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Jake Weary (Oh, Canada), Melissa Benoist (Supergirl), Rafael L. Silva (9-1-1: Lone Star), Humberly González (Ginny & Georgia), Danielle Campbell (Tell Me a Story) and Brady Hepner (The Holdovers) have joined the cast of Netflix‘s The Waterfront, written and executive produced by Kevin Williamson.

Gerardo Celasco (The Devil in Ohio) and Michael Gaston (Daredevil: Born Again) have been set in recurring roles. Zach Roerig (Vampire Diaries) will appear as a guest star. They join the previously announced cast Holt McCallany who will play Harlan Buckley and Maria Bello, who will play Mae Buckley.

Inspired by true events, the 8-episode series dives into the flawed Buckley family as their attempts to retain control of their crumbling North Carolina fishing empire drive them to increasingly dangerous means to keep themselves afloat.

Weary will play Cane Buckley, Harlan Buckley’s only son who has a complicated relationship with his father but never stops trying to do the right thing by his dad and can’t seem to say no to him. Married to Peyton and the father of a young daughter, Cane likes the money his family business affords him, a Band-Aid for the life he got instead of the life he wanted.

Benoist will play Bree Buckley, the intelligent and hot-tempered Buckley who formerly oversaw the fishery’s finances and, like her father, has allowed alcohol to ruin her bright future. After losing custody of her son, Bree struggles to maintain a relationship with him while maintaining her sobriety.

Silva will play Shawn Wilson, a newly employed bartender for the Buckleys, Shawn is intrigued by the family and carries a secret that could upend the family forever.

González will play Jenna Tate, a journalist who leaves the city to return to Beaufort to tend to her ailing father. Returning to her hometown, she is confronted with past relationships, including her high school sweetheart, Cane Buckley, who still holds a flame for her.

Campbell will play Peyton Buckley. A proper Southern woman, Peyton is built to sparkle. The wife of Cane Buckley and mother of an 8-year-old, she loves Cane and understands his complex relationship with his dad.

Hepner will play Diller Hopkins, Bree’s son who now lives with her ex-husband. Diller is a resentful teenager, a product of having an alcoholic mother. Although Bree is looking to mend their relationship, Diller treats her with hostility and turns to his grandfather Harlan, whom he idolizes.

Celasco will play DEA Agent Marcus Sanchez; Gaston as Sherrif Clyde Porter; and Roerig will play Troy.

Williamson and Ben Fast executive produce for Outerbanks Entertainment. Marcos Siega (You, Dexter: New Blood) will direct the first two episodes and serve as executive producer for the pilot. Universal Television, a division of Universal Studio Group, where Williamson is under an overall deal, is the studio.

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What A Shame

03: Don't Blame Me

Driver! Charles Leclerc x Singer! OC (Juliette Morelli)

Exes to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Childhood Sweathearts

Summary: feelings and thoughts started to boil, spilling out of the cup

Words: 2.4k

warnings: Juliette being wild and angry, drunken Charles, flashbacks are on italics

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a/n: hello loves!!!! Today is not race day BUT chapter day!!

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It was a torture. 

Everytime it was the same. Everytime I fell and I tried to get up it was as if the walls of the bottomless pit were higher and higher.

All the dreams were of her. All the memories were of her. All the thoughts were her. 

She made me crazy, hearing her all the time. During the dinner, even if everyone in the room was talking, the only voice I could hear was hers and it drove me insane.

And right now, on that bench under the fairy lights, the only thing I could hear instead of the crickets, were her moans. It was like if she did it on purpose, leaving the window open knowing that I was outside and I could hear her. 

"Fucking hell" I groan getting up if the bench and walking inside the building, going straight to the bar and ordering the strongest alcohol they had.

I read things about her. I did, because I missed her. Sometimes when I was on my own, alone and on my lower, I searched her name on the internet just to know how she was doing, how her career was developing. 

But then I saw everything:

Is the new Italian musical star dating Shawn Mendes?

Juliette Morelli, the new heartbreaker around Hollywood.

Sebastian Stan and Juliette Morelli, the newest hot couple? 

Meet Juliette, newest movie star of the UCM and love interest of the Winter Soldier.

Exclusive: Juliette Morelli walking out of Harry Styles' hotel after the Grammys 

It hurts. Reading all those articles about her, it was as if I was reading something about someone I never met.

Juliette could never do that. Not my Juliette. She was sweet, loyal and the last caring person I ever met. But... Right, she's no longer mine.

"Dude, what are you doing here?" Carlos frowned when he saw me on the bar, swallowing the whiskey quickly. "Charles! God!"

"I created a monster" I mumbled, already feeling the effects of the alcohol. "I barely recognize her..."

"What?" he frowned. "Juliette?"

I smiled weakly, moving the glass and watching how the ice cubes moved in circles. Carlos knew about Juliette, after all, my last year with her was his first year with me as teammates. 

"What are you talking about?" he sighed, taking the glass out of my hand. 

"Right now she's fucking with Lando" I scoffed. "And I bet she fucked all her coworkers"

"Mate you are drunk, you shouldn't say those things, you'll regret it" he frowned, looking at me disappointed.

How ironic, that's the same look my mother gave me when I told her that Juliette and I were no longer together.

"You what?" she gasped, standing next to the simulator while I worked on it.

"I won't repeat it" I said, not taking my eyes away from the screen. 

"Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc!" she screamed, the way she said all my name's made my ears ring as a warning. 

"What, mother?!" I said furious, stopping the simulator and looking at her. "Yes, I broke up with her"

"Why? What happened?! Yesterday you two were perfectly fine!" she asked me furiously, searching for answers. "What changed!"

"What changed? I realized that I don't love her anymore, mother" lies. Everything is a lie. "That's what changed" 

"I can't believe you" she said, looking at me with cold eyes, her voice sounding deeper and her eyebrows frowned. "You father would be so disappointed, just like me and your siblings. I can't believe you left a woman for the first seat of the team. I thought I taught you better than that"

"I regret so many things, Carlos" I scoffed. "One of them is accepting the first seat that season with them"

"Charles..." he sighed and I just moved my hand to the bartender asking for another round.

"I regret lying to my father and telling him that I got the seat while he was dying" I said, taking a long sip of the alcohol, feeling how it burned my throat. "I regret all the bad decisions I made while racing, as well as accepting that Ferrari could change and not listening to people and their warnings"

I looked at the liquid, I'm sure it's whiskey. I'm not a big fan of alcohol, of drinking to forget. But right now, this is the only solution I see to forget her, to forget what I heard.

"But, Carlos" I said looking up at him, my red eyes somehow made his gaze get softer. "The thing I regret the most was leaving her, because without her I'm only a body without a soul, without a heart"

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The bedroom was a mess with clothes on the floor. The bed felt heavy on the side next to me, just like the arm wrapping my waist. I followed it with my eyes, turning my head and finding that curly haired man still sleeping.

I sighed, squirming and getting out of bed without waking him up. I recollected all his clothes and folded them on the chair next to him while I searched for clean clothes so I could go downstairs to have breakfast.

This doesn't feel stranger anymore. I got used to this, leaving without making a single noise, going from bed to bed just searching for a way of getting him out of my mind.

After getting ready without making a noise I walked out of the room with my phone in my hand, going downstairs towards the restaurant and serving myself a coffee with some french pastries.

"I remember that you hated coffee" I heard someone say behind me, making me smile after I recognized the voice.

"Isa" I sighed watching her sitting next to me. "Hey"

"It's been a long time, hm?" she smiled looking at me.

I nodded and smiled weakly. I looked at her. She looks older, of course. The golden band on her ring finger shines with the light of the sun, making my eyes go down to it. Then I noticed her belly.

"Oh, you are pregnant" I smiled surprised, happy for her. "Congratulations"

"Is the second one" she smiled rubbing her belly. "Vera is with Carlos, she's the flower girl"

"Ah... I see" I nodded looking down at the coffee cup. "I guess that I got addicted to it in the US... With a Starbucks on every corner is impossible to not drink and get used to it"

"How are things going, hm?" she smiled at me , her voice sounding like the high of a mother.

"Fine, yeah" I nodded. "Writing songs, producing them... Now I'm an actress too"

"Yeah, I saw" she nodded. "A Marvel star, yeah"

I nodded and took a deep breath. This feels awkward. Isa and I used to be great friends, but it only lasted a year. 

"He's not the same, you know?" she sighed, making me look at her frowning.

"I don't want to talk about him" I frowned. "Please"

"Okay" she sighed, rubbing her belly. "I get it, he was the one that cut strings"

"Exactly" I nod, but I just did it to convince myself.

"But answer me something" she sighed looking at me, making my heart go faster. "You still write songs about him, don't you?"

"Of course not" I frowned, lying. 

Of course I do. He has always been my musa, the reason why I wrote songs. Even after he broke up with me, he was always in my mind making me write songs about how I felt without him or how much I missed him, or how much pain he gave me. 

