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wildrangers · 5 months

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"Slut!" // William Nylander

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: Famous singer reader x our boy Willy

{For my 1989 Vaults Track Challenge}

Warnings/tropes: fluff, resolved angst (very minor), mentions of anxiety, strong allusions to sex but no serious smut (like PG-13-ish), cursing

You were used to attention but even you had a limit. You’d hit it a few months ago after the tabloids latched onto you being seen with a mystery man, aka Marc from your agent’s office. When your team published that to dispel the rumors, the media reframed it as you sleeping with him for favoritism within your agency. While they hadn’t actually been yelling “Slut!” at you, they may as well have been and you’d needed to get away from New York.

You’d escaped to Toronto because you enjoyed the city whenever your tour had passed through and decided it was busy enough to get lost in without attracting the press. You were hunkered down working on your next album, doing your best to lose yourself in the rhythm of the city and get back to what you loved most—your music.

Got lovestruck, went straight to my head

Got lovesick, all over my bed

Love to think you’ll never forget

Handprints in wet cement

You’d been walking your dog, Edith, when the air changed around you—you couldn’t quite explain it, but you could feel a group of people getting excited about something and it set you on edge—had you been spotted? You froze, eyes darting around as your breath fogged in front of you.

You spotted a group of maybe a half dozen girls giggling as they walked away from a tall, blonde man with two dogs. As you let out a deep sigh of relief, Edith spotted the other dogs and yanked the leash out of your grip, charging for them and their owner.

“Edith!” you called, heart in your throat, as you jogged after her. Luckily, you were in a quieter part of the city but you were still panicked until you saw the guy grab her leash.

“I am so, so sorry, thank you so much” you called out once you were in speaking distance of him.

“It’s no problem” he replied, smiling easily at you. “I was relieved when a dog was running over—when I heard someone yelling ‘Edith!’ I worried a grandma was really in trouble.”

You chuckled and shrugged, “I mean, she’s just an Edith, you know?” Normally, at this point, you’d disengage to avoid being recognized but his face was so open and you hadn’t realized until now how lonely you’d been holed up writing. “Who are these gentlemen?”

William introduced himself, as well as Banksy and Pablo. You discovered your buildings were near each other so when he offered to join you on your return there, you took him up on it despite your reservations.

“So, what do you do for work?” William asked after a natural lull in conversation and your pulse picked up.

“Oh, I work in the music industry, what about you?”

You felt him reassessing you and his cheeks suddenly flared pink, “I’m sorry, I thought you looked familiar but it didn’t click until just now.”

“Please, don’t be sorry” you laughed, your own embarrassment rising to meet his. “It was nice talking with someone as a human being.”

“Yeah, I get that” he sighed.

“Oh?” you asked, wracking your brain for how he could possibly relate to such a strange feeling.

“I play for the Maple Leafs” he explained and you nodded, pretending to know what that meant. He must have caught on because he let out a rich laugh that made you smile from the sound alone. “The NHL team here, this is kind of a hockey town.”

“Well, that explains the girls back there…” you mused, reflecting back on the frenetic energy that comes with a person meeting someone they only know through a TV.

“They were sweet” he shrugged and you glanced over, noticing his legitimate nonchalance.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Not really, it comes with the territory and 95% of the time people are nice.”

“Well, that’s good” you mumbled, mostly to yourself. While your fans were lovely, your mind flashed to all the times you’d been met with judgement and jealousy from girls who were into your famous exes. It was a bizarre, shame-inducing experience despite you doing nothing wrong.

“Hey look!” Will said excitedly, pulling you from your thoughts. “Come here, quick.”

You followed him in confusion towards a small section of sidewalk that had been replaced and was surrounded by caution tape. “What exactly are we doing?”

“Come on, we gotta do our hand prints, no?” he grinned and his genuine excitement made you smile too.

“Fine, but quickly” you agreed and he whooped before taking his left hand out of his glove, you doing the same with your right hand. You two quickly stuck your hands in, the wet concrete cold to the touch.

“My plan worked” he smiled and you tilted your head in confusion. “Now you have to come over, make sure we can wash that concrete off your hands. Can’t play guitar with chunks of that stuck to you.”

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose

I’ll pay the price you won’t

You must have dozed off watching the Leafs game because you were woken by Will softly greeting the dogs. You stretched, letting the throw blanket fall around your waist as you yawned.

“I’m sorry, babe, did I wake you?” he asked quietly, placing a kiss to your forehead.

You hummed in response, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck to pull his lips to yours. His kiss was gentle and attentive—he always seemed to anticipate just what would make your heart flutter in your chest. He pulled away a moment later, his blue eyes shining with joy that warmed you from within.

It had only been a few months since you’d met and, if you were being honest, you were a little terrified by how quickly you were falling for him. Contrary to what the tabloids said, you normally guarded your heart quite closely. But with Will, it was beginning to feel like all you needed was him.

“Where’d you go?” he asked and you realized he’d sat down beside you, concern all over his face.

“I’m sorry, just got lost in my thoughts.”

“What were they saying?”

You hesitated, trying to decide how to phrase it, “It just worries me how much you mean to me already.”

“Oh, älskling” he replied, pulling you to him. Your arms wrapped around his middle and you buried your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. “What concerns you about that?”

“I’m scared of people finding out” you admitted softly.

“Because of the media being assholes?” You nodded, pulling him tighter. “Y/N, people say shit about me all the time. It’s just what happens when you’re in the public eye.”

You sighed, pulling away slightly to look at him. He didn’t get it—how different it was being a famous woman versus a man. “What would the story be about you if it came out that we’re dating?” you questioned and he grinned.

“Just that I’m lucky to have somehow landed a woman that is way out of my league” he replied and you rolled your eyes, butterflies filling your stomach at the compliment.

“What do you think it would be about me?”

He took in your serious expression and paused to think before shrugging, “Tell me.”

“Y/N, dating William Nylander!” you proclaimed dramatically. “Another new man for the songstress! Will she ever settle down? How many famous men will she use for attention? What will her ex think? When can we expect the break up album?”

You’d tried being light-hearted but your voice cracked on the last word as tears pricked your eyes. “Hey, hey” he said quietly, embracing you again and running a soothing hand through your hair. “They can say whatever they want. Only we know what this is—how real it is. They can’t take that from us. But, if we keep hiding, think of all the things that fear is taking from us. You coming to a game, me being able to go to a show of yours someday. Me being able to take you out to celebrate a win or on a nice date.”

Tears flowed freely at his words, “I didn’t mean to hide us, I’m just scared.”

“I know” he replied, wiping away your tears. “And I’ve loved getting to know you and developing this relationship, just us two. But that’s not how relationships work—I want you to meet the team and me to meet your friends, see your home in New York. I mean, if you’d want that” he said, faltering at the end.

You grabbed his face in your hands, placing a gentle kiss to his nose. “Of course, that’s what I want” you reassured him, getting lost in his deep blue eyes. And as he leaned in to kiss you again, you accepted that you’d likely get backlash in a way he wouldn’t. But you wouldn’t let that stop you from being with him fully.

But if I’m all dressed up

They might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a slut

You know it might be worth it for once

You were nervous as you left Scotiabank Arena with Steph and a few other girls. You’d felt safe up in the suite, watching the game with the other partners and families but away from prying eyes. Now, on the street surrounded by fans, you felt your anxiety rising. You could feel people watching your group, noting the WAG jackets—you couldn’t tell if they’d realized who you were or were just intrigued because of your relationship with a player.

As you saw Will’s car pull up to the curb, you confirmed with Steph which bar you’d all meet up at to celebrate the win before sliding into his passenger seat.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Will asked, eyes scanning your face.

“Yeah, I’m sure” you nodded, despite the nerves filling your stomach. His strong hand gripped yours as he pulled out, heading a few blocks away to the bar. You’d gone to a few closed team events to meet everyone—parties at people’s apartments, joining the girls for at-home brunch, etc. All to help you feel comfortable enough for this milestone.

“You look beautiful, Leafs blue suits you” Willy complimented as he pulled into a spot and you squeezed his hand in thanks. He quickly came around to your side, opening your door and helping you out as he always did, ever the gentleman—it was one of the things you loved about him. You paused for a second at that thought before deciding you had enough to worry about tonight without bringing the L word into it.

You were escorted to a private room where you enjoyed a few hours of joyful company, dancing and drinking, celebrating the guys and their hard work. You’d almost convinced yourself you’d overthought this outing—everything was going great, why had you been so worried? But by the time you were leaving, cheeks flushed from the warmth of the bar and the alcohol flowing through you, your fears were confirmed as cameras began flashing.

Will wrapped a protective arm around you as your name was shouted from all around, Steph tucking herself closer to your other side, bracketing you in their safety.

Send the code, he’s waiting there

The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air

Everyone wants him

That was my crime

It was the following afternoon and you were spiraling. All those moments you thought were private were plastered across the internet. You and Steph cheering after a goal, you picking up John’s daughter so she could see the ice better, you shielding your eyes when Will had taken a hard check. Let alone all the photos they’d gotten outside the arena and of you walking into and out of the bar.

Even worse, a fan had gotten past your building’s security, knocking on your door shortly after lunch. Luckily, she’d been sweet but it still rattled you. Your building’s manager had apologized profusely, quickly changing all the codes into the building and retraining the staff on privacy procedures.

Will was at practice and wouldn’t be over until later that afternoon, leaving you to your own devices. You’d successfully fought off Googling your own name for hours before finally caving.

Y/N spotted with William Nylander—but is she still with Marc?

Y/N has gone through all of Hollywood’s men—she’s moved onto Toronto now!

When can we expect the Nylander album?

That last one had been the worst—as if your music was owed solely to the men you decided to be with, not something you worked tirelessly on. Your phone vibrated beside you and your shoulders sagged in relief as Will’s name popped up.

“Hey babe, are you almost here?”

“I’m outside, can you send me the new code? It’s a zoo out here.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I totally spaced, it’s 161152. I’ll call George to let him know you can come up.”

A few moments later, you were pulling Will into your apartment and locking the door behind him. You began to explain everything that had happened today but instead simply burst into tears.

“I’m so sorry, älskling—I believed you but I didn’t realize how crazy it would be. But we’re going to figure this out, okay?” And you let yourself believe him as he rubbed soothing circles on your back, his presence filling you with a sense of safety. “And I’m going to be taking your laptop away from you” he added, spotting what you’d been searching.

You chuckled through your tears, pulling away to grab a tissue from nearby, “I knew I shouldn’t but couldn’t stop myself” you admitted and he nodded. “I’m sorry about all of this.”

“Hey, no” he countered, gently gripping your face between his hands. “We knew this could happen.”

“I know but why would you want to put up with all of this?” you asked, emotion clogging your throat again.

“Because I’ll take anything and everything that comes with being with you” he answered, eyes serious as they held yours. You didn’t know what to say to that so you just wrapped your arms around his middle again. “Want to take a nap? I could use one after the last twelve hours.”

Half asleep

Taking your time

You’re not saying you’re in love with me

But you’re going to

A few hours later you were woken by kisses placed all over your face and gentle hands caressing your waist. “There she is” Willy mumbled into your ear and you giggled, turning your face so you could capture his lips with your own. His exploring hands made quick work of both your clothes and soon he was a comforting weight on top of you.

You’d obviously had sex with Will countless times by this point but this felt different somehow. You both normally favored faster, rougher sex but Will was moving so purposefully and slowly, seemingly drawing out the time you two were joined together, impossibly close.

Later, as you came down from your high and felt his rhythm falter, you opened your eyes to meet his and the look there stole your breath away. Such affection and care were in his deep blue eyes before he dropped his head to your chest, burying his face in your neck as he caught his breath.

“That was incredible, Y/N” he said softly and you pulled his face up to yours, pouring all your unsaid feelings into the kiss.

Half awake

Taking your chance

It’s a big mistake

I said it might blow up in your pretty face

A few nights later, you were curled up in Will’s bed, wrapped in his embrace. The dogs were fast asleep around you but you were clinging to wakefulness, enjoying the warmth of Will behind you after a long day in the studio.

“Y/N?” Will said softly and you hummed in response, turning in his arms to face him.

You smiled up at him sleepily but felt yourself wake up a bit more at the intensity in his eyes. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” he began, swallowing thickly. You frowned slightly at his nerves, reaching up to brush a piece of hair out of his eyes. “I just love you, that’s all.”

You fought back a smile, “Oh is that all?”

“Shut up” he giggled, hiding his face in your neck, pulling you even closer to him somehow.

You ran a hand through his hair, placing a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you too, William.”

“Yeah?” he questioned, pulling back just enough to gaze up at you.

You nodded before smirking, “You may come to regret it but yeah, I love you.”

He placed a gentle kiss to your collarbone before settling into your chest again, “I could never regret this, my love.”

A/N: My first Willy story! Thanks to those who sent support for this little series I'm working on to hopefully get out of this writing slump. I wrote this in a few hours so please let me know any feedback you have ☺️ 'Say Don't Go' with Lindgren next!

#william nylander #william nylander blurb #william nylander imagine #william nylander fic #nhl fic #nhl blurb #toronto maple leafs #toronto maple leafs fic #toronto maple leafs blurb #william nylander x reader #Taylor's 1989 Vault Track Challenge

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box— Luke’s Debut Edition

SERIES MASTERLIST

idk the dates they lived in toronto so this is my diy timeline now tysm

this seems moot now but it’s fine

TUESDAY, APRIL 11TH

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yourusername tonight was a very special night for the hughes family, a family i’m proud to say has become my own. tonight, my favorite little brother, my favorite (for tonight) son, and one of my best friends whom i love so dearly had his nhl debut tonight and i couldn’t be more proud of him!

i remember sitting with you at jack’s draft and telling you, “that’ll be you next!” i sat in the stands during your games back when you were in elementary school and i remember you running straight to me after your team won post losing a few games in a row. you told me that you’d win for me next game i went to; and you did! you ran right past jim and ellen and shouted, “sissy, i told you i’d win for you!” i’m crying writing this out but it was too pure to not share during this moment. you won for me tonight, too, bubs❤️

i’ve seen you annihilate the collegiate hockey world, and now i get to watch you do the same in the nhl. it was a privilege to sit in those stands tonight and watch you take your solo rookie lap, and i hope you know how hard i cried over it. we’ve been waiting for this day since the day i met you all. i was there for quinn’s debut, i was there for jack’s, but being there for yours is a memory that beats them all. maybe it’s because i feel like a proud older sister and i’m younger than the other two, or maybe it’s because of how good our bond is. whatever it is, i will never stop being proud of you. you’re going to be golden, lukey moosey, and i hope you’re excited for it. i love you so much!

p.s. i can’t end without say congratulations to my soulmate! he best a 22 year devils record tonight with his 43rd goal! poetic, isn’t it? i’m proud of you and love you so much, jacky boy <3

with love,

sissy❤️ #RaiseHell

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lhughes_06 sissy, you’re going to make me cry! i love you too❤️

yourusername hurry home then and cry with me while we watch quintin!!

lhughes_06 tell your ex husband to get ready faster!

yourusername brb

dylanduke25 you DID make me cry, sissy! so proud of you luke!

yourusername i’ll let the sissy pass because it’s a special day! i miss you, duker!

dylanduke25 i miss you, too!

lhughes_06 thank you, duker!

user6 hughes curse broken…?

_alexturcotte so proud of you lil bro! you are the superior hughes! @/lhughes_06💯💯

yourusername me and ellen are the superior hughes’s but it’s lukey moosey’s night so i’ll let it slide

lhughes_06 thank you, turc! miss you!

lhughes_06 @/yourusername you really are the superior hughes

jackhughes facts

_alexturcotte facts

_quinnhughes facts

user92 the stories in the caption i can’t

jackhughes i am beyond proud of you, lukey! you’re going to do amazing things for the devils and the league! love you! (sissy, please don’t have us all crying on the couch)

lhughes_06 thanks, jacky! love you, too. (you’ve met sissy, right?)

yourusername (reminder that lukey moosey said the same thing to me after his first umich win)

jackhughes (FUCK)

_quinnhughes (i don’t cry, so don’t make me)

lhughes_06 (psa i did tell sissy i’d win for her tonight just like that game)

_quinnhughes (this is fine)

umichhockey that’s our boy!

user77 i’m crying oh my god

edwards.73 @/lhughes_06 we all watched your game together! so proud of you, bro! can’t wait to join you!

yourusername lukey’s debut already killed me don’t remind me of yours! rude head

lhughes_06 thank you, eddy! you’ll love it here!

edwards.73 @/yourusername i’m sorry…?

lhughes_06 @/edwards.73 correct

yourusername @/edwards.73 i accept your apology, child number two

user6 new lore just dropped and it’s a tear jerker😭 so proud of you, luke!

_quinnhughes i remember that game! he was excited for days after. i’m proud of you, lukey! i’ll be hiding in the stands during playoffs! i love you! @/lhughes_06

lhughes_06 i love you, too, quinny

yourusername big brother of the year alert (kinda)

jackhughes @/yourusername you can sleep outside

yourusername @/jackhughes mom would have you sleep outside before me

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes that is true

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes stone cold fact

user22 congratulations luke!

trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 i’m proud of you, bud! congratulations on your debut! go ahead and cry my girlfriend out so she runs out of tears when she comes home!

lhughes_06 thanks, z! and i’ll break out more elementary school me stories for you

trevorzegras thank you for your service🫡

yourusername @/lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras we aren’t friends/dating/siblings/mom and son for the next fifteen minutes

trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 look what you did

lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras LOOK WHAT YOU DID

user38 i might be crying harder than y/n

yourusername you can try, but you will not succeed

nicohischier proud of you, luke! can’t wait to see what you do here!

lhughes_06 thank you!

yourusername nico!!! light of my life!!! welcome to my comment section!!! i love you sm come cuddle!!

nicohischier @/yourusername i love you, too! and okay, sure

jackhughes @/nicohichier careful she clings

jamie.drysdale @/jackhughes when did she start climbing under shirts to cuddle

jackhughes @/jamie.drysdale quinn

_quinnhughes she was scared of storms when she was younger, okay! @/jackhughes @.jamie.drysdale

mackie.samo go little rockstar

lhughes_06 heading for our last fight before our worlds part

yourusername that lyric would’ve been suitable post frozen four semi finals but do your thing baby smurf

lhughes_06 i will thank you

mackie.samo he will thank you

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starbabyg · 5 months

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Swiss Pastries and Friendship Renewals | Nico Hischier

For Demi from your Hockey girlies discord fic exchange bb 💞💞 @wyattjohnston I’m actually making you a mini series bc I love this idea so muchhh and I have this whole plot in place I hope you don’t mind!!

