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Different Types of Canada Post Mailing Address Formats

Canada Post, the primary postal service provider in Canada, has standardized mailing address formats to ensure that letters and parcels reach their intended destinations accurately and promptly. Proper address formatting is critical for efficient mail processing, reducing delays, and minimizing returned or misdelivered mail. In this article, we will explore the different types of mailing address formats that Canada Post uses, highlighting residential, business, rural, and military addresses, among others.

1. Basic Residential Address Format

The most common type of mailing address in Canada is the residential address. It typically includes the recipient's name, the street address, the city, the province, and the postal code. Below is an example of a standard residential mailing address format:

Recipient Name 123 Main St Toronto ON M1M 1M1 Canada

Let’s break this down:

Recipient Name: The person who will receive the mail.

Street Address: Includes the street number followed by the street name (e.g., 123 Main St).

City: The city where the recipient resides.

Province Code: Canada Post uses two-letter abbreviations for provinces (e.g., ON for Ontario).

Postal Code: A six-character alphanumeric postal code is used to identify specific areas. The format is “A1A 1A1” where “A” represents letters and “1” represents numbers.

2. Apartment or Suite Addresses

For residents living in apartments or buildings with multiple units, the mailing address needs to specify the apartment or suite number. The correct format includes the unit number before the street number, separated by a hyphen. Below is an example:

Recipient Name Unit 456-123 Main St Vancouver BC V6H 1E4 Canada

Unit or Apartment Number: It comes first, followed by a hyphen, and then the street address. In the case of PO Boxes within buildings, the "PO Box" or "suite" number should also be included.

This format is crucial for ensuring that the mail is directed to the correct apartment, particularly in densely populated urban areas.

3. Rural Addresses

Rural addresses in Canada often lack traditional street names and numbers, and instead, they rely on rural route identifiers. These addresses use abbreviations like “RR” for rural route, and the route number, box number, and other details need to be included for precise delivery. Here is an example:

Recipient Name RR 5, Site 4, Box 2 Halifax NS B3H 2X5 Canada

RR (Rural Route): This identifies the delivery route, and it is followed by the route number.

Site and Box Numbers: Specific locations and mailboxes on that rural route.

City and Postal Code: Even for rural areas, a proper city name and postal code are essential.

Canada Post also employs a similar system called "General Delivery" for customers without fixed addresses. People can have their mail sent to the nearest post office by using "General Delivery" in place of the street address, though this is typically a temporary solution.

4. Business Address Format

Businesses often have slightly more complex addresses, particularly if they are located in larger office buildings. They may also receive mail via post office boxes or specialized business addresses. The format usually includes the company name, the department (if applicable), followed by the street address or PO Box number:

Company Name Department (optional) Suite 300-456 King St W Montreal QC H3A 1A5 Canada

In this format:

Suite Number: This indicates the specific office or department within a larger building, ensuring that mail reaches the correct recipient within the company.

PO Boxes: In cases where businesses prefer to receive mail at a centralized location, PO Boxes are used. The format is slightly adjusted, as shown below:

Company Name PO Box 500 Ottawa ON K1A 0B1 Canada

5. Military Addresses

Canadian Forces personnel stationed domestically or abroad use special mailing address formats provided by Canada Post. These addresses often include an "HMCS" (Her Majesty’s Canadian Ship) prefix for naval vessels or base-specific addresses for land forces. Below is an example of a military address:

Recipient Name Unit/Section Operation/Repatriation CFB Esquimalt PO Box 17000 Stn Forces Victoria BC V9A 7N2 Canada

CFB (Canadian Forces Base): The base name is specified, and the corresponding PO Box or station information is included.

Operation or Repatriation: Military addresses can include details of the operation for those stationed abroad.

This ensures secure and timely delivery, even to military personnel in remote or overseas locations.

6. International Addresses

When sending mail from Canada to an international destination, the address format must comply with the recipient country's standards. However, the Canadian format generally remains consistent for the sender’s part of the address. An international mailing address format looks something like this:

Recipient Name 1234 Street Name City, State ZIP Code United States

Or:

Recipient Name Building Name, 123 Street Name City, Postal Code Country

Country: The recipient country is always listed as the last line of the address.

Canada Post follows international addressing standards set by the Universal Postal Union (UPU) to ensure proper international delivery.

7. Post Office Box Addresses

In some cases, recipients prefer using a PO Box instead of a physical street address. Canada Post provides PO Boxes at post offices, and the format for mailing to a PO Box is slightly different. Here is an example:

Recipient Name PO Box 789 Toronto ON M1M 2W3 Canada

PO Box Number: The “PO Box” is listed in place of a street address.

Mail sent to a PO Box will be held at the post office for the recipient to collect, making this format useful for people without a fixed address or those who prefer privacy.

8. Community Mailboxes

Community mailboxes are a common feature in suburban and rural areas. These centralized locations serve as delivery points for multiple addresses. The formatting for a community mailbox address is similar to a standard residential address but can include a "Compartment" number for larger complexes:

Recipient Name Compartment 12, 123 Main St Calgary AB T2X 3E5 Canada

Compartment Number: This indicates the specific section of the community mailbox where the recipient’s mail is held.

