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ecto-american · 5 years ago

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If Found Please Return to Danny Phantom

Phic Phight Oneshot for @imperfection-at-itsfinest: When Jack manages to get his hands on Danny Phantom's ghost hunting logbook, an investigation reveals some information about ghosts and the infamous specter himself that a scientific study would never cover.

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It would be wrong of him to read it.

Jack kept staring at the book in his hands. It resembled a diary, the front design being colorless but a pressed design. The moon with stars, with no words, and the diary itself felt unusually thin. There was no lock, as if it was almost inviting him to just read it. Jack had, in fact, already opened to the first page, and the first words greeted him. In a standard font read: If Found, Please Return to: and the name scrawled, in surprisingly tidy handwriting, was the name Danny Phantom.

What an absolute find. It was pure dumb luck. He had seen Phantom drop it, but Jack had went looking for it in hopes that the ghost teen had dropped one of the stolen Fenton gadgets. Only to recover...this book that he had taken home and into the privacy of his lab for study.

The idea of Phantom keeping a diary was kinda funny. He never struck Jack as the type to write down his deepest darkest secrets or teenage embarrassments in a book. That would imply that the ghost had some kind of emotions. They didn’t. They were blobs of ectoplasmic energy.

So it should be okay for him to read, right? Why was he so hesitant? Well...it was an invasion of privacy. But it was fine. Phantom dropped it in the park. Phantom was a menace to society. There was likely evidence in this journal that could explain all of the ghost boy’s terrible deeds, that could prove that he truly was evil. This diary could change everything.

...Jack had children though, and he knew both were avidly creative. Scrapbooking, drawing, painting, writing. They were stress outlets for his girls, and he wouldn’t ever dare dream of invading their privacy like that. So he couldn’t. He shouldn’t. Phantom deserved privacy, right?

“Jack? Are you coming to dinner?” Maddie’s voice snapped him from his thought process. She hadn’t made a noise as she came down the stairs. But Maddie was a much better stealth hunter than him.

“Yes, yes! Sorry, I was distracted,” Jack apologized. He set the book down on the table. Maddie rose an eyebrow at him.

“Did you get a new ectobiology book?” she asked. His eyes glanced to the book, and he shook his head no. Maddie came over to him, studying the book cover. Of course, it didn’t resemble any of the scientific texts that they owned.

“I don’t know how to explain it…” Jack said slowly. He held it out to her. Maddie accepted it.

“This looks like it belongs to the kids,” she stated. She opened the first page, and Jack saw her eyes widen. Her breath hitched, and she looked up to him “Jack...where did you...get this?”

“He dropped it during a fight,” he replied. “I thought it was Fenton tech, but…”

Her eyes sparkled, and she shut the book. A wide grin had appeared, and she threw her arms around her husband.

“Oh Jack! This could teach us so much! If this really is a journal or some kind of diary, then he may have recorded motivations! Thoughts! We can really get into how Phantom thinks and a raw, honest, firsthand account from Phantom himself! This changes everything!”

She was right. She was absolutely right, and he hugged her back. They were scientists first and foremost, and this journal could fill in so many missing blanks about ghosts. It was a starting off point. Jack’s mind raced with all the things they could possibly learn. Just from a simple peek of the book. That was worth more than the invasion of privacy of a ghost that caused so much havoc, destruction and pain.

“We should look at it right now!” he exclaimed. Maddie pulled away with a small frown.

“After dinner,” she reminded him. “I finally got everybody corralled upstairs for a family dinner. It’s nearly impossible to get either of the girls at the same time.”

“Oh, right!” Jack nearly slapped his forehead. Yes, they were scientists first and foremost, but before even that, they were Mom and Dad. “First thing after dinner.”

“First thing after dinner,” she agreed with a smile.

Upstairs, he saw that Jazz was already serving herself. Chicken, mashed potatoes and peas. His youngest was pouring iced tea into glasses for everybody.

“Hey Ghost-kateers!” Jack greeted cheerfully with a grin. Both kids groaned in embarrassment. Perfect.

“Daaad!” his youngest complained, a whine hitching as she put the pitcher of ice tea back. “I told you, if I’m going to be some kind of ye olde soldier type, I wanna be a knight, like at the renaissance fair.”

“Ah, but if you’re a ghost-kateer, you can get an anti-ghost musket!” Jack teased. As he walked past her to get his own food, he playfully ruffled her pixie-cut hair. She waved his hand away.

“But as a ghost knight, I can get a cool sword!” she protested. Jack shook his head in fake disappointment.

“Never bring to a ghost sword to a ghost musket fight, baby boo,” her dad replied.

“Can’t shoot what you can’t see!” she shot back with a grin. Jack had to hand it to her, and he just chuckled.

“Can we please have a ghost free dinner?” Jazz scowled.

“Yes, yes, let’s save ghosts for after dinner,” Maddie agreed. Jazz shot her a grateful look, and Jack focused on getting his serving of dinner from the stove. His youngest pushed her sleeves up, exhaling. Jack stole a look at her and frowned. She had some sweat collected on her forehead.

“Honey if you're hot, you can just take your sweatshirt off,” he told her. She shook her head no.

“No, I'm fine,” she insisted. Jack was skeptical.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Mhm!”

Jack shrugged a bit. She was always insisting on wearing a hoodie, no matter the weather. If she got hot enough, she’d take it off. No need to force it. He got his food and took his seat.

“How's school going?” Maddie questioned. Jazz lit up a bit, and her sister flinched. She raised a suspicious eyebrow at her youngest.

“I managed to get a B on my chemistry test,” the youngest spoke up with a forced smile.

“That’s excellent!” Maddie’s demeanor shifted as she smiled warmly. “Keep it up!”

“Yeah!” The youngest seemed to visibly relax. “Sam’s been helping me study.”

“That’s good, I always studied better when V-man or your mom helped me,” Jack nodded at her as he cut up his chicken.

“Oh it’s true, I used to help your father study for all of our shared classes,” Maddie confirmed. “Otherwise he’d get so distracted.”

“Yeah, Sam just explains it super well,” their daughter agreed. “Tucker’s been going over math with me a bit, which helps some.”

“Well if you need a tutor, just let us know, and we’ll help you arrange one,” Maddie smiled. “What about you, Jazz?”

“Pretty good,” she replied. “Mr. Lancer asked if I wanted to be his TA this summer, which I really do. It’ll look good on a college application, and I might even get paid!”

“Have you been narrowing down where you might wanna go?” Jack asked. Jazz eagerly nodded.

“Yeah! Oxford is my number one choice, but I also would love to go to Yale or Stanford. I’ve been talking with the college counselor about what else might look good on an application for them that I can do over the summer. I wrote them down in my planner notebook earlier-”

“Hey, that kinda reminds me,” her sister interrupted. “Have you guys seen one of my notebooks? I think I lost it,” she asked them. Jack stared at her. The reminder of the notebook he actually had found. Maddie seemed unbothered by the question. This wasn’t unusual, for the parents to have to play “where’s my stuff?” with the kids.

“What notebook?” Jazz asked hesitantly.

“My important one,” came the reply. Jazz frowned lightly.

“Sorry, princess, haven’t seen any notebooks laying around,” Jack replied. He saw the briefest of a cringe cross his youngest’s features. “Did you leave it at school?” Her shoulders slumped.

“I don’t think so?” she said hesitantly. “I’ll have to check tomorrow. I was so sure I had it earlier…” Her voice trailed off before she forced a smile. “If you see it, let me know!” She picked up a forkful of chicken, only to freeze. The clattering made Jack glance up curiously as she was turning her attention to Maddie. “Can I be excused? I have some homework to get done.”

Maddie let out a soft sigh. So much for family dinner.

“Of course, just make sure you come back down before you go to bed to get your chores done,” Maddie nodded at her. The young Fenton snapped to her feet with a thanks, fully abandoning her dinner as she went to the stairs. Jazz stared after her sister, craning her neck to track her movements before hurriedly shoveling more mashed potatoes in her mouth.

“Uh, I’m not that hungry, and I totally forgot to do this online assignment,” Jazz spoke, standing up, taking hers and her sister’s plate. She was already walking away before either parent could truly give permission. “I’ll put our plates up and clean up in a bit!”

“A-alright?” Jack hesitated, watching his other child put the plates on the counter before rushing up as well. Another child down. They seemed to grow up so fast.

“Least they’re doing homework,” Maddie sighed lightly, shaking her head before taking a drink of her tea. “Oh well. Might as well take their lead and eat in the lab?”

“Please,” Jack agreed. He stood up, taking his plate. “I’m dying to see what Phantom has to say.”

January 10

Skulker: 1; captured

Ectopuss: 1; captured

Box Ghost: 8; captured

Ember: Fought; got away

Fenton Thermos: half-full

Fenton Fisher: untangled

January 11

Vultures: 1; got away

Cujo: 1; played fetch and he went back to the GZ

Fenton Thermos: Full

Ghost Bazooka: overheated and doesn’t shoot anymore, take apart and fix it

January 12

Skulker: 2; got away

Box Ghost: 3; captured

Sidney: 2; got away

Fenton Fisher: tangled, untangle asap

January 13

Skulker: 1; captured

Box Ghost: 4; got away

Fenton Thermos: damaged, won’t suck up ghosts

I met a new ghost today named Desiree. She got away, but it allowed me to discover a new ghost power. Ghost ray.

Maddie furrowed her brow as she studied the words. She stood at the table, her dinner half-forgotten as she thought on the words.

“It sounds like a record,” Jack mused, and he ate another spoonful of peas. Maddie nodded in agreement.

“I think we found Phantom’s logbook,” she agreed. “I’m assuming these are the ghosts he’s fought. And he seems to be recording his powers too. This is huge, we can match up what we know about his powers and what he’s claiming.”

“And he’s recording the status of our equipment.” Jack frowned. “Why would he care?”

“Yeah, he made note that he was going to fix the Fenton Bazooka too,” Maddie pointed out. The scientist flipped through the pages, only to stop at a page, staring curiously. Maddie laid the journal on the table, pressing the spine so that the pages stayed open. She read the page aloud to Jack.

December 19

I hate my life. I hate this existence. I look in the mirror and wonder why it has to be this way. Why am I the one cursed to be this freak? Why is everything about me and my body wrong? For once, I wish something about me was normal, that somebody about me could be right. If Desiree wasn’t such an unreliable asshole with wishes, I’d give everything I have to wish that life could, for once, allow me to be a normal teenage boy.

Jack listened to her in a stumped silence. This couldn’t have been a pre-death thought process of a moody teenager. It was written too recently, and the words hit a sorrowful chord to him. He didn’t intend to, but he quickly began to feel sorry for Phantom. He was very young. It couldn’t have been easy to lose everything at that age. His daughter was his age. Jack cleared his throat.

“It’s not just a log then?” Jack questioned. Maddie shook her head, flipping the pages back.

“No, I think it’s a mix. There’s still records of ghosts and FentonWorks equipment,” she replied. Using a leg, she pulled a wheeled chair to her to sit in. She leaned back, and she pulled the journal to her. After a moment of flipping through and scanning pages, she settled on a page about a third of the way through. “It seems like this is when he began to record things other than just ghosts.”

“What’s it say?” Jack wondered. Maddie read aloud the next few entries as Jack silently continued to eat.