Plus as a bonus here’s a whole playlist for youuu!! 💗💗

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2019

It was autumn in New Jersey, the weather had gone cold and the leaves were starting to turn auburn. Nico watched people through the shop windows as he walked home. Families shopping for the holidays. Couples laughing as they bonded over fondue and pumpkin spiced cocktails. He thought it was sweet seeing people happily living their lives. He came upon a small coffee shop, looking through the window and seeing someone he knew looked familiar. He could only see her side profile, but in his bones he knew he had seen the girl before. The oh so familiar girl leaned a bit over to grab something out of a bag perched on her shoulder, and Nico knew that it was who he thought it was. Nico made his way into the shop, a new sense of excitement flurrying through him.

“No freakin’ way, Demi?” He came up behind her, a large smile plastered on his face. It had been a while since he had seen anybody from up north, he had only spent a short while there but the memories were still fresh in his mind.

“Oh my god, Nico!” Demi immediately brought him in for a hug, remembering that soft face of his, that smile that he had always adorned. “I haven’t seen you since you left for the states!”

“It’s been a couple years now huh, this is the first time I’m seeing anybody from Halifax. God that group was wild. How is everybody?” Memories of that small Canadian town started to flood his senses. The little bits of nostalgia giving him a sense of glee.

“Yeah, our little group really was something, huh. Everybody is doing their own thing. Stacy and Jonah have a kid now. Yeah, they’re still together. Miles moved to Toronto. You know, everyone just in different places doing different things. I haven’t been that in touch with them either. The old times were good though,” she smiled as she reminisced.

Nico saw the look on Demi’s face, a tad bit somber as she was deep in thought. He felt a bit bad. “How bout we catch up over some coffee and pastries? It’s been a while and you were always my favorite.” Smelling the scent of coffee and what smelled of sweetly burnt sugar, Nico could not resist the temptation of a warm drink on that chilly day. The pastries encased in the display window were no help either.

“That is such a lie Hischier, we were not as close as you were with Evan. Or even Julia. Which, by the way, was that all about? I never got the full story,” she joked, scanning the menu although she already knew what she was going to order.

“Oh? Julia? She was a nice girl, she just used to come off very strong. I didn’t really know how to let her down easy,” Nico scratched the back of his neck as he thought about each awkward encounter after the other.

“That’s Julia, always going after what she wants. I’m a little surprised you didn’t date her though, she was one of the prettiest girls in town.”

“I just liked another girl, that’s all. Julia wasn’t my type,” he shrugged as he walked up to the front counter, “what do you get from here? I’m not much of a coffee guy.”

“I got you,” Demi placed her hand on Nico’s shoulder as she turned towards the barista, “Can I get two caramel brûlée macchiato’s and two apple caramel strudels?” Demi began shuffling through her bag again, pulling out her card, as she attempted to hand it to the barista Nico swiftly snatched it out of her hand. Instead placing his card in the barista’s hand.

“Still fast as ever, huh Hischier,” Demi shook her head as she led Nico to a table in the corner. The coffee shop was tranquil, a good handful of customers murmers living up the joint as some soft holiday music played in the background. The lights were warm and cozy, a bright shade of copper that lit the couple’s faces up. Overall just a nice and homely vibe that Nico could get used to.

“You know me,” he chuckled, pulling her seat out for her to sit, “So what brought you to Jersey out of every state?”

Demi shrugged, “Just more opportunities. Close to New York City. Close to my folks who never left Halifax. I really don’t know if I’m going to be honest.” The question came as a bit of a shocker. Demi herself had never really asked herself why she came to Jersey. It had just happened.

“And how’s it going for you out here?”

Demi thought for a second. Career wise, it wasn’t where she wanted to be. She wanted to fib just a bit, just to make the situation sound a bit better for her, but it was Nico and she felt no reason to lie. “Honestly less than satisfactory. I’ve been doing freelance gigs for this company but I’m not passionate about my work. It’s just being an errand girl for people who aren’t the nicest. The pay is measly compared to cost of living. Lately it’s just work, eat, like thirty minutes of actually doing what I want to do, then sleep.”

“So what do you really want to do?”

Demi was taken aback just a bit, “It’s been a while since I’ve been asked that. I’ve always liked writing. Something in journalism perhaps. Maybe write a book or two. I just want the freedom to be creative with my work.”

“Makes sense, I remember you used to work on the school paper! I used to read your little opinion column!” Nico remembered and pointed his finger excitedly. He could still remember the little pieces, always marked by the ‘written by senior editor Demi’ in little letters under the title.

“No way you used to read my writing Hischier,” Demi felt a bit bashful, covering up her blushing cheeks. “I used to try to hide the paper from the group because I was too embarrassed for them to read it. You know how they got with teasing.”

“Don’t know why you were embarrassed. Your writing was really good, funny too.” Nico was a bit surprised by her reaction. Demi had never been one to be shy or even embarrassed. Always holding up a headstrong attitude even when the group was in major trouble.

“Awe, why thank you Hischier. I appreciate that. I wish I could write more now, but juggling these gigs and trying to solidify an actual career out here, it’s just impossible I wish there was something—”

“Order for Demi,” interrupted by the barista, Demi got up for their order. Nico watched as she got up and interacted with the barista, the two of them having a small conversation that ended with laughter. Somehow she was glowing underneath the tungsten lighting. Turning around with tray in her hand, Demi carefully made her way back, cautious as to not spill the two piping hot drinks.

“Okay, this spot has the best fall drinks and the most authentic Swiss pastries in Jersey. I remember you always came to school with a homemade apple strudel, so I had to see you try this one. It’s like fall in a pastry. Apple, caramel, with powdered sugar on top. It’s to dieeee for.”

Nico smiled as he listened to Demi describe the order. It was very thoughtful of her to remember his old favorite school snack all these years later. Watching her place the order down, an idea sparked in his head.

“So first you gotta try the strudel, savor it. Then after try it again and take a sip of your macchiato after.” Demi rested her chin in her hands, just a little too excited to see how her old friend would like the goods from her favorite coffee shop.

Nico did exactly as he was told, lifting the strudel up and taking an ample bite. His senses were then filled with the sweet tang of baked apples, his tongue coated with the spice of cinnamon. Demi nodded, gauging his reaction that she knew he would most definitely have. Nico couldn’t believe that a strudel this good could actually come from a small shop in Jersey. It had tasted just like home. He then grabbed his Macchiato, about to sip it before Demi’s hand jerked it away.

“Oh my gosh, be careful. That thing is piping hot,” she chuckled as she saw Nico’s eyes bulge up. He set the coffee cup down and leaned over to blow it gently. “I know it smells good but you gotta wait a couple minutes so it doesn’t leave your tongue burnt for the rest of the day.”

“You just saved me. I was being a bit hasty huh,” Nico shook his head as he felt a bit bashful. He watched as the cream swirled in the coffee every time he blew into it.

“I’m literally your savior Hischier,” Demi gave him a cheeky wink.

“That means you haven’t changed much from school. You saved everyone’s asses. Always got us out of trouble. Always saved us right before we coulda died. That’s why you were my favorite, you were always the coolest of the group,” he laughed. Now thinking of all the high school shenanigans, all of the times they were yelled at by adults. Caught trespassing. With every time Demi having to mediate and bargain with authority.

“Mmm, makes one of you,” Demi pursed her lips. Her mood shifted a bit as she took a long sip of her macchiato.

“Huh, what d’you mean?” Nico sat there clueless.

“You know everyone else in the group had their closer bonds. Everyone grew up with each other. And I had just moved from Australia the year before you came. They liked me cause I was different and it was a small town, but they didn’t bother to get close to me like they were with each other. And they were all kind of assholes if I’m being real,” Demi shrugged. “Which is why I’m working my ass off out here cause I refuse to go back. I don’t even care if I have to work all day as long as I don’t have to go back there.”

Nico got quiet, only murmuring a little ‘oh’ under his breath. He truly did not know what to say. Just watching Nico sit there in his thoughts, Demi placed her hands on the table. She hated an awkward moment. Couldn’t stand them.

“So how ‘bout some Brunsli cookies? They actually import chocolate from Switzerland and they taste sooo decadent. Just like the chocolate your mother brought you to school that one day. Speaking of your mother, how is she?”

“Oh, she’s fine. Moved back home so I don’t get to see her much except for the off season. She sends me stuff from back home all the time. Especially those chocolates. I can bring you some if you’d like.”

Demi’s eyes lit up, “Really? Those are literally the best chocolates I have ever tasted. You would be a godsend giving me some.” Her mouth started to water at the thought of those chocolates, how they just melt in your mouth. The rich flavor that was better than any American chocolate.

“Of course. You don’t know how many boxes I have in my apartment. My kitchen counter is covered with them. I barely have time to eat them let alone put them away,” Nico jokingly sighed as he pictured his kitchen counter that was literally covered in Läderach and mom- and - pop shop made chocolates.

“Ohhh let me come over to your place and those chocolates will be goneeee. But really, I can help you organize those chocolates and put them away— if you need some assistance.”

“I could use a lotttt of assistance. My life has been hectic for a while now and having those stacks of chocolates out of sight is one less thing to worry about. I’ll even give you all the chocolate from my stockpile that you want.” Nico just

“I mean, I’ll take the chocolates. But I would have done it anyway. You’re my friend. Why wouldn’t I help you out any way I can?” She smiled and took a bite of her pastry, crumbs falling down the sides of her mouth which Nico thought was adorable.

Nico couldn’t help but look at Demi with the admiration he used to look at her back when they were in secondary school. “Honestly people like you are very hard to come across. You surely are a rare breed out here Demi. Nobody is selfless like that anymore. Always asking what’s in it for them.” Demi was like a breath of fresh air to Nico.

“Well duh. It’s Jersey. Everybody out here has a bad attitude,” she rolled her eyes in a joking manner. Although she hoped no native New Jersians heard that because they would surely give her an earful.

“You aren’t wrong,” Nico chuckled and shook his head. He couldn’t help but think about the endless encounters he had faced with rude fans, people in public, and especially people in the industry. It had honestly started to take a toll on him.

“Well you sure are lucky to have found me again huh. The sweetest, kindest, most nicest person in the world,” Demi teased in a sing songy manner. She batted her eyes in the most obvious way. Nico thought she looked like a Disney princess.

Nico just looked at her with admiration, “Why don’t you be my assistant,” he absentmindedly said. “Er— only if you want to. It’s not like you need to—”

“Hischier, Hischier. Calm down. Let me hear you out before you get all anxious on me,” she placed a hand on Nico’s shoulder.

“I’m just saying. It could be beneficial for the both of us. My last assistant was crap. Didn’t help me out in any way but was getting paid handsomely by the Devils. You need a better job. And more time to do what you actually want to. We can help each other out!”

Demi just sat there thinking. ‘It would be a better job than my shithole job. I don’t know about the pay yet but more time to do what I actually want to will help out with my career moves. And it’s just Nico. He’s not that bad. He’d be a better boss than my current one.’

“Okay. I’ll take the job.” She took the leap. Maybe this would be good for her. The change in pace might be just what she needed to get to the next step in her life. Any change in scenery would be better than Demi’s current situation.

“I knew it. It’s fine. I was just suggesting–” Again Nico started with his anxious rambling. If Demi didn’t stop him he would have went on until the coffee shop closed.

“Um, Hischier. Did you not just hear me? I said I’ll take it,” Demi knew Nico wasn’t the best listener but sheesh. How much in his head was he at the moment?

Nico formed a smile, “Oh? I made an offer you couldn’t refuse huh,” he poked at her, speaking in his best east coast accent. It was terrible, but Demi could never tell him that.

“Honestly I could’ve heard a better job pitch from a child. But you’re my friend and you’re cooler than my current boss so why not. I think we could benefit from each other as well. As friends.” But she could tease him still.

“Friends with benefits??”

“Ew, gross. Don’t be gross like that Hischier.”

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Someone Unexpected

Summary: Kira (OC) and Jack met through mutual friends (Nolan Patrick and Nico Heiser) unexpectedly one summer. Feeling an instant connection, they decide to go on a date. Nerves take over as the two set out on what might be their first date of many. **This is a continuation of Kira & Jack from Summer Rituals, it might be helpful to check that out! *Kira's thoughts have been italicized.

Part of the HEART FIRST Series

Note: Thank you so much for all the love on Summer Rituals, I am super excited to continue Kira and Jack's story! All of your support means a lot to me! I have a lot planned with them, if you want to be tagged let me know.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, past relationships

Word Count: 6k

Life can be surreal sometimes with the way things fall into place. There is this saying about dating that I’ve always hated, ‘you’ll meet someone when you least expect it’. That saying has always set me off because it's never been true. I have spent my fair share of time alone and in relationships with shitty guys; yet, I have never met the right one when I’m not looking for anything. That is, until now.

To say I didn’t expect to meet anyone, let alone Jack Hughes on what seemed like a normal summer day was an understatement. I thought it would be a quiet day on the boat where I could read and Nolan could fish. When I showed up at the docks this morning, there he was in all his glory. Despite being completely enamored with Jack from the moment our eyes locked, I kept a safe distance from him when we all got on the boat. If Nolan invited him, I’m sure he wouldn't be an asshole, but I’ve been hurt one too many times to let my guard down. The last guy though, he did a number on me and it took a lot of time for me to heal. Between the cheating, body shaming, and belittling I experienced with my ex I learned to be very wary about trusting men. Even though it's been two years since I left my ex, I’m just starting to feel like I’ve found myself again.

As a protective factor, I kept my distance from the starry-eyed forward and focused my attention on ensuring Nolan didn’t hit any other boats as he backed out of the marina. Still, I didn’t think anything would come from meeting Jack until he sat down beside me and asked me about the book in my beach bag. That question started everything…the perfect day spent getting to know the perfect guy. I explained to him that the book isn’t really a normal book, but it’s actually a collection of poetry.

“So the poems all flow together, but they aren’t about the exact same thing,” I tried to explain to Jack as I thumbed through the book to show him some examples. He was surprisingly eager to listen to my explanation of what was probably one of my favorite collections of poems. Normally guys don’t really care much about my interests…but maybe Jack is different.

“Okay, and they’re all about milk and honey?” Jack questioned while he processed what I was saying. I let out a hearty laugh at his statement; not because he was way off, but because he actually cared. A smile crept across Jack’s face, “what’s so funny?”

“Milk and Honey is the title, but not really the theme,” I smiled while crossing my legs to lean closer to Jack, already starting to warm to him. “They’re about relationships and healing actually.”

“Oh, that actually sounds pretty good,” Jack mirrored my movements, shuffling closer to me on the bench we were sharing.

“Thanks for caring,” I said softly, shooting Jack a more timid smile. Feeling myself retreat to my meek demeanor.

“You like it, of course I care,” the words slid out of his mouth so naturally. Jack Hughes might actually be different.

We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about anything and everything. Movies, music, food, some horrific stories I had from my time as a bartender. We even got into deeper topics too; what it was like growing up in Toronto for him, why I decided to get my first degree and my second, what it was like growing up with two brothers, my differing thoughts on only having one brother, and of course, hockey. Despite being apprehensive when I first met him, he was quickly knocking down the walls I built around myself to stay safe.

“So I originally wanted the number 6, but someone already had it when I came to the team,” Jack explained to me after we had been spending some time discussing what it was like being drafted and playing his rookie year.

“How did you come up with 86 then?” I asked as the sun glinted on my sunglasses. It had been a long afternoon on the boat, but we didn’t care. Jack spent the whole time talking to me, even ignoring the offers to try out wake-surfing when the guys asked.

“Well Quinn wears 43 so I wanted something that tied me to him,” he smiled softly as he tucked his wavy hair behind his ear. The wind was starting to pick up as he attempted to keep his flow at bay.

“He must mean a lot to you,” my fingers brushed his arm as I instinctively reached for him to offer some form of reassurance. Sparks shot through me like lightning as we touched for the first time. As I glanced down to where we connected, Jack reached forward to tuck the stray hairs that had fallen in my eyes. Warmth went rushing to my cheeks as my eyes darted back to his, he was watching me closely.

Shaking his head, as if he was in a daze, he refocused. “They both do, just don’t tell them that,” he joked, his laughter sent fireworks through my body.

Somehow he could be so serious yet sarcastic at the same time. The conversation with him just flowed, it felt so normal. He felt so normal with me. I never imagined that someone who is considered a rising star in the NHL could be so normal with me. Nothing felt fake or ingenuine, it all felt natural and comfortable. Feeling this way with a guy was a completely foreign feeling for me. Jack Hughes was a completely unexpected addition to my life, but even in the 10 hours I’ve known him it is beyond clear to me that he is someone unexpected that I was meant to meet.

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After a long day out on the water, everyone was happy to get out of the sunshine and back to Nolan’s cabin. Despite being initially hesitant around Jack, we had bonded so much on the boat that we were basically attached at the hip. He even came with me when I stopped by my families’ cabin so I could change into some clothes for the evening. In the 5 minutes we were in the cabin, Jack was practically glued to the wall of family photos. He kept shouting questions to me while I was in my room, “Kira is this you in the Mickey ears?”. He was surprised to find out that I used to be a dancer, knew how to play hockey, and that I have a niece. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I gathered my things, Jack actually seemed passionate about learning more about me. He’s the first guy, probably ever, who has made that effort with me.

Jack and I walked back to Nolan’s cabin hand-in-hand, which captured the stares of our friends. I knew why my friends were surprised, I honestly haven’t shown any interest in another guy since my last breakup. I’m also not usually one for PDA, but there’s something about Jack that pushes me out of my comfort zone. We settled on a giant lawn chair big enough for two around the firepit and got cozy while everyone got ready to roast hotdogs. This was a typical summer night at the lake that I’ve always loved, with the welcome addition of Jack by my side.

