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princessofguineapigs · 3 years

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Home Is Where the Heart Is | Tom Holland Chapter 3

“Sam is coming. To help protect you. I want to make sure you’re untouchable to any thugs who might wish you harm.” Tom was explaining his plan to keep you safe despite the threats against you. “I can put him up in a hotel, if you like. I know you never invited my brother to stay with us,” he continued. It had been one day since the attack and Tom had passed the time thinking of ways to keep you safer, then arranging them.

“No, it’s alright. Sam can stay here. I’ll feel safer with an extra man in the house.”

Tom picked you up by the waist and you squealed. “Plus, we won’t have to worry about complicated dinner recipes,” he said.

So, Sam arrived, another long-term house guest. You weren’t sure how long he would stay, but you knew it had to be until the danger was passed. He took up residence in the guest room (Tom offered the bed up since he spends his nights in yours anyway).

Sam’s first request was to use the kitchen and “make a proper meal.” You easily agreed. “Is there anything Tom and I can do to help?” “You can let me work in peace.” Sam winked.

Tom walked in an joined you leaning against the counter. “How are things at home? Are mum and dad okay with you leaving?”

Sam laughed. “I’d say mum and dad are more than okay with me leaving. They’re down to two boys in the house from four. But things are good otherwise. Mum decided to take on the project of cleaning all the windows -- from the outside. She’s got ladders and everything. Dad isn’t a fan, but she won’t let him help because of his back.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Oh, Paddy is convinced Harry is seeing someone again, but Harry won’t let on about it if he is.”

“We’ll have to interrogate him later,” you said.

“What’s Paddy’s proof?” Tom asked.

“He claims Harry says this girl’s name in his sleep. I say dreaming about someone doesn’t mean they’re together.”

Sam ducked down to pull a pan out of the cabinet. The thunder of pots clattered as he jockeyed them around, searching for what he wanted. If Sam was still speaking, you couldn’t hear him over the noise. He stood and looked at you as if waiting for you to say something.

“If you asked me a question, I couldn’t hear you over the din you were making,” you said.

“Right. I asked what you thought of Paddy’s theory, Y/N.”

You drummed your fingers on the counter. “I think we should invite Harry for dinner and press him for information.”

“Excellent idea,” Tom said.

“I’ll give him a call,” you said. You went to your bedroom to grab your phone. As you listened to the phone ring, you sat on the edge of the bed and picked at your blue jeans.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up? I hear my twin is staying with you now.”

“He is,” you confirmed. “Until Tom thinks I’m safe again.”

“What exactly happened?” Harry questioned.

You got a lump in your throat unexpectedly. You shook off the dark thoughts. “Come over for dinner and I’ll tell you about it.”

“Sweet, a free meal. Wait. Who’s cookin?”

You laughed. “Sam, of course.”

“Phew, now I know it’ll be good. No offense, Y/N, but I like Sam’s cooking better and right now I’m as hungry as a lion.”

You giggled again. “See you soon, Harry.” You hung up.

You went back downstairs and found Tom lounging in the living room adjoining the kitchen. You snuggled up on the couch with him. Tom shifted his position so he could give you kisses. You heard Sam groan. “Oi! Love birds, set the table! There’ll be plenty of time for that,” he gestured to your compromising position on the couch, “later.” You and Tom grabbed cups and silverware while Sam started to plate the food.

The doorbell rang and Tom ran to answer it. His curly-hair brother was standing on the other side. You sat down with Tom and his brothers to eat and the meal began, as well as the relationship interrogation.

“Are you seeing anyone, Harry?” you asked, unusually candid.

Harry nearly spit out his drink.

“Why would you ask that?”

“It’s just a question.”

Sam set down his fork. “Stop avoiding it. It’s a yes or no answer.”

“I--” Harry’s ears grew pink. “I may have someone I’m interested in, but we aren’t seeing each other.”

“Who is she?” you pressed.

Tom leaned forward, eager to hear the answer. You were reminded of a dog waiting for a treat in it’s owner’s hand. Golden retriever indeed.

“If it works out, I’ll tell you,” Harry answered. He shoveled another bite of food into his mouth and that was that.

The four of you sat around the table, sated by the delicious food Sam had made.

“So this creep actually pulled a gun on you?” Harry reiterated.

“Yeah. Fuckin prick forced her to her knees,” Tom sneered.

You stood up from the table. “Um, I’m going to clean up,” you said. You cleared the plates, eager to get away from the conversation. The boys continued to discuss the attack in hushed tones. They might as well have been shouting from the way their whispers carried. It was sweet that they didn’t want to upset you, having picked up on the reason you left the table, but it wasn’t working.

Tom got up to carry the rest of the glasses and cutlery to the sink. “Can we watch a movie tonight?” Sam requested. “Sure. Harry, will you be staying the night?” you asked. “If that’s alright with you, yeah. I’ve got a sleeping bag in the car. I’ll go get it.”

“What do you want to watch?” you asked.

“How about The Golden Compass?” Sam suggested.

“I’ll put it on,” Tom said.

Soon, the four of you were huddled under your respective blankets enjoying the film under the dim lights. Except you and Tom who were of course sharing a blanket on your own island of cuddles. Eyes fixed on the screen, you laid your head against Tom. As the credits rolled, sleep overtook you like a riptide, unexpected and strong.

You were vaguely aware of Tom carrying you to bed. Waves of unconsciousness washed over you and you were out cold.

Tom smiled to himself as you muttered in your sleep. “Please don’t go...”

“Never, darling. I promise.” He was content watching you doze in his arms until he reached sleep himself.

“Morning, lover,” you said through a yawn. In the new day’s first light Tom looked like a golden god. “Is there any better way to wake up? I can’t imagine one,” Tom said. “How are you so quick with a flirt this early in the morning?” you asked. “Someone as beautiful as you, practically made of stardust makes it easy to flirt.” Tom kissed you. “To praise you.” Another kiss. “Pay homage to your beauty.” Tom moved to position himself overtop of you, flinging the blankets away. “Feel like making love to you,” he whispered. “Then do it,” you said.

Tom littered your body with kisses, leaving no marks, lest he mare the skin of such a perfect creature. No matter how many times you made love, he couldn’t believe he was seeing you naked, exposed like this. You were willing, too. Willing for him to use you. No, not use. Using something meant disposing of it when you were through. He would cherish these moments, not dispose of them. You were his angel open for him to worship.