"Mhm" she nodded, taking a sip of her tea. "Well, I have to say that Vera loves your songs"

"That's... Cute" I smile softly. 

It was awkward all the time. It was lime if we never met before, like if we were trying to start a conversation to get to know each other, forgetting how much fun we used to have together, cheering for our respective boyfriends in the garage.

"He won two titles" she said, taking me out of my mind, making me frown. 

"I told you that I didn't want to talk about him..." I sighed.

"He left Ferrari, won the titles with Mercedes" she smiled. "Black looks good on him, by the way"

I looked at her frowning. He left Ferrari? But that team was his dream, he wanted to win titles with them like Michael Schumacher did.

"No fucking way!" I heard him gasp, making me get up from the couch and ran to the simulator.

"What? What happened?" I asked worried, nervous. "Charles!"

"I have the seat" he said smiling, tears forming in his eyes. "I have the seat, Juls!"

"Ehm... What?" I frown. "I mean, yeah? You are in Sauber"

"No, Juls" he smiled, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Ferrari. They called me, like, now. I have a seat for the next season"

"Oh my God" I gasped while hugging him. "Oh God, Charles!"

"I know!" he giggled, cupping my cheeks and pressing his lips on mine. "I can't believe it... My dream! Is my dream!"

"He got tired of them, of all the things they promised to him" he sighed. "He did exactly what Schumacher did. Retired a year and came back stronger to Mercedes"

"He retired?" I frown, surprised. 

"Yeah, on 2027" she nodded.

I frown and look at her. I missed so many things, but he's not my business anymore.

"Good for him" I nodded, indifferent, wanting to end the conversation about him. "Well, I have to go. I need to make sure the speakers and instruments are fine"

With that I got up from the table and walked out of the room, finding Lando on my way. He just smiled at me and I looked the other way. That's how I work. One night stand is a one night stand, nothing more.

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My head was exploding. I don't even know how I came to the room and how I got to bed. But I answered myself when I found a glass of water with a headache pill and a piece of paper next to it.

'You should man up for once and stop hiding. Everyone knows you are not the same without her and we're tired of watching you suffer in silence. You better talk to her before we go back to race.

-Carlos'

"Great" I groaned, drinking the glass of water and swallowing the pill. "Fucking great"

I sit on the bed and look at the wall in front of me. I can't remember much of what I did last night, God knows how much alcohol I drank to be like this.

I have to get ready, the last things for tonight's wedding are this morning, one of them is adjusting everything for Juliette.

"Shit" I groan, messing my hair with my hands.

I got out of the bed and got dressed, trying to put on the best face I had to hide my headache and how much I wanted to leave this place. Walking through the corridors towards the restaurant I saw Lado walking out of a room that wasn't his with the same clothes he had yesterday.

"Charles! H-hey!" he exclaimed with a smile. "You'll never believe what happened"

I look at him taking a deep breath. Right now the way he talks is too much for my headache.

"I slept with Juliette!" he said happily, making me look at him with a poker face. "Come on dude, be happy. Is the first time I get laid in a long time with all this championship going on. And damn, she was fucking amazing"

"I know" I frowned, groaning and really hating the fact that he told me he slept with her. "I practically was the one that taught her all those things"

"What?" He frowned, but I already walked away, mad. 

She did the thing I asked her to not do. And that's what made me angrier, because I knew she's not mine and the one to blame here it's only me.

"What the fuck, Juliette!" I exclaimed when I walked out of the building and went towards the ceremony room. She was making sure everything was ready for tonight.

"Good morning to you too, Leclerc" she said through the microphone.

"You really fucked him" I said mad, walking towards her and standing in front of her, clenching my jaw. "Just after I told you to not to"

She looked at me and I saw the smirk showing on her lips slowly. I saw how she crossed her arms in front of her chest and put all her weight on a leg.

"Are you jealous, Leclerc?" she scoffed, taking her hair out of her shoulder. "Well, too bad you let me go, hm? Too bad I'm not yours anymore"

Right. She's not mine.

"You know, Charles?" she said, making me clench my jaw tighter. "The first year after you broke my heart was hard as fuck. I blamed myself, I thought it was my fault. And you know what? The only one here that has to be blamed is you, because instead of having a family with me, you decided to stay on a stupid team that made you believe you were part of them and that made your life a living hell"

I swallowed thickly and looked at her. She knew Ferrari was my dream.

"Tell me something, yeah?" she frowned looking at me. "Did they give you what they promised you? They gave you the first seat? Or they said that Ferrari didn't have a first driver?"

How does she know? Why does she know this?

"You believed all the lies Mattia told you, you followed him like a fucking lost puppy and it was the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen" she scoffed, making my heart break with her words. "Thank you, by the way. For breaking up with me, because thanks to that I didn't saw how ridiculous you were all those seasons with them even if they were like a cancer in your life and career"

"Juliette..." I mumble, feeling my heart breaking.

"Actually... No. I'm not thanking you for breaking my heart" she said, and then I saw her eyes getting wet "Because you made me break the heart of a man that was way better than you. A man that was what you will never be, but instead of that I kept telling myself that I couldn't love him because I loved someone else! Someone that doesn't deserve my love anymore"

"What? What does it mean?"

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The Signs as songs with titles mentioning "you"

Aries sun: Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac Aries moon: Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You - Arctic Monkeys Aries rising: Someone That You're With - Nickelback Aries Mercury: Don't Wanna Be Your Girl - Wet Aries mars: You Don't Own Me - SAYGRACE, G-Eazy Taurus sun: Me Before You - Bleachers Taurus moon: I Can See You - Taylor Swift Taurus rising: About You - The 1975 Taurus Mercury: I Haven't Seen You Since The Summer - Beeson Taurus mars: All You Had To Do Was Stay - Taylor Swift Gemini sun: Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High - Arctic Monkeys Gemini moon: There You Are - ZAYN Gemini rising: Giving You Up - Kameron Marlowe Gemini mercury: your favorite one - lovelytheband Gemini mars: Somewhere With You - Kenny Chesney Cancer sun: Close To You - Gracie Abrams Cancer moon: Haunt You - Social House Cancer rising: You Make It Easy - Jason Aldean Cancer mercury: You Are The Traffic - COIN Cancer mars: Thinking Of You - Katy Perry Leo sun: You? - Two Feet Leo moon: I Wish You Would - Taylor Swift Leo rising: Youforia - Mac Miller Leo Mercury: Into Your Arms - Witt Lowry, Ava Max Leo mars: Can't Tell You No - Muscadine Bloodline Virgo sun: Won't Go Home Without You - Maroon 5 Virgo moon: Since You Been Gone - Rainbow Virgo rising: Your Bartender - Morgan Wallen Virgo mercury: You Are In Love - Taylor Swift Virgo mars: When You Were Young - The Killers Libra sun: Love The Way You Lie - Eminem, Rihanna Libra moon: Someone Like You - Mac Miller Libra rising: Spin You Around - Morgan Wallen Libra mercury: How Dare You Want More - Bleachers Libra mars: If You Leave Me - Niall Horan Scorpio Sun: You - The 1975 Scorpio moon: You Proof - Morgan Wallen Scorpio rising: When You're Gone - Shawn Mendes Scorpio Mercury: Ain't Nothing Bout You - Brooks & Dunn Scorpio mars: Just To See You Smile - Tim McGraw Sagittarius sun: Love Yourz - J Cole Sagittarius moon: Alone With You - Jake Owen Sagittarius rising: I Miss You - Blink 182 Sagittarius Mercury: What Do You Mean? - Justin Bieber Sagittarius mars: You're Gonna Go Far - Noah Kahan Capricorn sun: Eyes on you - Chase Rice Capricorn moon: Just Like You - Falling In Reverse Capricorn rising: I Love You. - Kaivon Capricorn mercury: Here Without You - 3 Doors Down Capricorn mars: You - Miley Cyrus Aquarius sun: Over You - Daughtry Aquarius moon: on your sleeve - Nightly Aquarius rising: Can I Call You Tonight? - Dayglow Aquarius Mercury: Never Be Like You - Flume, Kai Aquarius mars: Me On You - Muscadine Bloodline Pisces sun: Read Your Mind - Sabrina Carpenter Pisces moon: I Love You, I'm Sorry - Gracie Abrams Pisces rising: All Of The Girls You Loved Before - Taylor Swift Pisces mercury: Dream of You - Josha Daniel Pisces mars: things i wish you said - Sabrina Carpenter

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like this for a random starter from one of the muses below the cut. it may or may not be smutty or leading up to something. idk yet. i guess we'll see. i WILL come to you for muse oooor you can make it easier for both of us, and choose to reply with who you want. you can read more about them all HERE.

ALEXANDER HAWKINS - jon bernthal fc. crime lord. heterosexual.

ATLAS OAKLEY - austin butler fc. rock star. heterosexual.

CHERRY SANFORD - madelyn cline fc. bartender & barista. bisexual.

DECLAN MURHY - barry keoghan fc. p*rn star. heterosexual.

