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painted-bees · 6 months

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part i

Hitting a cafe during rush hour wasn’t Raf’s definition of a fun idea, and he was well practised in the art of saying ‘no’. Yet, for some reason or another, that skill failed to find him when the wide-eyed little Portasound busker insisted on treating him to a coffee.

The streets outside Granville Station were abuzz with traffic of all kinds. The wide sidewalks were, at least, accommodating to the amount of pedestrians that relied on them during the city’s busiest times of day. The same could not be said for the roads as cars rolled slowly forward, bumper to bumper. Still, the ambience was manageable despite all the bustle. Only the hissing, honking noises of transit bus breaks would coax the occasional wince out of him in their random, unpredictable intervals.

The little Portasound busker, ‘Magritte’, kept up beside him in lock step. She hadn’t stopped talking since they began their walk together and, in honesty, he preferred it that way. She was a disheveled little thing, more than a head shorter than he was. Her manner of dress was as sloppy as the thick bundle of curly, dark red hair that flopped loosely atop her head. Her grey sweater was several sizes too large, covering her to the knees. With sleeves that hung far past her hands if she didn’t scrunch them in her palms. Black leggings were tucked into knock-off ugg boots whose soles had eroded so severely on the outer edge, Raf was concerned she’d roll an ankle if he made her walk too briskly. She smiled so vehemently as she spoke, that her lips rarely closed around consonants, making it difficult to understand her at times.

“–so when my dad was like, ‘you can stay here and work, or you can move out and do your music stuff’, I moved out. That was like…oh–almost three years! I was eighteen. I just turned twenty-one today!” She accompanied that last sentence with a joyful little skip that caused Raf to turn his head and watch her.

“Well, happy birthday.” He exhaled a small laugh. “Vancouver’s an expensive place to live, but house hunting here probably already gave you the full story on that.”

“Rent’s insane,” Magritte echoed his small chuckle. “But the weather’s way more agreeable in the winter, which is what I’m after. And the music scene! I heard there were tons of musicians in Van, and look–I’ve already met two in the first few hours of being here!”

“Oh, you’ll meet more.” The way he said it made it sound more cautioning than he intended and he diffused it with a snort. “Guess the music stuff must have paid off after all, if you can afford a place in the city.”

There was silence between them and Magritte chewed the nail of her forefinger for a moment. “It actually hasn’t, I’m not a professional musician by any means. I’m just really good at finding a lot of short term work and stuff. Sometimes it’s music related, but not often enough to call it a living.”

“Mmh.” Raf glanced down at her. The bounce in her step had vanished and he watched her chew on her lip beneath a knitted brow. With a shrug he said, “You sounded good in the station, all things considered. You stopped, you listened, you came in at appropriate moments, you improvised really well. The pieces I played weren’t really…great for busking…and demanded a lot more than what your little keyboard could reasonably provide, but even your rests were composed and natural. You didn’t drop off abruptly any time the melody brought you past the range of your keys, you played into it.” He smirked. “I’m not gonna lie and say we did a great justice to Paganini today or anything, but I was very surprised by what you were able to pull off. I dunno, seemed like the chops of a professional to me.”

That brought the bounce back into her step, though she continued to chew on her lower lip. Raf was content to see her spirits buoyed at least somewhat by his sentiments. He hadn’t embedded a single white lie into his assessment.

They arrived at the cafe of his choosing; a popular spot, very near to the station, named Caffe Artigiano. The outside seating was full up with patrons, but Raf hoped the inside would be a quieter space to sit anyways. Opening the door, he followed Magritte in. It was busier than he would have liked, but he couldn’t have expected differently, considering the hour. Still, one thing he appreciated about the place was that it did not play music. Only the sound of numerous quiet conversations filled the air. Raf gravitated towards a freshly vacated table in a far corner, and Magritte followed him to it. Her gaze hung on the coffee menu that loomed above the counter.

He waited for Magritte to pick her seat before gently offloading his violin case onto the seat across from her. “I’ll go order. Was it a latte you said you wanted?”

“Actually…” She let out an indecisive little sigh. “A mocha, I think. I want…choco. Oh, but–!” She dropped her duffel bag onto the ground before unzipping a side pouch and pulling out the twenty dollar bill that had found its way into her upturned ball cap at the station. She held it out to him. “With this! Please?”

He hesitated before taking the bill from her. “Yes, ma’am.” There was no point in telling her that the twenty had been his before it became hers. The thought was what mattered.

The line at the counter wasn’t long, despite the busy patronage, and Raf soon returned to their table and evicted his violin case out of the seat across from Magritte. Finding an unused chair from a nearby table, he pulled it up next to him and sat his carrying case on it.

He reached over the table to hand Magritte the change, and she stared at it blankly for a moment before saying, “–Oh!” with a bit of a start. She turned her palm up to receive it.

Magritte stuffed the money back into the pocket of her duffel bag. “So, Question.” She sat back up and looked to Raf. “You say you’re not a professional, but you sound like...you know…Properly trained, or whatever.”

“Mmh.” It was a predictable topic, but not one he wanted to stay on. “Or whatever.” He laughed. “Yeah. Parents pushed it onto me a little too hard. I’ve got the training, but playing it is a chore and I kinda hate it.”

Magritte’s eyes grew wide and rueful and she shrank against the backrest of her chair. “Wait, really?” She covered her face with the sleeves of her sweater and threw her head back with a guilty little groan. “I’m sorry, I made you play so many songs!”

Raf patted the air in front of him in a placating gesture, “No, no. You didn’t make me do anything, relax.” He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I did that to myself. I meant it, though, when I said it was fun. It was the first time in a long while where I actually enjoyed myself once things got going.”

Magritte drew in a deep breath, recollecting herself before tentatively asking, “Enough that you’d wanna do it again sometime?”

A beleaguered laugh escaped him, “No.” He had given her much of his time and energy already, and being asked for more put a bitter taste in his mouth. The arrival of his iced americano and her hot mocha couldn’t have been better timed. As soon as it was placed in front of him, he brought the drink to his lips and took a long sip.

Magritte sheepishly turned her gaze down to admire the little white hearts in the foam of her coffee before she started to drink it. She placed the cup back down but kept both hands curled around it. “Did you enjoy it when you were younger?”

“Music?” Raf shrugged. “I don’t remember. It doesn’t really matter.” His gaze turned down towards her duffel bag as he grasped for a better topic. “Is your main instrument the piano?”

“Yeah! It’s what I had access to, growing up.”

“Who taught you?”

“Oh, I, uh…mostly just the internet and stuff. My parents didn’t wanna waste money on it, and my highschool didn’t have like…a music class or anything. Just choir. None of my friends played music.”

“...You learned online?”

“Well, like…on Myspace and LiveJournal. Lots of people share what they know there, and I made some really good online friends who tried to teach me things. We’d share music with each other and do weekly challenges and stuff. It was fun.”

“So, self-taught, more or less.”

“Mostly. Oh, except–!” Magritte ducked down to unzip the main pocket of her duffel bag and dove her hands into it. She rummaged around until she produced a small mp3 player and earbuds attached by a chord. “There was a year when I was living in Montreal, my girlfriend was a jazz pianist. And then we met other, um…friends who taught me more in that one year than I think I ever learned in my entire life. It was her and a whole lotta horns. They all let me use their instruments and taught me proper technique and stuff. I think they liked watching me stubbornly struggle with it. In the end, I was only able to record one song before I had to, um, move on. But I’m still kinda proud of it. I dunno if you wanna–it’s instrumental and kinda eclectic, but I loved making it.”

In response, Raf extended his hand, and Magritte spent a second scrolling through her library of mp3s before stuffing the little music device and earbuds into his open palm.

She performed an excited little wiggle in her seat as Raf wordlessly placed an earbud into his ear. “Just hit play, and it should be the right song.”

Raf wasn’t sure what he had expected to hear. He was, at least, perfectly comfortable with listening and offering his honest input. He didn’t believe in ‘bad’ music. There was skilled and unskilled music, there was music that fit his tastes and music that really didn’t. But none of it was bad. All music created deserved to be created and allowed to exist–if only for the satisfaction of the musician who produced it. He was prepared to tell her that the best music she could make is the music she enjoyed making, even if it didn’t resonate with his personal tastes. He pressed ‘play’.

