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wazzupmrstark · 3 years

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instead of you [part seventeen]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol +sex

word count: 1.5k

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The flight from Naples to Tokyo took fourteen hours, not including the two and a half hour layover in Istanbul, meaning you had sixteen and a half hours to sit in awkward tension-filled silence next to Sam. The tension was one-sided, of course, but it was still agonizing to endure.

You had been able to push your anxiety aside during your last day in Italy because it had been so busy. There had been a power outage in the middle of the night, causing everyone to oversleep and miss the ferry for one of your tours that morning. It had been a scramble to get back on schedule and do as much as possible with the time you had left. The boys had been hungover and their parents were tired of wrangling them. You had dozens of photos on your camera roll of Sam and Harry bickering when they were supposed to be posing for a nice picture, and even more of Tom flicking them off.

But now you were stuck alone with your thoughts, unable to use distraction as a means to escape. You tried reading your book, but found yourself unable to concentrate on the words on the page. After staring at the same paragraph for over fifteen minutes Sam noticed and asked if you were okay and you finally decided to call it quits.

You almost wished the Hollands hadn’t scheduled in a day and a half to adjust to the time zone change. You’d rather exhaust yourself with the nonstop tourist bullshit than have to cope with the reality that you had gotten off to thoughts about your best friend’s brother. Not to mention living with the secret that the same best friend’s brother had kissed you not long before that.

If Sam noticed anything was off, he didn’t mention it. He probably chalked it up to lack of sleep, or perhaps was too tired himself to care.

“Which one of us do you think will be randomly selected in customs today?” Harry asked, stretching his arms above his head.

You were standing in the aisle waiting to deplane, placing bets on who’d get searched by border agents this time. Somehow each time you traveled to a new place one of you was always chosen to get pat down or have your carry-on searched. Tom had yet to be the lucky winner, and you suspected it had something to do with his celebrity status.

“Y/n,” Tom answered easily. “She has the U.S. passport.”

You rolled your eyes. “Like England has a squeaky clean record with Japan.”

“At least we didn’t-”

“Bro, you can’t say the b word on a plane,” Harry interrupted.

“Even when the plane’s on the ground?”

Sam shrugged. “Better safe than sorry.”

“Whatever,” Tom continued. “It’s definitely going to be y/n.”

“Would you mind stepping out of line, ma’am?”

You sighed, not even bothering to look back at the boys. You already knew they were grinning like idiots and you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. The agent ushered you to the side behind a glass partition, but not before you heard another agent repeat the same question to one of the Hollands. You smiled to yourself, happy not to be the only one singled out.

Behind the privacy screen another agent greeted you and asked you to take your sweatshirt off, explaining that it was too baggy and needed to be checked. You saw other people in baggy clothes who weren’t getting pulled out of line, but assumed they didn’t have the red flag of “U.S. Citizen” printed on their identification that would be cause for any additional suspicion. You complied with the agent’s request and pulled your sweatshirt off for them to further inspect.

You were glad you’d worn a sports bra underneath your sweatshirt because you usually didn’t wear anything underneath them. As soon as your head was out of the pullover you immediately met by Tom’s polite smile.

He averted his eyes as soon as he saw you, pausing his conversation with the official to mumble a quiet ‘sorry’ to you as he was shown to the spot next to yours.

You zoned out as they spoke, only aware of him again when he started unbuckling his belt. You caught his eye this time.

“Forgot to take it off,” he explained.

“Sweatshirt’s too loose.”

You both faced forward as the customs officials proceeded through the motions. You were stuck standing there half-naked with your arms wrapped around your chest self-consciously while an agent pat Tom’s legs down.

“Dad said we can meet them at baggage claim,” Tom said after a few moments of silence between the two of you. “They went on without us.”

“Okay,” you squeaked back in response.

You knew it wouldn’t take long, but it still made you nervous to be alone with Tom. Sam was like a safety blanket, or a buffer between you and him and without him you were afraid it would be painfully awkward.

The woman handed you your sweatshirt back and you had to wait for Tom outside of the screening area. He joined you a minute or so later.

“They find any dirt on you?” you asked from where you were leaning against the wall across from the exit.

“Nope, you?”

“Yeah, actually I’m in custody right now. Can’t believe you missed the handcuffs.”

“Man, what’d they get you for?”

“Identity theft,” you sighed.

“Damn, that’s a bummer,” Tom replied, false sympathy rolling off his words.

He cocked his head in the direction the rest of his family had went, indicating that you should get going, and held out a hand to pull you upright. You took it hesitantly and let him help you.

“I was actually hoping you could bail me out?” you went on, continuing with the bit.

Tom made a sound through his teeth and grimaced. “I’m kinda broke right now.”

“Aren’t you an actor?”

“Sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else.”

“No, you’re definitely the guy!”

“You’re thinking of Tom Hiddleston,” he insisted.

“Remember that IOU you gave me? I’m cashing it in now.”

“That’s not how it works!”

You laughed. “No, but if I ever actually get arrested I’m using my IOU to get you to bail me out of jail.”

“I don’t think that a kiss and getting bailed out of prison are comparable, but I didn’t put any conditions on that postcard, did I?”

“Nope!” You smiled happily.

“Well that’s on me, so...”

You took the shuttle together to the other side of the airport where the rest of the Hollands were waiting and finally found them with all of your luggage at the furthest carousel from the entrance.

“It’s about time!” Harry yelled over the crowd as soon as he saw you.

Sam grinned when he saw you and you couldn’t help but grin back. He wrapped an arm around you instinctively and you relaxed into his shoulder, relieved to be with him again. It hadn’t dawned on you until that moment just how attached you were, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because the other Hollands were all looking at you expectantly.

“Did everything go okay?” Nikki asked.

Tom nodded. “They made y/n strip, but it was uneventful otherwise.”

You pursed your lips, cheeks burning. “It was just my sweatshirt!” you hissed to Sam.

“Yeah, but you never wear anything under your sweatshirts!” Sam hissed back.

“I had a bra on this time.”

“Oh, so it was just another night at the bar for you?” You wrestled yourself out of Sam’s grasp at that and glared. “Am I wrong?”

Sam’s dad cut in before you could respond. He had a habit of calling “family meetings” in the middle of public spaces to finalize plans and get everybody on the same page, which was always an experience.

“Alright, gather up, gang!” he said, beckoning you all closer. “So we’ll be staying at... this hotel,” he explained and turned his phone around to show you the name of it. “And the thing is, we have two rooms to share between the six of us. One for your mother and I, and another for you four.”

“What?” Sam asked. “You’re going to make us stay with them?”

“I thought we were getting three rooms like every other time,” Tom chimed in.

“We were meant to, but I made a mistake when booking it,” Dom clarified.

“How?”

“The entire website was in Japanese, Sam. I don’t know Japanese!”

“Dad, Google has a translate webpage option!” Harry groaned.

“Well no one told me that while I was booking this entire trip by myself!”

You traded a look with Tom, who looked just as panicked as you felt. But it would only be for a week. You would find a way to manage. You didn’t really have any other option.

“I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Sam tried, forcing a smile.

“That’s the spirit!” Dom cheered. “We’ll make it work.”

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nugnthopkns · 3 years

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if everything could ever feel this real forever

word count: 4.3k

warnings: explicit!fem reader, cursing, alcohol consumption, allusion to sexual content (nothing explicit but minors please be aware!)

recommended listening: everlong | foo fighters

a/n: broke down and wrote for ratty matty. alternalty titled four times matthew thinks you’re the one and one time he knows (4+1′s are fun to write, pls don’t fight me). also pls ignore the fact i don’t know how airports work, i’ve only ever flown domestically lmao

Matthew feels different when you’re around.

You don’t turn him into a completely different person. He’s still himself – an absolute pest at times – but more genuine. With you he can feel everything deeply, say whatever’s on his mind without the fear of being judged. It’s the best kind of different, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. His teammates constantly ask him when he’s going to lock you down; put a ring on your finger and change your last name, but he needs to be sure before he makes such a big commitment.

one

It’s the beginning of July, and you’re sweating buckets in the back of an Uber. The driver has the air cranked, but nothing seems to alleviate the heat. You know it will be worse in St. Louis so you do your best not to complain, but it’s hard. Taking two weeks off to visit your boyfriend in his hometown sounded like a great idea, but reading the weather forecast has you re-evaluating the trip.

Your phone lights up in your lap, and you eagerly unlock it. It’s a text from Matthew. Have a safe flight. Text me when you land. Tayrn will be there to pick you up – Brady and I’s on-ice got extended. I’ll see you when I get home. Love you.

Though you wish he could be the first person you see when you touch down, you understand that his job comes first. Besides, your re-unification will be more private this way. I get to see the best Tkachuk first, fuck yeah you reply, before following it up with Love you too Matty. See you soon.

Soon after sending the text you arrive at the entrance of Calgary International Airport. With a polite thank you to your driver, you grab your suitcase and head inside. The working air conditioning answers your silent prayers and you feel your body slowly return to a normal temperature. Check in is fast, and before you know it you’re breezing through security. A slightly nervous traveller, you’re at the gate earlier than you need to be. The plane doesn’t take off for another two hours. You don’t mind the wait, listening to a couple of podcast episodes and grabbing a snack at the lounge before boarding.

The five hour flight passes in the blink of an eye. St. Louis is busier than Calgary, and it takes you longer than you thought it would to get through customs. Once passed immigration and at the baggage carousel you let Matthew know you’re safely inside the city limits. You grab your obnoxious suitcase – a bright red thing with a giant Flames logo that Matthew thought would be funny to give you – and set out to find Tayrn. She’s easy to spot, waving a giant poster with your name on it. Abandoning nearly all airport etiquette, you rush through the crowd to see her. Over the years she’s become a little sister and close friend, and you really wish you could see her more frequently.

“Y/N!” Taryn squeals as you wrap your arms around her. The pair of you embrace for another moment or two before making your way to her car. Neither of you can stop talking, so excited to be in each other’s presence.

“It’s so nice to be back,” you sigh. “I really do like St. Louis.”

Tayrn giggles. “You’re just excited to see Matthew.”

Though she isn’t wrong, you swat her bicep in faux annoyance. “What? Can a girl not enjoy a nice Midwestern city?” You push your sunglasses up onto the bridge of your nose before continuing. “Besides, I only came here to see you. I see enough of Matt at home.”

She rolls her eyes but extends her arm so you can fist bump her. With a quick look to make sure the way is clear, Taryn exits the parking spot and heads in the direction of your temporary home. The open sunroof allows the wind to whip through your hair and you struggle to tame it enough to put it in a ponytail. One Direction blasts from the stereo, and you join Taryn in screaming the lyrics until your lungs hurt. Being on vacation, even if it’s only to St. Louis, is so freeing. You don’t have to deal with work deadlines or friendship drama. All that matters is spending time with Matthew.

When you pull into the Tkachuk’s driveway it’s empty. It’s Thursday afternoon; Chantal’s at work, Keith is golfing with friends, and the boys are at the rink. You take a few minutes to unpack, filling Matthew’s drawers with your clothes, before joining Taryn by the pool. St. Louis is just as hot as the city you left, and the travel has left you feeling below average. A quick swim is sure to be the perfect remedy.

The water is the right kind of cool, and alleviates any stress you were possibly feeling. You’re properly in vacation mode now, lounging on pool floaties and gossiping with Taryn. An hour later when Matthew returns home you’re in basically the same position. Stepping out into the yard he sees you urging Taryn to turn around so you can place sunscreen onto the one spot she missed, laughing all the while at some ridiculous celebrity rumor she’s telling you. Seeing you get along so easy with his sister, and the rest of his family, makes his heart swell.

In the couple of months you’ve been separated, Matthew’s thought a lot about his future. Specifically about his future with you. When he closes his eyes he can see it clearly: the two of you married with children and a dog, living in a house in the mountains and loving life. It’s idyllic, and even though he knows you’d say yes if he asked you, Matthew still can’t bring himself to do it. There’s something in the back of his brain telling him to wait until he knows with absolute certainty that you’re it for him.

Not wanting to be separated from you for a minute more, he snaps out of his daze and scurries over. Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pressing a kiss to the base of neck, he relishes in how you mould to him immediately, not even questioning who it was.

“Welcome back baby,” Matthew mumbles into your skin.

With a chuckle you wriggle slightly in his grasp, allowing yourself to face him. You press a kiss to his lips and it feels like heaven. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, you suppose, because you could stand here kissing Matthew your the rest of your life and be happy.

“Hi Matty,” you giggle against his lips, parting from him only to rest your forehead on his and twist a curl around your finger.

From somewhere inside the house you hear Brady yell, “Jesus Christ, you two, get a room.”

Without taking his eyes off you, Matthew replies, “Fuck off Brady!”

two

The energy inside the Saddledome is electric. It’s the Flames’ first home game in nearly a week, doing an east coast road trip and sweeping every team they faced. Six games later the team is on a nine game winning streaking and are hoping to keep it going. You know how much it matters in this moment – the playoffs are fast approaching and all points they can tally up are needed.

You had decided months ago to buy rinkside tickets for this game, planning to surprise Matthew. He loves when you sit in the regular crowd, cheering and spilling your beer like any old fan. It’s humbling for the both of you, and honestly you enjoy it. Though you love those in the Better Halves box, you were a hockey fan before dating Matthew and sometimes like to enjoy games by yourself. Plus, your friend was supposed to be in town and join you at the game, and you figured she’d like to experience how insane the area is firsthand.

So you do your best to quickly shimmy around those blocking your seat, beverage in hand. It was all you could do to get to the rink on time, sitting in the dense downtown traffic for nearly three quarters of an hour after rushing out of work. You wanted to make it before warmups started to make sure Matt knows you’re there supporting him. No one really bats an eye at you, which you’re thankful for. In no way are you notorious, but it wouldn’t take a die-hard fan long to recognize you. Sitting down and letting a soft sigh escape your lips, you carefully place your jacket over the seat beside you. At the last minute your friend had to cancel her trip to Calgary, leaving you solo. With a quick look at the clock you see that warm up will start in just under a minute. The players begin to step onto the ice as you sip your beer. Matthew is yet to notice you but you don’t take offence. He’s in the zone and most likely won’t realize you’re sitting right in front of him until halfway through the third period.

“Look daddy, it’s Matthew Tkachuk!” you hear a young boy shriek in excitement. “He’s so fast, I want to play just like him.”

You turn to look and see two rows above you there’s a father and son, who looks around eight. He’s wearing a jersey identical to yours, and from the sounds of his excited chattering it’s his first game. Seeing the young boy so happy to be here, to see your boyfriend, has your heart swelling. You want to make this a game he’ll never forget.

“Hi,” you smile at the father. “I don’t mean to intrude, but I know Matthew quite well. Would you like me to get his attention so your son could meet him?”

A shocked expression makes its way onto the dad’s face, but he doesn’t react negatively. “You’d do that?” he asks. “Riley loves Matthew. Wants to be just like him.” When you nod, he lets you approach the boy.

“Hey there Riley, I’m Y/N,” you say, smiling and extending a hand to him. “I’m a special friend of Matthew’s. Would you like to meet him?”

The boy looks at his father tentatively, and only once he nods encouragingly does Riley respond to your question. “Yes please.”

“Why don’t you come down here with me and we’ll get his attention?”

With a little help from you, Riley climbs over the seats and plops unceremoniously beside you. You help him straighten out his jersey before beginning a conversation. He tells you he plays in a local youth league and wants to make it to the NHL one day. When prompted, you explain to him that you work a boring office job that you love even though it makes you angry sometimes. It’s all very formal, but after cracking a few jokes you get him to loosen up.

Matthew, still not having noticed you, begins to skate along the boards in your direction. “Watch this,” you whisper-yell to your newfound friend, “I bet he’ll jump super high.”

As soon as Matthew passes your spot you bang on the glass and scream his name. Sure enough, his skates lift a good three inches of the ice and he shrieks. Teammates around him laugh and the look on his face is priceless when he discovers you’re the culprit.

“Babe!”

You smile. “Matty, this is my new friend Riley. He wears number nineteen just like you!” A glance at the boy lets you know he’s starstruck, and your eyes lock with Matthew’s.

He leans down and rests his hands on his knees, at eye level with the child. “Hi Riley,” he begins. “I’m Matt. I like your jersey.”

After that, Riley’s a tap that won’t turn off. He details every bit of his day to Matt, and even though their voices are muffled a bit from the glass they get on like two peas in a pod. Matthew is great with children and doesn’t shy away from having legitimate conversations with them. He talks to them like they’re people, which is something you admire about him. The warmup time runs out, but before he heads back to the dressing room Matthew hoists his stick over the glass, giving it to Riley. The younger boy beams and waves goodbye. You blow Matthew a kiss, which he gladly returns, and turn your attention away from him as his figure retreats.

“Is he your boyfriend?”The question makes you laugh.

“Is it that obvious?” you ask, to which Riley just shrugs.

“He called you ‘babe’, and my mommy calls my dad that. That means you’re in love,” he says as though it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world.

Matthew cannot pay attention in the locker room for the life of him. He’s trying really hard to listen to everyone’s hype speeches, but his mind keeps wandering back to the interaction you shared during warm up. You looked so happy watching him interact with the boy you found god knows where within the arena. It’s then he realizes he wants to watch you act like that for the rest of his life. He wants to see you bring excited children to meet him because you have the power to make their nights. His suspicion is confirmed when he steps onto the ice and looks in your direction, finding you and Riley pressed up against the glass cheering loudly.

three

The Giordano’s are hosting an end-of-season barbeque before everyone scatters into the wind, and you’re going to be late. No matter how much you reminded Matthew of what time you had to leave he still started getting ready as you were finishing up. This typically wouldn’t be a big deal, but he has recently started taking care of his curls, and the routine eats up a lot more time than he anticipates.

“Matty, are you almost ready? There’s going to be no parking!”

His footsteps echo off the hardwood floor as he comes towards you. “That’s what you’re worrying about, baby? Parking?” Matthew laughs, pulling you into his side and kissing the crown of your head.

“Yeah Matt, I am. You know I have parking anxiety.”

“I’ll drive then,” he says sweetly. “Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve driven us. Have some fun tonight.”

The short drive across town is full of laughter. Neither of you are great singers, but it doesn’t stop you from belting out lyrics at the top of your lungs. At some point Matthew breaks out a rather terrible impression of Axl Rose and you just have to post it to your instagram story. Captioning with a simple microphone emoji, you slip your phone back into your sweater pocket. Though most certainly warm enough to spend the entire evening outside, Calgary currently has a bit of a proclivity for wind, and you’d rather be prepared. Outside of Mark and Lauren’s house Matthew finds a spot and parallel parks with ease.

“Shut up,” you mumble, poking your tongue out at him.

Matthew ruffles your hair in retaliation before jumping out of the vehicle, booking it around to the other side so he can open your door. He isn’t slick about hiding his intentions, grabbing a handful off your ass before leaning down to kiss you. Though you’d much rather stand in the cul-de-sac and make out with your boyfriend, you both have appearances to keep up. You get him to stop being a pest kong enough that you can enter the party and pass him off to his teammates.

You congregate with some of the other girls in the corner of the yard, and enjoy a drink while the sun sets. It’s fun to gossip with them, to catch up one final time before most of them leave. You’ll be staying in Calgary, job tying you down for the foreseeable future. The only thing that’s better than spending time with your friends is glancing at Matthew from across the space.

He’s enjoying himself, glass of water in hand. When he offered to be the designated driver he was serious, and he took the shit the boys were giving him in stride. Though you’ve only had one gin and tonic and can’t feel the effects of the alcohol, you’re glad he’s staying true to his word. The heightened water intake makes his skin glow, and you’re having a hard time staying focussed on the story Lauren is telling. He catches you staring and shoots you a dazzling smile. Tired of keeping your distance, you excuse yourself from the conversation and saunter over to your boyfriend.

“Hey Y/N,” Noah says breezily, raising his glass to you in mock salute. You wrap your arms tightly around Matthew’s waist.

“Hanifin,” you smile. “I’m really sorry to do this, but I need to pull Matt away for a quick second.”

No one in the group is the least bit surprised. The two of you have a reputation for being young and in love, sneaking off often and doing everything that entails. Once the two of you are alone you rest a hand on his chest, dangerously close to the button of his shirt. You then move kissing along the underside of his jaw, pressing your body closer to his to ensure he gets the point.

“Needy baby?” Matthew tries to smirk, but his voice wavers when you reach the junction of his jawbone and earlobe.

Declining to speak, you continue your actions until he’s just as desperate to get home as you. Though you try to be sneaky as you exit through the back gate, you won’t be surprised if you wake up to a few crude text messages. You’re too far gone to care, solely focussed on showing your boyfriend how much you love him.

The entire ride home Matthew can barely focus on the road. Not because you’re doing anything particularly risqué, a few too many close calls have put you both off of initiating things in the car, but because he doesn’t ever want to stop sneaking away from events with you. It’s exhilarating in more ways than one, and he hopes the feeling never goes away. Being with you, his best friend, is something he wouldn’t trade for the entire world. So what if he gets chirped by the boys for having precariously placed marks on his back.

four

September brings a chill to Calgary, but you couldn’t feel warmer. Matthew is due home this afternoon after nearly four months of being away. Of course you visited him in St. Louis, and he even flew back to the city once, but the two of you were mostly separated. Your shared apartment felt cold and lonely without him to annoy you, so you had spent as much time away from it as possible. No longer do you have to fall asleep with Matt’s side of the bed stone cold.

Though you know he likely won’t care, you’re nervous about the new decor. In an effort to make yourself feel better in Matthew’s absence, you completed some home renovations. Most are superficial, like a new sectional and an ungraded home speaker system, but you had redone the entire kitchen after scrolling through pinterest. The cabinets are a bright yellow, and the walls are a warm cream. Subway tile has also replaced the previous backsplash. You’re quite proud of the way it looks – doing pretty much all of it yourself and only calling your dad when you really needed help.

You spend much of the morning not doing anything productive, pacing the hallway back and forth. It’s nerve wracking and exciting to have Matthew home. Things will go much smoother with his presence even if he can sometimes be the most annoying person on the planet. You force yourself to eat a small meal before continuing to wear holes into your floor. He’ll arrive in a matter of minutes, and you’re practically vibrating with how much your legs are shaking.

A key twists in the lock, as though it’s a Pavlovian response, you bound towards the front door. Not even letting him step over the threshold you wrap yourself around him as tightly as possible. Matthew giggles sweetly, and you swear it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard. Tears flow freely down your cheeks and soak through his shirt. In a very ungraceful waddle Matthew carries the both of you inside your home and shuts the door lightly.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Matt asks, obviously concerned because this is more emotional than any homecoming you’ve ever had.

Through hiccupping sobs, you stutter out, “I painted the kitchen cabinets yellow and you’re going to hate them. And then you’ll want to break up with me but I won’t be able to take them with me.”

“Woah woah woah, slow down baby,” he soothes, rubbing circles on your back. “Why am I going to hate it?”

When you can’t come up with a justifiable answer, he knows your anxiety just got the better of you. Repositioning you slightly so you’re tucked into his side, Matthew walks through the apartment to see the kitchen for himself. He’s blown away by its beauty, and he can see just how much work you put into it. The room is so much brighter and inviting – he can’t imagine having any other kitchen now.

Once you ramble off an apology for being so dramatic that he won’t accept, the two of you settle into the couch and start a reality television marathon. It’s a tradition that both of you take very seriously, and though he’d never admit it to anyone but you, Matthew looks forward to watching the outlandish dramas. The night is quiet, with you getting through quite a few seasons of Desperate Housewives, and at some point you fall asleep on Matthew’s chest. He knows he should gently move you off of him, start to unpack his bags, but he can’t tear himself away.

He can’t help but stare as you snore softly. There’s nothing Matthew would like more than to spend the rest of his life relaxing after coming home to you. If he’s being completely honest, St. Louis doesn’t feel like home as much anymore, and he finds himself counting down the days until he can return to Calgary. Matt supposes you’re the defining factor, and even Antarctica would feel like home to him if you were there. He never wants to lose that feeling.

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There’s ten seconds left on the clock. Ten seconds until the Calgary Flames will become Stanley Cup champions. You’re holding your breath – you know a lot could happen in such a short amount of time. The lead isn’t as wide as you’d like it to be, only one, and you squeeze Taryn’s hand tightly. Everyone in the friends and family box is just as amped up as you. If the choice had been yours, you’d be sitting in the stands of the Saddledome, but in event the Flames win you need to be with everyone else if you want to join the team on the ice.

Matthew carries the puck up the ice, and you audibly gasp. At the last second, a Bruins defenseman is blocking his view of the net. Not letting the scoring opportunity go for his team, he snaps a pass backwards to Elias Lindholm. A nano-second later the puck is in the back of the net. You possibly scream the loudest of anyone in the box, jumping into Brady’s arms excitedly.

“Holy shit, they’re going to do it,” you whisper, and Brady nods enthusiastically. The clock now only has two seconds, and there is virtually no way the Bruins can make a comeback.

You untangle yourself from your boyfriend’s brother and approach his parents. “How exciting is this!” Chantal gushes.

“So fucking exciting,” you say honestly. “Listen, I want to talk to you about something.”

The Bruins’ head coach is halfway through his timeout, so you have to talk fast. You explain that you want to hang back while the family celebrates with their son and brother. Keith and Chantal try to argue, but you insist. You want them to be the first people to greet him as a Stanley Cup champion.