EMMETT SANTOS - shawn mendes fc. café owner. heterosexual.

LUANA CRUZ - camila mendes fc. beach bar owner. bicurious.

MADDOX FAULKNER - glen powell fc. veterinarian. heterosexual.

SAWYER WALSH - ben barnes fc. chief executive officer. heterosexual.

SHILOH REID - antonia gentry fc. black hat hacker. bisexual.

YASMIN NAVARRO - ester expósito fc. college student. bisexual.

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finalsurvivorgrp is a multi muse blog featuring original characters that are based off major horror movies. Multi-ship and Multi-verse. Written by Kit (+18, EST). Like for a plotting DM/ Reblog for a random starter.

rules. muses. open starters.

Amanda Oswald. 29 years old. True Crime Writer. Nonbinary. Bisexual. FC: Snitchery. Survivor of Sinister.

Beatrice Strode. 22 years old. Psychology Student. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Florence Pugh. Survivor of Halloween.

Bryce Graham. 30 years old. Criminal Lawyer. Nonbinary. Bisexual. FC: Will Poulter. Survivor of Hereditary.

Caroline Kim. 31 years old. Graphic Artist. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Hyuna. Survivor of The Evil Dead.

Carrie Won. 25 years old. Seamstress. Cisgender Female. Homosexual. FC: Jeongyeon. Survivor of Carrie.

Cate Starling. 52 years old. FBI Agent. Cisgender Female. Heterosexual. FC: Winona Ryder. Survivor of The Silence of the Lambs.

Catherine Johnston. 38 years old. The Director. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Tessa Thompson. Survivor of The Cabin in the Woods.

Daiyu Wang. 25 years old. Fashion Designer. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Xie Anran. Survivor of Hostel.

Davy Torrance. 29 years old. Bartender. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Logan Lerman. Survivor of The Shining.

Deon Donahue. 30 years old. Director. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Jordan Fischer. Survivor of The Blair Witch Project.

Jacob Brody. 51 years old. Marine Biologist. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Patrick Wilson. Survivor of Jaws.

Jenni LaDomas. 33 years old. CEO. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Diane Guerero. Survivor of Ready Or Not.

Johnny Marlowe. 30 years old. Videographer. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Dylan O’Brien. Survivor of As Above So Below.

Jordan Cotton. 32 years old. Unemployed. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Tiffany Young. Survivor of Hellraiser.

Katsume Ito. 26 years old. Social Worker. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Momo. Survivor of Ringu.

Kyungsoo Kim. 29 years old. Police Detective. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Wonho. Survivor of The Wailing.

Laura Wu. 22 years old. Receptionist. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Jelly Lin. Survivor of Malignant.

Leah King. 27 years old. Author. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Megan Thee Stallion. Survivor of Friday the 13th.

Maria Thompson. 25 years old. Sex Worker. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Bella Poarch. Survivor of A Nightmare On Elm Street.

Noah Gordon. 26 years old. News Photographer. Cisgender Male. Homosexual. FC: Lil Nas X. Survivor of Saw.

Phan. 25 years old. Photographer. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Lisa. Survivor of Shutter.

Rei Nishina. 26 years old. Nurse. Cisgender Female. Homosexual. FC: Chanmina. Survivor of Ju-On.

Sanghwa Yoo. 28 years old. Scavenger. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Baekhyun. Survivor of Train to Busan.

Thomas Kennedy. 55 years old. STARS Officer. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Jeffrey Dean Morgan. Survivor of Resident Evil (The original series).

Travis Hawkins. 30 years old. Drug Dealer. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Bill Skarsgaard. Survivor of Cloverfield.

Trevor Fuller. 25 years old. Travel Vlogger. Cisgender Male. Bisexual. FC: Shawn Mendes. Survivor of From Dusk Til Dawn.

Trijal Kaur. 35 years old. Biologist. Cisgender Male. Homosexual. FC: Rahul Kohlii. Survivor of The Thing.

Trinity Prescott. 22 years old. Counselor. Cisgender Female. Bisexual. FC: Sydney Sweeney. Survivor of Scream.

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Smut Masterlist

Solo x Reader

Adam Driver [Bartender AU]

Axel Cluney [1]

Bang Yongguk [1] [2]

Bob Morley

Christian Linke

Jack Gilinsky

Jackson Wang

Jon Snow

Kian Lawley

Kylo Ren

Levi Jones

Luke Hemmings [1/2]

Moon Jongup

Nash Grier

Sam Wilkinson

Shawn Mendes

Son Hyunwoo Don't Talk, Just Kiss

Tristan Evans

Viktor Krum

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Shipping

Derek Hale x Isaac Lahey

Nate Maloley x Jacob Whitesides

Jo Halbig x Mäx Schlichter

Shawn Mendes x Christian Linke [II]

Timo Sonnenschein x David Bonk

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[the-claire-bitch-project]

Carve - 2 - S.M.

Summary: In which a bartender takes home a very drunk regular

Pairing: Bartender!Shawn x Ski Instructor!OC

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Swearing, innuendo, drunkenness

Moodboard by @heavenly---holland

Stevie giggled. She only giggled when she was drunk. Stevie was very drunk. Where were her keys? She dug in her jacket pocket. She dug in all her jacket pockets, found them in the right front one. Whoops. She bent down to pick them up but the world was spinning and once she was halfway there she felt a wave of dizziness course through her.

“I’ve got them.”

Wait, whose voice was that? Whose hand was that? Someone was picking up her keys. Stevie’s vision focused on a bird. Why was there a bird? A drawing of a bird. It didn’t make any sense. She pushed herself up on the door frame and leaned her cheek against the cool wood. She could sleep here, that was allowed, right? Nope, she fell forward as the door swung open.

“Whoops,” she giggled again. A pair of hands caught her waist as she stumbled.

“I gotcha,” the same voice said.

“Who’re you?” Stevie slurred as she reached out, fumbling for the light switch by the door.

“Still me, Stevie.” Stevie recognized the way he said her name. Nobody called her Stevie except Cosima, and this person was far too large and warm to be Cosima.

“Shawn,” she said with a crooked smile, reaching out for him. “Hi,” she said quietly, not sure she could say anything else as she looked up at his face. It was like tunnel vision. Just Shawn’s face.

“Hi there,” he chuckled, walking backwards and guiding her into the kitchen. He settled her up against the counter and flipped various light switches until he found one that illuminated the room. Stevie blinked hard against the light. She swayed, trying to keep her eyes open and her feet under her as she watched Shawn open cabinets. His shoulders flexed and stretched under his t-shirt. Stevie stared. She was drunk. That was a good excuse. She couldn’t help that he’d positioned her right where she could stare at him. He was so pretty.

“C’mon, drink some water.” Oh God, he was back. He put one hand under her chin and tilted a glass to her lips. She gulped the cold water gratefully. It cleared her head a lot.

“Thank you,” Stevie managed, taking in big gasping breaths. Shawn smiled a toothy, slightly crooked smile. What a pretty smile. “Did Andrew tell you to bring me home?”

“Yep,” Shawn held up his phone, “just texted him that I got you into your apartment.” “How’d you know where I live?”

“He gave me directions. Said it was above Sherrie’s.”

Shawn placed one hand on the counter next to Stevie. She wanted to lean into him. His warmth was drawing her in. Instead she tugged on her jacket, trying to get it off, but it was stuck. Why wouldn’t it come off?

“Let me help,” Shawn offered softly. He gently turned her away from him and pulled her jacket from her shoulders. Stevie rubbed her temples as she watched him hang it on the coat rack by the door.

Suddenly her stupor was broken by a scratching sound coming from her closed bedroom door. Shawn jumped about half a mile.

“What was that?”

Stevie giggled at his expression. “Probably Sleeper,” she told him as matter-of-factly as a drunk could.

“Sleeper?”

“My dog, silly,” Stevie giggled. She stumbled to the door and opened it. A soft whine came from Sleeper as he darted out and rolled over on his back for some belly rubs. “C’mon,” Stevie waved Shawn over, plopping down to give Sleeper all the scratches he deserved. “He’s never met a stranger.”

“I’m good here,” Shawn said shortly, leaning on the kitchen counter to watch. He rubbed his face in his hands as Stevie cooed to her dog.

“Who’s a good boy? Very good boy, Sleeper. Didja sleep all day? What a good boy!” She turned to Shawn and said in a normal, if not slurred, voice  “He really is the nicest dog. Not scary at all.”

Shawn shook his head. “I’m not afraid of him,” he assured her. Stevie paused. Her drunk brain trying to process why someone wouldn’t want to pet her lovely German Shepherd-Husky mix.

“Then what,” she swallowed, “why don’t you want to pet him?” She looked up at Shawn. He was a little blurry from far away, but he was there. Still chiseled. Still smiling.

“Allergies.” He shrugged. Of course. Everyone had to have a flaw. Shawn’s flaw was that he couldn’t be with a dog person. Stevie’s shoulders sank.

