#PLAY IT IN TORONTO IM BEGGING

[vampiremuney]

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME

[3416]

The Leaf Blueprint S9E1: Home | 10.20.23

[significant-narratives]

i wish i could be a bigger hater but alas i value my inner peace too much

[allbeendonebefore]

heheheh the vindication of reading about a cross country tour for a montreal magazine in the early 70s passing edmonton’s queer scene off as just for “swishy queens and hard drinking butches” and the collective eyeroll of edmontonian queer community completely used to this kind of perception of edmonton, paralleled with me in toronto a few years ago with the torontonians telling me that they heard that drinking is like the only thing to do here like. listen i am the boring hermit shut-in teetotaller and even i know better, lol

[royaletiquette]

I know it's fucking October and I should be saving days off next year for vacation but it's also turning into a fantastic year for concerts

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau X Teen victim reader

Request!

Summary: Y/N is kidnapped by an Unsub, but the BAU is right behind them.

Third person pov...

Sirens from numerous police cars chase a grey BMW through the streets of Toronto, At the wheel was Barry Seymour he had been convicted of kidnapping and murdering 6 young teens.

When the FBI figured out it was him he was already on the road with a new victim in the trunk of his car, the victim was Y/N L/N they are 14 years old and very scared.

Flash back to A Couple hours ago...

The 14 year old was walking home from the park after hanging out with friends, as they were walking Barry grabbed them and threw the teen into the back of his trunk.

The teens head hits the top of the trunk knocking them out for a couple of seconds, when they woke up they started panicking. "oh no oh no" they whisper trying not to hyperventilate instead the teen starts kicking at the trunk making noise.

"let me out arsehole!" yells the teen kicking at the trunk, Barry rolls his eyes and continues to drive he ends up turning the radio up to not hear the teen kicking the car. "stupid brat" he grumbles before pulling his hat further down his head.

Y/N sighs angerly before they stop kicking, then they reach for their pocket. "yes the arsehole forgot to check" they exclaim the teen still had their phone, then they see it only had 10% left "of course" sighs the teen.

The teen was suddenly grateful to their parents who made the teen memorise the number for the FBI hotline. Y/N quickly types it in and holds it up to their ear. "hello this is the FBI hotline" comes a female voice.

"oh thank god, please help me im Y/N L/N and ive been kidnapped by the Unsub im in the trunk please save me!" they exclaim before their phones battery runs out. The 14 year old cries and waits for help to come.

At the police station the BAU team have sent out an apb for Barry Seymours grey BMW. As JJ is walking she get stopped by an officer.

"Agent we got a call from someone claiming to be Kidnapped by the Unsub" she says JJ nods and heads to the room where the team is.

"Hey guys we've got a hit on the Hotline" she says making the team look up as she plays the recording of the call. They are socked to here a young scared voice answer.

The perosn seemed alot younger than the first victims. "hello this is the FBI hotline" comes a female voice then a young voice answes "oh thank god, please help me im Y/N L/N and ive been kidnapped by the Unsub im in the trunk please save me!" Then it goes silent.

JJ shuts it off a grim look on her face. Then Penelope calls. "Hey Penelope you have something?" Questions Reid

"Yes my loveliess i do, we jsut got a hit on the Unsubs car" says the tech analysis. "Thank you Garcia, JJ you come with us" say Hotch standing up he already know Penelope sent them the coordinates.

End of flashback...

Currently The Unsub has both the Police and FBI on his tail and he wasn't planning on stopping yet, he was currently on a motor way he was almost out of Toronto.

Back in the trunk Y/N was trying to kick their way out, their head felt all fuzzy, but they couldn't fall asleep they had to stay awake.

"Can't sleep, have to stay awake have to survive" they mutter suddenly they are sent flying forward and end up face painting against the roof of the trunk.

"He's stopped!" They mutter to scared to move, the teen tries hard to listen but can't hear anything. Then gunshots and sirens are heard.

Y/Ns to scared to move, seconds tick by before the trunk opens and a tourch is shone right at the teen.

Y/N sees the shadow of a man, thinking its the Unsub they back aways terrified, when he tries to move forward Y/N kicks out at him. "Stay away! Please leave me alone, no!" They scream and beg.

Hearing the teen screaming Hotch sends JJ over hopefully seeing a woman would help them. Y/N jsut about calmed down when the man left.

JJ gives a smile to Derek as he passes her, she wonders up to the trunk where the scared teen lays.

The bump of their head still making their brain foggy, once the torch wasn't shining in their eyes the teen relaxed.

As they sit up slowly in the trunk a woman appears she was blonde with blue eyes, JJ sees the teens eyes widened.

Before they can panic she holds out her badge. "Hey hey sweetie don't panic I'm FBI, I'm an agent I'm here to help you" she says gently.

Y/N freezes leg pulled in ready to kick put again, they look wearly up at the Agent and at her badge. She had a kind smile on her face.

Y/N looks at the badge and at the woman before finally collapsing in a fit of sobs. "I'm sorry I was scared, I th-thought he was coming to get me" cried the teen, JJs heart aches for the teen.

They didn't mean to kick out at first they were just a scares kid who was kidnapped but a dangerous killer. JJ reaches out to the child and they let her.

She then pulls them up and out of the trunk the child holds onto her tightly not letting go, Y/N jsut continues to cry until they are sat in am ambulance to be looked at.

Once they were checked over they still didn't let go off JJ, but she didn't mind she was glad they managed to save the teen from being killed.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot sorry for it not being long, also sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count : 1030

[tradetobest]

dee's january 2024 fic recs

ok so. i thought i'd do a fic rec list every month this year of just my favourite fics that got bookmarked in the month (not necessarily written in the past month) that had just passed... i was a bit busy for the past few days but FINALLY i got the chance to sit down so!!

(if you want to play fic roulette here's some blind links otherwise!! enjoy under the cut

1 2 3 4 5 6)

3:30 by sevenfists

pairing: sidney crosby/evgeni malkin rating: E words: 11k summary: Napping with Sid would be inconvenient, embarrassing, and more than a little gay, and maybe Zhenya was a little gay, but he didn’t need to advertise it.

i LOVE "oh this thing we do together has become a routine now we Have to do it before games" fics and you should too!! this one is So cute i love it....

waiting for confessions of love by catchingpapermoons

pairing: jamie drysdale/trevor zegras/mason mctavish rating: M words: 41k summary: “I’ll be so real with you, man,” Trevor says, pulling back. “I had no fucking idea you liked dudes.”

one thing about me is that i am an absolute sucker for miscommunication and will love it at all costs and this fic DELIVERS!!!! and so well!!

high into the blue by idday

pairing: jack eichel/connor mcdavid rating: T words: 10k summary: Lieutenant John Eichel of the United States Navy – Boston to his squadron and Jack to the people who matter – is reckless and cocky and too smug for his own damn good. But even Connor has to admit that the boy can goddamn fly. (Captain Connor McDavid, Royal Canadian Air Force, is by the book in the worst way, conservative and careful and liable to get himself killed out there. Jack shouldn’t be impressed by him. He really shouldn’t.)

when i tell you i SCREAMED when i got the notif for this fic and then immediately went and watched top gun.,.... if you know me you know anything idday puts out i literally eat up like mceichel is the only thing that will ever sustain me ever again and this was NO exception,,,, always a pleasure to be able to experience an idday fic is what i say

play your heart out by ribena

pairing: leon draisaitl/connor mcdavid rating: M words: 4k summary: Connor loses his heart. Leon finds it for the both of them.

oughh./.. ouhhh.... what even to say.... clutches my heart (lol)...... beautiful..... i literally screamed cried went through it..... please read like literally begs you

nobody wins afraid of losing by adelphenium

pairing: tyler bertuzzi/dylan larkin rating: E words: 12k summary: It’s been almost a year since the first trade. It’s been just a few weeks since they last saw each other, facing off on the ice here in Toronto. In all the months since the Boston run, Tyler’s done nothing but read Dylan’s texts from the notifications bar like a sad and filthy sack of shit, too weak not to feel a thrill whenever a Saw that goal, what a beauty berts or a Hope you’re sleeping ok came through. Or: Tyler and Dylan during the 2024 bye week.

"hey you bookmarked this one on december 31st" IM PUTTING IT IN JANUARY!!!!! PLEASE READ THIS FIC!!!!! not only did jamie adelphenium write it but its just. it has shaped the way i view tyler bertuzzi and sparked a love for mr hockey butt himself..... what a good fic yall please read

reserve your ardors by wrightsworth

pairing: jamie benn/tyler seguin rating: E words: 9k summary: Jamie was in over his head. He had been out of his depth for months if he was being honest, ever since he picked Seggy up from the airport that first time in the humid Dallas air and his Omega genes decided to make themselves known, and loudly.

it wouldnt be me without some good old bennguin and RAHH pining and omegaverse and unrequited-requited and miscommunication like what else could you want in a fic its so good

[storiesofsvu]

happy thursday hoes. time for some law and some order

Well fuck…what an opening..

“but there are definitely still traces of blood” girl… that hammer is COATED wtf…

I would like to point out that the way Kate runs her squad is the legit way that squads run. The CO (whether it be captain, lieutenant or sarge) is gonna stay in the office, they’re piled up with paperwork, the brass, putting out fires, they’re not out in the field…. Like svu. Ugh. I’m already not prepared for svu tonight, I’ve been watching through velasco’s eps and his older seasons were so good, esp compared to this year…

So we’re really doing this Ukraine surrogate/adoption plot line again, hey?

(I mean it is slightly different so far but like, it’s the same idea, right lol)

Samantha crushing it in the wardrobe dept as per usual

I like this new DA so much more than mccoy. Sorry not sorry.

I haven’t been paying too much attention to what’s going on (surprise) BUT, wtf does this case have to do with the grand jury that was taking place at the beg of the ep? With the girl all “he doesn’t know I’m here, right?” like, that girl was the murder vic? Or am I on crack? What is the connection?!

Uugggh… saaaammm my baby just needs a HUUUGGG

Okay, im actively not watching Toronto, see ya in an hour for svu.

Starting off with some personal, at home comfort. This is what we’ve been asking for forever (now give us rollisi at home pls).

OHHH GOD WHY ARE WE ALREADY BACK TO THE MADDIE SHIT FFS.

