Angst/fluff Prompt List

Angst/fluff Prompt List

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“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Please don’t walk out of that door.”

“I thought things were going great.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make every day worth living.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“You meant too much to me.”

“I won’t let you.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“How are you feeling today?”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Kiss me.”

“I care about you.”

“You could have warned me!”

“That was unexpected.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You make me feel safe.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re always on my mind.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“You’ve always felt like home.”

“I can’t imagine this world without you.”

“Dance with me.”

“Trust me.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Who hurt you?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Who cares about what they think?”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’ve always got me.”

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

“Is this okay?”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Did you need something?”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“I am home.”

“What happened back there?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Why me?”

“I’m right where I belong.”

“Fine.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You need sleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“What are you doing?”

“What did you expect?”

“You’re not alone.”

“We’re meant for each other.”

“You’re worth it.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve always been honest with you.”

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“Just breathe, okay?”

“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

“You’re so adorable.”

“I’m better, now that you’re here.”

“I could never forget you.”

“Forget it.”

“That’s in the past.”

“You make me happy.”

“You’re more than that.”

“I won’t lose you too.”

“Come cuddle.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

Our Future

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Language

(GIF, like always, is not mine)

Summary: Chris wants to take the next step in your relationship. The question is...are you ready? 

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request, anon! Hopefully you like it! 

It had come up a few weeks after their relationship started. For good reason. At thirty-seven, Chris Evans didn’t want another relationship without a future.

He wanted a wife. He wanted someone to come home too, holding her close as he let the stress of the day slowly wash away. He wanted kids. He didn’t want a perfect house anymore. He wanted to maneuver around toys and come home to the little ones racing to the door to greet him.

He wanted a family. And that’s just what he said after he felt your relationship was strong enough to discuss the topic. Even so, it didn’t help with the nerves. He began to sweat when he started the topic with you, his clammy hands holding one of yours as he began to stutter out the words.

It was a relief to hear you agree, a smile on your face as you squeezed his hands before curling into his side. With the promise of a family with one hell of a woman, Chris felt like he had it all.

Now? Six months had passed and the conversation had never come up again.

He watched as you moved about the small kitchen in your apartment, humming softly as you prepared dinner. The television played in the background but he didn’t listen, too focused on the angel that milled about without a care in the world.

Everything he imagined in a perfect family, he wanted it to happen with you. Although some would say it was too early, he had the ring hidden in his drawer for months now. All he needed was the right moment...and a reassurance that they were on the same page. You refused to move in with him. Not when he had to leave soon for another movie. You wanted to focus on what you already had with him, enjoying your time together before he was whisked away to some far off place.

He couldn’t really complain about that. He loved spending time with you. From going out to having simple moments like they did now, he’d take anything he could get. But so desperate to start a future with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer.

Just like last time, his palms began to sweat as he stood up, nervously rubbing his hands against his pants as he made his way to the kitchen. He leaned against the entrance, stuffing his hands in his pockets while you were still oblivious to how close he was. He resisted the urge to take a few steps closer, holding you tight against him. He could leave small kisses against your neck, smiling as he watched you cut vegetables. Even such a mundane thing made him happy.

But instead, he spoke up, silently cursing at how weak his voice sounded.

“Why won’t you move in with me, Y/N?”

You turned to face him, confusion written on your face. But when you saw him, saw his sad expression, the guilt began to eat at you. You sighed, fiddling with his shirt that you wore as you gave him the same answer you did every time.

“I told you Chris. It’s not the right time. You’re leaving to film a new movie. I don’t want to start this next step by living alone.” You bit your lip, refusing to meet his gaze as you continued. “I think this is a step we should do together and until we can, I think it’s best that I stay here.”

“You wouldn’t be alone. I’ll leave Dodger here with you. He can keep you company.” With a small smile, Chris chuckled. “He’s like me. He’ll hog the bed, snore a little, and give you plenty of kisses. It’s not as good as my kisses but…”

You snorted. “You’d leave Dodger here? He’s your buddy at work.”

“I’d be willing to make the sacrifice. As long as you both come to visit me at least once.”

“Chris…” You said, walking away from the counter as you took a seat at your small kitchen table.

This was it. Chris couldn’t wait any longer. He quickly moved, sitting on the other side as he took your hand. Gently, he brushed his thumb against your hand as he continued talking.

“I want to take the next step with you. Shit. Y/N. I’ve never done this before. We can make it work. I can go to set late. We can get you settled in.”

“Chris. Chris.” You said, ending his speech as you squeezed his hand. “I just don’t think this is the right time. Can’t we wait until you come back to talk about this?”