“Of course,” she groaned. “There had to be something wrong with you.”

“Wrong with me?” Shawn laughed. His eyes crinkled when he laughed. Maybe she could make him laugh more just to see his face do that again.

“Yes,” she gestured towards him while still scratching Sleeper. “You come in here all perfect body, perfect hair, charming as hell, it’s fucking disgusting.”

“You think I’m perfect?”

Stevie looked up at him. He had his chin perched on his hand, smirking down at her. A good-natured glint in his eyes.

“I think you’re so perfect it hurts to look at you,” Stevie told him, with an eye roll. She returned to scratching Sleeper’s belly. His paws lolled in the air.

“Is it just how I look or—?” Shawn came around the island. He folded his arms. Even under his jacket Stevie could imagine the muscle definition he had.

“I—“ Stevie opened her mouth, then shut it, then opened it again. “I guess I don’t know you well enough to make a judgement otherwise.”

Shawn was silent for a moment. Stevie watched him, letting her eyes flick over his arms, the tattoos on his hand and forearm. Maybe when she was sober and could remember it, she’d ask him to tell her about them. She liked his voice. He was quiet, but, she could get him talking if she wanted.

“I—“

Before Shawn could get a word out, Stevie’s phone rang in her pocket and she fished it out, balancing it between her shoulder and ear.

“Hey Mom,” she greeted, continuing to scratch Sleeper’s belly as his feet waved in the air. “No I’ve just been at The Pub...yeah...how’s Dad? ...good, I’m glad he’s sleeping...what did Dr. Gorenkoff say? ...Yeah I’m eating enough. I have some pasta in the fridge...I promise I’ll eat before bed...no I’m alone...Sleeper’s been out. Peter took him...my neck is fine...I got the Tiger Balm you sent...yeah, thanks Mom...Love you...yes Mom...okay...bye Mom...Love you...Bye.”

Stevie stood up, with some difficulty, and placed her phone on the counter. She put her face in her hands with a sigh, then peeked up at Shawn through her fingers.

“Alone huh?” he asked with a chuckle.

“If I said there was a boy here I would’ve gotten fifty more questions,” Stevie admitted. Shawn smiled at her.

“I actually have some,” he said, “if you don’t mind.”

“I’m an open book,” Stevie assured him.

“Why did you ask about a doctor?”

Stevie slumped. Shawn caught her by the arms and lowered her gently to the floor. They sat with their backs against the wall. Sleeper crept over and pushed his snout under Stevie’s arm. She stroked his head.

“Sorry,” Shawn said softly. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t, I—“ Stevie leaned into Shawn’s shoulder instinctively. “I got dizzy,” she explained lamely.

“You’re okay,” Shawn assured her. “You want more water?” He started to get up.

“No!” Stevie grabbed his hand. “I— I actually want you to sit with me. I like talking to you,” she admitted. She slipped her fingers into his. His hands were big and warm and comforting. She didn’t know why she felt so drawn to him, but she was sure half of it was alcohol. “My dad’s sick,” she sniffed. “It’s his lungs. I—“ she swallowed. Shawn hadn’t moved or reacted except to squeeze her hand. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

“What would your mom have asked if you told her I was here?” Shawn filled the silence with a distracting question. Stevie laughed.

“What’s his name?” she imitated her mom’s voice, “is he Jewish? What does he do? Does he vote?”

“Shawn, no, bartends, in Canada,” Shawn chuckled. “So you’re Jewish?”

“Did you not gather that from the fact that my last name is Levitsky and I wear a Star of David necklace?” Stevie teased. “It took my mom calling to check up on me?”

“I think it was how much alcohol you drank that tipped me off,” Shawn laughed.

Stevie scrunched up her nose. “Is that a Jewish stereotype?”

“A Russian one, maybe.” Shawn shrugged.

“Hm, I’ll take it,” Stevie sighed. “We’re totally stereotypical sometimes.”

“I’m a polite Canadian who plays hockey,” Shawn admitted. Stevie turned to look at him. He was staring straight ahead, like he was having some sort of existential crisis about it.

“You play hockey?”

Shawn nodded. “I did,” he sighed. “In high school, I played forward until,” he trailed off.

“Until?” Stevie nudged him.

“Until I didn’t,” Shawn finished, his eyes wide. Stevie didn’t press him. She leaned her cheek against his shoulder instead, noticing that his muscle formed a soft pillow for her. He didn’t tense up under her touch, just leaned his cheek against the top of her head in silent acknowledgement.

“There’s a pickup game every Wednesday,” Stevie said suddenly. “Hockey I mean,” she explained, pulling away to look at him. “If you wanted to just play for fun. One of my dad’s employees, Peter, he plays.”

Shawn brightened up a bit. “I’ll check it out,” he promised. They sat in silence for a bit before he asked, “What’s Tiger Balm?”

“It’s this smelly stuff for like bruises and aches,” Stevie laughed. She reached up above her head and felt blindly around on the counter before retrieving a small container. When she twisted it open, the smell of menthol immediately filled the room. Stronger than Icy Hot, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“You put it on your neck?” Shawn asked, reaching for the vial and raising it to his nose to smell.

Stevie laughed. “Yeah well, the other day I kind of gave myself whiplash,” she admitted. “I planted my pole before I’d completely stopped and just somersaulted onto my face.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah so my neck has been sore and my mom sent me the Tiger Balm through Amazon,” Stevie explained. She took the container back and sighed. “It’s been bothering me for a few days.”

“Do—” Shawn held out his hand, “do you want me to rub your neck?” Stevie turned to look at him. “I just, I might have a better angle than you.” He shrugged. Stevie blinked and smiled.

“Yeah, um,” she stammered, “that would be great.”

“Okay,” Shawn nodded. He opened his legs and patted the ground between them. “C’mere,” he urged with a grin. Stevie didn’t hesitate. She clambered over his thigh and sat criss-cross between his legs, trying to drop her shoulders and relax her neck. Her head rolled forward, her curls falling over her cheeks. She reached up to brush them aside.

“It’s the left side,” she explained, quickly tying her hair up on top of her head with the ponytail holder on her wrist.

“I got you,” Shawn said softly. His thighs were warm pressed against her legs. The menthol smell filled the air as Shawn worked the balm between his fingertips so it wouldn’t be cold on her skin. Stevie’s eyes fluttered shut as Shawn’s hands settled on her neck, ever so gently spreading the thick balm across her skin. Her mouth fell open as his thumbs dug deep into her trap muscle, long fingers spreading over her shoulders as he worked the knot on her neck.

“Fuck,” she muttered, feeling the knot crunch under his fingers.

“Fuck is right,” Shawn grunted. “Damn, you’re so tight.” Stevie snickered at his unintentional innuendo, and felt Shawn laughing silently with her. “Sorry,” he murmured, leaning back against the counter as his fingers worked.

“No it was funny,” Stevie told him. She sighed. “That feels so good,” she said, panting hard. “I mean,” she drew a deep breath, “it hurts, but it’s gonna help.”

“Yeah,” Shawn muttered, clearly concentrating hard. Stevie could feel the calluses on his fingers, rough against her skin. “Mm,” he murmured, tugging on the neck of her sweater, chasing the knots down her back.

“Would this help?” Without thinking, Stevie reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head. She balled it up and held it in her lap, curling her shoulders forward.

Shawn hesitated, she felt his hands hover above her shoulders for a moment before returning to their previous spot, searing her skin.

“That feels so good,” she nearly moaned, as the knot in her trap muscle finally released its tension.

“Lemme get this other one,” Shawn gripped her shoulder, “you’ve got so many knots it would take me all night.”

Stevie giggled. “If that’s what it takes,” she gasped as his fingers found another knot to rub. “God, Shawn I think your fingers are magic.”

“The alcohol is making you relax,” Shawn said quietly.

Stevie shook her head and turned to meet his eyes. “No,” she told him. “You are.” She smiled weakly and turned back around. “I owe you big time,” she murmured. Her left hand fell onto his thigh and she felt him tense as she squeezed his quad. “Just let me know,” she sucked in air as he dug into her muscle, “if you want anything.” She bit her lip.

“I’m good,” Shawn muttered. “I like working with my hands,” he paused, “and talking to interesting people,” he added.

Stevie hummed in agreement, too blissed out under his touch to give much of  a coherent response. Shawn’s hands slid down her spine to work at the muscles under her shoulder blades. He pushed Stevie forward and she braced both her hands on his legs so he wouldn’t shove her to the ground, feeling the stretch in her hips. He was strong, but she held her own. She was strong too.

She wasn’t sure if it was the Tiger Balm or his touch making her sweat. Maybe a little of both. She was tipsy and he was warm and his fingers were magical against her skin. For the few minutes Shawn was working on her neck, the rest of Stevie’s worries drifted away. All she had to focus on was her breathing, his fingers on her skin, his legs next to hers.

Shawn’s hands slowed. “Maybe you should go to bed, Stevie,” he suggested quietly.

