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August Drabble #10

Requested by @goldenolaf25​. Requests are currently closed. 

“I’m so glad that Dwight decided to keep Beach Day,” you mused, closing your eyes and enjoying the last bits of sun before it dipped below the horizon. 

Jim kissed your forehead and smiled. He’d never tell you, but he had done some convincing with Dwight in regards to Beach Day. You needed a day off, without the kids, but vacation wasn’t an option at the moment. This was the next best thing. 

“You look tired, love,” he commented. “Come lay down with me.”

You followed him to a nearby hammock. Jim settled in first, then helped you to lay down with him, your head on his chest. A day in the water and the heat had been pleasant but it had certainly tired you out. 

“Take a nap,” Jim encouraged, “I’ll wake you when we start loading the bus.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and letting Jim’s deep, even breathing lull you to sleep. With one foot in the sand, Jim kept the hammock rocking, allowing you an even more comfortable nap. Maybe his leg would get tired, maybe he would fall asleep too, but if he could help it, Jim knew he was going to rock that hammock as long as you were asleep. 

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August Drabble #8

A peaceful Sunday morning found you enjoying brunch on the patio of one of your favorite local places. You sipped your mimosa, picked at your french toast, and chuckled at the day’s comics in the newspaper. 

You were flipping through for the sports section when his voice caught your eye. A handsome man with brown hair and eyes that were green or blue -- you couldn’t tell from where you were sitting -- was being seated by the hostess a couple of tables over. His gaze met yours and he smiled, causing you to blush and go back to your newspaper. Though, you did peek at him several times over the baseball scores. Every time, he was looking at you, too. 

The waiter brought your check eventually, and you knew it was time to go. You weren’t going to have the nerve to approach the man before you left, so you gave him one more smile as you tucked a couple of bills under the ticket and sat back again with the newspaper. The restaurant staff didn’t mind you hanging around after you paid, so you usually took your time 

“Waiting for change?”

You looked up and there he was, one hand in the pocket of his pants, the other one holding a folded napkin. Green. His eyes were definitely green. 

“Uh, no, I just like to take my time. I come here every Sunday, so they’re used to me hanging out.”

He licked his lips and held out to you the hand that had the napkin in it. You shook his hand, and the napkin stayed with you. 

“I’m Jack Ryan. When I leave here, I’m going to walk around the corner and wait at the mom and pop shop on the right -- if you read that napkin and decide you want to meet me, I’ll see you there.” He started to leave, but turned back to you. “I hope I see you, Y/N.”

It didn’t even occur to you that he had said your name without you giving the information. As Jack walked away, you unfolded the napkin, smiling in anticipation of what the message could say. 

“Get out now. While you still can.”

Your smile faded; that was not what you had expected. Hurrying to gather your things, you thanked your waiter for and rushed for the mom and pop shop around the corner. 

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August Drabble #7

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Shit. What am I even doing here?

When you had received the invitation to your ex-fiance’s father’s birthday party, you assumed it was a mistake. You gathered up your courage and made the awkward phone call to his mother, to let her know her assistant had left you on the usual guest list. 

“Not a mistake at all, dear. We would love to see you. Josh might have been stupid enough to break up with you but the rest of us are not.”

That broke the ice, a little. You told her you would be there, picked out an outfit that was modest but would make your ex (hopefully) drool at the very sight of you, and drove over on the given day. Your hopes of showing Josh how well you were doing without him were dashed when you saw the model-beautiful woman on his arm -- and the huge diamond that had once graced your left ring finger now on hers.

So, you avoided them as best you could, mingling with the other guests and catching up with the rest of his family. Eventually, though, running into him and his new fiancee couldn’t be stopped; they were making their way towards you and you had nowhere to run or hide without making even more of a fool of yourself. 

“Y/N, it’s been a while,” Josh grinned, an arm tight around her waist. “How’ve you been? What’s new? This is Erica, my new fiancee.”

New fiancee. The words dripped with every desire to know you were jealous, hurt -- anything to know he had gotten the better of you. You opened your mouth to lie, but before you could, someone put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his side, kissing your temple. 

“Hey, I’m so sorry -- bartender was a talker,” the man said, handing you a beer. “What did I miss?”

“Uh, sweetie, this is Josh and his fiancee, Erica.”

The man smiled and extended his hand. “Dr. Jack Ryan. Nice to meet both of you.”

Jack handled everything. He was constantly holding your hand, keeping an arm around you -- laying claim to you in one way or another. He came up with a perfectly feasible story for how the two of you met, on the spot. The lie was easy and effortless. When Josh and Erica finally walked away, you and Jack turned to each other. 