“I googled you”

Oh booooyyy are we in for it now. HOW MUCH DOES NOAH KNOW?! CAUSE LORD KNOWS HE PROBABLY FELL DOWN A PIT OF NEWS ARTICLES.

NO

WHY

WE DO NOT NEED TO BRING WL BACK TO THIS SHIT LET US HAVE SOME PEACE PLS.

Okay so we finally did get noah discovering where he came from. Woof.

Olivia kinda sucks at parenting sometimes. Like… he’s a kid, he’s an *adopted* kid who already knows about gramma Sheila and ellie… he’s gonna be curious, he’s gonna wonder, also what kid HASN’T snooped through their parents private things? Like yeah it’s not ideal… it’d be best for him to ask you a question and you slowly reveal into things or whatever but we all know she just would’ve shut him down right away anyways.

Lowkey love those heart lights in noahs room, ngl.

I’m not gonna lie. If it was olivia I’d be more concerned about him knowing/reading about William lewis and all the shit that went down than finding out johnny d was his dad…

You know what I think? I think this would be a great time to call you bestie amanda and have her over for a bottle of wine while you talk this through and see what jessie knows about her dad/how amanda’s gonna approach that. Also like, does billie just think sonny’s her dad or does she know? LOL. But will that happen? Obviously not.

Okay you know what, carisi is the second best bet so I’ll take this.

Olivia really needs to catch a fucking break

Carisi you sit like a whore. But we already knew that.

Is there not a way to trace this call? Or like, I know the phone is about to die but like…find my iphone even works on dead phones…use the stepmoms phone rn to find out where she is. Easy fix. Use your brains.

Man… parents on these shows are always so fucking trusting of their kids and they think they know everything about them. Like...what world are we living in?

Awweeee lil carisi back in cop mode!

Girl… you barely looked in that one, that’s not clear

Me: where do I know this actor playing the step mom from?

Checks imbd: ah. She’s been on svu as a diff character before. Of course.

We love a good parent who immediately offers up all their money to pay ransom of their kids bff with no question.

I swear to god it wasn’t raining 5 seconds ago.. I get that these are likely filmed on diff days but that really came outta nowhere

Olivia’s drenched and velasco’s barely wet… wtf lol

Oh god she’s really about to go feral isn’t she?  Like, even velasco’s nervous af.

That’s exactly what I knew he was gonna say. Like, liv should’ve just said she was dead.

Okay what about the other three perps? Where are they?

JESUS FUCK. Velasco… be mean to me. yell at me.. degrade me. jfc.

Okay I love that when she told Velasco to put the perp in her car he was all “uh… that a good idea boss?” kinda unsure thing but as soon as she started going feral he was just all “yup. Okay. I know how to do this.” And was totally on board. That’s my boi

“youre lucky im not in IAB anymore” damn right bitch.

That’s a cozy ass looking sweater liv has on and I want it

He already knows about ellie…why are we starting there?

I can’t wait until this conversation sparks a “hey… can we go see grama Sheila? Is she still sick?” and liv THEN has to explain that gramma Sheila is in fact in JAIL because she kidnapped him

Okay… that episode was honestly really good. It was a nice balance of the at home/personal lives and the case.

OC time.

Pls god have a last time on cause I do not remember what was happening… baby bro joe was doing heroine? That’s all I remember

Is this his apartment or elliots apt? it looks similar but also I like it better lol.

Bernie is a blessing to this show.

Elliot all “an intervention?” as if they didn’t host one for him like two years ago?

Also I JUST watched the ep with Muncy’s brother this week and that actor is baby boy joe stabler so this is throwing me off.

Is this an apt or a hotel? CAUSE ITS GORGEOUS!! HOW TF ARE THESE STABLER MEN AFFORDING THIS SHIT IN NYC?!

 “we don’t do that…” jet. Another fucking legend on this show

SO glad Bell’s back.

Clearly im not paying attention to this ep in case anyone’s wondering (and yes, it is because it’s a stabler ep…)

Leave it to stabler to be there less than 5 mins before beating someone

OH MY GODDDDD BELL LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD IN THAT BLUE SHIRT

Thank god bell had bobby with her cause homegirl had a cane last week, there’d be no way she should be on a foot chase rn. Lol

Omg jet and bobby UC yet AGAIN. I fucking love it.

Jet being absolutely the person that likely annoys the hell outta her, love that. 

[ripjaws]

IT NEVER FUCKING ENDS

genuinely hope I pass away before tonight

[spine-buster]

The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 7

Saturday November 9th, 2019

Aberdeen Bloom was nervous.  

Halloween night has been…interesting, to say the least.  After Will had walked her home and tried to kiss her, she’d gotten into the elevator and started a quick, mad scramble of flailing arms and limbs about what had just transpired.  She couldn’t believe it – how he tried to kiss her and she flat-out denied him – when every single fibre of her being wanted to kiss him back.  But she knew she couldn’t, for her own sake and for Will’s sake, too.  There was no way she would jeopardize her job like that, and there was no way she would jeopardize Will’s good standing with the club, particularly Brendan, who was fond of him.  It was an internal fight she needed to win; reason needed to triumph over passion.  

When she got back into her condo, she took off her costume, washed all her makeup off, and brushed her hair through.  When she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror – really looked at herself.  To try to see what Will apparently saw.  The long, brown, wavy but frizzy hair; the thick eyebrows; the Greek nose; the pink lips with their cupid’s bow.  She was pretty, somewhat, though she knew beauty was in the eye of the beholder.  Not as pretty as Siena though, who inherited much of their father’s elegant Persian characteristics, so much so many people didn’t believe they were sisters; and not as striking as her brother, who was a perfect mishmash of Mizra’s Persian and Orla’s Scottish, with his olive skin and blue eyes.  She wondered what Will saw in her to make him say “I want you”; what he saw to make him call her minskatt, his treasure, when she didn’t really believe so.  

Her first text to him was that night.  text me when you’re home safe please

A few minutes later, she received what she wanted.  im home minskatt

Every time he called her that she couldn’t help but swoon.

But the show had to go on, and Aberdeen still had a job to do, despite what happened on Halloween and despite all her swooning.  She still needed to be Brendan Shanahan’s personal assistant.  She still had to travel with the team when needed.  She still needed to share charter flights with them, stay at the same hotels, and show up at the same continental breakfast areas.  She still couldn’t let anybody know anything had happened between her and Will.  And when she was on the job, running around and fetching coffee and Prada shoes and Gucci suits and organizing meetings and accompanying other teams’ general managers and presidents to Brendan’s office, while simultaneously trying to shield comments from Ethan, she was too busy for her mind to be constantly preoccupied by Will.  But the second she saw him, in work out gear or a suit or in his jersey, she was done for.  She tried not to let it show.

Though every part of her wanted to kiss him back that night, at the same time, she didn’t want him to get too close.  Halloween had her feelings had bubbled to the surface.  That wasn’t the problem, because she could suppress them, especially on the job.  The problem was Will.  He apparently couldn’t suppress them like she could, especially on the job.  He started to flirt.  Openly.  Not in front of Brendan or anyone else in the office, but definitely in front of the team.  And definitely more when they were alone.  She knew it was part of his personality, to be an open flirt, but he’d started asking her how he looked in his suits walking into the arena.  

So she’d have to come up with retorts.  

Saturday, November 2nd, against the Flyers, he’d asked, “How do I look?” when he walked in with a perfectly tailored grey suit.

He looked fantastic.  But nobody could know she thought so.  “You look like you can save me 15% or more on car insurance,” she responded.  His lightning fast wink wasn’t caught by anyone or any camera.

On Tuesday November 5th against the Kings, he’d asked, “What do you think?” as he walked in wearing a black suit that made his blonde hair stand out.

“You look like a honey glazed ham,” she responded.  Jason, who was walking with him, spit out his water all over his suit.

On Thursday, November 7th against the Golden Knights, he’d walked into the arena with the most ridiculous ensemble she’d ever see a person wear in her entire life, and she went to school in downtown Toronto.  He had a Sugo hat – from the great Italian restaurant on Bloor – secure on his head.  Stubble.  A more prominent moustache.  Vintage eyeglasses on.  A blue, yellow, and black throwback Reebok tracksuit jacket on, unzipped slightly to let his chest breath and just enough to show off his chains.  Matching trackpants.  Best of all, a pair of the most absurd looking Leafs Uggs.  They were alone at that point – he was one of the first players in for the morning skate, and even arrived before the media – and she audibly scoffed when she saw him.  “How do I look?” he asked, smiling.  

She knew that he knew he looked completely ridiculous.  She could do nothing but shake her head.  “I don’t even have the words.”

“Find them,” he practically begged.  That’s when she knew this would become a thing between them.

“Honestly?  You look like my father when I see pictures of him living in pre-revolution Iran.  Except blonde.  And more facial hair.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” he asked.

“My dad’s awesome, so take it as a compliment.  But fourteen year old teenagers don’t exactly have the best fashion sense.”

“Maybe I’ll get to meet him and see that picture one day,” he quipped.

“No chance, William Nylander.”

Tonight, on a Saturday Hockey Night in Canada, the Leafs were facing the Flyers again, the second time in a week, back to back Saturdays.  This time, however, the Leafs were at least at home, though everyone had to get on a flight after the game to head to Chicago for a game tomorrow.  Busy as usual, she walked into the staff kitchen to warm up the snack wrap she’d bought to get her through the day.  When she walked in, she saw Ethan making a tea.  

“Hello,” she greeted him, trying to be polite to him though he had never really been polite to her.  

“Hey Girl Friday,” he said.  He wasn’t even looking at her, so she had an opportunity to roll her eyes.  “What brings you into the kitchen?  Shouldn’t you be fetching coffee?”

“I’m heating up a snack wrap,” she said, walking over to the microwave and popping it in for a minute.  

“Should you really be eating that?”

Aberdeen’s back stiffened.  “Why shouldn’t I?”

“Do you really need it?” he said, finally looking at her after he finished making his tea.  “Nobody likes a piggy working for a hockey team with some of the most in-shape guys in the league.”

She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.  Her jaw dropped open as she couldn’t find the words to respond to him.  “W…What?” was all she could muster out pathetically.  