“Mkay,” she murmured, half-asleep. Shawn’s arm wrapped around her waist and he hauled her to her feet. His hands were steady on her waist as he guided her, stumbling away from the kitchen, her sweater forgotten on the floor.

Sleeper jumped up and nosed open Stevie’s bedroom door. Shawn and Stevie followed him inside, feet tangled together. Shawn guided Stevie to the edge of her unmade bed and gently deposited her on the mattress. She kicked at her shoes, flinging them towards the wall where there were already scuff marks from previous nights when she’d tossed her boots. Stevie sighed and then reached down to unbutton her jeans as she stumbled over to her dresser.

“Can you stay until I fall asleep?” she asked as she opened a drawer for a t-shirt to sleep in. “I just,” she paused, “you make me feel safe.”

“I’ll stay however long you want me to,” Shawn assured her. He sat on her bed and leaned back on his hands. “I don’t have to be anywhere except work at four.”

“PM?”

Shawn nodded.”I’ll sleep in,” he promised.

Stevie smiled to herself as she rifled through her mess of t-shirts for her favorite one she knew she’d put away the day before. It was a dryer-beaten, oversized, long sleeve with the word MINES across the chest. She turned away from Shawn, fully aware that he could watch if he wanted, and reached back to unhook her bra, slipping the straps down her arms before she tugged the t-shirt over her head.

As she headed to the bathroom, she hooked her bra on the door handle and snuck a peek at Shawn. He flashed her a wide smile. She smiled back. He looked very comfortable sitting on the edge of her bed. He hadn’t quite made himself at home. Sleeper sniffed the boots still on his feet before jumping up on the bed, circling around a few times, and settling himself into a ball on the side away from Shawn. Smart dog.

Stevie studied him in the mirror as she washed her face. He was looking around her room curiously, but would probably pretend he wasn’t if he knew she was watching. She smiled into the towel. She had an overwhelming urge to march over there and kiss him, but the one part of her brain that still had some restraint held her back.

“When I die and they lay me to rest,” Stevie sang under her breath, “gonna go to the place that’s the best.” She’d had the song stuck in her head for hours. Had Shawn not been there, she’d already be blasting it on her speakers.

“When I lay me down to die,” Stevie’s head whirled around at the sound of Shawn joining in with her, “goin’ up to the spirit in the sky.” He had a beautiful voice, high like his speaking voice, and easily carried the tune.

“You know,” Stevie said as she rubbed moisturizer into her cheeks, “The Pub does karaoke on Tuesday nights.”

“I’m aware.” Shawn raised his eyebrows. “You know that song was written by a Jewish man.”

“I’m aware,” Stevie laughed. “It really sounds like someone who wasn’t that familiar with Jesus trying to capitalize off of the gospel music craze. Which is exactly what Norman Greenbaum admitted he was trying to do when he wrote the song.”

“What do you mean?”

“I never been a sinner, I never sinned,” Stevie sang to make her point, “I got a friend in Jesus.” She shrugged. “A lot of Christians got pissed off by that line cause of like, the original sin and apparently everyone has sinned at some point or another even just by existing.” Shawn listened, completely enraptured by her as she rambled on. “And on top of that, Jews don’t even believe in an afterlife, so he was definitely bullshitting about going up to meet God in heaven or whatever.” She looked back at Shawn, “Sorry if I’m like, totally insulting you.”

“No it’s okay,” he shook his head, “my dad’s family is Catholic but I never got into the whole religion thing.”

“Most Jewish people I know aren’t practicing,” Stevie explained. “My family’s pretty reform, but I’m proud to be Jewish.” She fingered her Star of David pendant.

“I think that’s awesome,” Shawn nodded. Stevie turned back to the mirror and started scrubbing her teeth. In the mirror, she watched Shawn fiddle with the necklace around his neck. He sucked on the coin hanging from it while he was thinking. It made him more endearing, such a childish habit. Stevie added asking him about his necklace to her mental list of things she’d like to hear about when sober.

She spat out her toothpaste and rinsed her toothbrush and mouth, wiping her face on the towel before leaving the bathroom. She shimmied out of her jeans and left them in a crumpled pile next to the bathroom door before sitting down next to Shawn on the bed, resting her thigh against his knee. He put his hand over her knee and she looked up, smiling at him.

“I’d love to let you stay longer,” Stevie admitted with a sigh.

“But you need to get to sleep huh?” he asked, sounding equally as disappointed.

“I have to get my boots fixed at seven before work,” she explained. “I’m also, not entirely sober.” She looked into his eyes, warm, melting chocolate and caramel, then let her gaze flick down to his plush pink lips. “And I really want to kiss you,” she breathed.

Shawn tensed up next to her. “So kiss me,” he suggested. His hand slid up her bare thigh slightly. Stevie leaned closer, her nose brushing against his. He smelled like whiskey and sweat. His breath was hot against her lips and his hand burned her thigh. Everything about him was urging her to jump into the flames, to let herself go completely. But she couldn’t.

She shook her head. “I can’t,” she pulled away, “I’m not sober and I want to kiss you sober.” Shawn sighed. He pulled away and stood up, turning his head to pop his neck.

“I guess I’ll be going then,” he said with a soft smile. He didn’t seem too worried as he collected his jacket and put it back on.

“I’m sorry,” Stevie said helplessly. She felt frustrated tears pricking behind her eyes and willed them away with a hard blink. This wasn’t how she wanted it to go with Shawn, but she also didn’t want him to be just another friend who gave her benefits. It was a vibe she got from him. She didn’t know him well enough yet, but she felt like she could be with him.

“Don’t worry about it,” Shawn gave a small smile, “you’ll see me again tomorrow.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Stevie’s forehead.

“Goodnight, Shawn,” Stevie called after him as he headed for the door.

“Goodnight, Stevie.” The door clicked shut behind him. Stevie groaned and fell back against the pillows. That man was going to be the death of her, she just knew it. With the ghost of Shawn’s lips on her forehead, she tugged a pillow into her arms and fell asleep.

The morning came with a blaring alarm and a pounding headache. Stevie rolled over and picked up her phone, forcing both eyes open to make her face ID work so she could turn off the noise. She was a zombie throughout her morning routine, tugging on a clean base layer and throwing on her non-uniform ski pants over her leggings. Her conscious brain was so non-functional that she barely noticed her neck wasn’t bothering her the way it usually did as she corralled her hair into two French braids.

Sleeper was wide awake though, so she had to feed him and take him on a walk before heading down to the shop. It was cold and windy outside, which meant she probably wouldn’t spend a ton of time on the hill. Kids didn’t do well in this kind of weather. Not only were they smaller and didn’t generate as much body heat, their parents never dressed them correctly. She made a note to pack extra kid-sized glove liners and hand warmers in her jacket.

Stevie and Sleeper entered Sherrie’s at exactly seven-o-five. The lights were already on and Peter’s equipment was all whirring to life. The smell of coffee permeated the air. Stevie’s favorite mug sat steaming on the counter next to Peter’s elbow. He was sipping from another and scrolling through his phone.

“Morning, Levitsky,” he said, a glint in his brown eyes. “G’morning, Peter,” she murmured. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“Figured you had a long night,” he chuckled. “I was snapchatting Cosima.”

“Oh?”

“She was pretty drunk,” he informed her.

“How do you know?”

“Some of them were kinda racy,” he admitted, his ears bright red.

“Did you send anything sexy back?” Stevie teased, making a mental note to ask her best friend what exactly she’d sent to Peter. She wanted the tea.

“Nope,” Peter shook his head, “can we just get started with your boots?”

“Yeah,” Stevie sighed. She snuck around the counter and dug her boots out of her bag. “I’m getting some pressure on the front of my toes.”

“You’re tightening them enough?” Peter asked.

“Of course.”

“Even the top?” Peter challenged. “I know sometimes your shins get bruised and you don’t wanna tighten them all the way.”

“Yes all the way,” Stevie huffed. “I can’t wedge as well if I don’t.”

“I believe you,” Peter said. “I’ll sand out the toes a millimeter and we’ll see how it goes.”

“Thanks, P,” Stevie sighed. She sipped her coffee and watched Peter pull the liners of her boots out of the shells and open them up so he could get the sanding tool inside the toe.

She observed the muscles in his forearms flex and relax as he worked, highlighted by the rolled up sleeves of his white thermal. It was super understandable why Cosima liked him. Peter was ridiculously good-looking, but, and she hated to admit this because it shouldn’t matter, he was four inches shorter than Stevie. When she was with girls she didn’t mind being bigger, but with guys, she craved feeling small. Shawn made her feel small.

The thought of Shawn made her smile, and she dug in her pants pocket for her phone. He wouldn’t be up for hours, but at least when he woke up, he’d have a text from her to make him smile.

Stevie: good morning :) thanks for taking care of me last night

“Who’s making you smile?” Peter asked with a smirk. “You never smile before nine am.”

“Uh,” Stevie looked down, heat rising up her neck. “The new bartender at The Pub.”

