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Concrete Jungle (where dreams are made of) | Flavier

Featuring: Xavier and Fletcher ( @fletchervanhall) with mentions of others Location: NYC, Empire State Building, Millenium Hilton Hotel Time Frame: Afternoon, April 25, 2024 Notes: Fletcher surprises Xavier in NYC and tells him something really important!

FLETCHER

Fletcher shouldered a duffle bag while walking into the hotel DJ told him Xavier was staying at. There was a small prickle of anxiousness sitting in his chest--partly because he had never done something this grand for someone he was in a relationship with, partly because he was literally across the country from his daughter and uncle, and partly because it was the first time since he was a teen that he was back in New York. Fletcher had yet to tell Xavier that he was from The Big Apple or that his parents lived here. As much as he'd let Xavier in, there were still a few things he hadn't shared about himself. Most were just talents of his but these intertwined facts of his hometown and parents were the biggest ones. While Fletcher knew that would change sooner or later, for now, he was focusing on surprising Xavier. He'd been doing his best not to give the prickling much attention if he could help it because he wanted this. He wanted to come and surprise Xavier, and he knew that his boyfriend deserved thoughtful gestures like this.

While he knew the front desk clerk wouldn't give him a key card--least of all to the room of someone of significance like Xavier--DJ told him the room number. So after giving a call home in the lobby to Drew and Emiliana to check in, Fletcher proceeded to the room. Taking the elevator up and walking to the door, Fletcher knocked, placed an index finger over the peephole and said, "Room service, Mr. Mitchell," in a voice entirely different from his own.

XAVIER

Xavier was half-way through a big writing week for the season finale of SNL. He wouldn't have an entire summer to do nothing but he'd have more time at home which made him happy. Even with that known, this week *felt* difficult. Being away from his kids, his boyfriend and his friends was a lot at times and while this would be his last week for a while, Xavier still hated it. He was glad that he was honest with his director about his plans to be home more but it still did create such a void when he had to get on that plane. He had spread out some sketches he had written along with index cards containing cast members names. He wanted to distribute material fairly but also wanted to keep in mind who was more popular. Marcello was deserving of more sketches because of that. He stacked up the remaining cards and left them to the side before moving his papers to join them. His eyes had been burning from staring too long at his pages that Xavier needed a break. Winter had sent him a playlist to his Spotify and he pressed play as he plopped down on the couch. He had a nice Facetime conversation with kids a few minutes prior to start his writing. Xavier hadn't heard much from Fletcher but he assumed his boyfriend was probably working. Wondering if he should order something to eat, Xavier began to aimlessly scroll through Reels when he heard the knock on the door.

Hearing the odd voice on the other side of the door, Xavier wondered if this was some hoax. His co-workers tended to do things like that. "Room service?" He muttered and stood up, making his way toward the door. "I didn't order any..." He tried looking through the peephole and when he couldn't see who it was on the other side, he unlocked his door and opened it. Nothing could have prepared him for seeing Fletcher standing there and happiness quickly replaced his perplexed expression. He smiled brightly as he opened the door wider for him. "Baby...I--what are you doing here?"

And before he could get an answer, Xavier practically tackled Fletcher, pulling him in for a warm embrace as he showered his boyfriend with kisses. "Wait, are you ok? Everything ok?" He took his hand to guide him inside the room. "You're--here!" Xavier chuckled and pulled him back to his frame.

FLETCHER

Fletcher hadn't dropped his hand until the door swung open. His lips tugged up in his crooked smirk and then a toothy grin. "Hi. Hello. Greetings. Hola. Salutations," Fletcher replied to Xavier's shock. He stumbled back when Xavier threw himself at him and chuckled from all the kisses. "Damn, I should find ways to surprise you more often." He hadn't gotten past the doorway but held Xavier's hand and squeezed it. "Babe, yes, I'm fine. Everyone's fine. I just came to spend a couple days with you. I thought I'd surprise you." He slipped the duffle bag off his shoulder and let it set on the floor so he could properly hug his boyfriend. Fletcher kissed Xavier on his forehead and then said, "I missed you, and you looked so sad when you left. So I'm just here for two nights and then I fly back. I know you're working so I wont be bugging you with going places and doing a lot. I figured it would be nice to just be near you when I can, and maybe sleep or bum around here when you have to go to any meetings or anything like that."

XAVIER

Xavier let out a quiet laugh, still completely shocked by Fletcher's appearance. All he could do is attack him with kisses as he had done and stare at him incredulously. "You've got to give me a second here to make sure I'm not dreaming or hallucinating because anything is possible on the little sleep I've gotten out here." He loved surprises and he loved it even more that Fletcher had been the one to do this for him. He sighed out of relief learning that everything was fine and his smile returned quickly as he relished in his boyfriend's embrace. He pulled back a bit so that he could cup Fletcher's face and her smiled widely. "I missed you too and consider me pleasantly surprised. No one's ever...well I...I'm just speechless that's all." He listened to how long Fletcher would be in New York, feeling even happier knowing he'd be flying out to California a day after. "Thank you. This is...I rather like this." His cheeks were burning at the confession. He was usually better versed than that but Xavier was still happily taken aback by the gesture. He kissed Fletcher's lips and smiled. "Sleep. Sleep is so good." He beamed at the thought of Fletcher getting some rest while he was out here too. "I'm so happy to see you. I *was* sad. How transparent of me..." With a smile pulling at the corner of his lips, he remained in his boyfriend's arms before taking his hand. "Come in. I'll show you around my boring room which just got a touch of glitz with you here." he pulled Fletcher inside, taking his duffel bag and placing it on the couch. "This is it. Where the magic happens. It's why I get paid the big bucks. I get a microwave and telly too. Oh, and a fridge for leftovers." He chuckled. "The bathroom is to the left and a little kitchenette over to the right over there. Are you thirsty or hungry?"

FLETCHER

"I could pinch you if it'd help you believe I'm really here," Fletcher said, bringing a hand low on Xavier's butt, priming to pinch him there. He listened and planted a kiss on Xavier's temple and then his lips, slowly returning some of the kisses Xavier showered him with a moment ago. He caught what Xavier stopped himself from saying and then gently pressed his nose to Xavier's cheek, whispering, "If the roles were reversed, I know you'd do it for me." He felt the growing warmth on his boyfriend's skin and smiled before kissing him there too. He held him for a little while and then walked with him to look around the hotel room. He chuckled a bit as well and then said, "It’s a nice room." He took a seat on the edge of the bed and said, "I ate a sandwich on the way over here, but I ate it within the first hour of my flight. Are *you* hungry? Have you taken a break to eat?"

XAVIER

"I say you pinch me anyway." He grinned playfully, his smile never leaving his face as he relished in all the kisses given to him. Xavier places his arms on Fletcher's shoulders and when his boyfriend whispered, he nodded. "Definitely." And while that was true, that Xavier would do the same for Fletcher, it still meant so much to him that he had done this for him. As Xavier showed off his boring room, he smiled listening to Fletcher. "Uh..." He looked over to his work, realizing he only had hotel coffee and some eggs in his stomach. "Don't kill me." He moved to gather his pages into a pile and hide them in book bag before throwing that into the closet. "I've had some awful coffee and some off my omelette from this morning. I should really take a break now and since the most amazing, gorgeous, man has stepped into my hotel room, I really want to take a break with him. Want to grab something at the deli? We can walk around. I'll take you to the Empire State. Let you have your way with me later, you know the usual." He grinned as he looked in the mirror to make sure he didn't look like hell and applied some lotion to his face, hands and arms followed by a spritz of cologne.

FLETCHER

Fletcher didn't wait for Xavier to backtrack before he closed his thumb and index on his boyfriend's ass. He tenderly pecked Xavier's lips a few times and then moved to the bed. He heard the hesitant response and lifted his brows at his boyfriend. And then his face fell to non-amusement while watching Xavier hurriedly gather up his papers. "Oh I'm not gonna kill you. But I *am* gonna make you take a break now. A proper one as you'd say." His eyes stayed on Xavier, following him about as he freshened himself up. Fletcher stood and stretched his arms while walking up to stand behind Xavier. "That sounds like a good idea to me. All of it. Hell, I'd even be fine skipping the trip to the Empire State and going right to the usual," he half-joked, wrapping his arms around Xavier from behind and bending his head to inhale the freshly-applied cologne. "Maybe even skipping the walk too now..."

XAVIER

A soft chuckle fell from his lips from the pinch and Xavier's smile widened at Fletcher's words. "A proper break it is. I'm done with writing for the day anyway. My eyes are going to fall out at this rate." he watched his boyfriend from the mirror and smirked playfully. "Empire State? What's that? Never heard of her." He smiled at the reflection that now included Fletcher and lowered his arms to pull Fletcher's and tighten the grip on his waist. "Mm, boy if you don't stop..." He chuckled and lolled his head to the side so that his boyfriend could get better access to the new scent. "I am as incorrigible as you are, you know that..." He turned slowly, still in Fletcher's arms. "There's always room service...and you're *soo* tired from your flight to walk, I'm sure." Xavier reached up to run his fingers through Fletcher's hair. "It's only been a couple of days but I've missed a lot about you, love."

FLETCHER

"Well we don't want that," Fletcher replied of Xavier's eyes falling out. He held his boyfriend from behind and smiled, kissing his neck and enjoying the enticing scent of his cologne on his skin. He smirked at the way Xavier spoke of the Empire State Building and then shamelessly grinned despite his, "What?" full of false innocence. "Mm, no you're definitely worse, but believe me, I'm not complaining in the slightest." He righted his bent head when Xavier turned around to face him. "I've missed you too. And truthfully, I wouldn't mind a little walk. I'm sure you'd like to get out of this room since you've been working so hard. I disrupted your day so whatever you wanna do today, count me in." He shut his eyes, drawing in a deep breath while enjoying the familiar feeling of Xavier's fingers in his hair, and then he let out a content sigh. "Yeah... whatever you want to do."

XAVIER

“Definitely not,” Xavier laughed softly, watching his boyfriend through the mirror as his eyes rolled back for a moment while Fletcher kissed his neck. He then smirked, his eyes opening again. “Mmm I don’t know. You’re pretty bad too.” He chuckled thinking how they both had a tendency of indulging in one another whenever they wanted caring very little about where they were. They’d always find a way. When they were facing each other, Xavier snapped out of his naughty but pleasant thoughts and smiled. “We’ll go for a walk and we’ll order some room service for supper.” Xavier grinned , watching Fletcher’s reaction. God, he loved this man. He took advantage of his boyfriend’s eyes being closed and kissed his lips. “When we get back I’ll do what I want to do.” He murmured against Fletcher’s mouth and then kissed him again. “See? I have some kind of restraint. It’s quite hard but…” he laughed. “It’s there.”

FLETCHER

“Not as bad," Fletcher argued in between kisses. He certainly did lean into his emotional, intellectual and physical attractions to Xavier. And unless he was absolutely dead on his feet, he never turned his boyfriend down. Hearing what Xavier proposed for them to do, Fletcher nodded, "Sounds good," and then pecked Xavier's lips. While enjoying the small caressing of his hair, he'd been caught by surprise at the kiss but responded in kind in a split second. "That type of restraint will get you into some trouble," he chuckled after opening his eyes. He grinned a little, his lips tugged up a little higher on one side. "Get your shoes on, babe. Let's go take this walk."

XAVIER

“Ehhh you say tomato…” he laughed, teasing his boyfriend, still in some disbelief that he was there with him. He grinned at Fletcher’s reaction to the surprise kiss. “I’m a troublemaker but you love it.” Xavier pressed a quick kiss against Fletcher’s neck and then reluctantly pulled away to grab his sneakers from his bed side. He slipped them on and then grabbed his jacket and wallet. “In the spirit of surprises, I actually have one for you. I was going to save for when I got home but since you’re here, I can tell you.” He took Fletcher’s hand in his opened the door to the hotel room. As they walked out, Xavier gave his boyfriend’s hand a gentle squeeze. “This is the season finale we are working on which you knew but what you didn’t know isssss drum roll, babe…” he grinned and began walking backwards so that Xavier could look at Fletcher. “I’m going to be home for six months.” He smiled widened and he stopped to lean against the wall beside the elevator. “I just have to be in NYC for a special in June and that’s it. I have no big jobs here and I’ll be focusing more on little things coming up domestically. So…” he stood up straight when the elevator arrived, “you’ll get to see this mug more often.”

FLETCHER

"And you say 'toe-*mah*-toe'," Fletcher quipped with his version of a British accent on the produce item. "Damn right you are. And yes, I do." He lifted his brows at Xavier saying he had a surprise for him. Fletcher was about to open his mouth to say something ahead of this, but he closed his mouth and walked out of the hotel room with Xavier--his own phone and wallet still in his pockets. He listened to his boyfriend and glanced just ahead of them to make sure the hallway stayed clear for his backwards strides. His blinked twice as a smile slowly spread across his lips. "No shit?" Reaching past Xavier, he pressed the 'down' button on the elevator and then said, "That's the best news I could've gotten today. Next to my flights all being on time." He flashed a grin at his little joke and then wrapped his arms around Xavier. "I'm glad you'll be around more for a long while, sweetheart." As he drew back to look into Xavier's eyes, he said, "It'll give me more chances to not only show but tell you I love you."

XAVIER

“Are you making fun of me, Rizz?” He smirked, super excited about the news he just broke out and even more excited about Fletcher’s reaction. “Yes shit.” He chuckled and shook his head at his own words. Getting to see his kids and Fletcher and his friends more made him so happy. “I’m glad you like the news. And when I get back, you can help me look for a family car. Something we can put a car seat in and that Drew will feel comfortable in so I can take him places too.” He already had so many plans. He wanted to help Drew with his garden, help his boyfriend more with the baby, take Winter and Henry out more and spend time with everyone. “Me too.” His lips pulled up into a wide grin upon hearing his pet name and at the little joke his boyfriend made. He’d never grow tired of any of this. He was convinced. He wrapped his arms around Fletcher too and Xavier kept his gaze on Fletcher, looking up at him full of joy. His grin melted into a small smile, his lips twitching slightly before he let a soft chuckle fall from him. “You love me, huh?” Xavier whispered before the ding of the elevator went off. He was all smiles, his teeth taking across his bottom lip as he walked into the elevator with his boyfriend. “I love you too. *so much*.”

