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[uglyandtraveling]

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[swissboyhisch]

Halloween Surprise

Pairing: Matthew Knies x Marner!Reader

Summary: The team's Halloween party seemed like the perfect time to reveal to everyone who you were dating.

Word Count: 2546

Warnings: Alcohol, blood, a little bit of 18+ content towards the end.

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Halloween. Your favourite holiday by far. Growing up, your parents decorated the house with tons of decorations and your mum always went all out with family costumes. When you moved to Toronto to live with your older brother and his girlfriend, you were always in charge of organising the Halloween parties or costumes. 

And nothing changed. As soon as it was announced it was Mitch’s turn to host the team’s Halloween party, he came straight to you. It was your job to organise everything but luckily, since Mitch will be busy with the start of the hockey season, Steph is more than happy to help you. It would give her something to do. And it means the two of you can spend more time together. 

First thing was to create a list of people who would get the invites. Then organise a time and place for the party. Mitch and Steph said they’re happy to have it at their place instead of hiring out a place. Due to game schedule conflict, the party was going to take place on the Friday before Halloween.

Once the who, what, when and where was decided, Steph and you designed the invites and sent those out as soon as possible. Next was the entertainment. You had a couple Halloween Playlists from previous parties you had hosted so you just said you would bring your audio system and set it up around the house and use Spotify. Food wise, Steph said that she was thinking the two of you make the food the couple days leading up to it. She loved to cook, and you loved to bake so it was the perfect pair. Drinks were just going to be bins with cans of alcohol and soft drink in them and pitchers of cocktails. Then it was just costumes for you guys and decorating the house and backyard.

“What are we going to dress as?” Asked Mitch as he joined the planning party of you and Steph on the couch. 

You just smirk, “You two are going to be a ken and barbie variant. It fits so perfectly.”

Steph let out a squeal of excitement. It really was perfect for them. “Oh my god, yes!”

“And Auston is going to be Alan. A permanent third wheel.”

“What are you going to do?”

“It’s a surprise,” You retorted to your brother. As a fashion major, you had an endless number of options. But one in particular was the number one choice. It wasn’t hard but it was a fun one. “You’ll see at the party.”

Then it was onto planning the couple’s costumes. For Steph, you were thinking of a cute pink satin dress that stopped mid high. Low cut but not as low as you could go. A pair of cute white heels and white accessories. Her hair is in waves with pink makeup and hints of silver. A white clutch to top it off.

Mitch, luckily, will go with whatever you choose. Which is going to be matching pink pants, a white button down not fully buttoned and a pink satin scarf in the pocket. That will be made from the same fabric as the dress. His hair will be styled and maybe you can convince him to have a little makeup on.

Auston was a little harder, but he was going to be dressed in blue pants that are the same as Mitch’s and shirt striped like Alan’s sweater in the movie. A permanent third wheel who you question their involvement in a relationship.

You lived in an apartment in the city, close to where you work. Since Mitch and Steph got married, well a bit before that, you managed to find an apartment and skedaddle out of there. So, you found yourself the night before the party organising your bag full of your costume to take over to Mitch’s place early in the morning. It was late but it had to be done now and you had gone to the game against the Stars.

Your apartment's buzzer going off surprised you. No-one was expected. When you peaked at the camera footage, the familiar boy dressed in the same suit as earlier was standing there waving at the camera. You were quick to let him in and eagerly await his arrival. 

“Hey,” Matt greeted as you let him into your apartment. Pressing a kiss to your lips. “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? What are you doing here at this time of night?”

He shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it up on your coat rack, “Was on my way back to John’s from the arena and thought I’d stop in.”

“And does John know where you are?” You question. 

“Yes, I told him,” Matt whispers, his lips brushing against yours softly. His warm breath mixes with your own. “Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

You had to shower so despite Matt already showering at the arena he took up the opportunity to join in on your naked task. The two of you took a little longer than necessary but it was all in good fun. Now you were cuddled up in your bed with Coraline on the tv.

“Seriously?” Matt chuckles when he sees the movie title card. 

You just shrugged innocently, “it’s a favourite at this time of year.”

“This time of year?” He laughs harder knowing the truth behind that statement. “You mean any time of year.”

The next morning you were up early regardless of Matt’s whining when your alarm went off. The brunette tried to keep you in bed a little longer, but you wanted to get ready and head over to Mitch’s. The boys had a morning skate so you knew Matt would have to get up anyway. No sympathy from you.

“I’ll see you tonight. You have your costume right?” You mumble. 

Matt hums, pressing a reassuring kiss on your lips. “Yes, I have everything. I get dressed then just have to style my hair and splatter some blood from that bottle over my face and hands.”

“Perfect.” You pressed a kiss to his lips one final time and headed out the door. “Lock up on your way out!”

Steph and you had done most of the cooking and baking yesterday. The big decorations were already done as well, just the main decorations and little bits and pieces were to be put in place. 

The drive to your brother’s went quicker than you expected. But it was welcomed as you and Mitch crossed paths; him heading to practice and you arriving. He gave you a quick hug before you retreated into the house where Steph was eagerly waiting.

“Let’s get this started,” She says excitedly, pressing play on her phone.

Halloween themed songs started playing through the music system you guys had set up the previous day. You two finished off the food first giving it time to rest and cool. Then onto decorations. Starting with the inside, you decorated the entryway, then lounge room and dining room before finishing with the backyard.

“I think we are finished,” Steph states happily, looking over the pair of you’s hard work.

With a glance at your phone, it was 3pm. Perfect time to slowly start to get ready. “I’m gonna go have a shower and start getting ready.”

“Good idea.”

You went straight to your old room that had an ensuite and started to lay out your outfit. A pair of black booty shorts, a black lace corset bra, a blood splattered white button down and a pair of fishnets. That was the basis of your costume. Then a mask that was the same as Matt’s, both lighting up blue.

First things first, shower and prep first before starting on your hair. Then onto make-up, pretty simple, before getting into your costume. The last touch was blood splattering over your make-up. When you finished getting ready, you went downstairs to make a cocktail for Steph and yourself.

“Oo, what’s on the menu?” Steph questions as she comes downstairs in her costume.

“You look so good!” Steph did a twirl for you. “Ah, I picked the perfect costume.”

At the mention of that, Mitch came down solidifying the choice. He was the perfect Ken. Complimenting Steph’s barbie. When he came into the kitchen, he looked you over. Looking at your costume. “What are you?”

“From the purge,” You answer. You poured two cocktails into nice glasses and slid it over to Steph. “Cheers to another successful Halloween.”

“Cheers.”

When you took your first sip, the doorbell rang. Mitch went to greet whichever teammate had arrived first. And knowing the team, it’s either Mitch’s boyfriend (Auston) or the captain and his wife.

“What’s up little Marns?” Auston greets as he presses a kiss to your cheek. “I like the costume.”

“Thanks Aus.”

The group all enjoyed the music that was playing and the alcohol while waiting for others. Soon Will and his girlfriend arrived dressed as Fred and Daphne from Scooby Doo. Penny joined the other two girls drinking cocktails while the boys sat around outside chatting.

“So, are you still talking to that guy?” Steph asks.

Penny immediately turns on you. “Guy? What guy?”

“Uh,” You stutter. Steph was the only person to know you were talking to a guy. But she didn’t know who he was. “Yeah, I’m still talking to the guy.”

“Who is he?” 

You shrug and go to answer the door as an excuse to leave the conversation. The person knocked at the door again as you walked down the hallway. 

“You will tell us sooner or later,” Steph calls from the kitchen.

The door opened to reveal Matthew, dressed exactly how you envisioned. God, he looked so good. Even with the blood splattered all over him. The brunette lifted his mask and smiled down at you. Well, more like smirked. 

“Heya babe,” he muttered, making sure to peek over your shoulder before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Hey, you look good!”

“So do you.”

You shut the door behind him and lead him through to the kitchen. As soon as Steph took in Matthew’s costume, she knew exactly who you were talking to. Her eyes lit up as she ran to hug the boy. It was the first team event for Steph to meet the rookie player.

“Hi, welcome to the team,” Steph rushes out excitedly. She looked over the pair of you and your matching costumes. “How are you liking Toronto?”

“I have a good guide,” He replies, sending a small smile to the girl beside him.

“Where’s the captain?” Mitch asks when he sees Knies. 

You waited for your brother’s reaction but it seemed like it wasn’t clicking. Oh well, it will make sense at some point in his golden retriever brain. 

Matt shrugs, “He and Aryne were waiting on the babysitter.”

“Ah, come join the boys out back,” Mitch suggests, already making his way outside again. 

Steph lets out a chuckle, “We’ll see if it clicks for him at some point.”

Matt just shrugged again and kissed you once more and made his way to join his teammates outside on the patio. When the backdoor shut, Steph and Penny both turned and gave you a look.

“The rookie? Really?”

“He’s cute,” You argue.

The pair both agree with a laugh and start to ask you a billion questions. When did you meet him? Where? What was your first date? At the arena before a preseason game. Then he took you out for a late-night meal at a diner.

Soon the house was full of team members and staff dressed in every type of costume you could imagine. Funny, scary, awesome, iconic. You name it, someone is dressed in it. Everyone was mingling and snacking on all the things you and Steph had made during the week. 

“Hey,” Matt greets as he comes up to you talking to Aryne. 

Aryne smiled at the two of you dressed up together. “I love the costumes.”

“That was all her,” The brunette grinned. He pressed a kiss to your temple but soon was interrupted by a yell.

“What?!” You turn to where Mitch was standing with William and Auston. “No way.”

Steph was quick to drag Mitch inside, with the other two of the trio following suit. Luckily not many people had seen the scene created. Knowing your brother, if you and Matt delayed the conversation any longer, he’d come and drag you too in as well. 

“Let’s get this over with,” You mutter, slipping your hand into Matt’s.

As soon as you stepped foot into the living room, Mitch only paid attention to the joint hands. “Oh no, no, no.” He speeds up to you two and separates you both. “Not for the life of me are you dating a hockey player.”

“Come on Mitch.”

He shook his head. “No. I told mum and dad I’d protect you when you moved out here with me.”

“Mitch, I’m not 18 anymore. I’m a big girl. I can date who I want without your permission.”

Knowing he wasn’t going to convince you, he turned on Matthew. He got up in the rookie’s face. “And you! I told you that my sister was off limits!”

Matt couldn’t get in a word before you stepped in and pushed your brother a step back. But he was quick to pull you into his side. 

“Mitch,” Steph murmured.

“I’m serious about her,” Matt spoke up. “She’s perfect. Smart, beautiful, talented. She’s not your sister, she’s just her own, amazing person.”

You teared up. That last point he said was an insecurity you had shared with him. People only want to be with you because of your brother. “Matty.”

“She’s my person,” Matt stated. Making sure to look your brother in the eyes to convey how serious he was. 

“Let them be Mitch,” Auston chuckles, “They like each other. If he hurts her we can beat him later.”

“Fine,” your brother huffed. 

You skipped up to him and hugged him. “Thanks Mitchy. Love you!”

Without another word, you intertwined your fingers with Matt’s and dragged him to your old room.

“Door stays open!” Mitch screams when he realises where you were going. 

You didn’t listen to your brother’s order though. Matt made sure to slam the door loud enough for your brother to hear it over the music. When the door was closed, Matt immediately pulled off your mask from the top of your head before kissing you hard. 

“God you look so good,” He groaned “And your ass in those shorts.”

After making sure the door was locked, you pushed Matt onto the bed. First piece of clothing to come off was the button down. Revealing the lacy corset for all to see. For Matt to see. 

“Damn baby.”

You giggle and dance along to the faint sound of ‘I Put A Spell On You’. Matt grabs your hips guiding you close and flipped the script, making you on the bed and leaned over you. His hand gripped onto your hip as he rubbed his hard dick against your pussy. You let out a quiet moan which only spurred the man on more.

“Yeah, I’m gonna make you scream,” He smirks.

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[misshoneyimhome]

Yay!! So glad your inbox is open - I’ve absolutely loved everything you’ve written…keeps me motivated to finish my days at the office as work seems to be endless near the holidays😅

I was thinking the other night about falling asleep on FaceTime with Willy every night on his first long roadie since you guys have been official and the guys chirping him for it but Daddy John being so happy that Willy has finally found someone that seems to be the one…I feel like 9188 have a special bond❤️

Oh, thank you, love! That makes me so happy to hear, and rest assured, I'm here to help whenever you need it 😉

I love your way of thinking! It's incredibly soft and sweet - and yes, Daddy John will forever come to the rescue ❤️🤗 I definitely feel those 9188 vibes

I hope this was along the lines of your thoughts - I feel like it’s very soft!Willy, but I just felt like going for it, you know 😉❤️

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Do I even need to warn about mention of sexual behaviour at this point 🙈 you babes should know me by now 😂

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I’m only one call away (featuring Captain Daddy John)

"Hey, did you fall asleep with your phone again?" Mitch teased, as the team gathered for breakfast.