What hit his ear was an uptempo half-time funk sound carried on a unison horn line; crystal clear, well mixed, high quality audio. Right from the jump, the sound had a quirky, catching character. He fitted the other earbud into his ear as a sustained note leapt into an energetic, off-beat ska groove. His brow furrowed deeply as he tried to discern the instrumentation. The drum fill might have been digital, but the winds sounded far too dynamic to be synthetic. And there were…three of them; the two horns he couldn’t quite specify, and then a baritone sax. The horns took centre stage, confident and playful, supported by a jaunty walking bassline and synthetic, bubbly organ accompaniment. Despite its G minor key signature, the character of the piece was lively and a little goofy, smart but playful; it was simply–fun. A smile lit across his face as the melody modulated G minor into G Phrygian for the bridge section. The effect was a jesting ooh gonna getcha vibe.

He listened to the end of the song before he began to comment on it. “Very cool. Your jazz friends weren’t sleeping on their music theory classes. I assume the organ is you?”

Magritte shifted nervously in her seat as her thumb smoothed over the handle of her coffee cup in small, repeated strokes. “I borrowed instruments for this one and recorded it in…um, my girlfriend’s parents' house. They had a music room where I was allowed to record things.”

“You borrowed–right. But the horns..?”

“Yeah.”

Raf levelled a measuring stare at her.

“I recorded each instrument separately,” she began explaining, “It’s uh, piano, trumpet, trombone, and–oh! The baritone sax was played by Sadie, one of my, um…jazz friends.” She let out a weak laugh. “And then, like…a bass, I also played. And a synthetic drum fill ‘cus…none of us knew how to actually play drums.”

“You played each instrument? Learned them and recorded this song within the span…of a year?”

“No, just the trumpet and trombone! I already knew piano and bass.” Confusion must have been apparent on Raf’s face, and she tried to address it by saying, “It’s all digitally processed, so it sounds a little more–”

“No, I–I know that.” Raf massaged an eyebrow with one hand. “You’re the songwriter too, I assume?” His tone was a little more sharp than he’d have liked it to be. It betrayed his incredulity.

Magritte picked up her cup and eyed him nervously over the rim as she sipped from it.

“No, I don’t know how.” She sounded embarrassed. “I can’t read or write music. I just sketched a bunch of it out digitally first, and then–”

“Fresh compositions? By ear?”

“Yeah. And then I recreated it with the correct instrumentation.” She chewed on the nail of her thumb. “It works, I think.”

“That’s still songwriting. It counts.” Raf sniffed and leaned back in his seat. “I gotta be honest, and don’t take this the wrong way but…it’s a little hard to believe.”

Magritte’s nervousness dissolved into a flattered grin. “Yeah?”

Raf’s brow twitched downward as he tried to read past her demeanour. He had expected a more sheepish response, if not a more defensive one. His doubt wasn’t intended as a compliment, but if she were being wholly honest with him, perhaps it made sense that she’d take it as one.

He drained the last of his americano. “So, you’re not pursuing this professionally, because..?”

“Oh, I am!” Magritte shrugged and turned her eyes to the upper right corner of the room. “It’s just been kinda…difficult.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” It was a stupid question he already knew the answer to. Music was more easy to find nowadays than ever before, but discoverability still relied on knowing how to promote the work and get the right ears onto it. And, across the entire spectrum of skill, this is what everyone tended to blame for the inability to live off their–

“Money.”

“M–!” The response was so sudden and matter-of-fact in tone, Raf couldn’t stop a bark of surprised laughter from escaping him. He’d have laughed the same way if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over his head.

Magritte slapped her palms down on the table and leaned forward with wide eyes to state her defence. “Instruments are expensive, lessons are expensive, computers are expensive, software and sound libraries are expensive! Everything’s so expensive!” She slumped back in her seat, turning her palms over in an exasperated gesture. “If I could afford to go to school and actually like–learn music, and if I could afford to rent instruments and recording equipment and stuff, I could make more songs! I could upload like…whole albums! I’ve got all these doodles with my shitty midi libraries and they might sound actually good if I could just record them properly! But it’s been like…four years since I left home, and the only properly produced track I have to show for it is that one.” She flopped her hand towards the mp3 player on the table. “So, I just make my little digital doodles, and I come up with tunes that suit the sounds I have access to. I like it. I’m happy I get to make any music at all, but it’s a bit niche, you know? And I have all these other ideas in my head that need like…better, less…synthetic sounds. There are libraries that sound pretty convincing, but all the best ones are…expensive. And vocals are hard to record with the stuff I’ve got.”

Raf held up his hands in effort to placate her. “No, I know, you’re right–money. I just–” It wasn’t a struggle he had ever faced, and he couldn’t help but feel like a bit of a heel over the fact that he hadn’t even considered it as an obstacle to the extent that she was describing it.

“On the other hand,” Magritte’s voice took on a capitulating tone, “With the right skill, I should be able to produce bangers with whatever I’ve got, yeah? And,” she took up her coffee cup in one hand, staring into its contents, “if I was better at saving money, I’d be able to afford those really good sample libraries just fine, probably. I just like my sweet foamy lattes too much.” She sighed a little laugh at herself.

Raf let out a low groan of disagreement, but didn’t elaborate on it. “I kinda…want to listen to those ‘digital doodles’ you mentioned.” If nothing else, it’d give him an idea of how much input her jazz friends had over the composition of the song he heard. If the obvious compositional prowess flexed in that fun-loving jazzy ska piece were completely absent in her little sketches, he wouldn’t chalk it up to being just a fluke.

Drawing in a deep breath and holding it, Margritte reached for the mp3 player and scrolled through its contents before handing it to Raf. “You can just skip through these as you like. It’s all a little–” She wrinkled her nose and let out a grunt in place of any real adjective.

With an affirming little snort of his own, Raf took the little music player and put the earbuds into his ears once more. He pressed play, and immediately understood what she meant. The synthetic instrumentation was wholly lacking in dynamics, and the musical ideas present in the melodies begged for more colourful phrasing. As he skipped from one song to the next, he grew more frustrated. The compositional writing was good. Consistent with the first song he had heard, Magritte seemed to really love playing with eccentric progressions and modulations that were unconventional for the mood or emotion that the song was attempting to capture. And ever present in each little composition was this boundless sense of joy. But god, the instrumentation (or rather, the lack thereof) really, really held it all back.

As he listened, his lips pressed into a thin line. Finally, with a low groan that betrayed his thoughts, he took out the earbuds and handed the music player back. “Yeah, that sucks.” The end of that statement stuck in his throat as he sputtered to clarify, “Not the music–”

“Yes, the music.” Magritte’s giggle was one of genuine affirmation as she tucked the mp3 player away into her duffle bag.

“No,” Raf argued, “your toolset. There’s a lot of skill here, but the cheap synthy sounds aren’t doing it any favours. You went absolutely ham on those horns in the first song, and I don’t hear any of that in these sketches because it’s just not possible. There’s a lot of energy that is just…missing. Even watching you play at the station, yeah your keyboard suffers the same limitations, but at least in person I noticed you’ll even make use of like…the percussion of your fingers hitting the keys, which, you know…is dynamic.”

As he spoke, Magritte retained a smile and provided small nods before asking, “You like it, then?”

Raf leaned back, folded his arms and chewed on the question for a second before replying, “Yeah. I do. A lot.”

A lot.

There was a corner of his mind that begged him to get back home to his apartment and try out the melodies with an instrument that could do it proper justice. Jesus Christ, this actually makes me want to play the violin.

The realisation made his lip curl with a feeling in his gut that he couldn’t quite identify. “You know…”

Magritte, taking the last remaining sips of her latte, turned her eyes up at him with a little “Hm?”

There was a pause while Raf wrestled with himself. “I, uh…work at a recording studio not too far from here. Just down on uh…Powell Street.” He felt his jaw clench. There was no good reason for him to tell strangers about where he worked. There was no possible good outcome in doing so. Mentioning it felt too much like an open invitation for her to pop in at any time, for no good reason at all except to make things uncomfortable. “It’s called Hi-Note, and it’s got like…a pretty standard assortment of instruments to rent out and such. It closes early.” He wasn’t looking at her. Brow furrowed, he stared at the ice melting in his otherwise empty glass. “Swing by tomorrow night, after eight, and maybe we can jam for like..half an hour or something before I head home.”

He didn’t glance up to see her expression, but her voice was slow to rise to his ears. “..Wait, really?”

No. “Yeah.” What the fuck? “Really.” Unable to unfurrow his brow, he managed to at least turn his gaze towards her. Her eyes were so large on that petite face of hers, and her lips parted slightly, muscles tense with the anticipation of some kind of catch or condition. Or, perhaps she had picked up on his apprehension and was waiting for him to revoke the offer. For some reason, the idea of doing so suddenly felt…unconscionable to him.

In a small voice, she said, “I’d really like that.” The restraint of her response was belied by the way she wiggled in her chair. Beneath the table, her leg wagged restlessly like an excited dog’s tail. “Eight o’clock?”