April 4

I only fought this shitty panther today, and he still got away. I’m such a fucking idiot. I can’t believe he got away. I was too slow. All I do is fuck up. There’s ghostly activity happening around the school, and I just can’t figure it out. I feel like I can’t stop them anymore. I don’t know what’s going on, why I suddenly suck so much. I honestly probably just always sucked, and now it’s starting to hit me. [scribbles] and [scribbles] were trying to make me feel better, but I fucked up. It was only one ghost today, and I couldn’t catch them. It destroyed an entire store, and it’s my fault.

April 8

No ghosts today, surprisingly. But [scribbles] has been acting weird lately. The other day she poked and prodded me at dinner. No clue what that’s about. She also tried to give me this speech that I can talk to her about anything, and that she’d love me no matter what. That makes me think she found my binder. I’m honestly kinda freaking out. I knew I shouldn’t have left it out like that. She’s such a nosy know it all.

“Phantom must keep more records than just this,” Maddie lightly mused. “He has an entire binder full of information that somebody discovered.”

“Maybe on other ghosts?” Jack theorized. “He’s recording his fights, he must be also recording information about them.” Maddie’s eyes lit up.

“That makes so much sense,” she agreed. “He probably keeps so many kinds of things written down and logged. I wonder where he’s keeping it? Obviously paper, which is a bit odd. I figured a teenager would move to the digital age…” Maddie paused.

“Maybe he’s older than we think he is?” Jack suggested. “He could have died fifty years ago, and just be more comfortable with writing things down.”

“Oh, that’s true,” Maddie mused. She put down the notebook to take a long sip of her drink. Jack picked it up to observe the page she read.

“Phantom has neat handwriting,” he noted. “He’s not fighting ghosts when he writes these.” Jack’s eyes scanned the words. “...I wonder who he’s scribbled out.”

“Allies?” Maddie shrugged. “He probably went back and blacked out some of the names. Privacy. Especially if this isn’t the first time he’s lost this.”

It made the most logical sense. Jack skipped the purely log entries to one that had more written, and he read it aloud to his wife.

April 10

She was feeding on us. Spectra, the Casper High “psychologist” was feeding on emotions, like some kind of emotional vampire but she’s a ghost. It’s so scary. I saw her do it. She asked [scribbles] and [scribbles] about their lives. What made them unhappy, and why. And when they left, I saw her absorb? I guess how I’d describe it? She absorbed the energy into her skin and it just seemed to instantly revive her, and it made her happy. When she did it to me, I could just look in her eyes and know that she enjoyed every minute of my misery. I managed to stop her, with [scribbles] helping me. It was weird. She didn’t seem afraid of me. I don’t know why.

Spectra: 2; captured

“Ghosts can feed off of energy!” Maddie exclaimed. “Human energy! We always suspected it, but this is confirming something!” Jack glanced up at her excitedly. It was the first real, true ghostly discovery that Phantom was revealing to them.

April 13

All I do is fuck up lately. Because of me, this ghost dog just absolutely has been causing havoc on this girl’s life. She blames me. And I don’t blame her. I ruined her entire life. She lost her house because of me. I didn’t mean to. I tried to stop the dog, but he just won’t respond to anything I say. I can’t capture him. I’ve been trying. I’ve been just calling the dog Cujo. After the Stephen King book, because damn is this dog giving me one fucking nightmare of a time.

Cujo: 3, got away

April 16

[scribbles] kissed me. It was to force me to change back, and it worked, but she kissed me. It was great. She smelled like lavender. I don’t think my heart’s ever beaten so fast. Afterwards she clarified to me that it was just a fake-out make-out. It didn’t feel like it. I don’t want it to be. But she’s my best friend, and I can’t lose her. So I agreed, and when I came home I cried. My dad caught me, and I pretended it was just girl problems, even though that excuse made me feel even worse. He got me some ice cream, and we watched Star Trek together. It didn’t really help that much, if I’m being honest.

Anyway, apparently Cujo’s trained. He knows his commands. [scribbles] thinks it’s because he was a guard dog when he was alive for Axion Labs. For a guard dog, he’s such a playful puppy though, he loves his squeaky toy. And [scribbles] became a hunter specifically to kick my ass. It’s my lucky month. But I deserve it. Will there ever be a day where I actually can do more good than bad?

Skulker: 1; captured

[Scribbles]: 1 Red Huntress

Cujo: 1, got away

“Phantom has a family?” Maddie wondered. She chewed on her food as she thought. Jack shrugged, an odd, unsettled feeling hitting him as he put the book down for a moment. He used his spoon to push around his peas.

“I mean, we all do,” Jack reminded her. “Just...I didn’t think Phantom still talked to his family. After his death. Or did such...non-ghost things with them.” Watching Star Trek with his dad? Jack did that with his own kids all the time. It was his and his youngest daughter’s favorite show to watch together. Jazz typically preferred documentary series, and Maddie was too bothered by scientific inaccuracies to really enjoy science fiction. So it was always “their thing” and knowing that Phantom did it too was...too human.

“Yeah, I didn’t...really expect him to still be haunting them,” Maddie said. Jack could tell that this was disturbing her a little.

“But ghosts can retain their memories from life it seems,” Jack spoke up. Maddie stared at him. “The dog remembers commands from his life as a guard dog. What extent, I’m not sure.” Maddie hummed curiously.

Jack picked the book up again, skipping through more boring logs to other words.

April 29

Ember: 2; captured

Fenton Thermos: full, empty

The past few weeks have been terrible. I have definitely come to the conclusion that I really am developing a crush on [scribbles]. Or maybe I always had one, I dunno. Is this really just an effect from Ember’s supposed spell? Does ghostly mind control really last? I think I always knew that I liked her though. I mean, ever since I told her that [scribbles], she’s been so supportive. She even cut my hair for me, which really pissed my parents off, but they ended up admitting that I looked better with my hair short anyway. Almost like it’s meant to be, huh? Ha. [scribbles] is also one of the only two people who know my deeper secret. She’s been so supportive through that too. She calls me Danny, and every time she refers to me as that, it makes my heart go crazy.

But would she even like me? Would she even wanna be with somebody like me? I don’t think I’d be her type. Some other friends I met at this local support group have complained about the struggles of dating. The stories are depressing, and it makes me worried that while [scribbles] will always love and accept me as a friend, that she’d never be able to love me as a boyfriend. I hate my life.

“Aw, Phantom has a little girlfriend,” Jack half-joked, only for goosebumps to raise and an odd chill run down his spine. He looked to Maddie for her opinion, and her face was scrunched up.

“That’s a bit creepy,” she commented. “He’s pretending to be human.”

“I dunno, Mads,” Jack shrugged. He re-read the ghostly teen’s internal conflicts. “Why would he pretend to be human in a journal that nobody’s meant to read?”

“He has to be sharing it with his allies,” she argued. “Those people he’s been scribbling out. Phantom has to be pretending for them. To keep them around. He even mentioned ghostly mind control.”

She pushed her mostly-finished plate from herself, motioning for Jack to hand over the journal. He complied, and Maddie flipped through it. She stopped, and she set the journal down on the table once more. Leaning over, she studied the spine. A finger ran along the inner spine, and she frowned.

“Pages are missing,” she noticed. Jack pushed his plate out of the way to lean over as well.

Indeed, the top of the diary revealed that it was meant to be a normal, full diary. Now that Maddie pointed it out, it looked like well over a fourth of the diary had missing pages. Jack squinted, pulling his hood over his eyes. He used his googles to better examine.

“They weren’t ripped out, like in a ghost fight,” Jack told her. He pointed to what remained of a page, a barely noticeable strip. “It was carefully cut out.” Maddie narrowed her eyes to get a better look.

“You’re right,” she mused. “Phantom did this purposefully. Probably to hide stuff from his allies.”

“But why hide some stuff and not others?” Jack wondered aloud. “Clearly this girlfriend figure is an ally, but he can’t be...sharing this with her, right?” Maddie pulled back from the notebook to lean in her chair with a heavy sigh.

“...I don’t know,” she admitted. “I don’t think he would. But he’s also a ghost, they do weird things.” Jack didn’t know how to reply, and so he continued to read.

May 16

The past few days have been so full of drama. Walker ruined my life. He absolutely ruined it. He set out to make me the most hated person in Amity Park out of pure spite, and he succeeded. I’m public enemy number one. I can never win. For a while now, I had debated telling my parents, because I so desperately want their support, but they were part of the news coverage calling me a disgusting, evil ghost. I ended up crying yesterday. I don’t think they’ll ever truly love me if they knew. I also failed Wulf. Another failure on my plate. I’m just waiting for it to all crash down on me.

Walker: 1; sent to the GZ

Wulf: 1; sent to the GZ

Walker’s goons: at least 14, all captured

Fenton Thermos: overflowingly full

“Oh this is just becoming nonsense,” Maddie complained. “He’s lying. We were there, Jack! We saw him attack us.”

“I know, I know, he did, yeah, he did,” Jack tried to gather his thoughts. “But why would he lie in this? I don’t think anybody was meant to read this?” Jack flipped through the pages. The further he flipped through in, the more he could tell that some sections had more carefully cut out papers than others. Why was Phantom cutting out? What was he hiding? Why was he hiding it?

“He meant for somebody to read this,” Maddie lightly argued.

“Yeah, it seems like it, but…,” Jack trailed off. He shook his head a bit, flipping back to where they had left off. “I dunno.”

“Hold on a second,” Maddie urged him, standing up. “Let me get something to write with, we should take some notes.”

“We can just use the scanner to make a copy of the journal afterwards, and we can further analyze it afterwards,” Jack suggested. Maddie thought on this, and she nodded, but she still reached for some scrap paper and a pen.

“Good idea, we should probably read through it fully first anyway,” she agreed. “But I still want to jot down some thoughts.”

“Of course, of course,” Jack replied. He knew that’s how she thought and processed information best, and it was always from her notes that he could visualize his own theories properly. He took a drink of tea before he continued reading the next true entry.

May 24

My entire relationship with my other crush (not [scribbles]) was a lie. She was being overshadowed by Kitty the entire time. This was my first real girlfriend, and it was all fake. I had assumed I was so lucky. I found a girl who knew and was okay with both of my biggest secrets. When I got home I ended up just going straight to my room. [scribbles] brought me dinner, but I didn’t feel like eating. Is this what life is going to be for me? I don’t want it to be like this. The only good thing is that [scribbles] doesn’t know either secret alongside our brief relationship.

Least Kitty and Johnny seem happy again. For now at least. I swear, they’re always breaking up and getting back together.

Kitty: 1; sent back to the GZ

Johnny 13: 1; sent back to the GZ

Shadow: 1; sent back to the GZ

Jack could lightly hear Maddie taking notes on her scrap paper, the pen scratching at the surface. He didn’t comment on it, silently flipping to the next page, and he continued to read.

August 19

I was forced to really face the reality of how much I fucked up [scribbles] life. I hate it. I’d do anything to take it back. It makes me wonder if I should just retire. Am I even really doing anything to help? Am I just a nuisance? Everybody thinks that.

Rationally I know I can’t. I’m the only one who can properly deal with the ghosts, who has the power and abilities to fight back without getting killed. I have to do what I can, but I just wish I could do it without making so many mistakes. [scribbles] said that it’ll be okay, and that it gets better, but it sure doesn’t fucking feel like it.

Skulker: 3; finished

Red Huntress: 2; temporary truce?

“He’s so full of...emotion for a ghost,” Maddie finally spoke up.

Jack glanced at the paper she had in front of her. There was some notes of what they had been learning so far, and there were emotions written in all caps with a line under, and a list of various emotions. Emotions Phantom seemed to be displaying. Guilty, despair, loneliness, self-hatred, self-doubt. Despite the few entries, it was already quite a list.