"Maybe..." William replied groggily, followed by a big yawn.

"Hey, Romeo, don't let your girl mess up your sleep routine - we need you sharp for the game tomorrow," Auston then quipped, a mischievous grin on his face.

"We're travelling today, Tony, don’t worry, I'll catch up," the Swede defended himself, stifling yet another yawn.

"Yeah, lay off him, Aus," Max chimed in, a playful glint in his eyes. "He's a bit touchy now... you know, 'cause he's in loooove."

"Oh, come on," William chuckled, shrugging off his teammate's teasing.

But his mates weren’t finished teasing him about his new romance. On no, they'd been poking fun at him ever since he started dating you and were not about to stop. 

**

You coming into William’s life, was probably the last thing he’d imagine at the time. 

During the last season, especially towards the finals, William had been so absorbed in his games that everything else faded into the background, and hockey became his sole focus.

However, when the Leafs were eventually defeated in the second round, it felt like his entire world crumbled, and he had to find his way back to reality.

And being the easy-going, composed, and confident guy he was, last season quickly became history, and he soon geared up for the new upcoming season, aiming to outdo his previous performances.

It had been at the start of the off-season, just before he headed to meet his family in Sweden, that you entered the picture.

He and his brother Alex were chilling in Toronto for a guys' night out when you caught his eye, as your bright smile and outgoing personality intrigued him.

And what was initially intended to be a casual one-night thing quickly turned into a second and then a third night together. And it was by the fourth time you spent the night at his place, he had to bid you farewell as he headed to visit his family.

However, throughout the summer, you both texted and snapped each other almost every day. All day.

Even his family noticed him smiling at his phone and being quite occupied during the hours that accounted for your time difference.

And as soon as he returned to Toronto, you were swiftly back in the place where it all began: his bedroom.

Truth be told, William was the best guy you'd ever been with. Not only was he incredibly handsome and definitely skilled in bed, but he was also genuinely kind and easy to talk with.

That's partly how you both ended up becoming more than just a one-night fling. You kept talking endlessly about anything and everything. And before long, William found himself sharing personal stories and details that he typically wouldn't disclose to just anyone. Perhaps only his family, Rasmus Sandin, and a select few other players knew this side of him.

However, then when the hockey season was about to kick off, things began to change up a bit.

William's schedule became overwhelmingly busy, making it increasingly difficult to meet up.

But that wasn't a real challenge for you. You hadn't expected much from your situationship with William, so when you had to be a little flexible, meeting late in the evening or leave early in the morning before he had to rush off, it was no issue at all. You simply cherished the time spent together. And when you discovered that he really enjoyed having you at the arena during matches, offering you tickets whenever you had the time, you simply couldn't refuse him.

But then, William's feelings began to gradually snowball.

Especially his teammates noticed a subtle change in his demeanour, and slowly began teasing him about it a bit. And after a couple of months and once he introduced you to his team, it was none other than the captain who felt the need to have a chat with the Swedish forward.

"So, have you told her how you feel?" John Tavares asked out of the blue during a training session while lacing up his skates next to William.

"No... I'm not sure what to say. I mean, I know I really like her... but I don't even know what we are…"

Despite feeling like you both could discuss anything, the exact definition of your situationship was never explicitly mentioned.

"Just tell her that - that you like her a lot," John chuckled with a friendly shrug. "What else is there to it?"

And truthfully, there hasn't been much else to it.

So, William gathered his thoughts, expressed to you that he liked you more than just as friends with benefits, and you reciprocated, telling him that you really liked him as well.

As simple as that.

Well, as simple as it could be when dating an extremely busy professional hockey player. It hadn’t exactly been the typical way of starting a relationship, but with flexibility, patience, honesty, and open communication, you managed it. And just a few weeks later, William was prepared to refer to you as his girlfriend.

Or to be honest, he simply assumed you were his girlfriend and forgot to ask, but that's another story.

Now, here you were, in a fully committed relationship with a man you never expected to fall head over heels in love with.

You lay on his bed as he packed his bag before embarking on a road trip, and not just any road trip - it was the first one since you officially became a couple.

"Is it weird that I'm going to miss you?" William chuckled as he zipped his suitcase before flopping onto the bed beside you.

Resting your head in your hand as you lay on your side, you flashed him a sweet grin.

"No, not at all. I mean, I'll miss you too, Willy, but it's just a little over two weeks - I think we can handle that."

"Maybe..." he pouted. "Just promise me you won't forget about me and run off with someone less busy..." He flashed you a slightly nervous smile.

It was probably one of his biggest concerns; a recurring issue for athletes whenever they got closer to someone.

But with you, there was truly no cause for concern. You were wholeheartedly devoted to the charming Swede, and besides, your work tended to occupy much of your time anyway. In fact, you saw the upcoming week as an opportunity to work a bit extra and perhaps earn some days off later on.

"Don't worry, babe, I've got work anyway," you chuckled lightly, doing your best to reassure him. "But if it makes you feel any better, you can always call me in the evenings, and we'll have a chat."

Your words seemed to comfort him, and although William wasn't truly concerned about your commitment, he ended up calling every day to talk.

And you absolutely adored him for it.

The first time, it was just to hear your voice, chat about your day, and discuss how the team had been on the road before a quick workout, team meeting, some time on the ice, and then rest at the hotel.

The following day, the Leafs faced off against the Blackhawks, and unfortunately, it ended in an overtime defeat. And upon returning to the hotel, William quickly reached for his phone, finding your name and hitting the call button.

"Oh, try to hurry up a bit more, Willy," Järnkrok teased in Swedish as William practically sprinted to his room to FaceTime you.

And then you talked for hours. Despite the lateness following a match, both of you just enjoyed talking. In fact, you enjoyed it so much that you ended up falling asleep on either end of the call, phones in hand.

Naturally, this didn't go unnoticed either, and William had to hear about it all during breakfast.

Then, during the next day, which happened to be another travel day, you exchanged a few more texts. Well, not a few, more like a lot. And perhaps you were a bit of a tease as well by sending him a lingerie photo or two, just to leave a lasting memory. However, your flirtatious photos quickly escalated, and later in the evening, after the hockey commitments were over, you found yourselves pleasing yourselves on each end of the call, exchanging moans and indulging in some dirty talk.

Seemingly, your intimate session left both of you quite tired, and once again, you ended up falling asleep during the call.

The following day, naturally, the guys were all over Willy once more.

"Looks like someone can't be away from his girl," Reaves called out through the hallways.

"Willy and y/n sitting in a tree..." Mitch sang playfully around his teammate, while others joined in with light banter and teasing.

However, John noticed something different.

With his mature, experienced captain's eyes, he noticed a change in his teammate, something he found quite intriguing and positive.

"Hey guys, cut it out," the captain intervened as they were taking their seats on the bus, prompting the others to quiet down and prepare for the ride. "Just ignore them," he told William, taking a seat next to him.

"I am... I mean, it doesn't really bother me," William replied with a crooked smile.

Although the older teammate believed him, John still felt the need to make a point.

"I know, but I'm just saying that regardless of what's going on in your head, it's for the better."

"How so?"

"You seem... I don't know, maybe a bit more mature, like you've got your head together," the captain said with a warm smile.

"Honestly, I feel the opposite," William replied with another lopsided smile. "I mean, she's in my head all the time..." he sighed. "I can't stop thinking about her - I miss her, even though it's only been a week since we've been apart... we haven't even been together for that long."

"I know the feeling, kid. These women, they have a way of getting to us," John chuckled, briefly reminiscing about what it's like to be in love for the first time.

"Yeah..."

"Hey, you're doing great, and feeling this way just means she's really something special," John offered a reassuring look.

"Thanks, I think so too. I mean... I've never felt like this about someone before," William admitted.

"Oh, she's your first?"

"Yup... and I want her to be the last..."

The two men shared a heartfelt moment, exchanging chuckles as William's eyes shone with pure love and longing, and John couldn't help but feel happy for the young hockey star.

"You know, just in case you ever start doubting yourself - not that you seem like you do - I just want you to know your game has been insanely good since you met y/n."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, it's like maybe you want to impress or something because you know she's watching - whatever it is, keep using it as fuel. It works."

And with those final words of encouragement, John gave William a supportive clap on the shoulder before standing up to move and take another seat, leaving the younger player with his thoughts and emotions.

Well, that was the case until curious George, also known as Auston Matthews, threw himself into the seat.

And throughout the remainder of the road trip, William continued to call you every day, and you both chatted in the evenings as if you were together in real time. And every night, you'd end up falling asleep with your phones in hand because neither of you felt like hanging up.

**

As soon as the boys were back in town, William wasted no time in arranging to meet up with you. As soon as he knew when he was about to land, he swiftly texted you, urging you to be ready and pack an overnight bag as he intended to pick you up.

"Willy, it's late, you don’t need to come and pick me up... we'll see each other tomorrow," you tried to rationalise, although a part of you deeply yearned to be close to him again.

"I know, but I just really want to see you," he pleaded over the phone, already seated in his car and on his way.

And you couldn’t help but release a light sigh, a soft smile gracing your lips at his sweetness. "Alright, I really want to see you too."

Soon, William then arrived at your place, and you swiftly hopped into his car, heading to his condo.

Not that there was anything wrong with your place, but you also knew that William longed to return to his dogs, having been away from them for so long.

And in no time, you reached the carpark, hurriedly taking the lift, and passionately connecting your lips every possible second during the ride up. Then upon entering the condo, bags were carelessly tossed to the floor, and amidst the heated make-out session, William briefly paused, taking deep breaths before his deep blue eyes locked onto yours, as he softly, almost nervously, spoke.

"Y/n... I love you..."

For some, those three words were easily spoken, but for William, they held more weight. And yet, they felt so incredibly right to say.

"I love you too, Willy," you smiled up at him, your bodies close, sharing warmth and air filled with endorphins between you, before reconnecting in a deep, heartfelt kiss.

[empressgeekt]

So I had a read of your version of Trolls and I have one question; who is part of the Council in your AU? Because fun fact: in my Strange Friendship AU, I explore the concept of the Pop Trolls having a Council as well.

Well that's an interesting question.

The way I'm setting up the council is that there's one representative for different occupations and sub-tribes. Most of them will likely not be named however, an example, would be Sky Toronto, who would stand for village supplies and as a rep for Glitter trolls. Doctor MoonBloom for medical needs and a rep practitioners etc.

And of Course the King or Queen who's supposed to represent the people as a whole and lead military plans. Technically They should be one step above the council and said council could only advise the ruler. However, the role of the Royal family shifted once the bergens held the Pop tribe captive. During that time the council switched all focus on survival, which meant keeping people happy so the Chef would leave them alone until Trollistice rolled around. Passing holidays, putting in Hug Time, anything to keep the populace colorful, after a few generations this just became the norm.

Cut to post escape and now the practices that kept them alive, are now hurting the populace with forced toxic positive. Only all the Council are older trolls, who are very traditionalist, and believe what kept them safe in the tree is enough to keep them safe in the woods. Making them hesitant to change anything that might upset people, since negative emotions were once a death sentence. Much to the frustration of Branch, who knows that they are using old tactics on the wrong playing field.

Poppy in this au is going to have a lot of clean up work to do, especially when the other Tribes join up, since the old ways aren't really the old ways and are not working anymore. (

(this is the same for all my Trolls aus, though in Burning Branches, the changes are more swift considering Char was heavily involved in Rock kingdom politics and knows how to fix things even if the Rock trolls government is different system)

[junkeboxjunkie]

"c'mon, donald! let's have some fun!"~

merry christmas and happy holidays, everyone! i'm busy coping with the fact that there is not a drop of snow here in toronto on christmas day 🥲 tried drawing this in the paul rudish mickey shorts style, hope it looks accurate lol

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Episode synopsis:Tito returns her kindness by being a shoulder Evie can lean on when she is having a hard time after all-star break. She tells him it’s anxiety about work. He brings her a box of pastries and they cuddle on the couch all day; he doesn’t realize it’s Valentine’s Day. Later, a hook-up goes very wrong.

A/N: You can refer to cover page for the series summary, author's notes, tropes, general warnings and other fun tidbits. This series contains mature themes. Minors DNI. Warnings: This episode contains mentions of a past toxic relationship and sex that occurs off screen. Disclaimer: This series is set in Chicago but does not mention the name of the team.

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Pal-entine’s Day

Evie — February 10

It’s late when Evie finishes work for the day. She rubs her eyes and finishes her cup of tea, which is now less than lukewarm. She sighs. This was kind of her own doing. She didn’t work as much as she should’ve in January, especially in the week that Tito stayed over, which means she’s feeling more behind than she would like them to be. Not to mention, this latest work she was editing was full of so many glaring issues that the document has more comments than text at this point.

She puts her phone down and rests her head on the table. 

She doesn’t regret it. Tito had been clearly so down in the dumps after his wrist injury. She had taken him to the different museums, touristy sights, and fun restaurants around town that she had been meaning to get to; she had thought that she would catch up on her work when he was in Florida with his brother’s family during Bye Week. 