“Mmhm.” Raf felt some of the tension in his browline relax as a slight smile passed his lips. “Let's see if we can revisit some of those tunes you have. Just–for fun. No recording, nothing serious.”

It seemed that Magritte could never keep a smile off her face for long, and once again, that broad, delighted grin of hers painted her features. “Yeah, yeah! I’d like that a lot!”

“Alright then.” Raf knocked his knuckles twice on the table like a gavel, before standing up.

As he reached to retrieve his violin case off the chair next to him, Magritte pressed her fingertips to her temples. “Hi-Note, eight o’clock.”

Raf favoured her with a lopsided smirk. “Don’t forget.”

“I won’t. I’ll see you there!”

He provided her with an affirmative little wave, but by the time she had realised he was taking his leave, Raf was already halfway to the door.

He heard her call out to him, “Thank you for the–um–everything!”

Looking back to her, Raf returned the sentiment with an appreciative nod before pushing through the cafe doors; exiting onto the busy sidewalk outside.

He wanted to get home before sundown…

To play his violin.

#Hi-Note #I'm not a very good writer I don't paint very well with words haha but this is at least one way to get the scenes outta my head!#rafael #magritte

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fiapartridge · 3 months

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quinn x oona | how they met pt. 1! 🚙🌃✨

author's note: this is like kinda how they met??? like when they first saw each other, but they haven't learned each other's names yet, you know???? anyways hope u enjoy their little universe! send in asks for this au!

Who has a party at 2:56 AM on a Tuesday in the middle of February? Stupid ass people, that’s who, and Oona was ready to blast a hole through the wall that connected her living room to the apartment beside it. Honest to God, the only thing that was stopping her from going full-on Hulk on that piece of thin fiber cement was, well, the landlord and her roommate, Grace Castellan (Gracie to everyone who knows her, and ‘that one talkative white girl’ to everyone who didn’t).

Oona met Gracie in her first year at NYU. They were in their Intro to Theatre Studies class when Gracie talked up the ear of anyone in a 10-mile radius of her, and the only person who didn’t mind and actually enjoyed Gracie’s endless tangent of how blackholes are somehow exactly like the Kardashians’ reality show, was Oona. They sat next to each other for the rest of the semester, and once they graduated college, they decided to move back to their home city of Vancouver, Canada where, coincidentally, they both were from, using this time to audition for roles and hopefully land themselves a part that will guarantee them a ticket to Hollywood, or at least a ticket back to New York (rent is hard to manage there when you’re living off of small commercial roles and hand modeling gigs).

As Oona sat on her living room couch, a snoring Gracie and her long pajama-covered (they have unicorns on them) legs were limp across Oona as she tried to push her tired limbs off and slip towards the door without making a peep. But, much to Oona’s sheer luck (she isn’t a very lucky girl), a peep was made and there Gracie was, sitting up in so much alarm you would think that an intruder just busted through the door and screamed at her to put her hands up.

“I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING! OONA HAS MONEY STORED IN HER UNDERWEAR DRAWER! PLEASE DON’T KILL US!” Gracie screamed, still half-asleep and disoriented.

Oona groaned, lightly slapping Gracie’s cheek. “No one’s here, you psycho. I’m just getting up to go somewhere.”

Gracie peeled her eyes open, brushing her messy hair with the tips of her pink-and-white-painted fingernails. “Where are you going at,” she took a moment to check the Apple watch on her wrist. “2:56 AM?”

Oona walked closer to the door, slipping on a pair of Uggs and tying her hair into a messy bun, pulling out strands to frame her face correctly. “Do you not hear that? They’re louder than your brother was at that time we went to the mall and he was screaming at you to buy him that ugly RC car.”

Gracie shivered. “I’ve gotten a lot of weird looks in my lifetime, but those 40 year old women in the toy aisle of Sears? I still get chills.”

“See? Now I’m going to go over there and make them wish they never even moved here.”

Gracie rolled her eyes. “No way. The last time you said something like that, you ended up being the one apologizing. You’re the biggest pushover I have ever met.”

Oona scoffed. “Am not! I just—”

“Want everyone to like you,” Gracie interrupted. She was right. Gracie was always right when it came to Oona, but Oona would never admit that. She was a people pleaser, but who was that hurting? If she said yes to everything and if she was nice to everyone, then no one was sad and no one got what they didn’t want. Well, except for Oona.

Sighing, she said, “I’m just gonna go talk to them. Maybe they’ll come to their senses.”

Gracie laughed, tilting her head back slightly. “Yeah, right. I saw them on the elevator last week; they’re hockey douchebags to the max.”

“They can’t be that bad.”

“They’re having a party at almost 3 AM, if you combined every player on that team, they would probably make up one brain cell, and I can smell the beer from here, but yeah, sure they’re great people.”

“Fine, fine,” Oona huffed. “But I’m still gonna talk to them. Maybe they’ll change,” she smiled, a too optimistic smile for a dire-looking situation. Because who ever heard of a hockey player changing his ways? No one, that’s who.

Opening the door, Oona walked the small five steps over to the neighboring apartment. She knocked once, twice, three times, even. Nothing. The blaring music must’ve drowned out her pounding knocks. Just as she was about to go in for a fourth, the door opened and her body quickly went with it.

“Woah there,” a voice echoed through her ears, holding her body up as his hands softly gripped her arms. She stumbled back, landing on her two feet and managing to stay vertical despite the embarrassment rushing through her cheeks and the small little voice in her brain telling her to get the hell out of there immediately.

The man standing in front of her was tall, taller than anyone she knew, and he had short blonde hair and the clearest green eyes she had ever seen. He had an accent that she wasn’t too familiar with. German maybe? Or possibly Swedish?

“Um, do you live here?” she asked, tapping her nails against the metal frame of the door. And looking beyond the tall Swedish man, she could tell that it wasn’t much of a party, but a hangout. More tall men were lingering in the living room, beers in hand and potato chips spilled on every counter. On the center island in the kitchen lay an abandoned plate of celery and carrots, most likely a tribute to their strict hockey diets that apparently no one was following.

He shook his head.

“Okay,” she talked slowly. “Um, do you know who lives here?”

“Yep.”

Breathing deeply, Oona tapped her fingers a bit harsher against the doorframe, still maintaining a gentle smile on her (now) slightly red face. “Can you bring them here? I need to talk to…whoever it is.”

Nodding, he turned around, cupping his mouth with his large hands and yelling, “Huggy!” before waving him over to where they stood at the entryway.

Huggy? Oona chuckled at the nickname. Who nicknames a ferocious hockey player Huggy?

But as the shorter boy moved through, somehow, still energetic bodies and met the two at the door, Oona felt something crawl around her stomach and make the fading red of her cheeks come back in harsher hues. His hair was a chestnut color and it looked soft and smooth, like you could run your hands through it a million times and it still wouldn’t be enough. He wore a gray hoodie and black jeans, his hands in his pockets as he smiled politely at the blushing girl.

“Can I help you?”

Her mouth ran dry as she licked her lips. She tucked the thin strands of black hair behind her ear and proceeded (or tried to proceed). “It’s 3 AM and I’m trying to sleep,” Oona said, hoping he would take the hint and quiet down a bit.

He scoffed, smirking with his cute lips and his cute hair and his cute gray hoodie that looks so soft you just want to wrap your cold body in it. And it probably smells good, too. It probably smells like his scent in the mornings, woodsy yet fresh like white linen sheets and candles that would make you think he has a woman living with him, but nope. That’s just him. But Oona’s just guessing. Not to make things weird or anything. She’s totally not dreaming about what her handsome neighbor’s hoodie smells like because that would be weird—haha. Totally weird.

He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over themselves, and while he wasn’t as tall as the man that initially opened the door, he made Oona feel just as small. His smile was infectious, but not in a big ‘bring it in, let’s hug way,’ but in a more sultry way. Like you can feel a rollercoaster rumbling in your stomach despite him not saying a single word.

“Are you?” he asked.

She laughed at that because there was no way that he was serious. It didn’t even sound like a question, God it sounded like…like flirting? But that wasn’t even the bizarre thing, no the bizarre thing was that somehow made Oona 10 times angrier. Why was he flirting with her? Does he think that she’ll just fall into his trap and let it all slide? Does he think that she’s just a stupid girl that he can get to do anything he says? Because that’s not Oona Hashimoto. Not in the slightest. And if he wants to play that game, then fine.

Let’s play that game.