“Seriously Girl Friday, do I really have to spell it out for you?” he asked.  “Your clothes might be stylish but I can see right through you,” he said, leaving her hanging as he walked out the door.  

Aberdeen couldn’t believe what had just happened.  The words that Ethan just said.  Commenting on her snack and the fact she was eating.  She couldn’t believe he had the gall.  He’d used the word piggy.  PIGGY!  What man in their right might would say something like that to another human being, let alone a woman?  She looked down at her body, covered by a black cable-knit sweater and skinny black plaid pants.  Did…did she really…

No.

Ethan Baker was just being a colossal fucking asshole.  

Instead of getting low on herself, she got angry.  She had been nothing but nice to him, and had succumbed to his stupid hazing and initiation, and he still treated her like shit.  What else did he want from her?  Why was he so incessant on making her life a living hell?

As the microwaved beeped to signal it was done, Aberdeen felt a buzz from her phone in her pocket.  It was, of course, from Brendan.  Please go meet Cliff Fletcher at the entrance and bring him to my office.

She left her snack wrap in the microwave, taking the elevator down to the main floor and walking towards the entrance.  On cue, Cliff was getting out of a black SUV.  She opened the door for him.  “Hi Mr. Fletcher,” she said.  She tried her best to conceal the anger and annoyance in her voice, but she could hear it.  She wondered if he could.  “How are you?”

“I’m great, Miss Bloom.  How are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” she said as they walked towards the elevator together.  She pushed the button and waited for the light.  

“Excited about the game tonight?” he asked.

“Sure,” she shrugged her shoulders.  The elevator pinged and the doors opened.  They got on and the doors closed, with Aberdeen pushing the floor button.  “Hope that we don’t have to play Philadelphia for a while after this.”

“Why not?”

“The jerseys.  They’re awful.  Their home jerseys at least are awful.  That hideous orange,” she made a face, sticking her tongue out in disgust.  “Imagine having to wear that all the time?  Who’d want to be general manager?”

“My son, actually,” Cliff said, chuckling slightly.  

Aberdeen’s face dropped.  Oh, shit.  Here we go again.  Aberdeen just had to go and open her big mouth again.  She just had to let her emotions get the best of her; had to let Ethan Baker get the best of her.  “Are you for real?”

“I am for real,” Cliff mimicked her, smiling.  “My my, Miss Bloom.  You’re really keen on speaking your mind.”

“Mr. Fletcher, I’m sorry—” she said as the elevator door opened.  

“That’s quite alright, Miss Bloom,” Cliff waved her off as they stepped off the elevator together.  “It’s quite refreshing to hear your take on hockey jerseys, but if I can give you a word of advice, be careful about who you speak your mind to.  You never know when their son could be a general manager of the team with the hideous jersey,” he winked.  “Or, conversely, if that general manager’s father used to be in charge of the Maple Leafs.”

“Mr. Fletcher—”

“I’ll see myself to Brendan’s office,” he said, making her stop dead in the tracks.  “I’ll see you during the game, Miss Bloom.  I’ll be looking forward to seeing you in the box and hearing more of your thoughts.”

***

“Aberdeen, can you come in here for a minute?” Aberdeen heard Brendan call out as she sat at her desk outside his office, busy entering some new appointments and meetings into his Google calendar.  She stood up from her seat and walked into his office.  He was standing near one of the windows, moving eventually to lean against the frame.  

“Yes sir?”

“I just had an absolutely wonderful discussion with Cliff,” he began.  It was a normal start, but Aberdeen noticed that he hadn’t corrected her like he usually did when she called him sir.  That automatically made her nervous.  “We talked about his time here, we talked about how the kids were doing, his son who is somewhere in this building…and then we talked about you.”

Aberdeen gulped.  He was going to absolutely annihilate her, just like he’d previously done.  “Mr. Shanahan—”

“Do you know why I hired you?” he asked, interrupting her.  “I always hire the same sort of person.  Male, workaholic, of course…worships the team.  But so often, they turn out to be – I don’t know – disappointing and, well…stupid,” he began.  “So you, with that impressive resume and the big speech about your intelligence and your so-called work ethic…I – well, I thought you would be different.  I said to myself: go ahead.  Take a chance.  Hire the smart girl who knows nothing about hockey.  Hire the girl with immigrant parents who grew up in an old bungalow in Etobicoke,” he used her own words from that disastrous interview.  “I had hope.  My God, I love on it.  Anyway, sometimes you end up disappointing me more than…more than any of the other silly boys.”

She bit her lip.  She didn’t even care that her eyes were watering and he could see that she was about to cry in his office.  “I really didn’t mean t—”

“That’s all,” he dismissed her coldly.

Aberdeen turned and walked out of the room.  She didn’t even bother going back to her desk.  She didn’t want him to hear her cry.  But instead of going to the staff kitchen, instead of going to the women’s bathroom or outside or just anywhere else that wasn’t the office, she found herself walking directly towards Kyle Dubas’s office.  He wasn’t her therapist.  He was barely her friend – hell, barely her acquaintance.  But for some reason, she gravitated towards his office because she knew, at some level, he would listen.  

Kyle watched as she walked in to his office, and he could automatically see the redness of her eyes.  He didn’t put his pen down or close his laptop.  “Everything alright, Aberdeen?”

“He hates me, Kyle.”

“Who?”

“Brendan.  I don’t know what else I can do because if I do something right, it’s unacknowledged.  He barely says thank you.  But if I do something wrong, he is…vicious.”

He knew what he had to do here.  He knew his role.  “So quit.”

Aberdeen looked at Kyle, furrowing her brows at his words.  So simple yet so direct.  “What?”

“Quit.”

“Quit?”

“I can get another person to take your job in five minutes.  One who really wants it,” he said with such confidence it made her worried.

“No!  I don’t want to quit!  That’s not fair!” she raised her voice.  The notion, to her, was completely ridiculous.  “But…I…you know, I’m just saying that I would like a little credit for the fact that I’m killing myself trying.”

“Aberdeen, be serious.  You are not trying.  You are whining,” Kyle deadpanned.  She stared at him, surprised that for such a soft-spoken and articulate guy, he was laying down the law.  “What is it that you want me to say?  ‘Poor you.  Brendan’s picking on you.  Poor you’?  Wake up, Aberdeen.  He’s just doing his job,” he said harshly.  “Don’t you know that you are working at the place that housed some of the greatest and influential athletes of the century?  Bower.  Clancy.  Sundin.  And what they did, what they created in this city, was greater than the sport, because you looked up to them,” he said.  He stopped momentarily.  “Well, not you, obviously, but most people,” he fixed his mistake.  “You think this is just a company, hmm?  Just a hockey team?  This is not just a hockey team.  This is a shining beacon of light for…oh, I don’t know, let’s say a young boy growing up in Sault Ste. Marie who couldn’t continue playing hockey because of concussions but worked his way through the offices until someone like Brendan had faith in him and gave him a chance.  You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls.  And what’s worse, you don’t care.  Because this place, where so many people would die to work you only deign to work.  And you want to know why he doesn’t kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day.  Wake up, sweetheart.”

He was right.  God, she knew he was 100% right.  He was wrong about nothing.  And for him to be so open with her – she knew he was referring to himself when he spoke about the young boy growing up in Sault Ste. Marie.  She was being a complete suck.  “Okay, so maybe I’m screwing it up,” she acknowledged.  Kyle cocked his head to the side in agreement.  “But I don’t want to.  I just wish I knew what I could do.”

“Well, for one, you need to walk into this building everyday knowing and understanding the history of this hockey club beyond just the surface level and what Brendan tells you.  But you already know what to do, Aberdeen,” Kyle said confidently.  “You just need to find it within yourself and do it.”

***

Aberdeen didn’t know where her mind was for the rest of the night.  Kyle told her she already knew what to do, and that she just had to do it, but she didn’t know what that was.  At least not yet.  It occupied her mind for the rest of the day, until the team started walking in and she greeted them all before they went into the locker room.  

When she saw Will, he was on his way up the stairs with Auston Matthews.  Word had gotten around the locker room that she’d been saying these things – that she had a wicked sense of humour – and now everyone wanted to hear it for themselves.  The game-time roast of William Nylander.  She saw him wearing a tan wool coat.  His face was red from the cold wind outside.  “You like what you see?” he asked.

“You look like a Costco hot dog.”

Auston almost fell over.  His shriek was so loud she closed her eyes from the noise.  “Jesus Christ, Auston,” she pretended to plug her ears.  

“I always knew you had it in you, Aberdeen,” he said, shaking his head and wiping the tears that fell from his eyes from laughing so hard.  

“What’s it?” she asked.

“I don’t know.  It,” he looked back at her before walking into the locker room with Will.

Now he was in on it too.  She had it inside her?  What the hell were he and Kyle talking about?  She didn’t think she was anything special, especially in the world of hockey.  

***

Instead of winning in a shootout like last week in Philadelphia, the Leafs lost in a shootout at home.  It was dumb, and she knew the players hated the shootout.  Aberdeen and Brendan arrived at the locker room at the tail end of Mike Babcock giving them a stern talking to about something they did wrong during the game, and after he was done, the boys dispersed and began to take off their gear as they always did.  She watched quietly as Will pulled his jersey over his head and began unstrapping his gear.  

Brendan was looking down at his phone when she looked at him next.  He was furiously typing something.  “Can you go pick up guests at the door, please?” he asked, not looking up from his phone.  He was probably still mad at her for earlier.  

She nodded her head and began walking down the hallway, only for Will to show up beside her, his hockey socks still on.  She figured he was being deliberately annoying, taunting her knowing that Brendan was in the same room and in close vicinity.  “Get out of here,” she mumbled.

“You get out of here.”

She rolled her eyes, reaching for the door handle and opening it.  She was greeted with a man and a woman.  The man was tall and bald, already with a smile on his face, a grey polo shirt and slacks on; the woman had long blonde hair and striking blue eyes, wearing a simple pair of jeans and a Leafs jersey.  “Hello,” she greeted them politely.  “You’re here to see Mr. Shanahan?”

“Actually…” the man began, smiling at Will.

“Hi mama, hi papa,” Will said, smiling from ear to ear, leaning in to hug both parents.