She doesn’t regret it because their adventures brightened his mood every time, his glowing smile seared on the inside of her eyelids. She thinks about the time she had taken him to the Skating Ribbon in Maggie Daley Park on a particularly bad day. 

He had come back from the rink dejected after being told he couldn’t join no-contact practice yet. He had been cleared to skate, though. So, the joy on his face when he stepped onto the ice again, even if it was a park and not an NHL arena, made them both feel a hundred pounds lighter.

She doesn’t regret it. It’s just that— Unfortunately, her plan to catch up on work during Bye Week didn't happen. The day after Tito left for Florida, her apartment felt startlingly empty. 

It reminded her of when she had first moved to Chicago. She had just a couple of boxes and suitcases. She left behind all the remnants of her life with Pierre. Those plates, pillows, and knickknacks didn’t feel like they belonged in her life anymore. That’s why she moved, right? To get a clean start at age 28. 

It wasn’t just stuff she had left behind. It was her whole life, a life that had looked increasingly foreign in those final months anyway. All of their friends, all of their stuff, all of their memories. He could keep them. She just wanted out.

Those first months in Chicago had felt so lonely, living without anyone else for the first time ever. It was hard to make friends in a new city, so she spent a lot of time just in her apartment. The thought kept creeping into her head that she would probably be alone forever and regret leaving her seemingly perfect relationship behind in Toronto. 

She downloaded and deleted Bumble probably ten times in the first few months.

Eventually, she met Kelsey, Leanne, and the others at a work-sponsored holiday party. They were unhappy that she hadn’t reached out sooner. So, with them dragging her out of her house a few times a week to whatever restaurant, bar, or event, she eventually settled into life in Chicago. Looking back, she’s not quite sure when her one-bedroom apartment started to feel like home.

That's why she’s so shocked to find herself once again feeling unsettled. Her sleep hasn’t been great either, making her sluggish and heavy. In the week or so since Tito left for Florida, she has only left her house twice. Both of them were to see him play when he returned to the lineup after the All-Star break. 

When she looks around her apartment, she can see the small pile of his clothes that sits at the far end of the couch. She had washed them while he was away and folded them so they would be clean when he came back. 

That was a week ago. 

She’s happy that he’s back at training and back in the line-up. She appreciates the rigorous schedule that he's sticking to to get back to the top of his game. 

She understands that means she takes a back seat. It’s just that she wishes a little part of her didn’t resent it or herself for missing his company that she didn’t know she had gotten so used to.

She doesn’t pester him, though, not when he was on vacation and not now that he’s been back training. He still texts her every day, and she tries not to get too excited when he does, being mindful to not be too suffocating and demanding of his time and attention.

She figures it’s probably not a bad idea to realign her priorities: to focus on her work and on the book that she wants to finally finish soon.

Tito — February 14

Tito watches as the sky begins to lighten and decides to just give up on going back to sleep. He reaches over and checks his phone. 

5:48 am. 

Great. 

He unlocks his phone, which opens to the text thread with Evie he had been staring at after the game last night.

Monday, 4:46 pm evie 🧁: sorry, i don’t think i’ll be coming to the game tomorrow. i’m just totally under water with work right now. To evie 🧁: damn, that sucks. i’m sorry. do you want me to come over with some dinner tonight? To evie 🧁: or after the game tomorrow?

He didn’t receive a reply until past midnight that night.

Yesterday, 1:18 am evie 🧁: nah, it’s okay To evie 🧁: good morning to you too. how're you doing? work hasn’t killed you right? i can bring over some lunch. i bet you havent been eating much. Read

He quickly swipes out of his messages and locks his phone again. 

He stares out the window. They have only known each other for less than two months, but not hearing from Evie for so long throws him off-kilter.

This is so unusual, given their typical rhythm, that even if work has been busy, he’s worried, and underneath the worry, he’s confused. It seemed unlike Evie to not be open with him about whatever was bothering her— at least, he thought she was.

A little while later, he finds himself sitting in front of her favorite bakery on his way to her apartment. He waits for the clock to hit 9 a.m. before he heads in and picks up breakfast for them both: a selection of pastries and two coffees. It’s busier than he expects, but there are still plenty of their favorites left. 

He’s been to Evie’s building enough times now that the doorman recognizes him and buzzes him up the elevator straight away with a nod. It’s only when he's standing outside her door that he realizes he should've probably texted beforehand to make sure she was free.

Too late now. Tito rings her doorbell, his heart in his throat as he listens for any sound inside.

Somewhere between 30 seconds and 10 minutes later, he hears some shuffling, and the door opens slowly. Standing in the entryway is Evie rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of his Canucks hoodie, sleep shorts barely peaking out under the hem. He rips his eyes away from the soft skin of her legs. 

She startles when she sees him, her eyes wide. Her messy hair and fuzzy slippers only intensify the warm fondness buzzing in his chest.

“Um, hi,” she says, stepping aside to wave him in. “What’s all this?”

“Nice hoodie,” he beams at her, a crooked smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

“What?” She looks down and immediately covers her face with her hands. “Oh shit, this is yours. I was just grabbing the first hoodie I saw, and it was sitting on my— I’m sorry, do you want it back? I can go change.”

“Hey,” he says gently, setting the food down on the kitchen counter. “No, keep it on. I can’t really wear it out anymore, and it looks good on you.”

She cracks a smile for the first time this morning.

“Here, I brought you some breakfast and coffee— peppermint mocha, half sweet, with oat milk. I figured you might need something stronger with all the late nights you’ve been working.”

She stares at him silently for a long time before reaching for the coffee and whispering a quiet, “Thanks.”

He smiles at her and pulls her in for a quick hug, feeling some of the tightness in his chest melt away as he breathes in her scent. As he pulls back, he waves her to the couch.

“Go, sit.” He pushes her gently. “I’ll bring over the food.”

As if on cue, her stomach grumbles. “What did you get? Oh! Oooh! Good Ambler. My favorite,” she says excitedly, finally looking more like herself.

He smiles to himself as he puts the food down on the coffee table. “Yeah, I know! I got us the quiche and a bunch of their pastries.” He opens the box and watches as her eyes light up.

She laughs, “Wow, you really went all out.” 

“I guess I did,” he shrugs.

They eat in a comfortable silence for a while, both deep in thought. It’s been a few days since Tito has set foot in her apartment. He feels more at home here than in his own place. There are touches of Evie everywhere. 

She has shelves next to the TV console that are covered in books. There are at least five more books spread around the room. Her fuzzy blanket is draped across the back of the couch. There are candles on her coffee table, sitting next to colorful coasters with bad book puns on them. Unhung art and posters are leaning against the bottom of the walls. The space is so clearly lived in and loved.

Although, as he looks around, he can see the signs that things might be a bit off. There are dirty dishes piled up in the sink when there usually wouldn’t be any. There are stacks of papers spread across various surfaces. A box next to the bin for the overflowing trash. He counts at least seven mugs of mostly drunk tea around the space.

He frowns.

“So,” he starts cautiously, “how've you been?” He winces at how awkward that sounds.

“Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Busy? I guess mainly.” She stares at the muffin in her hands, pointedly avoiding his skeptical expression.

He sighs and reaches over, his broad hand lightly covering her wrist. “Hey, I feel like something has been off recently, and I want to know what’s going on. Is it just work that’s been crazy? Or is there something else?”

Evie looks up at him finally; their eyes meet, both assessing the other. He can see the dark circles that dull her tired eyes, her expression pained.

“Yeah, I’ve just been having trouble getting stuff done. But it’s not a big deal. It’s fine, though. I can handle it.” She frowns and picks at the remaining half of the muffin. 

“Hey,” Tito says gently. He reaches out, takes the muffin, and puts it down before taking her hands in his. The movement makes them turn to each other. “It’s okay if you’re struggling. Just tell me how I can help. I won’t judge you, okay?”

She shakes her head, tugging her hands back and hugging them to her body. “Yeah, I know, but I’m okay. I don’t want to be a pain—”

“Evie,” he says gently, “Asking for help doesn’t make you a pain. Look, we’re friends, right? You were there for me last month when I was having a really bad time. And now I want to be here for you. You should let me help where I can. Or at least tell me what’s wrong. I can’t guarantee I’ll always say or do the right thing, but I’ll listen, and I’ll try to help where I can, okay?”

She looks at him, searching his face for a lie and not finding one in his open and caring expression. “Okay,” she whispers with a small smile.

“Okay.”

He hands her back her muffin, and they finish up their breakfast. He takes their trash to the kitchen, and despite her complaints, he does the dishes as he makes them both a cup of tea.

When he sits back down on the couch, he finally speaks again, “So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Or at least, if there’s anything I can do to help?”

She heaves a big sigh but does smile at him warmly before settling into the couch. “I guess I just had a kinda bad week last week? I'm kinda behind on stuff, and I got really in my head about it. Remember how I told you I moved here after a bad breakup? Well…” She shrugs.

“You don’t need to explain if you don’t want to. I know it sucks. I mean, I haven’t dated anyone seriously since before the pandemic. But we actually broke up like January 2020, so those first few months in lockdown were really rough. Just bad feelings and a whole lot of time.” 

She looks up at him, “Oh. I had no idea.”

“It’s not a big deal. That was quite a few years ago at this point, anyway. I’m over it now, but— I’m just saying that I know it can be hard.”

“Yeah,” she nods, fiddling with her mug before finally saying, “Honestly, I’m not that bummed about the breakup. It wasn’t bad or anything. Or at least nothing bad happened. Things just sort of just… I don’t know. I was just feeling like shit all the time.

“By the time I left, I had already been mentally checked out for a while, so I wasn’t really sad at all anymore. It was mainly hard because our lives were so entwined. 

“We had gone to grad school together, and we were working at the same company. We had all the same friends, and everyone loved him, you know? So, it was hard to leave that behind.”

He reaches out and squeezes her knee, encouraging her to keep talking.

“It’s just… I hate it, feeling like I’m falling behind.”

“Like on work?”

She nods weakly.

“Well, if it’s anything I’ve had to learn in my career, you’re more than your productivity. You don’t need to be perfectly productive all the time to be contributing something.”

“Yeah… it’s just that—” Evie sighs.

“What?”

She swallows heavily and looks out the window. “It’s just that… I hate feeling behind at work because it makes me feel like I’m behind on my career. And that’s really all I have right now. After— Like, I’m 28 years old, and what do I have to show for it.”

He studies her face and squeezes her knee again, drawing her gaze back to him. “Who told you that?”

“What?”

“Who told you that you’re behind on life?”

“Well… Pierre? I guess. My ex. He used to talk about success milestones—”

“Success what?” he interrupts.

She powers on. “Just, like, things I should accomplish by a certain age. And when I left, you know? I set back my life? Single again. Starting over. And when I left, Pierre kinda pointed that out. And all I have left is my career— a struggling career.”

“Okay, honestly?” He says, fuming, “Fuck Pierre. Like, what the fuck is that?”

“No,” she shakes her head, chewing on her bottom lip, “No. I don’t— He’s right.”

“He isn't right.” He's sitting up now, fully facing her. “He's not— Firstly, your career isn't struggling. You have a job you enjoy, and from everything I’ve heard from Kelsey and Leanne, you’re fucking good at it. You’re making progress with finishing your book every week, which is awesome. I see you working your ass off all the time. And on top of all that, you're a great fucking friend. And a great fucking person.”

He shakes his head and sighs loudly. “Evie, you don’t have to complete some stupid made-up checklist to be successful. Only you get to decide what counts as success in your life. That's the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. Honestly, Evie, I'm saying this as your friend, fuck Pierre for making you feel lesser and smaller with this bullshit.”

She looks at him, her face betraying her surprise at his outburst. His cheeks are warm and probably a little flushed, but he doesn’t care. He can feel the anger in his veins, opening and closing his fists to dispel some of the energy.

“I guess?” she says finally. “Pierre’s really not a bad guy. He’s a good person. We just— He just wasn’t a good fit for me.”

“Okay,” he concedes, silently disagreeing with her assessment.

“Thanks, though. For saying that. It means a lot.” She reaches out and squeezes his clenched fists. “Thank you. I'm okay, really. Overall, in the grand scheme of things, anyway. I’m sorry I didn’t come to your game yesterday.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to come to every game. It’s just an offer.” He smiles softly. “I mean, I’d love to have you there, obviously, but I’ll understand if you don't.”

“Okay,” she smiles back.

“So, do you think you can take today off? I think you might be a little burnt out.”

She sighs and looks at her phone, the emails trickling in. She knows she has the time; she always makes herself finish far earlier than whatever deadline her director gives her. She fires off a quick message to the group, telling them she’s taking a mental health day, before putting her phone face down on the coffee table.

“Yeah,” she smiles, “I can take today off.”

“Good,” he beams. He puts his arm around Evie’s waist and pulls her into his side. He reaches for the remote. “That’s good because I haven’t seen any Brooklyn Nine-Nine in like two weeks, and I know the next episode is a Halloween heist episode, and it’s been killing me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, dummy. That’s our show. I can’t watch it without you.”