A horn signals the return to play, and you return your attention to the ice pad below you. Everything seems to move in slow motion; all you remember is the final whistle being blown and getting crushed in a group hug by everyone else in the room. Your voice goes hoarse from screaming, and tears stream freely down your face.

The party continues for a short time in the box, but then you’re being led through the arena and out onto the ice. Nodding in the direction of Matthew, you urge the Tkachuks to greet him. You congratulate other members of the team, snapping candid pictures of everyone to share in the group chat later. So many families will treasure the photos that you can’t bring yourself to stop, trying your hardest to grab everyone.

Once enough time has passed for Matthew to properly be congratulated by his family, you make your way towards him. Wasting no time, he skates over and lifts you off your feet. Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, and if you weren’t so proud you’d have reservations about sticking your tongue down Matthew’s throat in a packed arena.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whisper against his lips. “My champion.”

Matthew blushes profusely at your words, and you can tell he likes them. “Couldn’t have done it without you supporting me,” he responds, leaning into your touch as you rake your fingers through his hair.

While you celebrate with the rest of the team, holding babies and snapping pictures, Matthew realizes he can’t live without you. No one else will fit into his life as perfectly as you. There’s no one he wants besides you. Matthew makes a mental note to go through your jewelry box in the morning to get your ring size. His mom always said he’d know when someone was ‘the one’, and now he understands what she meant.

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The Annapolis Grant, part 3/?

Despite being in first class and further away from the engine noise at the wings, the throttle up when the engines went to full on the runway never failed to wig her out. She gripped the armrests and closed her eyes, willing her pulse to go down. She repeated safety statistics silently in an attempt to remind herself that flying was still the safest way to travel, but it did little to assuage what she fully admitted was an irrational fear.

“Are you a nervous flyer?” Mulder’s voice rumbled at her shoulder. She opened her eyes to look at him, and he was leaning toward her, a look of concern in his eyes. She wanted to ease her grip on the armrests and give him a reassuring smile, but found she couldn’t. She nodded at him, pulling her lips into her mouth on a breath.

“Would it help to hold my hand?” he asked, rather sweetly holding out the palm of his hand toward her. She was about to refuse when the plane tilted sharply left. They’d opted to fly out of National rather than Dulles, which meant the aircraft had to bank more steeply at takeoff to avoid the no-fly airspace of the Capitol. Before it had even leveled out, Scully found she was gripping Mulder’s hand tightly, which he squeezed and pulled to rest gently on his knee.

His hand was warm, dry and soft, and he twisted it to interlace their fingers, his own long and elegant. Piano-playing fingers, her mother would call them.

“I’m not sure how much of a touchy-feely person you are,” he said after a couple of minutes, “but this is probably good.” He nodded toward their interlaced fingers. “How much public affection are you comfortable with?”

“Honestly?” Scully said, “Not much. But… I think I need to get over that for the purposes of this week. If we’re going to pull this off, we need to be convincing.” Mulder nodded and squeezed her fingers. “I’m not saying we need to lay it on thick,” she went on, “but, you should feel free to put your arm around me or hold my hand, or…” her voice trailed off as her thoughts spun.

“I’ll follow your lead,” he said, then lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss on it.

She felt her stomach dip. What was going on with her?

“Why don’t you tell me about yourself,” he said, “and I’ll do the same.”

“Good idea,” she said, and leaned back in the plush comfort of the first class seat, telling him everything she could think of about herself, starting at the beginning of her life and going onward. He was attentive, occasionally asking questions, and several times made comments that made her outright laugh. “And that’s… me.” She finished, “I work long hours, I practically live in my lab-”

“-and you recently acquired a devoted and loving fiance,” he finished for her.

She chuckled. “Yes,” she said, “and that.”

She looked down at their laced fingers, realizing that somewhere along the way, she’d forgotten to be scared of flying.

“So what about you?” she asked him. “What should I know about you for this week? What will we tell McKay?”

“I’m going to pivot a bit here,” he said, “go with it?”

“Okay...” she was curious.

“Do you have a ring?” he asked her. “An engagement ring?”

“You know, I’d thought about that,” she said. She remembered the first thing McKay had done when she’d mentioned a fiancé, was glance at her ring finger. “I told McKay that the engagement was new and that we were having the ring sized. I went to a couple pawn shops and an antique store this weekend, but I couldn’t find anything that would really work.”

“I may be able to help with that,” he said, letting go of her hand so that he could reach into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet pouch. He set it on the tray table in front of her.

She reached forward and pulled open the drawstring, shaking out its contents onto her palm. She gasped quietly. The ring was gold with an aged patina, a large diamond solitaire sat in the middle, flanked by two emerald cut sapphires.

“Mulder…” she said, looking up at him.

“It was my grandmother’s,” he said. “I find in these… situations, that sticking as closely to the truth as possible can help, well… sell the story. I’ll obviously need the ring back at the end of our arrangement, but little details might help this McKay to…”

“Believe the lie?” Scully offered.

“If you like,” Mulder said kindly.

Scully slipped the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly.

“Good fit,” he said.

She smiled at him and met his eye. “So stick as closely to the truth as possible?”

“Whenever you can,” he said, tucking the empty pouch back into the inner pocket of his linen suit. “So. I’m going to tell you about myself -- things you should be comfortable sharing with McKay -- that way we won’t talk ourselves into any corners.”

“That sounds sensible,” she said, “one thing though.” He raised his eyebrows inquiringly. “What should we tell him you… do. For a living.”

He shrugged. “The truth.” It was her turn to raise eyebrows. “I’m pursuing my PhD,” he clarified. Her eyebrows went up even higher. “I was midway through my degree when my parents were killed in an accident. My sister was badly injured. She was in the hospital for months. I had to sell my parents house, move back… It cost a lot of money to get her where she is today. I do this job to finance my degree and to take care of her.”

Scully’s heart went out to him. Whatever she’d been expecting, it hadn’t been that.

“Is she okay, your sister?” she asked him.

“Samantha,” he said. “She has good days and bad. We’re getting through it.”

For the first time he seemed to clam up and his openness closed off a bit. She wouldn’t pry.

“What degree are you pursuing?” she asked him.

“Psychology,” he answered.

“Where?”

“Oxford, until the accident,” he said, “now Georgetown.”

Scully looked at him. He was absolutely full of surprises. She looked down at the ring on her finger. It was exactly the kind of thing she would have picked out for herself.

“I’m… I was not expecting…” she started to say before she was aware she’d even opened her mouth, she stopped herself before she insulted him, “this level of service,” she finished lamely.

Mulder stared at her baldly. “We’re a full-service boutique, Dr. Scully,” he said.

Scully felt her face flush.

The flight attendant came by then with hot towels, and Mulder turned from her to politely thank the attendant.

“Mind the prongs on the sapphires,” he said as Scully shook a little heat out of her own before using it, “they have a tendency to catch on sweaters and towels.” She looked over at him and he gave her a quiet smile.

They were the first off the plane, out of the jetway and snaking into the masses -- LAX was absolutely packed, filled with travelers either coming or going for the Independence Day holiday. As they passed a gate that was about to board, a man wearing a huge backpack turned around, not paying attention to the added bulk strapped to his shoulders and bumped roughly into Scully, who stumbled. Mulder smoothly grabbed her elbow, righting her. From that point on, he led her gently through the busy terminal, one hand resting on the small of her back and the other held out to keep people out of her space.

He collected their luggage as it came off of the carousel, taking her suitcase and his own garment bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He then nodded toward an area near the exit doors.

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand, “I think that’s our driver.” There was an impeccably liveried older gentleman standing with a sign reading “SCULLY.” When she looked up at him, his eyes were bright and focused on her.

It was odd. She'd dated men who'd been sweet and conscientious. She'd had boyfriends that made her feel safe and taken care of. She'd met men (and a few women) who made her feel wanted -- who looked at her with a hunger that made her skin feel tight around her bones. But she'd never experienced all of those things at once, all from the same person. An odd feeling that crept up her spine, but she shook it off, following the driver McKay had sent to their waiting limousine.

XxX

She had forgotten about the traffic in LA. Despite the fact that the airport was very near where McKay’s yacht was docked in Marina del Rey, it still took forty five minutes to get to the marina, enough time for Scully to have second thoughts. And third. And fourth. By the time the limo crawled to a stop in a narrow parking lot adjacent to the docks, Scully was as tense as a tightrope, ready to snap.

The driver opened the door nearest Mulder, who rose confidently onto the hot asphalt and held out a hand to help her out.

“This way, please,” the driver said, turning on his heel to lead them toward the docks. Scully turned back to the car to inquire about their luggage, but there were already two -- what Scully assumed to be dockhands or porters, pulling their baggage out of the trunk -- they were dressed alike, each in navy shorts with a walkie talkie clipped to their waist, and a crisp white polo shirt with the name “Dominus” embroidered on the front.

When the driver led them to the plank leading to the boat, she heard Mulder’s small intake of breath. She was bowled over, herself. She’d expected it to be big, but the Dominus was massive. She could see various crew members darting about on the various decks, and there, standing at the top of the teak and chrome boarding plank was Alexander McKay himself. She took a deep, steadying breath.

A man and woman dressed in the crew uniform met them at the bottom of the plank.

“Hello,” the man said, extending a hand. “I’m Greg, I’m the head steward for the Dominus. This is Krista,” he gestured to the woman, who smiled at them warmly, “she’ll be your personal steward. Anything at all you need, find one of us. We’ll be sure your baggage gets to your stateroom. Welcome aboard.” He gestured them toward the ship.

Mulder and Scully both gave them their thanks and then turned to… well, to walk the plank, thought Scully. Into the depths we go.

Just as she was about to take a step, Mulder put a hand on her shoulder and leaned down to place a kiss into her hairline. She looked up to see McKay watching, a smile she couldn’t read playing about his lips.

With Mulder close behind her, she stepped aboard.

#fanfic #msr #my fic #the x-files #au #prompts #don’t get used to daily updates #😅

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Bare Essentials

Last March, the discussion on Thursday during #tbtXFiles turned to why Mulder looked “un-Mulderish,” in Signs and Wonders, and lost luggage was mentioned, I became intrigued. I had never noticed his clothes, I don’t think. This is not an episode I generally put on, so I was taken aback. After it was mentioned, it was ALL I saw. So, thanks to a friend for piquing my interest, it brought about this story. Hope you enjoy it.

Arriving in Blessing, Tennessee, Mulder and Scully discover their bags have not arrived with them.

Blessing, Tennessee 9:30 a.m. Tuesday

The tiny airport was hot and crowded, causing Mulder to unbutton the two top buttons on his shirt, hoping to find some relief. He could feel sweat on his neck and back, as he watched the luggage carousel, waiting for their bags.

Scully walked up, fanning her coat around her. “Jesus, it’s hot in here,” she said, looking at him, her small carry-on bag in one hand. He nodded still keeping an eye on the carousel.

“It’s insane that it’s this warm in here, the heater has to be broken. I doubt it’s that cold outside." He fanned his shirt, the open buttons not offering much relief.

“Well, we’ll find out as soon as our bags get here and we can get the car,” she said, glancing at her watch. “We should head straight over to the church.” He nodded again, frowning as he realized the baggage carousel was now empty. Bags were no longer coming and he heaved a sigh.

Great, just great, he thought. Scully looked at him and raised her eyebrows. He shook his head and headed to the baggage claim office.

A half an hour later, forms were filled out, and a heated discussion had been had about the heat of the airport. Mulder caught up to Scully, and they walked toward the rental lot. Scully had filled out the paperwork and gotten the keys, while he dealt with their lost bags. They would try to deliver them as soon as possible. But first, they needed to figure out where they were exactly.

“Where they are exactly, Scully,” he said, as they walked to the car. “How is it that they don’t know where our bags are “exactly” but everyone else’s arrived here with no problems? We all left from the same place, on the same flight.” She put her carry-on in the trunk, and they both got in the car. He turned on the ignition, shaking his head as he looked over at her.

She scrunched up her chin, something he found so goddamn adorable and shook her head. “I don’t know, but hopefully they’ll find them and bring them by later tonight. Let’s get to the church,” she said, gesturing for him to drive.

“I can’t go like this, Scully,” he said pointing at his clothes. He was wearing dark jeans and a long sleeved polo shirt. “I was going to change once we stopped by the motel, but now I don’t have my luggage.”

“Then you will have to go like that,” she said, looking at him in exasperation.

“No, we can find a store and I’ll pick something up. Not a suit, but something better than this,” he said, backing up the car and heading out. She hummed her annoyance, and he scoffed.

“If you had dressed accordingly,” she said, under her breath, shaking her head and looking out her window.

“I told you all my dress shirts were at the cleaners, and it was a mad dash to even get there before we left. I had no other options,” he said, watching for when it would be safe to merge onto the highway.

“Mulder, how long have we been doing this? Seven years? Why do you leave everything until the last minute?” she asked, with a glance his way. “You tell me we’re leaving, and I have a wardrobe already packed in my head, business suits ready to go at all times.”

“If we all were as prepared as you, who would be the dreamers? The artists who walk around with paint in their hair or on their hands because other aspects of life are more important?” he volleyed back at her. “We can’t all be Dana Scullys.” He glanced at her and saw she was trying not to smile.

“You all can try,” she said in a sassy tone, giving in and giving him a beautiful smile. His heart pounded, and his mouth went dry, causing him to clear his throat. She turned and looked out the window again, and it was quiet in the car.

Just before the exit for the church, he left the highway, looking for a place to buy some new clothes. A store came into view, and he pulled into the parking lot. Scully looked at him, and he shrugged. They both got out of the car and walked inside.

Scully looked at him, the store not quite the type of clothing they usually purchased. She walked away from him towards the women’s section, and he headed to the men’s.

Not wanting to spend too much time in the store, he quickly found his size and grabbed a shirt- a long sleeved button down grayish patterned shirt. It was not something he usually would be drawn to, being rather an ugly color and print, but it would work.

Pants were next- a pair of dark slacks, and also a belt. He caught Scully’s eye and jerked his head toward the dressing room. She nodded and walked toward him, as he stepped behind the curtain to try on the clothes. He could hear her breathing on the other side, and he flushed at the thought that a mere piece of fabric separated them as he undressed.

“Mulder?” she asked, her tone reminding him they were on a timetable.

“Yeah, I know. These are good, I’ll get them,” he said, slipping on his shoes and tying them. “I’ll wear them out from here.”

“Hand me the tags and I’ll pay for them,” she said, reaching her hand inside the curtain. He smiled, pulling them from the clothes and placing them in her hand. Her hand left, and he picked up his other clothes.

He tucked in his shirt, fastened his belt, and opened the curtain. Seeing Scully at the register, he walked over to her. She looked him up and down and scrunched her chin again before turning back to the store clerk.

“I grabbed you a jacket too,” she said, handing over her credit card. “It is cold out, despite how hot it was at the airport. They didn’t have your size exactly, and there are no ties, but at least you will look better than how you did earlier.” She glanced at him, and he nodded his thanks.

His own clothes were put in a large store bag, along with what she had purchased for herself, though he did not see what she bought. Putting the new grey coat over his arm, he put his hand on the small of her back and led her out of the store.

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The Heartbreak Motel, 12:30 a.m. Wednesday morning

Pulling up to the motel, as it bordered on one in the morning, he sighed, his body completely exhausted. He glanced at Scully, seeing her worrying her lips as she sat beside him. When he turned off the car, it broke her from her thoughts, causing her to look at him and unbuckle her seat belt.

“I’ll go get our rooms,” he said, putting his hand on hers, stopping her from getting out just yet. She nodded and sighed, leaning her head back against the headrest.

He got out and spoke to the motel clerk, getting them adjoining rooms. Two keys with glittery guitar key chains were handed to him. The man shrugged and Mulder nodded, holding them as he walked out the door.

He drove closer to their rooms, and they both got out. Handing her her key, he grabbed her carry-on and the store bag out of the trunk, following her into her room. He set the bag down, and she began to go through it. She took out a pack of underwear, a couple of pairs of dress socks, and a pack of undershirts. The barest of essentials, and something he had completely overlooked.

She handed them over to him with a raised eyebrow. He grinned at her and took them, his thoughts and feelings mixed. He was happy at her thoughtfulness and also felt that familiar feeling of desire for her. She had picked out underwear for him.

God, he loved her.

He nodded at her and made to leave the room. “You’re welcome,” she said sarcastically. He turned around and smiled at her.

“Thank you kindly, Miss Scully,” he said in an overly put upon Southern accent. She rolled her eyes and walked forward to close the door when he left.

He went into his own room and set all his things on his bed. His jacket was taken off and thrown on the chair, his clothes and shoes following, as he went into the bathroom and started the shower.

He showered and came into the room in a towel. Ripping open the packages, he took out a shirt and a pair of underwear. Dressed, he picked up and then hung his clothes, obviously needing to wear them again tomorrow, unless the bags miraculously showed up in the middle of the night.

A knock sounded at the adjoining door, and he unlocked it, finding Scully, her hair still damp from her own shower. He tried not to stare, but she was so cute standing there in a pair of un-Scully like pajamas. Cotton, long sleeved, and lilac. They were tighter and clingier than usual. Try as he might, he could not avoid noticing her hard nipples.

“Here,” she said, thankfully interrupting his thoughts and redirecting his eyes. She handed him a new packaged toothbrush and he raised his eyebrows at her. “From my carry-on. After they lost our luggage that time in Boise, I’ve made sure to at least have the essentials: my makeup bag and toiletries.”

“Good thinking. Maybe I should start doing that too,” he said, opening the toothbrush.

“Maybe?” she said with a look.

“Yeah, maybe,” he said with a grin. He stuck the toothbrush in his mouth and she winced. “What? Gotta do what I can without toothpaste.”

“You think I would pack toothbrushes and not pack toothpaste? What’s the point of that, Mulder?” she asked, shaking her head.

“Oh. Well, can you hand it to me?” he asked, holding out his hand.

“I am not giving you the toothpaste. I will let you use it, but it stays with me,” she stated, both eyebrows raised high.

“What?”

“Yeah, Mr. Squeezes-It-From-The-Middle, the toothpaste stays with me,” she said cheekily. “I’m not having a repeat fiasco of The Falls.” He stared at her, but took the toothbrush from his mouth and presented it to her.

She uncapped the toothpaste, squeezed it tightly from the bottom, and loaded up his toothbrush. Replacing the cap, she smirked at him, making a show of the flatness of the tube of toothpaste. He nodded, looking at his toothbrush.

“You know, sometimes squeezing things in the middle is the best option. Lightly or with more force, depending on the situation,” he said, watching her eyes as he spoke. They moved across his face and landed on his lips. He had to fight the urge to run his tongue across them, wanting to see how that would affect her.

“Well, there’s also something to be said about following the rules,” she said, crossing her arms and looking in his eyes. “Even if you really do want to break them.” He held his breath, not daring to imagine she actually meant what she did. Christ, he was suddenly very hot. Were they still talking about toothpaste?

“Good night, Mulder,” she said, starting to close her door. “Come see me in the morning when you need more … toothpaste.” She looked at him once more, before closing the door all the way.

Oh, sweet Jesus. How did she do that? How did a conversation about toothpaste arouse him so much? He stood at the door, wanting it to open, to hear her say she needed more, and not be talking about toothpaste. Shaking his head, he forced himself to step back from the door and go into the bathroom and brush his teeth.

He laid down in bed a few minutes later with his mind buzzing and the taste of mint in his mouth. He turned over and punched his pillow trying not to think of how lilac had looked beautiful on her and how deliciously minty she would taste if he went into her room and kissed her.

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The Heartbreak Motel 12:45 a.m. Thursday morning

God, he thought as he came back to the motel room, what a day. He took off the clothes he had been wearing for the second time, never wanting to see them again. He knew they smelled, even without getting his nose close to them. He had no idea what he was going to do about an outfit tomorrow.

Scully’s bag had made it to the motel, and been dropped off at the office. She sighed with relief at the sight of it, and then apologized to him that his was still missing. Disappearing into her room, he ducked into his own, wishing this case were over. If he never saw another snake again, he would be happy.

He showered and changed into another undershirt and underwear Scully had the foresight to purchase for him. He paced the room as he thought of what to do about his clothes tomorrow, when he heard Scully knock on the adjoining door. He grinned and went to grab his toothbrush before he opened it.

Again she stood in the doorway with wet hair, but this time in her own black satin pajamas. They were nice, but not tight, lilac nice. She held out the toothpaste and he brandished his toothbrush at her, causing her to roll her eyes, her lips curling into a small smile.

“I’m gonna need to get something for tomorrow. No way I can wear those clothes again. I’d like to have a burial service for them if I could. Could we arrange that?” She laughed and looked at him as she put on the toothpaste. He winked at her and stuck his toothbrush in his mouth.

“You were rather ripe today. I’m sorry your bag isn’t here. It’s quite nice to put on my own clean clothes,” she said, capping the toothpaste.

“Braggart,” he said around his toothbrush. He walked away and spit in the bathroom sink. He finished up, rinsed out his mouth, and set his toothbrush down.

She was leaning against the door jamb, her arms crossed, eyes roaming up his body. He caught her when she got to his eyes and she moved, uncrossing her arms and clearing her throat. Her cheeks were flushed and he could not stop the smile that creeped across his face.

“Well, goodnight. We’ll figure out something for your clothes tomorrow. Maybe hit that store again. See you in the morning,” she said all in a rush, closing her door with a loud click.

He smiled, knowing he caught her looking and knowing she knew he did. Things were changing between them. It was going slowly, but he liked it that way. Something was still there, something holding them both back, but they were moving closer. He smiled again, and then his eyes landed on his clothes. Shaking his head, he resolved to be up early, determined to not be around her again until he smelled better than “ripe.”

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The Heartbreak Motel 7:30 a.m. Friday

The alarm went off the next morning, and he slid on his pants with a cringe. He kept just his undershirt on, put on his shoes, and drove to the same store. They were just opening when he walked inside. Not wanting to take too much time, he grabbed a white button down and a pair of khaki pants. He balked at them, but it was what was available to purchase.

Just before he walked to the register, he spotted a leather jacket. He stopped and looked at it. It was a rather nice jacket and there was no reason he should not buy it, even if he had one similar to it already. No chance could he wear that gray coat Scully had picked, with the new khaki colored pants.

He found his size and added it to the other items. If Scully’s bag arrived yesterday, hopefully it meant his would arrive sometime today, and this would be enough to get by. If not, he would need to find a place and wash what he had with him.

Purchase complete, he went back out to the car, dropping his bag beside him, and driving back to the motel. Once inside, he quickly showered again and got dressed. God, it felt so good to wear new, clean clothes, and not something that was sweaty and smelly.

Scully knocked on the adjoining door and he opened it. She looked at him and nodded, a smile on her face. Catching his eye, she stared at him with a look he could not quite place. Breaking his gaze after a few seconds, she took a breath.

“I got a call. There was a problem with Gracie. We need to go.” He grabbed his jacket and followed her out the door.

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Blessings of God Hospital 10:30 a.m. Sunday

He stared at her as she sat next to him on his hospital bed, her eyes so blue and beautiful. She sighed and smiled again before squeezing his hand, getting up and heading to the door. His wounds were healing and he was starting to feel better, but he would be in the hospital for a couple more days. Bored and ready to leave, seeing her made him happy, but he wished he could be leaving with her.

“Oh,” she said, turning around and looking at him with a cheeky grin. “Your bag showed up last night. So, you’re good to go. You know … when you’re ready to wear pants again.”

“Goddamn. Finally,” he said, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. She smiled and nodded before she headed out the door.

He looked at the door and sighed. A few more days and he would be ready to leave. It could not come soon enough. Watching her leave every day was killing him. He was ready to be done with this and continue moving forward.

He just needed his goddamn pants to get the hell out of this hospital. Thank all that was holy in the world, he was never so happy to hear he had clothes waiting for him.

Lost luggage could eat a huge pile of shit.

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Hope you enjoyed this little story. Seeing a prompt always gets my mind spinning with how I could write out that scenario. This one was fun. 😊

#The X Files #XF Fanfic #Signs and Wonders #Missing Luggage #Coping and making the best of a bad situation #Sharing the bare essentials #Flirting

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euphoria-svt · 5 years

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Lost in Japan

why did I write this? I have absolutely no idea but it came to mind and I hope you enjoy it!!

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Word count: 1.8k -ish

This is it.

This is by far the craziest thing you’ve ever done, and at the last minute.

Work was getting more stressful as you had many submissions and it was taking a toll on you. You knew you needed a break and hell, your body deserved it after spending late nights in the office.

So, you checked when you were able to take leave after your datelines were due and tried to match it with wherever Connor was in Asia at that time. Shawn is scheduled for his concert in Tokyo on the 16th October and after confirming with Brian, they would be there on the 14th.

Next thing you knew, you were searching up air tickets from Los Angeles to Tokyo and was set to leave on the 13th morning. Brian gave you all their flight details and coincidentally, there was a flight that would arrive at the airport as the same time as them.

Connor knows how extremely busy work has been for you and he knew not to disturb you in this period so, you didn’t have to worry much about lying to him of your whereabouts.

On the 13th, you were set to leave for the airport after dropping of your puppy with Connor’s parents. You were nervous to be flying alone but if it means being in Connor’s arms again in less than 24 hours, you were definitely willing to do it.

xxx

You haven’t been on a flight in ages so traveling alone for 12 hours was probably a scary feeling. You managed to watch some good movies, caught up on your sleep that you were desperately needing and did some reading.