“He’s making you blush too, huh?” Peter teased. “I’m gonna have to scope this guy out.”

“Well you should leave work early and come watch the game with us,” Stevie suggested. “Cosima would love to have you there.”

“I’ll think about it,” he promised, but Stevie could tell from the way his lips twitched as he looked down that he would show up.

The day flew by. Stevie ended up spending hours in the warming hut, keeping her class sated with hot chocolate. She had six six-year-olds and none of their parents had given them enough layers. Stevie herself had added an extra fleece from her car. It was a cold, blistery Saturday and Stevie wished to be zooming through the trees where she’d be blocked from the wind, but instead she had six children whining that they were cold and skiing up on the backs of her skis.

As the last parent shook her hand and slipped her a tip, only ten dollars. Ski instructors didn’t usually make tips, but these were one-time lessons and it was the holiday season. Tourists tipped, locals didn’t. Stevie pocketed the cash and grabbed her skis again.

As soon as her boots hit snow, she pried her skis apart and let them fall parallel in the snow. She knocked the chunks off her boots and snapped into her skis to skate over to the Gondola. It was faster than walking. She arrived, panting, with burning quads, and popped her skis off again to catch one of the empty cars.

Her skis leaned perfectly against the bar above her head and she sank back, alone since it was the end of the day. She tugged off her glove with her teeth and let it dangle from the strap on her wrist as she extricated her phone from her jacket. There were multiple texts.

Shawn: good morning, Stevie :)

Shawn: i know double texting is taboo but you’re skiing. just wanted to say i hope you’re having a good day.

Stevie smiled. She texted back one-handed, so it took awhile.

Stevie: i had an okay day. taking one final run before coming over for the game.

He responded nearly instantaneously.

Shawn: can’t wait to see you

Stevie pocketed her phone again and pulled her glove back on, tightening it just as the Gondola arrived at the top. She grabbed her skis and poles and stepped out of the car. The wind was always harsher on the mountain, but Stevie didn’t mind. She just wanted to ski. She looked at the liftie.

“You trying to get in a couple runs before the lifts close?” Stevie nodded. “I’d take Sober Englishman to Drunken Frenchman and head over to the Jane,” she suggested. “The snow was good when I went earlier today.”

“Thanks, babe.” Stevie reached out to fist bump the liftie as she walked by. Then, she set her skis down on the snow and immediately started down Sober Englishman. At the first break in the trees, she stopped, carving lazily to the right to admire the moguls in front of her. She looked up and silently thanked the ski gods for giving her an empty slope and perfect moguls at the end of the day.

Stevie plowed around the moguls, planting her pole in every one, turning into the easily-carved paths left by previous skiers. She wasn’t going for speed like Cosima. Her muscles were working. They were her engine. Her power source. Her quads and hamstrings flexed and relaxed around the curves, her calves keeping her balanced. She leaned forward, into the turns, down the hill, a mental task she found incredibly difficult to teach to adults but easy to communicate to kids. Adults had a lot more fear than children regarding attaching slick sticks to their feet, pointing them down a steep slope, leaning forward, and letting gravity take them on a ride.

Skiing was better than any rollercoaster Stevie had been on. Adrenaline flooded her systems, hyping her up as she skirted each mogul. Her knees were locked together, she flew down the mountain, planting her pole in every mogul until she hit the groomed Mary Jane Trail.

Panting, Stevie leaned on her poles. She could feel sweat working its way down her back. She unzipped her jacket halfway and breathed hard. The air was thin up here. She was adjusted to the altitude, but also knew she could take breaks when she wanted to.

Gripping her poles again, Stevie zipped down between the rest of the stragglers on the Mary Jane Trail to the Super Gauge. The lifties waved her through, perks of the yellow pants and blue jacket, and she skied up to catch a lift full of hardcore skiers and boarders enjoying the last hour of the day before planning where they were going out drinking.

She cruised down Village Way without stopping. She could do it in less than five minutes if she was chasing Cosima but today it took her around eight to get to the base again. Alone she preferred to take her time, admire the trees. Her dad always taught her to appreciate the nature around her. She smiled at the image in her head, skiing backwards in front of her, his poles tucked under his arm as he urged her forward.

“French fries,” he would remind her. “You don’t need to pizza on this hill.” She’d turn her skis parallel and slide forward too quickly and he’d catch her in his arms. She smiled at the memory. When she got older, she’d duck and go between his legs, laughing as he turned back around to catch her. Until she got too tall for that, surpassing her mom’s height at age eleven.

Through her teens she and her dad skied side-by-side. He showed her all the hidden spots in the trees. Places she’d taken her early romantic partners. The tree hut where she had her first kiss. The rock outcropping where she’d coughed on her first joint. This whole mountain was filled with her memories, and they all tied back to her father. But they’d never ski together again.

Stevie shook her head and tried to clear the tears that fogged up her goggles as she popped off her skis and made her way to the locker room. She stood by the ski rack, wiping her eyes for a minute. Cosima didn’t need to know she’d been crying.

“Alright spill the tea,” Stevie demanded as soon as she turned the corner. There were a few more instructors lingering than the day before, but Cosima was sitting on the bench by their lockers, biting her lip as she texted.

“What tea?” she asked innocently.

“Hmm,” Stevie nudged her with her shoulder as she sat down to peel off her boots. “I think I want the piping hot tea that you sent some racy pics to a certain boot fitter last night.”

Cosima went bright red. “He told you?”

Stevie snorted. “He’s like my brother, he tells me everything.”

“Uh, well,” Cosima looked down. “I was drunk.”

“No shit me too,” Stevie put her hand over her mouth in mock-surprise. “What else is new? How much of him did you see?”

There was a pause. “He has really nice pecs,” Cosima squeaked.

“Yes!” Stevie exclaimed, “I knew he sent you some pics back! And the good news is, I convinced him to take off work early and come watch the game.”

“You did?” Cosima’s eyes went wide as she peeled off her clothes.

“I did,” Stevie confirmed, putting her laundry from the week into a plastic bag to take home. “And I think I can convince him to take you out to dinner.”

“Thank you,” Cosima sighed. “He’s just so dreamy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Stevie followed her to the showers. “He’s a real prince.”

“What about the new bartender?” Cosima asked as they wet their hair. “What’s his name?”

“Shawn.”

“Did anything happen when he took you home last night?”

Stevie ducked her face under the spray to hide her red cheeks. “He rubbed Tiger Balm on my neck,” she admitted when she came up for air.

“Oh my god.”

“And he respected me when I said I was too drunk to kiss him,” Stevie went on, shuffling her feet on the tile floor as she scrubbed her scalp.

“We stan a gentleman,” Cosima murmured.

“He kissed my forehead.”

“THAT’S SO CUTE,” Cosima yelled. “Sorry,” she apologized to the other instructors in the showers who had turned to look. There were soft titters of annoyance as they all went back to showering. “That’s so cute,” Cosima whispered.

“It made me feel so soft,” Stevie agreed. “I nearly melted while he was rubbing my neck.” She reached for her conditioner and slathered it through her hair. “God he has magic hands. It didn’t even hurt today.”

“That’s amazing,” Cosima said.

“And he said he can’t wait to see me tonight!”

“Then you definitely let me have to put eyeliner on you,” Cosima commanded. “Give me the comb.”

“Fucking fine,” Stevie whined, and slapped the comb into her friend’s hand. “But only this one time.”

“You can thank me later,” Cosima sighed as she got started on Stevie’s tangled mess of curls.

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AND THAT’S PART TWO. The feels are heating up. Let’s see how much patience I have for writing a slow burn. Thoughts on Stevie x Shawn? Thoughts on Cosima x Peter? Feedback makes me wanna write more. I feel like this is a good one.

Btw Stevie had “Spirit in the Sky” by Norman Greenbaum stuck in her head

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currently writing a Shawn x bartender!reader !!! I’m really liking it so far, and judging by how it’s going, it’ll be a little less than 2k words ❤ hopefully you like it

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All You’d Ever Wanted // Bartender!Shawn

Summary: You and Shawn have liked each other for a while now, but you’re not sure going out with him is such a good idea. He’ll do anything to be able to take you out, even if it takes a few friendly arm wrestling matches to win you over.

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: Some mild swearing

A/N: This was very loosely based off this ask. Of course I was also inspired by Shawn’s recent bartending stint in Budapest (rip me because I’m pretty sure that kid slayed me and brought me back to life three times over that night). I’ve never written a fic in my entire life, so I apologize if this is shit. Who am I kidding, it’s just 4.2K of pure garbage. Enjoy if you dare.

The noise is almost deafening when you entered the bar. You took a deep breath and grinned, taking in the familiar surroundings. You admired the gathering of bodies around the round chipped wooden tables, the white string lights that made you abandon all hope of having any sort of decent lighting, and of course, the curly-headed bartender that was too busy wiping down the bar to notice you had arrived. Those were the little things that made visiting this place feel like coming home.