His lips dusted your thighs with kisses on his way to your center. His hands traveled over the mountains of your chest. You fell apart easily under Tom’s touch.

“Hey, Tom, we’re --”

You screamed at the intrusion. Tom snatched the blanket off the floor and covered you with it, leaving himself bare, but at least they wouldn’t see his angel’s perfect body. You were only for his eyes and he wanted to prevent your shame.

Sam and Harry were in the doorway and you realized it must have not been locked.

“What the fuck? Get out!” Tom yelled.

The twins blushed. “Sorry, sorry,” Harry said, backing out. “Can’t control yourselves for one day,” Sam snickered, leaving too.

“It’s our room!” Tom called after them, peeved. He settled back on top of you, attacking with fresh kisses. You giggled, but pushed him off. “We should get ready for the day.”

Tom groaned. “Why are you always right?”

Harry departed for a photoshoot and you decided you didn’t want to be cooped up in the house, hiding like a scared groundhog. “Let’s walk in to town for the day,” you suggested to the boys.

“Into the wild, I like it,” Sam said.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s just the town, Sam. Nothing dangerous.”

“Could be dangerous. It was a few ni--” Tom cut Sam off. “It’s the middle of the day. No harm will come to Y/N in broad daylight. Especially not with us accompanying her.”

“I dunno...” Tom was still hesitant.

“We can’t stay in the house forever,” you tried to reason.

“Tom, I personally guarantee her safety,” Sam said.

And so the three of you made the trip into town, in a car this time. You whiled away the morning meandering through bookshops and boutiques. Tom even helped out pick out some items to try on.

Your trio was just trying to decide on what to have for lunch when you saw him. Sam and Tom had their back to him, poring over a menu outside a bistro. The man who had attacked you the other night. The man you’d been tryin to forget ever since he threatened to find you again.

He approached you at full speed, arms outstretched. “I’ve got you this time, Giselle!” he roared. “You can’t run away from me!”

Tom and Sam turned around at his shouts and horror overtook both their faces as the man lunged at you. As he pounced, you screamed and threw up your arms. The boys sprang into action. Tom jumped in front of you as a shield and Sam ran at your assailant from the side, tackling him to the ground. The man was still screeching. “Where you go, I’ll follow! You can’t run from me, Giselle. I will finish the job I was sent to do!” Tom was holding you with his hand reached behind him, still shielding you while Sam wrestled with the man on the ground.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” you screamed.

“And who sent you?” Tom yelled.

The man threw a punch at Sam’s throat. The attack was enough to cause Sam to cry out in pain and loosen his grip. The man got to his feet and started to run. Tom ran after him while you went to Sam’s side. Sam was on the ground, coughing and sporting a bruised cheek. He tried to control his breathing and you helped him to sit up.

“Sorry he got away from me, Y/N.”

“Hey, tackling that man was no small thing,” you reassured. “You did your best. And look, I’m fine.”

Your mind still wondered why he had called you that name. Giselle. Maybe this whole thing was a case of mistaken identity. That still didn’t make it better. This man was intent on hurting someone. The question was, why did he want to hurt this Giselle girl?

Tom came back, huffing and puffing. It was clear his attempt to chase down the culprit had but in vain. “That man is bad news,” Tom said. He gulped in air between words. “He got into a car that was waiting for him with some dangerous looking men. They drove off.”

“Let’s get you home,” Sam said. “We can worry about who that man is later.”

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lonelypond · 3 years

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Parent Trap, Ch. 2

NicoMaki, Love Live, 3.4K, 2/3

Nico and Maki and Dia: The First Date

Dia had mostly slept through date prep. Maki had her in the car seat in the walk-in closet while Maki went through an amount of outfit and coat choices she was very glad Dia was not old enough to count or comment on. Nico arrived on exactly on time, wearing a very sportif short coat and leggings, her hat and scarf hand knitted. The SUV wasn’t new, but was well kept up.

“Hi Dia.” Nico leaned over the carseat, waving, as Maki locked the door, “I’m Yazawa Nico, here to take you and your mom to one of my favorite places. Nico baked those cookies your mom told you about.”

Dia had woken up, her eyes bright and interested. She was making cooing noises at Nico.

Nico raised both hands to her temples, “Nico Nico Ni.”

Dia giggled.

“Don’t worry, Nico will have you Nico Ni’ing in no time.”

No baby talk. Points for that. Maki buckled Dia into the backseat and slid into the front. Nico pulled out, her handling of the car as smooth as Maki remembered. She relaxed.

“So, what’s Dia’s favorite Disney movie? My siblings used to love them and Cocoa says her students still talk about all of them, not just the new ones?”

What an odd question, Maki thought. Dia’s favorite Disney movies seemed to be Maki’s. “Lilo and Stitch, Mulan, Cinderella. Why?”

Nico chuckled, “Interesting mix. My little brother loved Lilo and Stitch. He was never very verbal.”

“Dia is. She says Mama and Lunch and We go now and a bunch of words.”

Nico nodded, “So smart like her…” Nico paused, “Mama.”

Maki was probably blushing, but Nico was staring at the road.

“What’s your favorite Disney movie?”

“Well, Nico likes them all, but Frozen’s the best. Sisters are important. None of this evil step sibling stuff.”

As an only child, and the mother of a probable only child, Maki had nothing to say. Plus, Cinderella had evil step siblings in it and was an awesome movie.

“Radio?” Maki asked, eager to fill the silence. “Doesn’t have to be jazz.”

“Nah.” Nico put her hand over Maki’s, briefly, holding it until Maki pulled back, “Nico has a different plan.”

And then Nico started to sing, “Stuck On You,” then swung into the “Devil In Disguise” with a much deeper voice than expected and a very Elvis like flair. Maki checked over her shoulder, Dia seemed very calm, listening, and then when Nico broke into Stitch like growly, gaggy noises, Dia started to laugh.

“Sing with me,” Nico urged.

“What?”

“You ain't nothing but a hound dog Crying all the time”

Nico kept pushing, “C’mon, you can do it. Dia, don’t you want your Mama to sing?”

Maki was surprised at Dia’s immediate response, “Mama...sing”

Two votes against Maki’s undecided.

“All right.” Maki inhaled, “Start again.”

“You got it, cutie,” Nico winked, and rolled out her Elvis voice again.