Aberdeen’s face dropped.  She took another look at the man and the woman.  Of course.  Of course they were Will’s parents.  He was a carbon copy of both of them; a perfect mix of his mother’s blue eyes and his dad’s smile.  “Mr. and Mrs. Nylander!  Hello!” she said, suddenly nervous.  When they were finished hugging their son, she extended her hand.  “I’m Aberdeen Bloom.  I’m Mr. Shanahan’s executive assistant.  It’s so nice to meet you!”

“Aberdeen?” Michael said, smiling slightly.  “Det h��r är flickan som du berättade för oss?” he switched to Swedish as he looked at Will.  [[ This is the girl you told us about? ]]

“Ja.”  [[ Yes. ]]

“Så hon var varför du var älskar sjuk hela sommaren?” Camilla asked her son.  [[ So she was why you were love sick all summer? ]]

“Jag var inte älskar sjuk,” Will furrowed his brows slightly at whatever Camilla said.  [[ I wasn’t love sick. ]]

“Säker,” Michael rolled his eyes.  [[ Sure. ]]  He focused his attention on Aberdeen again.  She’d been looking in between all of them speaking Swedish, trying to pick up on any semblance of word that sounded like English.  “It’s very nice to meet you Aberdeen,” Michael smiled.  “Will mentioned that Brendan had a new assistant.”

“There he is!” Aberdeen heard Brendan’s booming voice from down the hallway.  She looked behind her to see him making his way towards them, a giant smile on his face.  “Nice to see you guys!  Come in, come in!”

“William was just introducing us to Aberdeen,” Camilla smiled, motioning to her.

“Ah yes, my new executive assistant,” Brendan smiled at her.  She smiled nervously.  “Come come, let’s take a walk.  We need to catch up.  How is Jacqueline?”

As Michael and Camilla followed Brendan down the corridor, completely ignoring their son and Aberdeen now, Aberdeen and Will were almost alone.  She felt him grab at her elbow gently.  “You don’t actually think I look like a Costco hot dog, do you?” he asked.

She snorted, biting her bottom lip to stop from letting out a laugh and having Brendan, Michael, and Camilla look back at them.  “You really are no thoughts, head empty, aren’t you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you have no thoughts going on in that little brain of yours,” she smiled.

“I think about one thing…two things,” he clarified.

“Hockey’s one,” she knew that already.  “What’s the other one?”

“You.”

The revelation hit her like a tonne of bricks.  He had to know by now that he couldn’t just say stuff like that and expect her to have a normal reaction.  “You just love to see me squirm, don’t you?” she asked.

“I just love to see you, minskatt.”

[your-little-dinosaur]

Our Safe guards Couldnt pull me in The beams rot And I let them cave in A fortnight Spent Behind these weathered gates Worn hands slip the door and permeate the house In my world its easier to suffocate My eyes glaze my tired form emaciates The warm dark birthed me to these cold parts The birth marks Cover me on both arms If the horse dies then the foal does too I don’t wanna ever live my life without you Independence begs me to overlook truth so I do Myself is a word I use around u I just gotta a lot of pain in my chest woah woah I cannot be like him but ill do my best woah woah Lately I think I lost the fear of death woah woah Baby I can’t be saved just save ur breath oh no

Don’t let them see u cry is what u said oh oh I know that they’ll love me when im dead oh oh Ion even wanna talk about the bad no oh I like how it fuck me in my head oh oh Blood drips from my nose Stains bleed thru the snow Its these nights they will never know

Take my body and feed it to the typhoon Better than having say that strange goodbye soon Baby I would never treat u same as u treated urself I admire ur soul cause it is see thru 
late at night I drink and i fill myself up Poison pours into my open mouth and I Mean it when I say I miss how we was This the game we chose to play with our love and I know But Where’s your honour I can see pain flow fast into her mold So She left me cornered But suffering like this bring me home that’s all that I know As Toronto gets warmer I can come alive in a way that I never knew Pour it up into my soda I started rolling up purple every time im feeling blue Our Safe guards Couldnt pull me in The beams rot And I let them cave in A fortnight Spent Behind these weathered gates Worn hands slip the door and permeate the house and In my world its easier to suffocate My eyes glaze the sweat on me evaporates The warm dark birthed me to these cold parts The birth marks Cover me on both arms

Don’t let them see u cry is what u said oh oh I know that they’ll love me when im dead oh oh Ion even wanna talk about the bad no oh I like how it fuck me in my head oh oh Blood drips from my nose Stains bleed thru the snow Its these nights they will never know

[holidcy]

i am actually embarrassed to say how long this intro too me to write out ? so im not gonna say it ! it’s not like it took be 3 hours or anything 👀 . and for what ? idk because this intro is a mess . but anyways ... i’m mia , i’m a whole twenty years old which really just feels like a glorified teenager but whatever , we’re not here to talk about that right now . we’re here to talk about my lil baby holly . guys she is literally the sweetest human ever ? but also ? to sensitive for her own good and really the good of those around her ? very happy feet energy coming form this girl . but without further ado , below you can read up on holly & if you wanna plot give this a like . also my discord is 𝖒𝖌𝖐'𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖊#9789 if you wanna plot there or just generally chat !

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐇

full name: holiday elena addams nickname: holly ( she’s basically turned this into her name , not one really calls her holiday ) , holls , elle ( by her parents ) birthday: june 3rd birthplace: chicago , illinois hometown: highland park , illinois ( although the family home was located in highland park her parents would in chicago and holly even attended private school in chicago ) residence: new york city , new york nationality: american ( est. 1999 through birth )  ethnicity: english ( maternal & paternal , 50% ) , polish ( maternal , 25% ) , spanish ( paternal , 25% ) religion: catholicism  orientation: heterflexible ( she claims being straight but in all actually she’s not closed off to anything despite not having much experience outside the opposite gender ) languages spoken: english ( fluent , first language ) , spanish ( fluent , second language ) , polish ( conversation , third language ) , mandarin  ( conversational , fourth language ) . father: leandro oliver addams  ( 49 years old )  was born & raised in chicago , illinois by a politician / businessman & a philanthropist . leandro went on to take a little bit from both of his parents as he is a highly esteemed business tycoon as well as being regarded as one of the most charitable men in the world .  ( relationship:  there has never been a day that has gone by where the two didn’t get along . if there is anyone in this world who gets holly it is her father . truly , daddy’s little girl . the two of them are as thick as thieves . ) mother : susanna renee addams ( nee daniels ) ( 48 years old ) was born & raised in long island , new york . the daughter of a hedge fund investor & a stay at home mother . susanna grew to be an amazing cosmetologist and which the help of her father’s amazing business mind she was able to start up a salon in new york city . she gained the most devoted clientele , loving every second of her work . she took a break for almost a decade before deciding to return to the beauty industry . today she has salons across the globe in chicago , los angeles , toronto , london , and new york city .  ( relationship: susanna often had to play bad cop when it came to parenting and because of this the two butted heads quite often whilst holly was growing up . despite this , her mom is her role model and the two have always had a friendship that underlined their mother - daughter relationship .  ) social class: upper education: attending new york university ( s. 2018 ) she spent her first year of university at usc , she’s majored in creative writing at both universities  career: author ( her book is a coming of age mystery called privilege that she’s recently admitted to writing the full book during a coke binge ) , internet personality , philanthropist , socialite , and student  notoriety: being apart of the prominent addams family , amassing over 32m followers on all social media platforms , publishing a new york times best selling book at the age of seventeen . weight: 120lbs height: 5′5″ hair color: brown ( with blonde highlights ) eye color: brown positive traits: benevolent, high spirited , extroverted , romantic , honest , affectionate , intelligent , friendly , ambitious , passionate , approachable , charming  negative traits: immature , vain , garrulous , critical , sensitive , stubborn , inattentive , naive , sarcastic , obsessive , insecure , impractical , irritable likes: anything strawberry flavored , flowers , driving fast , pink , watching the first snow fall , birthday parties , lips gloss , netflix , sunkissed skin , dogs , peanut butter , agatha christie , redecorating , driving with the windows down , long plane rides , denim jackets , taco bell , orange juice , makeup , sports , female empowerment , online shopping , fresh berries , roller skating , photography , writing , tea dislikes: liars , driving in the snow , coffee , having no siblings , deep water , bad drivers , body shaming , pizza , hateful people , being rushed , cuss words , repetition , disloyalty , being alone ,  horror movies , dentists , silence , cheap perfume , criticism , the unknown , traffic , wine , poptarts ,  small spaces ,  hobbies: reading with a hot cup of tea , video editing in the back of a car , smoking before bed to help fall asleep , going out to eat with her parents , napping , hiding alcohol in her bedroom , painting alternate universe cartoons , attending big soirees , stashing drugs in jewelry boxes , sleepovers with her closest friends , talking the dogs on walks , early morning instagram lives , old disney marathons , scribbling in a notebook while snuggled up in bed  chara inspo: olivia baker ( all american ) , leila faisal ( all american ) , tan france ( queer eye ) , elena gilbert ( the vampire diaries ) , dorothy gale ( wizard of oz ) , lucy pevensie ( chronicles of narnia ) , lara jean ( to all the boys i loved before ) , elle woods ( legally blonde ) ,��jeffree star , jenny humphrey ( gossip girl ) , cassie howard ( euphoria ) fashion inspo: vsco girls , bella hadid , megan markle , rihanna , selena gomez , perrie edwards , emma watson aesthetics: ghostly sounding music playing as background music to a pen to paper , eyes widened at the chance to do something positive , the annoying beg for approval , infectious energy , a pout so crippling , the swell of regret as you sneak a bottle into your bedroom , tanned skin tousling with silk sheets , big eyes threatening to shed a tear , the zip of a pink mclaren 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋��𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐑𝐀

holly is the only child to leandro and susanna addams ( the addams family 👀 ) . she was born with not just a silver spoon but the silver spoon . the addams are a prominent american family , that are regarded as one of the leading industrialist during the gilded age . in short her families been billionaire rich for a long time and are known as one of the families to bring wealth to the city of chicago . she was incredibly spoiled growin gup as you would assume but by the grace of her parents teachings she was anything but a brat . she had being filthy rich and being an only child working against her and she still managed to be the most giving and down to earth child . from a young age holly would give her toys to other kids during play dates & ask her parents if she could donate the things she didn’t use anymore to the less fortunate . 