FLETCHER

"Some people are so touchy," Fletcher easily fired back with the movie quote. He laughed a bit with Xavier and listened some more. "A family car, huh?" Hearing some of the reasons Xavier wanted one had a warmth spreading from Fletcher's hart, out to every orifice of his body. The way that their two worlds were melding was somthing Fletcher hadn't expected and not at the pace it was happening. But he didn't want to fight it. He had no real reason to. He knew how he felt about Xavier and his kids, and he knew Xavier's feelings for him and his family. When the elevator doors slid open, Fletcher headed inside the lift with his boyfriend. "I love you," he clearly repeated, pressing the first floor button and then taking hold of Xavier's other hand as well. "I know you do. I couldn't be more humbled to be loved by you, X." His eyes were fixed on the younger man as he said, "I guess I could've waited until we were on our walk to tell you - make it a little more romantic like you deserve. But I promised I would tell you as soon as I knew." It was a promise he'd largely made to himself and he was committing to it. He kissed Xavier's forehead and then dipped his chin to kiss his lips. "I love you, Xavier Mitchell."

XAVIER

Xavier laughed at Fletcher's quick response, loving the fact that his boyfriend knew the reference. "A family car. If I can get a 7 seater, imagine all the trips we can all take over the summer." He didn't know how to express the fact that Fletcher's confession had made his entire body light up and that he was feeling a pleasant warmth course over his body. He took his boyfriend's hand and listened intently. He has never felt this way toward anyone. Xavier found himself feeling excited about future plans. Long-term future plans that might have scared him to even think about in the past. He smiled as his boyfriend spoke with great vulnerability and genuine intent. Xavier appreciated the openness and the fact that Fletcher had waited until it felt right for him. "What do you mean? This is romantic. It's coming from you and I know it's from the heart and that is what makes it memorable and romantic to me." His heart literally soared and Xavier returned his boyfriend's kiss. "I love you. I could hear that over and over again, you know. I don't think it'll get old. I'll take care of you, Fletcher. I'll take care of your heart." He'd never hurt him. Xavier was his. Glad that no one decided to get on the elevator, Xavier kissed his boyfriend on the lips once more before they got to the first floor. As they walked out, he kept his hand in Fletcher's. "You know, it's funny. Going back to when I first kissed you and how we had our reservations because of our personal lives and everything...now all I can think about is how we came into each other's lives for a reason." He held the door for Fletcher and smiled as he walked out after him. "Thank you for telling me. When it felt right for you. It makes it even more special." They walked hand in hand.

FLETCHER

"You're adorably thoughtful, you know that? A seven-seater sounds like you're gonna be looking at a minivan or a big SUV. Do either of those seem like something you're interested in?" Fletcher knew they'd talked about Disneyland already and figured that was going to be quite the trip in itself for the summer. A new car and a trip for both of their families sounded like a full Summer to him, but he could be wrong. But he and Xavier had time to sort out Summer plans for themselves, their kids and Drew. For now, h was letting himself feel the bit of jitters that he wasn't showing but came with him telling Xavier out loud for the first time that he loved him. He meant it and he was glad that he'd said the words to his boyfriend. "You give me a lot of leeway, sweetheart," he replied, gently disagreeing on how romantic a gesture he'd executed with his first time telling Xavier that he loved him. "Well you're going to hear it over and over from me. Taking care of my heart's more than I could ask for. I love you and I'll do all I can to take care of yours. You're nurturing to me and my family and I can only hope to be that to you and yours whenever you guys let me." Fletcher walked through the door, smiling as he thought back to their first kiss--how unexpected it was, how it completely caught him off guard and how he may have had mixed feelings at the time but was quickly drawn to how kissable Xavier's pillowy lips were. He continued holding Xavier's hand as they walked out of the hotel and down the street. His eyes went to the younger man, and then the building he pointed out - a small smile appearing at the kiss to his knuckles, followed by the sight of the NBC logo and knowing what it meant. And then he circled back to Xavier's question. "I knew before I got here. I've never jumped on a plane for someone before in my life. Booking that flight? Yeah... I knew you had my heart and I wouldn't be leaving San Francisco to come here if I didn't love you."

XAVIER

"Stahppp Adorable I am not but yeah! I'll even get a pair of New Balances and a plaid shirt with cargo short. I gotta get a hat that says *ask me about my dad jokes*." Xavier squeezed Fletcher's hand and chuckled. "What do you think? I can make an SUV sexy." Xavier was already enjoying the idea of being able to mesh both families together for a trip. Ever since Disney was mentioned, he had been filled with excitement. "We're going to have these little fights all the time, I think." Xavier smiled widely. Thinking back to their first kiss, it was one of those times when his extroverted confidence paid off for him. At the moment, Xavier felt that if Fletcher decked him, he'd be valid but everything that happened after continued to pleasantly surprise him and it was pretty clear that they couldn't get enough of one another. "Well, now that I'll be home more, maybe we can arrange our schedules so that I can bring the kids with me to your home and you guys can come by more often like we had discussed. We can stay at each other's places here and there as long as Drew is taken care of. He's important to me so I'm always going to consider his safety, time, and feelings. And Winter and Henry already love Phoebe and spending time with all of you. It's very humbling to see how easily our families do that." Xavier continued walking toward the Empire State. There was a grill and deli shop a few stores down and he was hoping to get some food and goodies on the way back to add to whatever they wanted from room service. Fletcher's explanation made Xavier smile and even blush all over again. "And you say it wasn't romantic. I don't care what we were doing at the time, that's pretty grand gesture of the Rom Com variety. Look out Ryan Gosling...my man's got them all beat." He glanced over to Fletcher and winked. "No one has ever done anything that big for me. Ever. I'll never forget it."

FLETCHER

"Oh Jesus, yeah way to suck all the adorable out of it with that mental image," Fletcher joked. "And if you get that hat, just know it's not one I'll be buying for you. But you *are* for damn sure adorable. Period. End of story." He chuckled a little, "I think it'd be more of a challenge with a minivan than an SUV but in this case, the man's gonna make all the sexiness - not the car. And yeah, we probably are gonna have these little fights. You'll be wrong each time you're denying that you're adorable or cute or anything else that's true about yourself." Time had flown so quickly from when their first kiss occurred. And so much had changed between them from before then and after it as well. He was glad for the changes that followed their first kiss, namely because it led to them being where they were now.

"I like the sound of that. And I love you for taking Drew into consideration. Phoebe too, but she's more adaptable to whatever we decide to do." He smiled a little while thinking of his little girl being back home, and he hoped that she wasn't giving Drew or Emiliana too much trouble. "When I get back, I'll get the spare room arranged. If Winter and Henry don't mind sleeping in the same room, I can put an air mattress in there, or I can set one of them up in the living room so they don't have to worry about sharing space with Phoebe and think on being quieter or shit like that when you guys are over." He thought about investing in a cot or something that might be more comfortable than an air mattress. He was thankful as well for how well their families blended already. His eyes only briefly wandered around their vaguely familiar surroundings before they landed back on Xavier. "I'll hav to add some sorta comedy to it to make sure I cover the 'com' part of this rom-com you've got us in." He snorted at the mention of Ryan Gosling. "You're more than deserving of the gestures, big and small, sweetheart. Don't ever forget that either."

XAVIER

"Gotta get the daddy look going!" He smirked at Fletcher's words and feigned disappointment, placing his free hand on his chest. "I'd have to get it stitched at one of those places at the mall because no way that hat exists." Xavier chuckled, unable to keep his happiness hidden. "I won't argue with you because you're in love with me so you'll probably win most arguments." He laughed, every so often leaning into his boyfriend as they walked. "Well, I want you to go shopping with me next week . I trust your taste and I'm super impulsive so you'd be my anchor." Xavier smiled. He knew that they balanced each other well that way. "So I'll be a sexy daddy in my SUV dating the sexiest daddy. I love how confident you are in my erroneous behavior." He kissed Fletcher's cheek quickly. "We should go to the Brooklyn Bridge tomorrow after I drop off my pages to Lorne and I give you a tour. You'd love Brooklyn. We can hit up some food spots."

"Of course. I know you are a big part of his life and betterment, and I wouldn't take you away or anything like that. If anything, I want to help you and him as much as I can especially now that I'm free as a bird for a few months." He smiled when Fletcher spoke. They were nearing their destination and Xavier had to add, "You know, darling. Your face just lights up every time you talk about her. It's the sweetest bloody thing. I adore it. And Winter and Henry won't mind it at all. The first few months they moved into my house, they shared a room because it felt safer for them. They share a very unique and precious bond. They're super adaptable so whatever I can do to help you figure it out, I will. I have two spare rooms now so I can make a mini nursery for Phoebe for when she comes over with you. Winter will have a field day with that. She's really into interior design like my mum. " He chuckled after Fletcher spoke. "I think you've got the com part covered. I think you're pretty funny."

Once they arrived at the Empire State, Xavier pressed another kiss against his boyfriend's cheek once more. "Thank you. I don't know if you know how much that means to me. You being so thoughtful and all. I'm very lucky." They entered the building and Xavier showed off his City Pass and SAG ID. The young man at the ticket booth seemed thrilled to see a celebrity come up to the booth but kept himself as reserved as possible. "Enjoy your afternoon at the Empire State Building, sir." Xavier nodded and tucked away his pass and ID into his wallet before taking Fletcher's hand again to walk toward the elevator "This is my first time going to the top. I've done the exhibits and I've eaten downstairs. I hear the view is phenomenal."

FLETCHER

"Next thing I know, you're gonna be walking around in sandals with socks on. And we both know you've got better fashion sense than all of that." Fletcher wouldn't consider himself the most fashionable person in the world but he knew how to dress well enough when the occasion called for it. Xavier, on the other hand, regularly had impeccable fashion which was something Fletcher found attractive about him. "Well there's no fun in you already deciding I'm gonna win the arguments. Besides, now that just makes me wanna start stupid shit I know isn't true to see how far you let that go." He smiled a bit and then said, "I can do that. Whether you just wanna look and do some behind the wheel tests or if you wanna drive off the lot in something, I'll be there to help you make sure it's not some suburban-type of car." He chuckled, "I'm gonna remember you said that you love that. And it's not erroneous, it's facts." He listened and nodded a bit, "Whatever you wanna do, as long as I'm not getting in your way."

Fletcher knew one of the other things he loved about Xavier was how understanding he'd been when it came to Drew and the role Fletcher played in his life. And he was grateful to Xavier wanting to help him, even if he himself didn't know what that looked like just yet. "Thank you," was all he could tell him for the time being, and he did. So after lifting their joined hands and planting a kiss on the back of his boyfriend's. Fletcher listened to Xavier some more and cracked another gentle smile. He'd also been happy to hear that the arrangement of them dividing their time between each other's homes seemed doable. "Is that what Winter wants to do when she graduates? Interior design?" He gave Xavier a light and good-natured nudge when complimented that he thought he was funny.

Walking inside of the building had Fletcher glancing around but his eyes caught sight of the badge and then arched a brow. He'd still been following Xavier to the elevator when he asked, "Uh-huh. So, uh, wait, the badge you showed. Is it also some Empire State VIP pass here?"

XAVIER

““Oh no I stop at sandals with socks. “ Xavier grinned, glancing over to his boyfriend. Looking good helped with making him feel good and Xavier did his best to live by that. He was smiling the whole time Fletcher spoke knowing damn well that he was going to let him win arguments easily and was simply teasing. His smile turned into something a little more devilish and he wiggled his brows as if challenging or taking the challenge of keeping it up only to chuckle. “Don’t worry, we will still argue.” Xavier glanced over lovingly every chance he could. He still couldn’t believe that Fletcher had come out to see him. This was a grand gesture in Xavier’s book and he’d always remember this. He was glad to hear that Fletcher was willing to go with him to start some car shopping. In truth, he knew he wanted the McLaren but a family car would be incredibly different and he was excited to shop with Fletcher especially when he wanted him to have a set of keys in case he needed a bigger car. “Thanks, babe. Well got to Volvo for starters when I get back.” He chuckled, loving Fletcher’s feisty spirit. It was just one of Xavier’s favorite things about him. “You’re not getting in my way. You’re saving me from boredom” he had already finished most of his pages and was ready to assign skits. The rest of his stay would be easy and then he’d be home free.

He smiled at his boyfriend, wanting nothing more than to always reassure him that he was going to be there not only for Fletcher but every aspect of his life and that included Drew and Phoebe. His kids also loved them and that made Xavier so happy. “Always.” He smiled at the kiss against his hand. “I think she wants to get into design at some capacity whether it’s interior or fashion. She keeps telling me she wants to look into fashion and design schools so that’s what we will be doing next year.” He chuckled at the nudge, genuinely thinking Fletcher was hysterical and loving that it was just for him sometimes.

Xavier smiled and handed him the city pass and SAG ID unsure which one Fletcher was talking about. “Most people come to the 82 floor. You need reservations for the top deck and an Express Pass to skip the lines. The City Pass is to get easy admission and the ID helps with skipping the lines without a reservation. Usually it’s insane but we’re going to the 102 floor and we will get a panoramic view of New York City. Also, it’ll be more private.” Xavier pressed a kiss against Fletcher’s lips and headed toward the elevator to the top deck where someone was waiting for them to take them up.