“It’s not just him either,” Maddie continued. Jack rose an eyebrow at her. She didn’t immediately reply, fingers on her lips as she stared down at the journal. “He’s giving emotions to other ghosts too.”

Jack stared down blankly at the journal in his hands.

“Where?”

Maddie began to write, and as she wrote, it clicked. Spectra’s joy in hurting others. Kitty and Johnny’s relationship. Walker’s spite. Cujo being a playful puppy. According to Phantom, and against what they knew as scientists, ghosts were experiencing a wide variety of emotions and for different reasons. It was weird.

Jack continued to read.

October 17

I don’t know what happened the past few days. It’s this weird blur. According to [scribbles] and [scribbles] I did a lot of bad things under Freakshow’s control. [scribbles] hugged me and told me that it was nothing that we couldn’t fix, but I doubt that. Why does this keep happening to me? I don’t want to hurt people. I want to be a good person, and I want to help Amity Park, but I don’t know what keeps happening. Everything’s a fog, and I’m exhausted.

Freakshow: 1; arrested by APPD

Circus ghosts: freed from Freakshow’s control, went back to the GZ

Replace Fenton Anti-Creep Stick, print out another sticker to put on it

“Freakshow...that was the weird circus guy,” Jack interrupted himself. Maddie nodded.

“Yeah, and if Phantom’s right...he could control the ghosts,” she mused. “So there’s a way for humans to take control of ghosts...That’s something to look into. If we can control the ghosts into staying away, it’d be such a massive scientific breakthrough.”

“We should look into Freakshow more, and see if we can talk to him!” Jack agreed. “Maybe he’ll share something with us.” Maddie smiled softly.

“I doubt that,” she replied gently. “But there’s no harm in trying. What else does it say?”

November 8

I have to fight Pariah Dark. I’m terrified. I don’t think I’ll live through it. How can I live through fighting the actual ghost king? I may never see my family again, and I can’t even tell them what happened to me if I die. I’ve been debating telling [scribbles] that I like her, but I don’t think I could bring myself to do it.

What happens if I die? I have no clue. I’m scared to find out. I can’t die now. I have to make it back. I’ll go missing, and I won’t even be declared dead as my parents’ son. Nobody will know who to really look for. I have to come back. Maybe if I succeed, and people like me again after this, I can tell my family everything.

November 10

I couldn’t tell them. My parents still despise part of me, despite what I’ve done. I know they love me, cause my mom’s already been fussing over me like crazy because of my injuries. [scribbles] said she cried when they couldn’t find me, and that my dad had gone out looking for me all over the city, even in the dangerous parts. They of course love me, but do they really love me unconditionally?

Jack felt his voice trailing off as he hit the end. He coughed lightly, and he took a long drink. Maddie stared off into nothing. The only thing he could think of was his own search for his baby girl. He wasn’t alone, bumping into several other parents desperately looking for their missing children, and several children who got separated from their parents. The entire day was somber and frightening, and Maddie had spent the entire day glued to the phone. In case she called them.

It was all...too real, and Jack flipped past more logs. He couldn’t help but begin to take note of how every single day had a log of ghost fighting activities, even if Phantom didn’t write down his feelings every day. This was so much more than the ghost hunting duo ever expected, more attacks than they were recording.

His eyes rested only for a moment on December 19, and he decided to just skip it. They had already read it earlier. No need to refresh those memories. More logs, and more missing pages, and he came upon another one.

March 26

I ripped out a lot of pages, more than I intended. I can’t risk anybody finding out what happened, but also other pages revealed too much, so I kept them tucked away where nobody could ever find them. I’d burn them, but I don’t want to lose the ghost hunting data. It’s okay now. I fixed the problem and assured that everything’s going to be fine. Possibly better. I made the right choice this time, and now I know that one day, I will grow a sick beard.

I know somebody knows my secrets now. All of them. She had known for months but wanted me to tell her. She asked me if I had a name, and ever since I told her that it was Danny, she’s been calling me that whenever she can. It made me cry the first time. It’s so great to have her know everything now. She loves me no matter what. I couldn’t ask for a better person. Even though she found out because I’m an idiot. This entire thing also made me realize how important it is to keep those secrets, and how poorly I’ve been keeping them.

I didn’t ever mean for this to turn into a diary. I wanted to keep track of ghost fights. But it honestly helps with both the dysphoria and the stresses of being a ghost. I just went back and scribbled out names. Just in case. In the future I need to be more vague.

But this is also the end for one secret. If things go wrong then well. I don’t know. I’ll make it up as I go along. But I know that this is who I am, and that I’m hitting a point where I need help to just be me.

Him: 1; captured for good

Skulker: 2; captured

Desiree: 1; captured

Ectopusses: 1; captured

Cujo: 1, sent back to the GZ

Fenton Thermos: full

Fenton Anti-Creep Stick: destroyed, get new bat and sticker to put on it

Also learned a new ghost power: Ghostly wail. A scream that can just absolutely fuck somebody’s day up. I have to use it sparingly though.

Jack closed the journal, and he set it flat on the table. His mind was blank, and he couldn’t read Maddie. She continued to stare at the closed book, hand in pen but almost unsure as to what to even jot down as a note. He leaned in his seat, finishing his drink. Maddie exhaled deeply, dropping her pen in favor of stretching.

Neither said a word. Jack knew that this journal was not any kind of trick. It was too raw and emotional to be anything more than the thoughts of a teenage ghost. He regretted reading it. It held some interesting information, and he was sure if he dug deeper, that he would find more. But as it stood, his own intense guilt was settling as he knew that he just took too personal a look into the private emotional afterlife of Phantom.

“This is a lot to take in,” Maddie finally spoke. Jack only nodded.

The basement door opened, and they heard dual pairs of footsteps hop downstairs. Jack instantly brightened, and he turned in his chair to smile as his kids soon came into view.

“Hey, is this a bad time?” Jazz asked. She glanced between them, and Jack immediately shook his head no.

“No, no,” Maddie replied quickly. Jack saw her push the journal and her notes, along with her pen and a few spare lab tools, carelessly into a drawer to help assure the Fenton kids that they weren’t interrupting anything. “What’s up, sweetie?”

“Well, I have something that I wanna talk about,” their youngest spoke slowly. Jack noticed that she had finally taken off her hoodie, and that while she wore her normal tomboy attire, that something was a bit off about her. He couldn’t place it. Jazz stood close to her, an arm full of books clutched to her chest, though he couldn’t make out any titles. “It’s something important, and I don’t really want to put it off any longer.”

“Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?” Jack asked. His daughter shook her head no.

“Oh, no!” she said. “It’s just…”

She took a deep breath, and soon, their son began to explain.

#phics #my phics #phic phight #team ghost

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chaos-writes · 4 years ago

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Randy Meeks: Butterflies

No TW. Word count: 1,732.

“He’s a good guy…” I heard as I zoned back into the conversation. “He’s just, I don't know… weird.” Tatum said as she scrunched her nose. “Who… Meeks?” I asked. “Yeah, I mean, he’s pretty chill, but he just talks about those stupid movies way too much. He’s such a fanatic about them, overthinking every little detail of every little event. He thinks we’re living in a horror movie.” “well, he can’t be that bad,” I pointed out, “he’s nice to us, and he hangs out with people a lot. He’s not much of a weird lonely loser like you’re making him out to be.” Tatum sighs, “yeah, you’re right. It’s just… something doesn’t sit right with me about him. I don’t know.”

Something… doesn’t sit right with me about him. Heh, wonder what that could mean. Later that day, I got a message online from Randy. “Hey, what are you up to?” I reply, “Oh, nothing much, I suppose.” “you wanna hang out? How about my place?” “sure thing! I’ll be there in a few!” Yes! I get to go hang out with him, the boy who I can't help but admire!

Meanwhile, Stu would not shut up about it over the phone. “Randy, you gotta understand, they think you’re just buddy-buddy. C’mon man! You’re not gonna get a date with them!” Billy’s giggles could be heard in the background. Of course he’s there, too. Randy broke, “I just KNOW I can get a date with them! It’s not like you have any better of a chance than I do!” Stu snickered, “oh really? To each their own then,” Click.

Randy felt uneasy. He knows that Stu is just being a dick about it, but he can’t stop that little voice in the back of his head saying, this was such a bad idea. A horrible idea! You’re not only gonna ruin your chance, but the friendship too! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He paced the living room and checked himself over. Deodorant? Never too much. Brushed teeth? Yup. Neat hair? Ehhh.. Sure.

I knocked on the door. I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I wonder if he feels the same way about me? I heard footsteps rushing to the door. Jesus, is he ok? The door swung open and in a flurry of warmth I was greeted by the red-headed, wide-smiled boy who always looked like his heart was beating in his throat when I was around. “Hi, sorry for making you wait,” Randy heaved. “Come in, it’s cold out there!”

As I walked deeper into the warm house, the scent of fresh pizza and popcorn loomed over me. The sound of a monotonous radio host emanated from the kitchen. “You had the radio on?” I asked. “You know I like my background noise,” Randy chuckled. I sat down on his couch and relished in the heat coming from his fireplace. Randy soon followed, beer in his hands. He offered me one, “no, thank you,” I declined. “Oh, sorry. Do you want water instead?” “Sure!” I said.

Of course, he put on a horror movie. Although, I really don't mind. He talks throughout the movie, about what the protagonists are doing wrong, how to survive the slashers, and how it's all so fake and all the little missed details since he knows those movies by heart. He scooted a little closer to me. A jumpscare in the movie made me jump, and I ended up grabbing Randy’s arm. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” I yelped. “No, no, it’s okay!” He giggled.

I noticed Randy’s body language tense up as the movie gets closer to the end. I try to think nothing of it… Wait, am I making him uncomfortable? What am I doing wrong? Oh jeez, I can’t mess this up! I shift, trying to make myself smaller.

Oh god… the end of the movie is coming up… I’m gonna ask them out. They’re so beautiful. Oh no, am I making them uncomfortable? Oh god, I hope i’m not. What am I gonna say? “Do you wanna go on a date?” No… “how about we take it a step further… let’s go on a date sometime.” Yes! I think that’s good enough. Ok, here goes- Randy thought, as his breathing accelerated.

“Hey, Y/N?” I turn my head. He’s sitting on the edge of the couch, facing towards me. “What’s up?” I ask. “Do you like hanging out with me?” Randy says. He looks like he’s about to combust. “Of course I do!” “Okay, well, how about we take it a step further?” he asked. “What do you mean?” “I mean let’s go on a date sometime.” my heart leaps. He can’t be serious! Really? “Okay, sure!” I tried to feign a smile, to hide my cheeks. I know I'm blushing. God, I'm awkward. Randy sighed, and I snapped back into reality. “I’ve loved you for a really long time, I guess since you moved to Woodsboro,” he said. “That’s funny, I was gonna say the same thing!” we both laughed. “So, are you free on Friday?” I asked.

Friday rolled around. I message him, so… where are we going? I asked. It's a surprise! You don’t say? Okay, well, is it outdoors? Do I need to dress warm? Randy replied, Yeah… that's a good idea. I'll pick you up in an hour. Heh. Alright then. I threw on a comfy turtleneck sweater and some baggy jeans. I did my hair and made sure I had breath mints on me. Alrighty, I think I'm ready to go.