although her father had a busying career as he took over the family company just a year before holly was born , but in spite of that he always made time for his family . luckily her mother had stepped away from her career soon after meeting holly’s father , so she was able to be a stay at home mom and be there for every important moment of holly’s life . by the way , susanna was straight of of a real housewives show only just an overall better person ? they had dinner together as a family every night , threw parties at the house for every big moment in holly’s life . everything from birthdays , graduations , academic honors , to becoming captain of the cheerleading team and everything in between warranted a celebration in the eyes of susanna and leandro . 

she grew up extremely sheltered , mostly because her parents wanted to keep their little girl well their little girl . they didn’t want the world to taint her . she went to church every sunday and even wednesday nights , if she wanted to have a sleepover it was always at the addams household , and her parents met the parent/s of every kid she befriended growing up . 

despite their attempts her parents couldn’t shield her from one thing . getting her heart broken and at sixteen she experience her first bout of heart break . the boy she’d falling head over heels for just stopped talking to her one day , with no rhythm or reason he moved on to another girl with a blink of an eye . she couldn’t understand why ( pst ? it was because she slept with him and that was all he wanted to begin with ) someone could be so cruel an play with someones heart like that . it was her first experience of how the world could really work and in all honesty , holly couldn’t handle it . she got her hands on her parents bar room in the house and would literally drink every night before bed so she could sleep . 

this soon turned into her going to parties , promising her parents "i just want to hang out with my friend , i wont touch any alcohol” and her promise was always kept , she didn’t touch alcohol at these parties instead she smoke weed and on the chance one of her friends had it on them she’d do a line . 

this double life , if you would , didn’t lead to any real issues , at least not while she was in highschool . she still graduated top of her class  and even got accepted into her dream school university of southern california .  it wasn’t until she was a semester deep in usc that she realized she was losing control over her life . maybe it was a mix of her derailing mental state , being separated from her parents , and the los angeles social make up . whatever it was holly wasn’t too far gone to see she needed help . 

instead of going back to school the following semester holly checked herself into rehab . her parents freaked out , unaware their daughter had touched a substance a day in her life . it was a long process and took alot of owning up for her own wrong doings but after a couple months she checked out of rehab and flew out to her parents .

she had decided upon leaving rehab that her best bet directly after getting out would be to surround herself with people who loved her . during her short stint in california her parents had made the temporary move to new york city so that her mom could focus on the salon in the city , so holly transferred to new york university to continue her studies and be around her parents .

she lives under their roof , despite being more than self efficient thanks to her multiple branches of income including her trust fund but she figures there is only so much more time before they leave to go back to chicago that the more time she spends with them the better off she’ll be when they leave the city . speaking of , she doesn’t know her parents will be leaving the city in the next few months . on a positive note they plan on paying the rent in the apartment they live in for her until she finds somewhere she likes better .   

today , holly is a sober ( she smokes weed here and there but it’s not a addictive so it fine 🙄 ) and happy . although due to how sensitive the girl is anything could make her snap , she’s incredibly fragile guys . like capable of having a mental break at any moment but like we ignore it because if we bring it up it’ll happen . wooo . 

not so fun fact ? when she has an off day she’ll literally sit in her room holding either a bottle she had hidden in her walk in closet or stares at the coke she keeps in her jewelry box . she hasn’t used any of it but she tells herself its there as a reminder when really it’s a crutch for if she ever needs it again , she has easy access .

secret time ? she pushed her ex boyfriend of a balcony while she was drunk . this happened before she went to rehab ... perhaps you could say it was what prompted her to realized her crazy ass needed to go to rehab . ummm , it’s not acceptable and she knows this but one thing we all need to know about holly is that holly + substances + being upset = toxic shit that is always the equation and there is never another answer to it . 

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

a girl squad or just a squad in general really , give my baby her lil group of people please

maybe a fellow chicago native ? who she dated in highscool and you know is the one who dropped her like a hot potato after she slept with him

ex hook ups 

frenemies but more like a blair & lil j circa season 1 situation ? 

someone who just doesn’t like her , but like she does everything she can think of to get them to like her 

an unrequited ting were he’s leading her one so he can sleep with her ?

or maybe someone has a crush on holly but she just doens’t have the heart to tell them she’s not interested so now here she is kissing and OMG YUP NOW SHES SLEEPING W THEM ...

someone she races ? she loves cars especially fast ones

a we hang out and watch/obsess over sports but the whole time i can’t help but think about how hot you are kinda vibe ?

someone who is v bad for her and they know it but she doesn’t care because she like them so much & he likes her too but knows he’ll hurt her ?!

someone who sees that she might be teetering on falling off the wagon ( maybe they were over her place and saw the stash of substances all over her room ), maybe they’re trying to get her to stop smoking weed bc they feel like for her that’s a huge gateway  

smoking buddies where they literally just hot box cars together and munch on taco bell talking about why sound vibrates & shit

someone who she used to party with & be wild with ( could be from chi or nyc because she visited alot as a kid ) and now they feel like she’s a lame bc she’s sober

she’s a good influence on them ? they’re a bad influence on her ? ride or dies ? partners in crime ? only friends when there is a substance involved ? sugar baby vibes ? unlikely friends ? flings ? crush ? friends with benefits ? everytime they are around one another its a fight ? someone she lets crash at her parents place sometimes ? someone she’s backstabbed but like she got tricked into doing it ? anything fluffy , anything angsty ... reall just anything you got , i’ll take ! 

[butgilinsky]

scatterbrain // sm

warning; cute shit(:

summary; shawn’s felt scatterbrained all day long, but relaxes when he sees his girlfriend has surprised him on tour. 

shawn shook his head and jumped up and down repeatedly as he stood on the side of the stage that he was supposed to go on in less than 60 seconds. his mind had been clouded the entire day, but he couldn’t pinpoint the reason for it. he just hoped it wouldn’t interfere with his show tonight. 

as he walked on stage and heard the entire stadium erupt in screams, he felt a smile twitch at his lips. he couldn’t help the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he started the set. 

after a few songs, he felt on top of the world and just wanted to soak in the moment. he couldn’t help the smile that spread from ear to ear as he stared out at the thousands of people who had come to see him play his music. 

“how are you guys doing?” he asked sweetly, earning various screams in response. “i’m sorry if i forget the lyrics to any of my songs tonight, i’ve felt a bit scatterbrained all day.” he laughed when everyone responded with things like ‘it’s okay’ and ‘we still love you’. 

when he finished his part of the set that involved the band, he was left on stage by himself with just an acoustic guitar, which made him smile. he missed just playing his acoustic on stage. 

“i uh- i want to play a song that i haven’t played in a while. just bear with me i have to get a different guitar. i didn’t plan on playing this song but it just kinda hit me right now- okay i’ll shut up.” he let a soft laugh pass his lips as he looked off stage and saw andrew who was looking at him with his arms spread out in confusion. 

“can you get my ‘show you’ guitar?” andrew looked at him with wide eyes and titled his head to the side, obviously not knowing which guitar that one is. “ask brian.” andrew left momentarily, yelling for brian and running around back stage. soon enough he appeared with a guitar that closely resembled the one he previously had, but was tuned differently. 

“thanks man.” he thanked his manager before returning to the microphone. “okay, hi i’m back.” he said into the mic, earning multiple cheers. 

“this is a song from my very first album-” he got cut off by the loud crowd, which made him laugh. “i wrote it for my girlfriend, well she’s my girlfriend now. she wasn’t when i wrote this- oh my god i’m rambling.” he laughed to himself, knowing that his scatterbrain was affecting him more and more as time ticked on. 

“okay anyways, i hope you enjoy.” he started playing his guitar, revealing the song he was playing and earning a bunch of cheers, encouraging him to play on. 

all of the fans who had been there from before the first album was released were emotional, knowing little bits and details of what shawn was going through at this time. they found themselves smiling wider than they had been the entire concert just seeing him delve into this time of his life. 

he started singing the lyrics to ‘strings’, a good portion of the room singing along. what he didn’t know was that the girl that had been on his mind all day long was sitting far enough from him so that he couldn’t see her, but close enough for her to see him without the help of the large screens on the sides of the stage. 

she smiled widely when he best friend wrapped her arms around her neck and sang along with the song being played. 

the girl had jumped through many hoops to avoid shawn all day. she talked to brian all day, making sure she didn’t go to places where shawn was. she made sure that she didn’t make any wrong moves, and when fans spotted her she begged them to wait to post pics or say anything until after the concert. so far it had all been smooth sailing. 

when shawn reached the chorus, y/n was smiling widely and screaming the lyrics quite loudly. fans around her were singing with the two girls, shocked that they got seats near y/n. sicne her appearance at this concert was secret to everybody except for a few people on shawn’s team, there were a ton of snapchat posts about her, which she didn’t mind much since shawn didn’t use snapchat most of the time, and he couldn’t see his fans’ stories anyways. 

after the song had finished, shawn sighed in relief, smiling widely. “thanks for letting me play that out of the blue. it helped a lot with my-” he waved his hand around his head, to being able to come up with a word for what he was feeling. “now, back to your regularly scheduled concert.” he smiled brightly as he continued to play the rest of his set. 

when shawn left the stage for the first time, y/n and y/f/n left their seats, saying goodbye to the girls around her that had been nice to them all night long. shawn was coming back on for a few encore songs, but she’d have to watch them from backstage. 

the two girls ran around the halls of the stadium as fast as they could without passing their turns. the girls reached an elevator that a man was standing in front of, but soon the doors opened and brian appeared. he said something to the man before grabbing an arm on both girls and dragging them into the elevator. 

when they reached their respective floor, brian walked out first, as if he was looking for anyone who couldn’t see them just yet. when he figured the hall was clear, he waved the girls over. when he heard shawn’s voice back on stage, the three of them relaxed. while y/f/n hung out with brian, away from the stage of course, y/n went to wait in shawn’s dressing room. 

she watched the rest of shawn’s performance on a tv in the room, and smiled widely when he said goodnight for the last time. she bit her lip in anticipation as she stood in the middle of the room, fidgeting with her hands. 

soon enough, the door opened and shawn had his head hanging back, eyes screwed shut and letting out a loud laugh at something brian said to him. when he moved his head back to it’s normal position and opened his eyes, he stopped walking for a second and stared at his girlfriend wide eyes and jaw dropped. 