She laughs, “Okay.”

He puts on the show, smiling as it plays the cold open. He turns to her and tugs her in closer.

“Hey, Evie?”

“Yeah?”

“Please just tell me what’s bothering you next time, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I will. I promise.” She smiles up at him from his side, and he feels his chest tighten.

A few episodes later, they've slid down on the couch so that she’s almost lying on top of him. He looks down at her head on his chest to see her sound asleep. He pauses the show and pulls out his phone.

To jason dickinson: yo, do you have any more restaurant recs? evie’s been having a rough week, i’m thinking maybe taking her out for dinner today might cheer her up jason dickinson: eyyyyyyy get it!!!!!! To jason dickinson: ????? get what??? jason dickinson: uh? is this a trick question?  To jason dickinson: no? jason dickinson: a date? laid? idk To jason dickinson: WHAT?!!!! jason dickinson: you’re asking for a date spot right? To jason dickinson: wtf jason, no. we’ve been through this. we’re just friends. jason dickinson: riiiiiiight. just friends who ask for a date spot on valentine’s day

Tito’s eyes widen as he glances at the calendar app on his phone.

February 14.

Valentine’s Day.

Fuck.

Next to him, Evie stirs, yawning.

“Hey,” she says, her voice muffled, “You paused the show?”

“Yeah, you fell asleep.”

She chuckles. “I guess I did.” She looks up at him and frowns. “What’s up, Tito? You got a weird look on your face.”

“Oh, um. I just realized what day it was.”

“What day is it?” she looks at her phone.

“Yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh!” she laughs, shaking her head. She pulls away, sitting up, and runs her fingers through her hair. “Okay? Did you have plans? I’m good here if you want to go.”

“What? No? What plans would I have?”

“I don’t know, Anthony. Maybe you’re an international man of mystery,” she laughs, lightly shoving his knee.

“Sure I am,” he says, rolling his eyes, “That’s not what I meant, though.”

“What did you mean then?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you have plans.” She gives him an unimpressed look. “Okay, well, maybe you don’t have plans. But I didn’t get you anything.”

“Do friends get friends Valentine’s Day gifts?”

He sucks in a breath. “I mean, no? I don’t know.”

“You did get me a whole box of pastries. I feel like that’s pretty good. I mean it’s not like I’ve ever celebrated Valentine’s Day before.”

He freezes, brows furrowed.

“What? You never celebrated with Pierre?”

“Nope,” she shakes her head.

“Weren’t you together for like five years?”

“Yep!” she shrugs. “He just wasn’t into that sort of stuff. He thought it was stupid and a waste of money.”

“Come on, what the fuck?” he says, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, we never did anniversaries either. It’s not a big deal.”

“Please tell me he at least did birthdays.”

“I guess. I mean, he always got me birthday and Christmas presents, but usually nothing major. I always planned a dinner and stuff with our group of friends for my birthday.”

He studies her face, his brows furrowed.

She sits up. “What?” 

“Seriously?”

She nods.

“I bet he always got you to plan his birthday parties too.” He rolls his eyes and sighs. “I don’t mean to be rude, but like. Fuck Pierre, man.”

She’s quiet for a second before saying softly, “It’s really not a big deal.”

He shakes his head. “I mean, sure, Valentine’s Day is kinda stupid and cheesy. But that’s the point. It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t use it as an excuse to show someone you love them.”

“Wow, Anthony. I didn’t know you were such a romantic,” she grins, bumping his shoulder.

“I’m not. He just sounds like he was being lazy and didn’t really care to try.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal, Tito. Guys're just like that.”

His eyes follow the sad smile she gives him, and he pauses. Her eyes are a little glassy, and her cheeks redder. He knows when to leave something be.

“Guys are absolutely not ‘just like that,’” he says, making air quotes. “But I’ll drop it.”

He lays back down, tugging on her arm. He mutters, “I just think that he should've cared enough to try, like, even a little bit.”

“God, you're such a sap. Imagine your teammates hearing about this.”

“I wouldn't be embarrassed, Evie. Like, at all,” he looks at her flatly.

She rolls her eyes and lays back down against him.

A few minutes later, she speaks up again. “So, you want to hit up some clubs tonight? Things always get hot and heavy on Valentine’s Day. Good night to pick-up.”

“It’s Wednesday, and I’ve got a game tomorrow,” he says, his voice hollow as he forces his eyes to stay on the screen.

“Lame,” she says, a relieved smile on her lips that he doesn't see.

Evie — March 2

When Evie comes to, she’s lying on her bed with her arm covering her eyes, panting. Her body still feels tingly, in the way it does after good, wild sex. It always leaves her a little dizzy and disoriented. She can hear the sound of heavy breathing next to her. She hums, pleased.

Her other outstretched hand is buried in soft hair. She tugs on a curl and smiles. She loves his curly hair. Evie has always had thick, straight hair, a blessing and a curse; it has never felt as soft as curly hair does. Her fingers twirl around the curl, playing with the springy coil.

She thinks maybe Tito will let his hair grow even longer. He looks so good with longer hair that forms actual curls. The way it falls in front of his eyes a bit makes him look so soft. She thinks about how he lays on the couch lazily, his hair splayed out on the cushion, and how his shirt rides up to show the sliver of skin above his low-slung sweats when he gets comfortable.

The urge to ask him if he’s going to cut his hair soon overtakes her exhaustion, and she moves her arm to look over.

“So—” Evie starts before she furrows her brows.

At that moment, she notices that instead of Tito’s baby blues, she's met with a pair of wide-eyed browns. Her entire body freezes as the night slams back into her consciousness. 

The dancing, the flirting, the meaningful looks, the cab ride home, the sex. God, the sex was fucking good. Her limbs hum in agreement as her chest tightens.

Well, these eyes gaze at her lazily, warm and soft. Evie’s hand is still in her curly mess of hair. The first thing she thinks is that it's actually longer than Tito’s hair is now before she immediately banishes his name from her mind completely. 

Evie can’t seem to relax her body enough to free her voice, which is caught in her throat.

Shit, what is her name?

Natalie? Natalia? Natasha? Nat for sure—

“Don’t worry,” Nat states, smirking, “I’m not staying. Just trying to catch my breath before leaving.”

Evie can’t help but feel unsettled and disoriented, but she forces her mind to quieten. Nat is really hot, and they did have a really good night. Slowly, Evie puts a coy smile back on her face and blinks slowly at her. 

“You don’t have to leave? If you don’t want to. I didn’t mean to kick you out.”

Evie has absolutely no idea why she just said that. She has never asked a hook-up if they want to stay. It must show on her face because Nat laughs. She shakes her head and presses another heated kiss to Evie’s lips, reminding her why she feels like she’s still floating outside of her body.

“I’ll get going.” Nat shakes her head and stands up, looking for her clothes in the mess on the floor. Evie probably should've cleaned up a little before going out.

She leans up on her elbows and lets her eyes trail down Nat’s body. Her mind finally focuses, and she whistles. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”

Nat laughs. 

“Yes, baby girl. I’ve got to go to work tomorrow. This was very good, though,” Nat says while putting on her clothes. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to ask for your number or when we’ll see each other again. So you don’t need to give me the spiel. I knew— know what this was.”

Evie laughs at the exaggerated wink Nat gives her. She feels a little lighter with relief at that.

“Can I use your bathroom, though? Before I go.”

“Yeah, it’s right through there.”

“Thanks.” Nat sends her a warm smile before slipping into the bathroom.

Evie lays back down and rubs her eyes. That was fucking weird, what the—

Her bathroom door flies open.

“What the fuck?” Natalie says, holding up Tito’s bread trimmer.

“What?” 

“Do you have a boyfriend or something? Did you just fucking use me to cheat on someone?”

“No?” Evie sits up, confused.

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I was willing to overlook the men’s shoes and coat in your entryway; maybe they’re a friend’s. I was willing to overlook the sweatshirts and sweatpants strewn around your room. I figured maybe you just like being comfortable.” 

“What?” she squeaks through the lump in her throat.

Nat powers through her interruption. “But there’s a fucking beard trimmer in there. Two toothbrushes. Two towels. A curly-defining gel that you definitely don’t use. And the—”

“No, you’re—”

“Are you honestly going to tell me you live here alone? What stupid fucking excuse are you going to give me, huh? This is a one-bedroom apartment, dude. Whoever’s shit this is, he's definitely not your roommate.”

Evie stares at her, stunned, mouth opening and closing.

“God, you know what. Save it. I don’t want to fucking know,” she says before storming out of the bedroom. 

Evie hugs her knees in stunned silence, watching from her bed as Nat grabs her coat and shoes. She pleads with her brain for something to say and comes up empty. 

Nat throws her one last dirty look, her face twisting in a scowl at her continued silence. “Seriously, fuck you, Gigi.” 

The sound of the front door slamming makes Evie jump. She just sits there, staring into empty space for so long that she feels her butt go numb.

She flops back onto her bed, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes.

“What the fuck just happened?” she says to her empty room.

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[lynne-monstr]

hi blog it's friday! in an ideal world I would be in the midst of a 4 day weekend. too bad for me, my client decided a holiday weekend was a great place to put their big deadline and so instead I am potentially working this weekend. yuck.

anyway on a happier note, things are busy busy this summer. I went for my big yearly appalachian trail hike with my friends last week. 50 miles in 5 days, and this time I did NOT injure myself! yay! I did, however, not position my rain fly correctly one night, and sadly discovered this fact at 1am when it started pouring and dripping water onto my hammock. blog, let me tell you, feeling around for a poncho in the dead of night and repositioning all the ground stakes of a rain tarp while not having a headlamp and needing to juggle a cell phone in one hand to use the flashlight app is NOT FUN. and then I spent the rest of the night worrying I didn't do a good job. it was not my most fun hiking night, I admit.

(I made up for it several days later when I slept with just my sleeping mat and bag under the stars. it was beautiful)

it was a very fun trip but I'm glad to be back and chilling and having some much needed alone time. next week is another business trip to toronto and them maybe west coast long weekend to visit family and then a beach weekend with more family. (I already had my once-a-year pina colada but I might make an exception and have another!)

I just got back from a lunchtime gym class and I feel great. I'm going to try to do zero more work today because I am still resentful about my nonexistent long weekend lol.

this weekend is more spirealm show and maybe I'll finally download the link click live action show for bestest boy jiang long. and I continue on my goal to try at least one new nyc restaurant per week! I have a few contenders for this weekend, we'll see how it goes.

I hope everyone has a good weekend!

[aleckacktually]

The (Disputable) Macdonald Hall Timeline:

since the dawn of time, fans of this niche canadian book series have been plagued by Gordon Korman’s insistence on making the boys time at school timeless, and by proxy, providing no clear passage of time. at all.

wikipedia helpfully provides the only indication of age is “too young to shave” but technically, this isn’t true. in that same book (This Can’t Be Happening) Boots indeed recalls “his Grade 8 field trip” which would imply they are in grade 9.

this is literally impossible.

i was personally driven insane by this notion.

so, i decided to make an obviously entirely factual timeline for all 7 books in the franchise (and graduation for fun because they don’t mention it in book 7, which means it’s not their last year yet) based on comments made throughout the story.

the START dates for the books are all absolutely accurate, but the length is a little fishy (pardon the pun) because unfortunately they almost never confirm how long it’s been since the start of the book by the end.

the holiday dates are based off of the modern toronto school calendar as well as me asking people i know who went to school in canada in the early 80s so while they may not be EXACT, they’re as close as we’re gonna get.

so without further ado, bruno and boots antics now helpfully provided with dates:

feel free to send an ask if you want to see any of my evidence for the start of books that AREN’T right after summer or the length of certain stories cause i’d be happy to tell you!

and yes i did use apple calendar for this, i think it makes me look even more insane and that’s pretty funny

[foxes-that-run]

2012 Haylor timeline

Timeline Tag, or years 2011

3 - 26 January - Up all Night UK tour dates

3 January - Harry's answer to are you single is inaudible, the band answers for him on Nova, this happens again on the 13th with another station.

4 January - Harry Birmingham

6 January - Harry said to RRMB he has a few days off before his birthday and will spend it at home with his family.

12 January - Taylor seen for first time in the year in Nashville. When asked if they are single Harry said "I'm Harry!! and I'm Hi!... then whispers single". This interview looks to be 12th Jan. After this, Liam starts answering this question for the whole band with variations of "Louis and I have GFs the others are up for grabs" so Harry doesn't have to, that keeps up for most of the year. Recorded 11 Jan

13 January - 1D arrive Glasgow

14 January - one direction cover Kings of Leon Use Somebody in Glasgow, later 23 June Harry says it’s his favourite song. First show after Taylor seen in NY about being lonely and missing your lover on the road.

? January - Scott Borchetta said he thought the album (Red) was done in January "During Speak Now, when I went to (label head) Scott Borchetta and said, 'The album's finished,' he said, 'No, it's not -- you need to keep writing.' With Red, he came to me in January and said, 'I think the album's finished.' This time, I said, 'No, it's not -- I need to keep writing." Taylor is encouraged to work with other producers and hires Max Martin.