Stepping out of the plane, you felt fresh and energetic; probably from the excitement that you were feeling to surprise Connor. After a month of being away from each other, you just couldn’t wait to be reunited with him.

After clearing through the customs, you shot a quick text to Brian asking where they were and he responded quickly that they were heading out to the baggage claim area.

You quickly went to the carousel to pick up your bag and went to sit at the row of chairs in the corner while you waited for Connor to appear on sight.

An idea ran through your head and you smirked to yourself; thinking of how you could let Connor know that you weren’t home in Los Angeles but instead, with him in the same city.

You took out your passport, held it up in front of your phone so you could snap a picture of it with the signboard writing ‘Baggage Area’ written in English and Japanese in the background.

You typed out a caption for the picture ‘all it takes is one flight and we’d be in the same time zone @connorbrashier ❤️’, pinned the location of the airport at the bottom of the picture then uploaded it to your story.

On the other end of the baggage area, Connor stood in front of the carousel while waiting to claim his bags. He was scrolling through Twitter when the Instagram notification popped up on the top.

[connorbrashier] @y/n has mentioned you in their story

He didn’t really think much when he tapped on the notification while waiting for the story to load. You probably tagged him to a photo of your 6-month old puppy, like you always did from time to time.

But when he reads the caption and his brain processed everything, he nearly dropped his phone.

The location of the airport clearly says Narita Airport.

Narita Airport.

He was in Narita Airport.

You were in Narita Airport?

Was he actually dreaming?

Brian notices the shock look on his friend’s face and taps on his shoulder, grinning “You found out, huh?”

Connor, who was still stunned, turn his head towards his best friend “What the fuck? You knew?” He asked in disbelief.

He laughs in return, nodding “She wanted to surprise you real good, bro. Go find her and I’ll take care of your bags”

Connor wasted no time as he walked away from Brian and straight away called you up.

He didn’t even let you speak up when you answered his call as he rushed out to ask “Where are you? Are you really here?”

You giggled in respond, seeing his person from afar as he frantically searches through the small crowd of people in the area “Yeah I am, bubs. Keep walking straight to the other end and you’ll find me”

Connor kept walking forward, his heart beating faster with every step he was taking and that was when he finally found you sitting down; one of your hands pressed against your ear as you held your phone, a shit-eating grin plastered on your face when you lock gazes with your boyfriend.

He wasted no time to pick up his pace; running towards you.

“Baby!” Connor exclaimed once he was near to you, wrapping his arms around you as he lifts you up, twirling you around “Oh my God! I can’t believe you’re actually here!”

“Bubs, put me down!” You laugh, tightening your grip around his neck for support “People are staring at us!”

“I don’t care” Connor pouted but did as you instructed. He finally sets you on your feet but not letting go of his grip around your waist. He pulls you close to him, burying his head in the crook of your neck “I’ve missed you so fucking much”

“I’ve missed you too, baby” You muttered, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his head “I just flew 12 hours across the ocean because I had to see you, bubs”

“What about work?” He pushed away to look at your face and you can see the worry filling his eyes “I thought your submission isn’t due till next week? Does your boss even know you’re here?”

“She does” You nodded, smiling “I told you that just because I really wanted this surprise to work. I submitted everything a few days ago and I took the week off, bubs”

“I’m so glad you’re here” He sighs happily as he reached for your hand to intertwine your fingers together “Seriously. My day is so much better now that you’re here”

“I don’t mean to interrupt this lovely reunion…” A new voice spoke up and over Connor’s shoulder, you saw Brian standing there with crossed arms. You’ve seen his new haircuts in the many photos that Connor sent to you but you were still amazed by how it looks up-close “But there’s way too many fans here and we’ve got to leave quickly”

xxx

“Shut up” You stared at Connor dumbfoundedly “Are you serious?”

He looks up from his phone screen, smirking as if it wasn’t a big deal “I will not shut up, babe. I’m being serious”

After a few hours of exploring around Tokyo, Connor thought it was finally time to call it a day since he knew how exhausted you were from the flight (even though you tried to hide it because you loved spending time with the rest of the team). So, when you were in the shower, Connor took his laptop out and spontaneously booked 2 tickets to go to Disneyland tomorrow.

“Oh my God!” You shrieked “We are not going to Disneyland! You’re kidding, right?”

Connor rolled his eyes “Okay, so am I supposed to burn these tickets then? Or maybe I’ll ask Brian to go with me since you’re not up for it?”

“No! I wanna go!” You exclaim, jumping on the bed to join him as you wrapped your arms around him; pressing kisses on his cheeks “This is so sweet, babe! I love you”

“You wanna talk about sweet? You flew to Tokyo for me, honey” He laughs “You’re amazing, you know that? And you’ve always talked about how you wanted to go to Disneyland and you’ve been working so hard lately so I wanted to do something nice for you, love”

“Yeah but I didn’t mean Disneyland in Tokyo!” You blushed “We don’t even know how to get there neither do we speak Japanese, bubs”

“Well, think of it as a fun experience!” Connor grinned “I don’t mind getting lost as long as I’m with you, honey”

xxx

“Connor, no!” You whined as he ignored you, walking up to the counter as he held the plushie in his arm “I don’t need it!”

“Honey, you’ve been staring at this ever since we entered the store” Connor laughs “Just let me buy this for you? Please?”

“Yeah but it’s expensive and you’ve already bought the tickets” You frowned and although you didn’t know the exact amount, stuff sold in Disneyland were never cheap “You really don’t have to buy it for me, Con”

“I don’t have to but I want to” He shrugged “Come on, it’s just one small plushie babeee”

You saw the look he was giving and finally gave in, sighing in defeat “Fine, but this is the only thing you’re buying for me. Deal?”

“Deal”

After paying for it, you continued walking through the walkway and from afar, you could already see the giant castle that you’ve seen everywhere on the internet.

“Oh my God, it’s so beautiful” You said astonishingly when you stood nearer to the castle “I can’t get over how pretty it looks”

You were too engrossed in the structure of the building that you hadn’t realize Connor looking at you instead, smiling to himself as he agreed “Yeah, she really is”

The entire time you were walking around and going on rides, Connor had his little camera out; filming little moments here and there that he wanted to put together later tonight. He could see the excitement and happiness radiating on your face of being here for the first time and he’s glad he’s the reason for it.

As you watched the fireworks later that night displayed at the castle and wrapped up in Connor’s arms, you leaned back in his touch and pressed a soft kiss to his chin “Hey, thank you for today. I really had a good time”

Connor smiles down at you, nodding “That’s alright, sweets. I’m glad you enjoyed it”

“It was amazing” You said, sighing happily “You’re amazing. I love you and I cannot wait till this tour is over and you’ll be home”

“Me too, honey” He muttered softly, pressing a quick kiss to your head “I love you”

Hours later when you were already fast asleep, Connor finally put together the little clips that he took from today and turned it into a mini vlog. Never would he expected to have you here with him and he knows the goodbyes are going to be hard when you have to go home, but he didn’t care. He got to spend his free day with his girl and that is what he’s grateful for.

@connorbrashier: took my girl to Disneyland for the first time 💕

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not-so-average-fangirl · 5 years

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They Can Wait: Chapter 1 ~ Surprise

Summary: A year in Botswana, Africa went by faster than Amy thought it would. With two weeks left before she starts her first semester at Columbia University, Amy makes a detour to New Haven to visit her very best friend, Molly. What Amy initially thinks will be a fun and relaxing two weeks of bonding, turns into so much more when Molly surprises her with more than one gift.

Chapter: 1 of 2

Rated: M

Links: ao3 & Chapter 2

You can read it here, down below, or read it at ao3.org (I couldn’t upload it to ff.net yet since “Booksmart” doesn’t have a category yet)

A/N: If you haven't seen Booksmart, then you need to GO SEE THAT SHIT! Like, NOW! I also wouldn't recommend reading this fic if you haven't since it contains spoilers. If you HAVE seen Booksmart, however, then I hope you enjoy this little ficlet! It's rated M for a reason... ;)

A whole year.

A whole year of making tampons, gaining freckles and friends, and making incredible memories that Amy would never forget had gone by faster than she initially thought it would.

It felt good knowing she had been making a difference and that her decision to take a gap year did not go to waste. But despite the noble cause, Amy really missed home, and most of all, she really missed Molly.

Her weird satellite phone was enough to keep them in contact most days, and if Amy was really lucky, there would be a good enough signal to maintain a Skype chat on her laptop for at least twenty minutes.

But it wasn’t enough. Occasional phone calls and rare Skype chats were nothing like spending actual time with Molly. Nothing could compare to that.

Amy was due to attend Columbia in the following two weeks, but before she started her new life in New York, Amy wanted to make sure she made a detour to Connecticut first.

When her plane pulled up to it’s terminal and Amy was finally freed from the aluminum tube, it took every bit of self-control she had to not sprint down to baggage claim and run straight into Molly’s welcoming arms.

Power-walking was going to have to do, along with some occasionally shoving of strangers to get out of her way, but when Amy finally made it down the escalator and saw Molly’s friendly face smiling widely at her, Amy’s self-control flew right out the window and she ran.

“Molly!”

“Amy!”

Molly’s arms wrapped around her in a tight hug and Amy sighed.

This felt like home.

They hugged for what felt like an eternity, not wanting to let one another go considering the last time they did, Amy left for an entire year, but they knew they couldn’t hug forever, so, reluctantly, Molly and Amy both separated and took a moment to take each other in.

“Uh, excuse me?” Molly said, using her hands to gesture up and down Amy’s body. “Who said it was legal for you to look this good coming off of an airplane?”

“Um, what?” Amy said, matching her playful tone. “Who allowed you to look this perfect in an airport?”

“No, seriously,” Molly continued. “How is security not here right now? This is not okay.”

“No,” Amy said, shaking her head. “No. This is unacceptable.”

“You need to be stopped.”

“You need to be stopped!”

Their matching smiles grew before they broke out into laughter and wrapped around each other in another hug.

“God, I missed you!” Molly said, squeezing tighter.

Yeah. Amy definitely missed this.

“I missed you, too!” Amy said, separating. “How are you? How’s school? How’s… everything!”

Molly laughed. “Everything’s great! Nothing really new has happened since we last spoke on the phone, although–” Her smile turned into a confident grin. “I did find out I am the leading student in almost all of my classes.”

“Yes!” Amy said, giving Molly a firm high-five. “That’s amazing, Mols! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, but are you kidding? I’m so proud of you!” Molly said, just as enthusiastically. “You were out there making a real difference in the world for a whole year and you didn’t get eaten by a lion!”

This was true. Though there was that one night Amy took the trash out and saw a pair of glowing eyes only a few feet away from her. She quickly ran back inside without finding out what exactly had been stalker her that night, but she was perfectly content with not knowing.

“Yeah,” Amy laughed. “I’m alive!”

“Well I am very grateful you’re alive,” Molly smiled, squeezing Amy’s hands. “Now let’s get your bag so we can get the fuck out of here.” Amy laughed as Molly dragged her towards the baggage carousels. “I can’t wait to show you my apartment!”

It was a short drive to Molly’s apartment. Not enough time to catch up on everything they wanted, but Amy was looking forward to spending the rest of the evening relaxing and bonding with Molly over some movies and junk food.

Amy rolled her luggage behind her as she followed Molly’s lead. When they reached the door to what Amy assumed was Molly’s apartment, Molly stuck her key into the keyhole and stopped to turn around.

“I hope you’re ready,” she grinned.

Amy furrowed her brow. “Ready?” she asked. “For what?”

Molly didn’t answer as she turned the key and pushed open the door.

“Right this way,” Molly said, extending her arm into the apartment as Amy hesitantly made her way inside.

Why was she acting so weird?

Once Amy was inside, she was taken aback by how cool, and modern and nice the apartment was.

Amy turned back around to face Molly.

“Mols, your apartment is beautiful,” she said. “I can’t believe you–“

“SURPRISE!”

Amy jumped as a large group of people suddenly sprang up from different parts of the apartment. She clenched her chest as her heart raced and her eyes quickly dashed around amongst the unfamiliar faces.

“What the fuck?!”

“It’s a surprise party!” Molly suddenly said, appearing behind Amy and pushing her forward.

“A surprise party?” Amy said, still in a panicked state. “For what?”

“For your welcoming back, of course,” Molly explained. “Welcome back!”

“Molly…” Amy drawled, turning back to pout at her. “I wish you would have told me. I would have worn something better than just sweats and a t-shirt.”

“Oh, please,” Molly said. “You look great in anything. Besides, I’ve seen these guys–“ She gestured towards the crowd with her chin. “Looking way worse on the daily. It’s no big deal.”

Amy wasn’t completely convinced, but with that being said, what else could she possibly do? All of these people already saw her, and since they were all there, it wasn’t like she could just disappear for forty minutes to make herself look more presentable.

Amy sighed. Oh, well. Guess she was just going to have to go with the flow.

“Everyone,” Molly said, taking Amy’s silence as acceptance and spinning her back around to face the crowd. “This is my best friend, Amy. She was living in Africa for the past year making tampons and saving lives, and in two weeks she’ll be starting her first semester at Columbia!”

Amy smiled and waved awkwardly at the strangers as they smiled, nodded, and even applauded her for her accomplishments.

Being put on the spot like this was not something she was used to.

“But before I let her mingle with all of you,” Molly continued. “I’m going to take her to her room to get settled.”

Molly didn’t wait for their approval and started to push Amy towards the other side of the apartment. She stopped when they reached a short hallway, and Molly finally let go of Amy in favor of reaching for one of the doors.

“This is my room,” Molly proudly grinned, opening the door and letting Amy step inside. “Isn’t it cute?”

Amy’s gaze wandered around the new surroundings. It was almost a complete replica of her room back at her parent’s house, minus the change in sheets, wall color, and additional space, which allowed Molly to have a new and larger desk.

To most people, it was an overachiever’s nerd cave. But to Amy? It was absolutely beautiful.

“Wow,” Amy said, walking over to a large cork board Molly had hanging over her desk. “I love it, dude,” she smiled, reaching out to graze her fingers over some old photos of them.

Molly came up behind her, “Thanks,” and took a moment to admire the same photos. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

Amy smiled and turned around. “Me too.” For Amy, a year without Molly was like a year without half of herself.

Some nights in Botswana Amy would lie awake in her bed with an ache for what she had left behind. There was an ache in her heart for her best friend in the whole world, but most nights, there was also an ache further down her body for a basic hot girl named Hope.

The last thing Amy had heard from Hope was that she was in Chicago checking out the windy city. But that was a little over a month ago. God only knew where Hope was at now.

“Okay, now–” Molly said, taking Amy’s hand. “Let me show you where your room is going to be.” She started to pull Amy along with her, but Amy stopped.

“My room?” she said.

“Yeah,” Molly simply replied, tugging at Amy’s hand again. “Come on.”

Amy let Molly take the lead again, but her brow was still curved in confusion.

“Why am I getting my own room?” she asked, following Molly down to the last door in the hallway.

Molly ignored her question and opened the door. “There’s three of us sharing this apartment. We’re looking for a fourth roommate to fill this room, but until then, it serves as our guest room,” Molly smiled. “So, for the next two weeks, this is your room!” Her wide grin slowly fell when Amy continued to stare at her like a lost puppy. “What’s wrong?”

“I just–” Amy said, her shoulders sinking. “I thought I was going to stay in your room with you.”

“Aww,” Molly said, pouting her bottom lip. “You can sleep with me in my room whenever you want. But trust me…” Molly grabbed Amy’s large luggage and rolled it into the room before nudging Amy inside as well. “You’re going to want your own room while you’re here.” She winked and pushed Amy the rest of way in. “Don’t unpack everything now. Just freshen up and do a quick change if you want. Then meet me back in the living room.” With another grin and a twiddle of her fingers, Molly shut the door and left Amy dazed and confused.

Why would she want her own room for the next two weeks? All Amy wanted to do was make up for lost time and spend as much time with Molly as she could. Did Molly not want to share a room with her? How much have things changed with her in the last year?

A million questions and scenarios ran through Amy’s head, but she shook the thoughts away. She didn’t have time to ponder all the possibilities as to why Molly insisted on her having her own room. Instead, Amy channeled her focus into freshening up for the party.

Amy emerged ten minutes later with only the slightest bit of wardrobe change. She didn’t want to waste any time fishing through her bag for the perfect outfit, so she replaced her sweatpants with the first pair of jeans she could grab from the top of her folded clothes, let down her hair from it’s original bun, and added a bit of mascara and blush from her makeup bag.

Perfect. This was good enough to meet all of Molly’s new friends.

When Amy got to the living room, Molly was quick to spot her and quickly bring her into her circle of fellow peers.

It was nice getting to know new faces. Amy had gotten used to interacting with the same people everyday, it was refreshing to have new, intellectual conversations about things she knew best; School, art, politics, and books.

Yeah. These were her kind of people.

Molly had fetched Amy a drink and when she tapped her shoulder to hand it to her, Amy turned and smiled when she recognized a familiar face standing next to Molly.

“Annabelle!” she said, hooking an arm around the other girl’s shoulders to give her a quick hug. “Oh my gosh, how are you? It’s so good to see you.”

Annabelle laughed. “Good to see you too, Amy. How was Botswana?”

Amy blew out some air. “Amazing,” she said, taking the drink Molly was still holding out to her. “Let me tell you.”

An hour and two drinks into the party and Amy found herself enthralled with this new environment. Everyone was so friendly and knowledgeable. Just like Molly.

There were some students who had come and gone since Amy arrived, but she couldn’t keep track of them all. For a medium sized apartment, Molly had it almost filled to the brink with people. Her and her roommates must have been fairly popular. Otherwise, why else would so many random people willingly come to a party to welcome someone they never even met before?

Whatever the case, it was still pretty awesome and Amy couldn’t get enough of it.

She was sitting on the center couch, along with six other students, listening to a very heated debate amongst two guys who were both philosophy majors, when Molly suddenly came up behind her and leaned down to whisper into her ear.

“Can I steal you away for a second?”

Amy craned her neck to look at her. “Hm? Yeah, of course.” She placed her drink down on the coffee table and carefully stepped her way around the other students to get to the other side of the couch. “What’s up?”

Molly was grinning again, but this time she looked different. Her expression was different. It wasn’t sincere. In fact, it was almost… mischievous? Not to mention the slight tint change in her cheeks.

What was she up to?

“So, remember how I said you were going to want your own room while you stayed here?” Molly asked.

Amy’s forehead knitted together. “Yeah…?”

“Well,” Molly said, grabbing Amy’s hands. “I finally get to show you why. Follow me.”

“What?” Amy said, finding herself being pulled along by Molly yet again. “Mols, what are you talking about?”

Molly led her down to the guest room door and spun around to face Amy with a wide smile.

“I have a surprise for you,” she said.

One of Amy’s brows arched. “You… have a surprise for me? You mean besides the party?”

Molly slowly nodded, her smile never faltering. “Mhmm…” She tilted her head to the side to gesture towards the door. “It’s in there.”

Amy’s eyes looked towards the wooden frame before looking back at Molly.

“O-kay…” This wasn’t like Molly. Sure Molly was a little weird, but she was never this weird.

Amy slowly reached for the doorknob and looked at Molly one last time, who nodded at her encouragingly, before turning it and opening the door.

Words could not express the range of emotions Amy suddenly felt rushing through her the moment her eyes landed on the very surprise Molly had been talking about.

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

And yet...

“Hey, nerd.”

A/N: Ooh, I am so cruel. x) But don't worry! The next and final chapter will be up soon. Stay tuned!

(Just a heads up, Tumblr recently marked my blog as explicit, but it's not. Still waiting on them to fix that)

Go see Booksmart!!!

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heythrrdelilah · 5 years

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Salted Carmel Cappuccino

A/N: THis was written as a request for @hermionejacobs who requested: ‘ I love you page and the holiday list idea, so I wanted to ask if you could write a Sam Winchester x reader for the hometown/new coffee shop owner prompt at Christmas time. Love you x’

Thank you so much for requesting! You are super sweet! Thank you for the compliment! Love Ya! I hope you enjoy! This was my favorite of all of the prompts and it was the only one requested so I’m excited quite frankly. This note is after I finished writing: Sorry that it ended so abruptly, i ended up liking it so much that i might turn it into a full fic on wattpad or AO3. If i didn’t finish it now I would get too carried away. Sorry. Also, if I do continue this, I will change up the way they get together.

Word count: 2,564

Warnings/tags: Fluff, abrupt ending, Holiday, Hallmark level Cheesy

Pairings: Sam x Reader au

As you stepped off the plane at 9 in the morning, you could only think of two things; where to get your morning cup of coffee, and the nearest heater. Luckily, the airport was warm after you got out of the long glass tube from the plane to the gate. You pulled your carry on behind you as you tried to remember the way to the baggage claim. It had been a while since you had been home. You helped film a baking competition in LA for the last 6 years. It was your lifelong dream and everyone knew it, however, with all of the holiday episodes and year round filming, you never made it home for holidays. This year, you managed to take a two week vacation for the holidays. You hadn’t told any of your family however. You wanted it to be a surprise. Especially to your parents. You knew that the family were all going to be at your parents house this year, your grandparents coming down from Niagara on the Lake. It was the perfect time to come home.

Your metallic pink suitcase came slowly around the carousel, the airport being small there were only four carousels for luggage making it easy to find yours. You pulled it off and walked outside. The cold peircing your skin. This was one fact you had never missed about your hometown. It was freezing. The snow covered the ground like a thin white blanket, the morning sun barely making it glisten. The airport traffic was slow, making it easy to find a taxi. You watched the familiar town pass before you as you watched out of the window. Your old high school empty, except for Mr. Stylinski’s car, your old theater teacher. He was always there late and it seemed nothing had changed.

As the car pulled into your old neighborhood, you noticed that the neighbors Christmas lights were even more extravagant than you remembered. The taxi pulled next to your driveway and you stared in awe at the Gastovs sparkly lights in their trees, fake Icecicles around their house that shown lights, and even the inflatable Christmas land that includes a Santa, elves, frosty, and a snow globe you could stand in with fake snow trickling around you by air. The snow on the ground only an accent. You stepped out into the brisk air and pulled your suitcase, carry on, and purse along with you. Your parents had their usual fairy lights on the trees and plastic reindeer out front. Classics. Your moms car was in the driveway, meaning your dads truck was in the garage. Everything was exactly the same. You took a deep breath, walked to your espresso colored childhood home door, and knocked three times. You heard chattering around and a jingle of the door knob before the warm air welcomed you. Your mothers face lit up. She was taller than you, as you are a rather short individual, so when she excitedly wraps her arms around you without a word, you felt as though you were tackled. “Hey mom,” You laughed, dropping your luggage and hugging her back. You had a stream of tears rolling off of your face out of nowhere. You had not expected to be this excited to see your mom, however, all of the feelings rushed out at once.

“(Y/N/N)... what...how… why…?” Your mom asked all of the obvious questions while in shock. You laughed and pulled away from her hug, “Let’s go inside and talk about it. I’m freezing.” She nodded, rubbing both of your arms with her palms like firewood. You walked into the familiar living room instantly feeling like you were 17 again. The suede couch against the wall, tv against the windows by the front door. You placed your luggage down by the entrance to the hallway. The air felt like you stepped into a fire pit, which was nice. "Where is dad?" You asked, walking into the kitchen. It was remodeled like you had planned. Your mom FaceTime you everyday after you had sent the money for the contractors. You two spent three months of face timing every minute you had to plan this kitchen. The marble tiles, the rose gold finishing on the white cabinets.The double ovens next to the fridge.

Your mom walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a coffee tin. "He went to work. You know your father. He can't ever relax. Coffee is empty. How about we head downtown? Catch up over some coffee?" She smiled, tossing the can into the trash. "Dads truck is in the garage?" You asked walking over to the door that lead to the garage. She shrugged shaking her head, "the garage door broke yesterday so he took a cab to work. I told him to take my car but he left it in case of an emergency." She explained, grabbing her keys. She took her purse from the table and walked back into the living room, slipping on her boots. They were like men's work shoes but had fluffr on the top edges. She was wearing jeans and a heavy coat now. She looked at you as she opened the door, "we need to go shopping, it seems. Looks like you've forgotten your coat." She walked right out of the door, you following close. She left the door unlocked. For a moment you forgot about safety, but in this town, neighbors watch out for each other. It was nothing like LA.

On the car ride you explained all of the funny stories working on the baking competition show, along with crazy LA stories in general. Your mom had missed you, you just hadn't known how much. You made a mental note to come back more.

Downtown, your mom pulled into a meter-less parking spot, one thing you missed most. You got out into the brisk air and followed your mom down the brick road sidewalk. "Let's get coffee first so you can hold something warm while we shop," She opened the glass door to a shop you hadn't recognized. The warm air and espresso smells swirled around your being. Enlightening you. "Is this place… new?" You asked, looking around the brick walked, wooden table, couch filled room. Your town hadn't had any thing new in years. If it did, it was usually a new business from someone already from town. The line was short and students were spread across couches and tables, on their phones or laptops. It was definitely the hot spot in town for college ages to be out this early. The town had a k-12 school that also doubled as a community college. This meant most of the people who were born here, never leave. You were rare.

"Well, it has been here for about five yeaes, " She smiled. You look at the menu, it was quite modern. It fit the LA style you were used to. The building was fashionable to a classic coffee shop as well. Kind of like central perk on F•R•I•E•N•D•S. You scrunched your brows, "the McCall girl? She finally opened one? " You stared at the menu board in aw. The baristas was no where in sight, explaining the line not moving. Your mom shook her head, "No, Scarlet teaches art for the middle school now. You wouldn't know the owner. He moved to town just for the location to open this shop. Smart business move." You nodded. Indeed. The first new business from an outsider in centuries. Also a coffee shop which was better than the McDonalds 20 minutes out of town.