“y/n!” he ran forward, scooping the girl up effortlessly. he wrapped both of his arms around her torso, clinging to her as tightly as he could while she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

he buried his face into the crook of her neck, and she let a loud laugh pass when he started peppering her with kisses. he sat on the couch in the room, still clinging to the girl with everything he had. 

he couldn’t find words, his scatterbrain in full effect. 

“hi baby.” she cooed, kissing the side of his head and trying to lean back so she could see the boy’s face. 

“i just want to hold you.” he mumbled, tightening his grip on the girl. 

“you can hold me every night for the rest of the tour.” she whispered, pressing her lips against the part of his neck right below his ear. 

the boy snapped his head back and stared at the girl with a confused but ecstatic expression. 

“but there’s six shows left.” he spoke softly, but she just smiled and nodded at the boy. 

“and i’m coming to all of them.” she smiled brightly, making him return to his original position of squeezing her tightly. 

she ran her hand through the boys hair on the back of his head, letting her nails lightly scratch his scalp. the boy relaxed in his girlfriend’s grip, finally feeling the weight lift off of his shoulders. 

the girl felt her chest ache when she felt the boy’s stomach cave in slightly. 

“shawn” she leaned back and saw the boy’s red eyes, along with a stray tear on his cheek. “shawn im here. right here. i’ll be here the rest of the two weeks and i’ll be there when you’re on a plane to toronto. i’ll be there when you get home and i’ll be with you everyday until your next tour.” she tried to put his mind at ease, but it already was. 

he wasn’t sad, he had just had a flood of emotions hit him all at once from the pure relaxation he felt within her grasp. 

“i just love you. more than i thought i’d ever be able to love a person in my entire life.” she smiled widely and pressed her lips to his forehead. 

“till death do us part, my love.” she smiled when she set her chin atop his head. 

“we’re not married yet.” he laughed slightly and she smiled widely. 

“we could be.” the boy leaned back and looked up at the girl he had been with for three years, shocked by her words. 

“you’re joking.” he said, not wanting her to agree, but shocked beyond belief. 

“not in the slightest.” she beamed at him, making him laugh and hug her even tighter. 

“did you just propose to me?” the boy cocked his head to the side, making the girl let out a loud laugh that resinated from her stomach. 

“i guess you could call it that.” she shrugged softly. he stood up with the girl still wrapped around his torso, one arm wrapped around her back for support while the other reached into a duffle bag that was shoved in the corner of the room. 

he pulled something out and went back to sitting on the couch, moving what he had in his hand in between the two of them. the little navy box made her eyes widen, without him even opening it. 

“you’re joking.” she repeated his words from earlier but he just shook his head, his curls bouncing in the process. 

“not in the slightest.” he nudged his nose against hers before springing the box open, revealing a dainty but gorgeous ring. the band was thin and the circular diamond in the center was smaller than her finger, but she fell in love with it the second she laid eyes on it. “i know you don’t like obnoxious pieces of jewelry so i figured small and simple, but i thought it was stunning-”

“it’s perfect.” she cut him off, kissing him quickly after. “but you have to ask me before i put it on.” shawn smiled brightly at the girl, taken aback by how much he falls in love with her with every passing second. 

“y/n y/m/n y/l/n, will you do me the absolute honor of walking down the aisle in a beautiful white gown, while all of our friends and family watch us talk about how much we love each other, change your last name to mendes and please marry me?” she nodded vigorously, not feeling happier in her entire life. the boy laughed before sliding the ring onto the correct finger. 

the two embraced for what felt like the hundredth time, just enjoying being with each other for the first time since his tour started. 

“i love you shawn mendes.”

“and i love you, y/n mendes.” 

[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather: Chapter 12: You’re Invited, But Your Friends Can’t Come

August 1985

It was My Bazzar Magazine Fashion New York Shoot today and I was very excited. I never thought I would get to this point. My Sports Illustrated Magazine shoot gave me more opportunities. I was getting more calls to do more magazines and more calls for movie auditions next year. I was making more money then I could imagine, and Tamara was over the moon with how I was presenting my self.

Speaking of Tamara, she had no clue about what happened with me when I went out with the Motley boys. And I wasn't planning on telling her.

"Hey girl you ready for your shoot?" Lisa asks walking into my change room.

"Just about." I smile.

"Don't smile." The glam team states as there doing my make up.

"Sorry."

I was finally done and I was ready to go. I looked amazing. I walked over to Lisa who was holding a camera. She wanted to take a picture with me. And I was happy to. We walked out of the room and into the hall. She looked like she wanted to say something but was a bit hesitant to.

"What's wrong Lisa?" I stopped her and asked.

"Its nothing it's just.... I haven't heard from Vince since the after party and.. I mean.... well... he told me he would call me." She shrugs.

I should have told Lisa this is how they behave. They sleep with girls and take off. You can't expect a real relationship to come from any one of them. Not even Tommy who is gaga over Heather.

"Look I'm going to take my pictures and then when Im done we'll talk more about this." I continued walking.

"Ok. It could probably be because Nikki got you high and drunk. Maybe that's why he's avoiding me." She crossed her arms.

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Lisa with wide eyes. What did she mean by Nikki got me high and drunk.

"Wait Nikki said I drank too much punch that had whiskey in it." I stated.

"You did buuuut when you were alittle tipsy he gave you brownies that had weed in it. And then got you high and took you to the bar and ordered you cranberry juice and jack. And that got you drunk." She giggled. "I thought he told you."

My breathing started to get heavy. I should have known that he would do that. And what makes it worse is that he was busy calling the hotel begging to speak me. And I let his call come through and spoke to him. He was talking casually to me like he didn't do a single thing. Every time I think he's a good guy something always comes up to tell me other wise. I even went as far as to thank him for taking care of me while I was drunk. Not knowing that he was the one that actually got me to that point.

"Mani....Mani." Lisa hit my shoulder.

"Sorry I'm good let's just go." I continued walking out to the set. I was to be taking a picture beside a white stallion in a barn area of some sort out side. I felt agitated and annoyed. I was suppose to be focusing on this shoot but instead I was focused on how much I was starting to hate Nikki. And hate is a strong word that we should not be using. But I'm using it, and it's being used on Nikki Sixx.

"Alright Miss Darlington grab the horse." The photographer shouted. I grabbed the horse with thoughts of Nikki in my head. Is there a reason why he didn't tell me that he was the one that got me drunk. Questions were running through my mind and I needed answers.

"Alright that's a wrap". The photographer shouted.

I headed towards my dressing room and just sat there looking at my self in the mirror.

Nikki Sixx equals trouble. ________

September 25, 1985

I have been waiting for this week to come by and it is finally here. New York fashion week. It was being held in Manhattan at the skylight Clarkson Square. I already booked 15 shows and was paid a lot of money for it. I walked down the aisle with my head held high owning it. Tamara actually cried, I was shocked. But she was so happy to see me up there.

My whole family showed up for the show. And also some friends. I called Slash and his family to see if they could come but unfortunately he wasn't able too. However he did have some good news for me. He found a band in July. He was trying to get a hold of me but I was so busy it was hard for us to talk. I think the bands name is Guns N Roses. He told me that they were playing in LA at clubs like the Whisky a Go Go, Trabadour, and The Roxy. After im finished in New York I'll head down to LA to check out there gig. I'm very happy for him.

Also Motley Crues Theater of pain album has been climbing to the top of the charts. So much for Vince saying that the album sucked. Speaking of Vince, I invited him to come and watch me walk my first runway. But not just for that, today was the last day of fashion week. But it's also my Birthday, and I'm having a party well actually a dinner. Vince agreed not to tell the other guys seeing as my family was here and I didnt want anything bad to happen. My mom really liked Vince. It turns out that Vince was quite the charmer. My sisters even liked him. Me and Vince agreed not to say anything about Vince being in the band Motley Crue.... for now. We settled on him being Lisa's date. And yes I got Vince to call Lisa, I felt really bad. But is it weird that I was starting to like Vince..... a lot.

As for Nikki he called and tried to talk to me but I confronted him and ended up hanging the phone on his lying behind. He's been calling non stop after that leaving crazy messges. Personally, I think he's psychotic. He should have just told the truth. But knowing him, its always lies that come out of his mouth. And I wasn't going to beleive a single thing he had to say.

We ate dinner and everyone got along well. I finally had somthing go right... for now. _______

October 18, 1985, Toronto Canada

12:00 pm

A couple days after my first runway and birthday I headed home for a bit of a much needed break. Especially because I was doing interview after interview and commercials. Me and my sisters just got back from shopping we bought alot of things, well I bought alot of things. Just to have some sister time felt so good. Since I became famous we haven't spent alot of time with each other so it was nice going out.

We started taking our clothes out of our shopping bags and trying them on.

"This dress is really nice I should wear it when we go out some time." I looked over at Selena she's the oldest but shes really short. She put on a short blue dress and it really looked nice on her.

"I think so too. I like this skirt and top." I say putting the clothing on the bed matching them together. "You guys care too much about what you wear it's annoying." Felicia my younger sister is a tom boy she likes wearing mostly T-shirts and sweat pants. Where as Selena and I like dressing up. Maya the youngest was 2 so we usually dressed her up.

"Iman phone!" My mom yelled.

"Who is it?" I asked

"Vince!"

I ran to go get the phone. "Vince hey what's up!"

"Hey Mani, guess what?"

"What?" I said,

"Motley Crue is in Toronto baby!"

He shouted with excitment. I thought he was joking but when I looked and saw the number on the phone. I realized it was a number at one of the hotels downtown.

"No way, oh my God we have to chill."

"Hell yeah we do girl. So uuuuh can you call up some of your friends and come down to the Maple Leaf Gradens show today?"

"Is that where you guys are playing?"

"Yeah you should come watch us. This show is gonna be fucking crazy!"

"Considering what happened last time when I went to go see you guys in New York and ended up a drunk mess in Nikki's room. I think it would be a great idea to pass on that. I can meet you before the show and we can go out. I know some really fun places."

"Oh yeah sorry about that."

"We'll talk more when I see you, what hotel are you staying at?"

"The Hilton. Meet me there for about 4."

"Sounds great."