“You ain't nothing but a hound dog Crying all the time You ain't nothing but a hound dog Crying all the time Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit And you ain't no friend of mine”

Maki glanced at Nico, bouncing a little in her seat, grin huge as she delivered a note perfect take on an Elvis Presley classic. So far this was the silliest date Maki had ever been on.

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And now it was breathtaking. Maggie Daley Park in the center of the city. A Skating Ribbon, which Maki might have heard about when it opened, but had never been to. She hadn’t been on skates in years. Dia was spinning, wide eyed, fascinated by the contrast between the snow coating the pine trees, the climbing walls that looked like modern art, and the Chicago skyline.

“It’s gorgeous at night.” Nico had come back with skates for all of them.

“I can imagine.”

“Here, if you sit and hold Dia, I’ll help you get into your skates after you put hers on.”

Dia was being surprisingly compliant, spending most of her time watching Nico, who would notice and grin and do the Nico Ni gesture which would have Dia giggling. Maki shook her head at the silly. The skates were a little big, but Maki was planning to keep a good grip on Dia. Nico had a sleek pink slingpack that she promised was full of perfect foods for hot chocolate after skating.

Nico knelt and slid the skate onto Maki’s foot, winking up at Maki, “There you go, Makirella, just like the fairytale.”

Maki felt her stomach flip. This was ridiculous. How could someone slipping your wool socked foot into a skate trigger nerves?

“I don’t see a pumpkin carriage.”

“Oops,” Nico giggled as she laced up Maki’s skates, “Had to chop that up for muffins.”

“And the horses?”

“Happily chomping through leftover oats from cookies.” Nico stood and stomped around, tossing her head and making a neighing noise until Maki started laughing, then she offered her hand and helped Maki stand. Dia took a hesitant step forward.

Maki knelt down to hug her child, “Are you ready for this, bun?”

Dia pointed to the ice trail, where a couple of people drifted by holding hands, “We go.”

Maki nodded at Nico, “We go.”

“You betcha.” Nico stepped to the ice, zipped off, did a pretty spin, arms out, and then zipped back.

“I haven’t skated in years.” Maki muttered nervously.

“Dia, you want to hold Nico’s hand while your Mama gets her wheels back?”

Nico held out a hand. Having just seen Nico zip around with the confidence of an Olympic hockey winger, Maki didn’t object when Dia took a hesitant slide forward.

“And it’s as easy as that.” Nico announced, then offered her other hand to Maki, “Next?”

Maki shook off the hand, pushing off the railing. She remembered the gliding sensation and the joy of the chill against your face as the motion warmed you up and now there was also the full glory of Chicago, posing on a late February afternoon, sun warm as it glinted off architectural wonders.

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Why yes, hot chocolate at the rink with cookies dipped in it had been excellent after a half an hour of skating, but now they were in Nico’s office, just five minutes from the rink. It was stunning, a renovated warehouse. Walking into the main space with dark floors and an efficient layout of desks, there was a glass wall and double doors that led to Nico’s office. Two shots of Nico’s first album cover were blown up and framed inside the office, clear glass allowing them to dominate the view from the first step into the office.

“Follow Nico.” Nico zipped down the hall into a small room with a huge window and a divan seat attached to the wall with angled rods. A clothing rack took up two walls. Nico took off her coat and tossed it on an armchair, “Nico’s going to make a quick lunch.” She pressed a button and blinds closed off the room. “Nico thought it might be fun to have an afternoon pajama party brunch so I got a bunch of outfits that I think will fit the two of you and you can pick your favorites.”

Dia was fascinated by the blinds that had come down over the window and toddled over to poke her fingers through.

“Good sense of curiosity.” Nico smiled. Maki nodded, arms wrapped around her chest, watching Dia try to bend the wooden blind slats.

“Too much?” Nico asked.

Maki shrugged.

Nico flopped back on the divan, pulling up her legs and propping her chin on her knees, looking contrite. “I was really just worried we’d all be too cold and wet. And this would be more fun than driving you back home.”

Maki decided to take a look at some of the clothes and pulled off a white hoodie with rabbit ears. She turned to Nico, “Really?”

“That’s for Nico. But you have good taste.” Nico winked. Dia had gotten bored with the blinds and wandered to the divan. She had her arms on it and futilely attempted to get her legs up. Nico reached over and easily pulled her up. Dia immediately sat next to Nico, ramrod straight, staring at Maki.

“Mama dress.” Dia waved at the clothes.

Nico leaned over to whisper, “Your mama’s clothes are very sharp.”

Dia showed Nico both hands.

“Is Dia trying to tell me you already tried on a bunch of outfits before our date?”

“No.” Maki blushed.

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Maki had been talked into pajama pants with hearts scattered all over them and fuzzy red slippers, but she kept her gray turtleneck, Dia had chosen a navy blue romper with white piping, very sleep over with the Queen’s great grandchildren. Nico had opted for the rabbit hoodie and pink pajama pants with white spots. To wait while she cooked, Nico had led Maki and Dia to a large room with a couple of large sofas, another divan seat bolted to the wall, pillows scattered, and a large screen on the far wall.

“This is where we debut music videos.” Nico announced on her return. Maki and Dia had been flipping through an international fashion magazine.

“Is this your label’s office?”

“This is Nico’s office, no label.”

Maki was impressed.

“Nico’s been working since middle school on building this.” Nico swept her arms dramatically after she put a tray carefully on a low table. “Nico Ni is her own label now, with a K-pop influenced group we’re currently promoting.” Maki inhaled, everything smelled amazing, soup and gooey grilled cheese sandwiches. Dia reached forward for one as Nico put sandwiches next to soup bowls, but Nico managed to block the gesture “These are hot, Dia. Let Nico split it in half for you.” And Nico, after a look to check with Maki, handed Dia half of a half sandwich.

“Cookie.” Dia frowned as she examined the melty cheese.

“Cookies later.” Maki said, sliding forward to pull a bowl of soup near, ready to dip a whole half a sandwich in it.

“Listen to your Mama.”

And Dia settled. It was nice to have someone to support her, Maki thought, another adult voice in the room, not that Dia was terribly fussy. But Dia was stubborn. Nico seemed to be having a soothing effect...no, that wasn’t the right word, Maki thought. But Dia was watching every thing Nico did, even mimicking some of her gestures.