The line began moving and you were next. As you saw the man behind the counter, in a red flannel, sleeves rolled up, hair a little long but tucked neatly behind his ears. His Kaliedescope eyes and kind facial features smiling down at your mom. He was making your stomach dance just by looking at him. This had to be the new outsider. "Mrs. (Y/l/n), good morning. Your usual? Winter special?" His deep voice made your mom smile, she nodded. His eyes darted to you. He stood tall over even your mother. This meant he towered over you. Even behind the counter, leaning with both palms ontop, arms extended. "I haven't seen you before? New to town? Mrs. (Y/L/N), is the perfect your guide I can say from personal experience," He spoke happily. You smiled shaking your head but your mother chimed in, "this is actually my daughter, (y/n)." She interlocked her arm with yours, wizard of Oz style. You waved, "nice to meet you…" You left a space for him to fill in his name.

"Sam. Sam Winchester. Wow! Your mom here raves about you. Says you haven't been home in six years? You must like California?" There was no one in line behind you yet, so he was able to have this conversation. “It’s not too bad. I’ve wanted to come home, just never had the time,” Why were you explaining yourself to a handsome stranger? You had no idea. “Well, let me guess, sugar-free salted carmel cuppaccino… bone dry?” how the hell did he know that? You nod once, eyebrows raised and eyes widened. “You’re good,” You giggled, handing over your card. Your mom tried fighting you off but you hadn’t allowed that. He shook his head, ringing your order up and tearing off the reciept, “It’s on the house. Welcome back.” He then turned and began making the coffee. Your mom pulled you to an empty red couch against a wall with a coffee table in front. You both sat waiting. “He’s handsome isn’t he?” Your mom finally broke the silence. You burst into laughter as your mom waggled her brows at you. This was embarrassing. “He’s okay,” You lied through your teeth. Along with the looks, he was kind and charming. A perfect trio. A few minutes later, Sam had brought your drinks over, setting them on the table. “Mind if I sit? It’s a slow morning,” Sam asked, sitting in the chair across from the couch. You shook your head. Your mom looked at her phone, swiftly picked up her coffee and stood up. “Come to think of it, I have a nail appointment I made last week, I was going to cancel when you arrived, however, honey these nails need to be done, " She spoke, leaving the shop before you could protest. You were left, awkwardly drinking your coffee in front of this Man, when you came to be with your family. "Your mom is really nice. she showed me around the first week, " Sam spoke, eyeing you intensely. "She talked about you always, yet she never showed me a picture of you. Kind of a shame. You're gorgeous, " He spoke nonchalantly.

Your cheeks turned red, you knew this because of the heat you felt radiating off of them. You were blushing. This was highly unlike you. "Um… thanks… you're um… not bad yourself," You flirt. Wait…flirting? What has gotten into you? You are asking yourself so many questions but all of the answers were clear. He was hot. He was kind too. He leaned over the table. "Maybe I could show you around too?privately?" He asked. You shook your head, "I'm from here. Remember? Also, I am back for two weeks for my family." You laughed, sipping your coffee. He watched you intently before quickly shuffling to his feet. He walked to the back and returned moments later. He carried a heavy tan jacket. "Take my jacket until you find a heavy one for yourself. Or just return it after your trip. An LA gurl must be broke with the high living expenses and al?" He placed his jacket around your shoulders and sat beside you on the couch. Wow! What a gentlemen? "I am not broke. I help direct and edit a baking competition show," You flick a grow at him, sipping your coffee. He leaned back nodding his head, seemingly impressed. “So you must know a thing or two about baking?” He questioned. You shrug. You had learned a lot more while on the job, however baking was a hobby of yours. “Well, yes. However, I am better at directing and editing. Need a commercial?” You were joking, obviously, however he did not see it that way. He nods, placing his elbows on his knees, intently looking at you, “Lets do it.”

As simple as that phrase may have been, you spent the next week setting up a commercial for him. You began spending more time with Sam, than your own family, which you didn’t mind. You two had connected in ways you never imagined you would with anyone.

On film day, you arrived dressed warmly, wearing Sam’s jacket as you had this whole trip. If you hadn’t needed to buy a jacket you wouldn’t. You were smart with your money. The local film students at the community college have been working with you all week on this project. This was a perfect opportunity to build their portfolio and they worked for free, which Sam liked.

“Scene!” You shout after the final shot was edited. You were pretty fast with editing, especially on commercials because they were short in length. The college students had left to finish their versions to put in their portfolios as their own, while you did the official editing. Sam walked swiftly over to you, your coffee in his hand. He sat back on the couch as you hit play. “This… this is amazing! You’re so talented!” Just then, his soft lips crashed into yours. It felt sudden. You only knew him for a week. Yes, your souls connected, maybe that is why you hadn’t pulled away. His lips were soft, warm, and had a slight hint of coffee. When he pulled away your heart sank suddenly. Had you wanted it to continue? “Sorry…” He stuttered. He looked worried, “I respect you. I promise. I just… i think you’re amazing.” Your cheeks turn bright pink as you looked at him. You press your fingers gently on your lips and giggle softly, “Since when do you drink Salted Carmel Cuppuccino’s?” He chuckled, relaxing once more. “It’s fine. I think you’re pretty amazing too,” You state, placing your hand on his knee. He lets out a deep breath, before leaning closer to you. His voice was shaky but rasp, “Stay? Your mom misses you. You could always run a show here? The city is only an hour away you could find a job there?” This was too fast for you. This wasn’t some lifetime christmas movie. “Listen… I just met you a week ago. Thats too big of a decision,” You state, feeling your heart pounding through your chest. “I get that… you feel it too though. This...this connection between us. How else am I supposed to see you? I want... this. I want you,” he has his hand on your cheek now. His palms were always warm from the coffee cups. “Facetime. Planes. For right now… that’s all this can be. A long-distance… getting to know you,” You state before getting up from your seat. You no longer could sit here and leave him hanging like this.

You kept your word, however. When you returned to LA after your eventful trip home, you kept in touch. Talking everyday.

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Boston Boy - Chapter 12

A/N Ready? Here comes a curveball!

Kate made her way down to baggage claim at the Orlando airport and looked around nervously. The last month and a half of her life had been a whirlwind. She’d quit her job, moved to an apartment in New York City with her friend April, and started working for Chris’ photographer friend Danielle. Since then, her days had been filled with learning the ropes of the photography business and assisting Danielle. Her nights had been filled with learning how to live in a big city, phone calls to her family, and video chats with her boyfriend.

The trip to Disneyworld with Chris and his family was the first time she was getting to see Chris in person since he’d left Richmond in November. She’d never gotten a weekend free to go down to Georgia for a visit. She had seen Scott, though. He spent a lot of time in NYC and had helped her move in. He’d also shown her around the city and helped her learn how to avoid the paparazzi. It wasn’t long after Chris had left Richmond that her name and life story had been plastered all over the internet and entertainment news. Her relationship with Chris Evans had been outed and everyone wanted to know more about her.

Speaking of Chris….

Her face broke out into a huge grin when she spotted him waiting for her instead of a driver. He was scanning the crowd of people, but hadn’t seen her yet. She realized she was wearing the Disneyworld baseball cap April had given her for the trip. Kate pulled it off and slipped her wrist through the hole in the back. Chris finally spotted her as she was getting off the escalator. He rushed forward, almost knocking over someone’s luggage and another person, and pulled her to him in a bear hug.

“I’ve missed you!” He cried, pulling her off her feet.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him, knocking his hat off his head in the process. “I’ve missed you!”

They laughed as he set her down and she returned his hat to his head. He kept his arm around her waist as he gave her a quick kiss and took her carryon bag from her. They rolled it towards the baggage carousel that was already starting to send luggage around from her flight. “How was the flight?”

“I have no idea.” She put her hat back on and pulled her ponytail through the back. “I slept through it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I’ve been non-stop with Danielle the last week getting ready for the next couple of weeks off and I’ve been so tired lately. I’m like the cat-nap queen now.”

“She’s still treating you good, right?”

“Of course! She’s so sweet and I’m insanely grateful she gave me these two weeks off even though I’ve only worked with her for a month.”

“That was awesome of her.”

“Oh, that’s mine!” She moved to get the baggage, but Chris handed her the carryon handle and went after the larger piece of luggage. “And that.” She pointed sheepishly at the second, medium sized luggage.

“Three bags?” Chris asked, his eyebrow cocking up in amusement.

“I have no idea what the plans are. You haven’t told me. So I packed a lot of shit to be prepared for anything.”

“Oh!” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pink MagicBand. “This is yours.”

Her eyes lit up and she did a little jump, making him laugh. “This is real!” She said as she put on the MagicBand. “I’m really going to Disneyworld!”

“You really are.” He grabbed the handles on both pieces of luggage and started to walk them towards the exit.

Kate looked up at Chris. “You’re not allowed to make fun of me if I start bawling at any point for weird reasons, ok?”

Chris laughed. “I’m not promising anything.”

“Gee, thanks.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Where did you get the hat?”

“April. She bought it when she was here last and gave it to me to wear.” A blast of warm air hit them when the doors opened and they both grinned. They piled her luggage in the private car’s trunk and climbed into the backseat. “So, where are we staying?”

“We’re at the Contemporary Resort. You and I have our own room.”

“Fancy. Where is everyone?”

“We got here a couple of hours ago. I sent them on ahead, but they’re really excited to see you.”

“I’m excited to see them, too. Carly, Shanna, and I have been texting almost non-stop. Have you just been hanging at the airport waiting for me?”

“I was too excited to just sit at the hotel waiting.”

Kate laughed and leaned across the seat to kiss him. She glanced over to make sure the partition was up before climbing on top of him and deepening the kiss. He laughed against her mouth as he pulled her closer. His hands roamed up her shirt, feeling as much skin as he could.

“I really missed you.” She said, lips still pressed against his.

“I missed you, too.” His hips bucked up and she could feel him straining against his jeans. “As much as I want you right now, I don’t want our first time together again to be in the back of a car.”

Kate pulled back with a dramatic gasp and gingerly placed her hand over her heart in shock. “Why, Christopher Robert Evans! You want to defile me in the sacred House of Mouse?”

Chris laughed. “Gotta make your first time here as memorable as possible.”

She pretended to think about the answer, playfully grinding herself down on him. “If I have to wait for the really good stuff with you, then can we at least make out like teenagers on the way there?”

He pulled her lips back to his as his answer. The drive was a good thirty minutes, but when Chris started seeing signs for Disneyworld when they came up for air, he gently pushed Kate back. “We’re almost there.”

“I almost don’t care.” She kissed him again, but moved back to her side of the backseat. Her eyes widened and her face lit up as she saw the big golf ball at Epcot. “Oh my god! Chris!” She turned her wide blue eyes on his and he beamed at her. “That’s Epcot!”

“We’ll be heading there the day after tomorrow.” As they kept driving, he pointed out the Seven Seas Lagoon and the spires of Space Mountain. “And when we get up to the room, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“I can’t believe I’m actually here.” She had tears shining in her eyes and he couldn’t help but lean over and kiss her. She took his face in her hands and stroked her thumbs over his cheeks. “Thank you, Chris. This means so much to me.”

“You are more than welcome, Kat.” He kissed her again. “We’re all checked in according to mom, so we can just head up to our room. We’ll meet them in a little bit for dinner at the California Grill. It has a panoramic view of everything.”

“Ok.”

A concierge came and took her bags up to their room for them. They did a quick tour of the grounds before heading upstairs. Chris moved in front of her and opened the door with his MagicBand. “Ok, no peaking.” He covered her eyes and guided her into the room. She moved tentatively as he walked them out onto the balcony. The sun was beginning to set and it was a perfect view of the Magic Kingdom. “Ready?” She nodded and he dropped his hands.

Kate let out a gasp at the view of Cinderella’s Castle and she gripped his hand tightly as she started to cry. “Oh my god, Chris! This is amazing.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her back against him, and rested his chin on the top of her head. “I thought the view would make you happy.”

“This whole trip makes me happy! I’ve seen it in pictures, but it’s actually here in front of me. I’m actually here!” She turned in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck. “I’m here because of you and you’re incredible family. Thank you so much, Chris!”

He leaned down and kissed her, lifting her off her feet. “Now I’m going to defile you in the sacred House of Mouse.” She laughed as he carried her back inside and dropped them both to the bed.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Chris knocked on the door of the bathroom and was greeted by another retch. Kate had disappeared in the bathroom not long after they’d woken up. “Babe?” He called. She groaned in response and he opened the door.

“Oh, Chris…. I’m so sorry.” Her head was laying on the toilet seat.

He walked over and squatted down in front of her, smoothing her hair back. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I think I ate something that really didn’t agree with me.”

“That’s nothing to apologize for.”

“It’s our first day at Disney and so far I’m spending it throwing up. You should go on without me.”

Chris sat down next to her. “I’m not going anywhere, Kat.”

“I think I’ll feel better once I get the food out of my system.”

“What did you eat?”

“Um…. For lunch I had some airport food.”

“We got the same thing last night, so I don’t think it was dinner.”

“It was probably the airport food.” Another bout of nausea overcame her and she turned her face back to the bowl. Chris acted quickly and grabbed her hair, holding it back from her face.

An hour later, they were laying on the bed together. Chris stroked her hair and the arm that was slung over his torso. She was snoring softly as she napped on his chest. He’d called his family and told them to go on without him and Kat. Kissing the top of her head, he laid his own back and closed his eyes.

Kat stirred and he looked down at her. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Kat said, checking to make sure she hadn’t drooled on him.

“How are you feeling?” He helped her sit up and brushed her hair back from her face, searching for any sign of illness. “Uh, I’m ok.” She stretched and wiggled a bit. “I don’t feel like I’m going to throw up my insides anymore.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to brush my teeth again, though, and then we can go to the park.”

“Are you sure you feel up to it?”

“I think so.”

“We can take it easy. There’s lots of walking and plenty of places to sit down if you need to.” He followed her to the bathroom. “I don’t want you to get sick again.”

“I really think I’m ok.” She looked in the mirror and cringed at her hair. “Yikes. That’s not ok, though.”

Chris chuckled and picked up her hairbrush. “You brush your teeth. I’ve got your hair.”

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Kate wiped at her eyes for the thousandth time that day. She and Chris were walking out of Princess Fairytale Hall where she had just met Princess Aurora and Cinderella. When Aurora had hugged her, Kate had actually started to sob and then immediately started apologizing for it. The pictures she took were absolutely priceless.

Chris kissed her again as they made it out into the sunshine and grinned at her. “And I thought I was a weepy one.”

“I swear, I’m not usually like this. I don’t know why I’m so overly emotional!” Kate laughed. “I’m almost terrified to meet Belle at Epcot tomorrow.”

He laughed as he tucked her under his arm. “Come on, let’s go meet mom by the teacups.”

They spotted Lisa watching her daughters and grandkids spin themselves silly on the teacups. Scott stood with her taking pictures. She saw Chris and Kate walk up and smiled. “Did you two have fun?”

“She cried again!” Chris laughed.

“Don’t pick on her.” Lisa wrapped Kate in a protective hug. “It’s her first trip here. She’s just excited.”

“I think it’s insanely adorable.” He kissed the side of her head.

“How are you feeling?” Scott asked.

“I’m ok.” Kate said. “Got a little dizzy on the Little Mermaid ride, weirdly, but my stomach isn’t flipping around anymore.”

Lisa reached up and placed her hand on Kate’s forehead, checking her temperature. “You’re a little warm.”

“I think it was just a bad reaction to the airport food. I’ve been living off hot tea, salads, and sushi for the last few weeks.”

“No wonder you’ve lost weight.” Carly said, walking up. “We’ll make sure to feed you really good on this trip.”

Kate laughed. “Thank you! I’m looking forward to eating some big meals.”

“Ok, our FastPass for the Mine Train is in five minutes.” Scott announced. “Let’s go!”

Chris took Kate’s hand and they followed the group over to the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train. They got in line and Carly started French braiding Shanna’s hair. When she was done, she held her hands out towards Kate. “Want me to get your hair out of your face?”

“Oh! Uh, sure.” Kate smiled slightly as Carly turned her around and started braiding her hair. They walked and braided as the line moved. By the time Carly finished maneuvering Kate’s long hair into two matching braids on either side of her head, they were at the front and being directed into which lane to go to. “Thank you, Carly.”

“Don’t mention it.” Carly said, quickly braiding her hair back as she moved into line with Miles.

Chris wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. “My family is more in love with you than they are with me.”

Kate laughed as they moved past the gate and boarded the train. “I doubt that.”

“Trust me. They adore you.” They pulled their lap bars down. “I don’t think Carly has ever offered to braid the hair of any of the other girlfriends I’ve brought home. All two of them.”

“Oh. Well, I kind of adore them, too.”

He reached over and laced his fingers with hers. “Good.”

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Their fifth day at Disneyworld, Kate was once again throwing up in the morning. She’d been nauseous on and off throughout the week, but she just chalked it up to rich foods, thrill rides, and the over-emotional state she was constantly in being at Disneyworld with the Evans. Chris held her hair back and grabbed a washcloth. He helped her back to bed and sat down beside her. “Kat, I think there might be something wrong with you.”

“It’s just all the food and the excitement. My system isn’t used to it.” Kate groaned and hid her face to keep the world from spinning.

“Babe, I really think we should get you to a doctor.”

There was a knock on the door and Lisa’s voice floated into the room. “Is everything all right in there?”

Chris opened the door. “Hey ma.”

“Oh no! Sick again?” Lisa said, walking over to the bed. She felt Kate’s forehead and moved her hair away from her face. “Ok, we’re going to the doctor.” “No.” Kate moaned. “I don’t want to ruin our last full day here.”

“I wouldn’t have any fun knowing you’re lying here and miserable.” Lisa gestured at Chris to help and Chris leaned down and swept Kate into his arms.

An hour later, Kate was sitting on the table and Chris stood next to her, holding her hand. “I feel fine now.” Kate insisted.

“The nurse said the doctor wouldn’t be long.” Chris said. “Let’s just talk to them. Tell them your symptoms and find out what’s wrong.”

“We should be at Animal Kingdom again. I want another Dole Whip with rum.”

“We will get you another Dole Whip with rum today. After we leave here.”

“I’m telling you, it’s a combination of the weather and the Disney excitement and all the rich foods. My diet hasn’t been great or consistent since I moved to New York. I’m still trying to figure out my schedule. Plus, I’m so busy so I’m super tired.”

“Kat, let’s just see what the doctor says, ok?” His tone left no room for argument.

She sighed. “Fine.” After a long, silent minute, Kate looked up at Chris. “Who knew uprooting my life was the key to losing fifteen pounds in a month?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not healthy.”

“I’m pretty sure I had it to lose. I was a size fourteen before. I’m a size ten now. Or twelve depending on the store.”

“I’ve said it a million times: you are perfect, Kat.” He lifted their entwined fingers to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

The doctor came in a minute later. She got right down to business, asking questions about what Kate’s symptoms were and making notes about them before asking more questions about possible other symptoms Kate may not have noticed. She looked over the chart that the nurse had filled out with Kate’s blood pressure, height, weight, and temperature. “Kate, have you considered that you may be pregnant?”

Kate let out a loud bark of a laugh. “Oh god no! I have an IUD.”

The doctor shook her head, not finding the humor. “We need to do a pregnancy test. I’ll get one ordered. If it’s positive, we need to do some blood work and talk about what happens with a pregnancy when an IUD is involved. I’ll be back.” She stood up and walked out of the room.

Kate looked up at Chris and laughed. “I think she might be crazy. We should get out of here.” Chris wasn’t laughing. He looked like he might faint. “Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Look at me.” He turned his head slowly. “This isn’t happening, ok? I’m not pregnant. We’ve only known each other for barely two months. I haven’t seen you for most of that time. I have an IUD. I’m pretty sure they’re like being temporarily sterilized. That’s one of the reasons I chose this form of birth control. I’m not pregnant, ok?” She laughed hysterically and shook her head. “There’s no way.”

Chris sat down heavily in one of the chairs. Neither of them spoke even after the nurse came in with a cup and directed Kate to a bathroom. They sat in silence until the doctor came back and announced that the test was positive. She started talking about statistics of a pregnancy with an IUD and what would need to be done to insure the baby’s safety as well as Kate’s safety. The two of them just stared wide eyed at the doctor, nodding occasionally.

Lisa was sitting patiently in the waiting room texting her family when the very stunned couple walked out. Kate had a bandage on her arm where they had drawn blood for blood work and she was gripping her discharge paperwork and some pamphlets tightly in one hand. Lisa immediately went into worried mother mode. She ushered them to the car and tried to get them to tell her exactly what was wrong. It wasn’t until they were pulling into the resort that Chris finally blurted out the news.

“Oh.” Lisa said, looking at her son’s shocked face and Kate’s completely blank face.

“This isn’t possible. I have an IUD.” Kate said. She was clinging to that fact like it would make the situation disappear.

Lisa led them to the elevators “I think you two have some talking to do.” She ushered them onto the elevator and pushed their floor’s button. “For the record, I think you two will be ok. Clearly this baby was meant to be if it had to go through such an obstacle to get here.” She backed out of the elevator before the doors closed and left Kate and Chris to go up to their room on their own.

They made their way back in a haze. Chris seemed to forget that he didn’t have a key to the door for a long moment. He searched his pockets and wallet, coming up keyless. Finally, he held his Magic Band to the lock and it opened for them. He held the door for her and she shuffled inside. Her knees gave out and she plopped down onto the bed. He followed suit and the two of them sat there, staring at the floor for a long few minutes.

“Chris….” Kate said at the same time Chris said, “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Kate asked. “I should’ve been more careful.”

“I have an IUD.”

“Kat, you’ve gotta give that one up. Clearly it fucking failed!”

Kate blinked and looked away, bursting into tears. “I’m so sorry, Chris! I’m sorry!” He reached out and wrapped her in his arms, instantly regretting his harsh tone as she shook with wracking sobs. “What are we going to do? We’ve only known each other for two months. You have your career. I just started my new job in New York. I just moved! I don’t want to ruin either of our lives! Oh god!”

“Babe, calm down. Breathe.”

“How are you not overwhelmed!?” Chris’ eyes widened when her voice turned into a yell. “I don’t know what to do.” She began sobbing again.

“We will figure this out.”

“I’m not even close to ready to become a mom.” She wailed from behind her hands.

Chris swallowed the sudden lump that was in his throat. This was her body. He couldn’t ask her to pop out a child she didn’t want. If she wanted to…. End…. The pregnancy, that was entirely her choice. “Kat, if you don’t want to keep the baby, I won’t….” He took a deep, shaky breath. “I won’t stop you.”

Her head shot up and she looked over at him like he’d lost his mind. “Do you mean have an abortion?”

He looked away, desperately trying to hold back the tears. “If that’s what you want to do.”

Kate blinked for a moment. She reached over and turned his face to her. When she spoke, her voice was clear and strong despite the tears falling down her cheeks. “No. Absolutely no. That’s not what I want to do.” She took his hands. “I don’t believe in abortion unless it’s an extreme circumstance. Which…. This is not one of those. We were both willing participants and this is the outcome of our actions. I just…. I don’t know how to process the fact that my life just changed in a massive way for the third time in two months.”

Chris took a deep breath. “Both our lives are going to change. Drastically.”

“What are we going to do, Chris?”

He stood up and grabbed his tablet. Flipping to his calendar, he pointed out his schedule. “I can talk to Meagan and have her move some things around and drop me out of some of them. I’ve got to start the press tour for the next Cap movie in a few months….”

“What does that mean?”

“It means….” He took another deep breath and looked over at her. “We’ve got some time. You and I can maybe find a place together in New York and start figuring out our life as Chris and Kate plus one. We figure out how to be parents…. Together.”

“Ok.”

“I won’t lie to you. It’s not going to be easy, Kat. I’m going to be away filming and promoting at times and your career is just starting.” He took her hands firmly in his. “I can promise that I will do everything in my power to make this work if you can make me the same promise.”

Kate studied his eyes for a long moment before nodding. “I can promise that, too.”

He gave her a small smile and leaned in to kiss her. Before his lips met hers, she yanked her hands away from him and ran for the bathroom. He was right behind her and caught her hair behind her head just as she retched into the toilet. When it was over, they sat together on the bathroom floor with their backs against the bathtub. He had an arm wrapped around her shoulders and her head was resting against his chest.

“Do you think your mom has told everyone else?” Kate asked.

“I doubt it.” Chris said. “She’s good at keeping secrets. We could tell everyone next week at Christmastown.”

“I’ve got to make an appointment with my doctor.” She sighed. “Fuck, I’ve got to find a doctor. I haven’t even thought about doing that yet.”

“Why don’t you just use your doctor in Virginia for now? The doctor here did say that you need an ultrasound done as soon as possible to make sure everything is ok.”

“That’s what I’ll have to do.” Kate sighed again. “Chris?”

“Yeah?”

She looked up at him. “I’m scared.”

He turned his head and looked at her. “I’m scared, too.”