20 January - Taylor at Sundance in Utah with Ethel Kennedy at Ethel's invitation. Taylor's Vogue cover, KK Your kitchen or mine tweet. Not seen for 3 days then in London. 1D Kings Cross Station

21 - 26 January - Taylor "holidays" in London, first seen 23rd hotel no engagements, she she had spend months there the last year. Papped walking alone in the Zoo and with Swans at the Princess Diana memorial on days One Direction had shows. Papped alone in London, 26 January in London. Zayn says to Mark Michaels Show that they have a week off after LA.

24 January - 1D Dublin

22-26 January One Direction UK shows.

27 January - One Direction leave London for LA to film iCarly.  Taylor also returns LA on the same day. Harry tweets that he 'didn't dump' Caroline, he never said they were more than friends. Niall says Harry was playing guitar (9)

28 January - One Direction LA photoshoot

29 January - 1D hotel LA

30 January - 1D six flags, then by hotel pool,

31 January - photoshoot Santa Monica

1 February - One direction seen at LA Airport on Harry's 18th Birthday. Harry gets first tattoo (star) Taylor in LA. Whole band at Tesco on 2nd, wearing the same clothes as LAX.

1 - 7 February - Taylor MIA for a week. Band have the week off, Louis seen with Eleanor, Niall at BBC, but Harry MIA. To RMBD Harry say they are all virgins, they laugh. He says honestly. Louis says he went to Ibiza for a night on a break “2 weeks ago”.

7 February - Taylor first seen in LA., Harry Manchester nightclub

9 February - Harry celebrates his birthday with his parents in London, a week after they were at LAX.

12 February - Taylor performs Mean at Grammy's in LA and sings "One day I'll be singing this at the Grammy's"

13 February - 1D Sweden, 14 Paris & London, 18 London.

February - Taylor writes Holy Ground and works with Jeff Bhasker, because she likes what he did with Fun (Jack) Jeff is later one of Harry’s main solo collaborators.

20 February - 1D on Eurostar train from part before Brit awards, Harry tweets photos of the band sleeping 

22, 23 February - Harry London, leaving Nick G's flat, heathrow

24 February - 10 March: One Direction supported Big Time Rush in their US dates. Reports parts of the crowd left when 1D finished. Harry sheepishly agrees with the Edge NZ that he's available to Kiwi girls when they come there soon. 🤦‍♂️

25 February - reports Harry moved out of 1D flat, soon on market

26 February - One Direction in Toronto. On 17 August 2022 Harry told a crowd (2.30) he met Jeff Azoff in Toronto 2012, likely around this show.

8 March - One Direction NY, 26 - Canada, 28 - LA

2 - 18 March - Speak Now, last tour dates in Australia and NZ.

17 March - Taylor plays Eyes Open 3 days early in Auckland. She releases the re-record on 17 March 2023.

2 March - Lover Journal March 2, 2012, Perth, says she wrote "nothing new" on the plane, mentions 'a case of you' and getting older, Knowing everything at 18 and nothing at 22. (she was 22, Harry was 18)

8 March 1D asked in Nashville if their sad TS not there. The 4 other boys all turn their heads sharply when they hear her name and Harry who jokingly hits his knee. They clearly had not only met, but the band knew Harry and Taylor were connected.

12 March - One Direction on Today show, 1D have week off in NYC

19 March - Taylor back in LA from Australia

20 March - WMYB goes #1 in US, first UK group to do so. Liam, Niall and Harry in NY, go to NY Nick's game. Louis with Eleanor. Harry later says was returning a rental bike when he heard #1.

24 - 27 March - 1D in Dallas, Montreal, appearances interviews

29 March - One Direction arrive in LA for KCA

29-30 March - Kids Choice Award Rehearsals, Zayn tweets "If the love is real it will rise above all else ! :) x"

31 March - first seen same place at Kids Choice Awards. A source close to Taylor later said to Vanity Fair he had chased her for a year, that would indicate they met in London in March 2011.

2 April - Lunch in LA, 4 LA

4 April - Morgan Spurlock tweets photo of harry in bed in Ben's Attic while filming This is Us

8 April - Taylor and One Direction stay at the Bowery Hotel in NYC. Harry and Taylor seen at a museum. Harry's high school best friend talked about him dreaming of Taylor.

11 April - one direction is asked who will leave the band first. (3:38) Louis says Adam. The interviewer thinks they are being silly, I think they are speaking in code, Zayn looks annoyed, they’ve called Harry Susan (Boyle) since the dolls, is Adam (Lambert - Zayn?) Liam adds Andrew (Garfield - Louis?) or David (Beckham - Liam?) after, Louis adds or Susan Boyle (Harry). Later interviews have lines of “no one will leave” & “we’re stronger together” they also have names that rhyme with their names Harry/Barry, Zayn/Wayne (in Liam Logan Paul podcast 33) It’s an example the boys were salty with each other in interviews.

12 April - Harry asked if has been texting Taylor in Australia and is unprepared. He is taken aback and pauses before saying “we met in America and she’s very nice” (1:27)

13 April - Taylor writes 'Come back... be here' and Message in a Bottle.

13 - 22 April Up All Night Australia and NZ dates

23 April - Harry pictured kissing a girl in New Zealand, Taylor instagram story with infidelities song. Harry said in a NZ interview his fatal flaw was girls (11 mins).

23 April - Taylor wrote with Max Martin and Shellback. Max Martin discusses their first meeting in this interview (52:30 Mins) "Our first day was in Conway Studios. I was quite nervous, quite nervous. A guy from Maroon 5 shows up…" He tells the story about WANGBT. Trouble started as a sad piano ballad, in the Red Listening party it was started 'almost 6 months before'.

24 April - Harry back at Heathrow,

21-25 April Taylor wrote treacherous making Red. Then 24 April we are never getting back together. Taylor writes Babe. Honestly writing these songs if they met 3 weeks earlier would be unhinged.

27 April - Harry buys a £100k Audi A8. 28 Lunch with friend, 30 in Holmes Chapel

1 May - Harry back to LA, 9 Harry at Studio in London

May - Harry seen with Emily Atack in the UK (But I can't find a date?) the break up was announced a few days after Harry go to the US. In 2013 she confirmed they had a brief non BF/GF fling

20 May - Harry arrives LA, disappears, reemerges on 27th. Everything has changed and Run is written with Ed, Hi and A tattoo's. I love you by Alex and Sierra hints it was 20th. "Can I stay Tattoo" He was later asked about the A and said "Oh.. it's for me mum" and Louis shouts "no it's not! It's for a mystery blonde". Again unhinged behavior if they met 5 weeks earlier.

22 May - 1 July - Up all night US Tour dates

29 May - Everything has changed recorded with Ed, Gary light body has backing vocals. both Harry and Taylor then wrote Gary Lightbody, This is the Last time (Taylor) and Something Great (Harry) and an unreleased collaboration between them.

6 June Taylor says to New Orleans Magazine: “These days, I’ve been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: “Things I can change” and “Things I can’t.” It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking!

10 June -June 10, 2012, LA Lover Journal 'Trouble' & 22. Corporate event refers to Walmart, it’s the interview where a guy jokes about not knowing who she is. Taylor writes about loving song writing, and "God I've been having such a beautiful life lately. I can't believe it. It's like there's magic in the air". She said she had Friday off, went hiking and planned 'our' trip for 4th July.

12 June - Harry told YRV he was listening to the Fun Album (Jack Antonoff)

15 June -  Won't stop till we surrender Tattoo on anniversary of Taylor having the arm lyrics, the St Paul show Harry was Mia in a break for, remeeting up with the band in LA. Taylor had a lover journal that date. Something so unexpected and amazing happened recently... I’ve become blissfully happy with my life.

16 June - the Ex'pression Session, (21:30) a fan suggested Ed propose to Harry, Ed responded "Nah, he's taken", someone joked 'by Lous' and Ed laughed innit. Ed had just written everything has changed and Run with Taylor about Harry, he was well aware of Harry and Taylor's relationship. 1D at six flags

17 June - 1D and Taylor in California. Someone tweets Taylor saying they saw her getting froyo.

18 - 21 June - Neither Harry or Taylor seen, Liam and Niall do a twitcam, Louis seen with Eleanor in LA, Zayn seen leaving LA at airport. Liam later says 1D had a week off to record and played Simon the album. After this Harry kissed the heart area of his arm, cried in a radio station after the band said he is unlucky in love and Taylor dated Connor.

22 June - Harry says in an interview that every day they perform every day and fly at night. Coughing and wearing paper plane. Record Radio Disney when Harry kisses arm where Heart will be

23 June - One Direction in Dallas, interview where The band say Harry is the best wing man and has the least skills with ladies, Harry set Eleanor and Louis up. Harry wipes his eye. Liam calls him a lonely old man and Harry looks sad. Harry is over the interview and at first doesn’t answer then says “I want” is his favorite song on the album (about a girl who wants material things but he wants love) and that Use somebody by Kings of Leon is his favorite by other artists (about wanting someone to cuddle on tour) On the same day there is an interview where he moves to the heart tattoo area when a fan asks about a wild theory about beanie wearing.

26 June - Liam says they just had a week off touring to record Take Me Home and that SC had just heard it. He said they did not have much longer to record it. Louis also says it in interviews. 1D Bert Show interview where Harry says he dropped someone off when he got his license. On the same day Harry appears to be crying, in Atlanta.

1 July - end of 1D Up all night Tour, One Direction return to UK

3 July - Harry heathrow (returning)

4-8 July - Taylor meets Connor at 4th July party (CK Timeline)

9 July - Harry seen with Caggie Dunlop in London

13 July - (13+7) Taylor played 7 songs from her new album including We are Never Getting Back Together in London 'playback event'. Harry was seen in Holmes Chapel the day after, neither seen for 5 days before.

15, 16 July - Harry Holmes Chapel, 18 Sony London

25  July - Taylor and Connor have pizza, Harry golf Olly Murs, London nightclub.

27 July - "I Can't Change" Tattoo

28 July - Harry seen with Una Healy at a wedding

28 - 30 July - Taylor and Connor go sailing

31 July - 1D in recording studio in London

1 August - Harry buys Hampstead Health House. Niall told an interviewer they has spend 4-5 weeks recording flat out then have 10 days off, Harry spends them in London house hunting.

4 - 31 August - Harry London, 8th in Studio with Ed, 25 filmed live while young

12 August - 1D play Olympics closing ceremony London, Taylor and Connor Cape Cod.

13 August - Taylor bought Hyannis Port house, seen w/Connor

14 August - Taylor google plus hangout for red where she unveiled the cover. Said she was working on Red hidden messages now. Premiers WANGBT and jokes it’s a love song to her ex-boyfriend. Harry gets a childhood tattoo and a personal  (17 Black artist, Kevin Black, described him as having a sadness about him and referred to lou Teasdale and her BF and said he had 'a bit of a bad vibe' from them) and the padlock (Ed) Talk of half sleeve.

16 - 18 August - Connor and Taylor in Nashville.

17 August - Taylor kissed Connor, cape cod

18 August - Taylor asked to leave Connors aunt's wedding, Taylor later said it was a misunderstanding to Rolling Stone.

19 August - Taylor visited Connors mums grave with him and played volleyball. Not seen with Connor again.

20 August - Harry seen at Radio 1 to talk about the BBC Teen Awards with Nick Grimshaw. Harry hadn't been seen for 5 days and told a story about driving to London the day before.

21 August - Harry's friend Tom Atkin (Lou Teasdale's boyfriend) did the Never Gonna Dance tattoo on Harry's leg. A photo of him doing it was run in the Mirror.

23 August - 1D film Live While We're Young, 17 Black and the birdcage can be seen. Harry keeps ankles covered.

"Late August" - Taylor does the Rolling Stone cover interview for October where she crashes her car twice and shows the interviewer her Nashville Apartment with Koi Pond, birdcage and Wonderland vibes.

31 August - Harry leaves Nick Grimshaw radio show late at night in London then disappears till LA on the 4th. Taylors Rolling Stone shoot in NY, jacket is later in the London scene of End Game MV.

3 September - Taylor in LA

4 September - 1D at VMA rehearsals also LA.

5 September - Harry and Taylor hang out at VMAs rehearsals and get sushi in group.

6 September  - Harry smiles introducing her song on VMAs, Zayn whispers 'Taylor Swift' in Harry's ear when asked celebrity crush.

8 September - Gemma's name in Hebrew in LA

9 September - Birdcage, drama mask and SMCL tattoo

12 September - Harry sings Never gonna dance again with Grimmy on his last night show and is really shy and doesn’t sing, Grimmy says “you have the lyrics to this song tattooed on your body you choose it”

15 September - Harry, Niall, Louis and Eleanor at James Corden's wedding in Leeds

17 September - Harry at London fashion week . Louis On Twitter: “Hows this , Larry is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. I'm happy why can't you accept that.”