He pulled into my driveway, and I put my shoes on and opened the door. He gets out and we walk towards one another. He’s holding something behind his back and beaming. He’s wearing a black bomber jacket and jeans. He extends his arm and holds out a flower. “Is that a carnation?” “yep,” He nods. “Oh, thank you! Carnations are my favorite!” “They are? Well, I should get you one every time we go out!” He laughed. I giggled with him.

He leads me to the passenger side of his car and opens the door for me. I said “Thank you,” and slid in as he shut it. I set the carnation on my lap and put on the seatbelt. I took in the scent of his car. Some very faint fast food, maybe? It was drowned out with the scent of cologne and a leather car interior. I zone back in when he opens his door and climbs in. He beamed at me and asked, “You ready?” I smiled and nodded.

The ride to wherever he was taking me was so much fun. We played our favorite music and sang and danced together. I never knew Randy was that goofy! We talked about school and our hobbies, and things that made me fall that much harder in love with him.

When we arrived, the first thing we did was walk into an ice cream shop. “Pick out a flavor,” Randy said, as he fiddled with his wallet. “You don’t have to, Randy. I have my own-” Randy interrupted in an odd English accent, “Nonsense, love. Let me get you a cone.” I ended up getting my favorite flavor. Randy got a strawberry flavored cone. We left the shop and continued on our way.

We continued walking around the town, laughing and enjoying ourselves. We held hands as we walked and saw monuments, landmarks, and beautiful landscapes. As it got darker, we walked into a restaurant for dinner. He bought us a nice steak dinner and we were so full after eating. We left and continued walking. The views became even more beautiful as we walked in the dark.

He slowed down and we came to a stop at a beautiful pond, illuminated by fireflies and the only thing we could hear were the soft chirping of crickets and the trees rustling in the soft autumn breeze.

“So,” He began. “We’ve been close since we met. And I have had no one else on my mind but you. You are so wonderful. You don’t realize just how special you are to me. I would love to have you even closer, all to myself, if you will. So, will you make me the happiest man in the world, and be mine?” I was so taken aback. Randy usually isn’t the best with words. “I had no idea you felt so strongly about me. Of course, I’ll be yours, Randy. All yours.” he leaned towards me and rested his hands on my waist. He gently kissed me. I reciprocated. At that point my heart was beating somewhere in my throat. My hands were on his shoulders and my thumbs brushed against his neck.

I went home that night with butterflies in my stomach. I held the carnation gently in my hands. I couldn’t stop thinking of all the things we could do together. I could sit in his lap and play with his hair, I could rest my head against his chest, we could hold hands, god, I could even kiss him. It was all so exciting, having someone so close to me in a new school. I couldn’t wait until school on Monday.

Monday came around and I got a phone call before I left for school. It was Randy! “Hey, do you want me to pick you up for school?” “sure! Thanks Randy!” “of course, I’ll see you in a few.”

That whole day, I was so happy. All my classes went by in a blur. Lunch was even better. I went outside to talk to Randy, he’s usually standing, but today he’s sitting. I walk up to him. “Hey, cutie,” he says. I just giggled at him. He pulled me into his lap and carried on the conversation. I got some strange looks from Sidney and Tatum and Stu looked so surprised. But, Billy on the other hand… looked almost angry. He caught me looking at him and he looked away. I looked at Randy, and he whispered to me, “Don’t worry about those guys. They just don’t wanna see the school nerd with a good-looking partner.” we giggle to ourselves and I rest my head on his chest. He rests his chin on the top of my head.

I close my eyes, and think to myself, I could get used to this.

#randy meeks #scream #scream 1996 #fic #slash-writes

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redshirtgal · 5 years ago

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So whose job was it to cast all those redshirts (and stunt people) we celebrate here? Who figured out which actors were needed for each scene, which extras needed to be hired (and how much they would get paid) and which props were needed for each scene as it was filmed, in addition to the distributing copies of the scripts to all and sending them updated scripts as needed along with what time everything had to be in place for the cameras? All of these duties and more are usually the job of the second assistant director. The Star Trek set (and those of most television series) needed more than just the main director or even the first assistant because several scenes were usually being filmed at the same time. One of the most personable and popular second assistant directors who worked on the set of The Original Series was a young man by the name of Charlie Washburn. He was also known as “Charlie Star Trek” because one of his duties was to answer the phone on the set. When it rang, he crisply answered “Star Trek - Charlie!” The crew began calling him Charlie Star Trek and it stuck as long as he worked there. The Tennessee native originally wanted to break into writing advertisements. During the the two year program he had entered in Milwaukee, he happened to take a course in television. Charlie became fascinated with all the details of a director’s work and decided that was a far more interesting field. Even though he first began looking for work in television in Chicago and New York (more about that later), he eventually decided to come to Hollywood and enter the Directors Guild program and was accepted.

But before he could graduate, he had to served as an apprentice on an actual set. Luckily for Charlie, he was hired as a trainee on Star Trek for the second season. During his trainee period, he worked under assistant director. (Shapiro had previously worked on My Favorite Martian where he met Billy Blackburn and later he brought him on board The Original Series). Charlie enjoyed Tiger’s sense of humor and learned a lot about making personal connections with both the cast and the crew in addition to all the other duties a second assistant director needed to master. Tiger allowed him to gradually take over more and more of his duties as long as Charlie cleared any changes first. He ended his apprenticeship with over 400 hours of training.

Charlie Washburn graduated at the top of his class, so he did not have any trouble finding work. Star Trek immediately hired him back as a second assistant director. As mentioned previously, the show always needed two second assistant directors so Washburn was able to work alongside his former mentor, Tiger Shapiro, during the third season.

D.C. Fontana interviewed Washburn and another production crew member for an article for Inside Star Trek. Charlie provided many details about his work that he enjoyed, but he said one of the duties he dreaded were the firings. The decision was not his of course, but would get handed down from the producer’s office and it was up to one of the assistant directors to handle the firings professionally. Charlie was involved in the aftermath of the firing of one of the Earp brothers on the set of “ Spectre of the Gun.” Even though someone else had already informed the agent and the actor of the situation, that meant they had to hire a replacement and that was one of the duties of the directors team. When the new actor appeared on the set, Charlie realized he knew him and helped him make the transition as smooth as possible. Although he never mentioned the name of the actor himself, it was later disclosed by Memory Alpha that it was Rex Holman, who played Morgan Earp.

He was always proud of the relationships he had on the set, from the directors on down to the stage hand and electrical workers. Charlie was known and loved by everyone for both his courteous manner and his professionalism. In an article that appeared on the Directors Guild online quarterly newsletter, he was quoted as saying -

"Not a single day passed by that I didn't greet every single crew member by name and ask about their families," he shares. "I'm proud to say I was the first AD to be goosed by an electrician on Star Trek when I was up on the rigging one day putting together the call sheet. After it happened, [gaffer] George Merhoff smiled and said: 'Hey, Charlie. Now you're part of the group.'”

For the same Inside Star Trek article, Washburn submitted one of the call sheets he had written up for a scene in “Plato’s Stepchildren.” This gives the readers an inside look at how much attention to detail a second assistant director had to have as he read the script each day. He needed to be able to anticipate who was needed when and where they needed to be, including make-up call times. Notice since Nimoy, Doohan, and Nichols were the ones who had to be in makeup the earliest, there is a notation in the special instructions that they will be given breakfast that morning. If anyone in the main crew or the guest star had to be on the set at or earlier than 7:30 a.m., that meal was provided. Speaking of breakfasts, providing them (and sometimes delivering them in person) to designated actors was one of Charlie’s duties as a second assistant director. And he had a funny story for that article about the particularly large one that Bill Shatner always ordered. It seems that in contrast to the usual order of one or two eggs, toast or maybe just yogurt, Shatner’s standing order consisted of two scrambled eggs, bacon, grapefruit, wheat toast and a large orange juice. Evidently, unit manager Greg Peters was trying to contain unnecessary costs as much as possible. When he saw the size of that order as compared those of the other cast members, his immediate question was why did Bill need that much for breakfast? Charlie told him there was no way he was going to ask Shatner that question but Greg was welcome to try. And of course, Peters was as reluctant as Charlie was to ask, so he dropped it. But Charlie knew the real reason. Shatner ate the toast and drank the orange juice, his wardrobe man was given the half grapefruit. The rest? That went to his Doberman. Imagine Greg Peters’ reaction if he only knew.

Charles Washburn and Nichelle Nichols were hired during the tumultuous period of the Civil Rights movement of the 60s and the expansion of opportunities for minorities was in its infancy. Charlie often mentioned in interviews that when he first started working for Star Trek in 1967, there were only three black people who were usually on the Desilu set. Himself, Nichelle Nichols, and the guy who ran a food truck in the morning and shined shoes on the lot in the afternoon. Even though he claimed he rarely saw racism on any of the sets he worked on after graduation, Washburn admits it did exist during his time growing up in Tennessee. And an incident in Chicago when he first began looking for AD related work also illustrates the racial bias of the times did not only exist in the South. Some production friends encouraged him to apply for an opening at an NBC affiliate because he was told they were specifically looking for a black in the control room. With high hopes, he went in for an interview, but never heard back. Months later, he called one of those production friends to find out if the job had been filled. He was told no one had been hired. The studio just wanted to be able to say they were encouraging blacks to apply. That was the impetus for his move to Hollywood and his application to the Directors Guild program. Charlie distinguished himself as the first African American to apply and graduate from the program.

Charlie even has a Trek crewman named after him. In “The Doomsday Machine,” we see Lt. Washburn (the science officer above) as part of the landing party investigating what happened to the Constellation. He and two others ran a structural and control damage analysis of the disabled ship, then he was the one who delivered the report to Scotty and Kirk. Coincidentally, Richard Compton (who played Washburn) directed The Next Generation episode “Haven” with Washburn as his first assistant director.

In the latter part of Star Trek’s third season, Charlie received an offer to work on a movie in Jamaica. If he were to stay on until the end of the season, he would miss out. He did the honorable thing and told Gene about the choice he had to make. Gene encouraged him to take the movie offer with his blessings. He told Charlie that if he really thought Star Trek would be renewed for the fourth season, he would not have done so. Gene graciously thanked him for all his contributions.

But his contributions to Star Trek did not end there. Years later, Washburn was one of the production people asked for by Gene Roddenberry to work on his new series, The Next Generation. He served as a first assistant director during the first season. Washburn stayed connected to Star Trek even later, although it was an unofficial Trek fan production. He was hired to work on James Cawley’s Star Trek: New Voyages as the first assistant director of the double episode Blood and Fire which was written by David Gerrold.

After The Original Series ended and his work on that film was finished, Charles Washburn was hired for The Bill Cosby Show as a second assistant director for 19 episodes, then as first assistant director for 16 more. Other TV shows he worked for as a first assistant director were Vega$ (9 episodes) and of course, the previously mentioned Star Trek: The Next Generation.

Charles Washburn also found steady work on movie sets as either a second or first assistant director, including such well known films as Dirty Harry, Sounder, Lady Sings the Blues, and Uptown Saturday Night (as seen above with Sidney Poitier). He was a unit manager for 6 episodes of McMillan and Wife and 2 of The Six Million Dollar Man as well as for the movies Bustin’ Loose and Fly Away Home. Charlie also was the associate producer for one episode of Get Christie Love! He even had a few acting roles squeezed into movies or TV shows he worked with. He was a Papuan in one of his earliest movies, Skullduggery (where he also appeared with Roger C. Carmel) and an intern in Dirty Harry.