As the night carried on, there was a slight chill in the nighttime breeze that sent shivers down my spine as I watched Nolan tend to the fire. Sensing my sudden chill, Jack pulled me into his side as we shared the plaid tattered blanket that was in the bed of Nolan’s truck. My body froze for a second at the sudden closeness of Jack, normally I was not one for any cuddling or closeness to any guy, let alone someone I just met. Yet as I gazed up into Jack’s soothing blue eyes, I relaxed almost instantly into his warmth. Our friends have been giving us both strange looks all day, clearly shocked at our instant connection. Cuddling under a blanket by the fire was sure to raise some eyebrows.

I didn’t care at all though, completely oblivious to the smirks and pointed looks of our friends as Jack and I settled into comfortable conversation while we roasted marshmallows for smores. Talking to Jack was so easy, maybe because I’ve never met a guy this interested in my life before. We spent the evening chatting about college, hockey, family, travel plans, and much more long after the sunset. We were so caught up in each other, we didn’t even notice that most of our friends had trickled inside or out to the dock.

Taking the final gulp of my beer while Jack told me a story about the lake house he was planning to buy with his brother, I finally noticed that Jack and I were alone by the fire as I set the bottle down. Glancing around over my shoulder to see where our friends had gone brought the same realization to Jack’s attention. Silence filled the air between us for a moment, tension buzzing between us like electricity.

“Soo…,” Jack trailed off as a smile graced his lips. “Guess they ditched us,” he smirked as my lips turned up into a smile to match his.

I let out a slightly nervous chuckle while I regained my bearings. Jack made me nervous, but not in a bad way. Not in the way I was uncomfortable with, but in a way that excited me. “Guess so, jerks,” I joked sarcastically. Jack let out a boisterous chuckle that sent fireworks right to my heart. I would love to hear that laugh for the rest of my life. Jack’s laughter didn’t last long as a serious look that I didn’t recognize graced his features.

“Actually, I was hoping to get you alone tonight,” Jack stuttered. He started scratching the back of his neck while fiddling with the ends of his hair. Suddenly I recognized the signs, he was nervous. It was actually quite sweet watching his demeanor shift.

“Oh yeah?” I questioned as I raised an eyebrow, encouraging him to explain himself further.

“Uh yeah,” he nodded for a moment. “Kira, there’s something I want to ask you.” His speech stopped as he waited to gauge my reaction.

“Go on Jack,” I encouraged, reaching for his hand that was resting on my shoulder to give it a squeeze.

With my reassurance, a smile formed on his lips once more. “Well, I was wondering if…” he paused to take a breath and perhaps gain some confidence. “Would you like to go out on a date with me?”

As the words left his lips and the sound met my ears, shock fell upon my face. My mouth went dry as I scrambled to find the words to answer his question. When was the last time someone asked me on a date? How do people usually respond to these questions?

“Shit, I freaked you out. I know we just met…” he trailed off. My shock was obviously spreading to him in the form of insecurity as his eyes dropped from mine. My mind continued to race as I struggled to find the words to convey my feelings on the matter. Oh god, what if he regrets asking me out?

“I’m not freaked out,” the words tumbled from my mouth without thought. Jack’s eyes lifted from my tattered black converse. “Surprised maybe, but not freaked out,” I commented while sending a warm smile his way.

Jack’s smile mirrored mine once more, god he has a beautiful smile. Moment of truth, time to answer a question that might change my life forever. “I would love to go on a date with you,” I let out a shaky breath as relief filled my body once more.

“Really?” Jack beamed.

“Absolutely Jack,” happiness filled my entire body like a tingle as I watched the gorgeous hockey player’s excitement grow.

“It’s not too soon?” He rebounded quickly.

“Jack, not at all,” I let out a breathy chuckle. “Would I say yes to anyone who asked me out on the first day we met?” I paused for a moment as curiosity filled his eyes. “Definitely not, but there's something different about you, Jack Hughes,” I commented as I stared longingly into his eyes.

“There’s something different about you too Kira,” his voice was but a whisper as he leaned closer to me to brush a few stray hairs behind my ear. His eyes darted to my lips before meeting my gaze once again. Before I could nod in silent permission that he could kiss me, Nolan’s deep voice shook me from my thoughts.

“Yo Kira, your car is blocking Jayden in,” Nolan shouted as he approached us from the cabin. My eyes rolled back as Jack dropped his head in defeat. I let out an exasperated sigh, fucking Nolan.

“Okay, I’ll move it,” I called back before smiling softly at Jack once more before throwing the blanket off my lap and pulling myself from the chair. I guess I’ll have to wait for our date for another chance at a kiss.

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A whole 12-hours have passed since my late-night cuddles by the fire with Jack and with that, our first date grew closer. 12-hours felt like an eternity since I last saw Jack, I miss those blue eyes and his smile. Neither Jack nor I wanted to wait long to have our first date, so we planned to have it the very next day. Since I was the resident expert at the lake, I planned our date because I know all the good spots. I also have my family cabin to myself for the week, meaning there won’t be any more interruptions from anyone else, especially Nolan.

As the clock struck 2, I nervously climbed into my hatchback feeling my heart race as I pulled out of the gravel-road makeshift driveway by our cabin. The drive to Nolan’s cabin was short, mere minutes, this didn’t help ease my nerves as I stopped in front of his cabin. Getting out of my car, I rounded the front and leaned against the passenger side to wait for Jack. As I was waiting I started nervously picking my nails, a bad habit I picked up many years before. Pulled from my thoughts as I heard the cabin door swing open, I glanced up and was graced with Jack’s heartstopping smile.

“Hey beautiful,” He smiled as he jogged down the few stairs on the deck and pulled me in for a hug before I could react. Inhaling for a moment as I felt his warmth, my nostrils were met with the soothing smell of his cologne, which could only be described as hot boy cologne.

Recovering from my initial shock, “don’t flatter me, I’m just in comfy clothes,” I retorted. Jack pulled away from our hug, I felt disappointment creep into my bones wanting to pull him closer once more. He eyed me skeptically before glancing down at my outfit; I was sporting lavender leggings with a matching sports bra and a loose white crop top.

“You make comfy clothes look good,” his voice filled with desire as he leaned in once more. He was so close that I could feel his breath dancing across my skin. “You look beautiful,” he whispered before pressing his lips to my cheek and pulling away. My hand shot up to my cheek, skin burning from where his lips once were.

Shaking myself from my momentary trance, I dropped my hand from my warm cheeks. “Well, let’s get going. You’re going to love this hike, it’s my favorite,” I commented as I made my way back to the driver's side to hop back in the car.

“Nice ride,” Jack commented as we were buckling in. Glancing up at him I sent him a warm smile as I started the vehicle before putting it in drive.

“I mean, it’s no Range Rover but it gets me from point a to point b,” I chuckled as we moved away from the cabin. Jack and I chatted comfortably on the short drive to the hiking trail, discussing the lake and its cutesy shops. I was focusing on the road but the few times I glanced over at Jack I caught him staring; he would always look away quickly but I did notice blush creeping up his neck. Maybe he had the first date jitters too.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly the rest of the short drive, I turned into the parking lot by the trail, relieved to see there weren’t any other cars parked. That meant the trail would be quiet, which is perfect for a first date. We both got out of the car as I made my way to the trunk to pull out the small backpack I brought with me. Jack offered to carry it as I reached back into the trunk for the bug spray.

“Did you use bug spray?” I asked softly. Jack scrunched up his face, clearly unhappy to see the repellent.

“No, I hate that stuff,” he mockingly gagged as I shook the can at him. I let out a laugh, my nerves slightly easing at his distaste.

“Well, unless you want to be eaten alive, I would use it,” I commented as I stepped back from him to spray myself down. Once I was done I handed him the can which he reluctantly accepted.

“This is necessary?” he questioned as he hesitated with the spray.

“Welcome to Canada,” I joked as I nodded my head. He sprayed himself with the bug protectant before tossing it back in my trunk. We locked up the car and headed over to the start of the trail just off the parking lot.

“So, you bring a lot of first dates here?” he teased. My cheeks felt flush as I glanced up at the hockey player who was towering over me. After staring into his eyes for a moment I determined that he was joking, we’re still figuring out these quirks about each other.

“Only the ones who are worth it,” I shot back as we started making our way onto the trail. “So my family normally comes on this trail every summer. It’s not super long or uphill but there is a gorgeous lookout point about halfway through,” I explained as Jack and I matched each other's pace. He seemed to enjoy my explanation, listening eagerly when I told him the story of how our family dog jumped into the pond on the side of the trail when she saw a butterfly one year.

“I see why you like this hike,” Jack commented. His voice was a little shaky in a way I didn’t recognize. “Worth it for the bug spray,” he chuckled. I let out a snicker at his clear hatred of bug repellent.

“You lived in Canada before, this can’t be your first experience with bug spray,” I teased. As we continued on the trail I started picking at the hem of my shirt, noticing a few rouge strings pulling away from the material.

“Doesn’t mean I like it, it feels greasy,” he scoffed. I nodded in agreement, he wasn’t wrong. As we rounded a corner venturing deeper into the trees, I stepped over a large tree root.

“Just be careful,” I commented, glancing up at Jack who was staring at me intently. “There are a lot of roots to watch out for…” I trailed off. Just as I was warning Jack about the trail I caught him catching a tree root with his shoe out of the corner of my eye. As Jack started to tumble down I instinctively reached out to grab him with both arms. He gripped my arms tightly as he went down on one knee, his cheeks were red when he met my gaze once more. “Are you okay?”

He took a moment, “Yeah, just my first time walking,” he joked sarcastically. I threw my head back in laughter for a moment before helping him get back on his feet. “Good to hear your laugh,” he smiled as he brushed himself off.

“I did try to warn you,” I feigned, throwing my hands up in mock defense.

“I just meant, you seemed…tense earlier,” he commented as he tried to gently find the words to point out my nerves. Pursing my lips I debated in my head for a moment, do I tell him?

“I’m a bit nervous,” I hesitantly replied, deciding to go with honesty.

Jack let out a long sigh of relief, “So am I, first dates ya know?”

“Oh I know,” I agreed as I felt the tension melt away from my body. Just admitting to the nerves helped relieve them.

“You have nothing to be nervous about Kira,” Jack’s voice was soft as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side as we started to walk again.

“Oh yeah?” I questioned, glancing up at him in uncertainly.

“Yeah, I like you,” he stated matter of factly, so sure of himself. I do love the confidence, he’s not even cocky at all.

“I like you too,” I feel a smile spreading across my face as I glance at the ground making sure we don’t take a repeat tumble. We walked in comfortable silence for a few moments, Jack’s arm still wrapped around me tightly. “So, are you going to hold onto me for the rest of this hike?” I teased.

“I’m not falling again,” he joked sarcastically. I echoed his laughter, feeling bold I wrapped my arm around his lower back as we continued walking. We spent the rest of the hike with our arms wrapped around each other, not caring that doing so slowed down our pace significantly. We just enjoyed being close to each other, it felt comfortable. The silence in the trees was filled with our discussions about our favorite summer memories with our families, he shared a lot about his summers in Michigan and I feel that I grew to know him even more with those stories. Despite being so hesitant yesterday, Jack was easily proving that we could have a normal connection despite his hockey superstardom.

After our hike, we planned to head back to my cabin for dinner. As we parked out front and pulled ourselves from the vehicle an idea crept into my mind. “Still feel greasy from the bug spray?” I questioned as he shut my car door. Nodding his head vigorously he swiped some of the bug spray off his arm as evidence. “You know we could go for a quick swim?” I gestured to the water just off the cabin. My family was lucky enough to have a lakeside cabin with a private dock that I spent most of my summers sitting on.

“I don’t have my swim trunks,” Jack commented hesitantly. I smirked at him for a moment before I started toying with the bottom of my shirt.

“That’s never stopped me before,” I teased before pulling my crop top off and tossing it at the hockey player. Jack’s eyes were wide for a moment as he mentally processed the shock from the shirt hitting him in the chest. He was quiet for a moment as I stared at him, hands on my hips waiting for his response.

“Yeah, I’m in,” he shrugged as a playful smile grew on his lips. We both quickly shed the rest of our clothes before we were left standing with him in his briefs and me in my underwear. Thank the gods that I chose cute underwear today. We both stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, I had to try very hard to not openly gawk at his abs. Damn, he is gorgeous.

After taking in all of his beauty, a sly smile crept onto my face. “Race ya,” I shouted without warning as I took off for the water. Jack chased after me as I shot across the grass and to the wooden dock. I should’ve known he would be faster than me, I thought as he quickly caught up to me. He grabbed me around the waist, lifting me off the ground to spin me around. I couldn’t help the fit of laughter that spread through me as Jack twirled around while I was safely in his arms. “Jack, put me down,” I playfully smacked his shoulder as he carried me towards the edge of the dock.

A mischievous smile crept onto his lips that let me know that it was payback time. “Put you down? Are you sure?” He taunted as he held me over the water. I clung to him tightly as nerves spread through my body. He better not.

“Jacky don’t!” I pleaded as he swung me over the water haphazardly. He was obviously having a good time with this, laughing as I clung to him like a fearful koala bear. “Jacky please!” I begged.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” his voice dripped with sarcasm as he set me down on my two feet. I instantly stepped out of his hold and crossed my arms over my chest, inadvertently pushing my boobs up which caught Jack’s attention. Smirking as I noticed his distraction I quickly shifted all my weight forward and shoved him off the dock; I knew it was deep enough to be safe, having jumped off this dock my whole life.

“Shit!” he cried out as he stumbled backwards into the water, fully submerging beneath the surface. He emerged within seconds, a pouty look forming on his face. “That wasn’t very nice,” he whined. I chuckled, crouching to my knees to lean over the edge of the dock.

“Sorry Jacky,” I mirrored his pout. Before I knew what hit me, he smacked his arms against the water to splash me. Letting out a small scream as the cold water hit my skin, “meany,” I pouted.

“Sorry babe,” he teased but I didn’t care. Hearing the pet name shot butterflies to my heart and maybe elsewhere. He reached his hand out for me, which I naively assumed was to pull him out of the water. Using all of his strength, he pulled me off the dock and into the water as I crashed into him. Pushing my hair out of my eyes and sputtering water as I emerged from the surface, I gave him a playful shove.

“I can’t believe you did that,” I huffed as I sent some water splashing his way.

“I can’t believe you fell for that,” he said between fits of laughter.

“Oh yeah, very funny,” I scoffed as I treaded water. “I thought you liked me,” mock sadness filled my voice.

“Babe, I like you, like a lot,” Jack commented as he swam closer to me, catching me with his arm and pulling me to his firm muscular body. My hands rested on his bare chest as I felt the butterflies once more. There we were staring into each other’s eyes on a beautiful summer day in the water. I couldn’t help but feel this wouldn’t be the last time this happened.

“I like you alot too,” I smiled softly. “But only if you stop splashing me,” I followed up quickly as I traced random shapes on his chest.

“Deal,” he snickered. We spent the better part of an hour swimming around, laughing, inevitably splashing each other more, and drying off in the sun on the dock. Our conversations continued to get deeper as we surpassed the surface level aspects of getting to know each other. He listened intently while I explained why I wanted a career where I could help people. I couldn’t hide my smile as he described having his dreams come true when he was drafted, hockey clearly brought him so much joy. We spent time discussing different sports we loved playing, and even more importantly, the sports teams we loved watching.

Our conversation never died down or got boring, I never want this date to end. After a while, my stomach started to grumble. I decided it was better to get started on supper before I got hangry as I shifted from Jack’s arms and pulled myself to my feet. Offering my hand to him to help him up, “how do you feel about steak?” I asked once he was on his feet towering over me once again.

“Like you might be my dream girl,” he smiled as we wrapped our arms around each other and walked off the dock together.

“Good, I might need your help with the broccoli though. It’s pretty tricky,” I joked sarcastically knowing it would get a rise out of Jack. Jack stopped dead in his tracks, stopping me with him.

“Did Nico tell you about that?” his voice was full of embarrassment. I smiled and leaned into him, wrapping my other arm around his waist as I nodded.

“I think it’s cute though,” I reassured him as he let out a sigh of relief as we stopped to collect our clothes before heading inside.

Once we were back in comfortable dry clothing, we got started on supper. Jack was surprisingly helpful in the kitchen, washing the lettuce and putting together a salad with my guidance. He was incredibly impressed that I could work a grill as well as I could and gave me endless compliments on my steak. Even joking that I needed to come live in Jersey to cook for him during the season. The dinner conversation was comfortable as we chatted about my plans for my final year of school, my tattoos, what it’s like to travel so much in the league, and our surprising shared love for fantasy football. Jack very passionately described all the fantasy leagues he is in while he cleaned up the whole meal. He insisted I sit down while he washed the dishes because I cooked such an amazing meal.

“A man who does chores, you truly know the way to my heart,” I joked as he topped up my glass of wine and started cleaning.

When everything was dried and put away, I felt dread seep through me, not wanting the night to end. I suggested we go sit on the dock to watch the sun set, an opportunity that Jack eagerly jumped on. So we dragged deck chairs down to the dock and comfortably settled in as the sun made way for the stars.

We sat in comfortable silence, my feet dangling in Jack's lap as he traced shapes on my ankles over some of my tattoos. He broke the silence first, “This connection is crazy.”

“Hmm,” I hummed as I tore my gaze away from the sun setting on the water to pay attention to Jack.

“The connection between us,” he reiterated. “I don’t know how you feel, but it feels strong to me,” he commented as his hands stilled on my legs. His gaze was soft, reassuring.

“I feel it too, feels like we’ve known each other way longer,” I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as I leaned back in my chair. “I feel comfortable with you.”

“Me too,” he smiled while giving my leg a little pinch, maybe to reassure me. I have never felt so comfortable with a man this quickly, not in any of my past relationships. It feels like there is this force pulling Jack and I closer, it’s what’s made our connection so strong. This feels so different for me, maybe he’s different from the other guys. I have a feeling he is. “Kira?” Jack’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts as I let out a shaky breath. “You okay?”

