually my brother, “ the woman next to Crowley said,

Your cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. She must have said that in reference to you. Were you being that obvious? Oh, man. And wait a minute – did she just read your mind? The woman and Crowley shared a glance. An obnoxious blonde next to you became a bit jealous of your vicinity to the handsome stranger and decided to speak with you.  Her voice was annoyingly high-pitched.

“Are you really at our table. Who are you?”

“Rude much Monica? It’s Y/N. Surely you remember me?”

“Oh yeah, the different kid always spending time alone thinking you were better than us. Huh. Wonder where you got that dress? You must be doing well for yourself. No ring on your finger?”

“Why does a woman need a man to define her?”

“Quite right,” Crowley added. He smiled against his whiskey glass.

“Only asked if you’re single.”

“What a scathing comeback. Tell me, homecoming Queen, two things. One, where’s your ring and two haven’t you grown up? We’re not in high school anymore.”

“I’m engaged. The ring is in the shop. It was a bit smaller than we thought. Grow up? I am grown up. Duh, I’m getting married.”

“Congratulations, then.”

“I don’t think you’ll be able to make it. They don’t accept your kind there.”

“Excuse me?”

“Cheap -.”

“I suggest you don’t finish that sentence, Monica was it?

Crowley nearly growled. She held his gaze and then something about him terrified her because she slipped back into her chair.

"Don’t listen to her, love. You’re special. I can see it. The way you carry yourself, the way you wear that dress, the way you think. You are a class above these peons. I just wish you believed it.”

You fought hard to not react. No one had ever told you that before. I mean, you told yourself that but for someone else to see what you saw about yourself – and wait he was in your mind again.

You slowly turned your head to him and he smirked.

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy”.

“So that’s a yes.”

He turned to you and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. His eyes roved over your face, focusing on your lips. You unconsciously licked them. His tongue dove out of his mouth to lick his own lips. Then he turned his head back to the conversation.

The woman Crowley came with started talking to Stu. She seemed to cozy up to him.

“Nice jersey.”

"Thanks. I really love football but since my injury, I can’t play anymore. My favorite player’s jersey is number 37. Best team ever – the Chicago Bulls and Callahan, Bryce is the best player.

"Sports are so overrated don’t you think?”

“Totally, ” you said smiling back at Crowley.

Crowley put one of his hands on yours. He stroked the top of it while he smiled at you before he took your hand in his. “His sister,” looked tense but he nodded her off.

“You look gorgeous in that dress. It hugs all your-.”

“I have no idea how you’re talking to me in my mind right now. But stop it. You came with-.”

“How I wish I was on your arm…I could-.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Is she daydreaming?”

“OMG. She was always doing that in class. So distracting. One hot guy and she’s lost.”

Crowley growled. Fucking growled at the insult. You could have sworn his eyes flashed red. His sister placed her hand on his.

“Why don’t we stop sniping at each other and play a fun game instead. Who’s with me?”

Everyone was jumping at the chance but something about her made you hesitate.

“How about we go around the room and each list things we would desperately want.”

“I’ll go first. I want you to get a life.”

Crowley stared at the girl white knuckling the table. He desperately wanted to kill her but he needed her to make a wish first. His trainee was nervous that the King of the Crossroads was so angry. He must like the human sitting next to him. But why? Y/N was just a human, nothing special. But the whole thing was above her pay grade so she quickly forgot it.

“Monica. I told you before to stop. We need everyone to list things.”

“We can fix all your problems. Just wish them away.”

“Fine. I’d like money. Lots of it and all the finer things in life. Oh, and if we’re talking fantasies how about a famous actor as a husband. That would be amazing.”

“What happened to your fiancé?”

“Please, I’d be marrying a star. Upgrade.”

"Uh, I’d want to relive my glory days and play football again obviously.”

“Knowledge – like I want to know everything. Have a lot of degrees and spend my time writing academic papers.”