FLETCHER

"Well thank fuck there's a line," Fletcher quipped and smirked to his boyfriend. He'd probably float the idea to Henry and Winter to get him some sort of 'dad'-related baseball cap for Father's Day though. "I'm sure we will. Besides, wasn't there a talk about great makeup sex when it came to arguing?" He gave a tiny grin at that and briefly thought about his and Xavier's relationship, mostly about how loving Xavier was in every way possible. While Fletcher didn't have much in the way of meaningful dating history, he'd been with enough people to honestly say that Xavier was the sweetest person he had ever met. He was both strong and gentle at the same time, funny and emotional, thoughtful and easygoing. He was a devoted friend, a wonderful lover, and he made Fletcher feel like it was a true honor not only being in his company but being his boyfriend. He thought about this as they walked and conversed with each other. "Volvo huh? Alright, sticking with the speedy, foreign luxury cars, I see." He winked, knowing full well that while Volvo was foreign to both of them, the McLaren cars were very much British. He chuckled a little, "Boredom? Do you have some other kind of meeting or something before you have to fly back?" Fletcher would only be there for one more night after this evening, but he'd come in the middle of Xavier's NYC stint.

Listening on some more, he took in what Xavier was saying about Winter's design interests. "As long as she keeps knowing she can do anything she sets her mind to and puts in the work for. She'll be great regardless, and she's got plenty of time to explore her options." And when Xavier handed over the two cards, Fletcher realized he'd seen the SAG ID and thought it was what Xavier had shown to gain them access inside. He'd been vaguely familiar with the city passes from his childhood but hadn’t seen one, let alone held one since he was a kid and his class had taken a field trip to the American Museum of Natural History. He remembered his dad being convinced Fletcher would need one while his mom argued that they would just need to send Fletcher with a one-time discounted payment along with the permission slip. Fletcher's dad bought the city pass anyway, only to learn that in the end, his wife was right. Fletcher had been listening to Xavier while staring at the city pass and thinking on the memory, only to mentally swat it away. Returning fully to the present, he handed both badges back to his boyfriend as they rode the elevator up. He met and returned the kiss and stared around at the elevator's interior. "How many times did you say you've been here before? This is your first time to the very top, right?"

XAVIER

"I mean, even I have limitations." Xavier chuckled knowing his line existed way before sandals and socks. At the mention of makeup sex, he couldn't help but smile wider and give his boyfriend a playful sideways glance. "Uh, yes. Main reason I'll pick arguments with you so can have your way with me after and vice-versa." He kept his voice low just for Fletcher. He wasn't argumentative at all and while he didn't mind conflict, it rarely came looking for him. Jeremy was probably the most troublesome person he had met. Going to therapy has helped Xavier with effectively sharing his feelings and conflict resolution. While arguing was healthy and he agreed that is was, he didn't think it would ever get to the point of being explosive however if it did, he had the tools to resolve things. He loved Fletcher and with that came understanding and patience that would help their relationship flourish. He laughed at the Volvo comment, nodding at Fletcher. "I love nice things, what can I say?" he then added, "And it's a super safe brand so I feel like it would be perfect with all the precious cargo I'll be carrying." He smiled, thinking on his work week. "I mostly have to make sure I write all the pages assigned which I have and assign them. I'm due to perform on Saturday obviously but from tomorrow until then, I'm free after I drop off my pages unless I'm pulled into a meeting to discuss anything."

"I want Henry and Winter to follow their dreams, whatever they are and I want to help them accomplish that. Winter has a lot of potential. She's so bright and so good at what she does. She plays around with her school uniform all the time. She tells me how her classmates constantly ask for a 'Winter Original'." Xavier beamed proudly as he thought about his daughter and son. "I think Henry is going to be a Pokemon master. Haven't told him that isn't an actual trade but that's okay." He chuckled once more. He watched Fletcher go somewhere else in his thoughts and tilted his head.

Taking the badges back, Xavier smiled at his softly as he tucked them away into his wallet. "Are you alright, baby?" When they went into the elevator, Xavier greeted the operator and then responded to Fletcher, "It is my first time at the top. I've been here a couple of times since I'm right down the block . Usually to get my mind off things or wake up and get some coffee. The restaurants are nice and the shops too. There's so much here. They even do a movie night. I think Mama Mia is happening tomorrow? It's magnificent how much operates in just one building. I'm glad I'm going to the top with you though. It seems right."

FLETCHER

"And thank god for that," Fletcher quipped even though he had full confidence in this already, given Xavier's fashion sense that was always on display. He grinned at the look on the younger man's face as well as his response about make-up sex and murmured a, "Good," as they continued walking. And while Fletcher knew he could be stubborn and was often blunt, he was grateful for Xavier's maturity as well as his own, particularly when it came to things that truly mattered. He wasn't bothered in the least by Xavier liking nice things. "I like them too sometimes, I just can't always afford them," he replied with a single, light chuckle. It wasn't meant as any sort of dig or even to comment on the difference in their finances and income. Fletcher was just very matter-of-fact when he wasn't being so obviously sarcastic. "I'm looking forward to us taking a look around." And when he heard what all the rest of Xavier's week was likely going to be, Fletcher nodded a bit and then said, "Look at you, getting ahead on your work. Good job, X. And if you end up in meetings or something while I'm here, I can nap it out at the hotel."

One thing he’d quickly grown to love about Xavier was how caring a father he was. Winter and Henry were his children in every way that mattered and he’d been a loving, doting and nurturing father to them which from what Xavier had told him, both children had been lacking–Winter in particular. “You will help them, and because you will, they’ll be great in their paths in life.” He’d really had no doubt in that and knew the two kids were just as lucky to have him as he was, them. He smiled a bit, “Maybe he’ll be able to channel that Pokemon mastery into a career path. Hell, if I knew as a kid that people made money from playing video games, maybe I would’ve gotten into them more than I did.”

When asked if he was alright, Fletcher glanced down at Xavier, “Yeah, just thinking is all but I’m listening.” He leaned over and pressed an assuring kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead and then heard him answer about the Empire State Building. “A movie night, huh? I didn’t know that.” He cracked a small, crooked smile about it seeming right for Xavier and him going to the top together. “Another first with me, huh?” He’d looked to the doors as the elevator slowed to a stop but spoke to Xavier again. “I’m glad we’re doing this together too. The view’s gonna be wild, I’m sure.”

XAVIER

Xavier let a light-hearted chuckle fall from his lips as he walked hand in hand with his boyfriend. He enjoyed all of Fletcher's reactions to his responses and the banter they partook in was just one of Xavier's favorite things about their relationship. A gentle smile appeared against his features at Fletcher telling him he liked nice things too but couldn't always afford them. Xavier was just happy with the chance to spoil him and his family. "Yeah, and this economy is bonkers too but I hope you'll let me continue spoiling you." He nudged him with a grin. He would never want to make his boyfriend uncomfortable but he'd try to do little things here and there for him. "Me too! And I must get a car seat for Phoebe too so you can help me with that since I'm clueless about those things." He did feel very accomplished with his work in his last week in New York City but he owed it all to wanting to get home and spend all the time he could with the people he loved. "Thank you, thank you. A nap sounds nice! You need it, that's for sure, baby."

Thinking about the future of his children worried Xavier but he also looked forward to seeing them grow up. They have only been in his life for such a short time but he felt like they have been a family forever. Imagining Winter going off to university and Henry starting high school often got him teary-eyed. They meant so much to him. "Thank you for saying that. I plan on making sure they get where they want to be." He smiled at Fletcher's comment. "Yeah, I mean look at Riley but what you're doing now, you're incredible at it. You have such a talent. I know I'm biased here but I mean it. I've seen your Instagram, and seen the comments from people who admire your work. Now that you've mentioned it though, I'm curious about Fletcher as a kid. When you were Henry's age, what were you into?"

Smiling at the kiss, he then nodded in response to the movie night. "Yeah, it seems nice." Xavier laughed and waited to be out of earshot from the elevator operator and murmured, "Always popping my cherries." When they stepped out, Xavier's smile widened immediately. There weren't too many people at the top mostly because it was mid-week in the middle of the day and because reservations were hard to get but man was it breathtaking. "Oh, wow. Take a look at that."

FLETCHER

"Tell me about it," Fletcher agreed when Xavier commented about the economy. But he squeezed his boyfriend's hand. "As long as you don't go crazy with it, you can still be my lowkey sugar daddy," he teased a bit. Considering much of the spoiling had been for his family and not him directly, Fletcher had been fine with it. The fact that Xavier was keeping his uncle and daughter in mind while talking of car shopping for his own family was spoiling for him. And Xavier organizing the sip and see for Phoebe was extremely sweet as well. He knew the gift giving was a love language of Xavier's as well and since Xavier wasn't taking away from Fletcher still being able to do things for himself and his family, he wasn't bothered. "Don't worry, babe, I'll help you out with the car seat."

He'd gone from thinking about a nap to thinking about Winter and Henry and he smiled a bit, listening to Xavier. "I know you will." He nodded a bit, "Yeah, although Riley makes money from designing the games, not playing them, right?" And when Xavier turned the conversation to him, Fletcher took the compliments in humble silence but raised a brow when he asked about him when he was younger. "Young Fletcher was a little shit. Just ask Drew," he snorted and then abruptly stopped. "Actually, don't ask him. He's got too many stories." He glanced up in thought and let out a pensive sigh, "Let's see, when I was around Henry's age, I was into the Niners, *Xena: Warrior Princess*, *Street Fighter* and *The Legend of Zelda*, and being a little shit to anyone who criticized or made fun of me. What were you like?"

He grinned at Xavier's cherry-popping comment and then quipped, "And what an honor it is." He stepped out of the elevator but his gaze had been on Xavier until the younger man indicated the view. Fletcher looked out and gently parted his lips. He'd never seen NYC like this before and all he could manage to say then was, "...Shit..." at the seemingly endless skyline. "What a view."

XAVIER

"Oh, yeah? I kinda love that." He grinned at his boyfriend's words, glad that he was open to him getting him a few things here and there. He brought their joined hands to his lips and kissed Fletcher's knuckles. "Thanks, love." Xavier smiled at the other, keeping his gaze on him when Fletcher wasn't looking. It made him incredibly happy having the older man in his life and to hear that he felt the same as Xavier did had put him on cloud nine. He felt so lucky to have found someone to share all the big and little things with and was even more grateful that it seemed to have happened at the right time for both of them. It was one of those times where the stars really did align.

"That's right. Luna does the playing." He chuckled, finding it curious his best friend and Khamani's wife found each other on that island. It really was wonderful how they were all in each other's lives now. "He started telling me a few things but hasn't gone to deep into stories. I'll get some from him soon though. I'm sure you were a little shit though." He laughed. "Oh no, no. You've activated curious Xavier and you know I'm relentless." Xavier bit his bottom lip as Fletcher went on. "Oh! Xena! I love Xrna and Hercules too! All the greats I see and of course you were dishing it out even then." Xavier flashed him an easy-going smile. "Me? I was bossy. Always telling Clayton what to do and just wanting things a specific way. My dad insisted I was a perfectionist but I'd say I just liked things a certain way." He smirked. "Had a great deal of anxiety so I joked around a lot to get over it. Was the class clown, loved to hear people laugh. There was always something electric about it all. I was obsessed with Toy Story especially Buzz Lightyear. Power Rangers were everything to me aaaanddd I had a giant crush on the pink ranger."

Xavier then laughed again. "And the green ranger." He sighed softly and then let his gaze fall on the scenery before it shifted toward his boyfriend. "Yeah...shit." He walked over to get the best view of the city line and beyond. "This is truly stunning. I see why it's considered so romantic." He wiggled his brows comically and chuckled. After a few minutes of taking it all end, he added, "Thank you for coming here. Grand gestures...they're kind of my weak spot you know." He gave Fletcher's hand a squeeze, "thank you, my love."

FLETCHER

"Want me to start calling you 'Sugar' or 'SD' for short?" he joked although he wasn't totally opposed to calling Xavier 'sugar' when he already called him 'sweetheart'. Both were fitting pet names for his boyfriend in his eyes. There were moments where being there in NYC with him felt absolutely surreal. But the hand squeezing and kissing with Xavier grounded him all over again. Eventually, he'd end up telling him how this wasn't his first time in the big apple and how he'd actually been born here and still remmwbered parts of it from childhood. But now wasn't the time to open that Empire State-sized can of worms.

"Ugh. Yeah I'm sure it won't take much for you to get those stories from him," he replied with a faux soured face. "But yeah, I was. Drew and the assistant principal knew each other on a first name basis when I was in middle school, and I wasn't much better for most of high school." He wasn't necessarily proud of it now but back then, it took him time to grow up and mamage his anger and resentment in ways other than mouthing off to people and getting into fights. He smirked and raised his brows, a bit surprised hearing that Xavier was bossy. "Really? That's hard to picture, you being bossy. But how much did your brother actually listen to you?" The organization made sense. He knew Xavier kept a clean home and car, and when he cooked, he was good at cleaning as he went. "Class clown doesn't surprise me but Toy Story, huh?" He liked learning these things about Xavier, including the Power Ranger crushes. "I mean, who *didn't* have a crush on Kimberly?" he chuckled a bit and then grinned when Xavier added the green ranger to his crushes.

He took in the view around them, still keep his hand in Xavier's while committing as much of the moment to memory. Not just the sight but being up there with someone he loved and felt glad to be sharing this moment with. He looked to Xavier, really looked into his eyes and smiled warmly. "I'm learning that. And I'm glad we did this." He kept his eyes on his boyfriend for a bit longer before leaning in and kissing him on his full lips. His free hand came up to cup his jaw and cheek and when he drew back, he told him, "I love you," followed by another brief, tender kiss. "Do you want to take a couple pictures up here before we head back down?"

XAVIER

Xavier smiled at the pet name. “Sugar reminds me of Rogue from X-Men.” His smiled widened a bit more at the thought. “I’ll just call you mon amour.” Xavier adored the idea even though every time Fletcher called him ‘sweetheart’ , it did something to him. He couldn’t explain it but he knew he loved it.