“So what are we watching.” Nico picked up the remote.

“Stitch.” Dia growled.

“Sounds good, if your Mama doesn’t mind.”

“S’okay.” Maki muttered as she finished another half sandwich dripping with tomato soup.

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“You don’t just seem to be enjoying Lilo and Stitch in parent mode.” Nico teased, bumping Maki on the cushion they were sharing in front of the couch Dia was sleeping on.

“Parent mode?”

“Doing things because your kid likes them.”

“That’s dumb.” Maki twirled a curl of hair, glancing back over her shoulder at the sleeping Dia, “Dia would be able to tell if I didn’t like something so it would be a waste of time.”

Maki’s nose was too close to Nico and too perfect, but at least it distracted Nico from Maki’s lips. Nico wasn’t sure what the protocol was on first kisses with one year olds present.

“Do you want your daughter to only like the things you do?”

“No. But why not share things with her that I do like?” Now it was Maki’s eyes that had caught Nico, with their honest challenge.

“So you watched Lilo and Stitch before you were a Mom™️”

“Mom™️.” Maki snorted and shoved back at Nico with her shoulder, “You make it sound like I opened a box, added myself and some water, and became some kind of alien machine.”

Nico frantically pinballed through thoughts. Had she gone too far, was Maki annoyed, should she have gone in for the kiss, oh no, she was going to start talking now and Maki was giving off this prickly energy, but Nico had never been good at not talking through stress, “Nico didn’t mean that in a bad way, you seem super competent, and probably have so much good doctor info, Eli and Nozomi just…”

Maki sighed, “It was a lot more complicated.”

Maki changed the subject. “I wonder if Dia’s going to think I’m silly for talking to her all the time, once she’s older.”

“I’m sure she loves the sound of your voice. It’s lovely.” Nico noticed the blush.

“All the parenting books say just talking to your child helps build their verbal skills. And paying attention to their gestures.” Maki stretched her hand out, staring at her fingers. “I get that.” She dropped her hand over Nico’s. “My parents are always...concerned about developmental stages.”

“They’re really involved grandparents, huh, At least you have some support.”

Maki wasn’t looking at Nico anymore, but her hand was squeezing Nico’s, “They want to make sure the next generation of Nishikinos continues the family’s tradition of excellence.”

Nico glanced back at the sleeping child, “She’s continuing the family tradition of cute in pajamas.”

Maki smiled. “Sometimes I feel like the narrator in an documentary on single parenting.”

“Not a sitcom? Rin seems like a sitcom BFF.”

Maki shook her head, and dropped her voice, “Nope. Serious doctor voice.”

“So what would serious doctor voice be saying now?”

Maki frowned, her nose crinkling in what Nico realized was the most adorable way ever, “ Doctor Nishikino continued to hope that her date would remember an early promise of a milkshake for dessert.” Maki sighed, turning to Nico, eyelashes fluttering in luxurious slow motion over luminous pools of mischief. “I want to dip things in it.”

Nico didn’t register that she needed to stop staring and start speaking until Maki quirked a perfectly arched eyebrow, waiting for a reaction. Nico grabbed a recent word. “Things?”

“Cookies, brownies, strawberries, french fries.”

Nico bounced to her feet, “I’m going to break out the Air Fryer, ice cream and a blender faster than you can say “Nico Nico Ni.”

Maki leaned back, her arms stretched out along the couch, and started, “Nico Ni…”

Nico swivelled and faster than Maki could blink, pecked an interrupting kiss on Maki’s lips, skipping off with a wink over her shoulder, “Just stay put, Princess.”

Maki, hand raised to tingling lips, nodded, “Okay.”

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Nico was cleaning up and Maki was watching Dia pull herself along the sofa when she heard Nico call out, “Bring Dia, Maki.”

Maki scooped up her daughter, heading to where Nico had stopped in front of the window. Snow had started, flakes drifting against a bold winter blue.

“Snow.” Dia pointed.

“Pretty.” Maki said.

They stood, watching as the fluffy, sparkling flakes began to fall faster. Nico had sneaked an arm around Maki’s waist and smiled when Maki had leaned in instead of pulling away. Maki lost track of the minutes, enjoying the Dia’s fascination with car windows being covered by white. As clouds scrunched together, gray and darkening, Nico got practical.

“I’d better get you both home or you’ll get snowed in.”

Dia looked at Maki, who smiled, “It’ll be fine, bun.”

“Snow.” Dia pressed a hand against the window.

“It won’t be like the cars, Dia. Snow won’t stick on here. It’s not sloped, like car windshields. It’s flat.” Nico demonstrated, one hand the window, one hand the car. Dia patted the car hand.

Maki sighed, “I wouldn’t mind being snowed in. This is a great space..”

“Maybe when Nico gets back, we can try a dinner date. Nico will cook. You can check out the architecture in my apartment. It's a different kind of great, cozier.”

“Cookies. Cookies.” Dia decided.

“Nico always has cookies.”

“Now cookies.”

“Maki?”

“We can take some for the drive.” Maki smiled at Nico, “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow. Tonight, I pack. And do a magazine interview. And whatever else Cocoro set up since I demanded half a day off.”

“I’m glad you did. We had fun. Right Dia?” Maki put Dia down.

Dia nodded seriously.

“Let’s find your coat.”

Dia toddled away from the window. Maki didn’t immediately follow, but reached for Nico’s arm, “Text me when you’re done for the night. I’d…” Maki blushed, “love to talk about a dinner date.”

Nico practically bounced halfway to the ceiling as she kissed Maki’s cheek. But then they both rushed after Dia, who’d taken a turn into a room with breakable things.

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“Try to take a tiger from his daddy's side That's how love is going to keep us tied Uh-uh-uh Oh yeah, uh, uh I'm gonna stick like glue Stick, because I'm Stuck on you”

Maki had to restrain a giggle. By the final verse of Nico’s over the top Elvis rendition of “Stuck on You” Dia had fallen asleep and Maki didn’t want to disturb her. So she left her favorite seat and moved the conversation to her bedroom, sprawling out along the bed while she let Nico keep singing in her ear. After Nico finished with “Burning Love,” Maki interrupted.

“Stuck on You” is not the lullaby I imagined my daughter would love.”

“She fell asleep. Good.” Nico chuckled. “Did Maki get a bonus song?”