Nodding silently, I try to muster up whatever courage I have within myself. “I was nervous today,” I start, Jack nods encouraging me to continue. “I was nervous because…” I pause for a moment and take a deep breath. Jack pulls me from my chair and into his lap, his arms feel like home. “Well, my last relationship ended quite badly. He really hurt me, I think intentionally and it’s just…just hard for me to open up to people,” letting out a shaky sigh as the words tumble out of me. It feels freeing actually, getting all that out, so it isn’t a secret looming over me.

Jack shifts me in his lap so I can meet his eyes, “I don’t know what happened in your last relationship, but Kira, I promise you I will never do anything to intentionally hurt you,” his words pierced my soul as his thumb grazed my cheek. “I can’t guarantee I won’t fuck up sometimes, but I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”

His eyes were locked on mine as I melted into his touch. “I know you will Jacky, I feel comfortable around you,” my voice is small as my eyes break from his and dart to his lips. He seems to pick up on my gesture as he takes my face in his hands.

“Can I kiss you?” Jack asks gently. I bite down on my lip to try to hide my smile as I nod my head. Time stops as Jack leans down to connect his lips to mine, his lips are warm against my own as they move in unison. Jack’s tongue ran across my own as I granted him entrance; he tastes sweet, like the wine we were sharing earlier. Our lips locked for a while before we both pulled away for air, huffing as we did so.

“That was…” I trailed off, resting my forehead against Jack’s.

“Pretty damn amazing,” Jack finished my sentence. We stayed like that for a while, foreheads resting on one another; the sunset in the distance long forgotten.

“You know,” Jack’s voice broke through the comfortable silence. “You got to plan our first date, it was cool to see your favorite spots,” his breath tickled my skin as we remained close.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I smiled as I pecked his lips gently.

“This just means that I need to plan a date where I show you my favorite spots in Michigan,” he smiled as a playful energy danced through his eyes.

“Bold of you to assume there will be a second date,” I teased. Jack threw his head back in laughter, enjoying the playful jokes we were already comfortable sharing.

“If you’ll have me,” he pouted jokingly.

“Oh I guess, if I must,” I mocked, unable to hide my smile.

“If you must,” Jack scoffed as he brought his lips back down to mine. Resuming our passionate makeout session, pulling away a few minutes later we were both panting like teenagers with no stamina.

“Okay, fine. I’ll go on another date with you,” I commented as our lips were still attached.

Jack smirked against my lips, “Good, glad I could convince you.”

“You are very convincing,” I said before pulling him in for more. We spent the rest of the night kissing and cuddling underneath the stars, enjoying each other’s company and growing closer than I ever imagined.

It’s hard to believe this was only our first date, everything is so comfortable between us. Feeling hopeful that there would be another date with the gorgeous hockey player, I can finally smile when thinking about meeting someone when I least expect it. Jack truly came into my life when I didn’t expect it and I hope that he’s here to stay.

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The Finality

Another installment of the Auston Matthews X Friend series, taking place a few months after YN left his barbeque.

Warnings: Swearing, smut - fingering, P in V, cream pies (wrap it kids 😉) 18+

Three months.

That’s how long it’s been since you saw or even spoke to Auston, someone you’ve known for over fifteen years, one of the most important people in your life. Your best friend.

It’s been three months since you spoke to your best friend.

After storming out of his house with your dress inside out and clinging to your damp bathing suit, you didn’t look back. In the weeks that followed, you’ve talked to Kayla, and to Sarah, even messaged with Trevor a little. Trevor told you Auston was a miserable ass the last few weeks he spent in Arizona.

They all told you basically the same thing - get your head out of your ass and admit what you’ve been feeling.

They all assume you are in love with your best friend.

You’re not.

And it’s ridiculous advice. That’s why you are sitting at a table in a dimly lit, high-end pretentious restaurant with Jerome. He is your roommates - boyfriend’s - college friend’s - roommate’s - brother. And his personality is about a lively as the atmosphere in the restaurant.

Maybe he’s not as dreadful as you think, but sitting in complete silence, in a stark white room, sounds more exciting than being at this table. It is the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and most people have already taken off to fly home, the streets even had an eerie emptiness to them. But your lack of enthusiasm has little to do with the mostly empty restaurant, and more to do with the company.

He is your cliché accountant. Or was it investment banker? Account manager? At this point you can’t even remember. The only reason you remember his name is because he has referred to himself in third person at least seven times, while telling you stories that you can only assume were obnoxious and boring. He mentioned the cylinders and torque on his blue Lamborghini within minutes of picking you up, and at that moment you knew tonight would suck. And every time he opens his mouth it just gets worse.

If this date was orchestrated by Kayla or Sarah, you would have thought they purposely picked the most ignorant and self-righteous person known to man. But neither your roommate nor her boyfriend know about what happened in August.

You are barely halfway through dinner, but you just can’t take it. He is just so annoying. Maybe if he let you get more than six words in at a time, or talked about something other than money, cars and Armani you’d be slightly interested in getting to know him more. But if you were to ask him any question about yourself, even something as basic as your hometown, he wouldn’t even be able to tell you the answer, because he never asked.

“Can you excuse me.” Your chair scraps loudly against the wood floor, the sound almost nails on chalkboard, drawing eyes from the small group of patrons. “I just forgot; I have something I have to do.”

Tossing the napkin onto the entrée you barely touched; you reach for your purse and fling the strap over your shoulder. For the first time you see an emotion spread on his face – confusion. His brows are creased, and lips pursed as he watches you.

“Right now?” he blinks, putting his fork down on table. “In the middle of dinner?”

“Yes, it’s very important.” Pulling out your wallet you drop a couple bills on the table, ignoring his objection, and walk out of the door without another word. He might have offered to drive you home, or maybe he was telling you to keep your money, he could have asked when you’d be available to reschedule, or he could have said nothing, you have no idea. You just needed to get away from him.

It’s dark.

There is a crispness to the air, and hazy dark clouds blanket the sky, all indicative of an incoming storm. This time of year in Toronto, it could be rain, it could be snow.

He couldn’t tell you what woke him up at 6am. Felix wasn’t scratching at the door, still curled up beside him on the bed, kicking and whining as he chased the ever-elusive rabbit in his dreams. The halls were quiet, none of his neighbours making a noise. His phone had no new notifications, no missed calls, nothing that could have prompted him walking up almost two hours early when the sun had barely peeked its way through.

But there he is, sitting on the park bench waiting for Felix to pee before he can go back upstairs. He feels a few drops on his hands, saw a few stain the light grey track pants he decided to wear.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, hoping Felix would finish up before the storm really starts.

Once Auston opened the door and shook off the wet bucket hat, Felix was gone. Instantly running away towards the kitchen. Odd behaviour, given his breakfast was handed out at 8am like clockwork.

A loud crack of thunder is followed up by the sound of rain, water trickling down the floor to ceiling windows. Going to make himself coffee, Auston’s heart flips and his stomach tightens seeing a silhouette crouched over in the dark kitchen, petting his dog as if they are welcome in his home. What’s worse is Felix is eager to accept the pets from the trespasser.

“Such a good boy,” the all too familiar voice calls out, and his heart rate begins to settle.

“YN?” Auston flips on the light, his voice sounding as broken as you feel. He doesn’t look okay; in fact, he looks like hell - the bags are darker than his actual eyes and his shoulders are slouching, trying to bear the metaphorical weight that has been holding him down. Rain drips from his dark curls and clings to his forehead, his long sleeve is drenched.

While it’s obvious you’re tired, his first thought was ‘fuck,’ because you look fucking good. The little black dress holds true to its name, ending high on your thighs, the cut in front low displaying a sliver of your breasts - not too much, just enough. Your makeup is light, showcasing your natural beauty, only the light pink cheeks cheeks and slight glow evidence you’re wearing any at all. He hates that you look good, but mostly that this look wasn’t for him.

“Hi,” you breathe out. It wasn’t until you spoke that he finally acknowledged you are real, and not a dream – something he had been having recently. Giving Felix one final scratch behind the ears, you wobble to your feet and stare at him, nervous waves threatening your balance.

“What are you doing here?” his brows furrow and arms cross over his chest.

You’d like to say you thought about it on the drive to the airport, the five-hour flight, while entering the combination to his keypad, the twelve minutes you spent in the dark and empty apartment. But you didn’t think about it once. The reality is, the second you left that restaurant everything is clouded by a heavy fog, and you really don’t know why you are in Toronto when you are supposed to be working in LA in a few hours.

“I had a date," your voice is quiet, as if the full weight will cause everything around to shatter.

“In Toronto?” he tries to disguise it, but you can hear the hurt in his voice.

“In LA,” your response is short, it’s all you can handle right now.

The gentle drizzle grows into a sudden downpour, and Felix curls at your feet, hiding from the crackling thunder and violent gusts of wind that shudder against the windows. “And you came to Toronto to tell me about it?” He hasn’t moved from the doorway; he can’t move from the doorway. “Sounds like something you could have said in a text, but that would involve you acknowledging me.” There is the bitterness he no longer tries to hide.

“It sucked…he sucked.”

“YN, what are you doing here?” he shakes his head frustratedly, not wanting to engage in this any further.

After you abruptly left his house he took a few days, then he sent you a message. Then another, and another, almost one every day. You never replied. He sent you snapchats of Felix, forwarded you memes on Instagram, tried just about everything to contact you, and you never replied. In fact, you would take days or weeks even to open those messages.

Then eighteen days ago he stopped.

He had tried, and now he was done. He couldn’t even lie and say that didn’t hurt, the fact that you turned off the switch to your friendship so effortlessly. But he couldn’t keep trying, because every time he didn’t see your name on his phone, his heart broke a little bit more.

“You kissed me.” It’s a hollow attempt to explain your presence.

“You kissed me back,” he counters.

“You kissed me,” your eyes dart to the floor but he see’s the heat building inside. “You touched me,” you barely manage to whisper the last part out.

“You wanted me to.”

Normally Auston wouldn’t speak on your behalf, but the way your body arched into him, the moans and groans catching in your throat, the tugging on his dampened curls, he has zero doubt you wanted that, wanted him. And he is 100 percent right.

“Nobody has kissed me like that since…made me feel…” you trail off, playing over the dozen dates you have forced yourself on to try and act as a distraction. Some of the guys were nice, funny, handsome, everything you would look for in a potential boyfriend, but they didn’t kiss you the way Auston did. They didn’t fill you with an insatiable desire for more, instead they only caused your heart to ache for the man more than 4000km away.

“Made you feel what?” Auston finally moves from where his feet had been glued, now only inches separate you. So close you can hear his heart beating, and if willing, could touch him.

“Complete,” you barely manage to speak. “Happy.” Your eyes finally meet his, and they are void of usual confidence, and instead are full of a raw vulnerability you have never seen. “They weren’t you.”

Those three words were all he needed to bring you in for a hot, fiery kiss, full of tongue and wandering hands. He reaches down to grab your ass, but this time instead of setting you on the counter he carries you down the hall and drops you on his bed. His sweater and trackpants are gone, leaving his hard chest and muscular body fully on display for you to gawk at. A trail of hair descends down his chest and disappears under the tight black boxers, that slowly tighten as he takes you in.

He wastes no time crawling between your legs and hiking your dress up, bunching the fabric above your hips. Sucking on the thin cloth that covers your core, he moans at the anticipation ready and waiting for him. He can’t even be bothered to slide it down your legs - it will take too long, and you can’t even bother to scold him when you hear fabric ripping and cool air connecting to your pussy lips, erupting chills through your spine.

“Shit YN,” he places a few kitten licks to your entrance, coating his lips in your flavour. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked.”

“Have been since I last saw you,” you gasp when he wraps his lips around your clit and drives two thick fingers inside. A disgusting slurping sound overpowers your moans as Auston fucks his fingers in and out, drenching them in your essence. Your toes curl into the bed, and you fist the duvet, reveling in his touch.

Auston adjusts the speed and depth, playing around while listening to your breathing and moans. Finding the spot that jolts your entire body into his face, he does it again, and again, and again, every time smirking into your heat.

The scruff on his jaw burns the inside of your thighs. The knot in your stomach tightens and threatens to snap. The tears in your eyes build. The curse words being spewed get louder. Tears kiss your cheeks and the headboard rattles against the wall, all while the knot unravels. Pure euphoria floods your veins, and your hips arch further into him, writhing against the touch of your best friend. He slows his fingers ever so slightly to draw out your orgasm, not wanting it to be over.

“Fuck, that was better than I could have imagined,” he grins, licking the mess off his finger. Leaving a trail of featherlight kisses up your body, he nips and sucks, marking you along the way. Stopping at your lips, he places a soft, warm kiss, letting you briefly taste yourself on his tongue, then lets his forehead fall against yours. “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been wanting to do this every single day for the last ten years,” Auston’s voice is soft as a light layer of tears glisten on his pupils.

“Me too,” you breathe, bringing him in for a kiss that starts soft but quickly builds to more.

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” he runs the pad of his thumb over your cheek, feeling the sweat that sticks to your skin.

“Me either, I literally left during dinner and climbed in a cab. Then I was just at the airport, I don’t even have a toothbrush,” you laugh lightly explaining the events of last night.

“We can go shopping,” Auston gently kisses you.

“I only have that dress, I don’t even have underwear,” you murmur faintly against his lips.

“Sorry,” he kisses you to hide the devious grin that threatens to blanket his face. “They were in my way.”

“You’re not sorry,” you whisper, shaking your head lightly.

“I’m not sorry,” he says, kissing you again.

The kiss deepens, your hand runs up his tattooed arm, then back down, his body pulling you closer. His erection begins to harden between your bodies, and your hand snakes down and wraps around it. Giving him a few tugs, encouraging it to grow, he pulls away and whispers a few curse words, then tries to roll you onto your back.

Having already spent time on your back handing control over to him, you push back, grinning when you’re straddling his waist. The goofy boyish smile on his face makes your heart swell, and you line his leaking tip up to your entrance. Taking a second to adjust to the stretch, your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

“Fuck, this is a good view,” his dark eyes sparkle as he breathes you in. His dark hair sticks in every direction on the pillow, some clinging to the beads of sweat on his forehead.

It doesn’t take long for one hand to find your hip and the other moves to your clit. You whimper when he drives slow but deep circles into your aching bundle of nerves, all while his cock grazes the spot that teeters with your release.

“Aus,” it’s a deep, uneasy breath that catches in your throat. The previous two orgasms have you tingling, barely able to contain yourself, but you haven’t had enough of him. Don’t know if you ever will.

Auston wants to thrust up into you, retake control and have you and your perfect breasts bouncing all over his cock. He also recognizes those signs of your impending orgasm, and waits, continuing to do exactly what he had been doing at the same speed as before.

“Cum for me,” Auston pads around your clit again, waiting for the soft moans and curse words to be all that is heard.

“I love you,” you murmur. Tracing the tuft of hair that runs down his abs, you clench around him, letting your release soak his cock. Within seconds of feeling you spasm around him, he is painting the inside of your walls with a sticky white seed. After a few shallow thrusts, his hands ease up, and he lets you fall into the space beside him.

Tears burn when he doesn’t say it back.

Was this just sex for him, a way to release pent up stress, nothing serious? You didn’t exactly talk about anything, once you started kissing you were both naked in minutes. And since getting naked you haven’t left his bed, tangled up in the other.

“Did you mean it?” he whispers, his voice full of hesitation, the answer threatening to ruin everything.

“Of course,” you choke back a sob, “I love you Auston, been in love with you for a while, just took me a bit to figure it out.”

Relief washes over him and is soon replaced by joy. Wide and beaming eyes, a fluttering in his stomach, his heart palpates in his chest. “I love you too YN.” Everything feels right in the world when he says that. “I love you so fucking much.”

The next five days were the best five days. You spent it cuddling, cooking, walking Felix, watching his hockey, kissing – so much kissing. He scored a hattrick and presented you with the puck in the hall. He ignored Will’s teasing and Mitch patting his shoulder, shouting, “it’s about damn time,” as he kissed you after the game. He rejected the offers for post-game drinks and dinner, instead opting to get takeout at his favourite restaurant and barely getting three bites in before kissing you again. You couldn’t your hands off him, and he couldn’t keep his dick out of you. By the time you woke up Friday you couldn’t walk right, but that only encouraged him more.

Then Sunday came. He and Felix lay on the bed, reluctantly watching you fold the couple pairs of trackpants, leggings, sweaters - all the clothes he had bought you – and tuck them neatly into his dresser.

“Stay another day,” a hint of desperation is in his words.

“My boss wasn’t thrilled that I missed Wednesday,” you reply, gently closing the final drawer. Walking over to him, you crawl into the bed beside him, falling into his warm embrace. “I can’t miss another day.”

“Move here,” he isn’t entirely joking.

“You know I can’t,” you whisper. You don’t have a job in Toronto, you also don’t have a visa required to get a job, you have a roommate you can’t exactly leave high and dry, and countless responsibilities waiting for your return. You can’t recklessly abandon your life and move to Toronto, no matter how much you want to.

“Felix will miss you,” the bernadoodle’s ears perk up upon hearing his name, before settling back in for some pets.

“I’m going to miss him too.” Flicking your eyes up to his face, your heart breaks. You’ve never seen so much turmoil before, it’s oozing out of every pore. “And you.”

The kiss is soft but halted by his heavy gulp. “How do we do this?”

“One day at a time,” you offer, gently running your nails through the scruff on his jaw.

Auston just lets go of a defeated sigh, it’s not the answer he wanted. He was hopeful of some wise words, an actual plan, maybe another weekend in which you could visit again. Any sort of inner workings of a schedule.

But this was so unexpected, you didn’t have time to process what was happening until you were standing in his kitchen kissing him. You barely remembered to book a return flight home so caught up with him and the bubble you had built in his bedroom.

There is FaceTime and snapchat, and it worked to fill the void while you were just friends, but you’re not just friends anymore. In normal circumstances the pain wouldn’t faze him, but you are far from normal to him. He finally has the piece he didn’t know he’d lost, and now he has to let it go. It could be a week, could be a month, maybe even more, he has no idea. All he knows is you’re leaving and taking a part of him out that door.

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ANGEL.

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hi guys before i crash have a little recap of my tourdust toronto experience because i will Never forget tonight, my first time seeing fob since my first concert ever nine years ago (!!)