They stared at each other for a long moment. Kate closed her eyes for a moment and Chris kissed her forehead. After another minute, she started to stand up. Chris jumped up first and helped her to her feet. They were flying to Virginia in two days, so Kate called her doctor and made an appointment for the morning after they got there. They decided to go to Animal Kingdom for the rest of the day and try to enjoy their last days at Disneyworld before they blew their lives up completely.

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Quarantine Blues and the Power of a Jigsaw Puzzle (Worldcrunch) A sudden rush of stress, trouble sleeping or eating, overwhelming feelings of helplessness, general fatigue. Does it sound familiar? With approximately half the world still forced to live in lockdown, old and new psychological disorders are a widely diffused side-effect of the COVID-19 pandemic. A recent study led by the Kaiser Family Foundation found that 45% of Americans feel the current health crisis had impacted their mental health. In France, Le Figaro reported this week that 74% of adults in a recent survey developed sleeping disorders and 34% showed signs of psychological distress. Humans are social animals, and while we can acknowledge that our modern digital tools are providing instant links in the face of our respective quarantines, we are also seeing how crucial in-person interaction and stimuli are to the human experience. Alongside the more severe threats to our emotional state is a seemingly less menacing effect: boredom. There is a fine line between enjoying some spare time to do nothing and repeatedly having nothing to do, especially when we yearn for distraction from the current uncertainty of the outside world. Board games that were piling up dust in the basement are seeing the light of day again and solo players indeed are able to play across the computer screen with friends and strangers. Similarly, the lockdown has created one of the highest recorded demand for jigsaw puzzles, a pastime whose time had seemed to have passed two or three generations ago. The American Puzzle Warehouse reported a jump of 2,000% in business compared to the same period last year. When the world seems to fall apart, putting back pieces together could be the ultimate satisfaction.

Coronavirus could erode global fight against other diseases (AP) Lavina D’Souza hasn’t been able to collect her government-supplied anti-HIV medication since the abrupt lockdown of India’s 1.3 billion people last month during the coronavirus outbreak. Marooned in a small city away from her home in Mumbai, the medicine she needs to manage her disease has run out. The 43-year-old is afraid that her immune system will crash: “Any disease, the coronavirus or something else, I’ll fall sick faster.” As the world focuses on the pandemic, experts fear losing ground in the long fight against other infectious diseases like AIDS, tuberculosis and cholera that kill millions every year. Also at risk are decadeslong efforts that allowed the World Health Organization to set target dates for eradicating malaria, polio and other illnesses. With the coronavirus overwhelming hospitals, redirecting medical staff, causing supply shortages and suspending health services, “our greatest fear” is resources for other diseases being diverted and depleted, said Dr. John Nkengasong, head of the Africa Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.

IMF warns of social unrest (Foreign Policy) The International Monetary Fund has warned of social unrest developing in countries where coronavirus prevention measures are seen as insufficient or unfair to poorer workers. The IMF said that although governments have taken swift action to inject stimulus funds into their economies, even more money would be needed once the crisis subsides. The organization expects global public debt to rise by 13 percent in 2020 to almost 96 percent of global gross domestic product.

After Coronavirus, Colleges Worry: Will Students Come Back? (NYT) For years, Claire McCarville dreamed of going to college in New York or Los Angeles, and was thrilled last month to get accepted to selective schools in both places. But earlier this month, she sent a $300 deposit to Arizona State University, a 15-minute drive from her home in Phoenix. “It made more sense,” she said, “in light of the virus.” Across the country, students like Ms. McCarville are rethinking their choices in a world altered by the pandemic. And universities, concerned about the potential for shrinking enrollment and lost revenue, are making a wave of decisions in response that could profoundly alter the landscape of higher education for years to come. Lucrative spring sports seasons have been canceled, room and board payments have been refunded, and students at some schools are demanding hefty tuition discounts for what they see as a lost spring term. Other revenue sources like study abroad programs and campus bookstores have dried up, and federal research funding is threatened. Some institutions are projecting $100 million losses for the spring, and many are now bracing for an even bigger financial hit in the fall, when some are planning for the possibility of having to continue remote classes.

‘Pretty Catastrophic’ Month for Retailers (NYT) Retail sales plunged in March, offering a grim snapshot of the coronavirus outbreak’s effect on consumer spending, as businesses shuttered from coast to coast and wary shoppers restricted their spending. Total sales, which include retail purchases in stores and online as well as money spent at bars and restaurants, fell 8.7 percent from the previous month, the Commerce Department said Wednesday. The decline was by far the largest in the nearly three decades the government has tracked the data. Even that bleak figure doesn’t capture the full impact of the sudden economic freeze on the retail industry. Most states didn’t shut down nonessential businesses until late March or early April, meaning data for the current month could be worse still. “It was a pretty catastrophic drop-off in that back half of the month,” said Sucharita Kodali, a retail analyst at Forrester Research. She said April “may be one of the worst months ever.”

Now Arriving at La Guardia Airport: One Passenger (NYT) Jim Mack had made several trips to New York City before, but had never been the only passenger on a commercial jet landing at a deserted La Guardia Airport. Instead of shuffling into the madhouse that is Terminal B on a typical weeknight, Mr. Mack was greeted by an eerie silence. “It felt like it was either closed or I had landed in the wrong terminal,” he said. He had flown from Tampa, Fla.--just him and a Southwest Airlines crew--and now he was striding up the concourse toward baggage claim. The only luggage on the carousel was his. The lone Uber driver was waiting for him. The coronavirus pandemic has unraveled air travel in the United States and turned some of the world’s busiest airports into giant voids. The nation’s air-traffic system is still functioning. But airlines have slashed their schedules, and even on the dwindling number of remaining flights very few seats are filled.

As Danish schools reopen, some worried parents are keeping their children home (Washington Post) The children pressed down on a hand sanitizer dispenser and kept a safe distance from one another as they filed into Ellebjerg School in central Copenhagen on Thursday. But while they settled into their lessons, with a new limit of 10 students per room, some of their classmates remained at home, their families resistant to participating in what they see as a public policy experiment. Denmark this week became the first country in Europe to reopen schools--nursery and primary up to fifth grade--as a start to lifting a coronavirus lockdown imposed on March 12. Although the country has reported 6,879 confirmed cases of coronavirus infection and 309 deaths, new infections have been decreasing since a peak on April 1, giving the government confidence that a cautious reopening was possible. But thousands of families are opposed to sending their kids back to school so quickly. It’s unclear whether the same opposition will arise in other countries as they try to pivot from more than a month of restrictive measures aimed at slowing the pandemic’s spread. Officials are weighing the negatives of distance learning, which can exacerbate inequality, and the reality that many parents won’t be able to return to work if their children are still home--a point that Denmark’s prime minister specifically noted Wednesday in a surprise visit to a school here.

At least 668 sailors infected after coronavirus outbreak aboard French aircraft carrier, Defense Ministry says (Washington Post) Nearly a third of the crew aboard a French aircraft carrier and its support vessels have tested positive for coronavirus, the country’s Defense Ministry said Wednesday. As test results from 1,767 sailors on the Charles de Gaulle and other ships within its battle group continue to arrive, at least 668 have contracted the virus, officials said. More than 30 are now being treated in the hospital with one person in intensive care, Agence France-Presse reported. In the meantime, the rest of the crew has been quarantined at a military base in the French port city of Toulon.

Germany to ease lockdown (Foreign Policy) Germany is following the lead of its southern neighbor Austria by preparing to ease its lockdown measures. Starting May 4, Germany will begin reopening smaller shops and allowing schools to reopen, with priority given to final-year students. Hairdressers will also be allowed to open, but larger gathering points like bars, restaurants, and cinemas would still be banned. German Chancellor Angela Merkel played down talk of larger scale reopening, saying Germany had achieved merely a “fragile intermediate success” in its battle against the coronavirus.

China tries to revive economy but consumer engine sputters (AP) China, where the coronavirus pandemic started in December, is cautiously trying to get back to business, but it’s not easy when many millions of workers are wary of spending much or even going out. Factories and shops nationwide shut down starting in late January. Millions of families were told to stay home under unprecedented controls that have been copied by the United States, Europe and India. The ruling Communist Party says the outbreak, which had killed more than 3,340 people among more than 82,341 confirmed cases as of Thursday, is under control. But the damage to Chinese lives and the economy is lingering. Truck salesman Zhang Hu is living the dilemma holding back the recovery. The 27-year-old from the central city of Zhengzhou has gone back to work, but with few people looking to buy 20-ton trucks, his income has fallen by half. Like many millions of others, he is pinching pennies.

U.S. Navy complains of harassment in Persian Gulf (Foreign Policy) The U.S. Navy said Iranian Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps vessels conducted “dangerous and provocative” approaches to U.S. Navy vessels in the Persian Gulf in a statement on Wednesday. The U.S. Fifth Fleet said it was in international waters and carrying out exercises when the boats approached. Iran has yet to respond to the U.S. statement.

Australia to send aid to Fiji after cyclone tears across Pacific (Reuters) Australia is to send humanitarian aid to Fiji after a tropical cyclone caused widespread destruction across the Pacific, Minister for Foreign Affairs Marise Payne said on Thursday. Cyclone Harold, a category five storm, lashed several island nations in the Pacific last week, killing dozens of people, flooding towns and leaving many homeless. In Fiji, thousands of people remain without electricity, aid agencies say, and many need immediate assistance.

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Airport AU | Bang Chan

Airport au

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: I dunno… fluff?

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“It’s London time baby!” You exclaimed to your best friend over the screen of your phone. Belle laughed at your over the top excitement.

“Be careful Li!” You grinned as you threw yourself on one of the seats in the waiting area. Your legs constantly crossing and uncrossing. There was a buzzing of people around you, rushing to their gates, buying coffee or last minute souvenirs from ‘America’.

“Yeah yeah. You know how I am.” You said. “School, dorm, explore, repeat.”

“So you’re not gonna eat nor poop?” You cringed, while Bella couldn’t stop laughing, thankfully you had your airpods in.

“Minor details Isabelle.” You waved off. “But yes, I will be careful and I will call you as much as I can.” You were beyond excited. Your parents just dropped you off at LAX because you had a flight to London. You were going for a semester abroad program. You begged your parent to let you go and they finally caved in when you did all the house chores for a full year and managed to buy the ticket yourself.

You talked with Isabelle for another half hour before hanging up. Her shift was about to start. She wished you a safe flight and hung up. And when she did you grabbed your carry-on and backpack (you felt weird leaving them there) and began to walk around. There was no point in staying in the same place for another hour until boarding began.

You stopped by the bathroom to fix your beanie, which always ends up riding up your head. After that you spotted a Starbucks. ‘COFFEE!’ You got yourself a matcha latte and made small talk with the barista before grabbing a seat in one of the only empty tables in the area. You pulled out your black leather bullet journal and began updating it from the previous day. Sleep, what was sleep? The dark circles covered by concealer were the evidence of the past sleepless nights before this day came. As a history major you were stoked at the idea of going to a place filled with so much history. American history is great but there is just something special about European history that tugged the strings in your heart.

Before you realize it, it was boarding time. You scrambled to get your passport and ticket ready for the flight attendant. As you look for your seat, you couldn’t help but wonder ‘How the hell am I going to survive a 9 hour flight?’ Your ADHD was going to have a field day. You had more of the attention deficit than the hyperactivity but it was still there. You brought a book with you, had a few movies downloaded on Netflix, a very good playlist and you just hoped it was enough.

Finding your seat, you plop by the window and throw your backpack on the seat beside you. You grab your phone and turn up the volume of the music playing. Everyone was settling themselves and the continuous noise bothered you. You were jamming along to Truth Hurts by Lizzo and maybe even ‘hit the woah’ as you sang along. (I just had to) At this point in your life you really didn’t care who saw you.

“So you can tell your friend, "shoot your shot" when you see 'em. It's OK, he already in my DMs” You sing along when a shadow over your figure made you look up.

A group of Asian guys with black face masks were passing through to get to their seats but one in particular stood right by the seat beside you. He had blonde hair, clad in all black with freaking Gucci belt and Balenciagas, the one that look like socks (I am so sorry.) He gave you a small smile and gestured towards the seat, where your backpack lay.

You quickly took off one of your airpods. “I am so sorry!” You exclaim, grabbing the damn thing and shoving it under your seat.

“No no,” He waved off. His ‘no’ sounding like nou but like if the the u got stuck in your throat or if your tongue covers your throat. Aussie. “We’re late anyways, you didn’t know.” Oh that accent… it thundered through in your auditory system (yes I am smart) and made your heart skip a beat. You were a sucker for accents.

“Again, I’m so sorry. If you want some snacks that is not airplane food, I have plenty in my backpack.” Grey boy smiled, dimples on full display.

“Thanks.” He said before extending his hand, “I’m Chan.”

You take his hand and smile “Liliana.”

The airline played their precautions and safety rules before preparing for takeoff. Takeoff, you hated it. You gripped the handles of the seat tightly as the plane jerked to move. You shut the window blind beside you and closed your eyes.

“You okay?” Chan asked. You looked sideways and smiled halfheartedly.

“Yeah, I just find takeoff very unsettling.”

Chan smiled softly and turned to look at a brown haired boy who was also gripping the handles of his seat. “My friend, Han…” He began “Han hates takeoffs as well and we travel very often so he still struggles with it.”

“Are you guys rich?” You blurt out as soon as the plane left the ground. Silently thankful for the distraction and conversation.

Chan burst out laughing.

“Umm.. Eh?” He paused before asking a question. “Do you know kpop?”

“BTS?” You knew like 2 of their songs because it’s the only thing they play on the radio whenever you turn it on. Chan’s eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly,

“Yeah! I uh- I am…” He scratched the back of his head. “My friends and I are in a group. I’m their leader.”

“But you’re aussie?”

“I was raised in ‘Stralia’ and moved to Korea for training.” You mouthed an ‘oh’ before nodding your head in awe.

“Tell me more!” You ask. It was rare to find someone to talk to in a flight, much less someone your age and much less someone who is so interesting.

Chan proceeded to tell the story of how Stray Kids came together. The last time you were that invested in a story was when you read a book about Mary Queen of Scots! You kept on asking questions and Chan tried his best to answer how the trainee life works and what it takes to debut.

“You know...” You wondered after maybe an hour of talking. “You still haven’t showed me your songs.” Chan turned to you with doe wide eyes.

“Do you want to?” Nodding so enthusiastically that your brain jiggled in your skull.

Chan pulled out his airpods (I swear this is not sponsored by airpods) and offered her one. ‘They’re not dirty, I swear.’ He had said.

“I really don’t know what to play.” He scrolled over the playlist a couple hundred times looking for the perfect song to play for you. In the end, he decided to shuffle. The first song to play was Awkward Silence. Nervous was a small word for what Chan felt. He was ok with people listening to their music. HELL! He was one of the writers and producers. Another thing was having someone listen to it for the first time in front of him. That… was nerve wracking. She could easily hate it.

You kept your eyes on your crossed legs as the song played. Unconsciously your head began to bop along with the beat. Chan noticed this and smiled. ‘I like this!’ You mouthed.

Most of the flight consisted of him showing your their songs, even showing you some 3racha bops. Your favorite was ‘Wow’ much to his dismay. You also showed him some of your recent favorites, to the point that in Channies next vlive he would play it. After a while you let him take a nap after hearing him yawn a couple of times.

“Here’s your airpod.” You said after telling him to go to sleep.

“Nah, you keep listening.” You smiled inwardly. You did want to listen to more of their songs and you had no wifi on the plane so his offering was a beacon of light. After his nap Chan and you kept talking. You talked and talked. It was surprising at how you two managed to keep a conversation without having (ha ha) awkward silence. (Ha ha) Conversations went from your life, to his family (being careful not to give in secret facts), why you were going to London, Stray Kids’s tour, everything.

“You should come to our concert!” He said when the pilot announced they were about to land in Heathrow airport. He moved his body in your direction. “You’ll be my guest.”

“When is it?” You ask.

“Tomorrow night. Give me your number and I’ll send you the details so you can come and have a good seat.”

You nod and give him your number. When you landed you preferred to wait as the plane emptied before leaving. It was a nightmare getting your carry on luggage while everyone else was doing the same. You lost sight of Chan and his mates because they left after you. They were directed towards a different hallway. Mostly because fans were aware of their flight date and possibly were waiting for them. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

You walked towards the checked luggage area because you had to haul three big ass suitcases that carried your whole life. You waited for the last suitcase to appear and heaved as you tried to pull it out of the baggage carousel. A pair of pale hands helped you get it and as you turned to thank the person you were surprised at who it was.

”Chan! Thank you so much!” The boy smiled and motioned for you to look behind you.

There was a small group of boys smiling.

“Liliana, this is Stray Kids.” All you could do was blink… and blink. No words came out of your mouth. They were attractive, very attractive. And being a new fan? You were blown away because you’ve never seen them. Them wearing facemasks doesn’t count.

“Hi.” You squeaked. The boys each introduced themselves in english which was so sweet.

One in particular caught your interest, especially because when he introduced himself, he said “Hello, I’m Han. Can I ask you a question?” You nod and he asked the following.

“Chogiyo noona, hokhi namjachingu iseoyo?” The boys around them started laughing, Chan blushed bright red and all you could do was smile and nod. Not understanding a single word. Sadly their manager rushed them to leave. You said your goodbyes to the boys before turning to Chan.

“I’ll see you at the concert?” He asked, bouncing on his heels.

“I will be there.” You confirm. He smiled brightly and waved as he jogged back to the group. Giving you one last glance.

Once you were picked up from the airport and settled in your dorm room you looked up what Han said to you. You recall that it was from the song WOW, that Chan showed you. You looked up the lyrics and blushed. Tomorrow was going to be a long ass ride. (For the nctzens)

~ hello everyone! I hope you like this lil post. I had fun writing it and it cleared my mind from uni! Again, if you have any requesta, my inbox is open and I will try to make them possible!

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bbbb-barnes · 6 years

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DANCE WITH THE DEVIL - A Mobster!Bucky Barnes X Reader.

Summary: You move away from your small town and start a life in NYC leaving a behind a childhood of drugs, guns and abuse, when your mother is struggling you go back home to help, only to realise the gang that your father was involved in has become ruthless, people know your name and know who you are. A handsome and dangerous man from your families rival gang catches your eye and you can't stay away.

Hi!! I have finals so I thought WHY NOT START A BUCKY FIC. As always please leave feedback and come chat to me!! I always like to start my fics with a bitta back story so no Bucky in this BUT a lotta Steve, this is gunna be a dark fic, might not seem it now but oh BOY it's gunna get dark.

WARNINGS - MENTIONS OF DRUGS, DEATH, SWEARING AND DOMESTIC ABUSE in this chapter and throughout!!

Please let me know what u think!!

Moving out of town was always your plan, from when you were 8 years old and you took a trip to New York with your family, you were enthralled with the big city life, you still remember how the city filled you with a strange sense of nostalgia even though you had never been there before, like it was always meant to be. Moving back to town was never your plan. You had studied hard and got a place at NYU school of law and after 3 crazy years filled with drunken nights with your friends, all-nighters in the library and a shit tonne of coffee and ramen you had graduated with an under grad degree and decided to stay on and complete a post grad whilst trying to score an internship to get your career moving, it was a hustle but you wouldn’t change it for the world. In New York you felt like you could do anything and become anybody, anything was a possibility and you felt as if you could accomplish it all. It was a strange feeling, but you felt connected to the city and you felt like you belonged. You had been born and raised in a town in between Chicago and Indiana. Fountain Park in Jasper county was a predominantly Italian-American populated area. It encapsulated everything an Italian American town ever would, all your aunts knew each other, there were only two high schools, if you walked down the street you would most likely see a kid you went to middle school with, people knew everybody’s business, oh and It housed two local mobster gangs with a fierce rivalry. The Commandos and The Moretti’s. They began the rivalry over the local oil business years ago, or that was the front anyway, you were aware of the drug deals that went down and the cocaine ring that both gangs claimed not to run, there was constant battles over property and territories. But the lack of police intervention subsequently led the gangs to become their own law enforcement for the town, so the people of Fountain Park picked a side essentially, and the gangs in which they picked and showed loyalty to would protect them, albeit not in the most diplomatic way, which only fuelled the rivalry. The whole thing made you laugh, it was truly pathetic, and you planned to stay as far away as possible from these ‘gangs’. You knew your Uncle Jack was part of The Moretti’s and you had been made aware of your father’s involvement when he had died 2 years previous. People spoke about how suspicious his death was and it really worsened things for the rivalry as there was foul play suspected. You didn’t care much, you had thought the world of your father until you were 9 years old and witnessed him beat the living shit out of your own mother, it wasn’t the last time you saw it either, it was only as you got older when you realised drugs had a big part to play in his behaviour, not that it was any justification. You had ached for his approval even after what you had seen, he was your father and he was important, you wanted him to be proud of you for some sick reason. Then when you were 17 and all dressed up for your junior prom he decided to pull out his gun and point it at your forehead in front of the whole family that's when you realised you had enough, you begged your mom to leave him, you know now that he would have killed her if she did. You dropped his name and took your mother’s maiden name Romano. Hearing he had died was incredibly bitter sweet, he was still your dad and he was dead, but it was completely overpowered by the fact your mom was now free from him. Mom was a Fountain Park native with Italian parents, even though her parents were Italian she was born in America and only visited Italy once.

That’s what brought you home, your Nonna was incredibly ill and your mother was struggling to care for her and working to keep herself afloat. Your mother was a proud woman and if you hadn’t had a phone call from your aunt telling you things were bad, you would have never known. You had taken some time off College, which they had surprisingly allowed given you were in-between diplomas and a high achieving student and your roommate Wanda had found somebody to rent your room for a few months, so things managed to fall into place nicely.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Indianapolis International Airport, the local time is currently 11:35am, for your comfort and safety please leave your seatbelt fastened and allow the aircraft to come to a full and complete stop before collecting your belongings and vacating the aircraft, Delta thanks you for your cooperation and we wish you a wonderful stay in Indiana” The chirpy and polished voice of the pretty air hostess snaps you out of your thought process, you gave your muscles a well needed stretch, thankful to almost be free of the stuffy and confined air of the plane. You joined the scuffle of people who were currently grabbing luggage eager to leave. You threw your bag over your shoulder and shuffled out at a snail’s pace, as the line had finally made its way to the front of the plane you thanked the air hostesses and stepped out into the late morning sun, taking a breath of fresh air your mood instantly lifting as you bounced down the stairs and over the asphalt, taking in every drop of sunshine.

If you were in a good mood, passport control and baggage reclaim really took a shit on that. The long lines in the warm and packed airport was enough to make any sane person snap, you were surrounded by people sighing and muttering at the long wait times, you decided to occupy yourself on your phone to pass the time. You sent a message to some old friends telling them you were back in town and you wanted to reconnect. As much as you loved New York, it would be nice to take things easy for a couple of weeks.

After finally getting your passport checked and proving you weren’t a terrorist you were graciously allowed into the state by an overweight and stony-faced officer. Next challenge was baggage reclaim, you were glad you had always taken your mothers advice of making your suitcase noticeable as you spotted the bright yellow case almost instantly and rushed over to wrestle it off. However, the weight of the luggage, your tired body and the speed of the carousel made your first attempt unsuccessful, why in fresh hell did it go around so fast? You were suitably irritated at this point.

“Motherfucker” you muttered and pushed the sleeves of your thin sweatshirt up, psyching yourself up for round two. You saw your case come around again and rolled your shoulders in preparation, however before you could even attempt to grab it a large, blonde man who seemingly came out of nowhere lifted your bag off the carousel as if it were light as a feather, your eyebrows shot up in confusion and you started to panic slightly as he started walking away with it, his broad back quickly disappearing into the crowd, this is the last thing you needed today.

“Hey! excuse me” you yelled in a pathetic attempt to get his attention, you started to jog towards him, weaving through various people who shot you scowls as you pushed passed, your panic was turning to frustration.

“Excuse ME” you yelled even louder, seemingly catching the attention of everybody else but the mystery bag thief, you ran a little faster to catch up, why in the world was this man walking so fast, with a final push you reached him and grabbed his arm in an attempt to stop him but also steady yourself from the sudden exercise. He whipped around in an instant, looking ready to attack almost, when he saw you his face relaxed, this is not the reaction you wanted.

“Excuse me asshole, but you just stole my suitcase” you huffed, trying your hardest to look intimidating, but this guy was huge, and was he smiling at you after stealing your luggage? What the fuck, you deepened your scowl. He started laughing at you, you jaw went a little slack at this guy’s blatant disregard to the fact he had just stolen from you and was now laughing about it.

“I’m not sure why this is fucking fu...” you started, your voice an octave higher than before as you seriously resisted the urge to stomp your foot like a child, before you could continue he rudely interrupted you.

“Y/N its me, Steve” It was the first time you heard him talk, it was deep but soft at the same time it was oddly comforting and filled with humour as he smirked down at you, you pulled your eyebrows together in confusion. If you knew this man you would have remembered he was seriously handsome.

“Steve Rodgers” He prompted, his head cocked to the side, the faint trace of humour still apparent in his voice. You did a comical double take at his reminder, no way was this jacked guy Steve Rodgers, skinny and sickly Steve Rodgers, your next-door neighbour and a good friend to you through those tough high school years, he taught you how to play poker and you used to give him your CD’s in return (after you had finished listening of course) you were the reason he had such a soft spot for NSYNC. The two of you used to sit on the grass in his backyard when your dad was beating your mom and he would distract you by talking you step by step through the rules of baseball and giving you an extensive run down of his favourite players, it used to work and was the reason you became a baseball fan. You were clearly in a state of shock as he playfully shook your shoulders with a chuckle. You looked up and studied his face and you saw it, the same light blue eyes, the same nose that was slightly crooked from when he broke it falling out of a tree, the same very faint dusting of freckles dancing across the bridge of his nose.