“Thanks for that,” you smiled. “I almost want to ask if you’ve done that before.”

Jack smirked. “Well, I was watching you since you walked in, to be honest. I may or may not have asked around about you, and then I saw the look on your face when he was walking toward you.”

You nodded. “Ah. I don’t know if I should be more creeped out and worried, or grateful and flattered.”

“You already said thank you, so,” Jack shrugged, teasing you. 

With a chuckled you nodded. “Grateful and flattered it is. So, Dr. Ryan. What do I owe you for saving me?”

He pressed his lips together, considering every centimeter of your face, it seemed, before he answered. 

“How about we get the hell out of here and you let me take you dinner?”

Biting your lip, you feigned thinking it over. In truth, you’d been hoping he would ask you out from the moment he had first kissed your temple. So, you nodded and leaned into him. 

“Get me outta here, Jack,” you smiled. 

Smiling and taking your hand, Jack led you out to his car, promising to bring you back for yours later on. 

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August Drabble #6

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Summer break had, sadly, come to an end. Gone were the days of laying by the pool or roadtripping down to Florida with your best friends for a weekend getaway -- not that you had much to get away from. After college graduation, it was two-and-a-half glorious months of nothing before starting a marketing internship for a local branch of a corporate paper company. 

“C’mon, just one more weekend in Florida,” you friend Anna, who had managed an accounting internship, begged. “We had so much fun! That guy you kissed, Y/N. We could maybe find him again!”

You rolled your eyes. “First of all, no, we are not doing another weekend in Florida now that we have jobs, and second of all, we won’t find him again. He wasn’t from Florida.”

“Let’s go wherever he was, then. He was so cute!” 

Pushing the button in the elevator cart to take you up to the Dunder Mifflin office, you laughed at Anna’s pleading. You weren’t happy to see summer go, but she really wasn’t getting over it any time soon. You didn’t mind, though, thinking of the guy you had met and kissed that last weekend in Florida. He was older than you, neither of you shared details, but it had still been an amazing weekend with him. 

The elevator cart opened; you and Anna walked toward the office door. She took a deep breath, attempting to look more professional and composed, and mostly succeeding. As the two of you hung up your coats, Anna had one more question. 

“What was his name again?”

Laughing, you turned away from the coat rack. Before you could answer her, your eyes went wide at the tall man sitting at one of the sales desks. He looked just as surprised to see you as you were to see him. 

“Jim?”

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Boston Boys [Part Ten]

Summary: Amidst another bank robbery, Chris and Elsa make plans to get away; John makes a confession to Aurelie.   Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1938 Chapter Warnings: Memories of bank robbery and hostage situation, angst, trauma. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

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Just as Elsa was beginning to think summer might never come to Boston, her semester ended and all she had to do was work at the bank. She had been seeing Chris for a couple of months now. The memory of the bank robbery was growing more and more distant. All in all, life wasn’t so bad.

She was laying in the bed in Chris’s new apartment -- one he had secured only a few weeks ago. Elsa had helped him pick out the furnishings and decor; she loved playing house with Chris.

Who was she kidding at this point? The thing she loved the most was being with Chris. She loved Chris. She was in love with Chris.

He came back to the bed with a pint of ice cream and two spoons. Elsa grinned and pulled the sheet up under her arms before accepting one of the spoons from him. Chris set the lid on the nightstand, then sidled up next to Elsa. They dug into the ice cream together. Chris hit the clicker to turn on the TV, and the sounds of the evening news filled the bedroom.

“What are you gonna do with your summer, beautiful?”

Elsa shrugged. “You mean besides spending time with you? Work the bank. Visit home, I guess. Nothing exciting.”

“Let’s take a vacation.” He swallowed a spoonful of ice cream. “Seb’s back up to par, he can cover for me at the shop for a while. We could stop and visit your family, then go up to Maine for a little coastal getaway.”

“You want to meet my family?” Elsa asked. That wasn’t at all what she was expecting.

“I wanna meet your family,” Chris confirmed, taking the spoon from her and setting it to the side with his spoon and the ice cream. “Is that too serious?”

Elsa shook her head. “No. I think I’m pretty serious about you. I know I am, actually. You came into my life at a really horrible time --”

“... made away with over a hundred thousand dollars. The robbers were described as three men and one woman by their voices, though they were wearing masks, hoodies, and gloves, so no other identifying factors were noted. Investigators believe that this may be the same group who robbed Boston Private and took a hostage several months ago.”

That horrible time Elsa had been ready to reference and forget about was suddenly the only thing she could think about. She flashed back to the other teller giving her up as the one with the code for the safe that day, to being yelled at and hit and taken away into that van. Her breath came in short gasps and she reached for Chris’s hand.