"Listen I didnt-"

(Loud yelling)

"Hello, hello, Vince?" All I could hear was loud yelling and the phone being hit around.

"Hello.... Vince?"

"Mani?"

I can't even tell you how fast I dropped the phone. It was Nikki. And I had no intention of speaking to him. ________

3:15 pm

I called up some of my friends and we drove down to the Hilton. My crew was Mia, Ashley, and Anna. We met in elementary school and stayed friends. They have always been there for me. We had other friends but us four were the tightest. We were ride or dies. They were so excited to meet Vince. My friends are like me but a bit worse. I won't lie they're very judgemental divas and would never settle for less. Oh like me, so never mind. I told them about the rest of the Motley boys. But they weren't interested in them especially because of the way they looked. We finally made it to the hotel and I called Vince from downstairs.

"Hey there sugar!" Vince shouted.

"Hey Vince!" I shouted back. I ran and gave him a big hug. We both walked backed to my friends. They started giggling and smiling as if me and Vince were a couple.

"My friend Mia drove so were going to go in her car and go to this wings place." I smiled.

Vince put his arm around me and smiled with all teeth. "That sounds great sweetheart."

"Yeah that does sound great." We heard a voice behind us and we all turned around. It was Nikki and Tommy.

"Oh h..hey guys. Uh we were just heading out." Vince said in a nervous voice. Nikki was glaring at me. It was a look that I couldn't even read. But I knew he was angry. And so was Tommy.

"Hope we can join you. I mean we weren't invited." Tommy snorted and glared at us.

"Theres no room in my car. It only seats five people sorry." Mia stated and smirked at Tommy.

"Sweety we don't need your cheap car we have limos. Were rockstars." Nikki and Tommy pushed passed us and walked out.

This was going to be a very chaotic afternoon. ______

We arrived at Wings Palace and everyone ordered what they wanted. The boys were so loud and ordered alot of alcohol. They started getting very rowdy and people were staring at us. Some were disapproving of them while others were taking pictures of us. Young fans came over to ask for autographs and some girls would even go as far as to ask them to sign there breasts. And I mean lift up there shirts right there with no bra. Yuk.

"So why the fuck weren't we invited out hmm?" Tommy asked looking at me.

"Uh well..... I didn't know if you wanted to come." I scratched my head. Wow Iman great lie Tommy's down for anything.

"I smell a bullshitter." Nikki snorted looking at me.

"What ever Nikki." I rolled my eyes. Nikki sat right beside me in the booth he was on the right I was in the middle and Mia on my other side. Vince sat across, he was in the middle Anna on his right and Ashley on his left he had both arms around them. They were in heaven. Tommy sat in chair pulled up to the table.

"So Vince what's it's like being a Rock Star. I see the whole bad boys behaviour on TV but you honestly don't look the type." Ashley smiled.

"Pfft." Nikki snorted "Vince is just as bad as us."

"Probably, but he looks better that's for sure." Anna cooed.

"Why cause he's a blonde hair bitch." Tommy and Nikki laughed.

"Y'know jealousy dosen't look good on you two." Ashley sneered.

"Neither does your hair cut." Nikki laughed.

I turned and glared at Nikki. "knock it off." I hissed.

"Fuck off." He said flipping me off.

"Here are your wings boys." The server said as she brought our wings. She looked over at Nikki and smiled.

"Thank you bye now." I shooed her away.

"Jealous are we." Nikki smirked.

"I would never be jealous of a girl that wanted to talk to you." I snorted.

"You know Iman at one point I actually thought you were a cool chick, but seeing as you didn't even want me and Sixx around to meet your stiff friends I think your a fucking bitch." Tommy says waving his hands at me.

"Wow real classy I can see why she didn't invite you two losers." Mia said as she bit a wing.

"Fuck you stupid cunt!" Nikki shouted throwing wings at Mia.

"Nikki stop!" I shouted.

"Get these losers out of here. You think because your rockstars you can talk to people any how you want!" Mia shouted.

"Ok woah guys now calm down." Vince raised his hands up.

"This is why I didnt invite you two. Everytime I go out with you two something always happens. Your either drunk or high or both!" I yelled and pushed Nikki out of the booth.

Nikki got up and thrashed the table throwing all the food to the floor and spilling the drinks every where on everyone.

"Fuck you bitches! I heard you were hear and I wanted to say sorry for what I did last time!" He gestured to me. "But I change my mind, you deserved to look like a drunken whore at that party!" Nikki yelled in my face.

My eyes went wide. I didn't know whether I wanted to slap him across the face or kill him. Instead, I got out of the booth and ran out of the building. I had enough of this guy and I wasn't going to put up with him any longer.

"Iman wait!" Nikki shouted and ran after me.

I picked up my pace and ran faster with tears filling my eyes and running down my cheeks. I didnt want to see any one, I just wanted to get as far away from them as possible. I ran straight inside the downtown Library were I knew I wouldn't be found.

"Iman!" Nikki shouted, or I thought I wouldn't be found. I ran up the stairs and stood in the corner of the library. Taking my hands and rubbing my wet face.

"God Nikki just leave me alone!" I shouted.

"No!" He shouted back.

"Shh" we were both startled by the librarian who came over to us "This is a quiet library not a place for you guys to be yelling. You can do that outside." The librarian hissed. We both looked at each other and rolled our eyes.

"Please just leave me alone Nikki." I whispered.

"No." He argues. "Not until you hear me out." I rolled my eyes.

"Look princess I fucked up at the party when I got you drunk ok and I'm sorry. I didn't tell you because... because I knew if I did you would never speak to me again. And I didn't want that for us."

I sighed."Nikki I would rather you tell me the truth than lie in my face. It makes me wonder what else you actually lie about."

"Ok you want to talk truth. Well why did you invite Vince to your first runway and Birthday? You didn't even tell me, Tommy, or fucking Mick about it? What kind of bullshit is that?" Nikki raised his voice turning me to face him.

I should kill Vince for saying anything to them. I told him not to and now I have to answer for it.

"Well me and Vince became close we talk now and then. I tell him about things I'm doing and he tells me about the things he's doing." I say looking at my feet. I looked back up and Nikki and he just had a sad expression on his face.

"And you can't do that with me? That's what your basically trying to say right?"

"No Nikki I cant! And I don't want to!" I said that with a harsh tone. I wanted to hurt him like he hurt my feelings back at Wings Palace and for every other place he had hurt me. But when I looked into his eyes he looks like he could cry right now. And I felt a bit guilty for what I said. Until his face changed into the angry Nikki I was used to seeing.

"Fine fuck you then!" He snapped and walked away.

I met back up with my friends and we hung around later then I expected. We stayed for the show which turned out to be great. I had to call my mom from the arena so she wouldn't freak out. But she wanted me home anyways. We said our goodbyes to Vince and Mick. Tommy and Nikki ignored me and my friends. So that was a great night. Not!

_____ 3.22 am

I was in my room sleeping when all of a sudden a car horn started going off outside and someone started screaming my name at the top of their lungs. It was probably a crazy fan. All the lights went on and everyone ran out of their rooms and headed to the front door. I looked out the door and..oh my God it was Nikki. He was smiling drunkenly at me with his Jack Daniel's bottle in his hand. He was still in his stage clothes and he looked like a mess. Tommy was with him grabbing him trying to get him back in the car. How the hell did they know where I lived.

"Oh there look T bone! Awww theres my princess! Look how fucking beautiful you are!" Nikki slurred.

I moved and hid behind the door so he wouldnt see me again. I can't believe this guy came here like this. I'm so embarrassed.

"No! Mani baby please I'm sorry. I just...I'm a mess!" He slurred and fell on the ground with his bottle spilling.

"Who is this man?" My mom yelled "call security right now and get these dirty drunks off my property now!" My demanded. "Get off my property or I'll call the cops!" She yelled in there direction.

"Look im really sorry I'll take him home please don't call the cops!" Tommy shouted back.

"Mani baby just wait for me please. I'll get my shit together I promise! Just dont break yours!" Nikki shouted as Tommy picked him up and through him in the back of the car.

"I'm really sorry!" Tommy shouted and waved. He got in his car and drove off.

My mom shut the door and looked at me with a straight face. "Start talking now!" She shouted at me.

"I don't... I don't know those guys." I said with a hesitant voice.

"Do not lie in my face. Cause if I find out that your involved with any guy. You are done with your career. Especially if he looks like that pile of junk outside! They look like a bunch of leather head rock stars! Well not for my daughter! You will get a good Catholic man!" My mom pointed in my face.

"I don't know him, it happens in LA a lot when I'm on the streets." I whispered. I was terrified of my mom. I felt like I was about to pee in my pants when she gave me that look. The sweat was drizzling down my face and in my Pitts. My breathing was heavy and I felt like I was going to pass out.

"Good for nothing rock star junkies is what they are." She walked away and my sisters looked at me then walked upstairs to there room. I hated lying to my mom, but this lie had to be told.

I walked up to my room and I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. I thought about the promise that I made to Nikki. A promise that unfortunately I would have to break. My mom would never accept Nikki. Even if I ended up falling in love with someone like him. She could never accept him for all his chains and leather.

[tradetobest]

That fan art of Jamie is stunning!! I love it!! You did such an amazing job. So talented, as is your writing :)

I do hope you write that little scene to go with the art. I know I would read it :)

yeah ill literally cry thank you so much im going to sob my eyes out!!! CRIES !!!!

for best effect PLEASE listen to this if you didnt listen to the song from my original post literally begs. hope you like this

jamie has always loved the city. growing up in toronto had instilled in him a love for the noise and movement that a city provides, the near constant background noise of cars and people and life that colour its character and being.

anaheim is no different, and his and trevor's roof provides a perfect glimpse into both the quiet of suburbia and an overview of the city, the echoes of cars just barely reaching his ears, a perfect backdrop for playlist-filled nights. or, nights like this one, where jamie has been grinding on the guitar for weeks and just—

"i just..." he trails off, looking up at trevor, "i've been—i've been working on this for... i like this song, so just no playlist for now."

"jamie, do you ever think i'm going to say no to free music, c'mon," trevor plops both himself and the speaker down on the roof, all criss cross apple sauce and patiently waiting for jamie to start. it makes him rub his fingers nervously over the frets of his guitar, and he takes a deep breath. he can hear a car going down the street near them.