“Steven, when the hell did you get so jacked?” you managed to choke out taking a step back to take him in, he barked out a loud laugh startling a few children nearby in the process.

“Oh, stop it you” He joked, pretending to be shy which made you chuckle in response, you were still wildly confused but if your childhood had taught you anything it was that Steve Rodgers never steered you far wrong. He threw a heavy arm around your shoulders and guided you to the parking lot.

“I am your personal taxi service, Miss New York big shot” he joked as he pulled your suitcase behind him effortlessly, you were slightly dazed, but you had assumed your mother asked him to collect you and presumably told him about the bright yellow suitcase too (although the luggage tag with your name on could have done that too)

“I need you to tell me everything” He continued babbling as he led you to a sleek, shiny black BMW with blacked out windows, he retracted his arm from your shoulder to fish his keys from his jeans pocket. You took a moment to appreciate the car.

“This is yours?” you sounded doubtful as you raised your eyebrows at the expensive looking car, last you heard Steve wanted to be an artist, you weren’t sure how fruitful that career was, but you assumed not this much. He unlocked the car and gestured for you to get in with a small smile.

“You’re not the only successful one from around here y’know” he joked, his voice coming from behind you as he placed your suitcase in the trunk, you climbed in the front seat and fidgeted around, taking in the leather interior. He slid in the driver’s seat and started the car, zooming out of the parking lot with his eyes focused ahead of him.

“So, you’re a famous artist now or something?” you matched the joking tone, but you were very curious, his family didn’t have a lot of money. You noted his expression darken for a slight moment as he chewed his lip, considering his answer.

“I’m not Fountain Park’s answer for Picasso if that’s what you mean” his dark expression had disappeared and his light, joking manner was back, you opened your mouth to ask another question, but he quickly cut you off.

“Hey, before you interrogate me anymore can I ask about New York please, big shot?” He gave you a quick pleading glance and a toothy smile, you obliged and started to talk about your life in another state, but you weren’t going to let this drop and you were sure he knew that too.

You humoured him and spoke animatedly about college and your friends and he listened intently, smiling as he watched you talk so passionately.

“You’d love New York Steve, you really would” you mused, you had relaxed into the seat now and watched his side profile as he reacted to your words, you could always imagine Steve loving New York.

“I really think I would, couldn’t get on board with the Mets or Yankees though” he made a face and you laughed, it was nice to see he was still passionate about his baseball.

“Hey, we should make the trip to see a Cubs game while I’m back” You suggested excitedly, his face darkened slightly again, and you saw as he clenched his jaw for a millisecond, but you caught it. He plastered on a fake smile.

“That would be fun Y/N” he agreed, but you knew it was fake so you decided to push.

“Well, you’re like the biggest Cubs fan I know, you must know when the next game is?” you continued as you pulled out your phone, his knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

“Oh God, Y/N I haven’t been to a Baseball game in years I couldn’t tell you” He chuckled but he was lying, you could tell as the laughter didn’t quite meet his eyes, you scowled slightly and typed furiously on your phone for a few seconds.

“Hey, would you look at that, there’s a game next weekend” your voice was sugary sweet and full of fake excitement, he sighed slightly as he rolled his neck.

“Y/N, I can’t next weekend” he answered weakly, you both knew it was a lie and it seemed he had stopped trying to hide it, you crossed your arms over your chest and huffed.

“Are you going to tell me what’s actually going on?” you snapped slightly, and he sighed, he used his free hand to massage his temple, he took a few moments before answering.

“There’s a lot going on that you won’t understand, I don’t want to put you in harm’s way so that’s why I say this but we can’t be seen together, Y/N” His voice was stern but his tone was slightly sympathetic, his words didn’t clear anything up for you however, just confused you further.

“What on earth are you talking about?” you questioned, narrowing your eyes at the tense man, who didn’t take his eyes off the road, with both hands now back on the wheel, his face was disturbingly stoic.

“Y/N, I’m part of The Commando’s” his voice was steady and quiet, he didn’t look at you for a reaction, keeping his eyes fixed on the long highway in front of him, you processed his words and flopped back against the leather seats.

“Is that it Steve? Don’t you think you’re being a bit melodramatic” you breathed out a laugh as relief washed over you, he was just part of that silly gang, besides your fathers were in opposing ‘gangs’ and you two were friends growing up, so why would it be different now. This time he did take his eyes off the road to look at you, his eyes were wide, and his nostrils flared.

“Y/N you haven’t been here you don’t know what its like” He snipped, rolling his shoulders as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

“It’s just a silly gang Steve” you mumbled pulling your phone out to occupy yourself for the rest of the journey home.

“It isn’t a silly gang, Y/N. People are being killed, there’s millions of dollars at risk, there’s an influx of arms and drugs making its way around the town, it’s bad Y/N. I’m not sure if you remember but your family were no, they are Moretti’s. We’re seen together and that means serious harm for the both of us” He snapped suddenly, his raised voice made you jump and you considered the fact he might be right.

“What, so you deal drugs now?” you asked in disbelief, the blacked-out BMW making more sense now, he was tensed up.

“There’s certain parts of The Commando’s I don’t agree with but they protect me, protect my family from being shot in the street by your god damn uncle Jack” he was speeding down the highway at this point and you briefly realised you must have been going above 100MPH, his voice was hostile and you felt hurt he decided to blame you for the actions of your family.

“I have nothing to do with that gang or my uncle and if I remember rightly didn’t one of you kill my father” you accused coolly, it was a weak accusation and you both knew it because in all honesty if you met the man that killed him you’d probably shake his hand.

“I know, Y/N I’m sorry it’s just that Jack, he’s running The Moretti’s and its ruthless out there, he’ll stop at nothing to take us down and everything is fair game which is why I want you to stay away from me, if they find out we’re friends I don’t want to begin to imagine what they’ll do.” His voice had softened slightly as he shot you a sad smile.

“My uncle wouldn’t hurt me” you protested weakly, although you didn’t know at this point, and judging by the look on Steve’s face he didn’t either.

“I didn’t mean just your Uncle Jack; all the Commando’s know who you’re related to” he spoke his words very carefully however they still made you panic as you realised the seriousness of this situation.

“Are they going to hurt me?” you chewed down on your lip as you tried to scoff at the question, making it seem like you were unbothered by it but you both knew that wasn’t the case.

“If you don’t provoke anybody then they’ll leave you alone…I’ll look after you as much as I can Y/N. I won’t let The Commando’s hurt you” Steve didn’t know if he could follow through with that promise, but he intended to try his hardest to keep it. You relaxed slightly, Steve made you feel safe and you believed him.

You looked out the window to process the information that had been given to you, you still had so many questions, but you didn’t think you even wanted to know the answer to them. You felt saudade as you drove past all the familiar landmarks of your childhood, in this context nothing had changed, but you had a feeling everything was different now.

Steve pulled to a stop outside your house, it was a large house in a nice neighbourhood, you realised now how your dad got the money for it, luckily the mortgage was paid off before he died because he didn’t leave your mom a penny when he croaked. Steve turned the engine off and you sat in silence for a few seconds.

“My mom isn’t in danger, is she?” your quiet voice broke the silence of the car, Steve squinted at your house, the afternoon sun high in the sky.

“No, I’m not going to say every member of The Commando’s is her biggest fan but they realise what she went through with your dad, they keep their distance” he confirmed and you let out a breath, you could take care of yourself but you didn’t want any gangs giving your mother abuse because of things your asshole father did. Steve looked a little an edge and you realised that he had a target on his back just being here with you.

“Thanks for the ride Steve, I guess ill see you around?” you questioned but you didn’t know what your situation would be after this, it made you feel a pang of sadness. He looked over his shoulder quickly before embracing you in a brief hug, he slipped a piece of paper into your hands.

“Try and stay out of trouble Y/N” he joked with you but you knew there was a hint of seriousness in his words, he mimicked your sad smile as you clambered out of the car and pulled your suitcase from his trunk, you slammed it shut and caught his blue eyes in the rear-view mirror for the last time before he pulled away and sped down the street.

You unravelled the note he had shoved into your hands, on it was a number scrawled in messy writing, emergencies only the wording read, you put it safely in your pocket.

You turned to face your house, so much had happened here it had shaped you into the person you are so why did you want to turn around and run as far away as possible. You resisted the urge and pulled yourself and your suitcase to the oak front door taking a deep breath before entering, the reality of the situation setting in.

Stay out of trouble, how hard could that be?

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Eldritch Manors and Snow Globes

@spookyselfship Event Prompt Week 1 - Haunted Mansion

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Major Character Death, Blood, and Gore.

Word Count: Approximately 4000 words

The shattering of a snow globe turns all of Hat Manor into a terrifying death trap, and unfortunately someone has to deal with the whole affair.

I woke up as the plane hit land at last. My eyes blinked the grogginess away as I tried to reaffirm myself back to reality and everything I’d need to do to return to my usual routine. My mind and eyes glaze over as I pick up my carry-on bag and exit the plane from my first class seat hat Black Hat insisted on, and I hurried to collect my luggage at the baggage claim.

Of all the things I expected, it certainly wasn’t Dr. Flug. I rubbed my eyes sleepily as I figured I was seeing shit - the doctor hardly ever left his laboratory, much less Hat Manor. I watched him twitch and look around in a panicked manner. I glanced at the baggage carousel to see if my luggage was there as I walked my way towards Flug.

“Hey.” I called to him. “What are you-”

He exclaims my name and runs towards me - cutting me off, clearly filled with anxiety. “Where were you this entire time?” I blinked at him in confusion at his distress.

“Out of the country.” I answered, trying to remain calm for Flug’s sake. “What’s wrong?”

“I need you to come back with me to the manor.” Flug insists, getting behind me and starting to push me forward.

“Hey!” I retort, using my heels to ground myself from moving. “Will you calm down?!”

“Calm down?! If you think I’m the one who needs calming, wait until you see your boyfriend!” Flug whispers to me, worried about making a scene. We caught a few stares, and I glared at everyone who did as some glanced away and some continued to stare.

“Well, I’ll go - but I need my fucking luggage first so can you keep a lid on it, paperbag?” I frown, obviously unhappy. As with most people, I did not enjoy being pushed around. I glance behind me, as Flug’s eyelids were half open in exasperation - clearly dissatisfied with my response. “Don’t give me that. I literally just got back after two weeks.”

“Fine.” Flug says, no longer trying to push me. Instead, he waits by the baggage carousel. I stand next to him, and he slips his hands into his pockets.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Dementia… broke something. The Boss flipped. I’ll tell you more when there aren’t so many people around.”

I nod at him in understanding. After a few minutes my luggage finally shows up on the carousel, and I quickly go to retrieve it. We made our way to the airport’s parking lot in silence. I was tired and it was obvious Flug had something else on his mind. I felt a bitter taste in my mouth, hoping that I would have received a better greeting - this was the first I’ve ever been away from Black Hat and his subordinates. When we finally got to the black van that is Flug’s vehicle, company logo present on the side, Flug opens the back two doors of the van.

“Here.” Flug says, offering to take my luggage. I hand it over to him, as I watch him toss it into the back rather carefully.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” He nods at me. I notice he was a lot more relaxed than before as he closes the doors and then goes around to the driver’s side of the van. I make my way around to the passenger side, and hop in.

“Y’know…” I start, securing myself with the seat belt. “You’re more relaxed than when I first saw you.”

“It’s… nice. To have a…” He quiets, squinting through the windshield. “....a friend.”

“Mhmm.”

“...How come you didn’t answer your phone?”

“I didn’t have signal out of the country, my plan doesn’t have that kind of coverage. Actually-” I reach to pull out my phone from my pocket, as a turn it on. When the phone finally turns on completely, I see a rush of messages and phone calls followed by way too many phone vibrations than is necessary, and I cringe. “Jesus.”

“Yeah. It’s been. Pretty bad, to say the least.”

“Christ, Flug. What in the fresh hell happened?” I stare at him as he takes a deep breath, beginning to reverse and drive out of the parking lot. My eyes glance back over to my phone, looking at the texts and the phone calls. Half of the phone calls are from Black Hat, and the other half are from Flug. All of the texts were from Flug, with very few from my boyfriend. The texts don’t particularly explain the scenario, but there is clear desperation and some really dark images sent from Flug’s end that of which I couldn’t make out, and then texts from Black Hat that seemed relatively normal.

“I don’t remember where she got it, but Dementia came into my lab with some snow globe she was obsessed with. Something about how it was shiny. Anyway, Black Hat came stomping in a fit from his office and into the lab, and the snow globe broke since Dementia dropped it. And then just like that, he… the Boss… just snapped.” Flug fumbles with his words, clearly unsure of how to describe it. “The whole manor is a death trap now.” Flug sighs, becoming tense. I nod, staring at the pictures.

“Is that what the pictures you sent are of? The manor?”

“Yeah.”

I stared at them in silence, trying to find any signs. I vaguely remembered giving Black Hat a snow globe awhile back, who told me that he used it as a decoration for his office desk. If it was the same snow globe, I could understand why he’d be upset. If someone came around and stole my shit and broke a gift that my boyfriend gave to me - to say the least I would not be able to guarantee their safety. I decided not to tell Flug the snow globe was from me - as it didn’t matter either way and I thought it’d be nice to keep some of Black Hat’s dignity intact.

“So is the whole manor like this?”

“The whole manor. I haven’t been staying there since five days ago when it happened.”

“Five days? Where have you been staying, Flug?”

“Your apartment.” He admits, gulping a bit. I give him a look of disbelief. “W-Well there wasn’t exactly anywhere else and y-you told me I could always drop b-by and I knew you’d have a sp-spare key underneath the flower pot so I…” He trails off.

“No, no. It’s okay, Flug. I get it. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Christ, sorry about the mess.” I shook my head and waved my hands. “Sorry. I forgot to clean before I left.” I began to scratch the back of my neck, sighing that this ordeal happened to begin with.

“I hope you don’t mind if 5.0.5 cleaned up your apartment while you were gone. I told him he shouldn’t mess with your stuff but he couldn’t help himself when I passed out that night.” I laughed.

“5.0.5 is such a sweetheart.” I glance at the road ahead. “It’s fine. As long as I can find my stuff.”

“...You don’t take care of yourself that much either, do you?”

“...No.”

“A bit of a hypocrite, aren’t you?” He snorts, clearly making a reference to the fact that I always made an effort to pester him about his self-care.

“Yeah. I guess I am. I try, but - y’know, you’ve seen the state of my apartment.” I sigh. “I suffer from major depressive disorder, it’s hard to get out of bed some days.”

“...Oh. I’m sorry. Are you taking medication?”

“Yeah.” I nod, vaguely remembering the medication in my bag. “It only does so much, though. That’s just how it is.”

“Does the Boss know?”

“I think? I take it in the evening so every time I’ve stayed overnight at the manor I’ve had to bring it with me. He’s seen me take it, but he’s never asked what it was for.” I answer honestly, finger rising to my chin as I stare at the road ahead in thought.

“I think you should tell him.” Flug states, making a turn. “...Sorry I didn’t ask before at the airport, but uh. How was your trip?”

“Oh, that’s okay.” I reassure him. “Hearing your situation, I can understand why. But uh, my trip was fine. I visited family. One of my cousins was finally getting married and she went through all the trouble to invite me and I couldn’t help but want to go there. Not to mention the rest of my family were also going so it was a pretty big reunion I couldn’t bring myself to miss out on. I told Black Hat about it before I left, hoping something like this wouldn’t happen. I thought he’d mention it to you, but doesn’t seem like that was the case.”

Flug sighs. “What he tells me is always on a need-to-know basis. You know he doesn’t approve of our amicable relationship.”

“Well, I disapprove of his disapproval.” I say with a huff. “He can learn how to deal.” I couldn’t help but smile, when I finally heard Flug laugh.

“If I ever said anything like that, Boss would have my head. I don’t understand how you do it.”

I shake my head, smile growing on my face. “It’s cause I’m cute.”

“I can neither confirm or deny.” His smug tone is clear.

“Well, I didn’t ask you.” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. We both can’t help but laugh as we reach Hat Manor. I turn to stare out the window at the manor, which looks relatively as normal as ever. “Looks fine, Flug.” I notice Flug visibly swallow.

“It’s worse on the inside.” I nod at him as he turns to me, and I begin to undo my seat belt and get out of the van. I stand in front of the gates, expecting Black Hat to open up the doors and greet me like all the times he’s done before this. He doesn’t come out of the manor, so I squint - fully aware that something is very, very wrong.

“I’ll disable the security system.” Flug states, pulling a device out of his pocket. He presses a few buttons and keys. “There, now you should be able to safely get inside.”

“Are you not coming with me?” I ask him, concerned.

“Are you serious? If I go in there I’m sure I’ll die.” Flug retorts, pulling out a maglite from the back of the van and handing it to me. “You’ll need this.”

“Well, then why are you sending me in there?!”

“Because, I don’t think Black Hat will tear your head off.” I glare at Flug, who simply shrugs at me. I grab the maglite from him, and then I stare at the manor, squinting.

“Fine.” I grumble, as I open up the gates and walk my way into the manor. I turn back to Flug, who is watching me as I trek on. When I finally reach the doors to the manor, I’m disappointed that Black Hat had yet to greet me. I take a deep breath and open the doors - seeing an inky blackness inside. Even as the windows are obviously uncovered, there is no light in the foyer. I turn on the maglite in my hand, and step inside.

The moment I finally step inside, the door slams behind me. I turn back to jingle the handles of the entrance door, only to find that the door will no longer open and the handles are stuck. “Fuck.” I curse to myself, turning around to face the stairs.

The inside of the manor is pitch black, and completely silent. I step forward up the stairs quietly, hand touching the handrails of the entryway stairs, only to feel my hand become wet. I yelp in surprise, staring at my hand dripping with a black substance. I attempt to shake it off, unhappy with the mess. I continue to step up the stairs which creak with it’s age. It felt like walking through a haunted mansion, but this was very real.

I flashed the maglite around to the painting of Black Hat that had adorned the center of the manor’s entryway, staring at the distorted form before me. It looked as if something was pulsating over the painting of Black Hat of a nature and origin that I could not place. I regretted taking a sharp intake of breath as I tried to calm my nerves.

“Ugh.” I reel, a corpse-like stench emitting from the substance. I continue on to move away from the substance as quickly as possible, attempting to find the other stairway towards Flug’s lab. I was not sure where Black Hat would be - but if Flug’s story had been correct then that would be the first place to start searching. I wondered where Dementia was - if she was even alive at this point if this is how Black Hat lashed out.

It was further up the stairs where I found what looked to be Dementia’s body. I gasped, running over towards her. I flashed the maglite towards the walls and ceiling, which was covered in sticky and dry blood. “Oh, god.” I murmured, leaning down to touch her shoulder. She was cold. I bit my lip, and tried to turn her over with my foot. I held back a scream, seeing her torso completely mutilated - a gaping hole from her chest where her heart should have been. Dementia’s eyes were empty, her brain clearly visible in the back from where the eyes were no longer. I flinched away from her body, hand covering my mouth.

I felt goosebumps go through my spine, and began to feel a cold sweat on my brow as I stared at her lifeless form. Black Hat really had done this. All of this. My hands began to tremble, full of fear. Unable to look at her body anymore, I closed my eyes - trying to hold back tears. I always had known Dementia did not like me that much, or so I thought. I knew she had always resented me slightly, because of Black Hat’s favoritism - she pined for him so much. However, I had never felt ill-will towards her, and I knew that I would never wished for her end to be like this. It was just a gift - a fucking snow globe. I could’ve made a new snow globe, as many as it took.

I could not hold back a sniffle from escaping, as I tried to move forward away from her body. My mind drifted from Dementia to Black Hat, and I wondered why he had to go this far. I bit my lip, anger beginning to rise in my throat. It was so unnecessary. My anger was so overwhelming, I sniffled again - tears beginning to well up in the corners of my eyes.

My attention had switched from the grim thoughts of Dementia’s corpse, when I began to hear the sounds of shifting behind the hall which I walked from. I turned my head, glancing at the form of a black creature, moving in the manner of a biped on two spindly legs. It had two spindly arms, sharp and ended in a point similar to that of icicles. I took a deep breath, watching the creature in shock - the smell of corpses once again hitting my nose. I had to run. I had to get out of here. I had to find Black Hat.

I began to run forward in a sprint, making my way towards the lab. I turned back to watch as the creature got down on all fours to make chase after me. I would have screamed for help, if I wasn’t worried about attracted attention to any creature similar, and if I wasn’t worried about wasting my breath that I needed in my run. I could feel the creature gaining on me, speed being an advantage of a four-legged creature over a bipedal one. I turned the corner and laid eyes on the open door of Flug’s lab. I rushed towards it, entering the lab door as I began to fumble in a panic to close the sliding metal doors with the console.

“Hurry up, hurry up…” I said, watching the doors closing too slow as the creature began to pick up in speed to make it to the doors. Scared for my life, I began to feel my life flash before my eyes. At least I had gotten to say goodbye to my family at the reunion. I watched as the creature began to leap towards me through the small crack in the door, awaiting my demise. I flinched and closed my eyes - however pain nor death came. I opened an eye only to see the doors closed, and my life well intact. I began to cry, coming down from the adrenaline high. I took a deep breath after a few minutes, as I tried to collect myself.

I turned around to face the lab, eyes still stinging from the tears. I see a form besides the remains of a broken snow globe. The creature was similar to the one that had chased me before, but the shape was more human-like. I blinked, staring at the top hat-like mass on the head of the creature. My eyes glanced to the broken snow globe, and seeing the ground covered in red glitter - I had identified that this was in fact, the snow globe that I gave to him. I bit my lip, and approached the figure.

“Black Hat?” I called out to it. The creature turned to me.

"̵̢̕͢͝Y̸'̷̧͡ ̕͜͠͏ą͘h̕͠ ̵̨͘͠l̴̶͘҉̢'͜͢͢͝ ́s͞o͘͢͡͡͠r̷̵ŕ̴͏y̴͢͢,̛́͡ ̵̶̢y̴̢͟a̷̡͢ ̡͢ḑ̢̢͡e͏̷a҉̵̨̨r͢҉̷́́.̴̴̷̢͝"̨́͜͠

The creature speaks, but it comes out garbled. I squint, trying to make sense of what it says - but only barely. The language sounds very different from what I was familiar with, but I could make out the word “sorry” and “dear”. The message seemed clear enough.

“It’s okay.” I tell the creature, walking forward to touch it’s shoulder. It doesn’t flinch away from me when my hand makes contact, but it feels wet, and I can’t help but be uncomfortable. It takes a lot to keep my hand from retracting, but I let it stay. “What happened to you, Black Hat?”

"̴̧̧̛̀C̛͜a̛h̡́͢͡f̵̵̨͞ ́̕͜ǫ̛́t͘͡ ̧̀h͢͝͡h͘͞'͘͟͝ ́͘̕͘a̴̢͜͏h͟ ̵͟͢g̴i͜͡͠f͜͝t̸̶̸͘ ̸̧͟͝h̶͘͟͝u̷̡͢p҉͡ ̧͟͞y͡a̡̡̛ ͏҉̷͏̢o̷͏͏͏r͜͢͡ŗ́̕'͏̛͝͏͝ę̸͜ ҉̨̧u̵̕͡a͢͏̀a͘͢à̶̀͘͟h̵͢͢͝g͏̀͝o̡͢͟f̡̢͟'̶͏̵͟ń̶̢͞ ̷̨̀́̕a̷̷͞͝h̵͡͞ ̢͢s͡h̷͝͞͏̛a̶̢̨͢t̸͟҉t̸̶͟e̵̷̡͢ŗ͞͡͡ę̴́d̛͘ ͏҉̛͟l̸͜͡ļ͠͏̵͝l̷͏͡l͏͟͞ ̷͠҉͏͝á̕͡͏z̡̕a̸̡̢n̛͘a̡͞h̴͏́͟ó̡̨̧t̕͟҉̷̨h̵̵̸́͠.̛̕͜͝"̶̡͝

“I-” I stutter, trying to make sense of what is being said. It is definitely in a different language. I gulp. “I don’t understand what you are saying, I’m sorry.”

The creature stands up, and turns to me. I stare up at the creature, amazed by the two foot difference in height. While Black Hat often dwarfed me, I have never felt so small. I blinked in awe. The creature’s human-like hand takes mine.

"̛́̀͢͞L̢͜ĺ̷̡̀͟l̛͏̵̸̕l̢̡͢ ̶́̕͟͞n͟҉o̶͢͠͝g͘ ́́͘͠͠ý̴̨̧́a̧̢͠͠͝.̀͘͢͟͡"̧͟͜͢͠

I squint, still unable to understand as the creature attempts to drag me off towards the door. I gasp as I almost trip to keep up, the grip on my hand certain and insistent. I frown but try to keep up with the creature, assuming that it’s trying to get me to follow. The double doors open, as the creature leads me through the darkness. I shine my maglite in front of me, but the creature smacks it away.

“Hey!” I yell in surprise, and the creature growls. I stare into the darkness, completely unable to see. I sigh. “I can’t see anymore.”