“Hey, hey -- breathe, Elsa. Breathe. C’mon.”

Chris encouraged her over and over to breathe, but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t get past the hyperventilating and the sobbing. Chris pulled her into his lap, stroking her hair and waiting the reaction out. When she finally began to calm, he clicked the mute button, then wiped away the tear stains from her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Els,” he apologized, “I should have been paying more attention to what was on the news.”

“It’s not your fault,” Elsa assured.

Chris smoothed her hair away from her face. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I just -- they’re still out there, Chris. They still know where I live and they still are doing this to other people. What if the police want to ask me more questions with this new investigation? I want to put it all behind me. I thought I had. I finished the semester with good grades, despite everything. I found you, and things are going so well. Now all of this is slammed back in my face.”

The tears began again. Chris leaned her against his chest and kissed the top of her head. “Let’s go away, all right? We’ll go visit your family, we’ll get away to Maine. I’ll plan everything.”

Elsa nodded against his chest. Sniffling back the tears, she tipped her head up to Chris. When he kissed her softly, Elsa pulled the kiss into more passionate depths. Whatever she could to replace the pain with pleasure.

In a different part of Boston, Aurelie was getting home from a long hospital shift. Though no serious cases had come though, a summer virus had filled the rooms non-stop, it seemed. She had stayed a few extra hours to deal with the overflow before coming home.

She dropped her bag at the front door, then set her cochlear implant on the table by the door, as she usually did, and kicked her shoes off. Her phone buzzed in her pocket; as much as she wanted to ignore it, the possibility of being called back to the hospital when she was needed kept her from letting the call go to voicemail.

I’m at your front door. I would knock, but I know you probably wouldn’t hear me right now.

John’s text message was enough to pull a smile to her face. Aurelie tossed her phone to the side, then opened her front door and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him almost before he was ready. He smiled against her mouth and wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her off the ground and carrying her into the apartment before shutting the door behind him.

When John set her down, Aurelie reached for her implant, but he put a hand over hers. She frowned and asked him what was up.

“I want to tell you something.” He said the words while also fumbling through signing what he was trying to say. With a deep breath, he continued. “I’ve been learning a little so I can tell you an important thing in a way that’s important to you. I love you, Aurelie.”

He even remembered her name sign. With tears in her eyes, Aurelie nodded. She had known when they accepted each other, despite the family backgrounds, that love would come -- and she had waited with great anticipation for this day. She never could have imagined, though, that John would have made the moment so special. So, without speaking, Aurelie signed her reply.

“I love you, too.”

Chris hadn’t dragged his feet on planning their vacation, and by mid-June, Elsa was preparing to head to New York for a few days alone with her family before Chris followed after finishing his week at the barber shop.

They had said their goodbyes at her apartment that morning before Chris went to work, but Elsa had a surprise for him for his birthday, coming up in a couple of days. He wouldn’t arrive in New York until the day after his birthday, but she couldn’t wait. She stopped at the jeweler to pick up the gift, then made time to stop at the shop before she took a cab to Logan.

The bell over the door rang when she entered the shop, and six faces turned to look at Elsa. She spotted Chris immediately and, after giving everyone else a shy little wave, made way over to his chair.

“Hey,” she greeted, kissing his cheek, “I was hoping to catch you between clients.”

Chris kissed her quickly, then took her by the elbow and turned her to the rest of the shop crew. He made quick introductions, then hurried her out of the shop to the front sidewalk.

“This was a good surprise,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her again.

Elsa chuckled. “I’ve never seen you this nervous.”

“Well, ya know, I’ve told them I’m seeing someone, but it’s been a long time since I’ve introduced someone to my family. I was caught off guard is all.”

“That makes sense. I’m sorry to put you in a bad position.”

“No, no,” Chris assured, shaking his head adamantly, holding her hands up to his lips and kissing her knuckles. “I was nervous, is all. In a good way. I’m glad you were the one to break the cycle.”

Elsa grinned and pulled the small box from her bag and gave it to him. “I had a good reason for stopping by, promise. I know it’s not your birthday yet, but I was too excited to wait to give you your gift. Happy birthday, Chris.”

He ran his hand over the smooth lid of the box, then leaned down to kiss her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Open it!”

Chris grinned too and tucked the lid underneath the box. He raised his brow at the all-black watch set inside. Elsa took it out for him and turned the watch so he could see behind the watch face.

“‘Trust the timing’,” he read out loud. He smiled to himself; a fitting statement for them. “This is perfect, Elsa. It’s amazing. You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

“I know that, but I saved up. I wanted to do this for you.”