But remember his ultimate goal was to be a director. Yet, for all his experience, he never achieved this position. Washburn explained in the Inside Star Trek article that even though it was possible for second assistant directors like him to eventually advance to be an assistant director and then be hired eventually as a director, that was not the only path. Actors often used their own experiences and their relationships to their directors to learn how directing was done. And if someone were highly acclaimed as an actor, name recognition would open many opportunities to leave acting and to immediately begin directing. So progressing from second assistant to first assistant director did not guarantee that person would be hired as a director.

Charlie’s last years were spent at the Screen Actor’s Home in a small apartment. His good friend Larry Nemecek helped him move. But Charlie stayed as active as possible, considering his kidney dialysis treatments. He organized screenings and shows for the residents there as long as he could. But Charlie lost his battle with kidney disease at age 73. Larry Nemecek wrote a very nice memorial article on his blog, complete with some personal photos. Ten months later, Larry Nemecek was contacted by the people responsible for the memorial reel at the Oscars. He handed over all the personal photos he had of Charles Washburn. However since this was for the Oscars, nothing from the years of his work on Star Trek was mentioned. The team decided to use a short clip from Lady Sings the Blues where Charlie was the assistant director and a photo Larry sent in of Charlie sitting at his desk, overflowing with papers and other mementos. The above photo is a clip from that tribute.

#Star Trek TOS #Charlie Washburn #Behind the scenes #Directing

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sansasim · 5 years ago

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Night out

Sam worked hard, very hard. And it was a struggle to do everything. A few times she went to class only to discover she hadn’t finished or even started her homework for that course. One time, she fell asleep in class after er long night working at the Orchid A Go Go. She started to wonder if she wasn’t trying to do too much at once. Before she knew it, her first term came to an end and after the final exams for that term, she waited nervously for her results to show on Foxbury’s online platform. She got a B for her term (and overall) GPA, due to one course getting a D, but then she got a B and two very solid A+’s. She sighed with relief. “Come on,” she thought, “I can do this!”

At that same moment, she got a call from Siobhan Scorrevole, the leader of the Rolling Tones who had become a good friend of Sam.

Siobhan: Hey hun, you got your results yet?

Sam: Yeah, a B...

Siobhan (excited): Girl, that’s really good! You had to do so much at once, you should be very proud!

Sam: You think? I...

Siobhan (stern): You should be! And you should celebrate! So you’re coming with us tonight to the Narwhal Arms to have some fun!

Sam (actually feeling quite tired): But...

Siobhan: No buts, Sam. You’ve been all work and studies and no play for like an eternity. You even didn’t celebrate Harvestfest! We miss you, girl! It’s time you have some fun, dance, sing and drink with us. I’ll pick you up at 9!

Sam (giving in): I miss you guys too... I’m just so tired... But I’d love to hang out... Ok, fine, I’ll take a power nap and get ready.

Sam did take that power nap... and slept right until Siobhan rang the doorbell. So the ‘getting ready’ was actually quickly shaking up her curls, splashing some water in her face and spraying some perfume.

It was a pretty busy night at the Narwhal Arms. Sam chatted a bit with her friends and had some drinks at the bar. She felt good about coming and thanked Siobhan for making her. When she came back from the restroom, a young woman approached her and asked her for an autograph. Sam blinked a few times. Someone wanted her autograph? For real?

Luckily, the young woman, who’s name was Maaike, had a flyer for an event at Orchid A Go Go Sam would sing at. And a pen. As Sam was completely unprepared to sign any autographs. Maaikes look of adoration and gratitude as Sam handed her the autographed flyer, made Sam feel all warm and flustered. But it felt soooo good...

After Maaike had gone back to her friends, Sam stood there for a few more minutes, letting the experience sink in. This was nice, really nice. When she finally turned around, she saw Sidney Sloane standing there. She had met him a few times at the Orchid A Go Go, asked for his autograph and a selfie.

Sidney (smiling cheekily): So, Miss Rayne, was that your very first autograph?

Sam (still overwhelmed): Yeah, wow, I still can’t believe someone asked me for an autograph.

Sidney (still smiling): You’ll get used to it one day, so try to hold on to this feeling as long as you can...

Sidney (looking right into Sam’s eyes): It’s magical, right?

Sam (feeling her cheeks turn warm): Yeah, it sure is...

Sidney (suddenly looking away): So, well, I must go now. Enjoy you’re evening, Miss Rayne. I’ll see you around!

Sidney gave her a final charismatic smile and turned around. Sam couldn’t help but stare at his butt at his back as he walked away. “Yeah... I’ll see you around,” she thought dreamily.

#ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #simblr #forgotten realms legacy #legacy gen 1 #Sam Rayne #get famous #windenburg #the narwhal arms #isleroux save file #I forgot to screenshot the results #but very proud of our girl!#the look sidney gives her

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puckyou-forpuckssake · 6 years ago

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Dadcapades (2)—N. MacKinnon

Warning: mentions of pregnancy complications. Check out my other imagines and master list on my blog with #hockeyimagine. Read other parts to this series, questions, and statements under #dadcapades.

Y/N was excited for an evening without the children and Nate was excited to have an evening with his wife. It had been about a month since Gabe had offered, and frankly to Nate, that was too long not take him up on his offer. However, it took another day for Celeste to get over her fever. Then Y/N’s morning sickness became all day sickness. Sidney started a skills and drills hockey camp. Y/N enrolled Gabi in ballet and Celeste in a Mommy & Me class. Mikko still had his routine dog park visit followed by obedience training and had to go to the dog spa. Nate knew that this was his only true time to have a real date with his wife as preseason games started in a couple weeks and Sidney was starting Kindergarten tomorrow.

“This is going to be so nice,” Y/N sighed with a smile.

Nate smiled as he watch his wife do her hair and makeup. They planned to take full advantage of this night, and that meant going out to a fancy restaurant in Denver. Tonight’s choice was Rioja, a favorite for date night. “Definitely,” Nate agreed. “A night alone with my sexy MILF.” Nate kissed her neck.

Nate watched her roll her eyes in the mirror. “No wonder we have so many children if you’re thinking that way. Perhaps a vasectomy may be in order.”

Nate gagged. “Way to ruin the mood, sweetheart.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “How do I look, Nate? Honestly.”

Nate stepped to take a full look at his wife. Her H/C was down in its normal style and had on simplistic, natural makeup. She wore a casual tan dress with a black shawl and leopard print shoes. Simple and perfect. Nate grinned. “You look marvelous. Are you sure you’ve already had 3 children and are about to have a fourth?”

“Keep your pants on my dear,” she told him as she walked out of their room at the sound of Gabi and Sidney squealing that the Landeskogs had finally arrived.

Y/N hugged Mel and Gabe. “You have no idea how much we appreciate this,” she told him. “Bedtime is 8:00, especially since Sidney starts kindergarten tomorrow. All of them need to take a bath. Sidney and Gabi can take theirs together. Celly has her own little tub in our bathroom. There’s a variety of food in the kitchen for dinner. Nate, am I forgetting anything?”

“I don’t think so,” Nate answered. “Mel and Gabe got this. They’re going to do fine.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Gabe isn’t alone so nothing horrible can happen,” Mel reassured her.

Gabe snorted. “Wow. I love you too.”

Y/N sighed. “I know. I just worry. It’s instinct now. I have six kids to worry about.”

“Six?” Nate, Gabe, and Mel all questioned.

Y/N nodded. “My three actual children, the one inside me, my dog who acts like a giant baby, and my giant child of a husband.”

Mel giggled. “Well in that case I already have a kid.” She kissed Gabe on the cheek. “Now go have fun and enjoy the night.”

“But not too much,” Gabe winked at Nate.

“That’s disgusting, man. My kids are right here.”

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Throughout their dinner Nate just stared at his wife’s beauty. She wasn’t a model. She wasn’t an actress. She wasn’t a blogger or an Instamom or an influencer. She was an average beauty. She was an elementary school 3rd grade teacher. She gave up her job for their children (That wasn’t true. She quit teaching at her normal school when Sidney was born and started teaching online for homeschool kids so she could be with their children when Nate was gone and to enjoy their youth).

“What are you staring at?” Y/N asked him. “I don’t think you’ve heard a single word I’ve been saying.”

“That’s because you’re so pretty.”

“You saying that I don’t normally look good?”

Nate chuckled. “Sweetheart, you know I never pay attention. My hearing is selective. It is in the husband and father handbook.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him. “I was talking about the schedule we need to have now that Sidney is,” she winced. “About to start kindergarten.”

Nate’s eyebrows furrowed. “Not much needs to change. Are you okay?”

She nodded, but he could see the tension in her smile. “Y/N.”

“I’m fine, Nathan,” she snapped. He watched her hand go to her side. “My stomach just hurts a little. I’m probably just hungry.”

Nate nodded. He didn’t want to anger or stress her out. “Gabe and Mel are thinking of adopting.”

Y/N nodded and took a sip of her water. “Mel told me. She said you offered for them to watch our kids as a way to get experience without us around. She didn’t say it but I know she appreciates it. They’ve been trying for so long.”

“I hope our children aren’t driving them insane,” Nate said. “I mean I’m sure they are.”

“You love your children.”

“I know that. You know that. I never said I didn’t love them. They, and you, mean the absolute world to me. I don’t know what I would do without you. What they would do without you.”

Y/N blushed. Neither of them said anything further as the waiter brought them their dinner. It was quiet while they enjoyed their food. Nate and Y/N couldn’t enjoy food like this much anymore because it is not easy to feed picky children. Nate noticed throughout dinner the small winces Y/N let escape and her left hand clutching her side.

“Y/N,” he said at one point.

“I’m fine, Nathan,” she snapped like she had earlier.

“I was just going to ask how your food was.” He wasn't, but it was believable enough.

“It’s fine.”

Nate signaled for the check when Y/N got up to go to the bathroom. He was getting worried after she didn’t appear for a few minutes. It wasn’t until he heard a shriek that he found himself holding his unconscious wife. She was washing her hands and just collapsed according to a lady who was at the sink next to her.

The ambulance was there a minute later. “That’s my wife. She’s pregnant,” he kept mumbling as the paramedics ushered both him and her onto it.

“What’s your wife’s name, sir?” One of the paramedics asked him.

“Y/N. Y/N MacKinnon.”

“Your wife will be fine, Mr. MacKinnon. She’ll be in good hands,” the other paramedic said to him.

Nate nodded but just gripped Y/N’s hand tightly. This was the mother of his children, his wife, his best friend laying before him unconscious with the oxygen mask on. The mother of his children. His children. He needed to call Gabe.

“I need to call—“

“We’re almost at the emergency room. Once we get your wife in and everything stabilized, you can make your call.”

He nodded. The ambulance halted and the back doors open. “We’ve got a 29 year old 10 week pregnant female. Collapsed and loss consciousness in restaurant unknown cause.”

“She’s been gripping her side all night long but she told me she was fine,” Nate added. “She’s had trouble in the past with pregnancy. This is her fourth.”

“Damn man,” the driver whistled. “That’s a lot of kids. How old is your oldest?”

“He turned 5 in March. Our second one is 3, and the we have a 9 month old.”

“It’ll be okay, sir. Your wife is going to be okay.”

Nate sure hoped so. He couldn’t imagine life without her.

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“I expected you and Y/N to be back by now,” Gabe said when he answered the phone.

“Y/N is in the hospital,” Nate told him.

The line was quiet. “Are you serious? I mean I know you have to be because you would never joke about Y/N. What happened?”