“You were so deep in Stitch mode, I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Elvis mode. Heartthrob mode. Girls screaming mode. Can’t give enough autographs mode…”

Maki was ready for a new topic. “Sounds exhausting.”

“Um no, it’s exciting. Nico on top of the world. It’s such a rush, connecting with an audience, feeling them get riled up, dancing, singing...I love it.”

Maki could hear the thrill in Nico’s voice. She felt suddenly tired.

“You’re probably leaving early tomorrow. I won’t keep you up.”

“I like talking past my bedtime with you.” A honest warmth in Nico’s tone softened Maki.

“I’m glad. Maybe we can talk again soon.”

“Yeah, it’s too bad my concerts are in Philly and Brooklyn. Nico would love to give you a backstage tour.”

“I’d love it too.”

“Well, call Nico, if you’re in town.”

Hmmmm...could that actually be possible? Her parents were always willing to watch Dia.

Distracted by the thought, Maki’s tone was perfunctory. “Good night, Nico.”

“Oh.” Nico sounded disappointed, “Good night. Maki. Dream about Nico.

“Sure.” Maki cut the call, trying to remember where Nico had said she’d be in a couple of days. Philly? Maki had never really spent any time in Philadelphia. Maybe it was time for some historical sightseeing. She could tell Dia all about the First Continental Congress and the Liberty Bell when she got back.

###

Nico stared at the phone. Maki had gotten distant at the backstage tour suggestion. DId Maki not want to see Nico in concert? Obviously, it wasn’t an objection to Nico’s voice, sneaky Maki had gotten Nico to sing an extra song. Maybe it was too early to suggest travel? Maybe Maki thought Nico had groupies? The fan-Idol relationship was a chaste thing; Nico was there to bring joy, comfort, and smiles to her audience. What brought joy to Nico offstage was private. Maybe she should tell Maki that? Nico picked up her phone and hesitated. Maybe Maki had just been tired? Nico knew single momming made for long days. Nico decided a good night selfie would be the perfect nightcap for the tired, gorgeous doctor Nico wanted to dream of her.

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A text from Nico. A snap. Nico in a camisole and pink flannel pajama pants, wrapped up in a fluffy pink and white blanket. Maki smiled. Today had been one of her favorite days. No time inside a hospital, skating and flirting with a charming beauty, someone to help with Dia, and Nico had been practical help, not feeling sorry for Maki or fussing too extravagantly over Dia, just there with a quick hand and a smile. It had seemed so natural. And Maki found herself wanting more time with Nico, alone time with Nico, a quiet dinner at Nico’s apartment, no Disney movie blaring in the background, to hear how Nico had pursued her dream, designed her office, what Nico listened to while travelling, what Nico’s favorite movies were, taste Nico’s favorite snack...

Maki typed a quick message.

M: You owe me a midnight snack.

N: ?!?!?!?!

M: For this.

And before she talked herself out of it, Maki snapped a selfie of herself blowing a kiss, unaware that her zip up hoodie had slid down her left arm, leaving her shoulder bare. Instant response.

N: Do that anywhere near Nico and you can have any kind of snack you want.

M: : )

Then Maki took a look at the snap she’d sent and blushed, falling on the bed, silent screaming into her pillow.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #baby Dia #single parent AU #first date #Love Live #howdy

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saibugs · 5 years

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“This isn’t Diamond City.”

Cristina checked her Pip-Boy for what had to be the twentieth time, exasperated as she looked up at the bright, neon sign saying ‘GOODNEIGHBOR’. The map icon was close but she’d run in the wrong direction trying to get away from those massive, monstrous green people, and now she was lost. Apparently at a place called Goodneighbor.

“Well, might as well go in, least I can get something to eat,” she mused to herself. She was hungry, and hyper-aware of it. The laser rifle strapped to her back was out of ammo, and she’d been fighting with just her 10mm. Which… had done absolutely nothing against those mutant green men.

She stepped inside the gate, and noticed a few people in the shops. But she took more notice of the man approaching her, and it took all her willpower not to pull her gun out, frightened. Especially as the man leered at her and grinned. “Wow, pretty lady like you would need insurance Iin a town like this.”

Cristina raised an eyebrow. “Insurance…? What are you talking about?”

“Give me all your caps, and you won’t be attacked, is what I’m talking about.”

Cristina shook her head. “No way, I’m not giving you my money.” She set a hand on her gun as someone—a ghoul wearing clothes from the Civil War days—stepped out of an alleyway and observed the situation. The man took a single step towards Cristina and she raised her gun, cocking it and shaking her head. “Don’t come any closer.”

“Finn,” the ghoul mused, stepping over and drawing attention. “C’mon, man, don’t be like this. All are welcome in Goodneighbor.” He seemingly went to put his arm around Finn’s shoulders, but Cristina saw the glint just as the ghoul stabbed the man repeatedly. Bile rose in her throat and she took a single step backwards. Finn hit the deck, and the residents milling about simply looked over. How could they be unperturbed?!

The ghoul turned to her and went to ask a question, but she shook her head and sat on a chair, covering her face. He approached and squat down in front of her, waiting for her to react to his presence—she jumped and blinked when she noticed—before asking, “You good?”

“Yeah, fine.” She pursed her lips. “Thanks for… getting rid of him, I suppose.”

He grinned. “No problem-o,” he replied, missing the disdain in her tone. “Hey, go to the Third Rail. Have a drink on me, yeah?”

“Sure.”

He gave her finger guns and walked off. She stared after him, baffled and upset, before deciding to take the drink. She wasn’t a big drinker but one couldn’t hurt… or, well, it could, she didn’t know.

She stepped down into the building and nodded at the bouncer as she strode past. The bar itself smelled of smoke, booze and stale sweat. The air was filled with soft jazz, chatter from patrons, and the hissing of the bartender’s thruster. She stepped over, taking a seat at the bar, and waited for service. The bartender’s eye looked over at her. “What’ll it be?” he asked, voice gruff and with a slightly different accent than her own Mr. Handy.

“Just a beer, please.”

It was pushed over to her. “On the house,” the bartender confirmed, floating away to deal with a drunk patron demanding another round of shots. Cristina didn’t open it, instead taking it away from the bar and looking around a bit. There was a red lit room off to the side, which she could hear faint arguing, and her curious nature made her unable to leave it be. She stepped over and peered in to see three men, one sitting down, the other two standing. She didn’t understand what they were on about, however, but…

One of the men spotted her, and grimaced. “We’ll be back, Robert.” The pair departed, one of them slamming shoulders with Cristina. She hissed and stumbled, watching him go in shock.