You didn’t usually drink alone, but you had just finished a rather stressful work week and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to knock a few back before going home and passing out. Of course you knew that walking into a bar solo on a Friday night probably wasn’t the most brilliant life choice you’d ever made, but you’ve been frequenting this little dive bar ever since you were in college, and you knew the regulars quite well.

You returned the chorus of greetings that sounded as you made your way to the bar with a smile and a series of enthusiastic waves. The establishment’s friendly atmosphere is something that you’ll never get tired of, no matter where your life takes you.

You locked eyes with the bartender who had finally noticed your arrival as you waded through the maze of regulars. You went and parked yourself on your usual stool, unable to deny the thrill that ran through your body when you commanded his undivided attention. The confident smirk that had been living on his face as he watched you saunter up to the bar transitioned to that beautiful smile he always seemed to reserve for you. 

You wanted to kiss him, wanted to press your lips to his and replace that lovely expression with one of pure wonder and adoration. But he wasn’t yours, so you wouldn’t.

“So what’ll it be, Hot Shot?” you dramatically rolled your eyes at his question, any connection between the two of you instantly lost. Teasing you was one of his favorite pastimes, and on any other night you’d humor him, you really would. Unfortunately, your need to get drunk and relax tonight greatly outweighed your desire to indulge in mindless flirtations with the hot bartender that you’ve known for years.

“Shawn, I said it before and I’ll say it again. I’m hardly any more successful than anyone else here,” you explained, albeit a little condescendingly. You were an administrative assistant for a well-known production company, hence the paperwork mountain that’ll be greeting you bright and early Monday morning. You’d hardly call it glamorous.

He furrowed his brows at your tone, and you regretted speaking to him that way. You wanted to reach out and smooth the space between his eyebrows with your thumb, let him know that you didn’t mean to be an asshole and that you just really, really wanted to get hammered. You extinguished the thought almost as soon as it surfaced within your mind.

Before you could even begin to find the courage to apologize, Shawn started to speak, “I wouldn’t sell yourself short. I’ll bet there’s not one single person here who wouldn’t kill for a position like yours. Too bad they have no idea that you’re already the best person for the job.” Jesus, this guy was way too nice to you. Sure the two of you had known each other for years, but that doesn’t excuse your behavior.

“Yeah? What makes you say that?” you questioned, knowing full well that Shawn would dismiss any of your attempts at an apology.

“I just do. Call it a sixth sense or whatever,” he replied with a sheepish grin and an animated wave of his hand. You were glad you hadn’t gravely offended his livelihood and all, but you could tell he wanted to say more, to compliment you even further when you knew you didn’t deserve it. He was always giving you that special attention, coupled with secret glances when he thought you weren’t looking. Truthfully, it was a nice change of pace from his blatant flirting. Then again, it wasn’t like you really minded any of the attention, covert or not.

You chuckled softly and shook your head as you ordered a simple rum and coke, brushing off Shawn’s attempts to get you to try something new for a change. You fell silent after you thanked him for the drink he had made for you. Eventually, he turned back to focus on cleaning the spill your arrival had pulled his concentration from in the first place. 

You sipped your coke and observed him as he worked. Trying to stay as nonchalant as possible, you absolutely reveled in the fact that it was now your turn to give Shawn your undivided attention.

You thought it was interesting how a guy like him had ended up settling in your Midwestern town. The two of you had gone to college together, and he was an international student hailing from Toronto. That fact alone had always made you wonder how in the world he ended up here. It wasn’t like the music education program he had graduated from was particularly groundbreaking or prestigious. Just wanted a change of pace, he always answered whenever you’d asked. You had trouble believing that a guy like Shawn was destined for nothing but small town life. Regardless, he chose to stay in this college town, and he absolutely loved his job teaching music at the high school. He really only landed the bartending gig last summer in order to make some extra money while school was out. Imagine your surprise as you strolled into the place with your friend about a year ago to find Shawn grinning at you from behind the bar. You swore it must’ve been the work of some higher power.

You thought it was funny how this bar lead the two of you back to each other. You had been such close friends during your time in school, used to hang out with the rest of your friend group at the table situated next to the window overlooking the river. That very same table where you realized that maybe you liked Shawn as more than just a friend. It was such a shame the real world didn’t really leave much time for reminiscing with old friends after you graduated.

You supposed the two of you could’ve dated at some point if you wanted to, but the timing was never right. You were always too busy, he already had a girlfriend of his own, and so on. To be honest, you didn’t even think he was all that into you until you guys reconnected last summer. The lingering touches and glances, the constant offers of free drinks, and the special smile that was reserved only for you were a recent development. Despite this fact, one thing was obvious. He was sweet on you and everyone knew it.

You watched Shawn flit around the bar and interact with his customers as you mused over the second rum and coke he had handed you minutes ago without a word. He was like a ray of light wherever he went, always checking up on people, always going out of his way to make sure the customers were satisfied. That was Shawn for you, always giving.

You watched as he suddenly stumbled over the bulky boots he always wore, making the people near him chuckle. You always told him they were impractical. Maybe he’d finally listen.

Shawn apologized to the lady whose chair he grabbed to avoid face planting with a shy smile.  He looked in your direction just in time to see you turn your entire body towards him. You snorted and raised your glass in a toast before downing its remaining contents. His cheeks were rosy with embarrassment as he walked towards you, careful not to trip over his feet again. Good, you thought, you liked that he was the one who was blushing for a change.

“I wasn’t expecting a drink and a show tonight, Mendes,” you teased, poking Shawn in his broad, muscular shoulder. You had gotten slightly tipsy and the liquid courage made you bolder than usual. You normally weren’t so tactile with Shawn, but you couldn’t help it when he was standing so close to you, all tall, dark, and handsome.

“I believe the expression is dinner and a show,” he countered, any lingering trace of embarrassment replaced by his usual cocky grin. Despite the façade of smugness, you noted the nervous twitch in the side of his mouth, the hesitance when you looked into his eyes. “I mean, I can give you that…dinner, I mean. If you want?” You were shocked by his words to say the least. Sure, Shawn constantly flirted with you. Sure, you were guilty of the same. But he had never acknowledged out loud that your relationship ran any deeper than mindless flirtation. It was jarring, really, but in a good way.

You stared into his kind eyes for what felt like an ungodly amount of time and pondered his question. You saw the hesitance that previously took up residence on his face morphing into relief. Relief that he had finally laid all his cards on the table, that he had set the scene, and the ball was now in your court.

No amount of cliché metaphors could have prepared you for when Shawn placed a tattooed hand against the bar behind you and leaned in close. You shivered when you felt his warm breath against your ear, couldn’t control the gasp that left your lips as his free hand made its way to your thigh and gripped it firmly, like it had a mind of its own. He spent a few moments gazing at the side of your head, willed you to look him in the eye, but you refused. The tension was thick between the two of you, and your eyes fluttered shut in a feeble attempt to relieve any inkling of it. You couldn’t let him touch you like this, couldn’t let him get too close. You wanted to get away. You couldn’t.

Relief of the tension that you so desperately desired came when his hand left your thigh. Unfortunately, the feeling was short-lived when Shawn gently grasped your chin and turned your head to face him, forcing you to return his intense gaze.

“You gotta know by now I’d do anything to see you smile, Hot Shot,” he whispered softly. Every instinct you possessed in your body told you to run. “What do you say? Have dinner with me?” His eyes fixated on your lips and you weren’t surprised by how badly you wanted him to kiss you in this moment. You would’ve let him, too, if you hadn’t finally come to your senses.

“Hmm, maybe another time,” you stammered quickly in a half-assed attempt to divert his attention for good. You swiveled around in your stool as fast as you could before you could observe his no doubt disappointed reaction.

You suddenly remembered you were sitting in a crowded bar, where any prying eyes could’ve witnessed the exchange between the two of you. You looked over your shoulder, careful to avoid catching Shawn’s gaze. When you decided that you weren’t the victim of any particularly dirty looks, you righted yourself on the stool once again.

One glance out of the corner of your eye told you that Shawn had already returned to his post behind the bar. He placed a third rum and coke down in front of you and you mumbled your thanks, evading any and all contact. You wished a hole would open up in the floor right about now and swallow you whole.

You knew you were being unreasonable. He obviously liked you. You liked him. If you were still in college, you’d be high off the adrenaline that came with finally setting up a date with the guy you wanted the most right about now. The fact of the matter was that you and Shawn had such a good thing going. You had gotten closer than ever since reconnecting, and you didn’t want to jeopardize that. Plus, you were so busy with work that you didn’t exactly have time for anything serious at the moment.

You knew deep down that you were just making excuses. You wished you had the courage to take that leap of faith. All you’d ever wanted was dangling right in front of you. You just needed to reach out and take it.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or are you going to make me guess what’s happening inside that pretty little head of yours?” he questioned, snapping you out of your self-deprecating thoughts. He was calm, cool, and collected, as if you hadn’t just rejected his advances in front of the entire bar. Your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Dammit why did he always get you to blush so easily?