“I don’t know. She’d been in the bathroom and she collapsed. She’d also been gripping her side most of the night too. The doctor said it’s some weird form of very early preeclampsia. She had that problem with Celly and had placenta previa with Gabi. She also had gestational diabetes with all 3 and she has it again.”

“God, Nate. Is there anything Mel and I can do for you?”

“Just stay with the kids a little longer. I’m heading home once she’s up. I can’t make it to practice tomorrow. Can Mel watch Gabi and Celly tomorrow?”

He heard Gabe whisper to Mel. “She said she can. She’s just going to run home and get something’s for us. We’re staying the night.”

“You don’t have to do that, Gabe,” Nate sighed. “I can do this.”

“I know you can but it’ll be easier. Just for tonight. Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll see you in a bit, Gabe.”

Nate hung up and saw his wife staring at him. “You’re awake,” he smiled.

“Nate, I’m sorry. I should have told you I wasn’t feeling well.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. You and the baby are okay. Dr. Bellmeyer said you have anemia, high blood pressure, and gestational diabetes. She fears it may be a weird early onset preeclampsia. She’s running tests to rule it out. She already ruled out placenta previa. She also strongly recommends no more children.”

“This could mean the baby can’t be born in Canada like the others.”

Nate shrugged. “Whatever happens happens.”

Someone knocked at the door and in walked Dr. Bellmeyer. “It’s so good to see you awake, Y/N. How are feeling?”

“Not too well considering I’m in a hospital,” she answered.

“Good news is that preeclampsia is not in the picture; however, there is still a great risk for its development later on. I want to keep you admitted though and monitor you for the next month. I know it sounds excessive but you’ve had too many troubles in the past. Nobody wants anything to happen to you or your baby.”

Y/N nodded and turned to Nate. “Go home and come back tomorrow after you take Sidney to school. I want lots of pictures and videos. Tell them I love them. Just please go take care of our children. You’re going to be doing that for the next six or seven months.”

“What do you mean, Y/N?”

“She’s saying, and in very good knowledge, that there is no way she can take care of your children successfully due to her condition. She is going to be on extensive bed rest,” Dr. Bellmeyer explained. “This is the best interest of her and your child’s health and well-being.”

Fear rolled over Nate. The season starts in a month, preseason in a week. “You can do it, Nate,” Y/N smiled. “You love and care for our children, as do many others who will be willing to help you. I will always be here to advise you. I love you, Nate. I love you so so much.”

Nate smiled and kissed his wife. “I love you too. I’ll be back tomorrow. Get some rest.”

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Mel and Gabe were still up when Nate walked into his home. He flopped into a chair next to them and groaned. “She and the baby are going to be fine,” he told them. “The crappy part is she is going to be hospitalized for the next month and then on bed rest after that.”

“We’re here for you, Nate,” Mel told him. “I’m here whenever to watch them once the season starts or to help Y/N.”

“The guys will be there for you too,” Gabe added. “I know they will be.”

Nate let a tear slip out. “I know I’m a good dad, but I never realized until right now how much I am going to have to handle.”

“You can to do this, Nate,” Gabe reassures him. “There’s a lot of people here to help you through all the escapades.”

Nate nodded and thanked his friends before excusing himself to go to bed. He needed the sleep because Nate wasn’t sure when he was going to get it again.

#nathan mackinnon #nate mackinnon #nathan mackinnon imagine #nate mackinnon imagine #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagine #nhl #hockey #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #dadcapades

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Ice-dance pair Tessa Virtue, Scott Moir named Postmedia's Team of the Year

December 28, 2018

Twenty-one years ago, Carol Moir made the Canadian sporting match of the century.

The coach at the Ilderton Skating Club asked her nephew Scott to hold Tessa Virtue’s hand because she figured it might be a strong team for ice dance competitions.

Scott, back in his more bashful days, knew the drill. He grew up steps from his hometown rink in a family that discussed figure skating around the supper table — in the hour or so before the puck dropped for the Maple Leafs game on Hockey Night in Canada

The Virtue clan, from nearby big-city London, were athletes. They had sport in their blood.

Tessa, who loved ballet, impressed her first teachers with the uncanny ability to replicate movement almost immediately on first sight.

When she and Scott took the ice together, the talent was evident.

“We weren’t skating to win the Olympics when we were skating (then),” Moir, now 31-years-old, said. “Pretty much, we were worried if we could go up and get ice cream afterward.”

They quickly outgrew their home rink, moving first to Kitchener-Waterloo and then to Canton, Mich., for pro-style training. Mike Slipchuk, then a coach and now Skate Canada’s director of high performance, first saw them skate on the other side of the world — at a junior Grand Prix event in Harbin, China, in 2004.

“It was one of those things where I was well aware,” he said. “As they were young and moving up, there was always a lot of talk about them. It’s neat to see where they started and where they end up in their careers.

“It’s been an incredible journey to watch.”

How many star athletes have risen to the top of their field, then got knocked off their pedestal, took a couple of years to regroup, then returned to dominate their event like no one has ever done before?

That list is short.

Michael Jordan, probably, after he came back to the NBA from his self-imposed hiatus to try professional baseball.

Muhammad Ali, for sure, when he reclaimed boxing’s heavyweight title.

That’s what Virtue and Moir accomplished these past two seasons. That makes them the perfect pick for Postmedia’s Team of the Year.

When they became the first North American duo to win Olympic ice dance gold in 2010 on home ice at Vancouver, they were only four years into their maddeningly platonic partnership on the senior circuit.

They still produced the performance of a lifetime, but it was understandably pushed into the national sub-conscious during a massive two-week Canadian gold rush capped by Sidney Crosby’s famous goal against the United States in the men’s hockey final.

Four years later in Sochi, Virtue and Moir were bested in figure skating’s most riveting rivalry. They finished second to training mates Meryl Davis and Charlie White, who used their post-Olympic Dancing With the Stars platform to become TV celebrities.

The Canadians retreated from the competitive realm for two years before creating their legendary bounce-back. This time, they moved to Montreal and constructed a familiar training pattern.

They were at the same club as the reigning world champs and their top competitors — Gabriella Papadakis and Guillaume Cizeron of France.

“They never shied away from training with the best,” Slipchuk said. “When you’re in that environment, there are no days off. It’s something they always did in their career, and with (coaches) Marie-France (Dubreuil) and Patrice (Lauzon), they recreated their skating and passion.

“The last two years was the best I’ve ever seen them. They went undefeated (in 2016-17) and then went out and won the Olympics again.”

The volume of their careers, which started with whispers and a growing buzz, developed into a deafening roar.

Virtue and Moir were Canada’s hopeful faces at the start of the 2018 Olympics in South Korea. They carried the flag into the opening ceremonies of a Winter Games without NHL players.

Then they delivered a transcendent skate that brought their discipline to its highest level.

They have become as revered as Kurt Browning, Brian Orser, Elvis Stojko, Liz Manley and Sale-Pelletier are in the country and figure skating world.

“The one thing that will always stick out to me is they wanted every piece of information to make them the best,” Slipchuk said. “Here’s the best dance team we’ve ever seen and they were always open and wanting advice any time we brought in officials, judges or technical people. They were so respectful of everyone there to help them. They’re professionals and perfect ambassadors for their sport.”

The 29-year-old Virtue was selected by ESPN as one of the most-recognizable female athletes in the world. People worldwide continue to be stumped by how her relationship with Moir isn’t romantic.

They’re flattered by it, but that’s not what makes them tick.

“If we can inspire young people to follow their dreams and believe in themselves, how fortunate are we that we can have that connection,” Virtue said.

Every so often, we get a glimpse of tremendous chemistry — from the way the Golden State Warriors move a basketball to John Tavares and Mitch Marner creating a goal. But those partnerships won’t last two decades.

This one did.

VIRTUE VERY TRENDY

When the Olympics rolled around in February, Canadians took to the Internet to search for the answers to their most pressing questions.

They wanted to know why NHL players weren’t participating this time, how come so many Russian athletes were banned and a lot of us just needed a refresher on the rules of curling.

But the most sought-after information in Canadian sports this year revolved around the relationship status of two beloved champion athletes.

Are Tessa and Scott dating?

“It’s not a surprise to anyone this was the No. 1 question on everybody’s mind,” Google Trends expert Nicole Bell said. “Coming of their very emotional performance in Pyeongchang where they won the gold medal for ice dancing to that sexy Moulin Rouge song, people were like, ‘Omigoodness, is it possible this is ‘The Notebook’ for real?’

“We want this to be real-life love — but sadly, it’s not true.”

Google is able to chart the rise in interest in personalities from year-to-year. Justin Bieber and Donald Trump, for instance, aren’t found on the list because online searches for their names didn’t move the needle much above their 2017 levels.

In this country, Tessa Virtue ranked first among Canadians and athletes in general in 2018. Hoopster Tristan Thompson is second among Canadians and new Raptor Kawhi Leonard is runner-up for athletes behind the figure-skating star.

Though the anxiety over William Nylander’s eventual signing with the Leafs and John Tavares’ Toronto homecoming checked in highly, the level of curiosity around Virtue and Moir, especially during and after the Winter Games, was the biggest story.

“It’s kind of interesting because they have been on the scene for a long time as a pair, but that (dating) questions hasn’t been a burning topic in the Canadian mind until this year’s performance,” Bell said, “and Tessa did a lot of beauty campaigns (for Dove and Nivea), along with being involved in fashion, and those activities produced additional interest in her beyond the skating world.”

Virtue finished fourth on Canadian searches for people around the world, behind Demi Lovato, Khloe Kardashian and Hailey Baldwin.

“Demi Lovato had a bit of a dramatic year with an overdose, Khloe Kardashian made the news for (a stormy relationship with) Tristan Thompson and Hailey Baldwin married Justin Bieber. Tessa is there with no scandal — just someone whose athletic feats and talent was so incredible.

“She’s somebody Canadians are incredibly proud of and she’s a role model. If you had a vote for Canada’s sweetheart right now, she would win, hands down.”

THEIR GREATEST HITS

2017-18 Moulin Rouge free dance

They put their own twist on a tried-and-true figure skating theme and it proved the final step to another Olympic gold medal. Though it was deemed second-best on the big night to the runner-up French, it still scored 122.40 points, enough for the win. The program is still burned into everyone’s brain — including theirs — and that’s why it will remain a favourite on tour for years to come.

2012-13: Carmen free dance

The final scores say it was only good enough for second at their hometown worlds behind Americans Meryl Davis and Charlie White, but the boundary-pushing dance highlighted the athleticism and chemistry of the Canadian duo. Moir has stated he wished they would have kept the program the following year for the Sochi Olympics, believing a polished version of it with nothing held back (and some less dodgy judging) could have put them over the top.

2009-10: Symphony No. 5 (Mahler) free dance

Then-coach Marina Zoueva described it as a marriage proposal and it was the launching point for Virtue and Moir as “Canada’s Sweethearts.” The program delivered their first Olympic gold in Vancouver and first senior world title in Turin, consistently scoring 110-plus points. It included their signature Goose Lift. And don’t forget, Virtue could barely walk from the immense pain in her legs due to her compartment syndrome woes along the way.