Monica rolled her eyes. Crowley looked bored with the wishes waiting anxiously to see what you would ask for.

“I’d like a creative job that pays well.”

“Oh, how about this one: I can eat anything I want and stay a size 2.”

“And you, Y/N, what would you like?” All eyes were on you and honestly, it was a little daunting.

“Nothing. Just a good happy, healthy life.”

“There has to be something you want even if it’s something small.”

“Go on dear. I’m intrigued to hear what you’d like. I can offer so many things. I can fix all your problems,” Crowley offered.

You were starting to get uneasy. Crowley and the woman next to him sounded like pushy salespeople but what the hell were they selling? That was really the question.

“Um… Ok. A man who will love me for me and for a title. Mrs, the best…., mom, something just a title and a happy life. Basically, a life that’s my own and a place where I feel I belong.”

Crowley was impressed by your wish. You were such a fascinating creature. You were gorgeous, great at witty repartee, unique and not materialistic. You asked for love and a title. How innocent. Selling her soul for love. There’s something so bittersweet about that.

“Love you for you? I can do that. That isn’t a problem dear. I can fix everyone’s problems in a heartbeat. Everything comes with a price though.”

“You could-.”

“I take people as they are. No sense in changing them. Though I wonder why that is such a problem for you… hiding anything? Kinky? Dark? Why wouldn’t they love you for you?”

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD.”

“And go where?”

You see Crowley walk around the table, pulling your chair out forcefully and pulling you to his chest. His hands wind around your hair and he kisses you passionately. You can taste the whiskey on his breath. Feel his cock slowly grinding against your clothed core. “

You gasp, trying to cover a moan that desperately wanted to come out. No one has seemed to notice. Crowley is curiously sitting in the chair next to you like he never moved. It must have been in your head. You feel a warm breath on your back and feel someone nibbling your ear. A hand reaches down your body into your panties to rub on your clit and then just as suddenly it’s gone. Crowley winks at you, leaving you a confused panting mess.

“I can make you feel amazing, pet. Just give in to me. I promise that this whole table, all the people that teased you and made high school hell for you will have what’s coming to them. Their fates are already sealed. But I can save you if you want to be saved?”

“Saved from what?”

“From the consequences of my help.”

“That’s rather ominous. You’ve intrigued me so why not. Let’s see what you got.”

“Very well consider it done.”

“I have no idea who you are but you’re a hoot. Consider it done. What are you a demon or something? A wishmaster? Hilarious.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Wishes, demon, mind powers. You choked on your water. His eyes returned to you, filled with concern. His hand drifted out towards you fixing the problem immediately. You withdrew your hand quickly looking into his eyes with fear.

“Clever, girl. I am a demon but trust me, I have no intention of hurting you. You intrigue me too, dear, and it isn’t every day that a human does that. This is my job after all and I’m giving you a freebie.“

Soon afterwards everyone drifts away, some go home, some go to the dance floor. You decide to go, too, but before you could, Crowley pulls you aside nearly dragging you to the bleachers. He hands you two caramels.

“This is very important. You have to listen to me and remember it.  I mean you no harm but if you forget what I’m telling you, I won’t be able to save you. I will be back in 10 years. You will know when I’m back because there will be sounds of a hound, snarling and growling, yet you won’t see the hound. The second … and I mean the exact second you hear the growling, you eat the caramels. Understood?”

You nodded your head slowly and looked down at the candy. Before you could ask any more questions you found yourself alone in your car.

That night really shook you up. You didn’t know if you believed what happened. Maybe it was just a really vivid daydream? Whatever it was, you couldn’t shake the need to carry the caramels in your pocket no matter where you were or with whom.

You tried to shake off the man you met years ago as a feverish dream. But what if he wasn’t? It was true that everyone got what they asked for. They were all so happy, so content. Stu even played for the Chicago Bears. No idea how Crowley pulled that off and Monica married her favorite actor. But you never found a guy who accepted you. You didn’t get a title and your life wasn’t any different. Was that because you were meant for Crowley? That idea made you afraid but also so excited that a man, a being like that, could be that intrigued by you.