With one last sigh, Chris weakly nodded as you let go of your hand. As you stood up to finish dinner, he didn’t move, still lost in his thoughts.

“Babe, do you mind grabbing me a beer from the fr-...”

“Do you still see a future with me?” He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to know. His heart raced as he watched as you froze, dropping the knife on the counter as you whirled around to face him again.

“What the hell are you talking about? Of course I do!”

“Shit. I didn’t mean to be so forward. We shouldn’t be talking about this now. I’m sorry.” Terrified that he took things too far, he shook his head as he rubbed his hand over his face. “Can we just forget I said that?”

“No. We can’t.” You forcefully said, scooting your chair in front of his as you took both of his hands. “Where is this coming from?”

“What happens if another movie comes up? Or the press tour? How long will we postpone this?” He took your hands again, squeezing them as if for support while he sighed. “I want a life with you. I think it’s time but I’m...I’m terrified that my job is scaring you away.”

“Of course it isn’t! Chris, I’m here. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back. Nothing will change.”

“But I want it to! I want to share a home with you. I want to learn every quirk you have. I want to come home to find you cuddled on the couch with Dodger. Or be there waiting to comfort you as you’ll complain about a stressful day at work. I want to be there for you.” Before you could argue, he continued.

“I know. I can stay the night here or you can come to my house but it’s more than that. I want to marry you one day. I want to have little ones that are the perfect mix between you and me. I just...I fear that you don’t want to do this with me. That you don’t see a future like this...at least not with me.”

You couldn’t help but gasp as you quickly moved onto his lap, gently stroking his cheek as you lay your forehead against his.

“I’m sorry.” He said again. “I’m just...I don’t want to wake up one day and realize I’m too old for all of that. I don’t want to waste any time. Not when I finally found the perfect girl to share this life with.”

You shushed him before he could continue, kissing him and effectively shutting him up. “I’m not saying no Chris. My feelings haven’t changed. Chris Evans, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But I want to do it WITH you. Not when you’re away.” You kissed his cheek. “After this movie, I’ll move in with you. We’ll work out everything else after that. Until then, I’ll start packing, deal?”

His answering smile was enough of a reward. He quickly nodded to the promise, squeezing you tight as he kept kissing you over and over.

“Of course baby.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you curled up close to him. How could he have doubted you? You wanted a future together just as much as he did. As you nuzzled against your neck, simply enjoying the moment, Chris was busy going over plans.

You’d move in with him in a few weeks and then? It was only a matter of time before he finally gave you that ring.

Missing You

Rating: T

Warnings: slight cursing and as always, late night editing and some mediocre writing

(GIF, as always, is not mine)

Chris’ absence had always taken a toll on your daughter but today, on the day of her fall dance recital, the effect was even worse. As you looked down at the little girl tightly holding onto your hand, your heart broke as you took in her expression. She kept her gaze forward, quiet, as the flowers you had bought her nearly dragged on the floor. Tears were brimming in her eyes, threatening to fall and you knew the moment you both made it to the car, they would. For now, your brave little six year old refused to let her friends and their families see how much she missed her daddy. Amazed that she could be so strong, even you wouldn’t have been able to keep it together like that, the feeling quickly passed when you heard her sniffle. Immediately, you swept her into your arms, letting her hide against your neck as you finished the short trek to the car.

Like you predicated, once the door was opened and she was being buckled into her seatbelt did she finally break. Her whimpers had turned into full-blown sobs as she clutched the flowers tightly to her chest, crying her heart out for her daddy.

“I want my daddy. When is daddy coming home?” She whimpered, looking up at you with her now red and puffy eyes, forcing your already broken heart to crumble beyond repair as you struggled to find a solution for her troubles. But with Chris still working on his next film and no chance for the two of you to fly out there right now, all you could do was pull her into your arms and softly rub her back.

“Oh sweetheart. I know you do. Your daddy misses you too. I promise that we’ll see him soon. Soon baby.”

But your words did nothing as she continued to sob, her wet tears staining your shirt as she pressed herself close against you. You didn’t really expect them to though. While she was always your strong little princess, she was still six after all. With a silent sigh, you pulled away to make her look at you. A small smile on your face, you tucked her hair behind her head before wiping away her tears.

“How about we…” You didn’t have time to finish your thought as your phone rang, Chris’ familiar ringtone filling the air.

Just like that, the despair your daughter felt was gone as you quickly scrambled for your phone, letting her take it as soon as you answered. She waved as his face popped up on the facetime call, giggling as Chris’ loud voice echoed in the car.

“Hey princess! How was your dance?!”