She stepped closer, her hand landing on his bicep as he stuttered for a moment. Like he was on high alert all of a sudden. His eyes wandered down to her hand, and then he relaxed because she was falling right into the palm of his hand, so he thought. She raised her head, staring him right in his deep green eyes. She pouted a bit, changing her whole demeanor. Because they’re playing the same game here. It’s just a matter of who will crack first.

“Please?” she asked, gazing up at him with brown doe eyes. “I won’t say a word after tonight. Just do this one thing? Please?”

He sighed, straightening up and causing her hand to fall off his bicep. “As much as I’d love to do that,” he grinned. “I don’t want to.”

Her brows furrowed, her doe eyes turning into burning rage, and lips turning from a pout to a pissed off frown. “What do you mean you ‘don’t want to?’”

He shrugged. “Exactly that. Goodnight,” he smiled before placing his hand on the door and slowly shutting it before Oona held it open, scoffing.

“No, you don’t get to be an asshole and then just shut the door on me. All I’m asking is for you to just turn down the music!”

“Yeah, well it sounds like the person being loud is you,” he pointed. Bending down to Oona’s level, he whispered, “You’re shouting.”

“You are insufferable, you know that?”

“Yeah, you said it a couple of times. Can I go now or do you want to keep going?”

Oona crossed her arms, fury burning through her veins as she watched him smile as if he did nothing wrong. As if he was enjoying this. “Go to hell.”

“See ya there, neighbor.”

#quinn x oona au! ★#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes imagines #vancouver canucks

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toasttt11 · 5 months

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meeting charlotte

Quinn pushed the stroller towards his car he was renting for a few days, the airport very bare and quiet from quarantine. Quinn having waited three months since the birth of charlotte till he could fly to michigan where his family was all quarantined together at the lake house.

Quinn having chosen to stay in Vancouver when covid started as he was waiting for his daughter to be born.

He unlocked the car clipping the bottom of the car seat onto the backseat and slipped Charlotte car seat from the stroller and onto the bottom connection, He leaned pressing a gentle kiss to his sleepy baby’s head before turning and folding the stroller down and opening the trunk of the car. He slid in the stroller and the two suitcases.

Quinn walked to the drivers seat sliding in throwing his backpack and Charlotte’s diaper back on the passnger seat before connecting his phone starting his playlist before starting the car and getting on the road to the lake house.

 The car ride was peaceful the only sound in the car, the low volume of the music before Quinn pulled up into the long driveway and shutting off the car. He grabbed the diaper bag putting it over his shoulder as he hopped out of the drives sets walking to the back door and opening to seeing his precious daughter eyes just fluttering open having fallen asleep during the last hour of their flight.

“Hey Charlie girl, you ready to meet your family?” Quinn gently cooed down to his daughter unblocking her from her cat seat and picking her up, Charlotte rested her head on his chest making a sound after he finished talking. “Yeah let’s go meet these crazy people.”

It’s been three months since she was born and quarantine was a little more open where he could fly home so his family could finally meet their newest member, and where they could finally learn her whole name, Quinn wanting to wait for them to know the middle name till they met her.

Quinn walked up to the front door knowing he had a key but knocked, its was barely a minute before he heard a pair of footsteps rushing to the door and it opening revealing Luke, his baby brother who’s grown so much in the last few months of not seeing each other.

Luke gasped when he saw her and slowly started smiling, Charlotte peeked her eyes up from her fathers chest seeing her uncle for the first time she titled her head putting her hands towards him, Luke looked at Quinn for permission who just smiled.

Luke gently put his hands under her arms gently holding Charlotte close to him, “Hi, I’m your uncle luke.” Charlotte smiled up at him putting her hands on his cheeks making Luke laugh.

Quinn wacthed with a fond look glad his daughter was already comfortable with her uncle. Something he’s been worried about for a little while.

Ellen, Jim and Jack saw the door opened and quickly walked over knowing Quinn and Charlotte was coming.

Ellen gasped in delight being her hands to face seeing her granddaughter for the first time, She slowly brought out a hand brushing her cheek making Charlotte turn her head towards Ellen, “Aren’t you just the most beautiful thing ever.” Ellen cooed at her first grandchild who was watching her grandmother in her uncle luke’s arms.

Jack peaked over Luke’s shoulder catching Charlotte’s attention, He smiled down at his niece who was watching him curiously, She slowly reached her tiny hand up towards Jack and brought her finger towards his nose and booping Jack’s nose making Jack scrunch his nose and that made Charlotte throw her little head back giggling and she clapped her hands together.

Jack slowly chuckled watching Charlotte reached her hand out against towards his nose and booping it again and laughing again.

Quinn smiled seeing Charlotte so happy with their family and glad to see she is comfortable.

Luke saw Jack still watching Charlotte laugh and turned around reluctantly handing Charlotte to him, Jack smiled gently holding Charlotte he turned around with her in his arms and letting his Dad see her.

Jim brushed a hand over her already bright blonde hair and little curls smiling at his granddaughter getting a smile in response from her.

Ellen saw the fond and lovingly look on her eldest son’s face and walked over pulling her son into a tight, “You done well Quinny.” Ellen whisperer to her son pulling back cupping his face.

“Thank you Mom.” Quinn smiled glad his mom thinks that.

“Alright i think that Miss Charlotte needs to see all her presents.” Ellen grinned turning around to look at Charlotte who peaked up at her grandmother.

“Mom you didn’t have-“ Quinn fondly shook his head.

Ellen tsked cutting him off, “Nonsense Quinny.” Ellen walked over and gently took Charlotte from Jack and started walking to the living room letting the boys say hello to Quinn.

Ellen waked into the living room seeing all the presents they wrapped, a lot of the stuff Ellen thought would be a good idea to have at the Lake house and not have to fly with it everytime but then a lot of toys and stuff animals as well and of course lots of and lots of clothes.

Jack, Jim and Quinn walked into the living room gaining Charlotte attention and she instantly did an adorable little screech looking up at Quinn.

“What Charlie girl.” Quinn grinned towards his daughter knowing that’s the sound she makes when she wants him. He walked over taking his daughter from his mother’s arms.

Charlotte made a satisfied hmph sound and leaning her cheek against her dad’s chest. Quinn kissed the top of her head and gently swayed with her.

Ellen proudly smiled watching her son become such an amazing father and doing it all alone as well.

Luke came walking back into the room with his hands behind his back, he walked towards Charlotte and got her attention and moving his hands from behind his back and shaking her a grey soft shark, Charlotte eyes seem to light up and her hands made grabby motions towards the shark, Luke smiled watching her grab the shark and cuddle with it against Quinn’s chest.

“Thank you Moose, she loves it.” Quinn smiled clapping his not so little, little brother on the shoulder.

Jack smiled hopping onto the couch next to his parents, “So Quinny when do we get to know her full name?”

Quinn turned towards them, “It’s Charlotte Ej Lucia Jacklyn Hughes.” He smiled seeing the various emotions go through all four of them.

“Ha! Told you Jack is a good name!” Jack smugly grinned having told Quinn since he found out about Quinn getting someone pregnant that Quinn should name them Jack, but truthfully he was happy to know Quinn cared to choose a name similar to his for his niece.

“Ej?” Jim raised an eye brow having an idea whats its for.

“Yeah for you and Mom.” Quinn explained seeing the mist in his mom’s eyes, he smiled slightly towards her making her nod in return.

“Lucia is a pretty awesome name.” Luke grinned looking down at his niece who was watching him while she cuddled her shark.

Quinn sat on the couch holding his baby with Luke sitting next to him, Ellen got up grabbing some presents and setting them next to Quinn and Charlotte. Quinn sent his mom a smile before picking a present up and holding it towards Charlotte who was looking it at and then looked at Quinn, Quinn smiled down at her nodding towards the box.

Ellen wrapped most the presents very light so Charlotte could easily pull the paper off.

Charlotte opened the first one making her happy screeching sound at the sight of a mini stick, Quinn chuckled, “You love your sticks huh?” Quinn having bought a mini stick before she was even born and she’s obbessed with it.

“She’s a Hughes.” Jack smiled glad that she already loves something with hockey, of course he would support her if she wanted to do something else but he hopes she love hockey like how their whole family does.

Quinn picked up the next box, holding it for her to open, revealing a whole box of clothes that he knew his mother bought.

Quinn looked towards his mom who gave him an innocent shrug, “What it’s about time i get a girl in this family.”

Quinn just smiled before grabbing another box and they continued to do this for awhile just seeing all the toys, stuffed animal, clothes anything that they had all picked out for Charlotte.