You had an awful lot of sleepless night wondering what the consequences would be and how caramels would save you. You stayed up reading as you usually did and the second it turned midnight you heard growling. You thought maybe you had fallen asleep and it was just another nightmare, but you were wide-awake. You were confused and went out to the balcony looking down at the ground but you saw nothing. The growling intensified and you saw the dining room table knock over. Whatever it was, was getting closer. You could feel its warm breath on you. You immediately started chewing on the caramels two at a time. You started running around your apartment trying to suck the caramels as quickly as possible. You ran to the kitchen to get a weapon and ran out quickly brandishing a pot. You hit one of the invisible dogs but another one charged into you throwing you to the ground making you swallow the rest of the caramels. It was a wonder you didn’t choke. You slowly turned your head to the side trying to get your face always from the dog. You were shivering with fear with an invisible dog on top of you. Crowley really was a demon. And this is what happens when you wish. Shit. Where was he? Didn’t he say he would protect you?

Gulping, you slowly turned your face towards the hound. The dog seemed to be smelling you, actually smelling you. Then it bowed its head to you and walked off only to come back to you. You moved back hitting a table leg in the process. The dog moved tentatively forward and licked your palm. You were so shocked you couldn’t move until you heard a whistle and saw Crowley.

“Good girl Juliet.

Crowley bent down to pet his favorite hellhound.

“I didn’t want you harmed.”

“Your dog licked me.”

“The caramels, dear. They had a little extra kick to them. So the dogs would recognize you as mine. I never leave anything to chance.”

“Yours? I belong to no one.”

“Feisty tonight are we? Is that any way to talk to your King?”

“King?”

“A lot happens in ten years. I was King of the Crossroads then but now I’m the KING of Hell. And you, pet, are quite special and indeed mine.”

You quirk your eyebrow at him.

“Darling, I’ve been around for many centuries. Trust me, I will give you pleasure you’ve never imagined. I can show things you’ve only dreamed of. You will want for nothing. I will protect you from everything.”

“Why?”

“Because I find you interesting. Or you could stay here and live your life on earth and I’ll walk away.”

“So I get a free pass.”

“Sort of. I’m a very jealous and possessive man and I wanted you. I could give you a title and a place where you belong, by my side. But I thought that you needed some time. So I looked after you, made sure you were happy, got the job you wanted, made sure you could get that vacation at the beach you so desperately wanted. I’ve been taking care of you hoping that you would choose me in the end. Your deal is for me. I’m your man if you’ll have me. And if not, then I will leave you to your life.”

You couldn’t believe what he was telling you. The King of Hell wanted you. You did wonder how you got all those things but you just thought it was good luck. Crowley was watching over you, protecting you and keeping you happy for ten years. Wow. And he was giving you a choice to go with him. You looked at his outstretched hand and placed your hand in his. If he existed, the world was a lot darker than you thought and having someone to protect you might be better. You honestly couldn’t think of a better future than with Crowley in your arms.

“We’re going to hell, aren’t we.”

“We are.”

“My car’s out back. I’d love to know how one gets to hell. Let’s drive on the highway to hell like the song.

Crowley quirked an eyebrow

“No highway? Okay, a road to hell?”

“Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.”

Confusion was written all over your face,

Taking your hand you appeared in a gorgeously decorated bedroom with rose petals on the bed and a King looking at you with curiosity and longing.

What was a girl to do?