21 September - Taylor in Las Vegas for iHeartRadio then MIA till London 28th, 1D in London

23 September - audio of 'Zayn' giving girls instructions to hotel room and being impatient, uses Harry's name.

24 September - Harry tells Nick Grimshaw first of 3 days filming tour screens on Grimmy first morning show. Neither love or heart tattoo in the tour screens.

25 September - Harry gets Love Banner Tattoo (covered by the left sparrow in Nov). Presumed Heart also. and is in the IKYWT video. It’s not in the tour screens but is in the chart show interview.

26 September Harry's heart tattoo can be seen, either not filled or still healing. Seen in lots of interviews. Niall told Grimmy they has a press day this day. Also seen in Entertainment on demand that day too (first date they use it is 27th).

28 September - 1D in pre-taped interview chatty man then HS MIA. Taylor Marie Claire UK November shoot video in Nashville mia previous 6 days. Friday night, the rest of the band posts (Louis with Eleanor) and seen on weekend, but HS & TS silent and MIA.

29 September - Taylor has a sony all access fan event to talk about WANGBT in Nashville

30 September - Taylor films Begin Again MV in Paris. Harry posts Paris photo a week later, but he is in Ireland when posted.

1 October - Harry LA restaurant with Ed

5 October - Taylor and Harry in London for BBC1, Harry tweets about paper airplanes. Taylor wearing Harry's shirt. Both appear on Nick Grimshaw (28m) Nick asks Harry if he’d met Taylor then says old swiftie about 13 times and plays a bit of her interview. Harry choose Paris as the last track. Taylor tells Jonathan Ross she has a good looking boyfriend. Harry plays wangbt on radio

7 October - both Harry and Taylor at kids choice awards London. Taylor plays Red live for the first time, rather than any of Red's singles (WANGBT and Begin Again were new, IKYWT was the next single)

9 October - Sugarscope report Taylor invited member of 1D to dinner and cancelled when when leaked “"Taylor’s team whisked her off to Luton after the awards," a source told The Sun. "She had a private jet at Luton Airport ready to take her back to the US at 10pm. All her staff were told she was having a private dinner with one of the guys from One Direction. “It was all cancelled abruptly, and nothing more was said.””

12 October - H Ireland filming Late Late asked if TS asked them to dinner and they said 'you take this Harry', also said he also said he got things I change tattoos. Harry got Things I can / things I can't tattoo's, later covered Can with bible (Jan 14) and Can't with Eagle (Dec 15). Drama because 1D media list of banned questions immediately before Zayn interview. Interviewer ends interview immediately and airs it.

13 October -they go to Ed’s show in London.  Ed shares a tour diary on 1 Jan with a video of him laughing with Harry at (1:20) (they are referencing this Australian Project Interview, which is talking about Australian Sunrise.) Taylor can be heard laughing off screen. Ed got Red tattoo in the video also.

14 October - Taylor performs on X-factor UK

15 October - Taylor back in LA. Little Things MV shot 15-16 Oct, Kiss You is also directed by Vaughan Arnell and likely shot this week with Harry's heart and love banner tattoos. Kiss You filmed at Elstree Studios in North London, Little thing studio unknown. Harry at Ed's show

17 October - October 17, 2012, LA Lover Journal - This Love Lyrics, also performed Eyes Open at VH1 Storytellers event. Harry posts pink and blue heart tattoo photo, LDN, NY & LA tattoos. Harry lists Taylor as celebrity crush to seventeen

18 October - One Direction in London Studio.

19 October - Video on Taylor talking in Speak Now "I don't care if you have tattoos, I don't care if you have a dic-a gap between your teeth'?

22 October - Red released, official Connor BUA. Taylor on CityTV in Canada, the interviewer comments on Justin Bieber's tattoos in a leading way which Taylor avoids. Asked again about fans getting tattoos and says tattoos are a huge commitment 3 times (11:30).

25 October - Taylor says her favourite love song is Sweet Disposition which Harry had tattooed on the arm lyric anniversary and that Love Actually is her favourite film that makes her feel better and Taylor shyly says "there's this movie called about last night that Demi Moore and Rob Lowe back in the 80s and they like get back together, they break up and they spend all this time apart and then the end they get back together cuz they were really good together oh so I don't know I like that idea" and blushes.

Rolling Stone from earlier in year goes to print "Taylor in Wonderland" "She’s uncomfortable discussing a line from her new album – “I’ll do anything you say if you say it with your hands” – that seems to break new ground. “I don’t know if I’m interested in writing about, um, blatantly sexual things out of the context of how it affects a relationship,” she says, then pauses. “Oh, I should just totally say that Dan thought of it,” she adds, meaning co-writer Dan Wilson. “I could get myself off the hook so quick!" Swift loves the idea of long relationships, though she’s never really had one. “It usually lasts four and a half months, and then it all just disintegrates. Then I spend, like, a year and a half mourning the loss of it.”

31 October - Harry seen in London wearing Paper Plane

3 November - Harry Paris

4 November Harry says to cosmopolitan he’s seeing someone who is ambitious and it’s difficult if the papers picture him with someone

6 November - Taylor arrives in London no paper plane. Harry tweeted if I could fly 6 November 2015.

7 November - Both perform at Radio 1 Teen Choice Awards. Taylor wears Paper plane.

10 November - Taylor in Paris says her favorite song today is treacherous because love can be really dangerous but it’s worth it.

12 November - wearing airplane necklaces, Harry flys separate to 1D to see Taylor and watches her X-factor rehearsal. Taylor met Jack Antonoff. Harry got Swallow Tattoos to cover love banner & showed on Ellen.

14 November harry writes something great with jackknife lee

15 November - Taylor performs X-Factor US and Harry watches and carries her over his shoulder.

17 and 18 November - I knew you were trouble MV filmed in California (love already covered)

2 December - Central Park

3 December - 1D MSG, Dancing in NY no shoes

5 December - Harry shot Teenage dirtbag video NYC.

6 December - Taylor leaving trump hotel where 1D staying

7 December - Jingle Ball, Taylor kisses Harry before going on stage, he dances and hugs her dad. He fly's in her plane to London not with 1D. Photos of her feet with his mum.

9 December - both return to London on Taylor's private jet. 1D Jingle Ball. Harry and Taylor holiday in the UK together until December 15th when Taylor leaves for France.

10 December - Video of them kissing backstage at Z100 Jingle Bell Ball. Pap video with all the 1D boys and Gfs that ends with 5 Haylor coming/going from hotels. Olly Murs calls Taylor “Harry’s Missus” in marry kiss kill

? December - Halsey posts "That Haylor Song" on Tumblr which went viral, it mocks I Knew You Were Trouble

12 December - they go to the Lakes District for her birthday

18 December - Taylor goes with Harry to get ship Tattoo. He is seen with Andrea and Taylor at their LA house

21 December - Ski trip, snowmobile accident

26 December - article Harry sent Taylor a singagram of a country version of WMYB for Christmas

30 December - Keep Driving: "Passports in Footwells" Harry leaves his passport in his mum's car and misses his flight to NY for:

31 December - NYE Kiss, insane crowd, kiss in lift of hotel

Continue to 2013

[jayhawksofficial]

Jayhawks Tour Update October 2024

🎄🎄 HOLIDAY SHOW(S) ANNOUNCED 🎄🎄

'tis the season for The Jayhawks annual Holiday Show. This year it will be twice the fun: 2 nights at the wonderful The Fitzgerald Theater in downtown St. Paul on December 20 & 21. We're also thrilled to announce that our old friend and tour mate Matthew Sweet will be starting off the night. This will be a very special double bill.

================== UPDATE 10/23 In light of the recent news about Matthew Sweet's health crisis, we're working on coming up with a new opener for our December holiday shows in St. Paul. More news soon. ===================

The new venue for the holiday shows isn't the only change. The shows this year will feature a more "acoustic" approach, which presents all kinds of exciting possibilities for the setlists and staging.

Tickets go on sale to the public this Friday, October 11 at 10am CT. This is a reserved seat venue so get in early for the best selection.

There is an exclusive artist presale that starts at 10am CT on Wednesday, October 9.

Presale code is PECAN

Ticket links Friday December 20: https://bit.ly/3BCiMJq Saturday December 21: https://bit.ly/4gP7zFv

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We still have a few short runs on the calendar for October and November.

Tour dates & ticket links: bit.ly/JayhawksShows

Tour schedule (as of October 23) October 24 - Fall River, MA - Narrows Center For The Arts October 25 - Woodstock, NY - Bearsville Theater (with Tommy Stinson) October 26 - Newton, NJ - The Newton Theatre (with James Mastro) November 7 - Toronto, ONT - The Great Hall (with Daniel Greaves from The Watchmen) November 8 - Toronto, ONT - The Great Hall (with Daniel Greaves from The Watchmen) November 9 - Brant, ONT - Paris Presbyterian Church November 10 - Burlington, ONT - The Burlington Performing Arts Centre December 20 - St. Paul, MN - Fitzgerald Theater December 21 - St. Paul, MN - Fitzgerald Theater

2025 January 16-20 - South Walton, FL - 30A Songwriters Festival (exact schedule released in January)

[leafpapi]

please remember to not make fun of kids who still believe in santa…. there are still grown adults that believe in the toronto maple leafs

happy holidays friends

[intersexbookclub]

December pick: Across the Green Grass Fields

For December we'll be having a fun read, a YA portal fantasy with unicorns and centaurs that features a main character with AIS! The author is perisex, but the book has been well-reviewed by intersex people and had at least one intersex sensitivity reader. When we’re meeting We will be meeting to discuss the four chapters on Fri Dec 22, at: - 12:30-14:00 Pacific (Vancouver, San Francisco, etc) - 15:30-17:00 Eastern (Toronto, New York, etc) - 21:30-23:00 Central European (Berlin, Paris, etc) for more time zones see here

Normally we meet on the last Friday of the month but given the winter holidays in many countries & cultures we will be meeting on the penultimate Friday this month.

To join the discord: https://discord.gg/U8ZucKwGPK Also see: our code of conduct

How much of the book do you need to read? You don’t need to finish it participate! You are welcome to skim and/or skip chapters as desired. The book's chapters are grouped into Parts. Reading the first Part is plenty to have interesting things to discuss, and reading the first two will give you a good sense of the book. Current & future book picks If this isn’t in the cards for you, we’re reading a selection from Critical Intersex this month (November). For January we'll be reading a selection from Envisioning African Intersex.

[misshoneyimhome]

I know we’ve only done present day Willy fics and it’s totally okay if it’s not your cup of tea but these hospital pics have me thinking about how soft Willy would be with your kiddos at Christmas! My sibling and I would always make my mum and dad sit, make them paper tickets and serve hot chocolate to them as we watched the Polar Express like we were lil conductors and I can do imagine his lil blonde babies doing the exact same thing and he’s just so soft and excited that you two created such adorable toddlers and they’re at the age where the holiday starts to get really fun🥹

Not my cup of tea? 😍 Darling, that man triggers my desire for a baby even from over 3,500 miles away 🙈 one family Christmas scenario coming up ❤️

[So, let’s envision this scenario taking place in about five years; and also as a way for me to manifest that William stays in Toronto 🙏🏻]

I hope it's alright that I incorporated a bit of your childhood memory because oh my goodness, I wish my brother and I had done that too 😱 It's so sweet! Yet, I've also intertwined it with one of my own most cherished memories; and I hope it somewhat resembles what you had in mind ❤️

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Have yourself a merry little Christmas...

“Mooom, Daaaaad!” a kid's voice rang out through the condo. "Wake up!"

You stirred slightly as the young boy's shouts slowly roused you from sleep.

“Hey, your son's awake,” you murmured softly with a gentle grin, nudging the man lying next to you. But he simply grunted deeply, still facing the other way and buried in the pillow.

“Mom! Dad!”

"Ugh," he let out another deep, sleepy groan. “I'm sleeping, so he's all yours…”

You blinked your eyes open, chuckling lightly at William's unshakeable sleepiness. Leaning over, you planted a soft kiss on his neck.

“Looks like our boys need us, love,” you tried to rouse him, but only deep, rumbling sounds came from the large man.

So, with another light chuckle, you rolled over, got up, and dressed in your most comfortable loungewear before heading to the kitchen.

“Wow, what's happened here?” you exclaimed with a big smile as you entered the kitchen/dining area.

"We made you breakfast, Mum!" exclaimed Eliot with so much pride. "Look! It's our favourites: chocolate crunch and oats."

It was incredibly heart-warming. Your two sons had woken up earlier than you and your husband, William Nylander, on this December Sunday morning, when William didn't have any training or a match in the evening.

"We did it almost like you do," Lucas chimed in, also brimming with excitement, and you had to fight back the urge to get teary-eyed.

On the large mahogany dining table, draped with a red Christmas cloth, the boys had raided nearly every cupboard in the kitchen - biscuits, bread, oats, chocolate crumbles, Nutella, jam - then continued to raide the fridge for butter, milk, and other breakfast essentials. They'd even set out plates, cutlery, glasses, and mugs, just like you typically did on family mornings.