The man sitting down—Robert—raised an eyebrow at her. “Look, lady. If you're preaching about the Atom, or looking for a friend, you've got the wrong guy. If you need a hired gun... then maybe we can talk.”

“Uh… I was just looking around. Sorry. Um… but actually, how much do you work for?” A bit of protection could be nice… She pulled out her caps purse. “Here… I need some help, and… well… you can have all my caps.”

“You’re weird.” It seemed to amuse him; she saw a smile on his face. “But sure, I’ll work for you.” He took the purse, and counted out a fee, before handing the rest back. Cris noticed it was steep, but she said nothing. A mercenary in this world was a good thing. Hopefully, he wouldn’t betray her. “So. What are we doing?”

“I’m trying to get to Diamond City, but I got lost on my way here.”

“Travelling on your own?”

“No, I was with my dog—Dogmeat—but I didn’t want him to get hurt so I sent him to where I live.”

“Ah, I see.” He stood, dusting his jacket off and collecting the rifle nearby. “Alright. I’ll lead you there.”

Diamond City was not as… interesting as Cristina thought it would have been. She and her newly-hired gun had walked in silence, mostly avoiding any battles. Instead, they’d taken back alleys and roads abandoned by civilisation. The only thing they’d encountered was a horde of ghouls, but a bit of waiting had allowed them to pass by without gaining the ghouls’ attentions.

“This is Diamond City?” Cristina asked as they approached the gates.

“Yep. The Great Green Jewel.”

“It’s a baseball stadium.”

Robert peered at her, raising an eyebrow. “You said you’ve never been to Diamond City. How’d you know?”

“Because I’ve been to the stadium before it was Diamond City.” She noticed a woman by an intercom, and heard Robert grumble behind her as she approached. The woman was arguing with someone on the other side, and Cristina realised they were all locked out.

The woman saw her, and a mischievous glint shone in her eye. “Hey, got a trader from up near Quincy here! You wouldn’t want to deal with Myrna if she loses out on enough gear to stock the store for a month~!”

Cristina blinked. “Eh?” She looked at the intercom as someone grumbled, and the gate jolted before sliding open.

The woman grinned and turned to her. “You can thank me later.”

“You used me. That’s not okay.”

The woman furrowed her brows and pursed her lips. “You needed in, right?”

“While that’s true, I don’t appreciate being used like that.” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Thanks for the quick thinking, at least.”

The woman grinned, then walked into the gates. Cristina made to follow, but Robert muttered, “That lady’s trouble. Just be careful, okay?”

“Okay.” She walked inside, and saw the same woman once more, talking to a man. Or, well, arguing. She stopped dead, looking at the man. Something about him rubbed her the wrong way… she could hear something to his voice that the woman and Robert—and the guards spattered around—appeared to miss. Was that… a slight roboticism?

The man turned to her. “Ah, visitors! Welcome to Diamond City, the Great Green Jewel of the Commonwealth!” He beamed, but Cristina’s stomach sank. Danger. That smile said danger. “What brings you to our beautiful city?”

“I need help finding someone,” Cristina replied, doubting whether she should say too much. Robert, if he was surprised, did not show it.

“Ah, well, I’m sorry, but we don’t have the guards to spare. I… am sorry, but… who are you looking for?”

Why do you want to know if you can’t help anyway? Cristina wanted to say. Instead, she said, “My son. He’s only a baby.”

Robert looked at her, his eyes and face betraying nothing. The man furrowed his brows. “Well, in that case… the guards cannot be spared, but we do have a private eye in town. You may be able to seek help from him.”

Finally, some good news! “Thank you. I’ll be sure to do that.” She went to enter the city, but the woman grabbed her arm, and she jumped before looking over. “Can I help you?”

“Come by my office later.”

“Huh?”

She received no explanation as the woman entered the city, the man disappearing via an elevator. Robert still remained silent as he followed Cris into the central business district, but as they descended the stairs… “Your son was kidnapped?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “Stolen right in front of me. My husband was killed that day.”

“Any reason you didn’t do anything?”

“I… just couldn’t.”

Wisely, Robert dropped the conversation. Memories of that day—or night, Cris didn’t know—flashed unbidden in her mind’s eye, and she attempted to quash them lest she begin to cry.

They passed a little girl waving a newspaper around. Cristina peered at it, then walked over and asked, “Excuse me, but may I have a copy?”

“Sure, miss, you need to stay informed!” She thrust the paper into Cris’s hands, and she blinked as she noticed THE SYNTHETIC TRUTH written on them. More synths? she asked herself, thanking the girl before returning to Robert’s side. She flipped through the pages, confused as she read the scripture. Synths, Institutes, kidnappings… what in the world is going on in Massachusetts these days? She shoved the paper in her backpack just as her stomach growled.

Robert snorted. “You hungry?” he joked. “Come on, there’s a good noodle place over this way.”

She followed, and blinked as she saw the Protectron stirring the pot. As if this wasn’t confusing enough, as she approached, a woman looked over and said, “Just say yes.”

“Wha?”

“Just say yes. It’s all he understands.”

Cristina blinked. “Erm. Okay?”

“Hey, Taka!” Robert grinned as he leaned on the bench. “How’s business?”

“Nan-ni shimasu-ka?”

“Did… Did you just speak Japanese?”

Robert snorted as the Protectron repeated his question. Cristina blinked several times and attempted to get something else out of him, to the amusement of the other patrons. When she finally said, “Yes?” the Protectron gave her a bowl of noodles. She could only stare at it for several minutes before whispering, “What the fuuuuuck…”

Robert snickered. “Takahashi is busted. That’s all he understands and he just sells noodles.”

She set her bowl on the bench and grabbed some nearby chopsticks. “Okay, it’s official, Massachusetts went to shit.”

“Massachusetts?” He leaned beside her, squinting. “What’s that?”

“Another name for the Commonwealth,” she replied. While not technically a lie… it showed her just how little the wastelanders remembered about the time before. How many pre-war bloodlines had survived, minus those from the Vaults…?

Cristina realised that the world she had come from was gone. More than gone: it was history, forgotten by time, and forgotten by most.