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Star, December 21

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: President Bill Clinton

Page 1: Chrishell Stause has found her knight in shining armor Keo Motsepe -- she was smitten with the Dancing With the Stars pro from the beginning of rehearsals and people noticed the flirty exchanges going on -- fans are just happy Chrishell has found happiness after she was blindsided by ex Justin Hartley in 2019 

Page 2: Contents, Ryan Seacrest 

Page 4: Kelly Clarkson has been awarded primary custody of her kids River Rose and Remington in her divorce from Brandon Blackstock and though she emerged victorious in that battle she may not be so lucky when it comes to her finances because Brandon is requesting a whopping $436K a month in spousal and child support and he maintains he needs the settlement to be a fair reflection of what he’s entitled to

Page 5: Prince William and Duchess Kate Middleton have recently implemented a stern policy limiting the time their children Prince George and Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis spend watching TV and playing video games and using their iPads -- the changes come on the heels of lockdown fatigue and like so many parents Will and Kate relaxed their families’ typical day-to-day routines in order to keep their kids entertained as they spent an unprecedented amount of time at home and as a result the kids enjoyed lazy time and free reign with gadgets -- but now Kate’s since created an at-home rewards program where the trio must earn time on devices by completing productive tasks and even then there’s a three-hour cap on electronics and laying down an iron fist seems to have worked because the kids have become Kensington Palace’s most eager little helpers 

* Despite his tarnished reputation Matt Lauer is still hoping to be the new face of Jeopardy! -- the disgraced TV anchor has asked his former colleagues to put in a good word for him as producers mull over host options following Alex Trebek’s death -- Matt was previously considered a top contender to replace Alex in 2013 when the host was considering retirement at the time but that was before Matt was fired from the Today show after being accused of sexual harassment by multiple women in 2017 and three years hasn’t been long enough to rehab his image

Page 6: He’s one of Hollywood’s most celebrated actors but there’s still one role George Clooney is getting used to: being a dad -- the 59-year-old opened up about the challenges of becoming a father later in life to twins Ella and Alexander with wife Amal Clooney but all jokes aside George couldn’t be more thrilled about being a family man and his age has only made him appreciate the little moments even more

* Heather Gay is paving her own path on The Real Housewives of Salt Lake City -- as a self-proclaimed good Mormon gone bad, she balances motherhood and friendships and her career all while dealing with the pressures of being a member of a strict church -- the mother of three is also looking for love and she knows exactly what she wants in future flames even if it conflicts with her religious group’s beliefs: she dates inappropriate and wild and really young men but there’s one caveat: Mormons are off the menu 

* Star Spots the Stars -- Kim Kardashian West, Malin Akerman, Isla Fisher, Ashley Benson, Vanessa Hudgens, Josephine Skriver and Jasmine Tookes, Teresa Giudice 

Page 8: Star Shots -- Sofia Carson en route to pre-tape her performance for the 2020 Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in NYC, Brooke Burke and boyfriend Scott Rigsby in Malibu, Vanessa Lachey in L.A. 

Page 10: Pregnant Karlie Kloss doing yoga in pieces from her new Adidas activewear collaboration, Kelly Rutherford couldn’t resist some canine cuddles with her pooches in Santa Monica, Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes stepped out for a stroll in Miami 

Page 12: Gossip Girl’s Emily Alyn Lind hugging Jordan Alexander as their costar Thomas Doherty gave off his best smoldering look on the set of the reboot in NYC, Robin Wright and Clement Giraudet holds hands while on a bike ride in L.A., Aaron Paul was none too pleased to be waiting for a tow truck after his classic car went on the fritz in Beverly Hills 

Page 13: Jay-Z enjoyed a solo walk during a getaway in Hawaii, Paris Jackson during a day at the studio in West Hollywood, Hayley Atwell and Tom Cruise took a break from filming risky car scenes for Mission: Impossible 7 to greet fans in Rome 

Page 14: Mom Life -- celebrities dote on their favorite little humans -- Leighton Meester kept her 3-month-old son safely nested in her arms during a family beach day in Malibu, Missi Pyle with her daughter Zooey Rose and a pal at a playground in L.A., Sara Gilbert enlisted son Rhodes to help pick out a Christmas tree in L.A. 