Xavier listened intently, smiling as Fletcher spoke. He knew that the other had been a trouble maker when he was a lot younger and knew that Drew was responsible for his turn around. “And look at you now. Still a trouble maker but in a hot way.” His smile grew some more. “But seriously, thank goodness for Drew. You just needed the right guidance and he made sure you got it. I wonder if we would have been friends. Like, if the age gap wasn’t a thing. And yeah really! I was bossy but Clayton never listened.” He laughed and shook his head thinking about growing up with his twin and with Riley and Athena. “He fell in loved when he was 12 and never looked back.” Xavier smiled. “Look, Toy Story was all the rage. I really wanted to go to Disney World and meet Buzz and get all the merch. We never go to as kids but my parents threw me a Toy Story birthday party and got a character for it and it was delightful.” When Fletcher made his comment about Kimberly he laughed and nodded. “Right?! And Tommy was a crush no one knew about. Not even Riley or Clayton. Tommy and Prince Caspian are responsible for my bisexual awakening.” He shook his head at himself and then directed his attention to the view. He was sure that he had never felt this way about anyone. Xavier loved Fletcher fully and wanted to have more memories like this one with him and their families too. There was nothing in the world that seemed more special.

“Me too.” Xavier whispered, his gaze flickering up to meet Fletcher’s. The slight breeze gave him a little chill down his neck as he returned his boyfriend’s kiss, raising his free hand to rest against Fletcher’s.

He smiled hearing the proclamation for the third time that afternoon and Xavier knew he’d never grow tired of hearing it. “I love you too.” More than he’s ever loved anyone romantically. “And definitely. I’ll make it one of my lock screens and put it on my desk.” He smiled as he pulled his phone from his pocket before accessing the camera and turning it to selfie mode. “You have longer arms, you do the honors.” He handed Fletcher the phone and then pressed a kiss against his cheek as one of the poses.

FLETCHER

"I mean, I could say it in a raspy, Southern accent whenever I say it if that does something for you," Fletcher replied seriously, despite the twitch of his lips.

Hus lips did end up forming a sly smirk though and he quipped, "No regrets," at being called a troublemaker by his boyfriend. "Yeah I owe Drew more than I could ever say or do for him." Fletcher knew it wasn't the first time he'd said something like this to Xavier but it was no less true then as it was now. "It's hard to say if we'd be friends or not. I wasn't the kid who gave other kids the 'let's be friends' vibes. I could probably count on one hand the number of people who were friends back then. Weirdly, even though I wasn't the most openly friendly, it didn't really seem to stop people from trying to talk to me or be friends or whatever though." He remained a tentatively listener to Xavier and softly grinned. "Your love for Toy Story's adorable. Are there pictures somewhere of you from this birthday party? But Tommy and Prince Caspian, huh? You like your brunettes, don't you?" He chuckled and kissed the side of Xavier's head, and then got to looking at the view with his love.

While he prepared to take his phone from his back pocket, he listened to Xavier and chuckled, "Oh is that all?" He smiled and then chuckled again, accepting Xavier's phone. "Sure thing, sugar," he answered with his best Rogue impression, positioning the camera and smiling softly as Xavier kissed his cheek. He took the picture and then turned his head to nuzzle Xavier's temple for another picture before muttering, "C'mere," tilting his head to meet his lips for a kiss. He remembered to tap the camera button a couple of times before drawing back and then asked, "Should we take one where we're *both* looking at the camera?"

XAVIER

Xavier glanced over at his boyfriend with a smirk and then chuckled softly. "You do that and we're not leaving the hotel room after we eat."

"hm, I bet." Xavier kept his smirk. "Bad influence is what you are." He replied playfully thinking how much he loved Fletcher for who he was. He then smiled gently at the mention of Drew who had become someone Xavier respected and appreciated in such a short time. "Remind me to thank him a million times for everything." He was a rock for Fletcher. He was his boyfriend's anchor and he'd go as far as saying he was his savior and if not for him, perhaps Xavier would have never met him and his boyfriend wouldn't have had the opportunity to know what true parents were like. "I could see that. All of that. I was a little awkward. A lot went into that with being one of the only black kids in my class raised by a white family. So comedy...that's how I made friends. But I probably would have been one of those trying to be your friends." He sighed, holding on to Fletcher's hand, enjoying the easy conversation. He felt his cheeks flush at being called adorable for liking Toy Story. "Aw shucks, thank you." He then nodded. "I know my parents have tons. I'll have them send me some to show you. Also, just remembered their Facebook has photos. And you know what? yeah, I do—troublemakers with a big-ass heart brunettes. I'm a giant sucker for those." He laughed as well, completely engrossed in their moment.

"Yeah, that's all." He chuckled too and then bit his lip as he smiled at Fletcher's Rogue impression. "Oh, you're in trouble now." Forgetting they were taking pictures, Xavier closed his eyes momentarily as his boyfriend nuzzled his temple, letting a soft laugh fall from his lips before they were met with Fletcher's pair. He nodded at the question that came next and Xavier softened his gaze, admiring his troublemaker before looking at the camera with a giant smile.

Once the photos were taken, he pocketed his phone and continued admiring the view. "We'll get our sandwiches to go and then you can do whatever you want with me." His gaze flickered up to meet his boyfriend's eyes. "Make some fantasies come true. Anything." He reached up to gently run his fingers through the side of Fletcher's hair. "Proper thank you for coming out here for me, mon amour."

FLETCHER

"You say that like it's a threat, but all I hear is a challenge." Fletcher met his boyfriend's smirk with one of his own and started thinking about Southern accents.

"Moooi? A bad influence?" He said, faux shock with his free hand pointing to his own chest. "Well that's just painfully accurate." He knew as much and didn't actually have a problem with this description of himself. And he listened to Xavier, speaking kindly and highly of his uncle while not knowing the full extent of how much Drew deserved all the thanks. One day, Fletcher would tell him about his parents and why he ended up I'm Drew's care, but today wasn't that day. He was far too happy and had plenty to relish about their time and having told Xavier he loved him. He listened to the younger man and sobered a bit hearing some of the reason behind Xavier leaning into comedy and being the class clown. Fletcher squeezed his hand, "I can't imagine what that had been like growing up especially. The fucking stupidity of some people." He lifted their joined hands to kiss Xavier's, and then let their hands remain held at their sides. A small grin appeared at Xavier's "type" and then he chuckled, "A half dozen tattoos might be a bonus to that, hm?"

He'd taken a few more pictures for them and then arched his brows, "No, no, I'm the trouble-maker, not the trouble-getter." He kissed Xavier on his lips and had taken a couple more pictures before handing the phone back to his boyfriend. "Oh really? Hot damn, sweetheart. Say less." He smirked and pressed another, lingering kiss to Xavier's lips, his free hand cupping Xavier's neck while gliding his thumb along the Brit's jaw. "We better get outta here or we'll never make it to getting sandwiches."

XAVIER

"Take it as you will." Xavier shook his head all the while stealing a glance at Fletcher's smirk only for his lips to do the same.

"Uh yes! But I kinda sorta love this bad influence so I guess it's okay." Xavier teased Fletcher. He loved the way his boyfriend challenged him and taught him new things. He had become open to exploration he wouldn't have known about if not for meeting him and it was just one of the reasons Xavier had fallen for the other. He smiled softly at Fletcher's reaction to how and why Xavier had chosen comedy. "Mm. I blame the parents. I always said if kids are out there spewing unkind things, what are the parents teaching them? It's okay though look at me now, bitches!" He laughed. "Kidding. Kind of. Nah, eat shit." He laughed again, his expression melting at the sight of Fletcher kissing their joined hands. Little gestures were just as incredible as the big ones. "The tattoos were definitely a bonus. I got myself a baddie." He playfully nudged Fletcher with his shoulder and grinned.

"I think you can be both." He laughed and kissed his boyfriend. If he could, he'd devour him there. Xavier took the phone from Fletcher and quickly sent them to him, a smirk landing on his face at Fletcher's words. He looked up at him and returned the kiss, turning to face him completely, a sly little smirk playing against his lips. "We need to eat. Sustenance. I saw my trainer this morning so I have a lot of energy..." He chuckled and went back to taking Fletcher's hand, gesturing toward the elevator. "I need you to wipe me out."

FLETCHER

"You know I will," Fletcher quipped. And then he gave Xavier a questioning glance, "You *kinda sorta* love the bad influence thing?" He pecked Xavier's temple and then gazed out at the skyline as the two of them continued to talk. But his eyes fell back on his boyfriend when they got back to talking about what kids were like when Xavier was growing up. "Eh, yeah parents can be a big part but other dumbass people are influences too. Peer pressure and shit like that. I'd had idiots I'd gotten into fights with because their friends were idiots too and they were just copying what the other was saying or doing." After squeezing Xavier's hand, he said, "Yeah you better own that. You're amazing, smart, handsome, loving, sexy, successful, and funny." When he lowered their hands between them, he chuckled, "The baddie and the zaddy," pointing between the two of them.

"Eh, I can be and I have been. But in this case, I just wanna make a little trouble." He kissed Xavier deeply, only reluctantly lightening the kiss to mutter against his lips. "Didn't you say room service was a thing?" He kissed the corner of his mouth and to his jaw, heading to his neck where he murmured, "You need that, huh? Well I've been sitting on an airplane for hours so I've got plenty of energy that needs to be used up." He nipped Xavier's ear and then lifted his head, "Let's go. You've got me wanting to show you how much I love you, and wanting to fulfill that need of yours all at once."

XAVIER

Xavier loved the banter. Fletcher never had a problem keeping up and conversations were always easy even when they were teasing one another. "Okay, I really fucking love it." He smiled at the kiss against his temple, sighing contently. Even amid heavier topics, Xavier and Fletcher found ways to support each other and still find some levity. He nodded in agreement to Fletcher's response. "You're right. There was plenty of that growing up. Sorry that you had to deal with it too." Xavier listened intently, a smile forming on his lips, the warmth rising in his cheeks. If he smiled any harder, his cheeks would begin to hurt. "You're complimentary today." He grinned once more. "Ohhh I like that. The baddie and the Zaddy." Xavier knew he had struck gold with Fletcher and he'd make sure his boyfriend was reminded of that as often as possible.

"Only a little?" Xavier closed his eyes, returning the kiss as a part of him wondered if there was anywhere they could run off to but thankfully the hotel wasn't too far away. "Room service is always a thing..." He bit the inside of his cheek and then the corner of his lips as he tried to focus. By now, Fletcher knew exactly where his weakest spots were and he was hitting some of them now. "Mm hmm. Desperate." He barely got the words out secretly wishing there was no elevator operator. "There are better things you can do for hours." He chuckled, grabbing his boyfriend's hand and pulling him toward the elevator to leave for the hotel.

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“I always felt like the kid that sat at the foot of the gods,” said Treat Williams, who has died aged 71 following a road accident. And it is true that the first decade of his movie career was dominated by one high-calibre director after another.

John Sturges put the doughy-faced, darkly handsome actor toe-to-toe with Michael Caine in The Eagle Has Landed (1976), adapted from Jack Higgins’s novel about a plot to kidnap Winston Churchill. Miloš Forman gave Williams his first lead, as the hippie Berger in the screen version (1979) of the 1967 musical Hair. He was an ill-tempered army corporal in Steven Spielberg’s wartime comedy 1941 (also 1979). Sidney Lumet drew on his cocksure swagger and his air of moral ambiguity in Prince of the City (1981), a thriller about police corruption. And Sergio Leone cast him as a union boss in the gangster epic Once Upon a Time in America (1984).

It was Lumet’s film that announced Williams as a formidable talent, with a special aptitude for ensemble playing. He starred as Danny Ciello, a corrupt drugs squad detective who becomes increasingly isolated as he informs on his colleagues in the elite Special Investigations Unit. The character was based on the detective Robert Leuci. Williams lived with Leuci while preparing for the part. He also attended drug busts and hung out with police officers. “By the time we started rehearsals, I was thinking like a cop,” he said.

Janet Maslin in the New York Times commended the “playful, arrogant, effectively brazen quality” of his portrayal. Equally integral is the seam of self-disgust that runs through Ciello, first when he is exploiting his power over drug addicts and dealers, then when he turns on his own kind.

Williams went on to display a menacing eroticism in Smooth Talk (1985), directed by Joyce Chopra and based on Joyce Carol Oates’s 1966 short story Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? When he turns up in the second half of the film as Arnold Friend, a vision of adult masculine prowess that the teenage protagonist (Laura Dern) seems to have been yearning for, he is simultaneously ridiculous, alluring and intimidating.

Williams was born in Stamford, Connecticut, and raised in nearby Rowayton, the son of Richard, a pharmaceuticals executive, and Marian (nee Andrews), an antiques dealer who also ran a sailing school. He was educated at Kent school, Connecticut, where he first began acting, and at Franklin & Marshall College, Pennsylvania. He studied in New York at the Actors Studio, where his classmates included Mickey Rourke, and was hired as understudy to four parts (including Doody, played on stage by John Travolta) in the Broadway production of Grease. Eventually he took over the lead role of Danny Zuko, which he played for three years.

Having already appeared on stage in the London production of The Ritz, Terrence McNally’s comedy about a hounded businessman hiding out in a gay bath-house, he was then cast in Richard Lester’s 1976 movie version.

Auditioning for the film of Hair was a lengthy and arduous process. During his 12th audition, he recalled: “I started removing all of my clothing. At the end of the monologue, I was standing stark naked in front of them … They applauded, and I told them: ‘This is all that I’ve got, I don’t know what else I can give you.’” It was enough.

Discouraged when Hair, 1941 and the comedy Why Would I Lie? (1980) continued a run of box-office flops, he began an alternative career flying planes in Los Angeles. A call from Lumet, who was looking for an un-starry and largely unknown cast for Prince of the City, put him back on track.