While you would have rather stuck around to see your husband, you reluctantly climbed into the front seat and started the long trek back to your home. For now, you’d have to live with only hearing his voice. Yet even that was muffled as your thoughts continued to center around your daughter and how you could fix this.

***

Just like almost any problem in the Evans house, Disney had become part of the solution. With Chris’ help, the two of you had made it to Disneyland the next weekend. While (y/d/f/n) had resisted at first, claiming it wouldn’t be as fun without her daddy, here you were by the castle.

The two of you sat on a bench nearby, watching families pass by muttering about fast pass times and the next parade. But for once, your daughter didn’t seem to care about the next thing to do as she happily munched on her treat. The dripping Mickey Mouse ice cream bar left marks on her Belle ball gown but it didn’t deter her from trying to finish the giant treat by herself. The Lumiere and Cogsworth doll left forgotten at her side, she continued to nibble her way through the chocolate covered treat while humming along to “Be Our Guest” that the show nearby was playing.

But as always, it was too much. The simple idea made her pause until finally, she reluctantly handed you the rest of the bar.

“Do you want the rest mommy? Daddy usually has it but…” Just like last week, your daughter looked about ready to break down as she thought about the fun times with what she said was ‘the best daddy in whole wide world.’

“Woah. Are you giving my treat to mommy? Not cool sweet pea!” The new voice in the conversation immediately forced (y/d/f/n)’s head to snap up as she looked around for the familiar voice, a grin stretching across her face when she saw him.

There, in front of the two of you, was your husband. Despite how tired he must be from the non-stop filming, he didn’t show it as he walked toward the bench with a bright smile. He didn’t even try to hide his amusement as he knelt down beside your daughter. But as soon as he did, she reacted, flinging herself into his arms. The ice cream now lying on the floor, she didn’t care as she squealed, pushing herself closer towards her father’s loving embrace.

“Daddy! You’re here!”

Chris chuckled as he happily held onto her, hugging her tight as he kissed the side of her head.

“Well of course I’m here. I couldn’t stand being away from my favorite princess.”

As your two favorite people exchanged hugs and kisses, you recorded the entire thing, only putting it away when they both turned in your direction. The same goofy grin on their faces, they took the few steps closer to reach you before Chris leaned down to finally give you the kiss that you’ve been longing for since the moment he left to film. Your daughter’s soft giggles interrupted the two of you quickly though as once more, she stole Chris’ attention. Not that you minded. You adored the bond between the two and would happily step aside to make your little one happy.

“Daddy! We didn’t go on your favorite ride yet!”

“What?! Were you waiting for me? Did you know I was coming?” Chris teased while tickling her, making her once soft giggles turn into shrieks of amusement as she squirmed in her father’s arms. But you knew that she’d happily take the tickle torture if it meant staying in his arms.  

You chuckled as you gathered your things before taking Chris’ free hand. With (y/d/f/n) distracted as she scooped up her plush friends, you smiled up at the man you loved.

“I missed you.” You whispered, smiling when he leaned down to softly kiss you once more.

“God (y/n), I missed you too. So damn much. I couldn’t stop thinking about the two of you when I was filming. When I brought up the idea of a break to see you two, the directors nearly dragged me to the taxi hoping that I’d come back more focused.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you squeezed his hand gently. “I guess I should be thanking them then. Any more time apart and I think (y/d/f/n) and I would have gone insane.”

Chris couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to kiss you yet again. Not that he really wanted to. Even after years of being married, the two of you still were in the ‘honeymoon’ stage of your relationship. Every day with each other was something you both treasured and you both doubt that feeling would ever change. With a smile, he let go of your hand and instead, pulled you as close as he could to his side.

“Now I can’t have that happen to my best girls, now can I?”

Tag List: @patzammit 

you should def do a part 2 of broke like its soooo good

Thank you so much! I can’t begin to explain how much everyone’s encouragement means to me. It feels so nice to be back writing imagines and hearing that people like my new stories is giving me so much motivation. Part 2 will be up in a few hours. Warning...beware of the angst. Though Part 2 did motivate me to do a Part 3 and maybe a series following that? Hopefully you like it! 

Broke

Ransom Thrombey/Drysdale x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, some sexual themes (no smut though), spoilers (though I did change some of the plot), and probably not my best writing

(GIF is not mine)

Author’s note: I was working on a request and this happened instead. I’m thinking of a Part 2? Thoughts? 

(In this fic, Ransom didn’t kill Harlan. But Harlan still passed away so Marta still inherited everything.)

It was only a matter of time until the money ran out. Since Harlan’s death and the unexpected will reading, not once did Ransom slow down on his frivolous spending. 