Page 16: 2020 BET Soul Train Awards in L.A. -- Monica, Smokey Robinson and Charlie Wilson, CeeLo Green, Brandy 

Page 18: Normal or Not? Rose McGowan didn’t let a broken wrist stop her from hitting the water in Mexico -- not, Donnie Wahlberg filmed a tense scene in Blue Bloods -- normal 

Page 20: Fashion -- stars make a statement in red -- Danai Gurira, Joey King, Kelsea Ballerini 

Page 21: Ciara, Jennifer Lopez 

Page 24: It should have been a time for celebrating when Tristan Thompson signed a two-year $19 million contract with the Boston Celtics but Khloe Kardashian wasn’t congratulating him because she is heartbroken her boyfriend has to leave her and their daughter behind to move across the country and with good reason: the two gave their relationship another shot earlier this year after splitting in 2018 amid Tristan’s cheating scandal -- although Khloe had previously relocated to Ohio for Tristan’s career this time she plans to stay put in L.A. near her family and she’s insisting they’ll make their long-distance love affair work but everyone thinks it’s a bad idea given Tristan’s indiscretions 

Page 25: Matthew Perry is engaged to Molly Hurwitz -- the two who began dating in 2018 briefly split up in May but they rekindled the romance months later and decided to make it official because they couldn’t stand to be apart -- they’re planning an intimate beach wedding in Malibu which will likely be a booze-free bash as a nod toward’s Matthew’s sobriety -- though the date is still up in the air amid lockdown restrictions the couple have already finalized a guest list which of course includes Matthew’s Friends costars 

* Ben Affleck and Ana de Armas fell in love on set of Deep Water in 2019 but now the film is driving a wedge between them -- the erotic thriller has been deemed too violent for audiences so as a result the couple are back on location in New Orleans reshooting scenes and the extra one-on-one time has proven to be too much for Ana who’s eager to move on to other projects and Ana enjoys her own space a lot more than being by Ben’s side 24/7 -- meanwhile Ben is hell-bent on making sure Deep Water is a success so it doesn’t turn into another Gigli which is the 2003 flop he starred in with then-girlfriend Jennifer Lopez -- the film isn’t the only thing in limbo as Ben and Ana are beginning to crack amid rising tensions and a demanding film schedule and this has been the biggest test of their relationship for sure 

Page 30: Mary-Kate Olsen’s divorce gets nasty -- tensions flare between Mary-Kate and Olivier Sarkozy as they face off in an epic battle over shared property -- the former couple is duking it out in court over an 8000-square-foot NYC townhouse which they renovated to the tune of $3 million 

Page 32: Hugh Grant: Fame Almost Killed Me -- after becoming a superstar in the ‘90s Hugh went on a hard-partying self-destructive spiral that lasted decades 

Page 34: Over-the-Top Celebrity Proposals -- some celebrities spare nothing when it comes to popping the question -- Pink and Carey Hart, Katy Perry and Orlando Bloom, Eva Longoria and Jose Baston 

Page 35: John Stamos and Caitlin McHugh, Kanye West and Kim Kardashian 

Page 40: Entertainment 

Page 48: Parting Shot -- Katie Holmes 

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ALL OF THEM WHORE

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate bars

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? shy but a good student

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? glass cups

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? I mean probably preppy because of how I dress for teaching?

7. earbuds or headphones? Headphones

8. movies or tv shows? tv shows 

9. favorite smell in the summer? suntan lotion 

10. game you were best at in p.e.? the game where I lost early and got to stand on the side and watch 

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? right now, cereal. Usually, oatmeal or fried eggs. 

12. name of your favorite playlist? My country playlist on spotify

13. lanyard or key ring? lanyard

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? sour patch kids 

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? The Things they Carried by Tim O’Brien

16. most comfortable position to sit in? nothing, I am constantly changing the position I sit in. I can’t sit still

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? My Sperrys or my white crocs

18. ideal weather? Sunny with a nice warm breeze

19. sleeping position? on my side typically but I move a lot at night

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? notebook with a pen-- but usually I write on my phone because it’s convenient 

21. obsession from childhood? umm.. I don’t know? If I had any?