Chris cupped her face and kissed her again, softly. “Will you take this with you to New York? I want to take you out when I get there, and I don’t want to chance forgetting this, so I can wear it.”

Elsa nodded and helped him put the watch back in the box before putting it back in her bag. They shared a couple more kisses, then Chris hailed her a cab to take her to the airport. Elsa smiled to herself as the yellow car drove away; she couldn’t wait to be home with Chris and her family.

Chris stood on the sidewalk for a few minutes after Elsa left, smoking a cigarette and preparing himself for the reaction of the crew. He had lit a second cigarette, in an effort to delay the inevitable, when the bell over the shop door rang again.

“Got a light?”

He dug the lighter from his pocket and leaned over to light Scarlett’s cigarette. Things were quiet for about a minute, and then she spoke.

“The rest of them didn’t recognize her, and I’m not going to say anything. They all like her -- what they got from the thirty seconds before you rushed her out.” Scarlett took a long drag from her cigarette. “I like her, too. I can see you do, and you should see how she lights up when she looks at you.”

Chris sighed, scratching at a spot above his eye with his thumb. “Scar …”

“What are you doing, Chris? What’s gonna happen when she finds out you were part of the team that traumatized her and changed her life forever? We scarred her, do you get that? And now you’re fucking her and she’s falling in love with you.”

“I’m not fucking her,” Chris rebutted. “I’m serious about her. Is that why you’re so pissed? Is it really about the robbery?”

Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Whatever feelings I thought I had left for you, Chris, were gone when you went MIA when Seb needed you. Who the fuck does that?” She shook her head and threw the butt of her cigarette in a puddle nearby. “It doesn’t matter, it’s passed. Seb’s forgiven you, so I guess I should, too. Just know that I’ve moved on from all of that. The problem now is what’s gonna happen when she finds out who you really are.”

Scarlett went back into the shop. Chris shoved his hands in his pockets; Scar wasn’t wrong. He had fucked up, in more ways than one. Then and there, he decided that before they came back to Boston from Maine, he would tell Elsa the truth.

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Boston Boys [Part Seven]

Summary:  Aurelie opens up to John; Elsa is unsure about Chris; Chris tries to put his foot down with Robert. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1469 Chapter Warnings: Crime discussion. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

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A couple of days later, John and Aurelie were scheduled to have their first official date. A day or two of thinking about everything she had told her brother had convinced her that she needed to tell John the truth before they went any further. For her own safety and to potentially avoid a bigger scene than she wanted, Aurelie asked him to meet her in the park.

“We could have met at the restaurant,” John said, joining her on the bench. He draped his arm over the back of the bench and took a deep breath. “Do you want to go from here?”

Aurelie took a deep breath. “Before we go, Johnny, I want to tell you something -- I have to tell you something, actually. I wasn’t going to. I was going to wait it out, but then I told Chris he needed to be honest with this girl he’s been seeing and I realized if I didn’t do that same, I’d be a hypocrite.”

John’s arm pulled away from the back of the bench. He leaned forward on his knees and closed his eyes. “Chris. Please, kid, tell me you don’t mean the Chris I think you mean.”

She licked her lips. “Chris Evans is my stepbrother. My father died when I was younger, and my mother married Chris’s father. I’ve known about a lot of things from way younger than I maybe should have, and I didn’t want to be associated with any of it. So, I kept my last name, I went to medical school. I see Chris sometimes, but I don’t see the rest of the family. They don’t have any interest in seeing me. As soon as you told me your name in the hospital, I knew who you were, and I knew that there could be trouble if certain people found out I had treated you.”

“Which is why you asked me not to tell anyone you were my doctor that night.”

Aurelie nodded. “I’m sorry I let it go even this far without telling you.”

John sat up. “Wait -- so you know who I am, too. You know what kind of life I have, and you still wanted to see me? Is this about your brother?”

“It’s not about my brother. I like you, genuinely. But I don’t want you to not have a choice here. We would have to keep this very secret if it continues and --”

Her sentence was cut off by John’s lips on hers. Aurelie reacted immediately, cupping her hand over the back of his neck when John’s hands carded into her hair.

“Sorry,” John said when he pulled away, “kissing you in the middle of the park isn’t very secret. I don’t give a shit who your brother is, and I get needing to keep it on the down low. But you’re going to have to show me I can trust you.”

“Likewise,” Aurelie agreed. “This can’t be about my brother for you, either.”

John nodded and kissed her once more. “Fair enough. Can we go to dinner now?”

Aurelie giggled. “Yes, we can go to dinner now.”