He continued to alternate between film and theatre, following Lumet’s picture by appearing in Ohio in Carlo Goldoni’s farce The Servant of Two Masters and on Broadway taking over from Kevin Kline as the Pirate King in The Pirates of Penzance. On television, he played the boxer Jack Dempsey in the TV movie Dempsey (1983), Stanley Kowalski – opposite Ann-Margret as Stella – in A Streetcar Named Desire (1984), the title role in J. Edgar Hoover (1987) and the super-agent Michael Ovitz, co-founder of CAA, in The Late Shift (1996), for which he was Emmy-nominated.

In Things to Do in Denver When You’re Dead (1995), he played a thug working as an undertaker and using corpses as punch-bags. He was also in the noir-ish Mulholland Falls, the superhero adventure The Phantom (both 1996) and the thriller The Devil’s Own (1997), starring Harrison Ford and Brad Pitt.

Better than these were two projects that displayed his versatility: the monster movie Deep Rising (1998), in which he does battle with sharp-fanged sea-serpents, and The Deep End of the Ocean (1999), starring Williams and Michelle Pfeiffer as a couple reunited with their son many years after he was kidnapped.

He starred in Woody Allen’s Hollywood Ending (2002), played James Franco’s father in Danny Boyle’s 127 Hours, and the writer Mark Schorer in Howl (both 2010), which also starred Franco as Allen Ginsberg. He had a recurring role on the series Everwood (2002-06), as a widowed neurosurgeon settling in Colorado with his children, and on the cop drama Blue Bloods (2016-23). He also appeared in many Hallmark channel productions, including the series Chesapeake Shores (2016-22), as well as the Netflix musical Dolly Parton’s Christmas on the Square (2020).

He is survived by his wife, Pam Van Sant, whom he married in 1988, and their children, Gill and Ellie.

🔔 Richard Treat Williams, actor, born 1 December 1951; died 12 June 2023

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Soulmate/ 1

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 3.6k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, face riding, cum eating, riding, sex from behind, multiple orgasms, one bite on the arm, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"So your coming over later right?", Hobi asks over the phone

"Tonight? I dunno Hobi. I got work tomorrow", I say, "Besides don't you have practice or songs to write or whatever?"

"Yea but I'm stressed out and I need you."

I snort, "You don't need me Hobi. You just want sex and I'm the one giving it to you."

He pauses, "That's not true. You're the only person I've ever done this friends with benefits thing and we agreed not to sleep with anyone else for now."

Hell yea

I didn't want any diseases

Neither did he

"Beside you want it too.", he adds

"Do I?", I ask sarcastically

"Fine. If you tell me right now you don't want it tonight, then I won't bother you about it....for now", he challenges

Usually I'd take a challenge and make him wait but he's right

I do want it

It's been a week since he had any free time and I miss him

"Well I didn't say that", I give in

"Ha...I told you."

"Well.....shut up!", I say

"So you're coming? You can stay over too and leave for work in the morning.", he says hopefully

"Yea fine. I'll be there in an hour.", I say

"An hour?", He exclaims

"Yeah Hobi, I have shit to do! Besides you'll get me all night. You can wait an hour. Christ.", I snap

"Ok fine. I'll see you later."

We hang up and I sigh

I get up and start packing some clothes for tomorrow

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Jung, Hoseok better known by his stage name, J-Hope, is my best friend.

I moved to Gwangju, South Korea when I was 15 from New York

I was a bit of a wild teen and my mom couldn't control me

My dad passed away when I was young

I got in with a bad crowd and did some things I'm not proud of

I think my mom drew the line when I got arrested

Granted she didn't like the tattoos I got- a sleeve on my right arm that I spent a year getting and one on the my right side of my torso- all at a place that didn't ID or really care as long as they got paid

O the piercings on my face- eyebrow, lip, nose, tongue

Or the way I dressed

Or the color of my hair

Or anything about me really

She especially hated it when I came home drunk

But being arrested for stealing and underage drinking was the last straw

My mom had my brother and sister to think about and she didn't want me to get in anymore trouble in New York

So she called my aunt who was transferred to Korea in the business she worked at and asked if she could take me for awhile

Looking back that was the right call my mom made

The way I was going I'd either be in jail or dead

But of course that's not what I thought when I moved here

I was pissed

I was being sent to live with my aunt, in a place where I couldn't speak the language or even read it

I spoke English and I also spoke spanish because my mom is spanish

But I didn't know anyone who spoke Korean

I hated Gwangju from the minute I stepped off the plane

My aunt picked me up and drove me to her house

There she laid the ground rules down

I thought I could get away with things but boy was I wrong

My aunt is a strict woman and she whipped me into shape

It took time and I fought her but it worked

Anyway I met Hobi on my first day of school

I had to wear this ugly uniform with a blazer that I was sweating in Since it was spring and not too cold I had to wear a skirt and a button up t-shirt, with that damn blazer

I added my own style by wearing my combat boots and spiked bracelets.

Yeah I thought I was a bad ass

That day was hard for me

First there were the stares

I was a white girl from New York in Korea

To say I stuck out would be putting it lightly

Not only that but at the time I had pink hair and all my piercings still in

So I was met with looks of surprise and disgust

Then came the fact that I had no clue what was going on in my classes

They were all taught in Korean

Which I did not speak

I heard that they teach English in Korean schools but nobody said anything to me in English

Nobody said anything to me at all

I spent the day getting lost and getting to my classes late

In class I spent the time spacing out or doodling in my notebook

In one class, I was dying in the blazer and I saw that some of the other students took theirs off

So I did too

When the teacher noticed, she started yelling at me

In Korean

I had no clue what was going on

She kept gesturing to the blazer

"I'm hot", I said

"No!", she yelled and continued in Korean

"It's hot", I repeated helplessly, "I'm sweating"

I saw some other students look at me and laugh

I glared at them and they stopped laughing and turned around

I looked back at the teacher who was glaring at me but I didn't know what she wanted or why

The guy next to me turned to me and said, "Your jacket. Put it on."

I stared at him, "You speak English?"

"A little. Not much.", he answered

"Jung, Hoseok", the teacher yelled

The guy who spoke to me turned to her and answered her in Korean

She said something to him and he answered

She nodded and turned back to the lesson

He said to me again, "Put the jacket on."

"Why?", I shot back, "It's hot and everyone else has it off."

He nodded to my arm, "Your tattoos. Not appropriate for school. You're too young"

"Seriously? So I have to sweat because I have tattoos?"

He shrugged, "The teacher doesn't like it. Just put it on."

I made a face but I put on the dumb blazer and sat sweating for another twenty minutes

When class was over I looked at my schedule

Lunch

Finally

I started to get up but the guy who spoke to me called me

"Uh. Russo...Joanne?"

I turned to him, "Um what did you call me?"

"Um your name? Russo, Joanne right?"

"Oh you guys do the last name first thing.", I remembered, "Um yeah that's my name but you can just call me Joanne. Or Jo works too."

"Jo?" he asked

"Yeah. My family calls me that."

"Ok."

"And you are?"

"Jung, Hoseok"

"So....Hoseok?", I clarified

He nodded, "Yes. Or Hobi."

"Ok Hobi", I repeated, "So tell me what it is you want? And could you make it quick, I'm hungry "

He looked confused for a minute

I wondered why he wasn't saying anything until I realized he either didn't know what I was saying or didn't know how to say what he wanted to in English

Well this sucked, but I tried again

"You want to talk to me?"

"Uh, yes.", he said

"Ok"

He gestured for my schedule and I handed it over

"Um you have lunch now.", he said slowly

I nod

"Me too"

"Oh ok", I said,

"Want to come with me?", he asked

I gaped at him for a few seconds surprised he was actually interacting with me, let alone asking me to go to lunch with him

I pulled myself together and answered, "Sure why the hell not? It's not like I have any friends. I'd probably get lost trying to find it anyway and then I'll be starving and sweating" I say

He just looked at me, unsure

"Oh right.", I said to myself

"Ok", I said to him

He smiled and I followed him to the lunch room

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Since that day Hobi and I became inseparable

I found out he lived in the house next to my aunt's

Hobi is an amazing friend

He was there for me and helped me turn everything around in my life

He always made me laugh and he is so funny

He still makes me laugh all the time

He helped me with school and especially with Korean

I also practiced hard on my own because I wanted to talk to him more

I helped him with English as he wanted to learn it

Now we're both fluent in English and Korean and speak to each other in both languages

I also found out Hobi loved to dance

He loved hip hop dancing and he was amazing

He competed with a dance group in shows and competitions.

Once I found that out I went to every show and competition he had.

I loved watching him dance

He was mesmerizing

Still is

When we graduated high school Hobi auditioned for a company called "Big Hit Entertainment."

He was picked to become a trainee as a solo artist- a rapper and dancer

He had to move to Seoul for his training

It actually worked out because I was moving to Seoul to go to school there for paleontology

So we went together

Hobi was a lot more busy than I was especially when he debuted

But I was there with him supporting him all the way

I will always support him no matter what

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I get out of my car and go to Hobi's apartment

Hobi and I have been doing this for about a year

At first it was just sex

Too bad I had to fall in love with him

But I'm very good at hiding my feelings

I used the keys he gave me and opened the door

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Hobi POV

I hear the door unlock and I know she's here so I get up and go to the door

When she opens it, I grab her, slam the door closed and push her against it, my mouth on hers in an instant

I feel the cold metal from her hoop lip ring on my lips which feels good

I need her

Now

She drops her bag and responds to me immediately, her hands going in my hair, pulling me closer

My hands are all over her, groping her body

She tugs my hair and I can't help it, I make a whiny sound

I feel her smirk

She knows I like it when she pulls my hair

I reach down and pick her up, her legs going around me as I carry her to the couch

We're not making it to the bed

I lay her down and I rip her shirt off

"Hey! That was a new shirt!", she protests

I roll my eyes, "I'll buy you a new one"

"Not the point", she says

Ignoring her I lean down and kiss her, her tongue moving in my mouth

She reaches for my shirt, pulling it up and I reluctantly move from her lips to help her get it off me

I look down at her, admiring her

She's so beautiful

I kiss down her neck and her body shakes

I move down and kiss down her tattoo on her side, making her shiver more

She loves it when I do that and I love doing it

I usually don't like tattoos especially for me

But I love hers

It's not Joanne without all her tattoos, it's part of who she is

And they're beautiful just like her

I get back up and kiss her on the lips again, one of my arms wrapping around her and going in her hair

I start kissing down her neck again

She turns her head and makes a small sound before she bites my bicep and I moan

She's a biter and I love it

I keep kissing her and she moans "Hoseok"

It drives me crazy when she moans or screams my name

I can listen to that all day

I smirk then kiss her lips as I start to pull her pants off

Her hands are moving all over my body and then they reach my pants pulling them down

I get up and we get all our clothes off, tossing them around the living room

I lay down on my back on the couch, my head against the arm rest

I smirk at her, stick my tongue out and motion for her to come to me

She climbs on me stopping at me hips

"No", I tell her, "Higher"

She cocks her head confused but she moves up and hovers above my stomach

"More", I say

She moves up to my chest and I say, "More"

"What? Where am I supposed to go? There's nowhere else to go"

I smirk and say, "My face"

"Excuse me?"

I say clearly, "I want you to ride my mouth"

"Hobi...really?"

"Really", I answer, grabbing her and lifting her up until her legs are on either side of my head and she's hovering above my mouth

I lift my head and attach my mouth and lips to her, tasting her

She lets out a scream as I move my tongue

She immediately gets so wet and I love how she tastes

She moans loudly and her hips start moving against my face and I love it

I stick my tongue inside of her and she screams my name

"Hoseok! Oh god Hoseok!"

I start moving my tongue, fucking her with it and tasting juice as it runs in my mouth

So good

Her hand goes in my hair and pulls and with everything she's doing, how she's screaming my name and how good she tastes I feel my hard cock leaking cum

I stop for a second to tell her, "Baby cum in my mouth"

Then I lick her slowly again

"Wha...what", she moans out

"I want you to cum on my tongue", I say between licks

"Hobi..."

"Please baby, I want you to so much. You know you taste so good and I want it. Please", I beg

"Yes Hobi", she moans

I start licking her faster and her moans intensify

"Hobi, Hobi", she screams and I know she's ready

I stick my tongue in her again and wiggle in as far as I can

"Hoseok!"

I feel her cum, her tightening and pulling on my tongue, her cream tasting so good

I eagerly swallow her sweet cream, wanting so much more

Latching onto her clit, I suck desperately, her fingers twisting my hair, the pretty moans falling from her throat sounding in my apartment

Her clit throbs in my mouth and I'm so hard, it hurts

The next suck has her coming in my mouth and I greedily swallow all of it

So fucking good

When she finishes her body relaxes but I'm not done yet

And I know she isn't either

She can go for a long time

I grab her by her hips and lift her up, slamming her down on my cock as I lift my hips up, burying length inside her in one stroke

I let out a shout at how incredible she feels as she yells too

"Oh my god!", she screams in pleasure

I pick her up, almost off me and slam her down again and again and again, her pretty pussy opening just for me, the pleasure astounding

She's so tight, clinging desperately on my shaft, her pretty slit opening to fit me inside her

She keeps squeezing and clenching me over and over so that she's so tight when I slide in her

I groan and keep slamming her on me faster, right into her spot, her cunt creaming my cock so much, the sight so beautiful

"Don't stop Hobi. Please. Don't stop" she yells

And I don't

"Fuck Hobi! You're so fucking hard fuck. Such a big thick cock baby. You feel so fucking good", she wails as I continue to fuck her on my dick

I look up to see her head back and her body wet with sweat

I feel myself about to lose it

"Cum baby!",I yell

"Mmmm", she moans

"Please Joanne. Please. Cum on me!", I beg her, slamming her down hard, my hips all the way up going so deep in her

She does, screaming, her pretty body shaking on me

When she clenches and pulls on me I let go and shout her name as I cum, ecstasy hitting me hard

Her cunt pulses around me, milking my cock and prolonging the pleasure

My god, her orgasms are so fucking pleasure

I've never felt anything like them and fuck I'm addicted

When we finish, she collapses on me, both of us breathing hard and sweating

We lay like that for a few minutes, with her kissing my jaw and neck over and over

I feel my skin tremble under her kisses, sending shivers down my spine

I run my hands down her back, squeezing her cute round ass in my palms

And I get hard again

She can make me hard so quickly and she hardly had to touch me

She giggles and whispers in my ear, "Again Hobi?"