22. role model? My mom

23. strange habits? watching pimple popping videos

24. favorite crystal? Celestine 

25. first song you remember hearing? Zombie by The Cranberries

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? Bask in the sun and drink

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? Curl up in a ball and watch tv bc I hate the cold

28. five songs to describe you? That describe me?? Okay. We’ll try. Man! I Feel Like a Woman-Shania Twain. I Don’t Wanna Be-Gavin Degraw. Who I Am- Jessica Andrews. She Keeps Me Warm-Mary Lambert. This is Me- The Greatest Showman Soundtrack 

29. best way to bond with you? Deep conversations, lots of snacks, and good beer

30. places that you find sacred? the docks at mount holyoke, the woods leading up to the docks

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? ooo... khakis, pink button down, and blazer OR a kick ass dress, depending on the mood. 

32. top five favorite vines? “LOOK AT ALL THOSE CHICKENS.” , It’s an avocado! Thanks!”, “I SMELL LIKE BEEEEF”, “THAT’S MY OPINION”, “That’s what good pussy sounds like”

33. most used phrase in your phone? “I love you” & Yikes bikes

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? WOW that’s a low price! 

35. average time you fall asleep? 11:00

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? The baby one? idk honestly 

37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase is easier to carry 

38. lemonade or tea? tea but i love me some lemonade 

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? lemon meringue pie 

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? my senior year for part of our senior prank my friend brought a keg full of mountain dew to school and people did keg stands in the parking lot

41. last person you texted? wifey 

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? pants pockets 

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? love a good cardi

44. favorite scent for soap? i have a new mango one that I really like 

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? superhero

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? sweatpants and a big tshirt/longsleeve in the winter, basketball shorts in the summer. 

47. favorite type of cheese? ooo... I’m going to go with goats cheese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? A pomegranate-- i will explain only if asked.

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “We have to create. It is the only thing louder than destruction” -Andrea Gibson

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? idk my wife says a lot of funny things

51. current stresses? not being able to fly and see my wife, my kids not being in the classroom for the rest of the year... basically the state of the world.

52. favorite font? I’m a boring hoe that loves Times New Roman... also into Playfair though. 

53. what is the current state of your hands? Dry as hell and not holding my wife’s... so... not good. 

54. what did you learn from your first job? That not everybody has the same opportunities as me and I should be thankful that I was able to get a college education....

also that drive thru sucks and you should appreciate fast food workers bc their job is shit. 

55. favorite fairy tale? Hansel and Gretel is fun

56. favorite tradition? Christmas party at my parent’s house

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? My grandmother dying is my biggest one, and the struggle of having anxiety is one I’m constantly trying to overcome

58. four talents you’re proud of having? poetry writing, I guess I can sing?, and act a little bit?, teaching-- because I feel like it is a talent

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? absolutely no idea.

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Something like Ouran High School Host Club

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?  “There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.”- The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein 

62. seven characters you relate to? Tina from Bob’s Burgers, Piggie from the Elephant and Piggie books, Rory from Gilmore Girls, Part of Monica from Friends, parts of Joey from Friends, Linda from Bob’s Burgers, Oscar the Grouch from Seasame Street

63. five songs that would play in your club? Yeah!-Usher, Dancing Queen- ABBA, Man! I Feel Like a Woman- Shania Twain, Maneater- Nelly Furtado, Work it- Missy Elliot 

64. favorite website from your childhood? Addicting Games

65. any permanent scars? A small scar on my wrist from burning myself on the oven

66. favorite flower(s)? Lilies 

67. good luck charms? My wife

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? GRAPE

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? Otters hold hands

70. left or right handed? right handed 

71. least favorite pattern? Paisley 

72. worst subject? Math

73. favorite weird flavor combo? Ketchup and Mac and Cheese... not really flavors but 

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 7

75. when did you lose your first tooth? no idea

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? how could I ever pick a favorite potato food when I love them all equally? Except tater tots. Tater tots can go away. 