- GINASFS AND WEST COAST SMOKER!! we WON methinks

- four tttyg tracks???? this has probably Been a thing lately but regardless it was. a Great Time for me

- pete magic trick genuinely had me baffled

- SO MANY SURFERS YIPPEE!!!! AND THE PIT (like the actual mosh pit) WAS SUCH A GOOD TIME!!! we had it open for probably a solid two thirds of fob's set!!! during cbts (i've been dreaming about pitting to that song someday for so long!) me and like 20 random folks got arm in arm & did a random kickline thing which we then opened during the bit where it totally picks up w pete near the end! pit also went HARD during bmth (i had a gr8 time in there). all in all i was super pleasantly surprised and had the time of my life w how sceney my crowd experience was

- bmth were INSANELY good. one band i somehow have not seen until now in the nearly nine years i've been listening to them and they completely blew me away. great performance

- oli like, slyly going "i have a question for you" and me in my head just KNOWING he was gonna say can you feel my heart and then him, in fact, doing it was a highlight. also his drown crowd thing is fun. also i found him saying fob were one of the bands he grew up listening to interesting. it's always crazy to me when big bands i've listened to forever also look up to other big bands i've listened to forever.

- stardust project honestly looked beautiful during fake out! shoutout to them

- a fight breaking out and pete and patrick making fun of the prospect of a fight both at a fob show and in canada

- i heard my favorite song EVER (saturday) for the first time in nine years and my first time actually knowing it <3

- patrick rambling about what canada has brought to the world (notably, poutine) after sitting down at his piano

- the dudes all singing the end of srar together

- random list of my favorite performances tonight (besides cbts & saturday): heaven, iowa, srar, disloyal order, arms race, grudge, happy song, die4u, shadow moses, can you feel my heart

- tonight was yet another reminder of how absolutely boundless my love of live music is and i am so very excited i get to do this all over again on friday

#fall out boy #fob #so much for tour dust #fobtoronto #wavernot4love gets 2 the gig

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adrian-paul-botta · 5 months

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Memories of Lillian Gish

As told to Myrtle Gebhart

Motion Picture Classic (Brewster Publications - 1922)

Mary Pickford reminisces about the early days when she first knew the screen’s greatest actress.

“Lillian’s main qualities are her sincerity and loyalty.”

Mary Pickford, sitting there in the golden afternoon beside placid Lake Chatsworth, was opening the book of the past, that I might read the pages of one of most beautiful friendships on record. Years ago Mary and Lillian Gish met, when Mary was six and Lillian a year or two younger, children who labored before their time, knowing poverty, knowing failure. Today they stand, both successful, both women who have won the love and respect of the world. And they are still friends. They have never had a quarrel.

“Yes, I know Lillian is very fond of me, and I treasure her affection.”

“When we were small, Dorothy Lottie and I used to play together with Lillian acting as a sort of Little Lady Mother to us scatter-brained youngsters. She was always correct, always just so. We used to stand and watch her, fearful any moment that she would fly to heaven – for her mother had said she was too angelic to live!”

“Dorothy and I were pals then, but now Lillian and I have more in common. Though, to be sure, Dorothy is much more serious and has a keener brain than she is given credit for – this frivolity of hers I think is a surface coating that hides the real Dorothy.”

“Our first meeting was a casual one, in Detroit, when I was playing ‘The Little Red Schoolhouse,’ a play written by Hal Reid, Wallace Reid’s father. Mother had insisted that I couldn’t go with the show alone, so they had given parts to her and to Lottie. Jack, of course, was a baby. Later, at Toronto, Lillian took my place, playing the role I had created. But it was when we were all in New York that we really became friends. I had been called there to replace Lillian in ‘The Child Wife,’ as she had been offered a better part in another play. My mother had received a lucrative offer to go on the road, one that she couldn’t afford to refuse, so Mrs. Gish offered to take care of us children. Imagine having the three of us to look after, in addition to her own two! She was very patient and lovely to us, making our clothes and washing our ears! One of my happiest memories is of those months at Mrs. Gish’s house in New York. It was my first experience in the big city, and I envied Lillian her aplomb – with Mrs. Gish at one end and Lillian at the other, we would cross the crowded streets: all six of us holding hands for fear one of us would get lost!”

“Yes, Lillian is very remote. Even I who have known her since childhood I admit I am baffled at times. She is very elusive. Often I have an intangible feeling that I haven’t quite grasped her. She is remarkably subtle and fine in sensitiveness of thought.”

“She is so frail to have endured those years of hardships,” I suggested, alternating with Mary in petting Zorro her time-clock dog who howls regularly at quitting time, twelve-thirty and four-thirty every day. “So ethereal. That is the impression she gives every one.”

“And it isn’t so!” Mary exclaimed, a gleam in her hazel eyes. “Lillian is very slim but has an amazing endurance. Mr. Griffith works his people very hard, exacts every particle of self that they have to give to their work. Had Lillian been as frail as she seems, she could never have lived through these nine years of constant, nerve-racking work. In making the ice scenes for ‘Way Down East,’ she had to remain on that cake of ice near the rapids until actually numb.”

For a moment Mary was silent except for the tremulous quivering of her chin-a little way she has when excited. Always tranquil, having schooled herself through the years to absolute control, you can always gauge Mary’s emotions now by that little, almost invisible, quiver of her chin.

“Do you call this hot?” indicating that the sun melting in long, gleaming slants into the blue lake shimmering under its golden haze, the glare washing back from the sides of the high hills in the lap of which the lake is splashed, the perspiring actors resting under the trees. “I remember, in the old days, down in Arizona. We were making a picture for Mr. Griffith. They had to follow us about with umbrellas. It was 110 in the shade and no shade around. We could have fried eggs on the rocks. There were times when I thought I couldn’t endure another moment – until I looked at Lillian, so white and composed and tranquil. And I grew ashamed. She has a way of encouraging people, forcing them to greater effort.”

“Frail looking, yes. Her skin is milk-white, almost translucent, that finely veined kind, delicate as a petal.”

#lillian gish #mary pickford #motion picture classic #1922

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royaletiquette · 5 months

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Name: Rose

Pronouns: she/her

Preferred comms: Whatever, I've never had issues with IM's personally, so I like them. But I know no one else does lol. Discord is cool, especially when we start sending memes and shit to one another.

Name of muse(s): Hibiya and Hibiko. I've had one other muse that didn't last long, I just wanted an excuse to talk about my views and opinions on music lmao. An outlet to express that to a degree, but I just didn't have anything else I wanted to say, no overarching theme or anything.

Experience in RP: Started out the classic way of rp'ing via texts with a friend, where it was like [ "Stop doing that" *laughs* ] as Izaya from Durarara. Not terribly long after I moved to tumblr cause I was already always on it on my personal account and heavy in the durarara community in 2012, 2013, cause I wanted to write as Hibiya. And that was a blast because it started showing on Adult Swim so the anime got more popular and there were just a lot of people and alters to write with.

Stopped and started a few times, but I always wrote Hibiya publically and no one else. I think I barely wrote in 2016 cause the rp side of the fandom was DEAD and I didn't really venture out to find new partners. I had also moved countries so like, wasn't thinking about writing often. Completely stopped thinking about it in 2017 and was writing songs instead. Until after I graduated college and was working fulltime, and after all the lockdowns stopped (Toronto had multiple), I needed a new creative outlet I could work on while not home and kept thinking about Hibiya and Delic and having ideas I wanted to explore. And was very lucky to find my email and password! So now I'm like, I can't imagine leaving tumblr to write somewhere else. Privately I dunno, it's so boring.

Best experiences: It's so nice to have partners that equally gush over one another's muses and relationships, sharing ideas and potential threads and even just being like "lmao if this happened, it'd be over" / "I can't stop thinking about x."

Plus I mean to be honest, it's so, so exciting and nice to hear people excited to write with me and ask about my muses, having genuine curiosity. Asking questions I've never thought of and pushing them to be more developed and fleshed out. I love posting a reply or answering a meme and immediately getting pinged on discord of someone panicking and talking to me about it.

Pet peeves / dealbreakers: Too much ooc is the main reason I end up unfollowing people. Which like, listen, it's not like I outright say, I don't care about you. But if it's too much, even though I like you and your muses and want to write, I'm gonna mute your tag. I'd much rather someone repeatedly be like "I'll be on twitter if you care" or whatever passive-aggressive thing, than have a bunch of posts on my roleplay account that are nothing. Let me ignore it if I want to.

I've complained to the point of adding it to my rules, but I hate mains. And I honestly more and more feel like I'm making the right call in that it's very mean and you shouldn't do it. I understand feeling more drawn to some muns/muses than others, but when a mun is repeatedly answering someone's stuff immediately when you've been waiting for a reply for a month. Yeah, it's a little dog shit. There needs to be an effort to balance it out between partners.

A COUPLE ACTUAL PETTY PET PEEVES. That like, I've rewritten this a bunch of times cause I don't want to be dumb and rude even though it makes me want to be very that. I hate when muns make their muses short and are just weird about it. Like, it's obviously written from the perspective of a person that is average height, who sometimes feels short, so assumes someone shorter than them always feels short. And it's like no one thinks about their height that much, stop it. But this is absolutely me, a person who is the height of all those short muses, being like bruh stop being weird. I also hate when there is an unrealistic weight put to muses. Because it's something most people ignore, so just skip it if you're gonna be dumb about it. If you feel the need to be like, my 5'6" muse 90 pounds, think about how dysfunctional that makes a person. It's beyond the realm of "my muse is skinny." But!! Again! I know this is just me being like "your fictional character is unrealistic." People like to make their muses taller than Shaq and as buff of as wrestler, but also be like "it's natural, they would never track their calories/protein intake."

Muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ): Of course it depends. Hibiya is fun because he's awful at being fluffy, so it's great putting him in those positions where I am also so horribly uncomfortable for him. He's always angsty. It gets a little tiring. Smut is all me though, I just get lost in thinking of the details and then I forget to write any of it and it takes forever. Practice though and I know it'll be more fun. There are at least muses now that Hibi wants to be gross with finally.

Hibiko however, is like, always bordering on fluffy, to the point that she really fights angst. Which in itself is fun because that's where most of her development comes from. Surprisingly, smut will be/is really fun for Hibiko because her walls are down, which isn't the case any other time. She also doesn't have as many preconceptions as Hibiya when it comes to sex, so it's more freeing and open for me to write.

Plot or memes: Memes are more freeing. They can be long winded ideas or just a paragraph, so that's fun. But when it comes to the long run, I need to talk about plots to some extent so we're not running aimlessly.

Long or short replies: Long. Mid, really, but I'd rather it be longer than shorter. I've learned I have a hard time tapping into what my muse is going through if I'm not seeing that in return. But short ones are a very welcomed break when they come along. It's nice to easily poop out a reply without being like oh fuck okay what happens first.

Best time to write: When I'm alone in the morning before anyone wakes up (which isn't the morning but pretend it is). I like sitting in silence and enjoying the nothing going on so I can focus. I like to watch movies by myself, and it'll take twice as long because I'll pause it to write while inspired, and watch another five minutes before pausing to write again. The way god intended, really.

Are you like your muse(s): Kinda. I relate to Hibiya more. I'm more aloof than I think I am and can be a little insensitive towards other people's feelings and my words. Emotions are not my strong suit lmao.

tagged by @sansloii

#it's me i decided to ramble!#ooc;#dash memes #i whine about the height thing but then also I'm like 'lol tiny bitch' to those muses #being short is only embarrassing when you gotta be like #'hello child who is clearly younger than me. i need help grabbing that item from the top shelf' at the store

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if you’re hearing HEAVEN HEARTED by COIN playing, you have to know KAMALA RAJANI (SHE / HER; CIS WOMAN) is near by! the TWENTY-FIVE year old PROFESSIONAL FIGURE SKATER / PART-TIME ICE SKATING INSTRUCTOR has been in denver for, like, FOUR YEARS. they’re known to be quite CAUTIOUS, but being JOVIAL seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble CHARITHRA CHANDRAN. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those FRESHLY PAINTED ( CLEAR ) MANICURES, COUNTING IN YOUR HEAD TO EASE ANXIETY, THE RUSH OF BEING IN FRONT OF A CROWD, THE FEELING IN YOUR STOMACH AS A HUSH FALLS ACROSS THE CROWD vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO DISTRICT long enough!

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full name : kamala avi rajani nickname(s) : n / a birthplace : london, england date of birth : 06 / 23 / 1998 parentage: avi rajani & vidya tiwari cousin(s) : leila tiwari relationship status : single gender identity : cis woman ( she/her ) sexual orientation : bisexual faceclaim : charithra chandran

BACKGROUND:

kamala was born on a cool june morning in london, england. her parents couldn't be more excited to welcome their daughter into this world.

what they weren't expecting was such a busy toddler. they knew toddlers had lots of energy, but never in their wildest dreams did they imagine this was what they had in store for them.

it was often a struggle to get any work done. with one doctor parent and one medical researcher parent, it was hard for them to leave their work at the door and give one hundred percent of their attention to their very needy child.

they quickly turned to searching for extra curriculars. they tried football, gymnastics, and dance. football couldn't keep her attention, but gymnastics and dance held her concentration for a bit longer. she liked copying the moves.

kamala is almost four years old when her father accidentally leaves the winter olympics on their tv and gets her first glimpse at figure skating.

to this day, her father still says leaving that television on is his biggest regret. he's mostly teasing now, but the begging and pleading that followed for MONTHS after was enough to drive anyone crazy.

for her fourth birthday, they finally cave and take her ice skating as a family. her parents are hoping she'll find it too cold, hoping she'll be too scared, even slightly hoping she'll fall once and be done with it. unfortunately for them, this family trip only grew her love for the sport.

she's their only child, and it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to keep her busy for a couple of hours a week.

it only takes a few years for a couple of hours a week to turn into a couple of hours A DAY. her parents get worried-- school was always the main priority. but, even at the age of nine, kamala was determined to balance it all.

when she's eleven, her mother gets a huge research opportunity over in toronto, canada. the family packs up everything and moves. it's a bit scary for kamala to move to a whole new continent, but her cousin leila was suddenly only a three hour flight away instead of a nine hour flight away. they still weren't geographically close, by any means, but kamala finds comfort in the fact that there will be more trips to see her cousin.

with two years of competitions under her belt, she's not worried about finding a new figure skating rink. well, she's only slightly nervous, but more about picking the right one.

she tries out a couple of rinks, just participating in public skates to get a feel for the place. it's the second rink that really sticks with her and she comes back the next week to practice with one of the coaches.

the skate goes well-- it's mostly for kamala to get an understanding of the coach and vice versa. she feels good about it! great, even! but, a woman stops her and her parents on their way out and suddenly kamala feels nervous. this was only her first real skate, what could someone have to say about it?

it turns out to be a proposition -- she's got a son interested in pair skating, and she thinks kamala would be the perfect partner for him.

she had never really considered pair skating before. she'd gotten really good at skating on her own, and she quite enjoyed watching pair skating. logically, it seemed like the next possible step. still, this woman's son was a TOTAL STRANGER and she'd never even seen him skate before. the woman senses some hesitation on kamala's part, and gives her parents her number in case kamala changes her mind.

the whole next week, kamala studies pair skating videos as if her life depends on it. it truly was magical to watch -- an elegance that most people could only dream of. plus, if she ever wanted to go into pair skating, why not now? there was already an interested party, and she wasn't sure that would ever happen again. she was honestly surprised it happened this time. still, could she grow to trust a STRANGER the way these skaters trusted each other? she tells herself they must have been strangers once too and pushes herself to agree to ONE MEETING. a practice skate: to see each others levels, see if they'd mesh well as skaters, and to see if they'd mesh well as people.

the day comes around, and, even though it was her idea, kamala was incredibly nervous. she could barely look her prospective partner in the eye, and she couldn't speak at all until the skating was over. still, it seemed to be a successful skate. or, at least, that's what she thinks by the fact that their parents are basically having a business negotiation as the two are left standing on the ice.

the parents come up with an agreement ( one the children are not privy to until later ) and it all seems to be settled. as long as school still comes first, kamala is allowed to pair skate with her new partner.

as always, kamala was determined to do it all. putting in equal time with school and skating was not very easy, though, and she was sacrificing quite a bit of sleep time. taking quick power naps in the car kind of became her m.o.

somehow, the girl does it all. she graduates with an incredible standing, and has competed in many, many skating competitions. now, she has to make a choice -- pursue a higher education, or continue pursuing the dream she's had since primary school. she knows what her parents prefer, but she just doesn't think she can do it. she's been dreaming of the olympics for a whole decade now, and she wants to focus all of her attention on that.

they practice, and they practice, and they practice. even though kamala wants it, she always doesn't want to fumble it. she doesn't want to be the reason that they don't make the qualifiers, so, instead, she just doesn't get them to the qualifiers.

it's partially nerves, and partially because something is calling her heart elsewhere. she's never had a sibling, but she considers leila to be the closest thing she has to one. every visit they have together after kamala has finished school just makes her heart yearn for more family. she loves her parents, but she loves her cousin too. she's twenty-one when she decides to move, once again, to another country.

it was both easy and hard, moving to denver. it felt so right, being closer to leila. it felt like HOME. but, it meant she had to start figure skating on her own again-- her partner had stayed behind in toronto. kamala would rather skate alone than take the time to rebuild a trust like the one she had with her partner. it was an incredibly difficult transition, but it didn't last long. he visits her just once, and decides this partnership can't end here. he decides to stay in denver, and now kamala can finally say she feels whole.

whenever she can, kamala likes to teach ice skating lessons to both kids and adults-- whoever wishes to learn. it's a way for her to still ENJOY the whimsy of ice skating without stressing herself out.

#chq;intro

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trek-tracks · 2 years

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Heyy. I took a long vacation from Tumblr. But...

Have you watched Strange New Worlds? What do you think of it?

👀👀

Okay, this is going to be a bit of a long one, and there will be spoilers, so anyone who hasn’t watched SNW should probably scroll by.