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if you're accepting blurbs for blurb weekend still, 12 + 13 from the fluff list with age gap ! reader and Sid please :)

blurb weekend, every weekend

contains: fluff, early in the relationship, sid being a sweetheart and the best bf ever <3

"this reminded me of you" & "you're my person"

sidney knew that she was going through it. he knew that she needed her space as well, that she needed to just finish out these last few days of finals and she would officially be done with school forever.

but how could he not buy those earrings?

they were dangling monarch butterfly earrings. he saw them online while he was doing some online shopping himself, and he knew he had to get them. sidney recalled a time where he was over at her house, eating dinner and he took the chance to relax in the arms of someone he felt most comfortable in. she said that she always loved butterflies, that she looks forward to spring time because that's when she gets to see the monarchs flutter around in the air.

so yeah, how could he not get them?

when he was on his way home from picking them up at the store he purchased them from online, he passed by the supermarket with a sign out front that said spring flower bouquet's on sale. between the earrings and the flowers, he knew that this would have to cheer her up. or at least take the load off a little bit.

he wanted to help in any way he could. if he had even a remote idea of how to help her with her schooling, he would. he didn't know a thing about being an attorney. he always said that if he didn't make it in hockey, he would become a firefighter or first responder. lawyer was out in left field for him.

sidney was in such awe all the time when she spoke about attorney things. she wanted to go into medical attorney, helping families who were quite stuck and needed help from the law in their situation. he never asked why medical law, he just figures that if she wants to tell him why she will in due time. but for now, he's gotta focus on making his best girl feel better.

he pulled into the driveway in front of the garage. he looked inside the top windows to make sure her car was there first. when he saw the top of her nissan kicks he grabbed the flowers from his passenger seat and the earrings as well.

"what are you doing here?" she asked with a light smile after opening the door. he handed her the bouquet of flowers, purple, yellow, and green all standing out to her and making her grin. she smelled the fresh scent and sighed- she landed a damn good boyfriend.

"i, well i wanted to make you feel better. i saw these," he handed you the tiny gift bag with a single piece of tissue paper coming out of the top, "and they reminded me of you."

sidney followed his girlfriend inside and watched her open the bag and take the earrings out. she gasped once she noticed that they were monarch butterflies, biting her lip as a smile formed. "you remembered..." she muttered while studying the details of the jewelry in the kitchen lighting.

"yeah, of course i did. you're my person. y'know if i'm gonna be a good boyfriend and keep you around as long as you'll let me," he paused and she looked over at him with a grin where she stood in her dining area, "then i gotta remember this stuff."

she put the earrings on her ears, and they looked beautiful on her. she tucked some hair behind her ear, "i'm your person, huh?"

she laced her arms around his shoulders and with one hand the backs of his fingers ran over her cheek, he looked down and saw the earrings that looked so pretty on her. he made a good choice. he lightly ran the tips of his fingers through his hair, "yeah, you're my person."

#my asks #j's writing #sidney crosby #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby x reader #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #hockey imagine #hockey blurb

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Okay I never post not!fic stuff on here but I literally woke up with this fully formed in my head so I need y’all to roll with it.

So we all know Sidney Crosby loves kids, right? What if there were years, when the bullying was at its worst and his mom was always telling him that he could have more than one dream, in case the other didn’t work out, that he thought about becoming a preschool teacher?

And then hockey did work out, of course, and he got drafted by the Penguins and moved to Pittsburgh and lived his dream playing in the NHL, but there was that tiny part of him that had trouble letting go of the idea. So he spent years secretly working his way through an online curriculum to obtain a degree in early childhood education. Just in case.

Fast forward the last few years, and he’s fallen into a bit of a part-time job at one of the smaller preschool programs in Pittsburgh. So now, on off days, if they’re in need of a temporary sub, he dons a pair of fake glasses and a sweater vest and heads to the school. (Like anything would disguise that ass if anyone he actually knew saw him, but the best thing about these tiny kids is that none of them know him, and more importantly, none of them would care even if they did.)

So anyway, one day he heads to the school, a last minute fill-in for Mrs. Dermit who caught a stomach thing that morning, and there’s this year’s group of ragtag kidlets waiting at their tables for him, and they all smile and some cheer because he’s covered enough days that they know him and like when he shows up.

He does finger-painting, and some work with letters, and reads his favorite Dr. Seuss to them. And he’s having them get their snacks from their cubbies, since snacktime is the cutoff before the early kids leave and the rest go down for naptime, when Alexei Klimova suddenly projectile vomits all over his alphabet workbook.

Sid comforts the poor little guy as best he can while he calls Alexei’s papa, who’s apparently in a meeting he can’t escape, but promises that a good friend of the family will be down to take Alexei home and watch over him until he can leave work.

Sid takes down the guy’s phone number in case he needs to reach him before he gets there, has a moment when he squints at the string of numbers because they look vaguely familiar but then Claire starts screaming because Jax put a fake worm in her pudding and he forgets about it.

Until he hears a knock on the classroom door and turns around with a relieved smile only to see Geno standing there with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. (Sorry that’s all I got...uh...for right now? But this is the first thing to inspire me in a really long time so MAYBE THERE WILL BE MORE? But if anybody who is not me wants to write this as a fully formed thing they should absolutely feel free because honestly)

#not!fic #sidney crosby #Evgeni Malkin #sidney crosby/evgeni malkin #sidgeno #hockey rpf #My fic

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Into The Future/Afterlife Freestyle Creative Fiction Series episode 20-Start of Creative Fiction Career Stories by Stella Carrier

Into The Future/Afterlife Freestyle Creative Fiction Series episode 20-Start of Creative Fiction Career Stories by Stella CarrierInto The Future/Afterlife Freestyle Creative Fiction Series episode 20-Start of Creative Fiction Career Stories by Stella Carrier http://www.tntdrama.com/shows/the-last-ship The Last Ship Television Show http://www.tntdrama.com/shows/the-last-ship songs for me to keep in mind; So Into You by SWV

Into The Future/Afterlife Freestyle Creative Fiction Series episode 20-Start of Creative Fiction Career Stories by Stella Carrier start time of quick creative fiction story; 722 am after some recipes gathered Washington Post Reporter Madeline Bird is gathered in the year 2035 interviewing military chef Virginia Holman who is based out of Virginia Beach Virginia and resides in Norfolk Virginia because she is one of the contestants in this years Barracks Row Festival featuring military chefs and military cooks from all four branches from all walks of life, ages, and marital statuses and relationship statuses as part of their law of attraction career profiles in collaboration with Virginian Pilot who is interviewing a university cook around the same age in Germantown Maryland. Madeline Bird has been employed with the Washington Post for 4 years and is scheduled to transfer from the Washington Post to the Virginian Pilot in just a few days. Virginia Holman became a United States Navy culinary specialist by her 39th birthday fortunately within 2 years of having a sleeptime dream where she saw herself helping out other navy culinary specialists in a sleeptime dream in an onbase galley (military style cafeteria) less than a month after she prayed to her team of heaven based spirit guides, guardian angels and accessing her intuition on her career path. Currently Virginia Holman is 55 years old and attained additional culinary/food industry experience that helped give consideration to her being included/featured in this contest. Last month,The Washington Post and the Virginian Pilot jointly decided to collaborate together on a law of attraction career profile feature that would feature men and women from various backgrounds, ages, relationship/marital statuses, and sectors-military private sector government etc. and this interview/inclusion of Virginia Holman is among one of the earlier profiles in this series. Madeline Bird is interviewing Virginia Holman for her side of the story on why she chose the career path that she chose and some of the techniques she used andor career mentors she was able to consult in for others to see. additional information Virginia Holman admits to being partially inspired by her determination to be both a more resourceful, wiser, and ambitious provider for her husband Ben Brock. She had an additional sleeptime dream around her 37th birthday where she was consulting with a psychic who introduced himself as Sidney Gaines. Sidney Gaines sympathetically told her so I heard that you hope your husband gets a certain job and you are patiently seeing how things turn out for you if you are more patient in your current job. Virginia Holman tries to figure out how he guessed this when Gaines tells her I have been asked by one of your celestial heaven based spirit guides to postpone answering your second question as I recommend you to this author's works for the answer you are seeking (Gaines points to the name of an author that Virginia Holman bought a book from). Gaines concludes the sleeptime dream by admitting; Virginia you are going to have to step outside your comfort zone for the growth opportunities and friends that you seek. I know that going out in your time off from work just to volunteer and reach out to develop your social skills is far from a walk in the park but that is what you are going to have to consider doing if you want to beef up both your work experience and friendship network. As for your husband, you have got to grow and start plotting and strategizing your own work/career and money path which is going to help things land more into place for who you consider your soulmate husband. I understand this is far from what you want to hear but you and I both know that the culinary specialist position you seek is easier to bypass the youth beauty and social popularity requirements if you pay little attention to what your socially popular critics think of you aiming high and instead pay more attention to making more time for yourself to build up your friendship and culinary experience/growth opportunities in the culinary field through volunteering. Gaines then adds I am about to help you wake up Virginia Holman but you are also going to have to try harder to become at least 20 pounds thinner as soon as possible. I understand that it is far from what you want to hear and yes you can still do it eating what you want in careful portions but you must make this getting 20 pounds thinner goal urgent because I have been approved by one of your male spirit guides who loves you dearly that this is going to matter for you because of your age and marital status regardless if you find yourself in the private or military sector. Those reasons are going to be revealed to you by your 56th birthday in a happier way if you heed my advice to do whatever you have to within the realms of staying alive to get to 145 pounds andor less as soon as possible. Before Virginia Holman could ask Sidney Gains more questions she hears a male voice in the background say oh and do whatever you have to in order to consult in career mentors and schedule yourself some type of psychological therapy in your off time from work even if it is just walking to the nearest career center on the earliest possible date. Less than a few seconds later Virginia Holman wakes up to her alarm clock radio with the song Dreams by Beck blaring. The following are portions of the interview before Virginia Holman had to start setting up for the contest Madeline Bird; Virginia I heard you had a sleeptime dream that inspired your eventual career journey of becoming a U.S. Navy culinary specialist by the time you celebrated your 39th birthday with your husband, can you tell me a little more about this and what role you were employed in at the time this sleeptime dream took place, Virginia Holman; Yes, I was employed as a seasonal university employee when this took place and I admit it took me time to decipher and act on that sleeptime dream because I had to be sure. So many well meaning people around me and even multiple people I knew online had their well meaning opinions on where I should live andor what I should do work wise but I logically and intuitively knew not to follow any of their suggestions because none of them truly knew me because if any of them really did they would know that once my mind is made up on where I am going to live and who I am romantically with then that is it. It was for this reason I decided to take a practical route of turning to career advisors in my area in my offtime as well as therapists and psychics obviously for different reasons. The career advisors would give me both honest and helpful ideas on where I could go to build up my culinary portfolio for both friendship building and career and spiritual growth opportunities, the therapists would help give me practical and insightful advice on where I needed to be more self confident and assertive in my personal andor professional life with consideration to my husband, and the psychics would let me know my options to consider and 2 still helped me out even after I changed the timing on when I would act on some good advice given to me by a psychic with understanding that it is for also the good and consideration of my husband. Madeline Bird; I See can you tell me how you were offered the navy culinary specialist position that you took by your 39th birthday and have been employed in all these years now that you are 55 years old. Please also tell me how and why you selected the Hampton Roads Virginia area even when other people even some people you admired had other ideas on where you should live and work. Virginia Holman; Actually 4 months after I celebrated my 33rd birthday, I kept having a multiple series of sleeptimedreams where I was purchasing a completely paid for car in Norfolk Virginia and a completely paid for home less than 3 miles from Old Dominion University in Norfolk Virginia from my own intuitive soul and creative efforts. The happiest among these sleeptime dreams was where I saw 9700 dollars deposited in my Bank of America account after noticing from my online bank notice that I succeeded in doing this after carefully saving up for over 6 months and my husband hugging me to tell me that he is proud of me for my hard won success in providing for us. Then again after my 34 and 35th birthdays and then again after my 36th and 37th birthdays, except after my 37th birthdays I kept seeing men and women in navy uniforms near navy ships but I would wake up from my sleeptime dream the moment I would try to see if I too am wearing the navy uniform because a multiple number of military bases including Norfolk Virginia have both military and civilian workers. Additionally, less than 3 to 5 miles of the Norfolk Virginia naval base is a high number of prosperous private sector businesses across various fields in addition to at least 2 universities and one community college. Madeline Bird; One of my coworkers is dressed in a Katy Perry costume in the Bon Appetit music video with Migos and she is motioning for me to join her in the food hall that is also being set up for the festival. Virginia I wish that I had more time to speak with you as you seem a pleasant person to be around. I tell you what lets meet up for coffee but first please try to tell me within 2 minutes andor less what you did to at least manifest your military culinary position in Virginia Beach Virginia and manifest a completely paid for home for you and your husband Ben Brock in Norfolk Virginia. Virginia Holman; The truth was that both Ben and I enjoyed living in the Washington D.C. area and we both still visit this area at least 3 times a year. However, I knew if I wanted a paid for home, a greater chance at both keep and making friends, and an area with a significant military presence that indirectly benefits the economy that I was going to have to make a move andor decision by my 41st birthday. Both Ben and I decided to take our time and live a little more longer in the Washington DC area while I collected whatever affordable information I could on both the Washington DC area and the Hampton Roads Virginia area and how that related to the military. I had some time free time one week when I saw a flyer for volunteers to help organize a party being attended by over 500 people that was themed after the Last Ship tv show. I was far from expecting this but on my way to the party I followed an intuitive whim to purchase the Washington Post issue as I am a digital and Sunday subscriber but I saw a navy culinary position on a Norfolk Virginia aircraft carrier advertised in one of the issues because by then both the newspapers joined to collaborate on some projects together. I joyfully helped out at the party and I wondered if I might still get this position even with needing to get more qualifications for the experience because this would be a civilian cook working alongside navy culinary specialists on a certain aircraft carrier based out of Norfolk Virginia. I rolled the dice and called the point of contact for the position telling the truth about where I currently was job wise in relation to getting increased culinary experience. The point of contact introduced herself as Opal Larson and told me that I was in luck as they are normally very busy when others call but the day I was calling her was the right time as she happened to be in the Washington D.C. area visiting a relative at the Montgomery Maryland County Fair before she was scheduled to visit Montgomery College in Rockville Maryland the next day to recruit more people into the navy. She asked me where I was currently at and I told her near a Panera Bread restaurant near the Silver Spring metro station and Opal was then gasping over the phone as she too happened to be in Silver Spring and told me to get over to the Silver Spring metro station within the next 30 minutes to see if I can still be considered despite the culinary experience situation before she changes her mind. I met Opal Larson at the Silver Spring metro station and to my pleasant surprise she was more friendly and open minded than I expected. A navy coworker I new from over 14 years previously was with her and happened to be her aunt. Fortunately the former coworker convinced her to consider me for the navy culinary specialist position on this particular aircraft carrier in Norfolk Virginia as the other person they were considering who had a similar professional experience and prior military service as me and was even a similar age and marital status as me just changed their mind on accepting the position just 15 minutes before because they were selected for an airforce cook position on the Langley Virginia airforce base working for a male boss they knew before at the same military base. I know good luck and it was a good thing that the aunt recommended her to me as I was actually her supervisor. So many job articles emphasize how a person needs to be careful how they treat their supervisors in case they run into them again in their career future even if they relocate. However, it is also common knowledge that a supervisor andor leader may benefit from a career lead andor career opportunity from a subordinate they least expected. Resources https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/20th-century-english-names.php Food Lover's Guide to Washington DC Kindlebook https://www.barracksrow.org/2014-fall-festival.html https://hsema.dc.gov/event/barracks-row-fall-festival-1 Best Cookbook Recipes; The Best Recipes From the 25 Best Cookbooks Of The Year by Food & Wine (Editors of Food & Wine Vol. 13) http://www.tntdrama.com/shows/the-last-ship The Last Ship Television Show http://www.tntdrama.com/shows/the-last-ship https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/ Seems like a creative idea with lots of unlimited potential https://pilotonline.com/business/consumer/article_bf57d8fc-ba82-11e8-9406-1befec770b9c.html Huge New Food Hall Planned for Granby Street by Matthew Korfhage the Virginian Pilot Sept 17 2018 updated Sept 18, 2018 https://pilotonline.com/business/consumer/article_bf57d8fc-ba82-11e8-9406-1befec770b9c.html creative fiction idea; a tv episode features a cooking contest held in a food hall songs for me to keep in mind; Adore by Miley Cyrus-makes me think of my husband Rusty Ridler in a happy way.So Into You by SWV, Feel by Robbie Williams,Dark Horse music collection by Nickelback, male energy playlist that I created in my iheartradio that currently has at least 451 songs, Summer Party by Smile.Dk, Temptation Island by Smile.Dk, Lollipop by Aqua, Bon Appetit by Katy Perry feat. Migos, Nirvana by Sam Smith, Addicted by Saving Abel, More Than You Know by Axwell Ingrosso, Meet Virginia by Train, Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas, California Girls by the Beach Boys, Hotel California by the Eagles, Witchy Woman by the Eagles, Womanizer by Britney Spears, Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice, Heartbeat by Madonna, 4 Minutes by Madonna feat. Timbaland and Justin Timberlake,Stranger in a Strange Land by Thirty Seconds to Mars, City of Angels by Thirty Seconds to Mars, Sensitized by Kylie Minogue,amazon music storytelling playlist I created in my amazon account that has over 500 songs,