“Thank you really.” Quinn looked at his family in appreciation, He looked down at Charlotte who was holding Luke’s hand and her shark, “Charlie girl how do we say thank you?” Quinn knowing she is only making babbles and not words yet but is very smart and great at understanding things, She looked up at her father before leaning over and kissing Luke’s cheek. Quinn then smiled standing up being her to Jack letting Charlotte lean down kiss Jack cheek, making Jack smiled and gently boop her nose.

Quinn then brought her to his dad and she leaned down to kiss her grandfather on the cheek as well. Quinn then turned slightly letting her see his mom and Charlotte lean down and kiss her grandmothers cheek as well.

“Aren’t you just the sweetest.” Ellen smiled at her granddaughter.

“She is.” Quinn proudly smiled kissing the top his Charlie’s head before looking down at her noticing her hands moving and seeing her look at him and making a fist, something he started doing early on when she was hungry so she could tell him, “Are you hungry sweet girl.” Quinn looked down at her in question getting another little fist in a response.

Quinn walked to the couch he was at before where he set the diaper bag and pulled out her bottle that he filled up with water after she ate last, and quickly opened the formula and put a in two scoops in as she had a long nap after her last feed and is probably pretty hungry. He shook the bottle up making sure to keep swaying know Charlotte is little fussy because she’s hungry and swaying will keep her calm before she starts crying.

Quinn grabbed a burp cloth and sat on the couch back next to Luke who was watching Quinn curiously, “You want to feed her?” Quinn asked his littlest brother.

Luke nodded quickly looking excited, Quinn smiled gently handing her to Luke, who was a naturally holding his niece especially having only held a baby once before. Quinn gave him the bottle and Luke gently gave it Charlotte who quickly started drinking it.

“Good job.” Quinn smiled seeing his brother be a natural at feeding Charlotte Quinn set the burp cloth on Charlotte’s stomach, “She might be messy so you can use that to clean it up.”

Luke nodded but didn’t take his eyes off his niece making sure he’s still doing it right.

Jack walked over sitting on the floor in front of Luke resting his head on Quinn’s leg wacthing his niece.

Ellen took a picture of her boys and girl, leaning into Jim sharing a smile with him watching their family.

#charlottehughesau #ch86 #jack hughes x reader #nhl x reader #jack hughes #jh86 #luke hughes #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #nico hischier x reader #qh43 #lh43

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Question: Think back to the first time that you took a road trip unscripted, without your parents, without the school, where were you going, what were you doing, and what happened?

Jensen: I dunno if it was the first time, but I do remember a trip that I took with my buddies. This would have been - we were pretty young, and we rented one of those RVs, the rent-able RVs? Yeah, don't recommend. And packed, like, I dunno, five or six of us in that thing and drove from here all the way to Texas and then up to Arkansas for my buddy's wedding that was happening, and then all the way back through the desert. It was - there were things that probably happened that should not have - certainly illegal. At one point we, it was late at night and people were falling asleep and we were like, 'Hey, that looks like a good field, let's go have a firework war.' We had a whole - we had saw this - stopped along the road there was a fireworks stand, so we bought just way too many fireworks. We pull over to the side of the road, it's night. We send half the guys like fifty yards away and the other half of the guys are on this side. And we started just shooting roman candles at each other and bottle rockets, like, firing them at each other. And then like one of these was like where you shoot it and then it lands, and then it explodes? It was like we were just trying to kill each other for fun. For fun. We had a guy Teen Wolf the top of it? Like driving down the road, he climbed out the, he took off the vent thing and climbed out the hole and was just like [mimes hanging on and waving]. That's not okay. That's -

JDM: That guy was Jensen. Whenever we use the term [finger quotes] that guy? [points to himself, then Jensen, laughing]

Jensen: Asking for a friend. [JDM cracks up]

JDM: I remember my first, I don't know why I remember this so well, but I remember moving to LA and we drove. My friend Billy Burke, who was on that show Fire Country, yeah, and Charlie Swan in the whatever those vampire movies - Twilight, that's it. So he had a hearse.

Jensen: What?

JDM: No joke. He was in a band called Billy Black and something, but you know, he liked dead stuff. And so he drove, that was his car, was a hearse. And we drove this hearse from Seattle to Los Angeles. And - I mean, we didn't have a firework wars, but I think there was people like riding on top of the hearse and shit. But I do remember it really well, and I remember it just because Billy and I both are still standing today and kinda had a career, so yay. That was a good move.

Jensen: Jared and I used to, uh, road trip every year up to Vancouver for the - before we hit the season. So we would, we would - he would hop in his truck and I would hop in mine, and we would take off, you know, a week before filming started. And we'd drive all the way up, you know take the five and take -

JDM: You'd just follow each other? Walkie talkies?

Jensen: Yeah, walkie talkies. Yeah, you know, we'd be cruising along and - what a great way to, you know, bond.

JDM: Hey, let's pull over and have a firework war! [Jensen cracks up]

Jensen: No, it was like, 'I could go for a little beef jerky, some sunflower seeds'. Which is just road trip necessities. And so we did that for, gosh, like several, several seasons. Probably five years in a row we would drive up and then at the end of the season, we would drive our trucks back. And then I think by that time we had just enough coin we could leave our trucks there over the summer -

JDM: There you go.

Jensen: and fly home and have a new car, so.

JDM: That's smart.

Jensen: Yeah yeah yeah.

JDM: It's okay on the way there, on the way home, though, it's like, 'Ohh, this is a long drive'.

Jensen: It's a long drive!

JDM: I need to get home!

Jensen: Well, no, it was just the end of the season, so we were like, "Woohoo leaving it in the dust, been there for nine months, time to get back to life!' But those were -

JDM: Was that from Texas, or when -

Jensen: No, that was when we were in LA. First few years.

#burcon 2024 #jensen & jeff gold panel #long post

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 3 months

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high infidelity | twenty one

"I rent a place on Cornelia Street", I say casually in the car. We were a fresh page on the desk, filling in the blanks as we go. As if the street lights pointed in an arrowhead leading us home

*Ellie's POV* A few days later…

I was finally back up in Vancouver and with Liam, I missed him so much and being with him gave me a sense of stability. Tyler put the house up for sale and it sold on the same day which was incredibly lucky but very normal for Vancouver real estate. Liam and I have just been staying with my dad for the time being, which my dad enjoyed. Danielle even found me a condo and I was getting ready to move into it already. I had to admit this transition period in my life was going a lot easier than I expected. I had such an incredible support system that made it even better.

“I can’t believe this place is mine.” I mused as I walked around my new home. It was right in the heart of Vancouver, bright open layout, lots of windows, a large patio, and even better it had three bedrooms so Liam could have his own space and I could still have a guest room. Danielle looked over at me at smiled, “It’s all yours babe, time for a fresh start.” “Absolutely.” I mused, still not believing I was finally out of that house and didn’t have to walk on eggshells. I could decorate it the way I wanted, adopt a cat if I wanted, put my Christmas tree up early without someone bitching in my ear. Hell I could drink wine and dance around naked if I wanted to. “When does the furniture arrive?” “Tomorrow.” I had taken some of my money from the house selling to get new furniture, cause I wanted nothing from the house in here besides Liams room. Danielle and I were gonna mirror it to his old room to help him with the transition. “It was nice of them to leave this couch.” “This couch is fucking sick.” Danielle agreed, it was a giant cloud couch that almost wrapped around the whole living room. I couldn’t wait to have Noah and the guys up here to hang out and have family dinners or even football Sunday’s with them. I went to check on Liam, but as soon as I did my phone buzzed, it was a text from Noah. “Special delivery at your front door.” I raised my eyebrow and walked towards the door. My footsteps felt heavy the closer I got, I checked the peephole, but he wasn’t on the other side of the door. Filled with confusion I swung the door open and saw a giant bouquet of ivory roses. My heart skipped a beat, they were my favourite. How did he know?

I grabbed my phone and face-timed Noah, he answered and saw me with the flowers,“Congratulations on your new home baby.”