You sincerely hoped you weren’t sporting a stupidly shocked expression on your face as you looked into his gorgeous hazel eyes for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. You pondered how this man could still care, even after you rejected him, looked him in the eyes and pretended like you haven’t wanted to be his since you were eighteen years old. In that moment, you decided to come clean and at least try to make things right. He deserved the truth.

You took a deep breath and began, “Look, Shawn, you know that I’ve liked you for a very, very long time. The thing is I’ve just been drowning at work lately.” Shawn frowned and you found yourself wanting to reach out and touch his forehead for the second time that night. You let go of any remaining inhibitions you might’ve had in that moment and did just that, once again forgetting about the very public setting the two of you were in. His eyes fluttered closed when you softly smoothed away the worry lines, and you willed him to show you that beautiful smile again. You didn’t like it when he was upset. “Every time I finish a task, it seems like three more show up in its place. It’s enough to make me feel like I’m drowning.”

You detested admitting your weakness, but Shawn always made you feel safe, like you could tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge you for it. You absentmindedly slid your hand down to cup his cheek. The simple, intimate action caused his eyes to snap open and marvel at you in disbelief. You didn’t blame him for his confusion.

You suddenly felt uncomfortable and scrambled to look anywhere but into those damn eyes. Your gaze traveled past his face, down the strong biceps exposed by the black tank top he wore, until you focused on the guitar that was permanently etched into his skin. The hand that was caressing his face moved to find a new home on his forearm, much to Shawn’s dismay. It was hard to ignore the calm that washed over the two of you as you traced the ink’s delicate outline over and over again.

“Plus, I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you admitted after a few minutes of silence. You kept your eyes trained on the permanent guitar, worried about how he was going to react. Shawn chuckled loudly and pulled away, leaving you embarrassed and frankly a little confused.

“Is that the best excuse you could up with? You don’t want to ruin our friendship?” The disbelief on his face was almost comical. “Come on, Hot Shot. You know I’d never let anything get in the way of us, even if us dating didn’t work out. Nothing could ever ‘jeopardize our friendship’.” He threw up a set of air quotes at the end of his proclamation. 

“How could you possibly know that?” you inquired as you felt a wave of uneasiness wash over you.

“It’s that sixth sense,” he stated and tapped the side of his head, as if referring back to your earlier conversation required complex critical thought. Funny how that hour between then and now could be made to feel like ten years. In that moment you swore you saw his eyes light up, like a lightbulb had ignited within his brain. “Tell you what, name your price. Tell me what it is I have to do to get you to finally go out with me.”

“Shawn, just drop it,” you said, suddenly regretting ever coming out tonight.

“No, nope, you don’t get to try and drop me with that lame excuse. Not when I know you’ve wanted this just as much as I have,” he replied.

“No, really Shawn, it’s okay. I really would just like to go home,” you insisted and began to reach for your purse so you can pay for your damn drinks and get the hell out of there. Rummaging around in your bag thankfully provided a welcome distraction. You managed to prolong the action for several minutes before a warm touch at your elbow made you sigh in defeat.

“I’m waiting,” Shawn stated, tone impatient. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, you realized when you heard him tapping his foot in those stupid boots he loved so much.

“Fine,” you said and desperately searched around the bar for anything that would get him to drop the subject. Your eyes landed on Dan, a regular you had known almost as long as Shawn. You smirked when an idea popped into your head and named your price, “I’ll go out with you if you challenge Dan over there to an arm wrestling match. Only if you win, of course.”

You were sure he’d find the idea ridiculous, brush you off and forget you even asked. Too bad you had forgotten that this was Shawn, and he’d do anything to get what he wanted.

“Okay, consider it done,” he stated confidently as he began to make his way out onto the floor once again. An adorable look of determination adorned his face when he approached Dan.

“Wh- Shawn I wasn’t being serious!” you shouted, scrambling to follow after him.

“Nope. I’m gonna do it,” he retorted, the ever-growing smirk on his face apparent.

“Shawn, this is ridiculous! You have to see that I was joking,” you protested. It was no use. He was determined to make this happen.

Shawn continued to ignore you for the duration of the short journey to where Dan was conversing with his pals. He sauntered up to the table, arms folded, clearly meaning business. Dan’s friends looked up at Shawn, confusion written all over their faces. Dan looked over his shoulder to determine the cause of their confusion only to find the bartender donning a serious look on his face.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here, Shawny Boy?” Dan questioned, clearly finding the situation comical.

“Hot Shot over here says she’ll let me take her to dinner,” Shawn explained. You saw the triumphant expression beginning to form on Dan’s face. It was no secret that he was rooting for the two of you since day one. Shawn continued, “But only if I can win in an arm wrestling match against you.”

Dan snorted and pretended to think it over in his head before he replied, “Alright, boy, I’ll arm wrestle ya. I’m not gonna go easy on ya though, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“Of course, Dan. You know damn well I can’t properly win the lady’s heart if you just let me win,” Shawn stated in disbelief. He threw his hand over his heart, taking grave offense to the fact that Dan would even think of such a thing.

“Well then it looks like we got ourselves a regular old challenge!” Dan shouted for the rest of the bar’s occupants to hear. It wasn’t long before excited chattering filled the room and Dan’s buddies stood up to clear off the nearest unoccupied table.

You bit your lip and shifted nervously as you watched the two men take their places opposite each other. You couldn’t even bring yourself to shamelessly enjoy the flexing of Shawn’s arm muscles as he clasped onto Dan’s hand, aligning their elbows and getting into position. You should’ve just gone home, you thought. Passing out alone in your own bed surely wouldn’t have caused such a scene.

In that moment, as the two men prepared to wrestle, you decided to give it up. You realized Shawn would do anything for you, no matter how ridiculous the request. His tenacity and willingness to do the most absurd things finally donned on you. You determined that you needed to get over your misguided fear of losing his friendship right then and there. You knew he would always want you. He’d always find a way to have you, in any way, shape, or form.

You barely heard the crowd counting down the beginning of the match over the ringing in your ears brought on by your long overdue realization. You tried to pinpoint the exact moment when you had stopped denying it. Perhaps it was somewhere between leaving your barstool and arriving at Dan’s table, or maybe it was the second you sat down at the bar for the first time tonight. Regardless, you just wished you had caused less of a spectacle over it.

You watched as Shawn’s face twisted in concentration, biceps flexing even more than you thought possible with exertion. He was trying his hardest to win this, to win you. You didn’t know whether to burst into tears or a fit of laughter. You opted for neither and attempted to mask your regret at causing the whole ordeal.

The patrons didn’t mind though, and their excited chattering grew louder and louder any time either of the men came close to finishing it all. It came as no surprise when Shawn finally pressed Dan’s arm down onto the table, winning the makeshift match. As soon as he knew the win was in the bag, he sprang from his seat and took off around the bar on a mini victory lap, thrusting his fist in the air and high fiving anyone in sight. His happiness was infectious.

The crowd reformed to gather around the two of you as Shawn made his way over to where you were standing. You heard people shushing others as they watched the events unfolding in front of them.

“I suppose congratulations are in order,” you remarked. Shawn took an exaggerated bow, goofy grin in place. He looked into your eyes as he moved in closer, cupping the back of your head with his large hand. You knew what was coming. You could feel it in your bones. And this time, you were finally ready.

“Yeah well, you know I can do just about anything with the right motivation,” he murmured. He stood there marveling at you, hesitation to make the next move evident. You were confused at his sudden uneasiness.

You hastily decided to take matters into your own hands and yanked on the front of his tank top, closing the remaining distance between the two of you. You almost cried in happiness when your lips finally met his.

Shawn pulled you in closer, if that was even possible. You felt him smiling into the kiss when you wrapped your arms around his neck. This was home, you were sure of it. Nothing in your life had ever felt so right.

“Well it was about damn time,” Dan remarked. He had to shout to be heard over everyone else’s loud cheering.

Shawn pressed one last gentle kiss against your lips before responding, “Don’t have to tell me twice, Dan.” He turned his attention towards you and spoke, “So is that a yes? Will you finally go out with me?” You playfully smacked his shoulder and he laughed. It was music to your ears.

“Yes, Shawn, I will go out with you,” you beamed as you said it, threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “It’s been a long time coming, but yes, of course I will.”

Shawn smiled the smile that he only ever reserved for you, and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. You fit together perfectly, like the two of you were solely meant for each other. You pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes one final time.

As you stood there, enclosed in Shawn’s embrace, surrounded by people who wanted the best for you, you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you had just gotten yourself into. The funny thing was that the more you pondered, the less you cared. You had taken that leap of faith, reached out and took what was dangling right in front of you. You’d finally gotten all you’d ever wanted.

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lol the interview is actually shit but it’s entertaining once you only read what Shawn said, which I did and now that I discovered this new side of him, I love him even more. blocking the twitter fans from my feed because they’re annoying af, and let the boy live his life