"̡͜T̶͢͏̴ŕ͜͟ú́s̶̀͘͢͝t̵͡҉ ͞҉y̢̢͟͡a͏̵.̵̶̸͢"̴̡̢͝͝

I make out the word “trust”, and I simply sigh as I’m led away through the darkness in silence. After walking for awhile and hearing shuffling in the distance, I finally hear the sound of a door opening as a green light flickers from the room. I feel a hand on my back, as I assume the creature that was leading me beckons for me to step inside. I step inside, seeing a creature of unspeakable horror sit in front of the fireplace - tendrils and multiple appendages reach out to me, and touch my face and the rest of my body.

I stare in horror, and see it - the top hat. Was this Black Hat? I feel myself being tugged forward by the tendrils, and I stop by digging my heels into the ground. It only tugs harder, as I am swept off of my feet and absorbed into the Black Mass. I gasp, feeling like a dark tar begins to enter through my mouth and nostrils, the sensation burning and incredibly painful. I felt like I was going to drown, and then suddenly I felt nothing. However, I was clearly alive. The tar felt like air, and in the dark expanse I saw my boyfriend - his form monstrous and disheveled. The tendrils from the previous monstrosity led me to him, as tendrils that came from him and wrapped around me - as if the tendrils were passing me on. Once I was close enough, his arms wrapped around my form, and he buried his face into my neck. I sighed, wrapping my arms around him.

“I’m back, Black Hat.” I say, hoping for a response I could understand.

"̧Wel̕c͏o͠m̛è ́back." He says, voice and language discernible and understandable. I sigh, relieved to know what he was saying but unhappy with the lack of information regarding the manor’s current state.

“Thank you. ...Are you going to explain?” I sigh, and Black Hat grumbles.

“̴T͝he ̵ĺi͏z͏ar͘d̴ ̶br̴oke̸ ͜m̡y ̧g̀if͠t ̨f̀r͡o͠m̵ y̴o͞u. ̨S̢o ͏I ende̴d͞ ̸h͢er͜ l̢i҉fe.” I blinked a few times - in shock that my hypothesis was actually true. I didn’t know why I expected anything different, however.

“...I see.” I say, staring at the darkness behind him. It felt as if we were floating in water, my hair rising up on it’s own.

“̡..̸.͞Ar̸ȩ ̴yo̕u̷ ̢n̵ot̢ ̀angr̵y̡?͜”

“No?”

“́Y͜ou s͝h̸ould͝ ͜b̷e.”͞ He hisses.

“Why? It’s just a snow globe.”

“N͢o,̨ my ͘dea͠r. I͘t w̸a҉s҉ no͞t j̴us̛t a̵ ͟s̷n͜ow globe̶. It w͞a̢s͞ ͜yơur͡ s̡n̴ǫw̶ gl͞obȩ.̶”

“I can make more snow globes, Black Hat.”

“Y͜ou͝ ͡dón̶’͏t͞ ̴gȩt it̀.”͝ He growls. I could feel the tendrils tighten around my form.

“No - you know what? Okay. No, I definitely get it. I get where you’re coming from, because if someone decided to try and steal a gift that was from you and then go as far as to break it, I would be pretty mad, too. But I would not go as far as to kill someone over it - because you’re still here. As long as no one has hurt you, then everything will be okay.” I sigh, my hold on Black Hat tightening. He doesn’t respond.

“I will always have more gifts for you, so you don’t have to fret over the snow globe, okay? I know you treasured it, you even put it on your office desk and it was… really wonderful of you to do that. It made me feel special. But you didn’t have to kill Dementia for it - she didn’t deserve that.”

“͟You̶ ̴don’t knoẃ ̡w͜hat̷ sh̷e ͏desȩr͢v̵e͞d̨.́” He huffs.

“She didn’t deserve death, that’s for sure.” I retort with a bit of sass in my tone. “I don’t think she meant to break it, I think she just found it really nice to look at.”

“͠Well, ͞s̶h͡e͠ sh̶óul̕d͞ h̷av̛è ke̡pt h͜e҉r͢ sc̵a̧l̛y h̶a͏n̢ds̀ off͠ ́of it͏ ̸and͘ j͡ust l͠ooked̵ ̴a̧t ̛it͠.̡”̛

“Black Hat.” I sternly reply. He sighs.

“̀.͡..̶I d̡i̷d̶n’t kil͜l͜ ̡her̀. A҉l͢ļ ̷I ̀did ͟ẃa̛s ̷rip͡ h̵e͝r ̴śoul͏ out̕ of́ ̶her b͏o̴dy͏ a͝nd̷ mau̴led the ͟bod̷y.̸ ҉T͟h͝i҉s ҉is̀n͝’t͜ ̶the f̨ir̶st ͡t̨ime͏.́”̴

“Seriously?”

“Y̧es.̛ ̵I͜ ̨w̷i͜ll͘ ̡have F̷lu̸ģ ͜m҉ak̢e h͜e̢r a̢ n̶ȩw ̴b̶o͝d̴ý. I ̛was ͘t͘èac͟hing ͏t͢h̸e̢ ͏rưn̕t̵ a lesson͜.͞ ̛Sh̴e ͝was ͡j̨ust͝ a̕ ͝m̢utáted l͢iz͘a͘r͟d̵ ͞anywa͝y͝.”̧

“Then why have you been like this for five days?”

Silence.

“Black Hat.”

“I̸ ̴d̨i͡d n̶o̴t w͘a̸n̵t̡ to̢ ̛s̕e̡e̵ ͘any͟o̧n͢e’s f͘ac̕e ͟in t̕his ma͞nor un̴lés͘s it was̢ ͜yo͘urs.͟”͏

“Ah.” I respond, nodding to his honesty. “Fair. ...Will you turn back, at least?”

“In͝ a f͞e͠w hòu͞ŕs. A̕l̡śo͜, neve̛r̵ l̶ea͟v͜e ͝m͟e ̕a̛ga͠in.͜ S̛ta͘y͞ įn ͘th̶e͜ ͟ma̷no̷r ͢for̢ a ̷f̨eẃ d̸a̵y͟s͞.”͡ I can’t help but let out a laugh at his request.

“Okay. But I can’t just skirt family gatherings. So you’ll have to come with me next time. Can we make a deal?”

“̡..͏.F͠i̛ne.” He grumbles, dissatisfied but satisfied enough to agree.

“Alright. I also need to unpack my luggage at my apartment, but then I’ll pack some stuff so I can stay here for a few days.” He hums in response, and it was my notion of knowing it was fine.

As promised a few hours later, Black Hat eventually returned to normal. I was quick to send Flug a selfie of Black Hat and I - feeling warmed by the thumbs up in response.

Everything was going to be fine, I thought, cuddled up to Black Hat whose tendrils wrapped around me and my form, gently petting my hair and his hands firmly pressed against my waist.

Everything.

#spookysse18 #self ship #self shipping #villainous #fanfic #gore #blood #black hat #dr flug slys #dementia (villainous)

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Dream Vacation

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Vine/YouTube/Thomas Sanders

Rating: G

Original Idea: @moonlight-lyrics asked if I’d make the dream she had into a one-shot!

Notes: (Masterlist)(About Me) Yes the title is a play on the request type---fight me I thought it was funny. This was interesting. It’s been a while since I wrote in second person. Still, hope you enjoy! (It’s also slightly longer than usual. That seems to happen a lot with requests.)

“Dream Vacation”

^^^^^

You browse Tumblr boredly, scrolling down your dash. You’ve passed the same post three or four times now and you're starting to wonder if you're having déjà vu or you're just falling asleep.

You're jarred from your rabbit hole of spiraling thoughts by your mother calling your name.

You look up and jump to go answer her call. The tone of her voice made you curious. She sounded excited. You were sure there was plenty that could make your mom excited, but what was it that she wanted to involve you in?

“What’s up?” you ask curiously, joining her.

“I just got a call from your aunt,” she replies with a mischievous grin that you definitely inherited from her.

“Uh… which one?”

“The one in Florida.”

For a moment, you're concerned. You rarely hear from that aunt—given the distance and all. But the look on your mom’s face suggests that it’s not a bad thing, so at least you know that your aunt probably isn’t hurt. You're pretty sure your mom wouldn’t be excited about that.

“Why’d she call?” you inquire.

“She wants you to come stay with her for a couple weeks!” your mom announces.

A smile splits up your face and you squeal. It has been way too long since you’d seen your aunt! Plus, FLORIDA! What was it nicknamed again? The Sunshine State? That would certainly be a welcome break from the rain you’d been experiencing.

“That’s awesome! When do I get to go?”

“In a week. So we gotta start getting you packed up just to make sure we don’t forget anything. She said she’d send a list of things you should bring, but let’s throw some clothes in your suitcase first.”

Feeling your heart racing, you follow your mom to your room and help her pack.

^^^^^

The plane ride was long. You weren’t sure how long, but it seemed to last forever. Partially because you had a long way to travel, and partially because you were so excited to see your aunt and be in Florida. Maybe you’d even go to the beach! You tried to get some sleep, but even for your small stature you were a bit cramped—not to mention the old lady next to you was snoring so loud it sounded like a saw on a tree trunk.

Needless to say, you were glad when the plane landed. You grab your carry-on bag—a backpack with three books in it and several kinds of snacks—and get off the plane. You blink in the sudden harsh white lights of the airport and follow the signs to the exit area where your aunt should be waiting for you.

She is. She greets you by calling your name, holding up a poster board with glitter spelling your name. You run down the escalator in the airport and across the roped-off area to get to her.

Both of you nearly topple over as you throw your arms around her.

“It’s so good to see you!” she exclaims as she drops her sign to her side and leads you over to the baggage claim to get your suitcase.

“You too!” you enthuse.

The two of you chat idly while you wait for your suitcase to spin around on the carousel. You find out that her dog is still alive and well but she’s moved to a smaller house than before so she doesn’t have to clean so much.

But mostly she asks about you—how you're doing, what you're up to, that kind of thing. You eagerly supply answers, filling her in on years of your life.

Once you get your suitcase, you wheel it out to her car and she drives you both from the airport to her house. It’s a bit of a long drive, but you enjoy the scenery. The house is pale yellow and semi-attached to the one next to it. You take your suitcase inside. In the living room, your aunt has set up an air mattress with a bedsheet and duvet over the top.

Your aunt instructs you to sleep. You gladly obey. The flight was long and you need to adjust to the time zone.

^^^^^

When you wake, you're struck by how quiet it is. You feel well-rested but something doesn’t seem right. Why is it so quiet?

You get off the air mattress and brush out your hair. As you're finishing, it hits you.

Your aunt’s dog. If he wasn’t barking, then the nametag on his collar was jingling as he plodded around. But there’s nothing.

You call your aunt’s name.

“Yeah?” she shouts from upstairs.

“Where’s Sparks?” you ask.

“Oh he’s probably with the Sanders boy next door,” your aunt dismisses offhandedly. “If you want to play with him you’ll have to go knock and check. He lives on the other side of the wall. If Sparks isn’t there he’s probably napping under the tree out back.”

You blink, staring at the front door. Sanders… Florida… dogs… could it… could it be?

No. It was probably just a coincidence.

Still…

You decide to go investigate.

Taking a deep breath, you walk out into the Florida heat. It’s probably not actually all that hot, but the humidity makes it feel hotter than it is. The air is muggy and seems to cling to the inside of your lungs as you inhale and exhale. The sun is bright and there’s a light breeze—which is welcome since it’s cooler than the rest of the stagnant air.

You cross the shared wall to the other door. For a moment you stand still on the front step, one hand raised and poised to knock.

Your curiosity gets the better of you. Even if your aunt’s next-door neighbor isn’t who you think it is, you wouldn’t mind playing with Sparks a little. The dog hasn’t seen you in years and could do with getting used to you again.

Knock, knock, knock, knock! You rap your knuckles sharply on the wooden front door.

Barking meets your ears. You hear little feet patter over a floor and then scrape against the other side of the door. You smile. Looks like you found Sparks.

The door opens. A man is bent down, holding the collar of the familiar yellow dog.

The first thing you notice about the man is that his hair is… purple. There are hints of brown underneath it but mostly it’s purple. He’s wearing a red shirt with a big yellow star plastered across the middle and jeans. “Whoa, whoa! Down, Sparks,” he commands the dog with a voice deeper than you expected. He looks up at you with brown eyes and smiles. “Sorry about him. He’s my neighbor’s—”

“I know,” you interrupt, trying really hard not to freak out. “He just hasn’t seen me in a while so he’s excited. I'm her niece.” You kneel down and let Sparks take a single bound to you. He licks your face over and over. Over the dog’s shoulders and excited barking, you stick your hand out to the man and introduce yourself, giving your name while trying not to reveal that you're a big Fander.

He shakes your hand. “I'm Thomas,” he introduces himself.

You smile, not wanting to lie. “I know. I've seen your Vines and YouTube videos and stuff. I had no idea my aunt was your next-door neighbor.”

He looks surpsied. “Aw! You know about me?” he asks, looking both flattered and excited—the expression on his face calls to mind his character, Patton. Your grin widens and you nod. “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you!” He glances back into his house. “Would you like to come in for a little while? I'm filming a video but when I'm done I’ll finally get a chance to play with Sparks. Maybe you can keep him quiet until I'm done?”

You snort. “I'm not sure about keeping this bundle of energy quiet, but I can certainly try,” you comment.

He beckons you inside. You cross the threshold with Sparks trying to jump on you the whole time. “Down, Sparks,” Thomas orders again. This time the big yellow dog listens and keeps his paws on the carpet, though you can tell he doesn’t want to.

You watch Thomas finish his video while sitting behind the camera tripod with Sparks on your lap. You pet his head until he calms down, so he doesn’t bark while the camera is recording. Thomas barely looks at you as he talks about his new hair color and reminds everyone about some upcoming things that are happening while you scratch Sparks behind the ears.

After an enthusiastic, “Take it easy guys, gals, and non-binary pals—peace out!” he turned off the camera and plopped onto the floor, looking tired.

Sparks bounded off your lap and into his—nearly knocking the tripod over.

After another couple minutes of awkward interaction, the two of you felt comfortable enough to talk about something other than the dog. Although, you suspect he could talk about dogs for the rest of his life without running out of things to say.

It’s cute.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he requests. Even though he’s looking at Sparks, not you, you assume he’s speaking to you, not Sparks.

So you tell him. You tell him about your hobbies, some of your dreams and ambitions, some things about your family and friends, how you discovered him, that sort of thing. A few times you're not sure if he’s listening or not since he seems to be focused on Sparks, but he asks such specific questions about what you’ve been saying that you know he has been paying attention.

“Now it’s your turn,” you inform him.

And he returns the favor.

It was strange, meeting someone you’d admired and looked up to for so long because he lives next-door to your aunt. Suddenly it felt a bit like you were old friends catching up after a long time apart. Not that you were complaining.

You stay at his house for the rest of the afternoon, just talking and playing with Sparks. You barely mention anything about YouTube or Vine again, and after a while you both seem to forget that you're a Fander. You just become Ms. Next-Door’s niece who’s being friendly and funny, talking and laughing like any friends.

When the time comes for you to go back to your aunt’s for dinner, you give him a hug and takes Sparks with you, promising you’d come back sometime soon just to hang out again.

Thomas smiles and waves as you head back next-door before closing his front door.

Your trip to Florida was already looking very promising.

The vacation of your dreams.

#Dream Vacation #Thomas Sanders #Thomas Sanders Imagine #Thomas Sanders FanFiction #thatsthat24 #thatsthat24 imagine #thatsthat24 FanFiction #YouTube #YouTube Imagine #YouTube FanFiction #Vine #Vine Imagine #Vine FanFiction #YouTuber #YouTuber Imagine #YouTuber FanFiction #Viner #Viner Imagine #Viner FanFiction

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duketheman · 4 years

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Generation 4 Part 4

Skipping ahead seven months

Sunday November 24, 2019

"John Ross comes home for the Holidays"

It's 4:30am & I'm finishing up my cup of coffee & Mary is asleep as she's getting close to the Delivery date & I want her to rest. I'm sure she'll be up before I get back from the Airport with JR! His flight is scheduled to arrive at 6:00am & I'm being cautious as to have plenty of time to park & meet him at the gate! We don't miss Church, so we'll attend evening service tonight! It's 4:45am & I'm on my way to Miami International to pick up JR. Mary is so excited & as for Kellyanne, I've asked George to bring her to the house later! JR wanted to surprise her, so we didn't mention him coming home yet! It's 5:30am & I've arrived at the airport. I park in the Garage & walk across to the terminal to the arrival gate! I go to the coffee shop & purchase a Cinnamon Bun & a cup of coffee, sit down & wait for the flight to land! Ahh, his flight is landing! It 6:15am & late. But no matter, it's here, safe & that's what counts! The airport is just starting to get crowded Thanksgiving holiday & all! It's 6:40am & JR is just getting through Security! I tell: ~JR!!!!~ He sees me & walks towards in my direction. First words out of his mouth: ~Dad, how Kellyanne, God I miss her! Oh you to Dad, how have you & mom been, Is she showing big now?~ I reply: ~We've been fine & yeaaa! She showing real big son! Did Kellyanne tell you she's got a baby sister coming around the same time as you new baby

brother?~ He replies: ~Yea, that's something, isn't Dad! Weird but I like it. They can be best friends! Let's go home Dad, I really want to to see Mom. I miss her so much! Sometimes when I was down & stuck on something I thought I couldn't do; Mom encouraged me & told me I can do anything if I put my mind to it! Just like when I was a kid! She called me allot Dad!~ I reply: ~She's that way son. Always has been. She loves you more than anything! Let's go, she's probably awake & cooking us breakfast as we speak!~ We pick his bags out from the Baggage Carousel, left the terminal & walked across to the garage where my Beamer was parked! It's 7:55am & we're headed for home! We're pulling into our Driveway & it's 9:00am. JR darts for the house! He really missed his Mother! I get the bags & carry them into the house! I open the door & the two of them are hugging each other like it's been years! My wife is crying she's so happy to see her little man! I walk by them with the bags & carry them upstairs to JR's room! I smell food & I welcome it, I'm starving! She's got Bacon, sausage, Biscuits, white gravy, eggs & grape jelly on the table. Grape is JR's favorite! We have Orange juice, milk, coffee & apple juice for Mary. My wife says: ~You boys dig in now, while it's hot!~ Nobody has to tell me twice, I'm hungry! I'm finished eating, & I get up, pick up the table & clean everything up. That gives time for Mary to catch up with JR! Afterall, at 12:30pm, Kellyanne will be here & they're going to be spending an awful lot of time together! I'm done with the dishes, those two are still at it, so I go into the library & read up on seaman regulations! They're constantly changing! Wow, two hours & my eyes are killing me, I need a break! Doorbell is ringing, it 12:25pm. It's George, Lucy & Kellyanne! I invite them in & before I can say anything, Kellyanne sees JR. She yells out in Joy: ~John Ross! 'O John Ross, I didn't even know you were going to be here! When did you get in?~ He replies: ~I wanted to surprise you! I got in early this morning! I've missed you so much Kellyanne!~ She replies:

~John Ross, I've missed you terribly! I'm so happy you're home! How long are are you home for John Ross?~ He replies: ~ I have to leave on January 2, 2020. I'm here until after the Holidays!~ The go into the other room so they can talk! Man, I can't tell who's belly is bigger! Oh well, next month the new ones will be filling everybody's hearts with joy!

Skipping ahead to November 27

It's 7:00am & Mary, myself, JR, George, Lucy & Kellyanne are getting ready to board a flight to Valdosta Regional Airport Headed to spend the Holidays with my parents! Mary's Parents & Julia's Mother will also be joining us at the Mansion! We've checked our luggage & it's 7:30am. Our flight leaves at 8:00am & we're going through Security now! It's 7:55am & we're boarding the plane! The trip is expected to be smooth & take approximately 4 hours with 1 stop. We should be landing at about 12:00pm! I will be happy to see my parents & JR certainly will enjoy seeing all of his Grandparents in one place. This will probably be the last time he'll see his Grandma Rachael! She's been in poor health lately. I'm glad she'll have time with JR! It's 12:05pm & we're landing. We disembark the plane & run through Security. It's 12:45pm & we're heading towards the Baggage Carousel! The ladies are seated so not to put strain on them. They are just about a week from due date! My Father has sent a Limousine service to pick us up because of the amount of people! I spot the Chofer holding a sign with our name on it! I signal him to come & give us a hand! We get a Baggage cart & load the luggage onto it & head for the door. The Car is parked at the loading zone. We help the ladies in the we get in. The Chofer loads the luggage in the trunk! We're on our way to Madison County, just across the State line. About 30-35 minutes from here to the Mansion! It's 1:30am & we're pulling onto the Grounds of Newport Mansion! George says: ~Dang Harry, dis place be beautiful! I ain't neva seen a place be like dis!~ I reply: ~It's just a place to live George! Too big for me!~ My Parents are both outside waiting for us as we pull up! My Mother is quite famous for her Sweet tea & Lemonade! My Grandma Nippy's recipe! She welcome everyone. She kisses me on the cheek & my wife & says:

~We've missed you!~ She shakes the hands of George & Lucy & says: ~You're most welcome here, consider yourselves part of the family. My name is Candace, you may call me Candy!~ She looks at Kellyanne & says: ~Now, who do we have here child? Such a Beautiful young Lady!~ She replies: ~My name is Kellyanne Mam, Pleased to meet you! Mother replies: ~ So polite! Well then Kellyanne, you can call me Grandma if you wish. ~Now everyone, this is Charles, my husband Harry's Father!~ She turns to JR & says: ~Now John Ross, come here my boy & let you Grandma give you some love!~ He walks over to Mother & holds out his arms & my Mother gives her Grandson a hug to remember! She says: 'O John Ross, I've missed you so much! I'm so proud of you & I'm so glad you could make it & spend the Holidays with us!

Rachael, will be flying in tonight, Will & Laura are driving & should be here soon! Our family keeps growing! Now for you two expecting Mothers, arrangements have been made with Madison County Memorial Hospital! I have a Dr Jameson on call in case of an emergency! I believe your Doctor is Kleinpeter? Dr Jameson says that he knows him!

Dr Jameson has with your permission agreed to take over while you're here? Both Mary & Lucy simultaneously say: ~Of course, & thanks Mom, Mary adds!~ Mother calls for Huntington: ~Huntington, please show our guest to their rooms!~ He replies: ~Yes Mam, (looks at us) right this way please?~ George asks: ~Harry, a Butler, well day beat all! Dis place be Beautiful Harry!~ Mother says loudly: ~We've had a late lunch prepared for you, if you're hungry!~ I reply: ~Yes, thank you Mother, I'm quite

hungry!~ George adds: ~Me too, me belly be achin, really achin! Me be thirsty too! Harry, Rich people drink beer?~ I reply: Yes George, my Father was born in Texas. He enjoys a cold Bud once in a while! But he quite likes his Brandy!~ He replies: ~Me too!~ I leave my wife upstairs to change & come down to say a real hello to my Father: ~Hello Father, I've missed you!~ He turns to me & says: ~Son, I've missed you too! I'm so happy you came to spend the Holidays with us!~ He hugs me & says: ~ I love you Son!~ I've always been close to my Father! He's a Good man & has always done his very best for his family! I ask: ~Father, will my Sister & Brothers be joining us?~ He replies: ~Jaime had to make a choice! She's spending Thanksgiving with Bill's parents! They'll be joining us for Christmas! You're Brothers have to work through Thanksgiving because of some bureaucratic meddling! They'll be joining us this weekend!~ Everyone is coming downstairs, let's go into the Drawing room, Huntington will be serving a late lunch! Just some horderves & little stuff like that to hold you over until dinner.~ We all enter the Drawing room & Father asks: ~Drinks anyone?~ George is ready: ~Bud please?~ Father replies:

~Of course George, Would you be a Seaman by any chance my good man?~ aye, Me would Sir!~ Both our wives reply: ~Sprite if you don't mind?~ The kids have already got Coke! I request: ~Scotch on the Rocks~ In comes Huntington: ~Horderves!~ He's serving us one by one! Shrimp, Caviar, Olives, Rolled Ham, & other various treats! Kids ask him if he'd just make the a couple sandwiches & he happily agreed! We sat, enjoyed each other's company toasted the expecting Mother's & my Parents as well as Mary's & of course Rachael! It's nice being around family & friends. I'm really glad we made this trip!

