Julia Wicker and Kady Orloff-Diaz were married on a Sunday. It wasn’t a particular Sunday, and it wasn’t an overly special Sunday. It wasn’t a rainy Sunday, or a cold Sunday. It wasn’t even that spectacular of a Sunday, to be honest. They just liked the sound of Sunday. It had a nice ring to it.
Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.
Warning: mentions of overdose, starvation
Word Count: 3,574
Dedication: everyone bc y'all have been having a tough couple of days
A/N: JUST BECAUSE ALEX LOST WEIGHT DOESN’T MEAN HE’S THIN. This has been a psa
The mornings upstate were always so beautiful, especially the sunrises. Thomas would sneak out of the Schuyler’s summer home and go to his little hideout he went to when he wanted to be alone. From the rock he sat on, he would witness the most beautiful sunrises he’d ever seen. They were even more fantastic than the ones he saw from the bay window in Monticello.
I literally have no idea where this headcanon came from but picture this.
The girls get a call from some rich family in upstate NY. Real swanky people. Talking Rockefeller-rich. Apparently (according to the rather frantic call) their house has become infested with ghosts and they have no idea who to call (hah pun) or what to do, so in a state of panic they call the Ghostbusters. It’s a pretty long drive out to this home, but Abby decides the money is worth it, and hey, upstate NY was beautiful that time of year.
So the girls all pile into the hearse and off they go. Sometime later they pull up this massively long driveway on the other side of a wrought iron gate and park in front of a literal mansion. As par usual, a butler greets the gawking women (have any of them ever seen a house so large?) and informs them that, due to the infestation, the owners have taken leave for the weekend. The serving staff has also left because of the level of activity, meaning the four women will basically have run of this huge house for the next two days.
Erin isn’t all that thrilled (she’s thinking of the massive liability risks). The same can’t be said about everyone else. A weekend alone? A weekend staying at a resort for free? Oh hell yes!
The butler leaves them the keys along with an advanced payment, lets them know they are welcome to partake in whatever they want within reason, and hightails it out of there.
The owners weren’t kidding. There are at least five spirits in the home all ranging from general annoyance-level haunting to actively dangerous. Its takes the four a full day to get them wrangled, but after that….what are four women to do alone in a mansion with a full run of the joint for the next 24 hours?
Patty raids the pantry and whips up a meal that could put most five-star chefs to shame. The liquor cabinet is plundered (within reason). Shots are distributed in crystal glasses. Everyone partakes in the pool and hot tub (clothing negated since none of them have proper swimwear). And at some point during the night, Jillian Holtzmann decides after too many shots it would be the funniest thing to don the slinkiest outfit owned by one of the family’s daughters (she presumes, anyway) and give the girls a show while also giving Erin perhaps the biggest heart attack of her life. Because while the genius engineer is beautiful in a quirky kind of way (all smiles and dimples and sparkling blue eyes dashed with a little bit of mania) seeing Holtz descend the grand staircase and sprawl out on the chaise in the living room with her hair down, squeezed into a white miniskirt, black silk blouse, and black designer heels blows the doors off everyone present. Abby whistles. Patty laughs and cheers. Holtz strip-teases to a beat only she can hear, and Erin sits frozen, fire and ice and something akin to electricity pumping through her veins.
By the end of the night all four women pass out in various places around the house. They wake hungover the next morning and clean as much as they can. Holtz can’t exactly remember donning the slinky outfit, or why she and Erin wound up on top of each other on the couch, but she happily lets the other woman sleep for a little while longer before climbing off and slipping back into her coveralls. A dark bruise on the side of Erin’s neck partially illuminates what transpired hours ago, and the blonde can’t help but grin with pride.
On the drive home, no one mentions Erin’s hickey. She doesn’t talk about it, and Holtz doesn’t talk about the red scratches she discovers across her shoulders after returning to the firehouse.
To date, that was the best weekend the four have had.
The state so nice they named it once! Including the city of big apples! NYC is an amazing city that has to be seen to be truly understood. If you don’t live there, you should at least visit it to check it out. But the state is not just the city. There is a whole lot of beautiful land upstate to explore (and for much cheaper, too). Not to mention a lot of colleges—Cornell, Ithaca and Columbia to name a few. Get brunch in Williamsburg, take a sensual shower under Niagara Falls, and try to figure out how to pronounce Schenectady. What a terrific state.
Another terrific state! In your 20s, you will be here a lot. You will be travelling here when you try to write a novel, or travel the world on a small budget, or attempt to fix a failing relationship. It’s important to really get as much meat out of this state as possible in your 20s, because once you’re in your middle ages, it gets much less charming. But that’s alright! Denial is important to live through so that you can get to other states, like…
Oh, the beauty! Seattle is a wonderful city with so many opportunities—but don’t skimp on an umbrella, you’ll need it! In addition, the wonderful Mt. Rainier is a sight to see (and don’t worry, if you’re in Seattle, you’ll see it). With weekend trips to Portland and Vancouver very accessible, this is a great city to check out. Plus, if you’re into the 420 culture, you’re in for a treat. Wink! Also, a tip: Do not confuse this state with Washington DC, *or* the state of guilt.
The state of guilt is not one to be missed. If you’re in your 20s, there’s a decent chance you went to college for at least a little bit of time. If so, you likely did some questionable things! Could involve drinking, could involve relationships, could involve making fun of the awkward girl in the locker room, pouring blood on her head and then facing her wrath! No matter what your path, you will certainly at least make a pit stop in the guilt state. Don’t forget to buy a souvenir!
Depression can be both a trait and a state, and it hurts quite a bit as both. It’s also not exclusive to your 20s, but it certainly is present there. You’ll be sure to take a couple of dips in the depression pool in your 20s, but try not to hang around too long—your hands will get pruny! And you’ll also get even more sad and maybe want to drown–perhaps in the Hudson River (callback)!