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heyligaya · 6 years

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Thanks, Dad! (A birthday tribute to Papa)

First, I want to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIR JULIUS!

I can't believe how a 67 year old can still jog and maintain full working posture under 12nn heat just to take care of his plants and veggies. I mean how?? RIGHT?

But first let me take this opportunity to give appreciation to your existence. So Im going to talk about YOU.

For everyone's knowledge, I am a certified PAPA's GIRL. Loud and Proud! Every time I watch commercials, movies or even a skit about a dad-daughter love, my eyes are weak! Tears will sure to fall and im not even kidding. Have you seen Jollibee's commercial about the kid celebrating Valentine's with his mom when his dad died?? Bro...... that one's tough. But yes, I am pretty emotional when it comes to my dad. He never once used violence as a discipline. Mind you, Im not spoiled. I understand the weight of their No's. Even though they raised me in a way that I MAY have looked spoiled, I always respect their rules. That is why I value that at this age, I still have a curfew and it has been a well known fact with my friends. My dad wasn't really the "cool" type of a dad. He's more of the boring old-school type. Base on his age, I think it's self explanatory how OLD-school he can be. He hates going to the malls. He doesn't like traveling because it makes his feet sore after a long drive. He hates cold sweet drinks and (oh this is something I am proud of) he is a VEGETARIAN. *jaw drop. Yes my dears. My dad hates PORK AND BEEF. Our lunch and dinner consists of a Meat course (for me and mom) and Talbos ng Kamote (for dad). My mom loves cooking and sometimes it's a problem within our household how can we make dad eat the food if it has meat in it SO, my dad grew his own veggies. Let me reitirate that. HE. GREW. HIS. OWN. VEGGIES. We have all sorts! From Tomatoes to Malunggay. From Fruits like Mangga, Santol, Calamansi, Papaya, Buko, Saging. So HE can harvest anything there to steam and eat. That's how it's been since forever. Maybe that's why I grew up with veggies as something normal unlike some kids who hates them.

My dad was pretty smart. Graduate of UP Diliman and University of Baguio. He was a aiming to be a doctor but due to circumstances, he took Pre-Med (back when Pre-Med is actually a legit course) and decided to study Medical Technology after AND decided to study Library Science AND took MA in Library Science (whew) Worked in Lung Centre and transferred to World Health Organization. He manages the Library because he loves books (I MEAN WHO DOESN'T!?) and was also a researcher for TB-Dots and many more. At first it was normal to us but I tried to google his name. WOW! HE WAS PRETTY FAMOUS IN W.H.O! Considering he traveled all over the world and talks about these illness to places where internet is beyond impossible. He retired at the age of 60 and has been at home taking care of the house, dogs and mum ever since. After he retired, he was offered to be an ambassador for Indegenous People of Asia Pacific. Maaaaan! Am I proud!!! He declined it since it's been a dream of his to just rest at home.

For the past few years, I've witnessed my dad hard work phase and the stay-at-home dad phase. I've observed how his hair slowly turns to gray and how he lost weight. Out of us three, He's the the least to get sick (bet all those vegetables works after all) and believe it or not, their are days where I just stare out of nowhere or stare at the back of his neck while he drives and think "What will I do without this man?" (wow im crying right now). There are times when I think I might go crazy when he leaves us and as much as I don't want to grasp around that idea, I am a little worried thinking how much he's aged and how I lost track of time. I grew up without knowing he is also growing old. I never heard him complain at anything (except whenever we use water too much or lights are open too long) about us. Mum and I are CRAZY hoarders but he never complained. Back when I was in a several relationships, he was once asked, "Okay lang po ba kayo sa boyfriend niya?" and I was right there, standing near our entrance door, holding Obama when he answered "Ehhh basta okay siya at gusto niya at safe siyang nakakauwi, Okay samin. Ang mahalaga, iuuwi niya siya samin" (these tears...) and I was moved. I promised myself never to burden him with my decisions. To always let him know where I am and if he wants me to go home, I will.

When I found out that I was adopted, I cried. Not because they kept it a secret but because I was sad that I wasn't theirs but then, I slowly understand that I was ALWAYS theirs. I was never ashamed being adopted. I was cared with a father who took care of me. Fed me. Gave me education. Thought me how to drive etc. During those times, I asked my mom why they didn't tell me sooner. She said "Ayaw ni Papa mo". At first, I didn't know why but I know now. He took his time before telling me. He waited until I know in my mind that I can accept it and that is how he always was. He never once said anything that will make me hate them because he knew me and how I will react to things. It's either he will wait or he will step back and let me figure it out. I was raised by a man who let me grew as someone who can handle things this way.

When I first had my heart broken, he knocked on my room door with my eyes puffed and him not knowing why. He just sat there and asked me "Gusto mo starbucks" and wow! Did I cry my eyes out. Whenever I get sick, he always go up to my room and sit and just touch my forehead and leave. He will not say a word but that tap on the forehead is enough. He opens and closed the gate for me as I leave. He drives me to work every Thursday (coding day) for 3 years. He asks me "San ka punta?" everyday even if he knew Im going to work. He always reminds me to eat before leaving even if I don't. He reminds me to SAVE money. SAVE SAVE SAVE that is probably his favorite word. He took me to my first Star City experience because I was bullied at school. Whenever he's out, he still buys me fruits and I too buys him popcorn if I had the chance. He never missed 6:30pm news. We argue with TV schedules since HE IS THE KING OF THE COUCH but when I say "Pleeeeeaaaaase", he wil accept defeat, hand me the remote and transfer in his room to watch. He was the reason I loved writing and reading. My first love letter was addressed to him. I can tell you SO many thing I love about him. The list goes on. But for now, I am just grateful that I was raised by Julius Dizon Jr. A man with a heart of gold. Someone who smiles at every passerby whenever he waters his plants. Famous for his kind heart who never hesitates to give for his family and to strangers. If I will be born again, I would still choose to be in this family. Even if it's just us three. They consider me as a gift who was given to them in times that they prayed for one but the truth is, I was born because God knew that these people will be my anchor. Today, Dad, as you take a year old, I would like to give my sincerest appreciation of how you loved me and my mum. You deserved all the happiness this world can offer. Eat as much veggies as you want! Sing your heart out with Sunday's Bests! Jog everyday at your heart's content.