Overall, I feel quite positively toward SNW. I think the characters are compelling. I’ve always wanted to know more about characters like Uhura and M’Benga, and I love that they are getting a chance to shine; I enjoyed the “fairy tale” episode. I think the cast is lovely. I love the found family aspect, and I’m really enjoying Pike as a character. (One day, I’m still hoping to meet Anson Mount because we graduated from the same tiny grad school department…maybe it’ll happen.) I hope we get more from Ortegas next season (I am, uh…very bi for her, and unexpectedly being in the same room with Melissa Navia two weeks ago was a lot). I enjoy the episodic format with some overarching ideas. I love it when I recognize the Toronto locations masquerading as alien planets.

That being said, for a show called Strange NEW Worlds, I wish it would be more adventurous, relying primarily on exploration and ideas we haven’t seen yet, rather than rehashing things that were supposed to be brand new in TOS, and in doing that making the TOS characters look naive and foolish. Discovery (another show I feel generally positive about) does that, too. Instead of the Mirror Universe being new, everyone’s been there. Instead of tribbles being unstudied, they’ve already been engineered by a Federation scientist.

Basically, my own private joke now is that TOS Kirk just thinks he's the first Federation person to encounter these things, but really it's Starfleet or his crew planting species and phenomena in the universe's version of a sandbox, like you'd bury "treasure" for a child to find, because Kirk just gets so goshdarn cute and excited when he thinks he's made first contact.

Kirk, to Starfleet: Didja see?? I found a species called the GORN! They're new!

Starfleet, sitting down to talks with the Gorn ambassador who's been a Federation envoy for five years: That's great, honey. Put your drawing on the fridge.

Don’t get me wrong — I love fan service, and am as susceptible to it as anyone else. In my mind, though, there’s a way to go about it. Writers of any prequel need to be careful about having the benefit of hindsight and pretending it's foresight. For example, I was initially skeptical of Spock’s arc, thinking that it would leave him far more emotionally developed and different than he was in TOS, and potentially negating his later character arc as something he had already experienced, and in more depth.

However, at the moment I’m trying to trust the writers, because I can see how Spock’s trajectory could easily lead toward him opening up, getting burned (metaphorically, not like in ep. 10), and retreating into a more Vulcan-like aspect for his next ship, having to learn to open himself up again.

I do think that they are focusing too much on Spock right now. I love Spock. I love him a lot. But I want other characters to have more of an existence outside of his periphery. I don’t want to get burnt out on Spock being the focal point of the entire universe. (Luckily, a lot of things Spock seems not to know about in TOS that he finds out about in SNW can be explained by the fact that Spock loves to obfuscate and lie.)

I am, on the other hand, genuinely uncomfortable about what the series has done with the Gorn, not because I’m a TOS purist who wants to have the aesthetic stay exactly the same — I don’t need to see a lizard in a leotard — but because, to me, making the Gorn irredeemably monstrous negates some really important messaging in Arena; maybe the Federation judged too hastily, because we knew nothing about the Gorn. Maybe relentless colonization is an issue, and seeking revenge will just beget a never-ending cycle of revenge. Maybe we should decide to make peace.

Yes, the Gorn in Arena seemed disproportionally cruel and violent, and perhaps they were. However, the point of the episode was that humans have that same capacity in them, as well, and we need to actively choose against violence.

Currently, making the Gorn a previously-known species that is essentially a mindlessly violent Alien chest-burster just doesn’t sit well with me. (Also, with all that, total missed opportunity for Sam Kirk to say something like “At least I didn’t get killed by those parasites” dun dun dun). Maybe the writers think they’re making Kirk’s choice in Arena even more powerful by making the Gorn more alien, but it’s not working for me at the moment.

I was also a little weirded out to see one of the episodes take so liberally from LeGuin’s “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas” without clear credit or even a nod. In one of the subsequent episodes, La’an tries to get out of eating one of Pike’s egg-based breakfasts; I so badly wanted him to say “Come on, don’t be the one who walks away from omelets.” (Yes, that would have been very silly. But it was right there. Well, maybe next season there will be time for Sam to get scared by a…flying pancake, dun dun dun…)

My main philosophy is this: fine to ditch the aesthetics, just keep the progressive ethics. Perfectly happy to see 60’s sexism, for example, get the boot; I just worry when other messages seem regressive. But maybe there is a long game here!

There’s so much out there to explore, and I hope the show can trust that we’re willing to go to those completely new places.

#star trek #star trek snw #snw #strange new worlds #christopher pike #nyota uhura #spock #sam kirk #la'an noonien singh #erica ortegas #gorn #jim kirk #the ones who walk away from omelas #the ones who walk away from omelets #snw spoilers #strange new worlds spoilers #I hope this doesn't seem too negative

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milo-manheim-luver · 2 years

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Fourth of July- Shawn Mendes x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N and Shawn go to Y/N annual Fourth of July party where Shawn gets judged.

Warnings: angst, lots of fluff, cursing, suggestive content. That’s about it lol

“Babe, it will be just fine” Y/N spoke to Shawn, as Shawn’s hand gripped her left thigh as he drove.

“Okay, baby, but like you literally just warned me that your great aunts are judgmental. And you know very well that I hate being judged, especially by people who are related to you. And oh my god your dad is who I’m the most scared to meet. He could fucking shoot me in an instant” Shawn continued to ramble on to his girlfriend of four months.

“My love, he would never shoot you for starters, and secondly, all I said was ‘hey, by the way my great aunts will probably say something about your tattoos’ I also told you only two of my great aunts are mean. Aunt Lucy is the nice one. Oh and please stay clear of my cousins so that they don’t drool all over you” Y/N said as she glanced over to her boyfriend who she’d already fallen head over heels for.

Moments later, Shawn had made a left turn and then a right, straight into the driveway of where they’d be staying for the weekend. Every year for the weekend of the Fourth Y/N family would get together at the inherited family’s mansion, where they’d celebrate.

“Holy fuck. Babe you didn’t tell me we would be staying in a mansion. It’s beautiful” Shawn spoke as he got excited by the old mansion.

“Baby, it’s not that big” she giggled as Shawn parked his white Tesla in the roundabout, pavement driveway.

“Hah, that’s what I said” he smirked just before opening his door to quickly run around and open the passengers side door, to help Y/N out.

“Shawn Peter Raul” Y/N raised her voice just before smacking her boyfriends chest, as a result to his dirty joke. “We’re at my family’s house, so you must watch what you say please” she continued, followed by a few chuckles as they continued to pull out their bags for the weekend.

As Y/N grabbed her bag, Shawn gently took it away from her to carry it. Y/N in response gave Shawn a gentle kiss to one of his rosy cheeks before continuing to lead the way through the backyard fence and through the back door. “Holy shit this is like a maze” Shawn exasperated as they continued to walk around the large house, trying to find Y/N grandparents. “Grandma! Grandpa! How are you guys? I know I’ve been gone in Toronto for awhile, but anyways meet my boyfriend Shawn” Y/N spoke to her grandparents as she clutched her boyfriend’s bicep.

“Well hello there, Shawn” Y/N grandma spoke to the tall, lean Canadian man. “Hello ma’am, he spoke sweetly to his girlfriend’s grandmother as well as shaking her grandfather’s hand.

“You guys can go up to your room. The third one to the left” Y/N grandfather spoke in his deep voice as Shawn and Y/N walked to the foyer, beginning to walk up the large spiral staircase. As soon as they walked into the room that they would be staying in over the weekend Y/N shut the door and locked it before turning around to smirk at her tall, and confused boyfriend.

“Baby why’d you lock the door?” He asked her as he sat on the end of the large king-sized bed, before laying down with a huff escaping his lips as he closed his eyes. “Because my love, I don’t want anyone to walk in on us, duh” she giggled out as Shawn opened one eye, glaring at her.

“Hey now, I’m telling you right now I will not fuck you while we are here. Okay? I can’t afford to have your whole family hear us” Shawn spoke as he grimaced just thinking about your family finding out or even hearing the two of you.

“My love, that wasn’t the plan. I meant we can make out…. Right? Plus I think we can help each other get changed” She asked innocently as she walked over to her boyfriend and straddled his lap, placing both of her hands on his broad chest, causing him to open both of his eyes wide. “Babe, why do you have to be so fucking hot?” He asked in a lower tone. “I didn’t know I was, my love” she spoke as her hands tan up to caress his broad neck before placing her delicate, plump lips onto the singers’.

“Mmmmhm, baby” he started to speak before kissing his girlfriend again. “I really like this idea” he continued again as he broke up their little make out session to speak again, before continuing again. “But you’re gonna give me a boner” he spoke shyly as his cheeks started to turn red. “Uh well.” Y/N smirked as she went back to kissing Shawn. She slowly ran her hands from his face, down to his chest, unbuttoning his white button up. She slowly pushed the shirt off of his muscular shoulders, giving a chaste kiss to his collarbone, causing him to shudder, releasing a sigh. Her small hands started to fumble with his belt as she unbuttoned his light wash jeans, ending the kiss to pull them off of his thick thighs.

“Babe, you between my thighs is a huge turn on if I’m being honest with you” Shawn groaned out to Y/N. Y/N started to make her way up from Shawn’s toned stomach all the way up to his collarbone, almost leaving a mark. “Baby, stop before you leave a mark because then your dad will actually kill me” Shawn chuckled to his girlfriend. “Oh, uh, about that. There’s still a few faint ones from like five days ago” Y/N cringed as she spoke, causing Shawn to freak out.

“Oh my gosh. It’s really the end for me. Your dad is going to murder me. Oh my gosh….” Shawn spoke as he sat up, eyes wide open as he began to worry. “Baby, it will be okay. I promise. They’re hardly noticeable. Now your boner on the other hand is very noticeable” she spoke with a stifled giggle, getting off of her beloved boyfriend’s lap, walking over to her bag. She dug through her bag, finding her tiny bikini she had planned on wearing. Shawn of course had insisted that she wear that specific one because, “it looks so good on you” were his exact words. She started to strip, feeling her tall, lanky boyfriends eyes on her as she got dressed in her bikini, pulling on a halter dress after as a coverup.

“Baby, I’m not sure you should wear those swim trunks” Y/N giggled as she turned around to see Shawn in his short, red and white vertical striped swim trunks. “Why not?! I like them. They’re quite comfy for me, actually” he exasperated, offended. “Because my cousins will start to drool all over you” Y/N huffed out in jealousy. “Oh baby, you know I only want you” Shawn cooed as he hugged his girlfriend, wrapping his large arms around her waist. “At least put a button up on before you swim?” She asked sweetly. “Anything for you, my love” he cooed back, pulling a crème colored button up long sleeve shirt on, undoing a few buttons towards the top. “Now come on, let’s go downstairs. Everyone is here” Y/N stated as she dragged her giant boyfriend out the bedroom door, and down the stairs, eventually ending up outside by the large in-ground pool.

“Oh my gosh! Hi sweetie! How are you?! And who is this?” Y/N great aunt Stacy asked in her sweetest tone, Y/N obviously knew what was next. “I’m good” Y/N chuckled before she spoke again. “This is actually my boyfriend, Shawn” “Is that a tattoo?” She asked, trying to be nice, but failing miserably, as she pointed to his collarbone.

“Uh, yes ma’am it is” Shawn spoke politely, clearly nervous as to what she might say next. He gently put an arm around Y/N waist, for security.

It’s kind of gross, you having a woman’s name on your body” she said disgusted in him.

“It’s actually my little sister’s name” he frowned as he spoke nicely to Y/N great aunt.

“Why does it even matter if he has a tattoo aunt Stacy?” Y/N chimed in, with a very angry glare.

“Come on, my love, let’s go swim” Y/N giggled out, as she thought about how lucky she was to have him as her boyfriend for the rest of her life. They walked over to one of the poolside lounge chairs, sitting their stuff down. Shawn sat down, patting his thigh, indicating Y/N to take a seat on it.

“Hun, I’m so sorry she was mean to you” Y/N cooed out to the brown, curly-headed boy, who she adored so much. “Baby, it’s okay” Shawn chuckled as he leaned his forehead against his girlfriend’s, as their noses touched. “No, you can’t kiss m-“ Y/N was cut off by her boyfriend’s soft lips. “Me” she spoke again as she smacked her boyfriend’s chest, letting out a small giggle.

“No fucking way, is that Y/N with the Shawn Mendes? There’s no way” Y/N cousin, Claire spoke to her sister Lia. “Uh, I think so?” Lia questioned as her sister Claire ran over to her cousin.

“Hey Y/N, there’s no way this is the Shawn Mendes” Claire chirped as Shawn looked her in the eyes, giving her his signature smile. “Hey hunny” Shawn spoke softly to his girlfriend’s cousin.

“Oh my gosh. Y/N how?! Also hiiiiii” Claire spoke excitedly. “I’m good Claire, how about you? Staying out of trouble at school?” Y/N chirped to her baby cousin. “You know it. Also, I hate to be one of those people, especially since you’re at a family event, but do you mind if I get a photo with you?” Claire shyly asked her cousin’s tall boyfriend.

“Of course you can hun” Shawn smiled widely, excited to meet yet another fan of his. Claire handed her phone to Y/N, as Y/N got up off of Shawn’s lap, as her cousin and boyfriend posed together. Shawn had an arm wrapped around her, smiling. Soon after they were done, Y/N went back to sitting on Shawn’s lap, pressing a gentle kiss to his delicate lips.

“Please take your shirt off” Y/N giggled nervously to Shawn who just looked down at her, laughing and obeying her plead. Y/N began to help her giraffe man of a boyfriend with the buttons on his white button-up. Y/N began to brush Shawn’s shirt off of his shoulders, leaving a chaste kiss to a faint love mark she had left there days ago, on his collarbone.

“Baby” Shawn whispered out into her ear before continuing, “stopppp doing that my love” he chuckled into her ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck, gripping the small curls at the nape of his neck, tugging lightly, earning a ever so quiet grunt from him. “But it’s fun to mess with you” Y/N pouted, jutting her bottom lip out. “If I started to mess with you, you’d punish me by having no sex for like a week” Shawn pouted to his girlfriend who still sat in his lap. “That’s because I can’t get embarrassed at a family event for MY family. Duh” she giggled softly, rubbing her hand up and down his large left, bicep. “That’s so not fair though” Shawn pouted up at his girlfriend.

Y/N leaned into Shawn’s ear, and whispered, “let’s go take a swim.” She stood up off of her boyfriend’s lap, pulling her halter dress up over her head, but struggled terribly. “Babe, will you help me?” She questioned to her boyfriend who still sat on the lawn chair. “I don’t know. It’s kinda adorable seeing you struggle. It reminds me of the time we first had sex and you struggled to pull your shirt off” he started to chuckle immensely at the not so long ago memory.

“Shut up and never speak of that again. That was only because I was a little drunk, but so were you so…” she began to pout again until Shawn came over to help her pull her halter dress over her head, only to overhear Y/N other great aunt talking to Y/N mother.

“M/N who and what is that boy well man doing to Y/N?” Y/N great aunt Cindy spoke in disgust at the tall Canadian man.

“Oh you mean Shawn? That’s Y/N new boyfriend!” Y/N mother spoke as she smiled, looking at her daughter who was smiling away, as she got lost in her boyfriend’s hazel eyes. “And it looks like he’s helping her take her dress off? I’m not sure” Y/N’s mom chuckled again, looking at her aunt.

“Really? He has so many tattoos. Does F/N really approve of him? Because I know how much your husband despises tattoos. And he has his ears pierced? Like don’t you two think he’s a little too much of a- oh my goodness. That is so inappropriate…” great aunt Cindy gasped as Shawn had turned just enough for Y/N’s great aunt Cindy to see the faint love marks Y/N had left all along Shawn’s collarbone days before.

“Do you not see those marks on his chest area? There are children here!” Great aunt Cindy exasperated to Y/N’s mother, who was a little shocked as her daughter had always been so innocent until she let her take that one trip for her 21st.

“Aunt Cindy, it’s okay. She’s an adult now. You have to remember that. And as for the question about F/N, he actually, surprisingly likes Shawn. Shawn treats Y/N very well. He’s very kind and down-to-Earth. F/N doesn’t really particularly like his tattoos but him being so good to Y/N makes up for it” M/N spoke smiling to her aunt.

“Baby, I can hear everything your great aunt is saying” Shawn, the pop sensation frowned as Y/N had sat back onto his lap. “Hey, my love, don’t listen to her. She’s always been like this. Even to me” Y/N smiled as she grabbed Shawn’s slightly scruffed cheeks.

“I love and adore you hunny” Shawn smiled as he moved his nose so that it was briskly touching Y/N’s, giving her an Eskimo kiss.

“Come on, let’s get in the hot tub and you can have a corona?” Y/N asked her beloved boyfriend, as he gulped. Walking over to where Y/N’s great aunt Cindy and her mother were sitting in the hot tub, Shawn climbed in, giving Y/N his hand, helping her in, as she took a seat in Shawn’s lap, earning a glare from her great aunt Cindy. Y/N leaned over, opening the cooler next to the in-ground hot tub, pulling out a corona for Shawn.

“Baby, do you want lime in it?” She asked as she turned in his lap to look at him. “Hmm nah. It should be fine. Remember, I’m a real man, who can handle any flavor of liquor. Unlike some people. Cough cough Y/N” he smirked at her, referring to the first time they had met. In response Y/N smacked his chest, causing Shawn to laugh even more as his cheeks began to turn pink, remembering that his girlfriend’s mother and great aunt were right across from them. “May I please have my corona” he whispered into her ear, kissing her cheek lightly. “Fine. Only because I love you” she said, handing him his bottle of corona.

“So, Shawn, I have a few questions for you” great aunt Cindy spoke to the tall Canadian, who looked back at her like a deer in headlights. “Yes, ma’am. What would those questions be?” Shawn smiled nervously at the older lady.

“So how did you two meet?” She asked with a dead straight face, making both Shawn and Y/N gulp. Y/N hadn’t told her family how the two really met. It’s not that easy to say you bumped into a pop star at a bar in Toronto, where you went to celebrate your 21st, spilling beer all over him, to him buying you a round of shots to help you celebrate, which then lead to you losing your virginity to a very skilled Canadian.