One day, it had been a new car. The next, a spur of the moment trip to Paris just because he wanted to ‘woo his woman.’ The worst part...it was all non-refundable. While you didn’t complain about the week of exploring the city (well, you spent the majority of your time in the hotel room), the bill you received after the trip left you sick and regretful. Then came the jewelry. Then the latest trends. And who could forget the day you came home to a group of builders at your home? Your husband was waiting for you on the couch with the big surprise that he was remodeling the damn kitchen because you complained about the layout the day before. 

Now, as you stared at the bills spread across the coffee table, you knew the time was finally here. Ransom was finally broke. The anger you felt finally bubbled to the surface as you glared at your husband. He continued to read over the same paper, glancing between that and his computer. His checking account, not that there was much to show there, was on display to confirm how badly he had screwed up. 

“Are you happy now?” Ransom glared at you before turning back to the papers with a scoff. At least this time, he dropped the envelope in his hand to pick up another one. Though it didn’t matter. It all said the same thing. 

“I don’t have time for your bullshit right now (y/n).” His phone in his hand now, he started typing the number of the country club, ready to give a half-assed excuse on why his card was declined for this month’s membership fee. 

“No! Now is the perfect time!” You said as you slapped the phone away, watching in satisfaction as it flew from his hand and fell beside him onto the couch before he could click send. “How could you do this Ransom? Harlan died four months ago. Four! Despite his decision on the will, Marta still gave you money to support yourself while you found a job and what did you do? You’ve spent every last dime!” 

Ransom sneered at your words, standing up as he ran a hand through his already tousled locks. But you weren’t finished there. You stood too, moving to stand in front of him. Your hands on your hips, you continued your rant. 

“You have so many options. Talk to your mother and get a job at her office. Talk to Marta and try to get a job at the publishing company. Hell, Ransom. You have a fucking expensive education. Fucking use it and start searching for a job like the rest of the world does!” 

You should have known his words were going to hurt. You knew your husband well enough to know what his change of posture meant. But your anger clouded your senses and with it, you missed the way he faltered for a moment. You ignored the signs that he was thinking, about to throw an insult your way that would leave you hurt for god knows how long. He’s done it before but too lost in the moment, you didn’t prepare for it at all. 

“Why the hell are you obsessed with this? I didn’t know I married a gold digger. What? Thinking about getting a divorce now since we’re broke?” He sneered, still not finished as he took a step towards you. Your eyes wide from his words already, you didn’t realize you took a step back when he did. “Ma and the others were right about you. That you cared only about my name and what I could give you. I mean, come on! Before me, you were living off a teacher’s salary. They said marrying you would be the biggest mistake of my life and you know what? They were fucking right!” 

You know he didn’t mean it. He never did with you. You knew he always did this...lash out instead of admitting he was wrong. But bringing up what his family said about you? That hurt. You could deal with anything they had to say about you if you had Ransom by your side but now? You couldn’t feel any more alone. 

Your eyes filled with tears as you shake your head, trying to save any dignity that you had left. 

“Obsessed with this? Ransom, all I’m doing is thinking of our future. You. Have. No. Money. Ransom. What happens when they come for your car, my car...the house? What are we going to do then?” You paused. “You’re right. My salary is nothing so that’s why I’m worried about what our future is going to be like. We’re so in debt because of you that I’m worried about what we’re going to do next! I’m worried about where we’re going to live! How will I get to work so we have any sort of income?!”

You sniffled though you hastily wiped the tears away, not wanting him to see you break from his words. “I know what you’re family thinks of me. I know they wished we never got married but you know what? I never asked for a damn thing. I never wanted your money. I just wanted you.” You weren’t done there though. With a steel gaze, you finally took a step forward, not stopping until you poked him harshly in the chest. 

“If I’m such a mistake...maybe you’re right. We don’t belong together. I’ll contact a lawyer in the morning and you can start living a life without your ‘biggest mistake.’” 

You didn’t wait for a response. Instead, you turned your back on him and grabbed your bag. Without another glance in his direction, you made it out the front door, slamming it closed behind you. As you lingered by the door, you could hear Ransom on the other side. A loud crash followed your exit, no doubt the coffee mug that once rested on the coffee table. 

You knew your husband well. He wouldn’t follow you. Instead, he’d think you’d come crawling back. Sex would be his only version of an apology. Not this time though. With an audible sob, you quickly covered your mouth before rushing to your car.

“It’s Cold, You Should Take My Jacket.”

Johnny Storm x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Innuendos?

(GIF, like always, is not mine) 

Summary: Reader meets Johnny

Author’s Note: #81 from this amazing prompt list. Feel free to message me a number with a character from my list! I’d love some input on what to write next! 