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? Cactus 

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Sush 

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? school ID

80. earth tones or jewel tones? earth tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? fireflies 

82. pc or console? pc 

83. writing or drawing? writing

84. podcasts or talk radio? podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket? POLLY POCKET 

85. fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

86. cookies or cupcakes? cookies

87. your greatest fear? plane crash

88. your greatest wish? world peace? also to be living on the same continent as my wife

89. who would you put before everyone else? my wife and my family 

90. luckiest mistake? no clue

91. boxes or bags? bags 

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? fairy lights

93. nicknames? my dad calls me gert (like gertrude) 

94. favorite season? fall

95. favorite app on your phone? My homescapes app 

96. desktop background? just the blue windows background. I’m boring and should change that 

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? three including mine 

98. favorite historical era? Renaissance? 

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Lashana Lynch On Black Girl Magic In ‘Captain Marvel’

On a scorching Louisiana Friday in June, Lashana Lynch has her flight swimsuit peeled midway all the way down to her waist, letting the arms flap at her sides like a hen at relaxation. A brief-sleeved striped prime and development boots spherical out an outfit that’s topped with a really brief Salt-N-Pepa like bob. The 31-year-old British starlet is taking a break from filming Captain Marvel, the place she performs Maria Rambeau, greatest pal to Brie Larson’s Carol Danvers and mom to younger Monica Rambeau, who’s destined to turn into Captain Marvel herself sooner or later. After showing in TV sequence like Bulletproof and Star-Crossed in addition to movies like Brotherhood and Quick Ladies, Lynch is fulfilling a dream of being within the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Earlier auditions for Black Panther and Spider-Man: Homecoming didn’t pan out, however she landed this half simply days after a check with Brie. RELATED: Samuel L. Jackson and Brie Larsen Take Us Inside Filming Captain Marvel “I’m in a restaurant with my two pals, we’re chilling, having some meals after which my supervisor calls me at like 9 p.m.,” she remembers of the second she came upon she’d landed the half. “That’s not regular, however I don’t assume something of it. My pals right away are like, ‘That’s the decision!’ and so they begin filming me. However I’m like, ‘I’m certain she’s simply calling to see how I’m.’ Regardless that it’s 9 p.m. Then she stated, ‘Yeah, congratulations!’ and I simply dropped on the bottom. My two pals are going loopy. They have been like, ‘Your life has actually simply modified.’” The primary particular person she known as when she came upon was her Jamaican mom, though it was 5 a.m the place she was and the telephone sign was not robust. “I screamed, ‘I acquired the half!’ and he or she stated, ‘Ya lower out, ya lower out, what ya saying?’ That was THE second as a result of she’s been praying for this for years. She’s the explanation why that is all occurring. So it was essential for me to attach along with her. Then I went to mattress.” Lashana was advised at an early age that she appeared and seemed like Mahalia Jackson and was inspired to speak by track. That led to drama college and touchdown an agent. Captain Marvel will mark the primary time that she is performing with an American accent since drama college, and he or she needed to ensure she acquired Maria’s Louisiana speech excellent. With some mild prodding she even provides a sneak preview. “[Maria] traveled quite a bit, she’s within the army however she’s from Louisiana,” she explains as she switches out of her British accent into her slight Nawlins lilt. “So I’ve this twang form of factor, however it wouldn’t be that robust. I’ve somebody fantastic named Tom Jones who coached me. I say “child” within the movie however I don’t say it [like Lil Wayne]. I needed to discover a stability between basic [accent] and Southern sounds.” Lashana is ready to benefit from her second, being acutely conscious that this function didn’t need to be. “Simply being a Black character proper after Black Panther, they’ve a lot scope that they might have carried out something, Maria didn’t essentially need to be there. They may have put Monica in