"Mmmm..hmmm. You know I can't get enough of you"

I sit up and push her back gently, helping her get on her hands and knees

She knows what I want

When she's in that position, I give her full control and she can move however she wants on me

I position myself and wait for her

She looks back at me and giggles

"You want it Hobi?", she teases, shaking her ass at me

I gulp, "From you Jo? Always"

I moan loudly she slides on me and her behind hits my pelvis, bottoming me out

She moves almost completely off of me and then slides back down me faster, making noises as she does

"Fuck", I moan

She moves faster and faster

I look down and see me going in and out of her, her leaving me drenched every time she pulls away

I can't tear my eyes away and it turns me on so much more

"Hmmm you want it Hobi?"

My eyes snap up and I see her looking at me over her shoulder

I nod

She moves off me, turns and pushes me back, climbing on top of me and putting me back in her

She starts bouncing on me, up and down, over and over

I love when she takes control like this

I watch her ride me and my hands go up to hold her boobs

"No Hobi", she says,

I get excited knowing what shes gonna say

I love when she does this

"No touching Hobi"

I growl at her, "But-"

"No touching or you don't get anything"

"Jo!", I whine

She continues to move on me

Then she says, "You want it Hobi. You wanna cum?"

Fuck yes I wanted to cum

I nod over and over

"I wanna cum too", she moans

"I want you to cum too baby. I love seeing your cream all over me"

She keeps moving, harder, leaning on my chest, the squelching sounds of her cunt taking my cock inside so fucking pornographic

"Tell me you want to cum Hoseok and maybe I'll let you", she says as she moves faster, intentionally clenching me and smirking

"I...I...", I stutter, the pleasure she's giving me is so intense

"Wha..what was that?", she pants

"I....wanna cum. Oh my god, ahh, I wanna cum so bad!", I shout

"Then cum Hobi", she whispers and my body obeys her and I shout as I explode, shooting my load deep inside her

She starts moaning and then screams my name as she explodes too

I grab her hips to keep her from falling off me, keeping her on my cock, letting her ride out the pleasure on me

After, I help her off me and get up, letting her lay on the couch

I'm starting to get up when she takes my hand asking me to stay with her

She moves on her back, pulling me on top her

We get into a comfortable position, my head using her boobs as soft bouncy pillows

She wraps her arms around me, softly playing with my hair

I glance up at her and she smiles at me

Her smile is so beautiful

She's so beautiful

I can't help it

I say what I've been wanting to say to her for a long time

"I love you", I whisper

She freezes and her eyes go wide, "Wha...what?"

"I love you Joanne. I'm in love with you. I've been for a long time. I've been wanting to tell you but I was scared. But I want you to know. And if you can, can you give me a chance to be with you? For real?"

I don't know what I expected her to say or do but I'm still surprised when she smiles.

"I love you too Hobi", she confesses

"You do?", I ask shocked

I did not see that coming

"Yeah. I guess I'm really good at hiding my feelings", she says, "I've been in love with you for a long time too."

I smile at her, so excited that she loves me too

"And yes. I want to be with you"

I'm ecstatic when I hear her say this

I reach for her and pull her into a searing kiss, so happy I finally got the girl I've always wanted

#Soulmate fic #hoseok fanfic #jung hoseok fanfic #hobi fanfic #jhope fanfic #hoseok smut #bts hoseok smut #jung hoseok smut #jhope smut #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts hobi smut

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fizzyxcustard · 2 years

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"I Never Knew It'd Be Like This" (Armitage Summer Splash Day 2)

As part of @lathalea and I's Armitage Summer Splash, I present to you, day 2.

Masterlist of fics for Summer Splash

Prompts: Above image. "I never knew it'd be like this." Only one bed trope.

Fandom: North & South - modern John Thornton

Pairings: Modern!John Thornton x Fem!Reader (very slight)

Warnings:

Summary: You are John Thornton's secretary and have agreed to travel to New York with him in high hopes of sealing a deal for his company at Marlborough Mills. However, your boss begins to show that temper of his when things don't go according to plan.

Comments/Notes: If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please say. Another fic about hotels, seeing as day 1 had the main characters staying in a hotel.

John was exasperated. Your plane had been delayed by an hour. You had waited ninety minutes for your shuttle bus from JFK to Manhattan, and now you were standing in the reception of your hotel, being told that only one room had been booked.

"I booked this myself a month ago," you told the blonde woman who was starting to grow quite scared of John. You could see her keep looking over at your rather annoyed boss who had the ability to make anyone shake just by the scowl on his face. "I made sure it was for two rooms."

John stepped away from the desk, recognising immediately why he had hired you as his secretary. You had the way with people that he didn't. When people had an issue with their wages, annual leave days or general working conditions, they came to you. Approaching John Thornton was a last resort.

"Okay, thank you," you said to the lady at reception, trying not to sigh and show your annoyance.

"What's happening? I had to step away because I knew I'd start shouting," John told you.

"They've apparently overbooked and they've only got one room available for us, and it's got one double bed," you sighed.

"Oh, this is bloody ridiculous!" John hissed. He dashed to the desk and began to ask if the manager was available.

"John! Calm down, please," you urged him.

The lady behind the desk was backing off, unsure what to do and showing signs that she hadn't been in this job for very long. Hotels always had their fair share of angry guests, and most staff members became used to it over time. This woman, however, did not have the confidence and assertiveness that most hotel staff had.

Ten minutes later, you and John admitted defeat and made your way to the elevator. But, on a positive note, you had now managed to get yourselves free drinks in the bar and free meals for the rest of your stay.

"I never knew it'd be like this," John mused to himself as you both stood in the elevator, feeling it shudder beneath you as it rose up the floors.

"What?"

"New York. It's busy, stinks, and everything has gone wrong since we landed," he sighed, crossing his arms. "Makes me wonder if this place is cursed."

"Come on, stop being so pessimistic," you urged him. The loud ping of the elevator stopping drew you both out of your thoughts, and you stepped out onto the sixth floor, trailing your suitcases behind you.

"I'm glad it's only for two nights. I'll take the floor," John said as he looked upon the double bed dominating the centre of the room which you walked into. He couldn't deny that he felt a pang of something. Anticipation, maybe? A shiver raced up his spine, and he looked across to you, only to see you looking down at the beige carpet

"The bed is big enough for two people with plenty of space in the middle. You won't even know I'm there."

John smirked to himself. Of course he'd know you were there. Even when you weren't there, he still felt you somehow. He had spent enough time around you to acknowledge that his feelings ran deeper than purely platonic. And for a second he thought back on the men who worked in the mill, who would wolf whistle at you as they passed by the office. Then, to his amazement, some of them you even spoke to! Why would you ever entertain the idea of talking to men who only saw you as a piece of meat?

You looked out the window only to see dark and heavy clouds had settled over the city, and rain was falling. "We should make the most of those free meal tickets tonight," you chuckled.

You and John went down to the lounge area a couple of hours later, your special tickets in hand to give you access to free food and drinks. Suddenly, John's phone began to ring. He stepped away from you for a minute, excusing himself with a smile.

You sat down at a table and began to skim the menu, but John's irate voice wafted through the room. Customers of the lounge began to stare, their heads turning in the direction of the angry voice.

"If this is how you're going to manage your time then you can shove the fucking deal!" John boomed.

You tried not to focus on the sea of heads that had turned towards you and followed John to the seat opposite you.

"What's happened now?" you asked in frustration and embarrassment.

"The meeting for tomorrow has been cancelled, and they don't know when they can re-schedule it to. Possibly not for another three months. They can kiss my..."

"John?" You interrupted. "Just calm down for five minutes and enjoy some food."

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diamonddiv245 · 2 years

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A/N: This is my take on a Sonny Corleone story if you like to read more fo check me out on Ao3 at Christnas25

finché morte non ci separi

Prologue

Summery: Aurora Mancini was just your typical Half Italian/Half American woman living in the city of New York. She was a good girl that follows her grandparents every command. That is until her life is forever changed when her grandfather strikes a deal with Don Vito Corleone. Now she must learn to juggle not only the responsibility and expectations that came with being a woman in the Corleone family, but also trying to keep her husband from running the streets red with blood.

“L'affetto verso i genitori e fondamento di ogni virtu.”

Those were the words Aurora’s whole life were set around. It was those words that had been drilled into her head since the moment she first began to speak.

Loving one's parents is fundamentally the greatest virtue.

If it’s one thing Aurora was taught to value above all others, it was the bond of family.

Aurora valued her grandparents above everything else, they raised her as if she were their own child, they taught her the value of putting one’s family first.

They didn’t care that her lighter hair drew looks on the street they lived on.

You see she unlike her neighbour’s and a majority of other family’s that lived on her street couldn’t call herself a full-blooded Italian.

Her father had been an American.

It was for that reason why her grandparents would have full custody of her.

You see in the summer of 1924 Andrea Mancini while on a vacation with her parents to long beach would meet a young gentleman by the name of Richard Seymour. The pair were instantly attracted to each-other and began a secret summer romance.

This romance would end when it was discovered that Andrea had become pregnant with Richard’s child. Problem was Richard was already set to marry a young woman by the name of Maddison this led to the Seymour’s forbidding Richard to have any contact with Andrea What so ever.

With no chance of a marriage proposal Andrea was essentially shunned from her family. Her father and mother kept her locked up in their house until Andrea eventually gave birth to Aurora, however Andrea wouldn’t get to spend much time with her daughter before Aurora was taken by her grandparents and Andrea was shipped back to Sicily disgraced and disowned were she would be married off to a young farmer of her family’s choosing.

Instead of being put up for adoption Enzo and Cecelia Mancini ended up keeping Aurora and raising her themselves.

Now 21 years later Aurora had blossomed into a lovely young woman. She had inherited her mothers smooth olive skin and high cheekbones and hazel eye’s, where as her blonde hair came from her father.

Aurora had always been Hardworking and devoted, with a deep sense of responsibility to those around her. You could always count on Aurora to remember birthdays and special occasions and uphold traditions, her Nonno would alway jest that she was more Italian than some full blown Sicilians he knew. Despite her Nonno’s praise Aurora had always preferred to operate behind the scenes.

With her analytical abilities and a keen eye for details not to mention her well-developed people skills, she was the perfect employee at her Nonno’s floristry.

But even her pleasant and welcoming nature couldn’t help her Nonno’s shop stay afloat.

Enzo’s floristry was loosing money faster than making it. Plane and simple.

People just weren’t interested in their flowers, other floristry’s were nicer and had more options, even worse it had been a rough year for their suppliers, they hadn’t reached the amount of flowers they had in previous years that meant less flowers for Aurora and her family and even fewer option’s, plus it was wedding season. People wanted big and glamours floral displays with big colourful exotic flowers, roses and hydrangeas just weren’t enough anymore.

Every night Aurora heart would ache as she would watch her Nonno sit in the kitchen with a glass of whiskey looking down at all the unpaid bills and expenses With a look of dread on his face.

If something didn’t change soon, Aurora wasn’t confident they would make it to Christmas.

#sonny corleone #sonny corleone x reader #james cann #the godfather #finché morte non ci separi

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rhpsdys · 1 year

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below the cut is raine's 1940s las vegas verse from b.accano campaign that i forgot to post. it's also been added to their carrd.

Born in Bushwick, Brooklyn to one human parent and one elven one, Raine was raised with a foot in two worlds. They had an early passion for music, and it became evident around age five that they had been granted magic a few years earlier in 1920 — while plucking out notes on the piano at a friend's house, they inadvertently cast a prestidigitation cantrip, and the resulting magical effect drew attention to their powerful abilities at such a young age. They enrolled in music classes, where their prodigious skills became evident, learning not only the piano, but the flute, the guitar, and finally the violin at a rapid pace.

At age eight, they were accepted into the pre-college program at Juilliard, where they studied primarily violin along with the rest of the classic string ensemble instruments. They furthered their studies with private lessons in the woodwinds, and continued to teach themself guitar. Over the next ten years, Raine practiced, improved, and mastered over half a dozen different instruments. Raine then completed their Bachelor of Music degree in Violin and Graduate Diploma in Historical Performance, completing all studies by age 23. They auditioned for the New York Philharmonic, and at 24 were hired playing Second Violin. By 28 they were promoted to First Violin.

Even within this exceptional ensemble, comprised of the country's most accomplished musicians, Raine rose through the ranks swiftly; they were talented and hardworking, but while they remained passionate about the music itself, the uptight and formal nature of such a prestigious formal organization was constricting and tempered their love of playing.

Turning back the clock a bit...

Halfway through high school, Raine's family moved to Manhattan — their mother Kali got a raise at work that allowed them to move closer, making Raine's commute to and from Juilliard easier. At their new school, they met Eda — class clown, lacrosse star, and directionless but gifted kid. The two became fast friends, and Raine fell for her HARD. They started going out shortly after graduation, and Eda's wild and carefree spirit was the escapism Raine needed to continue finding the passion in their music as they made their way through school. They were in love with her, even planned on marrying her one day. Sometimes, more frequently than they'd care to admit, Raine considered dropping out of school, to just go off and be a street performer, or play in dimly lit bars, or even just sitting on the floor of the tiny apartment they shared, making music for and with Eda — their love, their muse, their biggest cheerleader, and their best friend.