"alright. alright." jamie breathes, and starts strumming.

besides the distant rumble of the city the roof is quiet, and the opening chords echo out into the night. jamie doesn't look up at trevor's face, because if he sees it he might stumble over a lyric or fumble his fingering and he really wants to get through this perfectly, just like he's been practising.

he opens his mouth and starts to sing.

now, as he had discovered through much trial and error, singing while playing is hard, because multitasking is hard. he'd never been one of those people who could use two parts of his brain like that, never been one to chirp while stick handling his way towards the goal. he's sure if trevor ever set his one track mind on performing some taylor swift song he could do it in a week, at the longest. but, jamie had powered through the way his brain had almost made his hands just stop working as he sang, and now here he is.

thinking about it now, taylor swift might have been a bit more straight forward than a song his mother used to play in the car, but trevor had been the one to introduce him to taylor swift, and all feelings he has about her and her music are entwined inextricably with trevor.

he needed to convey something more, so joni mitchell it was.

this song especially invokes a certain feeling in his heart, a special ache for the simplicity that comes along with childhood, the basic love of the world that comes from being young, the feeling of finding joy in the simple once again, the simplicity of trevor's smile and the way his eyes crinkle and the way he makes jamie's life feel simple again, makes him feel the way his golden-coated childhood memories do.

trevor is a boy wrapped in the warm yellow glow of nostalgia, classic and yet by jamie's side all the same, solid and real and touchable in the way memories are not. he's everything jamie's ever wanted and more.

jamie glances up and catches a glimpse of trevor, his golden-glow boy, staring at him in what looks like a euphoric combination of shock and awe.

his jaw is slack, his phone in his hands but lowered, camera pointed towards jamie like he was taking photos and was shocked stupid by jamie's singing, by his playing, by the song he's playing for trevor.

his eyes flit back down to his hands as the song wraps up, the last few chords echoing out into the night until it's once again city-silent. the sun is setting on trevor's face, taking him from golden through to red.

he's still got a shocked look on his face, but it's slowly morphing into a smile as he realizes jamie is looking up at him, and he places his phone to the side slowly, coming up onto his knees in a sort of aborted crawl move.

"jamie," he breathes, and jamie looks him in the eyes before flicking his gaze away, towards the city, because trevor looks intense. his gaze his dark, and the smile on his face is one jamie has only seen out of the corner of his eyes, directed to him in moments where he wasn't supposed to be looking, almost like it was a secret that trevor had to steal when jamie wasn't looking.

“jamie, that was incredible, i—” trevor reaches out and grabs the guitar out of jamie’s hands, placing it gingerly to the side and shuffling ever closer, kneeling in front of jamie and bringing up the same hand that had wrapped around the neck of the guitar to move it up to jamie’s face, cupping it just as softly as he’d grabbed the guitar.

the soft clang that the guitar strings made when the instrument was placed down echoes in jamie’s ears as he looks back at trevor.

“jamie,” he breathes again, and leans in to close the small distance between them, pressing their lips together. trevor’s lips are soft, and his chin is slightly scratchy against jamie’s. one of jamie’s hands comes up to the back of his neck to keep trevor pressed up on him and he can feel a smile spread on trevor’s lips into the kiss. 

he pulls away and smiles at jamie, and there’s the golden eye crinkle that jamie loves so much, and his heart almost explodes. 

“you learnt a song for me,” trevor murmurs, and jamie hums.

“yeah, i did,” he says, and trevor’s smile widens. 

“you’re such a sap.” 

he leans back in, connects their lips again, and jamie thinks that if being a sap could get trevor like this, than he’s glad to do it any time.

ANYWAY !!! HOPE THIS IS FINE :D!!! GLAD U LIKED MY ART THANK U

[swinterr]

Valerie I

It all started last week, when Shawn dropped the teaser normally Valerie is a very supportive girlfriend but not on this one. He was filming his music video, Valerie is spending time with her family. Finally, the day when the music video drops, Valerie didn’t watched it even the teaser.

Social Media is Social Media some people can call it their safe place but she doesn’t for her, Social Media is a platform where you see what you don’t want to see. For her, Social Media is toxic everywhere you go it reeks negativity well some may had some positive energy with their post but not all, not all. She saw some pictures that she didn’t want to see.

Valerie remembers the day when Shawn told her that he and Camila are collaborating again, His eyes has this twinkling effect that only happened when he’s happy, well he is happy very happy indeed. Valerie congratulated Shawn on his new music video on how the editing looks so good even though she didn’t watched it how Shawn and Camila looked good together, everything she complemented. Days passed Shawn is back touring and Valerie is back at Massachusetts collecting some of her things on her dorm to take home.

Shawn is very busy touring, he enjoys singing, playing guitar, hanging out with his best friends Brian and Connor. Valerie is back home in Toronto with her family. She enjoys reading books, playing archery on their yard and boxing.

Finally it happened while Valerie is getting ready for their like family-reunion-party-for-4th-of-July a picture went viral on the internet.

Valerie is out with her family when she saw the pictures but on particular picture caught her eye, she is sitting on the couch next to her sister Viviane and his husband Seth. Vernon, his brother along with his wife Jess, Vernon talking about his son Milo and Laslo (who are playing with the table designs) with their cousin Andre and Viviane is holding is baby boy named Cupid. The Valentin’s are hosting a party in their hotel in Toronto. She is scrolling down her feed in Instagram, of course being a supportive girlfriend she follows #shawnmendes

Shawn and Camila are kissing, Valerie isn’t really the type of person who will just point out something wrong, she always gathers her information before speaking. Sometimes she will answer your question with a hum as, she hums she thinks about her words she will put in the sentences, she always makes sure she will use it in a good way she also try not to offend someone.

She has enough information with all the pictures she’s been tag in the video and clips of them, she had enough. She puts her phone down the marble table.

“Viv.” She spoked softly. Valerie has a sweet, soft, light and airy voice even if she’s mad or sad she never raises her voice.

Viviane noticed something in her voice she may have a soft voice but she sounds so fragile right now. “Yes Val, something wrong?”

Vernon and Andre stopped talking, all their attention is on Valerie. Even the kids.

Valerie looks so fragile her tired watery eyes glancing up at her sister as she tugs at her sleeves on her off shoulder long sleeved Dolce & Gabanna cotton blend dress, fighting back the tears, she tries to blink faster hoping it will dry but heavy tears started flowing down her rosy cheeks.

“Can I skip the party, I think my febrile response is kicking in again.”

Andre glances at Valerie’s phone. “Oh no.” he gasped. Valerie quickly took her phone back to her clutch.

“Please, I need some time alone.” Valerie didn’t wait for their answer as she walks towards her parent explaining her febrile response which literally just mean fever.

Little does she knows the group of five started talking about the said issue.

She also didn’t wait for her parents response she walked straight to the front door, not minding the paparazzi taking a picture of her crying. Her chauffeur is holding the car door for her.

She got into the car she closes her eyes, taking deep breaths in an effort to stop never ending flow of tears. She didn’t even wait to be home, she needs to talk to Shawn ASAP. She opened her Marc Jacob clutch and took her phone out.

“Hello?” Valerie’s hoarse voice spoke through the phone, she has been crying since the pictures had come out. Nonstop tears keeps on spilling in her $2,600 worth of dress she wore.

She keeps on calling him but no answer, Shawn wasted their 3 years together and she’s not gonna waste more again no answer so she just decided to text him a message.

To: my canada 💞

Hey shawn are you there? I’ve been calling you the last 15 minutes? Are you good? i’m not gonna kept this message long. What happened to us? Did I do something wrong? I though im forever? Were forever? You know what, why did you tell me that you don’t want me anymore, its much easier than you doing this? You said that you’re just friends but I had enough. I can’t be with someone who has allegedly been dating his best friend behind my back. You said this song could be a hit, I believed in you. I hope you’re happy this is the last time that I will tell you this I love you. I love you too much to let go but this is the right thing to do. Focus on things that will make you happy and successful. xoxo

That week has been really painful to Valerie she thought all the things she should have accomplished if she wasn’t with him. She could have graduate, Shawn recently finished his tour in Europe of couse they will go to Italy as one of the places they set and Valerie has an Italian blood loved that country so much that Shawn begged Andrew to take Valerie on tour with him. Sadly, Valerie has to take online classes but it’s okay as long as she is with Shawn.

People in the internet has been taging Valerie a lot, a picture of Shawn and Camila at a diner a 4 ‘o’clock in the morning, him picking her up on her acting lessons. Basically doing what couples are supposedly doing. Shawn isn’t that open and that sweet when they were together. They looks so good.

Valerie remebers that she send Shawn a messege last week, and clearly Shawn is so busy with his lifestyle he didn’t even read it! That week was horrible, Valerie and Shawn lived in the same condo in Toronto and she practically lived in their house in Pickering.

Too bad Shawn fucked the 3 years up. Maybe it’s time for a break. So she packed her bag and zoomed off to the airport on the way to her birth land, basically soul searching. Hoping that at least she will have a good time.

Valerie and Shawn has a bucket list together, they didn’t even finished it. Actually Valerie knew that they aren’t gonna last forever, its either she And Shawn will broke up because of long distance or Shawn being bored at Valerie or Shawn finding someone new in tour, well technically he didn’t find new he just reunited with her.

Shawn’s definition of love is love isn’t something you should chase because then it isn’t real you just kinda let it happend and that exactly what happened to them.

Maybe that’s the reason.

Valerie then made a new bucket list for her to complete.

1. Buy myself a new mansion in Los Angles and sell my old one and donate the money

2. Ride an helicopter

3. Buy an island

4. Study hard! Even if it’s summer

5. LOVE YOURSELF

She didn’t feel making a long one, she will just add something of she want.

Valerie should have graduated college but then she was too focused on Shawn, good thing she didn’t have bad grades. So she shall study and make up for the time she lost.

Turns out Valerie needs to be in LA with her family for a grand opening of their new hotel, maybe she will travel next time, she already contacted her friend Bella Hadid, Bella’s father and her father are friends. Bella knew what Valerie is feeling, I mean the pictures are all over internet, so Bella invited her girlfriends and hoped that Valerie will have a good time.

the real angst is on the next part. also sorry if i disappointed someone in my writing.