And you could see they'd attempted to make coffee but had given up halfway through. Not that it mattered; their effort alone was enough to melt your heart.

"Oh, boys! This is so wonderful - I can't believe you've done all of this," you said, pulling the two young ones into a tight hug, embracing them both.

"Come on, Mum!" protested Eliot, eager to continue with his morning plans.

"Right, why don't you both go and give dad a surprise jump? I'll wrap things up here," you proposed with a wide smile, prompting them to dash into the bedroom and wake up William.

As you brewed the coffee they had attempted to make, you couldn't help but feel a rush of joy thinking about your amazing family. And taking advantage of the moment, you decided to whip up some scrambled eggs, a dish you knew they all loved.

**

Elliot, nearly six years old, was your eldest. He was a spitting image of William, from his blond hair and blue eyes to his well-defined nose and build. His laughter echoed that of your husband's, and that mischievous grin appeared to be a direct copy paste of his. Even William's love for food seemed to have been passed on to Elliot.

Eliot had also been a little unexpected. Sure, you and William knew what could happen when you’d have sex without any form of protection, but you hadn’t expected for anything to happen so quickly.

The idea of having children had been a topic in your relationship for some time back then, and after being together for almost three years, both of you felt it was a good time to start trying. While you had always considered children as an option, you weren't always certain about William's stance on parenting. Coming from a large family, he was naturally surrounded by discussions about children at family gatherings, yet given his boyish and charming nature, you weren't sure if he truly saw himself in a parental role.

However, something changed after a round of playoffs, where the Leafs nearly clinched victory in the second round. William had observed the many families within his team, witnessing how family members lifted the spirits of his teammates after the loss. He noticed the pure joy that radiated from them upon seeing their children, and just like that something had sparked within him.

Although your captivating smile and laughter were undeniably the most wonderful things for him, something deeper started to stir within the forward. A small urge to see you carrying his child emerged, along with a vision of the two of you with little versions of yourselves.

Consequently, during the following off-season, William brought up the topic, and you eagerly agreed to slowly start trying. However, it seemed that his strong genes and highly active sperm weren't interested in taking things slow, as by the beginning of the new season, you announced your very first pregnancy.

And then there's Lucas. He's more of a mommy's boy, incredibly sweet and almost innocent, always eager to lend a hand. And despite having just turned three, he showed a remarkable level of maturity for his age.

Elliot was undoubtedly his favourite role model, besides William, of course. However, he had his own unique qualities that set him apart from your other boys, although hockey remained a common passion among all of them. Whether it was watching daddy train or play at the rink, engaging in mini stick games, or watching a match at home, they were deeply involved whenever the sport was involved.

Yet, Lucas also harboured a love for drawing and enjoyed assisting you with cooking. He relished being around when you were cleaning and was content entertaining himself if you were occupied with something else.

In general, both boys were remarkable. Despite the typical sleep disruptions from cries and illnesses, they were relatively hassle-free. Right from their infancy, they seemed to inherit William's talent for sleeping and your family's collective love for food.

And you wholeheartedly loved cooking for your boys. They appreciated everything you made and devoured meals as if there was no tomorrow. Except on Mother's Day, when, if possible, William would take charge of the kitchen to prepare something special or opt for takeout. But the important thing was, you weren't the one cooking. 

And neither were you this morning.

Eliot had expertly guided his younger brother in setting the table like he remembered you always did, along with their homemade Christmas decorations. It was nothing short of perfection.

**

"Mommy, daddy's finally here!" Lucas hollered as the two boys practically dragged William out of the bedroom and towards the table.

"Took you long enough," you chuckled lightly, earning a soft smile from your man, dressed in his comfortable blue and white checkered pyjamas and a loose white t-shirt. His hair was a tousled mess, resembling a lion's mane, and his eyes betrayed the lingering tiredness. To be fair, he'd arrived home late last night due to an away game, and today you were just grateful that there were no hockey commitments. Today was all about cosying up together as a family and truly celebrating Christmas.

William, naturally, leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Morning, babe," he greeted with a drowsy smile.

The four of you then settled into your usual spots: you across from William, with Eliot beside him and Lucas seated next to you.

"Now, what do we say?" You grinned at your sons.

"God aptit!" the two boys chimed simultaneously, before you all delved into the delicious bread and whatever else the boys had discovered in the kitchen cupboards.

It was a simple yet delightful meal.

William's face also lit up as he savoured the food his sons had prepared, and his sleepiness seemed to fade away as Eliot started chatting away, as he always did.

And as you all neared the end of the first course of the day, Eliot suddenly brimmed with excitement.

"Wait, there's more!"

"More? How can there be more, darling?" you chuckled, exchanging glances with William, both intrigued by the young boys' behaviour.

"Come on, Luke," the eldest instructed, leading them hand in hand towards Eliot's room. And when they returned, they held something behind their backs, sporting mischievous grins across their small faces.

You and William couldn't help but smile as you watched your sons beam with joy. They took deep breaths, almost acting shy, and the anticipation in the air was palpable.

"We've made you something..."

"I helped Eliot!" Lucas nearly shouted.

"And what's that?" William laughed, encouraging the boys to come closer to each of you and unveil the little piece of paper they held in their tiny hands.

"You've made these?" You smiled, seeing their excitement as they nodded in affirmation.

"We made them in kindergarten," Eliot explained.

The tiny piece of paper was covered in glitter, with the letters T E K K E T written somewhat crookedly in what seemed to be a child's handwriting.

"Baby, did you write this?" You asked, slightly surprised that your five-year-old had been practicing his writing.

"Yes, Miss Turner helped us spell."

"That's amazing, Eliot. I'm so proud of you," you beamed.

William's reaction mirrored yours in heartfelt pride.

"But then the big question is... what are tickets for?" he inquired curiously, prompting the boys to exchange quick glances before looking back at you and your husband.

"It's for the fort!" Lucas exclaimed with excitement.

"Oh, so you've built a fort?" you asked with a light chuckle, noticing no fort in the living room.

"Well..." Eliot hesitated for a moment as if trying to articulate his idea. "We thought that we can build it – together," he suddenly blurted out, throwing his arms in the air. "For when we watch the Christmas movies."

It was a tradition you had established in your family. Whenever you had a family day together in December, watching Christmas movies was a must. Well, the tradition might have expanded to other days outside the holiday season, but it all began here.

"Well, I'm sure daddy would love to build the fort with you then," you grinned at William, who chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"No, Mum, you need to help too," Lucas insisted.

"How about you strong boys build the greatest fort ever seen – and then I'll cook up some delicious snacks for when we snuggle up? How does that sound?"

"YEAH!" the boys exclaimed before darting off to gather pillows and blankets to throw onto the sofa.

"They're all yours," you smiled at William, knowing he was the ultimate fort builder in the household.

And soon, the condo resonated with cheers. You put on some Christmas tunes while clearing the table, and the boys began their creative fort construction.

Meanwhile, you started gathering an assortment of snacks from your kitchen. Considering William's diverse eating habits – especially his penchant for candies brought back from Sweden – you prepared a snack board comprising various Canadian candies, the best Swedish treats, alongside nuts, fruits, and, of course, popcorn to mix things up a bit.

Christmas ambience filled the air of your home, creating a perfect day brimming with laughter and joy. And after a while, you once again heard the boys' excited shouts.

"We're done!" Eliot's voice echoed from the living room area. Looking up, you saw the little boys, along with their dad, had fashioned a beautiful architectural marvel from an assortment of pillows, blankets, duvets, and whatever else they could find.

"Wow, I can't wait to use my ticket to see how it looks on the inside," you exclaimed joyfully, joining the guys by the sofa as you carried the snack board.

"Looks like you've been quite creative yourself," William chuckled, admiring the variety of foods before pulling you in for a tender kiss.

"Ew..." Eliot teased, before the boys eagerly snuggled in under the tent made from a large bedsheet serving as the roof.

With laughter, you and William then presented your "tickets" to the boys to enter the fort along with the two family dogs. You couldn't help but praise the cosy space they'd created. They'd even taken some of your decorative fake candle lights and placed them inside. 

And then, firstly, you began playing the timeless classic...

"The Polar Express" was naturally the first film to watch. The boys adored it, and truth be told, so did you and William.

After several much-needed bathroom breaks, the boys selected the next movie: William's favourite, "The Grinch."

Though it might have been slightly more serious than what you'd typically show boys their age, you caved in because of their genuine love for it.

By the end of the second film, you had all snuggled up entirely, slowly dozing off for a nap. And so, you did.

What felt like a brief moment later, you suddenly awoke and nudged William, prompting the boys to gradually return to reality.

"Hey, boys, let's step out and have a quick round of real food," you softly suggested.

"But I'm not hungry," Eliot whined.

"I know, sweetheart, but you need real food in your tummy after all those snacks," you chuckled lightly.

"Alright."

Once everyone had finished a plate of leftovers, you were back in the fort with mugs filled with hot chocolate.

"Alright, what movie now?" William asked, ready for the next choice.

"When are we going to watch hockey?" Eliot asked, hopeful.

"Nope, no hockey today, Eliot - mom's orders," William chuckled, aware he had to disappoint his son, which made Eliot pout.

"But Uncle Alex is playing today," the boy whined, casting his best puppy-dog eyes towards you, knowing you might sway.

"Alright," you sighed softly. "But I believe we can manage one more movie before Uncle's match, huh?" you suggested, earning excited nods from the family.

And soon, everyone was engrossed in the following film, “Home Alone”, as William held you closely, speaking softly into your ear.

"I didn't think we could watch hockey today," he playfully remarked.

"Well, with all these snacks we've had today, I'm sure these boys won't even be awake for puck drop," you cheekily responded, turning your head slightly to meet your wonderful husband's eyes.

"Sneaky," he chuckled, before planting a kiss on your lips, pulling you a bit closer before easing back. "You're such an incredible mom, you know that, right?" He spoke softly, lightly stroking your chin with his thumb.

"And you're an incredible father," you timidly whispered. But William shook his head gently.

"I haven't even done half of what you've done with these boys - the way you're always there for them, handling every situation when I'm not around..."

You could tell this was something that often weighed on William's mind. But you also both knew this was the lifestyle you had chosen. He was the professional hockey player with season-long road trips, while you dedicated yourself to your family when not at work.

"And I've cherished every single minute of it... Sure, it's been tough. And, of course, I prefer it when you're home with us. But Willy... you're an amazing dad. You're always there for the boys - never doubt that" you reassured him, sensing a slight relaxation in his muscles in response to your words.

And so, with another sweet and tender kiss shared, you both returned to the movie, enjoying the warmth of your family time together.

As predicted, your two sons were fast asleep by the time the credits rolled across the screen. So, you and William then switched the TV to the local sports channel to catch Alex playing tonight's home match.

Despite dedicating the day to a Christmas-filled family time, you also held a soft spot for the sport, and naturally, you wanted to watch your brother-in-law play.

However, during the first period, your attention was swiftly diverted by William, who appeared to have shifted his focus from the game to you.

"What?" you chuckled lightly, catching his gaze.

"Nothing," he replied casually, but you weren't convinced. He had that mischievous look in his eyes that hinted at trouble. "You're just so beautiful."

Ah, he definitely had something on his mind.

Your eyes darted from side to side, noticing his widening grin and his attempts to divert his gaze momentarily towards the boys before returning to you.

"Oh no..." you chuckled again.

"What? No, what?" he innocently protested.

"Don't give me that look."

"What look?"

"You know – last time that happened, something happened," your eyes flickered toward Lucas, sound asleep by your legs, hinting that William's expression meant more than just a naughty thought.

"Well, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it?"

William had always valued family deeply. He adored his own immensely, and even when he was single, although he might not have envisioned having children, secretly, he hoped for it.

Sure, to everyone else, he was the laid-back, confident, cheeky guy with impressive hockey skills. But there were many sides to him, and one of those harboured a longing for a family.

Then, when you entered his life, it suddenly felt like a real possibility. Your mature and caring nature took him by surprise, and he fell harder for you than he ever imagined. So, after spending time in a committed relationship, navigating its highs and lows, the idea of creating a true family became a tangible goal for him.

In a way, he felt like a whole new person, although he didn’t change all that much despite becoming a little bit more mature. But it was all so right to him. You were the one he’d want to have by his side for the rest of his life, so after your first son was born, he’d quickly taken the next stepped and locked you down with a ring on that beautiful finger. Letting the world know you belonged to him.

"You're sure you want to try for another one?" you chuckled, your eyes scanning his face.

"Yeah... baby, I'd want a lot more if I could have it my way," he grinned back.

"Easy for you to say," you teased. "You're not the one carrying them around for nine months before having to squeeze them out of your tiny vagina..."

William couldn't help but find your little outburst amusing, though he knew you were right. You were both in agreement about this, so he understood he couldn't demand too much from you.

"No, you're kind of the expert in that area."