Shawn, then turned to look into Y/N’s eyes for a little bit of permission, as she gave him a reassuring smile. “So when she flew out to Toronto, last September, to celebrate her 21st, she went to this bar I liked to go to. But come on we all know how clumsy she can be. She ran into me and spilt beer all over my white button up. Which babe, by the way was my favorite Yves Saint Laurent shirt” he chuckled as he dove his head down briefly to capture just below her jawline. “She then started to cry and tried to dry it up. But then I tried to make her feel better by buying her a round of my personal favorite, tequila. So short answer, I met her at a dope ass bar in Toronto” he smiled, as he gripped both of her hips under the water, pushing her down onto his lap even further than she already was. Y/N let out a small giggle, rubbing her wet hand through his set of brown curls, giving them a little tug. Shawn in response just bit his bottom lip to keep in a groan, before leaning down to whisper into his girlfriend’s ear, “stop that, or else, I won’t play nice.” Y/N then glared up at her boyfriend through her long lashes as if to challenge him.

“baby, do you wanna go get like a gin and coke?” Y/N asked her tall, lanky boyfriend, so she could have a moment alone with him.

“oh uh yeah, sure. uh do you all have whiskey?” he asked shyly, worried her great aunt would make a snarky comment on his alcohol consumption.

“yeah we have whiskey. did you want a small glass of that or did you maybe want me to get you a few shots of tequila or even vodka?” she asked him softly.

“would it be bad if i did both?” he whispered to his girlfriend.

“just a tad bit. i’ll go get you some shots. how about that?” she smiled softly at her boyfriend.

“that sounds lovely. where to?” he asked the woman he was head-over-heels for. He put his hand out for Y/N to take as she climbed off of his lap and out of the in-ground hot tub.

“Just inside, in the kitchen” she smirked down at him as he stood up, walking behind her, eyes planted on her ass as she swayed her hips. ‘Wow she’s really going all in’ he thought to himself.

he quickly caught up to her as his hand snaked down her bare back, landing on her ass, giving it a small squeeze, earning an evil glare from her as they entered the large house, and into the empty kitchen.

“baby, stop doing that” the tall boy spoke in a low tone, as he trapped his beloved girlfriend between his large frame and the countertops. his eyes were now a dark, chocolate brown color, filled with lust.

“why should i? it’s really fun seeing you all flustered” she spoke innocently, which only turned the tall boy on even more.

“babe, i’m so fucking hard right now it’s not even funny” he grunted into her ear, only earning a giggle from her.

“hah that’s exactly what you said to me the night we met” she chuckled lightly.

“if I remember correctly, you spoke first saying how you wanted my dick” he smirked back down to Y/N. Y/N looked down, blushing, as she became even more flustered due to shawn’s member poking her hipbone.

“babe, for starters i didn’t just want it, i got it. also you better think of something gross to get rid of your stupid boner” Y/N chuckled lightly as she turned around, reaching on her tippy toes for the top shelf to grab the alcohol.

“you don’t think it’s stupid when it’s inside of you” he cringed as the words left his mouth, earning a gasp from his girlfriend.

“Shawn Peter Raul!” she yelled at him, turning around to smack his chest as both of their cheeks turned pink.

“What?! it’s true! you know it is!” he defended, raising both hands into the air. Just after he did that, the couple heard a creak in the old wooden floors, meaning someone was coming their way.

“hunny, what are you doing? your father is looking for you” Y/N mother asked as if she hadn’t heard any of the couple’s previous conversations.

“oh ma, i’m just making shawn and i a few drinks” Y/N smiled to her mom as Shawn hid behind her small frame, hiding his prominent erection.

“okay, well your dad wants to see you and shawn and get caught up with his little girl” Y/N mother smiled warmly as Y/N finished making her and her musician of a boyfriend’s drinks.

“okay, we will be right out!” Y/N smiled to her mother as her mom walked out.

“phew, that was a close one” shawn smirked as he dove his face into the crook of Y/N neck, peppering soft kisses, before biting down, causing Y/N to pull away.

“what the fuck shawn?” she growled at him.

“that’s for trying to turn me on earlier” shawn taunted back to Y/N.

“trying? more like succeeding. i love you” Y/N pouted you at her tall boyfriend, as he looked down into her sparkling eyes. “i love you too. i just had to mark what’s mine. i’m sorry i’m so possessive” shawn pouted, looking down at the ground. Y/N cupped his cheek making him look into her eyes.

“well, i think it’s sexy. i like it on you. shows me how much you really love me” Y/N smirked up at her lover.

“wait, did you just say you think my possessiveness is sexy? glad to know i’m doing something right” he smirked down to Y/N, leaning down to plant a loving kiss to her lips.

“come on my dad and mom are waiting” Y/N spoke as the two finished their drinks. “go find my dad, i’ll be right behind you. i just have to go to the bathroom to cover up this love bite on my neck” she teased shawn as he smirked down to her.

Y/N walked to the bathroom, fixing her hair, to cover the bite that was located in the crook of her neck. once she fixed her hair to cover it, she stepped out of the bathroom to find her mother in the kitchen waiting for her.

“hey darling, please don’t be mad at me, but i might have overheard your guys’ conversation earlier. i can’t tell you not to do anything because you are an adult now, but at least tell me you’re safe about everything” her mother spoke with sincerity and worry.

“i had a feeling you heard some of it. i’m really hoping you didn’t hear some parts of it but knowing you, you probably did. i guess it’s better you find out now than in an interview or something. but to answer your question, yes, we are always safe. i promise you. i’d love it if you didn’t tell dad, but you tell him everything” Y/N smiled to her mother.

“i did kinda hear everything. i’m sorry hunny” she cringed but laughed after.

“gross. now my mom knows my sex life” Y/N muttered to herself as her and her mother walked out of the house and the pool lounge chairs.

there, however we’re only three pool lounge chairs. Shawn’s long body lay reclined in one, as Y/N father lounged in the one beside shawn. Y/N mother sat in the third and last one which was on the end next to Y/N father.

“baby, come here. don’t just stand there hun” shawn cooed to his girlfriend as she hesitantly walked over to shawn’s lounger. she slowly climbed onto the lounger, curling up next to shawn’s tanned skin. shawn’s arm instinctively wrapped around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her close to him.

“it’s so nice to finally meet you sir” shawn spoke to Y/N dad. they had already shaken hands before Y/N and her mother joined them.

“as to you” Y/N father spoke politely. However, shawn was certain her father could see the faint love bites all across his upper chest and neck that his girlfriend had left just days prior.

“all i’m gonna say is, please treat her well. she’s my baby girl. you know, the youngest of the two girls” F/N spoke with love.

“of course sir. i really love her. truly. i love waking up to her next to me every time she’s at my condo” shawn smiled at the thought. he remembers the first time he woke up, with her in his arms. it was the next morning after they had met the night before. clothes strung out all over the place. her eyes had fluttered open, making his heart skip a beat.

“oh Y/N is that where you stay when you fly out to toronto?” her father asked her with a chuckle, her smacking her boyfriend’s chest, after muttering a small “wow, thanks.”

“yeah, he always told me to just give him a text when my flight would arrive and he’d always pick me up. he’s the best daddy. trust me when i say i’m the luckiest girl in the world” Y/N smiled shyly, as she dug her nose into her boyfriend’s neck, giggling.

“i’m glad you’ve finally found someone. thank you, shawn, for taking care of my little girl” Y/N father spoke with sincerity to his youngest daughter’s tall, lanky popstar of a boyfriend.

•••••••••••••

“babe, you taking a shower?” Y/N asked her goofy boyfriend. they had just finished dinner and had set off fireworks with her family. they would be spending the night at her family’s inherited mansion and leave in the afternoon the next day and take the long drive back up to toronto from new york.

“yeah. wait, you wanna join?” he smirked down to his girlfriend whom he adored with all his heart. she giggled out, responding, “yes, but, not funny business.”

“aight chief” he whispered into her ear, leaving a small peck behind it.

as they undressed and began to walk into the shower, there was a knock on their bedroom door, causing shawn to groan in frustration; as he wanted a moment alone with his girl.

Y/N walked out, naked, to the door, but not without feeling shawn’s eyes glued to her backside.

“who is it?” she asked out, cringing.

“it’s aunt cindy. some of us are having some champagne and visiting. did you and what’s his name want to join?” she asked out, in a grouchy tone.

“uhhh, let me ask shawn. he might be a bit tired, but i’ll ask. he’s about to take a shower but once he’s done, i’ll come down and let you know” Y/N hollered through the door.

“yeah alright” great aunt cindy hollered back in her cranky voice.

Y/N walked back to the bathroom, as shawn started the shower, checking the temperature to make sure it was perfect for the two of them. they both got into the walk-in shower, as Y/N stared up at shawn through her hooded eyelids.

“hey, hunny, what are you thinking right now?” shawn asked his girlfriend while his hands caressed just above her waist as his back was hit with the water.

“i just hope my dad doesn’t think anything less of me after seeing the love bites all over your chest. like i’m supposed to be his innocent little girl. and i definitely hope he doesn’t hate you for being sexually active with me” she spoke shyly up to her boyfriend.

“how would he know that?” shawn smirked as memories of the other night ran through his head.

“oh yeah, my mom heard your big ass mouth while we were getting drinks earlier today” Y/N sassed back to shawn, causing shawn’s smirk to fade.

“please tell me she didn’t hear everything” he cringed at thought of his girl’s mother hearing intimate details.

“oh she heard everything alright. she even asked if we were safe” Y/N sassed back up to her boyfriend before continuing, “she tells my dad everything”

“hunny, it’ll be okay. stop thinking about it. okay?” he questioned her as his calloused thumbs rubbed circles around her bare sides.

Y/N ran one of her small hands up shawn’s chest, landing on his stubbly left cheek. she gazed into his dark eyes, falling in love all over again like she does every time she gazes into them. “you know i wouldn’t change anything about the night we first met. as a matter of fact it was probably one of if not the best night of my life” Y/N cooed to her popstar of a boyfriend.

“well, that was very random. but thank you hunny. you’re my queen. and i love you with my whole heart. never forget that. now let’s actually shower and cuddle, yeah?” shawn cooed back.

“anything for you. i love you with my whole heart too” Y/N whispered into shawn’s ear, planting a passionate kiss to his lips.

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It was the first official week of summer break, and that meant that natasha and piper could sleep in as long as they want, grab a coffee and lay out on the boat natasha's parent's had at there lake house. The duo were currently in New Hampshire, a place Piper had never been to before. The first day they got there, Piper was in love and could not wait for the summer ahead. Soon her twin August would be making an apperance to the lake, before they would head off to Toronto and Vancouver for the summer.

Piper and August were born in London, on October 12th 2000. There parents moved between Windsor, England and Canada throughout there childhood while being homeschooled most of there lives. Therefore, Canada to the twins is there home and there favorite parts about summer, is that they get to spend there time there. Piper and August are the grandchildren of Queen Victoria, the 3rd. Born to Queen to be- Charlotte, Princess of Kingston and the Ericson, Duke of Kingston. Piper went off originally to Brown university after highschool while Harry went off to Oxford. Piper being the one that can never stay in one place too long, transferred during the second half of Junior year and met her long lost sister, Natasha Pierce a junior as well. The two bonded over things as roomemates in the dorms and kept a rather low profile. Not wanting anything getting back to her grandmother, whom she adored very much.

Piper turned on the bluetooth speaker playing Natasha's "american greats" playlist of her making, showcasing some of her favorite rock classics from the 80's as well as Piper's favorites: the beatles. If anybody came for them, they'd be locked in a tower. Piper yelled for Natasha, "Get your ass over here Nas! I mean it, im gonna leave without you!" She joked, being over dramatic. Natasha flipped her off, and hopped in the boat. "Lest we forget, lake boats and sailboats are two different things, love." Nas said sticking out her tongue and poking fun at Piper's somewhat 'posh' upbringing. The blonde rolled her eyes and looked out towards the lake and saw one other boat ahead. "Keep clear of them, I don't feel like getting harassed again." Piper groaned as she sat down and crossed her legs. "Oh god yeah, and very lady like miss lady." Nas grinned causing the friend to laugh. "Oh god, my grandma would be up the wall if she did see me sitting like this." Piper said texting her brother. "Im so excited for you two meet the twin though. However, he's going to make it clear that he is older than me by five minutes." Piper warned, causing Natasha to playfully shake her head. "He seems like hella fun though!" Natasha pointed out and Piper rolled her eyes- playfully, "You haven't seen me though." She grinned causing her friend to get excited. "Im so excited to see the real you girl! Too bad everybody has to be a snitch." Her friend exclaimed and Piper nodded. Sweet home alabama came on the bluetooth, and Piper immedietly shrieked in excitment. This was one of the songs, she loved. As cheesy as it sounds, she loved it. Piper hopped on couch, and started singing the lyrics with her coffee in hand. "Where the skies are so blue!!! Sweet home Alabama!!!!" Her and Natasha sang, laughing in between the words. The two were passing up the other boat, when Piper got off the couch and went to the edge of the boat to take a quick picture for her brother. "Fucking Wanker!" Piper exclaimed looking at her brothers text, causing the twin to laugh. Natasha started to laugh too, and caught the eyes of the boat she was passing. Four guys were sitting down and one was on the back getting ready to paddle board or something close to it. Maybe surf?

"Princess Piper, english please!" Natasha joked, causing Piper to laugh. "Last I heard it was!" She said coming up closer to her and looked out in front of them. God, this place is gorgeous the blonde thought. She could get used to it here. "Not gonna lie, those guys were cute...." Natasha trailed off, causing the britain to laugh. "Yeah yeah!" She responded walking back towards the couch and taking a quick peek at the boat behin them, who also had the idea of sneaking a peek. A dark haired boy and the blonde caught eachothers eyes, with Piper quickly to look away and out at the sky. She leaned back in the couch, before shutting her eyes.

A few hours later, her and Natasha were docking the boat when they heard the loud shouts of boat next door to them. "They're your neighbors??" The blonde hissed to her best friend, as they walked back down the dock. Natasha shrugged, "Dude, they're never here when im here. So I thought they weren't here." Her friend responded honestly and Piper nodded, wrapping an arm around the girl's shoulders. "Piper! You have a phone call!" Natasha's mom yelled out from the back porch and Piper's eyebrows crinkled. "All I know is that's its a block uk number!" Her mom yelled out as she saw the confusion and Piper took of into a quick jog. "Oh my god its the Queen!" Natasha shrieked, causing the neighbors to look over, catching the tail end of Piper's figure. Piper slipped into the house, and grabbed the phone on the wall. "Grams?" She questioned and was met with the sound of her sweet grandma. "Oh darling! I was afraid, I had called the wrong number and if that was the case I'd send August into the dungeons." Her grandma joked causing the young blonde to giggle. "Oh yes, you might as well send him anyways." She retaliated garnering a laugh from her grandmother. "August said you two will be back in time for my birthday, correct?" Her grandma asked and Piper nodded. "Yes! We will be back the week before, just so we have extra cuddles and cookies." She smiled, thinking about her grandmothers jubilee coming up. "Oh I can't wait!" Her grandmother exclaimed and Piper smiled. Natasha came into the kitchen and smiled, "Hey grandma, I have somebody who wants to say hi." Piper explained, pushing the phone towards Natasha. "Granny! How are ya doing over there?" Natasha playfully asked causing the two royals to laugh out loud. "Your punctality is exqusite." The queen joked, in which Natasha agreed. "Well, Im sure you don't know this but ill be accompanying this blondie for your jubilee because heaven knows her and Harry need a babysitter." Natasha mused, causing Piper to playfully slap her arm. "Oh yes! I am so excited to meet you Miss Natasha, you will make a wonderful addition to the family." The queen spoke and Natasha's heart swooned. Natasha handed the phone back to Piper, and she hung up a few minutes later. "We're gonna need to work on your curtsying...Miss Natasha." Piper grinned as they jogged up the stairs to change.

Later in the evening, Piper and Natasha walked onto the dock after dinner to 'practice' her curtsying. "Can't I just nod like the dudes do?" She questioned the royal and Piper laughed. Her stomach tighened as she did so, earning a much needed heavy laugh. "Shh, they're staring. Just go already!" Natasha hissed, looking between Piper and the boys next store. Who were trying non chalantly to look over between there smore making. "Ok, ok." Piper said putting her hands up in playful defense. "Here." Piper said doing a deep as cursty which Natasha's eyes popped out of her eye sockets. "Wait woah woah, im not that flexible lady." Nas said starting to freak out. "It's fine, do this." Piper said modifying the curtsy. Natasha still looked on with shock. "Can't I just do the nod, please?!" Natasha begged and Piper shook her head playfully. "No, I want you to try." The blonde stated and crossed her arms. Natasha sighed, before trying to curtsy. She almost fell out of it. Piper's hand went straight to her mouth to cover her laugh. "Hey! No laughing! I didn't have 21 years of training for this moment!" Natasha jokingly exclaimed and Piper nodded giving her the floor again. Natasha did another cursty, which was much better than the previous. "How about we send Harry a video for approval??" The blonde grinned pulling out her phone and Natasha lunged for the girl to not take a video. "NO!" She said pulling the phone from the girl's grasp and used her height- only two inches - and put it up high away from the girl. Piper crossed her arms and began to walk off, "Where are you going?" Natasha asked and Piper smirked turning around as she walked back. "Hmmm, gotta go tell Granny to lock you in a tower!" She threw out and slipped inside. Natasha's mouth fell open and began to walk back inside. "Hey! Natasha!" The young girl stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look at the group of boys, and the one that yelled her named. Jack Hughes made his way over towards the brunette and she sighed, crossing her arms. "Yes?" She questioned. "We just wanted to know who she is? Why was she making you curtsy?" He asked peering over her shoulder towards the house, hoping she'd come back outside. Natasha would never lie, she had had a hopeless crush on this boy since they first moved in next store. But he never felt that way, and thus, she was hopelessly pining after him with it going no where. "None of you buisness Hughes." She said about to walk off when Luke walked up. She looked up at the tallest brother and gave him a small smile. He was pissed off, "So you'll show up here but then disappear from school completley? Did you drop?" He asked trying to figure out what happened to her. Piper did.