I blushed as I stared at the screen, he was sitting in his home studio as his favourite Naruto hoodie hugged his body. “Thank you these are gorgeous.” “I thought you deserved a house warming gift.” “I’ll never say no to flowers. Are you happy to be home?” I replied as I sat down on the floor in my empty bedroom, completely consumed by Noah’s voice. Funny how a few short years ago I found comfort in his voice on Twitch and now he’s FaceTiming me daily, it was something out of a teenage dream. “I am.” He replied as he scanned his room. “It’s just missing something.” Rolling my eyes, already knowing the answer, “hmm, what could that be?” “You, obviously.” His smile faded and turned into a small pout, “I miss you so much, Ellie.” My heart sunk as it hit me that he really wasn’t here with me, but he was in another country. At least we were in the same timezone but it still wasn’t enough. “I miss you too, Noah.” “I actually have a question for you.” He started. “We upgraded to a bigger venue tomorrow and the remaining tickets sold out quickly so we added a second show the night after. I was wondering, if you’re able, do you want to come down for the second show?” “I’d love to Noah.” A smile appearing on my face, “I want to see what your life is like down there. Only thing is, I’d have to fly down the day of the show. Liam goes back to his dad’s tomorrow after dinner.” He smiles at me through the screen, “Works for me.” “I can’t wait to see you.” I stopped myself, every cell in my body wanted me to tell him I loved him. I wanted to tell him, but over the phone just didn’t seem right. “I can’t wait to see you either.” He was cut off by his doorbell ringing. “What are your plans tonight?” “Inhale this ramen that just arrived and watch more Demon Slayer.” His dark eyes burned a whole into my heart as he looked at me, “Isn’t your boyfriend so exciting?” “Very.” I chuckled. “I can’t wait to see you.” “Once this tour’s over I’m coming up to stay with you with no interruptions okay? I gotta go though, Jesse might steal my food.” He replied, referring to his roommate Jesse Cash, who was also in a band called Erra. Noah started to walk out his room and I could hear him yelling at Jesse to not go to the door. Jesse told him to get fucked and went anyway. “Goodnight babe.” I hung up and I just sat there, feeling tears in my eyes. How can I have so much going for me but I feel deflated? I didn’t want to feel like this. I didn’t want to be this attached to him this fast but he made it impossible, especially with how he’s been so devoted to me. This felt like the cruelest way to fall in love, but I knew it was something I would have get used to with his career. “Mama?” I looked up, Liam walked into the room and towards the flowers. I smiled at him as I wiped the tears from my eyes, he caught me and walked over to me. It amazed me that even at his age he felt my sadness and wanted to make me feel better. He crawled onto my lap and hugged me, putting his head on my shoulder. I held him close to me as I felt more tears escaped my eyes. It can only get easier from here…right?

#fanfic #bad omens #noah sebastian

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equallyshaw · 2 years

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ʙᴏʏ - Qᴜɪɴɴ ʜᴜɢʜᴇꜱ. ᴘᴛ 3.

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Piper stared at the ceiling in her private suite at the Carlyle Hotel in New York city, down the hall from her brother, Natasha and Eric. The four had landed around 2 am private jet after spending a week in Manhattan Beach. Which meant now, there summer in the States was winding down. They'd be spending three days here and then off to Toronto and potentially Vancouver to see some of there family friends. Piper heard a knock before her door opened, revealing Joey and a tray of breakfast. "You read my mind, Joe." She mused, sitting up and pulling the sheets to her covered chest. He smiled, making sure everything was good before walking and giving her a playful salute. She hopped off the bed and quickly jogged to the closet, throwing the door open and smiling at the sight in front of her. Quinn Hughes discheveled on the floor, on his phone, with the most incredible bed head. He looked up at her and caught her smile, "What are you smiling at at this ungodly hour?" he mused getting up and stepping towards her, pushing some hair behind her ear, whilst staring into her eyes. She giggled softly, as he leaned in and pulled her in by the waist as he kissed her. She melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him in as close as possible. They broke apart, blushing likes fools. "Well theres this guy that hurriedly ran in here when somebodies brother mentioned Joey would be stopping by with breakfast." She joked looking down at his bare chest, softly rubbing it with her index finger. "Hmm, some guy huh?" He said with delight in his eye. She nodded looking up, "Hmm. He can't seem to get a brush through his hair though. Got any tips?" She said playfully pushing some of his hair out of his eyes. "Ohh, cheeky girl." He said picking her up and jogging over to the bed and throwing her down gently.

She grinned, as he laid down next to her. "Hi there." She said leaning in and giving him a quick peck. He grinned, throwing the comforter over them.

Two hours later, after many cups of coffee and croissants. Natasha, Piper, August, Eric and Quinn made there way out of the hotel and went for some more coffee before heading over to some sightseeing places the twins had always wanted to go. "You're saying that all the times you've been here, you've never gone to central park?" Eric asked as they all got there coffee and the twins nodded. "Our parents would go for like early morning runs sometimes but we never got to go." August explained, taking ahold of Natasha's hand. She smiled up at him, "Also, I wanna do the Roosevelt Island air ferry or whatever it's called." Piper added. Quinn got quiet and tense, which Piper took notice of quickly. "You okay?" She questioned looking up at the boy. He nodded, but she didn't take that answer. "Are you afraid of heights?" She asked and he hesitantly nodded. She softly smiled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He looked down at her, giving her a confused but cute look. "Its fine. We don't have to do it." She smiled, pulling him along to get back with the other three.

"We do need to be at the hotel soon, though guys." Piper explained a few hours later, as they were finishing up a later lunch. The twins were needed to be ready to leave at around 6 pm in order to get to the exhibit on time with the Sussex's. They could not be a minute late. "Dude, there is not way were gonna get back on time." August explained. The group were all the way on the other side of time and walking would be too much. "I volunteer to rent a car." Piper said raising his hand. The group nodded, preparing to leave the resturant. Normal people, or people who weren't in the public eye like them, could take ubers and taxis but the twins could not. It was too dangeorus. Thankfully rent-a-car was down the street and they made there way down there. "Everybody buckle up...it may be a bumpy ride." August joked causing his twin to flip him off causing the group to laugh. "Alrighty, maps please." She said taking August's phone and putting in the hotel and were fortunate to be getting back in time to get ready. Piper pulled out of the spot, and into the street. They made it 10 minutes before, Piper noticed a black suv had been trailing them for the duration of the ride. "Auggie..." Piper breathed softly, looking into her mirrors. Her breathing began to speed up, her thoughts getting sucked into the music. Her eyes began to water, the feeling of having no way out was becoming reality. They were stuck in traffic. Unable to escape. "Auggie." Piper said a bit louder, her knuckles turning white. The four were stuck in a heated conversation not realizing the situation at hand. "No. No!" Piper screamed as she saw the window open and a camera coming in view. "Auggie!" Piper said as traffic began to move. She looked over to her right and saw another car next to them, they were surrounded. "Oh shit!" August said realizing what was happening. "Piper just keep driving, we are okay." August tried to reassure his twin. They came to another stop, and another suv came up to the left of them. "They're following us." Piper said through tears. "What the fuck is wrong with these people?" Natasha asked looking around the car. "They always find us, somehow someway." August responded. "Piper, keep your eyes forward." August said typing away on his phone. The scene was a blur as they waited in traffic, and it happened so quickly. Somebody hopped out the suv to the left of them and proceeded to take photos of Piper driving. Clearly, getting shots of Quinn and the others in the backseat. Piper sobbed, as her anxiety began. August could tell she was getting flashbacks, and proceeded to take control of the situation. "Get her out of that seat, Quinn. Now!" He demanded of the dark haired boy, and he unbuckled Piper and pulled her over the console allowing August to get into the drivers seat. Traffic moved on, allowing them to drive off. Natasha pulled the petrified girl into the backseat, Eric helping buckle her and the best friend pulled her into her arms. Piper's mind brought her back to the scariest time in her life, when her family was chased relentlessly back in the UK. Almost resulting in an car crash. Piper shook as August neared the hotel, the group feeling bad for the girl. They were scared, she had never given them any reason before to be.

August pulled into the back of the hotel, hopped out and with Joey's help they were able to get her into the elevator without being seen. The group piled in as Piper clung to her older twin. August knowing exactly what was going through her mind.

Piper layed in bed an hour later, clinging to her pillow as the room was filled with silence. Her brother softly knocked before walking in, and sat down on the bed at her feet. Her mind was racing, she was frustrated, furious, sad and an overall mess. "Pipes...you need to get ready." He said grabbing ahold of her hand. She looked towards him, sighing. She nodded sitting up and walking over towards the bathroom. She quickly went to brush out her curls that she had all day, putting some natural makeup and finishing off with a perfume choice. She headed into the closet and brought out her pink orange checkered midi dress with a matching headband. "You look 6." August joked as she walked out with her heels on. She stuck out her tongue and grabbed her purse. "You ready?" He asked and she nodded, walking out with him. "Did Joey hear anything on how he found us?" She asked and August looked down, and swallowed. "Yeah, Ill tell you later." He said as they stepped into the elevator. "Where is he?" She asked as they walked out towards the car that was taking them there with the group. "August." She said stopping and looking at him, demanding answers. August sighed, before looking back at his little sister. Piper's head cocked to the side in confusion before understanding what the look meant. "No. NO!" She said taking a few steps back. He would never do such a thing. "He didn't do it, Augs." She said as Joey walked outside. "I am afraid so Piper." Joey said placing a hand on her upper back. She looked up towards Joey and felt tears brim her eyes. "Quinn wouldn't." She repeated as she walked towards the car. Natasha and Eric were already buckled up as she got in the back seat with them. "Guys?" She looked towards the two and they had sad looks on there face. Unknown to her, Natasha had texted August that Quinn would in fact never do such a thing. He was the most undramatic person, somebody who honestly disassociated when around people. Especially the media. But that's what the palace had said, so he had to believe them.