You are my standard of a man I would someday like to be with forever. Your values as a person and your heart that puts a mark to people is something I respect, Pa. I will always look up to you. Tell stories about you and tell them how proud I am of you. God has blessed us with Y-O-U. I pray that God may let you live longer and stay with us and keep us entertained with your petty arguments with Mum. I wish for you to enjoy your day today. I pray that God will continue to guide you and give you happy days like today. You are a gift of life itself. Salamat, Pa! HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY and may the karaoke today be full of Elvis Presley songs. Have fun with you jogger friends and keep it slow with the beer. Hehehe I know you love drinking it but take it slow okay? Mum and I will cook your handa today so I alarmed my clock so no need to knock on my door to wake me up. I love you Pa! SUPER KADUPER!

Love,

Bubwit. <3

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goingrvway · 7 years

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Put Your HORSE on a Leash!

Ok, so it isn’t a horse…but it is tall enough to be a miniature horse, and I would hate to have to carry around a poop bag for this baby. I don’t understand WHY some people think their dog is too good for a leash. First noticed this friendly monster as I took Bubba and Skruffy for a walk after we changed sites at the Florence Keller Park…more on the change in a bit. As I walk by the site this large group of people were at I noticed this HUGE dog, with a short lady holding onto its collar. Its head came up past her belly button…but the dog did not fight her, or do anything but look at Skruffy and Bubba as they past by. Skruffy did not see the dog, but at the last minute she smelled it and just started to run over that way until I gave her a small tug. Bubba did see it, went over by it, but just did nothing but keep walking.

To be fair, in both of these pictures the dog is on a leash. But it was running around off leash for a long time. Just prior to this picture I was outside at our new site sitting on the bench. I look down and it is looking right at me. Then it looks at its owner, then back at me and takes four steps my way. Then stops and looks back at the owner, who is oblivious to the dog, and the dog is smart enough to know this, so it takes four more steps, looks back, sees it is clear, and trots over to me. It is very friendly, and I tell it hello and pet its head, which is eye level with me as I was sitting down. Then the “master” calls for it, and I tell it to go home and not to come back. Next time I see it, it is on leash. However, a few hours later I see it is off leash again. PEOPLE, you might think YOU have a nice dog…but the dog someone is walking by your site might not think it is so nice, and a fight could come fast and furiously.

Here is our new site…it is the largest pull through in the campground…site “B”. Why some are numbered and some lettered beats me…I think this portion of the campground is not as old as the numbered area. After two nights we decided that we needed to catch some free WiFi to download some movies from Amazon. We first tried Walmart, but it was very slow…but we did buy just a few things while there. Then we tried Starbucks, but the Home Depot signal came in better…but I was still thinking we could do better. We headed over to the Public Library, and before I went inside I tried to find some WiFi…and to my surprise, the State Park Headquarters across the street had a good, fast, strong WiFi, and we sat there for a couple of hours downloaded about six movies. While there, I decided to finally try a DVD in our GPS Sound System…I had told Marcia I thought a DVD could play in it, and yes, it can. So we watched “Quiet Man” for about the tenth time in the past couple of years.

You can see between the two pictures above that this pull through is very large…however, if you have a 40-45’ motorhome, keeping your tires on the pavement might be hard to do as it curves around these trees. However, a truck and trailer combination would work just fine. We would have pulled into the spot we had the past two nights, but some car with a tent took it from us. We did not try to save it because we were only 90% sure we would return…and return we did.

All of the sites come with a picnic table which is made of hard plastic or rubber…I am sure it uses recycled materials, it is very firm, very durable, and you don’t get splinters in your butt. There is a fire ring, and a nice place to pitch a tent if you are so inclined to do so. All for $15, and there are many water spouts throughout the park, along with toilets…although many of the latter are the kind you see along side the road in work areas…if you know what I mean. And their trash bins are made to look like tree trunks of cut-down trees…cute, but without signs I think many people don’t even know they are there.

In every RVer’s life comes death…death of your batteries. I have noticed that our battery charge is getting shorter and shorter. Once we got down to one of three lights, but after just an hour or so it would go from three lights to two lights on our meter reader…and I have voltage tester that I plug into a 12V outlet and it dropped from 12.6 volts to 12 volts in less than an hour with very little juice being used by us. In normal use we could stay above 12.4 volts for a few hours. So instead of waiting for a full death, I decided to get new batteries today (Saturday). Being so close to Oregon, where not sales tax exist and typically cheaper prices, we headed to Brookings to Fred Myer. This Fred Myer was as big as the one in Soldotna Alaska that we used a lot last year, but the parking was smaller…go figure. However, they only had ONE of the Interstate batteries that I wanted…but as luck would have it, there is a place right across US 101 from Fred Myer called Carpenter Point S Tire & Auto Service, and they had two of the batteries I wanted. Total price was $295, but we will get $30 back on Monday when we return the old batteries. Went up to the rest area just north of Brookings where I “thought” we were going to change the batteries. Thought about it and remembered a Passport America park just south of the border that we had been to before, so I called Salmon Harbor Resort (I hate when they use that resort name when they are nothing but a park), and they had one last spot that we could have for $19 per night. So we turned south, declared no fruits or fire wood at the border check, and we pulled into the park in less than 20 minutes. After resting for about an hour I took out the old batteries and put in the new…An hour later we were back in business with power.

Salmon Harbor has some nice views…especially if you are one of the dozen lucky enough ones to get the waterfront spaces as seen in the picture above-right. For everyone else, you are stuck in the other area which has little space, little privacy. For us, however, we just wanted to get the batteries installed and give them a nice charge before we camp in more secluded areas. Sunday night we will most likely stay at the Lucky 7 Casino and give the new batteries a try.

This is the office, game room, etc. They have laundry, showers, and about 2/3rds of the sites have mobile homes in them. Salmon Harbor has been a family-run business since 1989, but eight months ago the Tolowa Dee-ni' Nation (which owns the casino) purchased the Salmon Harbor Resort and some other surrounding lands, about 60 acres in total, which are historical lands of the Tolowa Dee-ni' Nation. For now, nothing has changed in the park…put people who have lived in the park for a long time are worried that it will shut down. This area along the shoreline was a major village of the Tolowa Dee-ni’, there was a large Native American city in the area which was destroyed in 1853. I think soon the whole area will have a new name…Xaa-wan’-k’wvt Village and Resort.

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