Elsa dropped her books on the passenger seat of her car and bit her lip as she pulled out her phone to dial Chris’s number. They had gone on a few dates by now, and already she couldn’t get enough of him. He was funny and caring, always knew the right thing to say. She hoped that things were going in a serious direction, but she wasn’t going to rush him, either.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted as soon as the line connected. “How was class?”

“It was good,” Elsa answered. “Film History, which is my favorite class. Do you have time for lunch soon?”

Chris hesitated. “Uh, I wish I did, but the shop is pretty busy.”

“I’ll come by and see you,” Elsa offered, hopefully.

“It’s really busy,” he repeated, “but I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

Elsa felt her heart crumble a little. “Yeah, okay. Sounds good. Talk soon.”

“Talk soon.”

She waited for him to disconnect the call, something he did after a few seconds. She thought about that phone call the entire way home. Chris sounded stressed, but maybe he was really busy. Maybe he felt bad about telling her he couldn’t see her. They hadn’t made plans.

“You’re overthinking, Elsa,” she told herself. “Call Brie, get it off your chest, and move on with your life.”

So, that’s what she did. She put in a call to her best friend and unloaded the entire, over-analyzed situation.

“I mean, based on what you told me before, I really do think he likes you. Maybe it’s moving too fast for him. Maybe he’s not sure how he feels -- how strong he feels. You know how long it took Ben to ask me out. Guys are weird about feelings.”

“You’re right. I’m panicking. I’m still on edge sometimes from the robbery, that’s why I’m so sensitive.”

Brie nodded. “You’re absolutely right. Everything is going to work out, Els. You’ll see. Hey, maybe bring him with you next time you visit New York.”

Elsa paused. “Oh, well, see -- the thing is -- Chris, he runs his family’s barber shop and -- well, I don’t even know when I’m going to be in New York again. So, yeah. I don’t know. Maybe.”

“What is it you’re so worried about?”

“I don’t know. Maybe let me get through this one emotional crisis at a time, huh?”

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” Brie laughed. “I’ve got to go, but we’ll talk again soon.”

Elsa nodded. “Yeah, sounds good. Thanks, Brie.”

“Anytime, gorgeous.”

The call disconnected. Elsa decided that even though it was mid-day, she didn’t have anywhere else to be, so a bath and a glass of wine were exactly what she needed.

Chris turned his phone off and shoved the device in his pocket. He hated being here. Robert Downey Jr.’s office in downtown Boston was so pristine and glass and white. Chris was out of his league here, and a call from Elsa -- a girl who was also out of his league, for too many different reasons— didn’t help him to feel any more relaxed. Anxiety was gripping every fiber of him, and on top of feeling so out of place, he couldn’t show that anxiety one bit.

“Mr. Downey will see you now.”

He snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat. He couldn’t think about Elsa or anxiety, or how out of place he felt in the only life he had known. He pushed the door open to Robert’s office and took a seat.

“How are things?” Robert asked, pulling a briefcase out from under the desk and sliding it toward Chris. “The money has all been exchanged. You cut is here, and for the rest of them, too. This was a good referral, I’m proud of all you.”

“Thank you,” Chris replied, setting the briefcase on the floor next to him. “Listen, Robert --”

“There was a hostage.”

Chris’s breath caught in his throat. He paused a moment before nodding in the affirmative. “Scar spooked. She thought this teller pulled the alarm -- I don’t think it was her, but our bases are covered there. The cops told her there were too many bigger problems in the area.”

“How do you know that?”

Shit. How did he get out of this without giving Robert any leverage? “We followed up -- I did. Personally. Tailed her for a few days, she hasn’t talked to the police in a while.”

Robert looked suspicious, but seemed to drop the subject for the next thing on his agenda -- an agenda from which Chris never knew what to expect.

“So the next referral --”

“No.”

Robert frowned. “No? I’m sorry, but your job is not to tell me no. Your job is to take the referrals I give you and follow up on them.”

Now was not the time for anxiety or heightened emotions, but that was all Chris felt. Leaning forward onto the desk, he tried his best to reason with Robert.

“This last one was big, like you said. The hostage thing turned out all right, but maybe it’s time to lay low -- before the cops start making connections. We’re set up for right now, we have time. The money isn’t going to stop flowing anytime soon.”

“Then why put a dam up?” Robert opened the drawer of his desk and took out an envelope. He handed it to Chris, who hesitated before taking it. “Good choice. You and Seb scout it out and get back to me.”

Chris shoved the envelope in his back pocket and picked up the briefcase. He made way for the door, anxious to get out of that office and far away from the life he never asked to have.

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There’s a fic I’m writing that I will likely never post but this picture fits it SO WELL.