They pulled up the event and saw the figures of Meghan and Harry pass through the doors of the Met. August got out first, opening the door for his little twin. She stepped out plastering a very fake smile on her face. She waved to the crowd, and walked towards the awaiting 'fans'. "Hi guys, how are you guys doing today?" She asked as her and her brother shook hands. "Six hours? Oh my goodness, we are not that importnant." The blonde joked, as she moved along to a girl that seemed to be her age. "Hi Piper!" She smiled widely and Piper smiled back, giving her a hug. "Hi, what's your name?" She asked the royal follower. "Im Audrey. I actually came from Vancouver just to see you guys!" She beamed and Piper took a deep inhale before smiling. "Vancouver? That's so far! It was very sweet of you to come see the exhibit." Piper said diplomatically. "Ofcourse, been following you two for years!" She responded and Piper nodded. "It was very nice meeting you, have a safe trip back home." Piper smiled before walking off. The twins waved one last time before walking inside. Eric and Natasha were inside waiting for them, drinking some champagne. The twins headed over towards Meghan and Harry first, before going off and greeting people.

"Piper!" Meghan smiled pulling the blonde into a warm and friendly hug. "Ugh, ive missed you so much. Too bad we missed you guys last week." She said as they pulled apart. "I know, youll have to come out for one of your breaks this year." Meghan responded with a smile. "Ill make sure you guys aren't on a trip to Switzerland. Miss that place." Piper grinned and Meghan smiled. "Are you okay though? H and I heard about what happened?" Meghan said rubbing her arm up and down a few times. Piper felt her lip begin to quiver and looked down. "Hey hey its ok." Meghan said stepping closer. "You're fine. You are safe, I promise." Meghan said lowly. Piper nodded, sniffling and trying to pull herself together. Thankgoodness they were in a private room before heading out into the exhibit. "Im ok. I just keep having flashbacks of it." She said and Meghan knew what she had meant. "I know, I promise you though that you are safe. And that, they will pass." She smiled at the blonde. "I know." She said with a soft smile. She turned towards Harry and August, and Harry pulled her into a hug. "So good to see you again, Pipes." The ginger cousin smiled. Piper nodded, and went on to ask about the kiddos back in California. The conversation switched over towards what had happened earlier, "Apprently Quinn this guy I was seeing, did it. But it just does not make sense." She said shrugging. Harry nodded, "Hmm. Palace confirm?" Harry questioned and she nodded. He gave her a sad smile, "Im sorry Piper." He said pulling her in for another hug. The hug ended when they heard that the exhibit was ready to begin.

Eric and Natasha followed behind the twins, talking amongst themselves. Eric was getting updates from Jack, since Quinn went straight to Newark as soon as he was 'kicked out'. "Quinn didn't do it. I don't understand why they keep saying that he did." Eric commented, and Natasha agreed. "No I know, it doesn't add up. At all." She responded drinking the champagne. "Also fuck this. I feel so bad for them." She murmured and Eric agreed. "It's so stuffy, so formal and so boring." He said causing Natasha to chuckle. The two caught some looks from those around them. Piper made a beline for them, and took the remaining champage that Natasha had and drank it quickly. Joey cleared his throat from near by, causing Piper to roll her eyes. "What do you say about blowing this joint?" Piper said arching an eyebrow, and looked between the sibilings. Natasha and Eric grinned, loving this side of the blonde. "What about Auggie?" Eric asked and they looked over towards him being engrossed in a conversation with somebody from Denmark. "Eh." She said shrugging before going over to Joey that she was going to the washroom. He nodded, having a nearby security dude escort her. Natasha and Eric followed, a few minutes after. Piper slipped out of the bathroom, as the security guy got called away for something. She met up with Natasha and Eric, and they made there way to a back entrance that she had been through previous times. She was going to get in a lot of trouble, but she wanted to be anywhere but here.

Over in Newark, Quinn was a complete mess. He didn't understand why he was being blamed for something he'd never do in a million years. Let alone have the thought of it. Jack had been so gracious in allowing him to hide out here for a few nights before they went back home to Michigan. "This is fucked up." Jack repeated as he looked through instagram. Quinn threw a throw pillow at his brother. Jack looked towards him and gave him a sad smile. "Im sorry." He said and Quinn nodded. "Oh god, she's getting trashed." Jack murmured a few minutes later after watching a snapchat from Eric. "Wait what?" Quinn asked already knowing who he meant. "Piper." He said replaying the snap for his older brother. Piper was jumped up and down, with champagne and shots in front of her. They were at a exclusive club that had a no phone policy but the three were able to keep theres, for security purposes. And well, she is a Princess after all.

The trio returned to the hotel a few hours later, Piper be the drunkest one of all. She walked into her room and saw Joey and August sitting at the table in the middle of the foyer. August looked up and at the same time jumped up, pulling her into his arms. "Woah, woah there buddy." She said softly pushing him off of her. Joey stood up, sighing and walking out and standing next to the door. Back in the room, Piper tore off her heels, threw them aside and tore off her purse and headband. she rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. "What the hell was that?" August asked now getting mad, now that she was back safetly. "Auggie..not now." She said plopping down onto her freshly made bed. "No, you are not getting off so easily." He said pulling her up by the arm so she was sitting up now. "Stop!" She screamed, standing up and facing her brother. "Don't you dare fucking touch me!" She screamed, walking into the bathroom and slammed the door- locking it behind her. August groaned, realizing what had just happened. He heard a soft knock at the door, and he went to go open it. Natasha stood there in her pjs and looked absolutley adorable to August. He smiled at her, pulling her inside the room. She leaned up to give him a quick peck before opening the door and pushing him out, "Not a chance bud, go hang out with Eric." She said shutting the door in August's face.

Back in the bathroom, Piper sat down next to the toilet crying. She pulled her knees up to her chest and cried for god knows how long.

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Early the next morning, the twins got on there private jet with Joey ofcourse and made there way to Toronto. Piper walked off the plane and saw the black tinted range rover waiting for them, and saw the unmistakable grin of her best friend and second brother. "Charles!" She shrieked and took off into a sprint towards the dude. He wrapped his arms around her and spun her around, causing her to giggle loudly. He set her down and went to go greet August. Piper got into the back seat and texted Natasha that they had landed. She smiled as the two of them got into the front seat, "Please tell me we are doing what I think we are doing." Piper said getting in between them and looking between them. Charles and August looked at one another, "I don't know what you are talking about." August smirked joking. "Yeah, don't know." Charles responded and Piper groaned, plopping back into her seat and buckling. "Haha very fun." She mused, resting her eyes. Next time she opened them, they were at the royal's Toronto lake house.

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@blondepiper00: omg she’s so pretty !!!!

@ericpierce: holy crap how !!!

@auggiethegreat: seems like a brat

@blondepiper00: idk who u are — but that’s so rude

@charlesdowntown: yep seems like a bitch

@ericpierce: L.O.L

@natashapierceeee: get off my page w that garbage

@lhughes_6: why does she look like a child ??

@natashapierceeee: read the room bro. Read the room.

@ericpierce: ^^^

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Vancouver and Chilliwack April 2003

22 - 24 April 2003

Hi everyone! This weekend 20 years ago, I visited Vancouver, BC, Canada, for the second time. I spent two nights in Vancouver's Davie district, sort of west of downtown Vancouver. It was also the first time I rented a car on my own, in a foreign country.

Salut à tout le monde! Ce week-end, il y a 20 ans, j'ai visité Vancouver, BC, Canada, pour la deuxième fois. J'ai passé deux nuits dans le quartier Davie de Vancouver, un peu à l'ouest du centre-ville de Vancouver. C'était aussi la première fois que je louais une voiture par moi-même, dans un pays étranger.

I flew on Friday 22nd April from SFO airport's Terminal 3 by United Airlines. I had booked a first class seat with a 500 mile coupon. The flight took off about 5 PM nonstop to Vancouver. I think I arrived about 8 PM. When I landed, it was in the US terminal where prechecks going back take place. I had to go through Canadian customs. They asked their nosy questions similar to the last time I was there, April 2002. I was admitted into Canada, then I went to baggage claim and retrieved my suitcase. I went through the "Nothing to declare" green lane.