"Hmm..." You pondered his words, snuggling a bit more into his warm body. "Perhaps... we could try for another," you gently smiled. "Maybe we'll even manage to create a girl this time."

"I thought you loved having boys."

"Yeah, well, having now experienced all this testosterone running around all the time, I wouldn't mind a little girlyness as well."

"Hmm... well then I guess we'll just have to practice real hard to make the perfect little baby girl," William nudged into the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses.

"Oh yeah, I think we'll have to put in some extra work for this one," you softly breathed out, letting his tender touch take over. 

And before you knew it, you both agreed on carrying each boy into their respective rooms, tucking them nicely in, before leaving the kitchen and living room in the Christmas mess is was, and spend the evening making love in hope for another member to your little family. 

[picturethisshow]

Don't miss Animation Block Party Halloween 2024, the ONLY live animated comedy Halloween extravaganza!! The Animation Block Party film festival returns with a live Halloween party in three major cities on October 31st! The three featured cities are New York, Chicago & Los Angeles. Picture This comedy will showcase their talents in all cities. This showcase event will feature exclusive spooky themed Animation Block shorts to celebrate the Halloween holiday, as well as live animated comedy from Picture This!

For individual show lineups visit the official RSVP links:

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*lineups subject to change without notice Flier art by Robert Bohn

“What is Picture This!?”

PICTURE THIS! is a new show from Brandie Posey & Sam Varela: two girls who want to push the boundaries of what a comedy show can be. Picture This! is a live comedy show with stand-ups performing while they are drawn live by some of the best animators, cartoonists, and other artists in Hollywood, CA, SF, NYC and Portland. Picture This! has also debuted in Toronto, New Zealand and Australia! The comedians don’t know what the animators are drawing and the animators don’t know how the comedians will react.

It may be weird. It may different. But it will be FUNNY!

“This is a super cool show, I’m proud to be a part of it!“ - Jay Larson

”Brandie Posey & Sam Varela have something very cool going on here…the results are organic, highly entertaining and often times hilarious.” - The Interrobang

“It’s a deceptively simple idea…a good exercise for the performers to keep their improv instincts sharp and it’s good entertainment watching funny people goof off.” - Portland Mercury

“If you like animated comedies, how about animated stand-up comedy?… It’s just like having your portrait drawn at a fair, only instead of mildly insulting caricatures, you get to see one-of-a-kind depictions of what’s going on inside funny people’s heads.” - Vulture

“The amicable marriage of sight, sound and more sight…each [artist and comedian] performing their due diligence to visualize this crazy thing called funny.” - Spinning Platters

“The dynamic between comedian and illustrator can be push and pull, but when it works, they’re ultimately moving in the same direction.” - The Comic’s Comic

“Often, the drawings are just as funny as the standup, enhancing and occasionally stealing the show.. A comedian might have a prepared set that gets thrown totally into a tangent when the illustrator adds their own input or sketches a crude figure that takes the joke to the next level. There’s also a high potential for verbal vs. visual banter.” - LAist

“An inherent irony existed in the disparity between two disciplines identified by the term “comic” - Spinning Platters

“Our animators are joke-tellers, too, they just process the same bits visually versus verbally, it’s always so cool to see your bit from a different angle you hadn’t thought to explore! I always feel like I’m dealing with the most talented heckler in the room on the show – once you surrender yourself to the idea that you’ll never be as dynamic.” - Brandie Posey

“The show is growing fast. Comedians perform while comedy’s best illustrators create masterpieces based on what they’re hearing on stage, live. You get to watch the process and it’s a really fun time.” - The Interrobang, Top Five Shows Out of Towners Need to See

“Stand-up comedy typically hinges on performers maintaining total power and control. Yet these shows put a premium on experimentation and vulnerability, humanizing the comics in the process.” - LA Weekly 

[twig-tea]

15 people, 15 questions

Tagged by @my-rose-tinted-glasses, @infinitelyprecious and @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle! Thank you friends 💕

1. are you named after anyone?

Nope! My folks just liked the name they chose for me. They did the thing where they tried to choose a name that they thought would be unique and ended up with one of the most common names in the year, for both me and my brother.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Watching the What Did You Eat Yesterday S2 finale.

3. do you have kids?

Nope! Never wanted any, so I'm happy with the status quo.

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

HA. Here we go. In elementary school I was on a neighbourhood softball team and was terrible; in the end of year tournament, we were two outs and I was at bat and struck out for us to lose, which soured me on this game permanently. I also took neighbourhood tennis lessons and sucked at that too though I really did try. In middle school I was on the basketball team because I was tall and the coach was convinced I could learn hand/eye coordination....she was wrong. I am a decent defense player because height lets me block but I cannot land a foul shot to save my life (or my team's). For fun during lunch l I played [American] football with other enthusiasts. We would play tackle in all weather and on pavement, and we had a great time (I wasn't good but I enjoyed it). By high school I had finally convinced everyone around me I have no hand/eye coordination or physical skill and stopped all sports activities. PHEW. These days I do no sports though I will go to my company slo-pitch games and heckle like heckling's a sport.

5. do you use sarcasm?

Absolutely, but I try not to use it in that mean way in which people try to make someone feel bad about themselves.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Body language, how they hold themselves and move.

7. what’s your eye color?

Close to slate grey/blue.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

I don't respect this false dichotomy.

9. any talents?

My superpower is the ability to sing along to any song whether or not I've heard it before, and whether or not I know the language. Other than that, I'm pretty good at understanding what people are trying to say and not just what they actually said, which comes in handy in show analysis as well as interpersonal communication and work. And I am good at modifying/adapting recipes to use what I've got/what I like on the fly. Those are my core talents!

10. where were you born?

Toronto, Canada

11. what are your hobbies?

Other than watching All The BL/GL/QL? I am crafty, I like playing with mixed media stuff, lap weaving, and bookmaking/bookbinding. I haven't had the energy for it the last few years, and that's been mildly devastating. But I made holiday cards for the first time in years this year, which was very fun! I also have been known to puzzle, and I garden when I can. And I hike on occasion!

12. do you have any pets?

Nope! I'm allergic to most pets (fur and feathers; I tried keeping fish but was allergic to the algae on the tank, so I gave up). The dog in my avatar is my parents' rescue dog they got after I left home, and I see her when I visit them! She's a "hypoallergenic" breed mix but that's actually meaningless and I'm still allergic lol

13. how tall are you?

180cm; and the kicker is I've been this tall since elementary school so I went from being the tallest person in the room by a LOT to half the boys in the room shooting up to my height or higher, which was a weird experience!

14. favorite subject in school?

Tie between English, Biology, and Chemistry. I loved science and words and analysis in both subjects. I ran the bio and chem clubs in high school!

15. dream job?

University textbook editor, which I did for ~7 years! And it was everything I wanted it to be, but I eventually outgrew it. I love what I do now too (essentially I'm in management), and I know I'm lucky that I've had jobs I love for most of my working life.

I won't tag anyone because I've been absent for days, but if you see this, this is permission to do this tag game, and tag me so I see your post 💕

[psychic-refugee]

They were born into wealth beyond a commoner’s imagination. They traveled in private jets and went to the most prestigious boarding schools. They had holidays all over the world and ate the most delicate dishes.

They were invited to exclusive fashion shows and designers begged for them to wear their clothes.

Universities allowed them to simply walk onto any campus of their choosing, as Admissions knew they would have a robust endowment in their future from having the heirs to the wealthiest families as alumnae.

It was by pure chance they never came across each other, but once they turned 21, they were alerted of their arranged marriages.

“What?!” shouted the normally placid Wednesday at her parents, visiting during spring break.

“Darling…how else do you think we keep wealthy? We arrange for you to marry only from the best families…” Morticia tried to sooth her angry daughter.

“Please tell me you’re not trying to marry me to a cousin.”

“No, we’re not those types…” Gomez also had a distaste of the elite marrying into their own family to protect their assets. “But Xavier is from a very good family in Canada…”

“I don’t care, it is 2023, no one has their marriage arranged anymore.”

“Yes, they do, darling. It is the way of our world…you like having money, correct?” Morticia all but threatened to cut her off if she didn’t comply.

That caused Wednesday to stomp off, ignoring her mother’s plea to at least look at a photograph of her intended.

Wednesday had no desire to see what this Xavier Thorpe even looked like; she would not be told what to do.

Vincent Thorpe was a bit more efficient with his son. He sent a text as Xavier painted in a loft his father paid for, simply saying:

You’ll be married in a year’s time or be cut off.

Xavier rolled his eyes; his father didn’t even deign to tell him his intended’s name.

He had a suspicion his father would arrange a marriage for him, but he thought he had until his thirties. He wasn’t sure why he was being married off so soon.

“Can I live with you over break?” he asked his best friend Ajax.

“Why?” as he knew Xavier lived in a posh loft in the nicest part of Toronto. He was visiting his friend while on break from film school in NYC.

“My father wants me to get married to someone I do not know…I want to see if I can make it as…an average person,” he did his best not to call his friend a “poor.”

That made some sense to Ajax although he thought Xavier would not last a week. He had known him since they were little, Ajax was the son of the Thorpe’s topiary gardener.

Xavier was so ill fitted to be a poor student that he had to borrow Ajax’s clothes, although the heir seemed to be having fun at the novelty of wearing a hoodie.

While in a NYC coffeeshop that only had one espresso machine and prepackaged baked goods, he met the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

She was in an oversized sweater and looked a bit lost amongst the other students, but he introduced himself as,

“I’m Percy,” the fake name he would go by in his experiment. He didn’t want anyone to recognize the name of such a wealthy family.

“I’m Jenna,” she said, just as awestruck of him.

They slept on their best friend’s couches, and both decided it was the best idea to have run away from their betrothals.

“I’ll show my mother,” Wednesday thought vindictively.

Wednesday was living with Enid, her freshman roommate who had become her best friend. Enid lived with several other girls in a fashion college in NYC. The other girls weren’t exactly happy with how Wednesday barged in, but when she paid for their cramped apartment for the year with funds she happened to have in her purse, they stayed quiet.

Enid wasn’t exactly sure how to tell Wednesday that she wasn’t actually living as a “common” person because she didn’t have a soul sucking job just to keep a roof over her head.

Enid and Ajax eyed the other, both suspicious of each other’s best friend.

After they hooked up, they stopped caring what their rich friends were doing as they could take care of themselves.

All through break, Percy and Jenna spent as much time as they could with one another. Enjoying long conversations about art and writing, touring the New York libraries and museums. They even did an outdoor bonfire, clothed in a t-shirt and shorts. They both found it refreshing to not be around rich people who only ever spoke of their money.

“He’s an artist,” she sighed to Enid, “He’ll probably never make any money…my parents would hate him.”

Enid just grimaced and hoped her friend wasn’t about to do something rash just because she met a handsome boy and wanted to get back at her parents.

Wednesday truly did love Percy, she just thought him being an impoverished artist was the cherry on top.

Xavier, on the other hand, was willing to impoverish himself to be with Jenna as he knew he’d marry her before he married the unknown woman his father chose for him. He had no idea how an artist and a writer would make a living, but they would figure it out.

Since school break was about to end, neither could fathom leaving the other, they opted to get married at the local courthouse.

“How is this legal? You told him a fake name?” Enid thought she was about to have a panic attack because Morticia Addams was certainly going to kill her.

“Oh that. I simply slipped the Clerk a $100 to change my name when Percy wasn’t looking.”

It turned out that Xavier did the exact same thing.

The Clerk was very confused why both applicants were using fake names with each other, but he accepted the money with a happy face.

Enid and Ajax weren’t sure why the other looked so stressed at the events, but they both dreaded when their rich friend would tell their parents.

Xavier was confused when Jenna told him they’d meet her parents at the most expensive restaurant in New York and that she had something to tell him.

Morticia and Gomez were confused when their prodigal daughter was sitting with her betrothed, as they would recognize Xavier Thorpe anywhere, even if he were wearing an off the rack suit.

They kept a straight face for as long as they could when Wednesday told them with a smug look that she had married a man of her choosing and that any betrothal was broken.

“So…you met ‘Percy,’ fell in love, and got married at the courthouse to escape your betrothal?”

“Yes, and it’s all perfectly legal,” she insisted.

Wednesday was baffled when her parents had both started to laugh so hysterically that they fell to the floor with tears in their eyes.

Although it made her want to chew glass that in the end she ended up doing exactly what her parents wanted, she was glad that at least on some level she did choose Xavier.

They both thanked their friends and gave them each an apartment. Both had fainted at the luxury accommodations.  

“I am glad we’re able to keep our money,” Xavier confessed. “Being poor was terrible.”

“It really was, wasn’t it?” Wednesday could at least admit that, even if she was willing to go through with it to be with him.

“Want to mansion shopping for our summer home in Toronto?”

“Yes.”

He pulled her into a loving embrace and was glad that things turned out perfectly. He admired the matching rings on their hands, bands of black platinum, fire opals, and diamonds.

A rare and unique set, just like them.

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