4:00pm & Mary's parents just arrived from Raleigh, NC. They've got to be tired, that's at least a 11 hour trip; allowing stopping to rest & eat! Straight through, mmmmh, I'd say 8 1/2 hours! Either way, it's hard on them at their age! Mary & Mother & myself meet them at the car, & I get their luggage out of the trunk! Laura looks at her daughter & begins to cry out of happiness! She places her hand on Mary's belly, giggles & says: ~I can feel the little guy kicking in their!~ Mother walks up to Laura & says:

~Welcome my Dear Friend, we're so glad you could join us for the Holidays!~ She replies: 'O Candice, we appreciate you guys so much. I wouldn't miss it for the world, & besides; my Baby is having a Baby! Now where is John Ross?~ I reply: ~He's somewhere around here with Kellyanne!~ She replies: ~Kellyanne? Our Little man is not so little anymore, is he?~I reply: ~No Laura, he's in love!~ She remarks: ~Well, that sounds serious!~ I say: ~Yes, it is!~ Mary hugs her Father & kisses his cheek, hugs him again & says: ~'O Daddy, I've missed you so much! How have you & Mom been doing? Have you stayed well?~ He replies:~Yes my Dear, We've been well! I get quite bored with myself since I retired from the University, but it's worth it to spend more time with your Mother! We've missed you too!~ Candace he says: ~Where's Charles?~ She replies: ~Charles has gone to the Airport! Rachael's flight is scheduled to arrive at 5:00pm from Dallas! They'll be pulling in before you know it! Let's go inside?~ We all go into the Mansion & Mother calls for Huntington: ~Huntington, please show my Dear friends to their room?~ He replies: ~Yes mam~ She adds: ~Will, Laura, We'll let you freshen up! We can talk after!~ Huntington grabs their bags & shows them to their room! It's 6:00pm & Father's arrived with Rachael! Mother & I meet them at the car. I open the rear passenger door & help Rachael out. I hug her & say: ~Mom, I'm so glad you could make it! The Holidays wouldn't be the same without you!~ She replies: ~I almost didn't come Harry, I was hurting, but I want to see you & my Grandson one more time before I join my Baby & Jimmy in Heaven! Where is that boy?~ I reply: ~I'll find him for you Mom! He's around here somewhere, he doesn't know you're here yet!~ Mother asks: ~How was your trip Rachael? How are you feeling?~ She replies: ~The trip was fine Candy, I'm just a little tired! How are you doing?~ Mother replies: ~I'm doing pretty good for an old Lady! Come inside & rest, I'll have Huntington take your bags to your room!~ They go inside & I'm in search of my son! There they are, on the swing! I call out: ~JR! Your Grandma Marcantel is here! Go see her!~ He replies: ~Grammy's here, come on Kellyanne, you'll just love her!~ He takes Kellyanne by the hand & heads for the house to see his Grandmother! She has pancreatic cancer & it's spread beyond control! There's no more they can do! This is the last time he'll see her! She's all that's left of Julia besides my son! I go back to the house & go inside! Everyone is sitting in the Drawing room talking & getting to know each other! I ask George: ~How's it going Buddy, enjoying yourself?~ He replies: ~aye Harry, ya be havin a huge family ya be Harry! Me like very allot!~

It's 7:00pm & Huntington announces: ~Dinner is being served in the Dinning room!~ We all go towards the Dining & are seated! George's eyes have doubled in size! I haven't seen this table filled in years, since my Wedding! The food looks Delicious. Tomorrow is the Big one, Thanksgiving! Mother goes all out! We finish dinner & retire to the Drawing room. It's 9:00pm & my Father offers drinks. The kids are drinking soft drinks. The ladies all, except for Mother, request just water. Rebecca needs to take her meds. The remaining four of us have Brandy! We sit & visit & we are truly family! It's 10:00pm & we're all tired! Rachael calls me over & whispers to me: ~Harry, please take me to see my Julia in the morning?~ I reply: ~Of course I will Mom! First thing.... We say Goodnight & retire to our rooms respectfully! My poor Mary, her legs are swelled up, so I run her a warm bath. I wash her back for her, I love pampering my wife! I take a shower & we both get into bed. I rub her legs for her to make them feel better! We lay down & I put my arm around her, resting my hand on her belly! I can feel the baby moving around inside of her, God is Good! Goodnight all!

Thursday, November 28

Thanksgiving Morning

Julia's Grave

It's early, 6:00am, & My son & I are up drinking coffee! The others are still sleeping. I promised Rachael that I would take her over to the East side of the property to see Julia's grave! JR wanted to come along to see his Mother's grave & asked if he could come along! It's 7:00am & Rebecca has come down stairs. I ask: ~Coffee mom?~ She replies: ~No, but thank you Harry! Coffee doesn't agree with me anymore. Maybe some juice diluted with water?~I reply: ~Sure mom, Apple juice okay?~ She replies: ~That will be fine Harry, Thanks!~ She takes out this pharmacy of medication out & begins to take them a few at a time! She asks: ~Harry, can I have a piece of toast, no butter? Just to settle my stomach!~ I reply: ~Sure mom, I'll fix it for you now!~ I give a plate with toast & she nibbles on it until it's gone!

It's 8:00am & I borrowed my Father's car! We're enroute to the East side of the property where our Family Cemetery's located! It's about a twenty minute drive. It's 8:25 & we've arrived at the cemetery. I help Rachael out of the car & the three of us walk over to Julia's grave. Rachael puts her hand on the Gravestone & talks to her daughter with tears in her eyes: ~I'll be with you & your Daddy soon Baby! We all miss you so much! John Ross is here! He misses you too Julia! But he's doing fine! You'd be so proud of him, he's grown into a fine young man!~ She closed eyes and said a prayer. JR took hold of her hand & prayed with her. He said: ~I love you Mom, I've never forgotten how you use to hold me! I never will Mom, I promise!~ I too had my own private talk with Julia, I shall keep to myself! Rachael asks: ~Harry, what a beautiful Headstone! I've never quite seen one like this before!~ I reply: ~Julia always loved the Dolphins! I only thought it right to have them watch over her!~ She replies:

Thank you Harry for that! She always thought they were the true Mermaids of the Sea! She had a whole shelf full as a little girl!~ I place an array of Julia's favorite flowers on her grave! I say: ~Mom, you know we all love you. You know JR & I love you. My Parents love you! Mom, we'd like to move Dad from Shreveport & lay him to rest beside Julia with your permission! Mom, we've a spot here for you too! She's got tears in her eyes & replies: ~Harry, we have nobody in Shreveport! Yes, of course you have my permission! Harry, our Julia loved you very much! God Bless you

Harry!~ We get back in the car & ride back to the Mansion! Throughout the day we all had time to catch up. Later that evening......

Thanksgiving Dinner

6:00pm

Huntington rings a bell: Dinner is being served! May I offer my Heartfelt Happy Thanksgiving to you all. Mother announces: ~Today is Thanksgiving Huntington, & you are considered part of this family. You'll be eating with us tonight Huntington!~ He replies: ~Yes Mam, thank you mam!~ I've never seen Huntington smile before, but he's smiling now!

The twelve of us all go to the Dining room & are seated as such: Mother & Father at each end. Rachael is seated on Mother's right & Huntington on her left. Kellyann is seated next to Rachael & JR next to Huntington. Lucy is seated next to Kellyanne & her George next to JR. Mary's Mother is seated next to Lucy & he Father is seated next to George. Mary is seated on my Father's left & I on his right! My Father says Grace over the Thanksgiving Feast. Amen. The table is set in a Formal matter & with a Feast fit for Royalty, everything anyone could imagine. My Mother always does it right!

We eat drink & be Thankful for the food, love of Family & all God has provided us! God is Truly Good! God Bless us all!

We're finished with dinner & all retire to the Drawing room for Drinks & conversation! Mother decides that it's time that we put some Christmas music on! Tomorrow she will be putting up a tree! She has a 21ft Douglas Fur being trucked in from Atlanta in the morning.

We're singing Christmas Carols, we've only 27 days till Christmas! It's 11:30pm. Rachael looks tired. She needs to rest, I help her upstairs to her room! She's in pain & I ask: ~Mom, is there anything I can do?~ She replies:

~No Harry, It'll pass! I just need to rest! Thank you Harry, for everything! I reply: ~Goodnight Mom, Sleep well!~

I go back downstairs & join the rest of the Family! It's 1:00am & we decide to end the night & retire to our rooms.

Mary's Water Breaks!

We say our Goodnights & go upstairs. While in the bathroom, Mary calls me in: ~Harry, it's time,my water broke!~ I reply ~Darling, it's too early!~ I'm quite anxious by now! She has a bag ready & I proceed to take her downstairs, only stopping to knock on Mother's door to let her know & Mary's parents, who's wanting to accompany us. They'll drive since their car is here! Mother's calling Dr Jameson to meet us at Memorial!

We make Madison County Hospital & its 2:15am. Professor Covington drops us off at the Emergency entrance & I grab a wheelchair & wheel Mary in. I'm going out of my mind & Mary is cool, calm & collective. We get her admitted & Dr Jameson arrives. He examines her & says: ~How are you doing young lady?~ Mary replies: ~I'm having a Baby!~ He turns to me & asks: ~Your the Father, Are you going to be in there with her~ I reply I can be there too?~ He replies ~Yes, of course, better hurry & get ready! She's almost fully dilated, it won't be long! He tells the nurse to have me wash my hands, get me a gown & mask. He has Mary get in a gown & lay on a gurney. The wheel her I to the delivery room & I follow. They transfer her to a Delivery table. The Dr asks: ~Want an epidural?~ She replies: No Doctor, I want this to be natural!~ The nurse says: ~She's fully dilated Doctor~ He replies: ~Good, I want you to breathe!~ I'm watching this as he reaches between her legs, gently grasp this little head coming out of my wife!

Friday November 29, 2019

Time of Birth: 4:11am

Harry Jr. 7 lbs 13oz

He's crying as he comes out. I always thought they had to swat the rear end. I'm evidently wrong! He hands him to the nurse who places him on my wife's belly as he cuts the umbilical cord & cleans the fluids out of his mouth & nose! They wrap him in a blanket & hand him to me, while they clean Mary up! He's perfect & healthy & his Mother his okay too. God is Good, thank you Lord!

They're done cleaning her up, I kiss her & say:

~I love you Mrs Newport, he's perfect. ~ She replies: ~'O my Harry, I love!~ They hand her the baby & she's as proud as she can be! She crying & says: Harry: ~His name is Harold Joseph Jr.!~ She named him after me!

They tell they're taking her to the room & will let me know when I & the Grandparents can come in! I go to the visiting room & give Mary's parents the news. They are ecstatic that they have a new Grandson. It's 5:30am & I call my Mother. I spoke to JR & told him he has a new baby Brother. Everyone is excited to hear the news & are making ready to come to the Hospital. It's 8:00am, my parents, JR & Kellyanne arrive to visit Marry! The Baby is in the Nursery for now & can be viewed through a window. George & Lucy will visit later when I come back to the Hospital! Rebecca is not feeling well & is resting in her room. Mother has hired a nurse to stay with us as long as Rachael needs her! It's 10:00am & I kiss my wife, tell her I love her & I need to go get a couple hours rest & check on Rachael! We'll ride home with my parents & I'll return this afternoon. We head home & Mary's parents will follow so she can get her rest. We get home, it's 10:50am. I go upstairs to check on Rachael & find she's in pain. I ring for the nurse & she explains that she just gave her a shot of Morphine & anymore would be dangerous! She get some cool towels so to bring her temperature under control. I ask: ~Mom, how are you doing?~ She replies: ~It'll pass son, thank you~ She told me to get the envelope out of the Nightstand next to the bed: ~Harry, that letter gives you my Power of Attorney to handle any & all my business if necessary! I'm leaving the house to John Ross! It's his Mother's Childhood home! Please see that it's taken care of?~ I reply: ~Mom, you're not going

anywhere!~ She replies: ~Sure Harry, please do as I ask?~ I reply: ~I will Mom!~ The Morphine's doing its job & she falls asleep! She's a good woman & when she's gone, JR's only link to Julia will be too! He loves his Grammy & she loves him! Cancer took Julia, her Father & now it's taking Rachael!

The Christmas tree’s Delivered

It's 11:35am & The delivery truck is here from Atlanta with the Christmas tree. Beautiful tree Mother has them bring it into the house & set it up in the Grand Foyer. She loves to go big! I'm going to lay down for a couple hours so I can get back to the Hospital! It's 2:30pm & I'm headed back to the Hospital, George & Lucy are accompanying me! Lucy's looking pretty tired & I hope she's okay! George is getting excited about having another child! It's 3:00pm & we arrive at the Hospital! We park, go inside & we pass Mary's parents on the way out! Laura says: ~The Baby is perfect Harry!~ Professor Covington adds: ~Yes he is, congratulations my boy! We're going back to the house. See you there!~ I reply: Thanks, I just want you to know, I'm really glad you could be here! Talk to you when we get back!~ We go up to Mary's room, she's breastfeeding the baby! George is immediately embarrassed so she covers he breast & he relaxes! Lucy say: ~How are you feeling Mary?~ She replies~ Alls well Lucy, the baby's healthy & is a perfect little guy! He looks like Harry~ She smiles & winks at me! I'm so happy they're both okay! Mary asks Lucy: ~How are you Lucy?~ She replies: ~Oh, I'm Ooooo, ahh, I'm doing, ohhhhh, George: I think it's time~ as she holds her belly... George replies: ~Time for what me luv? Oh, Oh naw, now?~ He runs out in the hall yelling for a nurse. Lucy calmly walks out & sits in a wheelchair. Mary says: ~Go with them Harry, until he settles down! I'll be fine, not going anywhere!~ I tell George to settle down, & I ask the nurse to call Dr Jameson! Lucy's water just broke & now George is frantic: ~Calm down George, everything is fine. That's supposed to happen! Weren't you there when she had Kellyanne?~ He replies: ~Me wasn't here Harry, Navy, on a

Ship!~ I reply: ~Okay old man, everything's good!~ He settling down, Doctor's here & he takes her into the exam room! Been fifteen minutes & the Doctor comes out & asks George: ~It's time Mr Richards, coming?~ I say: ~Go with the nurse George! She'll show you where to wash your hands!~ He replies: ~Fer what? I reply: ~So you can be in there with her!~ He replies: ~Me, in der, me can be wit me Lucy? Ohhh, Okay, Me be seein ya Harry!~ He looks awfully nervous, I sincerely hope he doesn't faint! I tell him to let me know when the baby comes. I go back to my wife's room, she's holding the baby! She hands the little guy to me. He's grabs my pinky finger. His grip is strong. Just like when JR was born! I'm holding a miracle in my arms, a new life. I'm worried about Rachael too, I don't think she's got long. She says she's ready, she wants to be with Julia & The Rev!.......

Friday, November 29, 2019

Time of Birth: 7:03pm

Anabel 6lbs 2 oz

It's 7:15pm & George comes into the room: ~Me little girl be born at 7:03pm. She be Beautiful Harry, but Me need a beer!~ I ask: ~What's her name George?~ He replies: ~Anabel Josephine Richards, after me Mum!~ I reply: ~That's a Beautiful name George, is she in the Nursery?~ He nods his head Yes, & we go to see the Annabelle! She's really quite a beautiful baby. George says: ~She got me mum's eyes~ I reply: ~She's Beautiful George, Congratulations old man!~ He replies: ~Well then, Me be thankful to God, & Harry, ifin ya not be mindin, Me & me Lucy be wantin fer ya & ya Mary to be da Godmuder & Fadder, dat is, ifin ya not be mindin?~ I reply: ~George, we will be honored!~ Next he takes me to see Lucy, she had a rough time of it. She went natural too, but was in labor four hours! She's doing well now! George says: ~Me neva see nuttin like it Harry! Dat der Doctor reach down der & he pull me little girl out! Harry, she be so little, when I be holdin her, be like a bird! Awhh Me be Lovin her Harry & me Lucy too!~ I reply: ~I know old man! You call Kellyanne yet & tell her she's got a new Baby sister?~ He replies: ~Nay, Me ferget Harry! Me do now!~ I tell him I'm going back to Mary's room, there's only twenty minutes of visiting time left. Both our wives need to get their rest. Mary & Harry Jr are scheduled to be released tomorrow. I'm back in Mary's room. The nurse just gave me a ten minute heads up! I say: ~Darling, you sure gave us a Beautiful baby. I love you with all my life!~ I kiss & hold her in my arms for a minute. It's 9:00pm straight up & the nurse reaffirms it by telling me, Visiting hours are over. I say thanks, kiss my wife & tell her I will be here at 8:00am to sign her & the baby out! I meet George out in the hall, head downstairs & to Father's car! We head back to the Mansion. It's 10:00pm & we arrive, followed by my sister Jamie & her husband Bill Langley. They drove in from Little Rock! We step out of the car & greet them. I introduce George & fill them in with the news. Been a busy last couple of days. Jamie asks: ~How is Mary & the baby?~ I reply: ~They're doing well & Jamie, Little Harry is absolutely perfect!~ She hugs me & kisses me on the cheek: ~I'm glad Harry, you two deserve all the happiness in the world!~ Then she turns to George & says: ~How are your wife & baby doing?~ He replies: ~Good, me be thankin ya fer askin~ We go I to the house & our parents are waiting for me. They didn't know that Jamie & Bill were coming in tonight? Mother sees Jamie, & is surprised: ~Jaime, I wasn't aware you were coming in tonight! She hugs & kisses her hello, hugs Bob, he's a man of few words! Jaime sees Father, & like a little girl, runs into his arms: ~Daddy, 'O I've missed you Daddy! How have you been?~ He replies: ~Quite well Jaime! I've missed you too! I wish we could see more of you!~ They hug & my sister is reluctant to release him. She's always been a "Daddy's Little Girl". Mother calls for Huntington: ~Huntington, please show my Daughter & Son in-law to their room?~ He replies ~Yes Mam! He takes their bags & shows them to the room! Mother says: ~Tomorrow's the first day of December Son! Everyone will be here, the girls will be home from the hospital & we're going to decorate the tree!~ I reply: ~Yes Mother, I'm bringing Mary & the Baby home tomorrow morning. Lucy & their little one should be getting the next day! Right George?~ George replies: ~Right, Sunday!~ Mother replies: ~Good then, this is so wonderful, I just love Christmas time! God has graced us once again with two new lives, what can be better than that?, Goodnight you two! We tell my mother Goodnight & she goes upstairs! My Father says: ~You both look like you can use a drink! I reply reply: ~Scotch please Father?~ George replies: ~Me too, please, Me be thankin ya fer it Sir!~ My Father says: ~Very well~ He pours us both a Scotch on the rocks. We toast each other, drink our drinks & say Goodnight! Its been a long couple of days but we're Blessed!

Continued

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Evgeni Malkin #2 - Surprise Visit

Anon asked: Hi (: I love your blog, I was wondering if I could make a request? For Evgeni Malkin. With just a lot of fluff and cuddling n'stuff? (:

Second Malkin imagine in a row and one more after. I can’t really be certain where the inspiration for this one came from but here it is. Congrats to the Penguins for their second consecutive Stanley Cup win. Anon, I hope you like this.

During the summer it wasn’t uncommon for you and Evgeni to spend time apart. He would go back to Russia to see family and train and you would stay in Pittsburgh to work. This summer though, Evgeni invited you to come out with him to Russia to formally visit his friends and family. You were nervous but incredibly excited to go but a week before your trip you received a call from your mom telling you that your father had hurt himself doing housework and ended up in the hospital. He was going to be perfectly fine, just a broken foot and some bruises but you decided you needed to be with them. You had already gotten the time off from work so the biggest issue would be telling Evgeni. You were making dinner in his kitchen when you broke the news.

“Evgeni can I speak with you for a second?”

He looked up from setting the table and walked over to you. He slid his arms around your waist and rested his face in the crook of your neck.

You sighed, “something has come up; I can’t go with you to Russia.”

He lifted his head up from kissing your neck, “why not?”

“It’s my dad; he got hurt and I really need to be there for him.”

“I’m come with you.”

You spun around to face him, “no. You need to go see your family, they live so far and you hardly get to be with them.”

His mouth shifted into a deep frown but he didn’t argue. You were thankful for that; you weren’t sure if you could handle that discussion. His flight was a few days before yours so you were able to at least drive him to the airport and see him off. You were afraid he was going to ask you one more time to come with him but he didn’t and you were as relieved as you were disappointed. If he had asked there was no guarantee you would have said no.

A few days later you were exiting your own plane into the small airport of your hometown. You had honestly forgotten how much smaller things were outside of Pittsburgh. The advantage to the small size was the ability to locate your bag from baggage claim and be outside in ten minutes.

Your mom was waiting by the baggage carousel looking like she was trying to suppress a grin. The minute you made eye contact though she couldn’t contain it and let out a laugh.

“Hi mom, why are you being weird?”

“Can’t I be happy that my child is finally coming home to visit me.”

You pulled her in for a hug, “you can be but me visiting has never gotten that reaction before.”

“I’m just happy you’re home.”

“Okay, whatever you say,” you said giving her the side eye.

The two of you walked out to her car and drove the short route back to your parent’s house. An unfamiliar car sat on the curb in front of the house.

“Is someone visiting?”

Your mom pointedly avoided your gaze, “it must be a friend of your father’s.”

You wanted to ask her why she was being so shifty but she hurried into the house before you could do so. You hefted your duffle over your shoulder and made your way up the sidewalk and to the front door. You tried the knob only to find it had been locked.

“Very funny mom,” you knocked on the door, “open up.”

You heard the lock click and stood back as the door swung open. You were expecting your mom to be on the other side teasing you, or even your dad. What you were not expecting was your 6’3” Russian boyfriend to be smiling shyly down at you.

“What the -” your bag slipped off your shoulder and onto the sidewalk, “what are you doing here?”

“You can’t see me so I’m come see you.”

You couldn’t do more than stare at him dumbfounded and someone coughed behind you. You looked to see your mom giving you a pointed look. Though you were an adult who had been living out of the house for quite some time, she never failed to make you feel like a child with that look.

Your mom crossed her arms, “Evgeni here was telling us all about how you canceled your trip with him to come here. Honey you didn’t need to do that; we would have understood.”

“Mom, dad was injured and you needed help. Of course I was coming here.”

“Sweetheart I know that you feel like you have to take care of us but you can’t keep putting others before yourself. When I called to tell you about the accident it was honestly just to keep you in the loop. When you said you were coming to visit I was happy because who doesn’t want to see their child but I didn’t realize what you were giving up in the process.”

You couldn’t find the words to answer so you turned to retrieve your bag from the sidewalk only to see Evgeni clutching it in his hands.

“I’m take to room. You stay and talk.”

He took the bag to what you assumed was your old room. It was where you stayed when you came home and must have been where he stayed as well. Your mom motioned for you to follow her into the kitchen. She sat down at the table and gestured toward the seat next to her.

“How long has he been here?”

“He got in yesterday morning.”

You looked down at your hands, “what has he said to you? It seems he already filled you in on most of the story.”

“He arrived early in the morning and I must say I was surprised. At first I assumed you had come a day early and brought him to formally meet us but he explained that he had planned to take you home to meet his family and at the last second you changed your plans.”

“Dad was injured. I couldn’t not come.”

“You’re just as stubborn as your father. Anyway he explained that he was your boyfriend and he didn’t want to impose but he wanted to see you. He was planning to stay in a hotel but I couldn’t let him do that so I offered to let him stay here. He met your father and naturally they got on like a house on fire.”

You smiled to yourself. Leave it to Evgeni to have your parents charmed in five minutes.

Your mom continued, “I asked him if you knew he would be here and he said ‘no’ and that he wanted to keep it a surprise so you couldn’t yell at him.”

“That’s why you were being so weird at the airport.”

“Well you know me, I’m not the best at keeping secrets.”

“No you’re not,” you agreed.

“All I have to say to you is that this boy clearly cares very deeply about you and you better not let him go.”

“I don’t intend to.”

Your mom reached across the table and laid her hand on yours, “go talk to him. Let him know you’re okay with him being here.”

You nodded and rose from the table. You could hear the television on in the living room which meant your dad was likely watching a game. You poked your head in to see him fast asleep on the couch and figured your reunion could wait until a little later.

Your bedroom was on the second floor across from the home office. The door was slightly ajar so you pushed it open slowly the rest of the way. Evgeni was seated awkwardly on the edge of the bed seemingly waiting for you. Your bag had been unzipped and stuff had been shifted.

“I’m try to help unpack but I’m not know where things go.”

“You don’t need to unpack for me. I’ll get to it in a bit.” You crossed the short distance to the bed and sat down next to him. You took his hands in yours and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Is it okay I’m here?”

“Yes of course. I’m just sorry you skipped going to see your family.”

“I didn’t.”

You picked your head up to look at him, “what?”

“You family too.”

“Oh Geno,” you leaned in to kiss him.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence until Evgeni spoke up.

“I’m think I’m invite parents to our house for Christmas.”

“Our house?”

“Oh. I’m forget to ask?”

“Ask what?”

He turned so his body was facing you, “we know each other long time and I love you. Will you move in with me?”

“Oh my goodness.”

“Is that yes?”

“Yes! Of course!”

You climbed into his lap and wrapped him in a hug.

It was your mother’s shouting that dinner was ready that pulled you back to reality. You reluctantly pulled yourself from Evgeni’s arms and led him downstairs to the kitchen. Your father was seated at the table when you walked in and you bent down to give him a hug.

“I can assume your mother already criticized you on your decision making skills.”

“Oh course,” you replied, “though I think you’ll be happy with the one I just made” “And what’s that?” your mom asked from her place by the sink.

“Evgeni just asked me to move in with him and I said yes.”

“Oh sweetheart that’s wonderful,” your mom said while clapping.

Your father gestured towards Evgeni, “I don’t need to give you the shovel talk now do I?”

“Shovel talk? I’m not know.” Geno answered, confused.

“If you hurt her, you have to answer to me.”

Evgeni nodded and stayed silent.

As dinner was winding down Geno excused himself for a moment. He came back with two horribly wrapped packages and placed one in front of each of your parents.

“Is thank you, for letting me stay in home.”

Your father unwrapped his first to find a Malkin jersey and other assorted Penguins merchandise. Directly on the top of the pile of gifts was a blank ticket. Your father held it up in confusion.

“Is for any game. I’m not know when you can come so is for any home game.”

Your father, who had quickly become a Penguins fan after finding out who you were dating, was clearly beside himself.

“Thank you son. This is too kind.”

“Is nothing,” Evgeni shrugged,

“Forget what I said before. If you,” your father pointed at you, “hurt him, you’ll have to answer to me.”

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