But Eda was not without her own demons, and Raine found themself in the position of needing to provide for both of them. Over time, life in New York became too difficult to maintain, as the war came and went, and as magic usage — especially by those who came from other planes — was strictly regulated. In 1946, Raine made the difficult decision to resign from the Philharmonic, and the pair moved from NYC to Las Vegas in hopes of finding more financial success, while working a lower-stress job (lol) that would give them the flexibility needed to continue taking care of Eda, whose situation was worsening. Raine begins playing more jazz than classical — something they thrive at due to its loose and improvisational nature. They gig around at various bars and clubs, and they love it — but concern for Eda is always on the forefront of their mind, and tensions between the two have only seem to grow since their move.

also apparently eda accidentally helped make the liquor of immortality (alba just informed me of this like 2 seconds ago god bless)

#i know its been forever. i'll be back but i needed to post this #out of.

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d-l-dare · 2 years

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"Sight"

The sun shone brightly through the taxi's windshield, making it difficult to keep from squinting as we made our way to the airport. It was a warm mid-summer day, and the streets were about as busy as you can imagine. Along the sidewalks, there were crowds of people so large that you'd see someone walk in and never make it back out. A sea of people, all swarming to greet the beautiful day. Of course, I'd be spending most of my day out of the sun.

I had spent the last few days exploring New York City. I'm traditionally a yoga instructor, but after a year and a half, my higher-ups allowed me a week's vacation. I had decided that the one place I'd always wanted to go was to see the big apple. Exploring Time Square and seeing so many phenomenal Broadway shows, was all incredibly expensive, but it was an amazing experience. Especially with the friends I'd made there in that short time. I have to remind myself to go back next year.

After a while, the taxi finally pulled up to the airport. The building stood over me, casting a dark shadow, reminding me that my 'fun in the sun' had come to an end.

I reached for the cool glass door, noticing that there weren't many people inside. It was strange. You'd think that, with it being the middle of summer, more people would want to be traveling. I didn't mind though. That only meant that the plane wouldn't be so crowded on the way back to my home town of San Diego.

The woman behind the desk was friendly, greeting me with a warm smile as she asked for my ID before letting me get a plane ticket. As our exchange occurred, I couldn't help but notice the blue chairs in the waiting area, most of which were empty. The one chair that drew my attention was one that wasn't quite as empty. From what I could tell, there was a pair of sunglasses, sitting perfectly folded in the center of the chair. It piqued my curiosity enough that after I got my ticket, I sat down in the chair next to it.

I'd waited patiently for several minutes to see if anyone was going to come back for them. Nobody did.

I can't really explain why these headphones drew my attention so much. Perhaps it was how out of place it felt for them to have a seat all their own. Eventually, They called for my flight to be boarded. With nobody else coming to claim the sunglasses, I took them and put them on. There wasn't anything too special about them, looking through. Surely, it was a relief to not have the light intruding on my vision, but with the lenses being scuffed, they were far from favorable to be wearing.

I took them off as I sat down, placing them in my purse, just next to me.

Roughly an hour into my flight, I grew bored. I needed something to do to keep my mind busy, and the music I was listening to was boring me even further. I decided to give the sunglasses another examination. They were wire framed. The shape of them looked like something from the 80's, like something a cop would wear. The lenses were dark enough that you could barely see anything through them from the front. When I put them on, they felt extremely comfortable, as if they fit my head perfectly. It was a surprise, as wireframe sunglasses usually cut into my skin just behind my ears. With them still on, I looked all around me. The fade from the sunglasses made the world around me feel somewhat crisper, like watching your favorite movie in high quality for the first time. I continued turning my head until it reached the aisle, where there was a man. He was standing in the aisle, staring down at me, slightly hunched over. The sudden closeness made me jump.

I took the sunglasses off my face and began to ask what he was doing, but when they were off of my face, he was nowhere to be found. In looking around for him, I noticed a couple of weird looks coming from the few people in the cabin around me. I returned my eyes to the sunglasses and shrugged. Maybe he knew I noticed him and he ran away.

Slipping the sunglasses back on, I noticed a familiar shadow looming over me. Looking to the aisle again, I saw the same man staring down at me with his piercing blue eyes. He was breathing heavy enough that I expected to feel his hot breath on me, yet I felt nothing.

I lowered my sunglasses, only to realize that he was missing in the parts outside of the sunglasses.

"Who are you?" I asked in a lowered voice, hoping to avoid being looked at weirdly. "And why are you staring at me?"

For a few moments, he just continued to stare at me. I was feeling incredibly uneasy at this point, panicking internally. I knew I had to hide it, otherwise the others around me would see me as crazy.

"You found my sunglasses," he said, his voice low and monotone. I had so many question running through my head, yet none of them could escape my lips. I just watched as he continued to stare down at me. It was hard to tell if he was angry with me or what. I only knew that his eyes never once looked away from me.

I took the glasses off of my face and put them back in my purse. I figured that if I couldn't see him, he would eventually just go away. Several minutes had passed and I had almost forgotten about the mysterious invisible man. That was until I heard his disembodied voice in my ear. "You can't escape me."

My head jerked to the side, where the voice was coming from. I somehow expected to see something but still, there was nothing. "What do you want from me?" I asked quietly, looking down at my phone, as to not draw attention to myself. "If you want the sunglasses back, I'll give them to you."

"Why do you not look at me?" the man asked in his dry, monotone voice. "I grant you sight, yet you do not look?"

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Mentally, I was asking him to go away. I hoped that if I didn't acknowledge him, he would possibly lose interest. This, unfortunately, was not the case. He continued to beg me to look at him for what felt like an eternity. I put my headphones on, hoping it would drown out his voice. I closed my eyes and found myself getting lost in the soft melodies. I leaned back in my seat and relaxed.

"It'll all be over soon," I told myself. "I'll take a nice, warm shower when I get home and feel ready to take on the day when I wake up for work tomorrow."

"That's what you think," the man's voice boomed over my headphones, startling me awake with a gasp. I ripped the headphones from my ears and turned to where I knew he was at.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted.

Immediately, I had drawn the attention of the flight attendant, "Is everything okay over here, ma'am?"

I nodded, looking around to find that all eyes were on me. I noticed a few people whispering to the person next to them, their eyesight narrowly escaping me.

I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. I'm a yoga instructor after all.

"If there's anything you need, just ask, okay?" the flight attendant said politely before walking to the back and disappearing behind a blue curtain.

After I made sure the attention was away from me, I carefully put my sunglasses back on. "What the hell is your problem?" I asked in a hushed voice.

"You have my sunglasses," he said.

"I know, you've told me that already," I said. "I found them at the airport and nobody wanted them. I'm sorry sir, do you want them back?"

"No!" his voice boomed, sending shivers down my spine. "You've found them, now they're yours forever."

"What does that even mean?" I asked. "Are you just going to follow me around with them, or what? Why are you here?"

In hearing those words, a burst of cruel laughter escaped his lips as he threw his head back. "It is not just I that will follow you," he said.

"These sunglasses are a beacon to the undead. You can hear them. You can see them. They will forever be all around you."

*** Yoga teaches you many things in the form of relaxation. Finding your inner peace, and being able to truly center yourself. And somehow, in the madness of my situation, I have slowly been able to find peace. With the voices haunting me, saying things in varying tones, following me everywhere I go. Somehow, I have found peace with it. It took a lot of practice, locking myself away from the world. There's no way I could continue work as a yoga instructor, pretending to relax, as to not alarm any of my students by the random agitation of trying to shoe away voices that only I can hear.

And as for the sunglasses, I think I've figured out a way to get rid of them. I just need to give them so someone else. To get them as far away from me as possible. Oh, sweet freedom, oh, how I crave you.

#nanowrimo 2022 #short horror story #daily horror #writing challenge #frightnight #horror

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defectivexfragmented · 2 months

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Despite appearances, despite the lull in mystical threats as of late, despite what anybody claimed to know about the vacillating number of recruits to the Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, the Sanctum Sanctorum of New York City was rarely a quiet place. The truth of the matter was that it often bustled with activity of one kind or another, whether acting as home to a new swath of students or as transitional prison for some of the least palatable beings this side of the Dark Dimension.

The latter was never a permanent solution… holding extraplanar beings in the Sanctum was a little like holding a cadre of goblins in the very heart of Fort Knox. It might be one of the most secure places in the known universe, but even that distinction didn’t make the Sanctum fully impregnable, and to imagine any of them not only escaping, but doing so with the treasure trove of magical artifacts the Sanctum had to offer…

It was enough to make even a Sorcerer Supreme shudder.

The visitor crouched on the edge of the parapets could hardly be called nefarious, and certainly wasn’t any manner of extraplanar entity or eldritch horror – however much his enemies might have deigned to disagree. But the fact that there was a nonmagical being… and not just any being, but this one in particular, blithely invading the Sanctum’s space, was what was lending a particular air of quietude to that corner of the structure. Energy currents shifted down and away from him, permitting him to hover without being subjected to an assault of desensitizing static.

Stephen had put the safeguards in place after the first time they’d met.

And to sense that same level of quiet near the residential quarters now, in the middle of the night, informed him that the visitor in question was back.

He sighed, threw aside the covers of his four-poster bed, and with a gesture he summoned his customary garb. It might be his home more than that of his unexpected guest, but he still had decorum… he would at least be presentable on approach.

The Cloak of Levitation carried Stephen through the air and to the Window of the Worlds, outside of which his guest was apparently perched. Wide gestures with both arms instructed the window to recede into the Astral Plane for a moment, permitting Stephen to emerge into the light-polluted nighttime of Manhattan and set his eyes on the distinctive red body armor and hardened cowl of his visitor.

Stephen crossed his arms, a huff of amusement escaping his lips. “A considerable cross-section of New York thinks I make deals with the devil. They never consider the devil sometimes makes deals with me. So… to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”

Curiosity killed the cat but Matthew couldn’t help himself. A sorcerer in New York of all places. Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village, which wasn’t far from Hell’s Kitchen. So on a rather quiet night, he didn’t see anything wrong with making his way over to the Sanctum Sanctorum for a few hours to potentially find out what Doctor Stephen Strange was up to.

If he was staying out of trouble. It had been awhile since he had last visited.

It took him a little time to make his way over to Bleecker Street since he was going by rooftop rather than taking a taxi or the subway, though he did manage to sit on the top of a bus for a brief ride. The building was easy to pick out. Matt could feel an odd energy coming off of it, not something somebody who didn’t have enhanced senses could pick out. It was practically a beacon to him as he drew closer, a moth the flame.

Perching himself on parapet, part of him wished he had worn his black suit instead of the red. The fabric was far more breathable for such a long journey over the rooftops and briefly on the top of a bus while also having a better flexibility when it came to certain positions. Like perching on small parapets.

His senses spanned out over the building in search of the occupants, not missing the moment Strange woke up in his knowing he had arrived. Most likely, due to a spell, or so he thought.

“If they already think you make deals with the devil, I would think that this sight would only confirm it.” Matt smirked wickedly, the cowl still covering half of his face. “I was just curious what you were up to lately. Wanted to make sure no more monsters or demons were not going to appear out of thin air and destroy part of a city block...again. Not that I’m accusing you of anything. Maybe you have a schedule for when things happen? Like the third Thursday every five months if the moon and Mars are in retrograde?”

@tangleweave

#submission #tangleweave #muse: matthew - let the devil out - murdock #omg this is amazing #I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply

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magicinaframe-part2 · 5 months

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Some Mysteries Don't Get Solved

"I love a mystery. Don't you?"

My imaginary question from an imaginary questioner is something I would occasionally hear spoken in my 20's and 30's and I recall asking the question at one of my jobs; crummy job #2, I believe. What was the context? I can't remember -- and the fact that I can't remember any context says a lot about that job, by the way.

Most people at Tumblr will agree that mysteries are very much part of every human being's life. It's something that we all think about, from time to time. And it accounts for the continuing popularity of movies with police detective and private detective characters.

The movie that I'm thinking about on this cloudy Saturday in New York City presents a mystery with a number of layers. It's easily as memorable as any number of Hollywood movies -- such as CHINATOWN and BODY HEAT. So...it should be as well known, here, in the U.S., as those two movies, but it isn't.

Somewhere, there is information to be found on the Internet as to why the movie is not well known, here, in the U.S.

The name of the movie is BYE BYE BARBARA (1969).

Much of the effectiveness of the way that BYE BYE BARBARA's plot plays out has to do with the way that men and women relate to each other and the concept known as 'femme fatale.'

From the audience's point of view, the mystery for sports journalist Jerome Thomas begins in a bar in Biarritz, France, one evening, when, out of the blue, a beautiful-looking young woman wanders in from the street, barefoot, asking for someone to telephone for a taxi. It's one of those unforgettable moments in life.

Who is she? Is she in some sort of trouble?

Jerome offers to help and brings her back to the little hotel room where he had spent the previous afternoon. The two characters travel together and return by plane to Paris, the following day -- and by the end of Jerome's first workday back in Paris, he finds himself involved in a mystery, a disappearance. And the more that he focuses on this mystery, the more complicated it becomes.

BYE BYE BARBARA, with a running time of 109 minutes, is an absolutely unforgettable contemporary drama, with mystery, psychological, and thriller elements, along with some comedy touches. It's available on DVD with English subtitles. I recommend BYE BYE BARBARA to all movie lovers at Tumblr.

-- Drew Simels

#“I love a myster!”

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maddieautobot273 · 6 months

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Silk & Cologne - Christmas Special (2)

Title: All I Want For Christmas Is You - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 2/10 - The Night Before Christmas - previous chapter (X)

Words: 2.8K+ words

Summary: Lisa arrives at Aunt May's cottage and catches up with the Spider-gang, meanwhile Miguel is running behind schedule.

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Parker Manor - Buffalo, New York - 2 weeks later

One by one, the guests arrive at the manor, bringing gifts, food, and ingredients to make even more food. Plus cookies, we couldn't forget that. Lisa was one of the last to arrive, hitching a ride with Jessica Drew and her husband.