"Um...." She looked between the two boys and sighed, "Piper... she uh. We just laid low her first semester." Natasha explained, trying to not give away who she was. That didn't help Luke at all, "I promise it was not my intention. Everything just happened." Natasha said in almost a pleading tone. He didn't want to believe her, "If I could tell you I would. All of you. But I can't." Natasha gave them a small smile before walking back into the house. Piper opened the door, and eyed the brothers. One who was giving her the 'eyes', which grossed the girl out. She rolled her eyes, shutting the door. She already knew what they were asking. She wasn't stupid. She just hated, keeping her friend from her life. Even if it meant, there friendship in whole.

Piper sat outside on the dock at 6 am, giving her brother a quick facetime call. He picked up on the second ring with a amusing look. "Hey bro." She said smiling, a genuine smile. "Hi sis, how's lake life?" He questioned sipping his tea. She sighed, pushing some hair behind her ear. "It's uh ok. The guys next store wanna know who I am and confronted Nas about me. One of which she's had a huge crush on for forever and doesn't see her in that way. And the other brother a giant, asked her if she dropped since he hadn't seen her around campus. And like, I feel back Auggie. I feel bad that I intentionally made her lay low this semester." She confessed and he nodded. "I feel like it would be easier if I went to school near you or in Canada and they knew who I was already and the security would be provided." She rambled some more and he nodded. He pushed back some of his dirty blonde hair, "Well for one, Nas loves you and is not in anyway regretful or upset she laid low this semester. She loves you P. Besides, you were never going to be the one who went somewhere the Crown had meaning, it was never you. You always wanted to live in the US. Just look at Harry and Meghan- which reminds me we gotta facetime when I get there, but don't second guess now. You are exactly where you need to be, I promise." He said with sincerity and the girl nodded. "I heard mom and dad are sending security to school for the fall, and I know when I get there in a week, ill have my guy." He explained and she smiled, "Joey!" She scheered. Joey was like an uncle to the two, always there in the thick of things when the twins were together. "He's excited too, but enjoy being alone. You'll miss the freedom." He laughed and she did too. "Okay I gotta go, Grandpa wanted to talk to me. Love you." He said setting down his tea, "Love you too Auggie." She said and they hung up. She set her phone down to the side of her and took in the morning breeze. She knew once her brother got there, things were going to change. He was 3rd in line to the thrown, and has been his whole life. Out of the two twins, he would always be more protected. Just because, in her lifetime, she more than likely wouldn't be Queen. She was the spare, the extra kid, the safety child, so she didn't have as many responsibilites or extra concerns. That was all him.

As a kid, she used to want to be 2nd in line, so he wouldn't have to deal with the pressures. She wanted him to live the normal life and to have genuine happiness. She still would do it, if it was possible. She loved her brother too much, to watch him and have watched him go through what he was gone through. But he loved his country and his grandmother and would be ready when the time came. She heard some ruckus behind her and she turned instantly out of habit, as her anxiety grew. She saw two guys from yesterday walk out of the lake house and she sighed, turning back to the lake. She stood up in her spot, grabbed her phone and walked back towards the house. She felt the eyes of the two dudes as she did so, but she wouldn't give them that satisfaction. "Wait!" She heard a voice and she out of habit, stopped dead in her tracts and turned around slowly. The tall dark haired boy from the boat, was the one who called her. She sighed, as he walked over. "Can I help you?" She asked, wanting to be anywhere but there. "Hey, uh. Im Quinn." He said awkwardly putting his hand out and she stepped back a tiny step. "Uh Piper." She said with a small smile. He dropped his hand in defeat and took in the 5'6 blonde haired girl and was puzzled. Who was this Piper? Why was she and everyone of Natasha's family so secreteive? His mom tried to get info, but Nas' mom would not budge. "Piper! There you are, we've been looking for you." Natasha's mom said saving the girl. The girl gave the boy a small smile, as the mom wrapped an arm around her and pulled her inside. Quinn stood there for a brief moment, before walking back over towards Luke. As soon as Quinn made it over to Luke, the mystery of a girl was no longer a mystery. She was Princess Piper, of Windsor. Somebody he had met in his first nhl season, when her family and a few others of the family came to a game against Toronto. He couldn't believe he'd seen her once again, somehow more closed off and secretive.

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thatrickmcginnis · 8 months

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NEW MODEL ARMY and THE MEKONS, 1986 and 1987

Buying a flash - a Vivitar 285hv, to be precise, purchased at B&H in New York City - made working in dark clubs easier, and in the early years of my career most of my shooting involved bands like New Model Army from Bradford, who I photographed in December of 1986, after they had finally received visas to tour in the US after being previously denied one for having "no artistic merit". I was a fan of their album No Rest for the Wicked, so I interviewed and photographed them for Nerve magazine. Bandleader Justin Sullivan, who had just stopped using the alias "Slade the Leveller" - adopted so he could keep getting unemployment benefits while making money playing music - was thoughtful and sincere, and the band showed a sense of humour that belied their somber image when I pulled out some of the little rubber faces I used in my portrait of director John Waters.

My shoot with New Model Army was done quickly after soundcheck at RPM, the cavernous club on Toronto's waterfront where they were playing, and turned out better than I had expected. My interview with Justin Sullivan, the band's leader, was ultimately less successful: he had been candid and forthright with me, but I did him dirty when I wrote a more than slightly sarcastic piece, mocking him for his admiration of Bruce Springsteen, for instance. (Every young rock critic wants to appear hipper than their subjects, sad to admit.) I didn't think much of it until months later when the paper I wrote for received a letter from the poet and artist Joolz Denby (aka Julianne Mumford), a frequent collaborator of Sullivan's. (He's wearing one of her t-shirts in my photos.) Very graciously she told me that, while Sullivan was unlikely to have admitted it, he was hurt by my tone in the article. She went on to talk about their West Yorkshire hometown in a couple of beautifully descriptive paragraphs as a way of explaining the context of what Sullivan and the band were doing, and by the time I finished reading her letter I felt quite chastened and ashamed of myself.

New Model Army still perform and tour, though drummer Rob Heaton died of cancer in 2004. A film about the band, Between Dog and Wolf: The New Model Army Story, was released in 2014.

Another band I photographed in my early days was The Mekons, shot in the alleyway behind Lee's Palace, one of Toronto's most venerable rock clubs, after I'd finally bought a light stand and umbrella for my Vivitar flash. The band dated back to the first wave of punk in the UK with their proudly inept first single "Never Been in a Riot" (a subtly wry response to the Clash's "White Riot"), but they'd recently reformed playing an idiosyncratic and literate version of country punk with albums like Fear and Whiskey and The Edge of the World. They provided me with an excuse to like country music, and I was excited to photograph them for a story for Nerve magazine. Shooting large bands (any band, really) is always a challenge, and I didn't win them all over at first when I explained that my initial inspiration for the shoot was Chinese and Soviet "socialist realism" heroic propaganda art, filtered through an old photos of their colleagues from Leeds, the Gang of Four, that I'd always loved.

They said they were familiar with the photos - the photographer, Andrew Corrigan, had been an original member of the band, though I didn't know this at the time - but didn't express much enthusiasm for the idea. (Singer and guitarist Jon Langford mumbled something about "not feeling very socialist realist.") Still, they played along for a few frames at least, and I was able to get one workable photo, along with a more conventional shot of the group standing on the metal fire escape behind the club. As I always did back then, I photographed the band live as a backup in case my portraits didn't work out, but thankfully I was able to provide the magazine with at least one passable photo.

Like New Model Army, the Mekons still perform, and were the subject of a 2013 documentary, Revenge of the Mekons.

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Day 5–You’re Dumb (25 Days of Ficmas)

Summary: Reader is pregnant and Shawn is dumb

Warnings: Swear Words

Everyone could agree that there was not a better couple than Shawn and Y/N. Y/N made fun of Shawn’s klutziness while Shawn made fun of Y/N’s inability to cook. So, when Shawn proposed to Y/N, there was no surprise.

Y/N had always wanted to be a December bride. They had gotten engaged in August and arranged their wedding to be set on December second. It was a beautiful snowy day and Y/N looked dropped dead gorgeous. Shawn had sworn to Y/N that he wouldn’t cry when she walked down the aisle, but as soon as he heard ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love with You,’ start to play on the piano, tears fell down his face.

And when Y/N’s dad placed her hand in his he brought it up to his lips and kissed it. “I love you so much baby. I can’t wait to marry you.”

“Then stop talking and let’s get a move on,” she said as she choked back a sob as well.

When they both had said ‘I do,’ they ran out of the chapel and into a horse drawn sleigh. Y/N had always said she wanted the perfect Hallmark ending and Shawn was determined to give it to her.

After their honeymoon, they settled down in Shawn’s condo in Toronto and he decided to take a six month break from making music. Y/N was an up-and-coming author and Shawn wanted to spend as much time with her as he could.

But after only three months of marriage, Y/N had started to notice that she was getting morning sickness. After taking a pregnancy test, she found out they were pregnant. Shawn and Y/N couldn’t have been more excited.

Eventually Shawn had to go back to work, but he would do his best to wrap things up at the studio as fast as he could. He tried to get Y/N her dinner at a decent time. Y/N was fine with making herself ramen noodles or macaroni since she was a terrible cook, but Shawn insisted on making her dinner every night.

Their one-year anniversary was approaching, and they were trying to get their house decorated before Y/N had the baby which was due on the fourth of December. So, Y/N and Shawn had spent the weeks after Halloween leading up to December prepping for a baby and for Christmas.

One of their last items on their list was to get a tree. They decided they were going to go to a tree farm and cut their own one down. They wanted to start their own Christmas traditions. Since it was the first day of December, they thought it was very fitting to go pick a tree.

“You ready to go babe?” He smiled as his very pregnant wife came waddling down the hallway wearing one of his hoodies that used to drown her, but now fit perfectly over her large bump.

“Yep. Let me just put on my shoes.”

“Here, I got it honey. Don’t you dare move a muscle.” He bent down on the ground and picked up one Ugg, lifting her foot into the boot. He repeated the process with the other foot and kissed both her kneecaps gently.

“Thanks Hubbie.” Shawn would always get so flustered when she called him that name, but he couldn’t deny that he loved it.

He helped her into her seat in the car and held her hand the whole ride to the tree farm. He kept stealing glances at her and would kiss her cheek at every red light.

Shawn had been extra lovey dovey since he found out she was pregnant. It seemed that the two hadn’t left their honeymoon phase and probably would never leave it. They were two deeply in love with each other

Y/N hissed as a sharp pain went into her abdominal. Shawn immediately looked over at his wife while she tried to push his chin back towards the windshield, so his eyes were on the road. “I’m fine, it’s just a contraction. It’ll pass in a few seconds.” But it didn’t feel like one of her regular contractions, it felt worse.

“Are you sure? With it being so close to your due date I’m a little nervous about it.” While Shawn had a point, Y/N really wanted to have her Christmas decorating done by the time the baby came. All they had left to do was the tree. She was not going to let this contraction stop that.

“Yea, promise.” She breathed out a sigh of relief when she felt the contraction was over just as Shawn pulled into the parking lot of the tree farm. He rushed over to her side of the door to help her down from his Jeep and placed his arm around her waist to stabilize her. “Thank you honey.” She laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist, interlocking the two together so they walked in sync.

They walked around for a little bit looking for a tree. They seemed to have varying ideas on what they wanted. Shawn wanted a tall and wide tree while Y/N was okay with a smaller one.

“Babe, we have to get it on to your car and through our front door. I’m not sure it could fit if it was that wide,” she would laugh at him.

“But Y/N, look at it. It’s so green and perfect. C’mon, please.”

“Shawn, I’m not even sure that would fit in our house. I don’t even know if the ceiling is that tall. Plus, do you really want your pregnant wife trying to haul that thing into the house.”

“Well, no, but what if I promised to do it all by myself.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him. “If you can cut it down and tie it to the car without assistance, we can get it. But I’m still not too certain about if it’s going to fit.”

“Oh, it’ll fit babe.” He kissed the top of her head as he walked over to an attendant to get a saw and some rope. He came back with a smile on his face and knelt to cut the tree.

Y/N winced as she felt another contraction coming on. It was unusual for them to come this closely together. Her gut told her that she was about to go into labor, but she pushed it aside. Just a few more hours baby. Let me and dad get this tree set up. Then you can come. She thought.

When they finally got home, Y/N stood inside their doorway and tried to guide Shawn the best she could on how to get the tree through the door. Once he finally got it into the living room and stood it up, the top of the tree was bent over because it was too tall. Y/N sent Shawn a glare.

“See? I told you,” She laughed at him and then smiled.

“Hey, you were right. But I still think it’s the perfect tree. It’s unique and special. Plus, how many people can say they have a tree that looks like this?”

She shook her head at him. “You are really, really stupid. Like you’re so dumb.”

He scoffed. “Hey, how dare you insult the person that got you this tree and set it up all by himself.”

“Umm hello. What about the person who is carrying your child.”

“Fine. You won,” He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms, laying his head in the crook of his neck.

She felt a sharp stab and cried out pulling away from Shawn as water splashed on the floor and she felt like she peed her pants. She started to lose her stability, but Shawn caught herand picked her up, laying her down on the couch.

“Oh my gosh! Your water just broke. Ok, breathe Shawn.” He talked to himself and ran to their bedroom as Y/N lay on the couch trying to control her breathing. She was scared as hell to have this baby, but she knew it would be fine with Shawn by her side. He came back into the room with a change of clothes for her and their hospital bags in tow. “Here, let me you get you out of these wet clothes.”

He helped her sit up and take his hoodie off, trading it for one of his jumpers. He pulled off her leggings, replaced her underwear with his boxers (she liked men’s underwear better anyways), and helped her push her legs through a pair of one of his grey sweatpants.

He kissed her sweaty forehead and brushed the hair out her face, pulling it into a bun on the top of her head. “I’m going to clean this water off the floor and call your and my parents. You just lay there and look pretty, alright,” he sent her a soft smile, trying to calm her nerves and his own at the same time.

He went to the linen closet and pulled out an older towel dialing your mom. Your parents lived in California and said they were going to take the soonest available flight that they could. They didn’t know if they would make it on time, but they were going to try.

Shawn’s fingers shook as he cleaned the water from the floor and called his mom. “Hey mom. Y/N’s water just broke. We’re headed to the hospital if you guys want to meet us there…Yea, she’s been having contractions all day…I’m not sure how dilated she is mom, we’re not at the doctor’s yet…ok…will do…love you mom.” He hung up the phone, threw the towel in the laundry and loaded the car with all the things they would need for the hospital.

“Shall we go,” he questioned her. She nodded her head and softly smiled at him. She tried to get up, but Shawn stopped her. “Absolutely not. You are in labor. Let me carry you to the car.”He placed his hand under her knees, and she wrapped her arm around his neck as he carried her to the passenger side of his Range Rover.

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A few hours later, Y/N was laying on a bed in the delivery room, doctors hovering around her. She was covered in sweat and tears and was grasping Shawn’s hand so hard he thought she was going to break it. “Ice chip, Shawn! Ice chip!”

He reached inside of the cup and placed an ice chip in her mouth. “Holy shit! This hurts so bad!”

“You’re almost there Mrs. Mendes. Just a few more pushes and then the head will be out.”

“You’re doing so well baby. I love you. Think of that beautiful baby boy that is going to come out of you. I hope he has your eyes,” he whispered in her ear while popping another ice chip into her mouth.

“Deep breaths Mrs. Mendes. That’s it. Come on. I can see the head. One big push right here and the baby should pop right out.”

She squeezed Shawn’s hand and cried out. But her cry was overpowered by the crying of their newborn baby. “You did it honey. I’m so proud of you.”

“Mr. Mendes, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?”

Shawn looked at his wife to see if it was okay for him to leave her side for a moment and she nodded. Her face was red with the effort it took her, but Shawn thought she looked so beautiful. Shawn cut the cord and the nurses wrapped the baby boy up in a blanket. He walked over to Y/N cradling his baby in his arms and gently laying him down on her chest.

The crying came to a small little whimper as Y/N held her baby. She kissed its head before handing it to the nurse who was waiting to start its first bath and immunizations. “You’ll see him soon mom and dad,” the nurse said taking their baby boy to the nursery.

“You did so well baby. He’s so beautiful. And he does have your eyes.” He kissed his wife’s forehead and wiped her hair from her face.

“We’re going to wheel your wife into a patient room where the rest of your family can visit you guys. We’ll give you a briefing on how to breastfeed the baby and how to hold it. Can we have you just walk alongside us to make it easier to maneuver her around?”

Shawn nodded and followed them as they wheeled her into another room. Soon after, Shawn’s parents and Aaliyah entered the room quietly. Y/N was lying in a bed and Shawn was sitting next to her holding her hand in both of his. He was whispering sweet nothings to her as softly smiled at him. They both turned to look at their visitors.

“How do you feel?” Karen asked.

“Like crap.” They both chuckled. “How did you have both Shawn and Aaliyah. That was hell just having one.”

Karen smiled at her. “I thought I was going to stop at Shawn, but you forget how painful it really is. Don’t worry, once your baby gets a little older, you’ll both be hit by baby fever again.”

“Have you guys gone and seen him in the nursery yet? Is he doing well?” Y/N questioned her in-laws.

“He looks like a healthy beautiful baby. What are you guys planning on naming him,” Aaliyah asked as she walked closer to Y/N.

“We’ve thought of a few names. But I think we’re going to name him Peter, Pete for short. After Shawn’s middle name. Peter Shawn Mendes has a ring to it I think,” Y/N replied smiling at her husband. Karen and Manny smiled at the two,honored that they were keeping the family names.

A nurse entered the room a few minutes later, bringing their baby in with her. “We’re going to teach her how to breastfeed. If you guys could please leave the room to give her some privacy,” the nurse said to Shawn’s family. She placed Peter in Y/N’s arms and helped her pull down the top of her hospital gown.

“Thanks for listening to me Pete. That’s something your daddy struggles with.”

Shawn furrowed his eyebrows at her. “He literally just got born. How is he a better listener than me?”

Y/N smirked at him. “When you were cutting the tree, I knew I was probably going to have Petey in the next day or so. I just kept thinking that we needed to set up the tree first. And literally a few minutes after it was all done, my water broke. Looks like you need to teach your dad some lessons.” She laughed and Shawn rolled his eyes at her as he stroked Peter’s tiny foot with his thumb.

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