down the road. I had a dialog with the administrators at the start in regards to the [Black community]. Marvel had a terrific alternative to deliver the Black group right here. And displaying a Black single mom elevating a queen was essential.” To arrange for her half as a fighter pilot, Lynch educated on the Luke Air Power base in Phoenix. “It was a once-in-a-lifetime expertise that I’ll always remember and hope to do once more,” she says. “I spent two days with these sensible feminine fighter pilots, and so they gave me the perfect two-day crash course in being a fighter pilot. They allowed me to fly of their F-16. It felt like I used to be flying alone within the sky, like a little bit of a hen. And pulling 6.9 Gs is an actual distinctive expertise in your eyeballs. My eyeballs have been falling means into my again pocket, and I can’t liken it to the rest. That’s why I really feel like I must do it once more. It was implausible.” Again on the bottom, Maria is the loving however strict mom to Monica, performed by rising star Akira Akbar, who stole TV viewers’ hearts as younger Beth on ABC’s This Is Us. “She is completely sensible. She is such an attractive soul. She brings such stability and maturity to the function and an emotional intelligence that actually helped me to appreciate the form of baby that I’ve on this film,” says Lynch. “She’s grown up seeing her mother fly and repair planes and permits her to be her genuine self at any time of her life. It’s lovely. With Monica having a mom from the army, she needed to develop up shortly. She matured shortly and I feel that’s actually proven right here, and it units Monica up properly for her future as properly.” Lashana drew upon her personal expertise being raised in a single-parent family and feels that Maria may be very a lot a hero for that, regardless of not having “superpowers.” “To play a single mom within the MCU, I feel, is actually particular for audiences each younger and outdated who don’t see that prolonged on display screen. Couple that with bing a fighter pilot, they’re additionally superheroes. She’s capable of stay her greatest life each emotionally and bodily within the film, and I feel that the creators have made a pleasant stability for somebody who doesn’t have the everyday superpowers in that she is injected with energy from inside and is ready to use that and go that all the way down to her daughter, Monica.” To remain in her ’90s zone on set, Lashana listened to a gradual eating regimen of Aaliyah, 702, SWV, Jade, Monica (in fact), Lauryn Hill, Mos Def and Mob Deep. If she may return and be in any music video from that period she says, “Something by Missy Elliot. Or any woman group. There was one thing about woman teams again then that was the reality.” Simply weeks earlier than Captain Marvel’s launch, I can hear the reduction in Lashana’s voice on the telephone. Marvel is infamous for his or her secrecy, and expertise may be very cautious about not giving spoilers out earlier than a movie is launched. Pre-sales for Captain Marvel have already surpassed $100 million, so celebration is certainly so as. “It feels wonderful to have the ability to discuss it lastly. It’s nice that individuals are already connecting with it. Those that have seen it already are seeing what I knew I used to be bringing to the film. The themes that we all know ought to have been in each film that existed however haven’t, and now we have it in abundance. Full feminine empowerment, feminine help and the loving within the film is genuinely sisterly love. We simply had a good time and I do know everybody can have a whale of a time watching it.” When the trailer for the movie dropped, Lashana was dwelling in London chilling in mattress and her telephone began blowing up once more, however this time with messages from pals. “It was virtually like I made up the expertise of filming the film, so when the pictures got here out it was REAL actual. Now I can really inform folks about this journey I’d been on. Folks thought I’d simply been away auditioning or one thing.” In fact, the primary particular person she despatched the hyperlink to was her mother. “As a result of that is all for her, actually.” Catch Lashana Lynch as Maria Rambeau in Captain Marvel, in theaters March 8! http://feeds.bet.com/~r/Betcom-Celebrities/~3/_YBazOvA8Z0/lashana-lynch-captain-marvel-exclusive.html The post Lashana Lynch On Black Girl Magic In ‘Captain Marvel’ appeared first on My style by Kartia. http://www.kartiavelino.com/2019/03/lashana-lynch-on-black-girl-magic-in-captain-marvel.html