Miguel agreed to the idea of spending Christmas with the Spider-gang, so the pair were the last to RSVP to Miles. They still had a wonderful dinner with Gabriel and Dana after their talk, even hitting the ice rink at Rockefeller Center afterwards. Lisa lost count of how many times she nearly fell over or tripped herself, but she got better over the course of the night, especially with Dana teaching her.

That night in fact she had done a lot of skating with Dana. Not that she was complaining, Dana was an absolute delight that night. Lisa used the opportunity to reconnect and catch up with her, especially so now that she and Gabriel are dating.

Speaking of the O’Hara brothers, the two of them were almost like pros. They tried ice hockey and played for their high school teams as a bonding experience when they were younger, so they were complete naturals. Naturals to the sense where they’d try to trip each other on the ice. Lisa remembers Dana scolding Gabriel at one point when Miguel just caught himself on the ice, picking himself up and the rest of them just laughed.

Lisa thinks it was the hardest she’s ever seen Miguel laugh in a while, or smile as much as he did.

She also noticed the brothers talking and whispering among themselves frequently over the course of the night. What were they talking about? Last minute gift ideas?

Since Miguel and Lisa would be spending Christmas at Aunt May’s Manor, Lisa gave Gabriel and Dana their gifts early over dinner. Dana was over the moon with her bracelet and Gabriel was ecstatic about the new VR game he got. After the double date night, Lisa and Miguel went back to the apartment, exhausted and quickly fell asleep.

From the following morning until the next week, it was getting the last bit of Christmas shopping done, wrapping the last of the gifts, saving the city once or twice, running other important errands until Lisa finally saw Miguel off for his Alchemax business trip. She dropped him off at the airport, hugging him tighter and longer than normal. Miguel didn’t complain and gladly returned the gesture.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” He offered her a reassuring smile. “I promise,”

After he got on the plane, it had been a quiet week. Villainy and crime was at a surprising all time low. Lisa took it as a sign that hopefully even bad guys took a break for the holidays once in a while.

When she arrived at the manor with Jessica, her husband kind enough to drive and drop them off, Lisa was narrowly bombarded with bear hugs as Miles, Gwen, and Pav surrounded her.

“You made it!” Miles cheered.

“I’m here!” Lisa laughed, trying her best to wrap her arms around the three of them. “It’s so good to see you guys,”

“Lemme get that for you Musey,” Hobie approached her, offering the woman a friendly nod as he grabbed her and Jess’s suitcases from the trunk.

“Thank you, Hobie,” Jessica smiled. “That’s actually nice of you,”

“Heh, I believe in Christmas miracles,” Hobie teased, winking at the pregnant spider-woman before carrying the bags inside.

Jessica kisses her husband goodbye, reassuring him that if something comes up with the baby, she’ll call him right away. Lisa smiles at the exchange, already missing Miguel, but she tries to stay positive, knowing that he’ll try his best to keep his promise. She reaches into the back seat of the car, carrying a box containing the last of the Christmas presents.

“Is there still enough room under the tree, May?” Lisa asks with a grin as the group begins to ascend the front porch steps.

“Surprisingly, though it’s quickly becoming an island of itself,” May chuckled as she let them inside.

Lisa took a peek inside the grand living room of the manor and the interior was breathtaking. It was like something out of a classic 1920’s movie with a beautiful fireplace, the fire already burning. The Christmas tree was huge, decorated with an arrangement of ornaments, lights, and streamers, it was like something out of a Christmas play.

Miles was very sweet and took everyone’s coats and brushed off the snow as Lisa carried the box of gifts into the living room.

“Miguel is coming later?” Pav asked her as he helped her put the presents under the tree.

“Yeah, he’ll be flying in after he wraps up his business trip,” She nodded as she put the last of the gifts under the tree. “Although it will be cutting it close. They just had to push back the date,”

“If I know Miguel, yes his work is important,” A familiar voice echoed across the room as Peter B. entered the living room with little MayDay strapped into her holster. “But he always comes through,”

“Peter!” Lisa smiled as she got up and offered him a hug. “I didn’t see you come in,”

“Early bird gets the worm as they always say,” Peter B. grinned, gently taking MayDay’s hand to make the toddler wave at Lisa, “MJ and I arrived earlier to help May get started on the food. Say hi to Aunty Lisa May-May!”

“Hweewo,” MayDay smiled brightly, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

“Hey MayDay, you’ve gotten so big!” Lisa gently ruffled her red hair curls, making the baby laugh. “Picking up a few words too?”

“Yeah, she started talking a couple months back,” Peter B. smiled proudly, immediately taking out his phone. “You wanna see her first word?”

He plays back the video, MJ feeding MayDay some crackers for a snack when the little toddler suddenly yelps. “CRACKER!”

“Oh my god, that’s so cute!” Lisa fawned, her heart melting at the display.

“I know right? She does that every time she sees a cracker,” Peter B. laughed. “Oh, I can’t wait to show Miguel, he’s gonna die! Where is the big guy, is he not with you?”

“He’s flying in today actually, coming straight from his business trip,” Lisa nodded. “I’m hoping to hear back from him soon,”

“Well there’s still plenty of holiday activities to help pass the time,” Aunt May smiled. “Gwen, I have to grab more wood for the fire, can you help MJ with preparing dinner?”

“Yes ma’am!” Gwen saluted the elderly woman before sauntering over to the kitchen.

“You’re the last to arrive, so lemme give you a tour,” Miles offered with a kind smile as he motioned his head to the side, signaling Lisa to follow him. “Come on! You gotta see this place!”

They end the afternoon with Miles giving Lisa and Jessica a tour of the manor. Perhaps in the future, Lisa may consider looking into owning a place like this with Miguel. Once she gets a couple hundred more paychecks under her belt, she'll refuse to let Miguel cover the whole thing, as he has done in the past.

As the sun began to go down, the spider-gang had an early dinner and the food was fantastic. Aunt May, MJ, and Gwen outdid themselves with the main course, and everyone brought with them their own little appetizer, a little piece of their home cuisine to make it complete. Bellies full, the gang was left to their own devices as they each began to break off and do their own things.

Miles was eager to learn how to make christmas cookies so he set off to the kitchen to work on a recipe his mom loaned him. Hobie and Pav went outside to have a snowball fight while Jessica, Aunt May, and MJ relaxed with some tea in the dining room.

Everyone else was decorating other parts of the house and really getting into the holiday spirit. Gwen notices Lisa hanging out by the window nook in the living room, looking out at the snow. “Everything okay, Lisa?”

“Yeah, I’m just worried about Miguel. The snow is picking up and he should have been here by now,” Lisa sulked.

It had been almost all day and no word from him. His plane should have landed by now. In fact, it should have landed hours ago.

“I’m sure he’ll turn up! If I know Miguel, he’s got a plan for any situation!” Gwen reassures her with a snarky grin.

Suddenly Lisa’s phone rings. She quickly glances over at the caller ID, seeing the familiar name and selfie. Lisa smiles at the image as she picks up the device in her hand.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear!” Gwen declared with a show-woman's voice.

“Oh shush!” Lisa shoves Gwen playfully before answering her phone.

Miguel reassured Lisa that he'd absolutely be there to spend the holiday with her and the spider-fam. So when Lisa answered the phone, sighing in relief when she heard his voice for the first time in a while, her heart dropped when she heard his explanation. There’s a problem.

“Your flight got canceled?!” Lisa yelps.

“All flights to and from New York are canceled. Looks like the blizzard down there is picking up steam,” Miguel groaned in disappointment.

“Oh, Miguel, that’s awful. Are you stranded at the airport?” Her worry begins to bubble up in her stomach.

“My flight got rerouted to Cleveland to avoid the brunt of the storm. Thankfully I got a hotel nearby for the night, and I’m on the standby list for the next flight out to Buffalo,” he reassures her.

“Great! When do you fly out?” Her eyes brightened with hopeful enthusiasm.

“. . . 4;00am Christmas morning,” He answered after a brief hesitation.

“You’re kidding?” Lisa sounds absolutely heartbroken as she slouches in her seat.

“I’m so sorry, mi amor, I knew you were really looking forward to us all being there together. I promise I’ll get there as soon as I can,” He tells her, his voice trying to soothe her. - my love

“Well, I’d rather you get here safely than as a frozen icicle,” Lisa sighs, a sad smile on her face. “Or worse,”

“Hey, I know something that will cheer you up,” Miguel said, sounding optimistic. “Did all my presents make it over there in time?” He asks.

“Yeah, Aunt May said they came in yesterday. They’re all under the tree,” Lisa glanced over at the large Christmas tree, seeing the pile of presents.

“Look for a long, rectangular one in red and blue wrapping paper with your name on it,” Miguel instructed and Lisa could hear the smirk in his voice as she began rummaging through the presents.

Lisa finds it, admiring the wrapping briefly. She opens it up to reveal a beautiful box. Pulling off the lid, Lisa peers inside to find a nutcracker! Beautifully crafted, coincidentally it’s uniform is the same colour palette as Miguel’s suit (cause of course it is). “Oh, Miguel, it’s beautiful!”

“I know you said you were fond of the collection your dad had, so I thought. . . Why not keep the tradition going?” Miguel speaks through the phone.

“I love it!! Thank you, Miguel,” Lisa nearly tears up as she admires the gift.

“You’re welcome, mi Mona Lisa. I’ll call you if I hear anything about my flight, but until then, I promise I’ll be there tomorrow,” Miguel smiles over the phone. “Te amo mi amor,” - I love you my love

“Te amo guapo,” They hang up the phone and Lisa holds up the nutcracker, admiring it in the light. - I love you handsome

Lisa sets the nutcracker down on the table. With a pep in her step, she sets out to join Gwen and the others in decorating. She was helping them wrap tinsel around the handle rail of the staircase when suddenly a loud scream came from the kitchen.

“AAAHHHHH!”

“Miles?!” Gwen and Lisa run over to check on him, only to find the poor boy is covered in flour, and cookie dough.

“Help!” He whimpered, coughing out flour from his mouth.

“What on Earth happened here?” Aunt May looks flabbergasted as she jogs into the kitchen from the dinning room.

The girls help Miles clean up, brushing the flour off his head and taking his hoodie off. But not before Hobie and Pav snag a quick picture. Miles calls them out on it as May gently wipes his face with a washcloth and Miles looks good as new in no time.

Pav takes lots of pictures and sends them to Miguel to keep him updated on the night’s festivities. He thought he’d appreciate Miles messing up the cookie batter. Peter B. laughs along with him, but can’t help but feel sorry for his student.

After the cookies are finally done and baking in the oven, Lisa was walking by the living room when she hears something fall and crack, followed by a whimper. “Oh no!”

She and the Spiders rush in to see little Mayday was playing with her toys. Peter B. must have dropped her off here after hearing Miles scream for help. But it looked like while he was gone, MayDay wanted something extra to play with and accidentally broke the arm of the Nutcracker.

“Oh, MayDay, what happened?” Peter B. scoops her up in his arms, the baby clearly upset about what happened.

“Swoo-worry,” MayDay looks at Lisa with sad puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, MayDay,” Lisa’s heart aches at the look on her face as she takes the nutcracker in her hands. “. . . You’re not hurt, that’s what matters,”

“Aww, I’m sorry Lis’, I still feel awful,” Peter B. offers her a sympathetic look. “I have a family friend who’s really good at tinkering and fixing up toys like that. I’ll give him a call tomorrow,”

“But it’s Christmas,” Lisa gives him a skeptical look. “Nobody is open during the holiday,”

“Tell that to the old geezer that never sleeps,” Peter B. snorted.

Peter B. leaves to put MayDay to bed for the night, hoping it would calm her down. As the evening progresses, Lisa struggles to figure out a way to keep the broken arm steady, terrified that it will fall off completely. She doesn’t want to call Miguel to tell him what happened, not wanting to upset him.

“Here, try this,” Miles hands her a small piece of ribbon before she carefully ties it around like he’s wearing an arm cast.

To her relief, it stays on and keeps the arm elevated!

“Miles, you’re a life savor, thank you!” Lisa sighs in relief as she gives the boy a hug.

“Hey, don’t mention it! You helped me out, it was the least I could do,” he offered her a soft smile.

Before long, everyone is winding down for the night, heading to go to sleep in their rooms. All except for Lisa. Lisa can’t bring herself to go to bed and stays in the living room on the window nook, looking out into the front yard, eyes on the driveway.

She glances over, smiling down at the nutcracker with his makeshift arm cast. Footsteps approach as she looks over to see Aunt May bringing her a blanket and pillow. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t be convinced to move somewhere more comfortable?”

“I guess. . . I was hoping Santa had some magic left tonight?” Lisa shrugs.

“He’ll show, one way or another. He’ll be even happier to see you knowing you got some rest tonight,” Aunt May gave her a knowing look.

“For all you know I could be on Santa look out duty, you saw how excited Pav was,” Lisa smirked.

“Get some rest, Lisa,” Aunt May insisted with a kind smile as she handed her the blanket and pillow. “I have a feeling you’ll need it for tomorrow,”

Lisa is curious but doesn’t dwell too long on what she meant as she watches May leave, turning off the lights. The fire is still kindling as Lisa smuggles up, holding the nutcracker close. She snaps a picture, sending it to Miguel. 'Thinking of you. See you tomorrow <;3'

Putting her phone away, Lisa falls fast asleep. There’s a glint in the nutcracker's eye, like a star flashing in the night sky.

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Meanwhile at the Cleveland airport, Miguel is handed his stand by ticket for the following morning and the flight attendant gives him directions for the entrance to the hotel. As he’s walking through the large, bustling hallways, he reaches into his bag, double checking on the one gift for Lisa he didn’t send with the other presents that he wants to give her himself.

A ring box.

Santa’s got one more trick up his sleeve.

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Happy Holidays!

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