Once I retrieved my suitcase, I went to the Hertz car rental desk. They had my car ready. It was a 2003 Oldsmobile Alero (in Europe this was sold as the Chevrolet Alero). This one had a 3.4 liter V6 engine, 4 speed automatic transmission, and an AM/FM/CD player radio. I did not really need a map for the most part, as I had been to the youth hostel on Thurlow and Burnaby Streets once before. Parking it would be a challenge, but the hospital nearby had parking.

I drove up Grant McConachie Way to Granville Street. After Granville Island, BC route 99 split off into Howe and Seymour Streets. I went northeast on Seymour Street, to Davie Street and turned left. I went to Thurlow Street and turned left, then turned onto Burnaby Street. Back then, there was no plan to build what is known as the Canada Line. I noticed that some of the signals, that had flashing green signals, which meant mainly the same thing as a steady green. When the light was to change, there would be four seconds of steady green before the light went yellow. When the red cycle was over, the light would flash green again and repeat the cycle as necessary. That is something that happens in British Columbia, I have not seen that in other provinces in Canada.

I checked into the hostel, and deposited my bags in my room. I had a single room, right next to the elevator. My room was not ensuite, there was a shared bathroom down the hall. I had to park the car at St. Paul's Hospital. The car park allowed long term parking, so it was okay to park there overnight. Parking in Vancouver is much more difficult that most cities in the USA. I think it was about $20 US to park for two nights. Once I parked the car, I walked to Thurlow Street, then Davie, and to Bute Street. I remembered Hamburger Mary's (now it is called Mary's on Davie), so I went there. I thought about going to Denny's but I passed on that. In Canada, the apostrophe of Denny's is the red maple leaf. McDonald's has something similar in its corporate logo, with a red leaf in the center. I ordered a large hamburger but was unable to eat it all for some reason. I left enough fries as well. The waiter gave me a hinge container, I think a 9 by 6 by 3 inches (22 by 15 by 8 cm) and I took my food to the hostel. The hostel had a communal walk-in refrigerator, and they provided a permanent marker to mark whose food belonged to whom, and what their checkout date was. If there was food in the refrigerator and the guest had already checked out, it was put on a special rack for "free food". The hostel did not provide breakfast back then, so people had to cook their own. After I went to my room, I went to sleep. It was not high season, so it was fairly easy to fall asleep.

On Saturday 23rd April, I woke up, took a shower, went down to the kitchen to collect my hamburger and fries, then walked to the hospital to get the car. I stopped at a Blenz coffee shop, to get some coffee. Blenz is a coffee chain in British Columbia similar to Starbuck's, has few, if any, locations outside of British Columbia. I drove along Davie Street to Denman Street, up BC route 99 to Stanley Park Drive and the totem poles. The previous year, 2002, I had visited the Indigenous Art Museum at University of British Columbia where they had a massive collection of totem poles. The ones at Stanley Park were okay, not particularly spectactular. I liked the view of the Vancouver skyline better. I was able to see Canada Place across the harbor. The weather was nice then. I bought a few gifts for my family at the gift shop. I finished my hamburger, fries and coffee before driving onwards.

After leaving Stanley Park on the north side of the island, I went north on the Lions Gate Bridge to North Vancouver. I ended up in the Capilano Indian Reserve. I turned right on Marine Drive and drove east on Third Street and eventually Main Street. I crossed back into Vancouver by the Trans Canada Highway route 1 which went through Burnaby and Abbotsford. The speed limit was 100 km/h. All highway distances were in metric. After Abbotsford, the speed limit increased to 110 km/h. I planned to go only as far as Chilliwack. Chilliwack was named from the indigenous word Ts'elxweyeqw. The highway was very nice. I played a CD in the CD player. It was mostly of music I had recorded from November 2002, including a few German songs. It felt odd to play German music in Canada.

Once I arrived in Chilliwack, it looked very similar to a small town in the USA, with the main difference being, instead of the Stars and Stripes, it was two red rectangles, and a big red maple leaf on top of the white rectangle. I stopped at the McDonald's on Luckakuck Way, and ordered a hamburger and a small Coke. The hamburger tasted just like the ones I had in the USA. I drove to downtown Chilliwack and wanted to see the murals. One of them stood out to me and it was the decades from 1930 to 1990 or so.

About 2 PM, I drove west on the Trans Canada highway to Vancouver, turning off at Hastings and driving on to St. Paul's Hospital to park again. I walked to the hostel and asked for a day pass. They sold me one for $8.00. I went to the Shoppers Drug Mart, nearby and bought a 2 liter bottle of Sprite Ice. Sprite Ice is basically Sprite with mint flavoring. I rode on the line 6 to Seymour Street, transferred to the line 4 or line 7, and went to the Granville Skytrain station. Back then, Skytrain did not have fare gates. Skytrain stations Granville and Burrard, both have the eastbound platform on the lower level and westbound platform at the upper level. I took the Skytrain to Gastown, which would require a walk from the Waterfront station. I walked a few blocks along Water Street to the whistling steam clock. I watched the clock strike 3 PM. I wish at the time, that I had a working video camera. That would not happen until a year later.

I walked to the Victory Square Cenotaph at Victory Square, and drank some of the Sprite Ice from the bottle that I had in my bag. I walked down Cambie Street and BC route 1A to the Stadium-Chinatown Skytrain station. I took the Millenium Line to Loughheed Town Center. I remember the Millenium line only went as far as Braid, but on 31st August, the line was expanded to Commercial/Broadway. I spent about an hour in the Town Center. It was not much more different than the average shopping mall in the USA.

Due to its location, it was hard to accurately keep track of time, and the sun set later than in California. I took the Skytrain from Loughheed Town Center to Granville, took a bus to Robson Street and then fou a place to eat for supper. It was a Japanese curry restaurant. I ordered a donkatsu curry with udon noodles. It tasted excellent. I had a bubble tea, I think, matcha flavored. Then I walked back to the hostel.

When I was at the hostel, I took my radio and recorded some music. The radio I had was not the Aiwa HS-JS 479 that I brought the previous year, but it was a portable one with digital tuning and 2 inch / 5 cm speakers. Its cassette playback had the "Q-Sound" function to play prerecorded cassettes. I recorded some French and also some English programming. On one of the French stations, I recorded "Tous les palmiers" by the Quebec band Beau Dommage, and "Un homme et une femme" by some unknown duo, definitely not the original ones from the 1960s, definitely not Mireille Mathieu either. I went to bed soon after that.

Sunday the 24th April, I had to wake up and get breakfast. I had a coffee and pastry at Blenz Coffee on Davie Street. Then I checked out of the hostel, took my luggage to the car, and drove south on Granville Road to the airport. However there was one problem. I needed to fill up the tank, and I was not able to find a reliable gas station. I had to drive to Richmond, just a little south of the airport, to find some place that sold gas. Gas in Canada is more expensive than it is in the USA, and is sold by the liter. I drove along Number 2 Road, then Francis Road to Number 1 Road and found a Petro Canada station. I put in about 20 liters, which was not bad for a V6 and maybe 200 km of driving. I drove back to the airport and checked in the car. I noticed a few totem poles before going into the airport terminal.

Checking into my flight to Seattle and then San Francisco, I was not allowed to hand in my checked bag until I cleared the USA customs. I had to give my passport at customs before dropping my bag off. After dropping my bag off, I went to the gift shop and bought some salmon and maple syrup. The flight to Seattle was on an Embraer E120 twin propeller plane. It would be about an hour away from Seattle, and land in Concourse N. I would not need to collect my bag until I arrived at San Francisco airport. I would have to wait until about 2 PM to board the flight for San Francisco.

At 1:30 PM, the flight to San Francisco would board. I had an economy class seat. The flight home was not too long. I arrived about 5 PM. Somehow the flight had misplaced my checked bag, so I had to fill out a form for them to deliver my luggage to my home. I took the Line 292 back to Hillsdale and Norfolk Street in San Mateo, and walk the rest of the way home. It was not too far to walk. It must have been 7 PM when I arrived home. I made some supper, probably spaghetti or something, watched some TV and went to bed.

The next day I drove to work, worked from 7 AM to about 4 PM. I had some maple sugar candies to share with colleagues. My suitcase did turn up at home, a little bit after I had left work for the day.

My next overseas journey would be in late July 2003. Hope you will join me then!

Also, in May 2003, my car (at the time it was a 1997 Jetta with diesel engine) was all paid off and thus free of finance, and I received the title, what a nice early 31st birthday present.

Good night! Bonne nuit!

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