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You’re My Forever

Request: Hiiiii I love your writing anddd more of Sidney Crosby pleaseeee

A/N: I think this was a request? IDK, I took it as one and wrote a little something.

Word Count: 1245

Warnings: Cursing

You’ve been with Sidney, well since pretty much ever, and you really loved that he got to do what he loved for a living. You love the fact that the fans adore him almost as much as you do. And you don’t mind hanging out with everyone, celebrating a win. But sometimes you wish it could just be you and him. You don’t really have to do anything, in particular, you just want some time with him, where no one else is trying to get his attention.

After the most recent win, which not to brag but, made him a Stanley Cup Champion for the second year in a row. Back to back cups is amazing. You knew that you wouldn’t get much time alone with him for a while.

“We have the parade at noon,” Sidney calls from the bathroom. You’re still in bed. “(Y/N)? Did you hear me?” “Yeah. Parade at noon.” You say pulling the blankets up over your head. “Got it.” “Babe, are you- what are you doing?” He laughs coming out of the bathroom. “Hiding from the world.” You mumble. You love him, there’s no question about it, but sometimes fans were a little too much for you. Not all of them were mean. Some were the nicest people you’ve ever met. But there were a few, who seemed to enjoy being mean.

“She’s only with him because he’s Sidney Crosby.” “I don’t know why he’s with (Y/N), she’s so plain.” “He could do so much better than her.” “She’s only with him for his money.” “She’s not even that pretty.”

“Why are you hiding from the world?” He asks you peek out from the covers. He gives you a crooked smile. It’s one of the many things that made you fall in love with him. “You really shouldn’t hide something so beautiful from the world. Really, if I wasn’t so selfish, you should be on display in an art gallery. Because you’re a work of art.”

“Stoopppp.” You feel your cheeks heating up.

“Can’t.” He pulled the covers off your face. “I only speak the truth.” “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You ask crawling down the bed towards the bathroom. “I do. But I like watching you.” “Well, you can watch me later, creep. You’re going to be late.” You say pointing to the door. “But I’m your creep. And I can watch you all I want.” He gives you his crooked smile.

“Yeah, yeah now go before you’re late and I get in trouble for it.” You say kissing him and pushing him towards the door.

You showered and got dressed. You put on a nice pair of jeans and a yellow tank top. You curled your normally straight hair. You put on a light makeup, opting not to do anything too dark as you would be outside and you didn’t want anything to smear.

When everything was done you brushed your teeth and walked into your closet to grab your jersey and shoes.

You pulled the jersey, which read CROSBY on the back over your head and fluffed your hair. As much as you really just wanted to drive to the middle of nowhere and spend the night looking at the stars listening to Sid’s heartbeat, you pulled your shoes on and locked the house door.

Your drive to where you were meeting Sid wasn’t too long. Most of the traffic would come out closer the noon when people were driving to where they would stand to watch the parade.

You could feel the anxiety set in. You would be out in public, very accessible to the fans. And that meant, you would be in the line of fire for a shit-storm of comments and hate messages. You really tried to stay out of the public eye, because a person could only handle so much hate. But today was a special day for Sid and you weren’t going to let mean people ruin it for him. You would just have to suck it up.

…

The parade was amazing. All the fans gathered to see the team and the cup. It was truly a sight to see. You didn’t wait for Sid after, he was staying to sign some things for the kids who came out. You told him to stay as long as he needed and that you would see him at home.

You got home twenty minutes ago. You knew you shouldn’t go online because it would end up being bad. It was like an addiction. You couldn’t help yourself. Twitter was blowing up.

“Why was she even there. No one likes her.” “I was so excited to watch the parade…then I saw (Y/N). #ruined” “I thought he finally got rid of her. Why was she even there?” “She needs to lose at least 15 pounds, probably more.” “Does she even try? Because she looked like shit.”

You kept reading, they didn’t get any nicer. Soon you were crying. Ugly crying where you couldn’t catch your breath. You didn’t even notice Sid walk in. He opened his mouth to say something and then didn’t.

He looked around the room. The tv was off, so you weren’t crying over The Lion King. You weren’t making dinner, so onions were out of the question. Then he noticed your mac book open on the couch in front of you. He dropped his bag and rushed over.

He wrapped you in his arms and pulled you on his lap. “(Y/N), what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

This only made you cry harder. He looked over your shoulder and saw what was up on the screen. You could feel him tense up.

“They’re wrong.” He says quietly. He shuts your computer. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.” “They’re right.” You hiccup. A side effect of crying. “You could do so much better than me. You’re way out of my league.” “Stop. Stop saying stuff like that. They’re wrong. You’re wrong.” He’s upset. “You’re all I want. I don’t see myself with anyone but you. I never will. You’re my forever. If anything, you’re more than I deserve.”

“Not possible. I’m just a photographer.” You snuggle up to him. “You’re not just anything. You’re an amazing photographer. You’re an amazing person. They can’t see how wonderful you are, and that makes me sad because they are missing out.” He kisses the top of your head. “But it just means I get to keep you all to myself.”

“You’re too good to me.” You say.

“Nothing less than you deserve.” He replies. “Now, I’m going to take a photo. Post it. And then we’re going to take a trip. We’re just going to drive until not even the radio can pick up a station. We can look at the stars and then the sunrise. Just you and me.”

“That sounds amazing, Sid.” You look up at him. “What did I do to deserve someone as perfect as you?” “Well, I’d argue it was me that had to have done something really extraordinary to deserve you. But, we can agree to disagree if you’d like.” “I think we’ll have to.” You put your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

“You’re my forever,” Sid says softly picking you up. He lets you slide down just enough so your feet are on his, then he starts dancing. “I love you.” “I love you too.”

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