It was your first Winter in New York and you definitely underestimated the cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself, seeking comfort in the small warmth that came from your long sleeved tee. Your teeth chattered as you quickly made your way through the park, counting the steps until you made it back to the warmth of your apartment. But the odds were stacked against you. Every street light turned red the minute you walked close to it and your idea to take a shortcut through the park? It was just your luck that so many events were going on today, constantly blocking your path.

You cursed as you rubbed your arms, giving up on your brisk pace as you just gave in to the inconveniences. It was your fault anyways. You should have worn something warmer before you went out today. As you slumped down onto a nearby bench, you tried to catch your breath while rubbing your hands together.

“Cold?” You turned to the voice, not even noticing someone sat down next to you until he decided to speak up. He was gorgeous as he lay back against the cold park bench. His hands were tucked inside his leather jacket, his legs crossed and his body turned towards you. He smirked, no doubt holding back a laugh as his bright blue eyes shined.

You blushed, looking down as you fiddled with the sleeves of your shirt. “I’m used to warm weather. Much warmer weather.” You laughed. “Around this time of year, I’d still be lounging around in shorts and a tank top.” “Sexy.” Your head whipped towards him at the comment, watching as he quickly lifted his hands in defense as he laughed. “Hey. You put the image in my head.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you moved to stand up and make the final trek towards your apartment. Before you could step away, his hand covered yours, the warmth from his touch seeming to travel down your body.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It just slipped out.” He held back a laugh as he gestured towards the bench. “Stay with me. Just for a little longer?”

You should have left. With how cold you were, you should have left him there and went home. But you couldn’t stop yourself from sitting down again, not once moving his hand that lay on top of yours. Gosh, he was so warm…

As if he read your mind, he finally moved his hand away, leaning forward to shrug off his jacket. He stood up, leaning over you as he draped his jacket over your shoulders. “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“But what about you?”

“I’ll be fine.” He chuckled, going back to sit beside you as you looked at him in confusion. How could he be fine in this weather? You should have insisted he take it back. You should have taken the jacket off. But it was so toasty and whatever cologne he wore...it made you melt.

As you snuggled into the leather jacket, you smiled as you turned to face him again.

“So, used to warmer weather, huh?” He asked, scooting a little closer to you. “What brings you here then?”

“Work. If it wasn’t for the raise that came with the relocation, I’d still be soaking in the sun.” You smiled. “And what about you? You seem used to all this.” “I’ve been here for years. This is nothing.” He shrugged. “This is home. I can’t imagine living anywhere else. And besides, if I wasn’t here, I wouldn’t have met a pretty girl like you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Trying to get me in bed?”

“Depends. Is it working?” You sighed.

“And here I thought you were just being nice.”

“I’m kidding.” He laughed, grabbing your hand again. “I’m known for being quite a flirt. It’s kinda hard to stop.”

“Your charms aren’t working on me.” But the playful pout that appeared on his face from your words proved otherwise. You blushed, quickly focusing on his jacket again.

“How about one date then? Maybe I can change your mind.” “What happened to you ‘trying to stop being a flirt?’ Do you do this with all the girls you meet?”

“Used to. I’ve been trying to get my priorities straight recently. But...there’s something about you that just made me want to try my luck.” Your blushed darkened.

“After everything you’ve just told me, I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.”

“Compliment. Definitely a compliment.” He said and smiled, about to speak once more before his phone went off. He frowned, cursing the thing under his breath as he slid the phone from his pocket. Once he read the message though, his eyes went wide as he scrambled to his feet. He quickly looked around, his hands clenched into fists as he looked up. But his gaze finally landed on you before his body relaxed and instead, he started taking off in the opposite direction. All the while, he ran backwards while still trying to talk to you.

“Listen, I have to go. I’m sorry. It’s an emergency. Call me!”

“Wait! Your jacket!” You said as you hurry to your feet, trying to shrug off the jacket.

“Keep it! It looks better on you anyways.” He shouted, winking at you before he finally disappeared from sight.

Stunned from the recent events, you stood still. It wasn’t until someone shouted nearby that you looked up, seeing flames burst into the sky and disappear into the city. But you just walked back home, still reeling over the conversation you had with that gorgeous stranger. He never gave you his number. How the hell were you supposed to contact him?

It wasn’t until the next day did you know it was Johnny Storm. You stared at his picture in the newspaper on your way to the mall for more appropriate winter attire. You had unconsciously put on the leather jacket that morning and now, it felt like fate that you did. You smiled as you turned around, heading towards the Baxter building instead.

...Part 2?