9. Mixed-Use Addresses

Some addresses are mixed-use, such as buildings that house both residential and business units. In such cases, including more detailed information like "Attention" lines or specific instructions is essential to ensure accurate delivery:

Company Name Attn: John Doe Apartment 2B-678 Elm St Winnipeg MB R3C 2C1 Canada

This hybrid format combines elements of residential and business addresses to serve multiple functions at the same location.

Conclusion

Canada Post's diverse address formats reflect the variety of living and business arrangements across the country, from urban apartments to rural routes and military installations. Understanding the proper format for each type of address is critical for ensuring efficient mail delivery. By adhering to these standards, senders can help reduce delivery errors and ensure that their letters and parcels reach their destinations on time and intact. Whether you are mailing from a residential area, a rural route, or a business office, correct addressing is essential for smooth postal operations across Canada and beyond.

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[CN] Kiro’s R&S - Youthhood (Eng Translation)

🍒This R&S (少年时代) was part of the Dream Heart Lake event which will unlikely come to EN🍒

Cancelled Kiro’s R&S:

> top experimental subject (by another user)

> stunning young idol

> youthhood ♡

> heaven’s home for children (by another user)

[ Chapter 1]

Kiro sits on the highest flight of steps of TKTS. With the scorching sun directly overhead, he’s queuing to purchase discounted tickets to “Wicked” with Pei En.

TKTS, which sells discounted tickets, is located in the bustling Times Square in New York, USA. Behind it is the NASDAQ screen, and on both sides are shops selling Disney products and all sorts of fast fashion brands. The buildings in front and in the surroundings have gigantic, neat and pretty advertisements.

Among them, a gigantic “The Avengers” poster above the subway is the most attention grabbing.

This is a representation of the era. It’s a symbol of the 20th century, and is also similar to the cyberpunk world of “Blade Runner”.

“I’ve got the tickets!”

Pei En waves the two tickets to “Wicked” in his hand. Pei En is the guitarist in his band. Kiro’s agency formed a band for him, and most of the band members are French locals. Only Pei En is of mixed blood like Kiro - a child from a Jew and an Asian.

“If the performance had gone smoothly, we would have reached earlier!”

They have a final performance in New York as part of their tour, and would have to leave after, rushing to Los Angeles, California.

“This time, I’m going to hide the donuts in an even more secret location so the person who inspects the tickets wouldn’t discover them!”

While Kiro says this, he finishes the donut in his hand.

Donuts from Dunkin’ Donuts are very sticky. Only Kiro can treat such things as delicacies.

His ringtone sounds. With a glance at the number on the screen, he hangs up immediately. Pei En is very curious to know who the caller is. He has expressed curiosity regarding everything involving Kiro, and Kiro knows why.

“Is it that fellow Lawrence again?” Pei En asks. Lawrence is the agent of their band.

“Nope, but it’s definitely a harassment call.”

“It should be.”

Pei En seems to be a carbon copy of Kiro. Aside from his hair not being golden coloured, he is extremely similar to Kiro in terms of bubbliness and openness, and how simple-minded he is.

[ Chapter 2 ]

After purchasing the tickets, both of them return to the agency. Lawrence is at the side, looking through the program booklet for their performance tonight. Lawrence is overwhelmingly ambitious. He won’t give up until he bags a Grammy Award for the band.

“Did you know? Another group of strange people came to look for you again.”

The moment Lawrence sees Kiro, he pulls the latter to a corner. Pei En curiously watches on.

“What kind of people did you provoke? They look like they shouldn’t be trifled with.”

Kiro shakes his head. “What do you mean by ‘they’? Fans?”

When Lawrence sees the innocent and harmless expression on Kiro’s face again, he knows that his questions wouldn’t get him anywhere. Kiro always manages to find ways to conceal himself.

“How’s the preparation for the concert? You’re the lead singer, and all the girls are flocking here for you!”

“I’ll definitely perform even better than usual!”

Kiro looks to be full of zest and in high spirits. He genuinely loves being on stage, and loves how he radiates brilliance. Who doesn’t like seeing fans go into a frenzy over them and be captivated by them? It enables Kiro to fully feel that he is still living on this earth. And that on this earth, there are still so many people who like him...

“I’m guessing you went to buy a souvenir again today.”

Lawrence comes to such a conclusion after glancing at Kiro’s bag. Kiro has a hobby - to buy some souvenirs wherever he goes, whenever convenient.

From Paris to Munich, Zurich to Stockholm, Vancouver to Montreal - wherever he goes on tour, he would buy local fridge magnets and postcards, and he would always buy two sets.

He wants to collect these things, so if a day comes when he can meet her again, he would show them to her, and say:

“Look! This world is so beautiful, and you no longer have to be afraid.”

But till now, he has yet to find her. He remembers her eyes. One day, he will find her in a vast sea of people.

“Did you know that the agency from China has sent someone to negotiate with us? They want you to sign on with them, and the amount they’re giving you is basically--”

Lawrence’s tone is exaggerated. “How are people in China so wealthy!”

“What if I said that I wanted to go to China?”

“Hey, buddy, the band can’t do without you.”

“Haha, Pei En is much more outstanding than I am.”

At this point, Pei En is still watching them. Kiro understands him too well. He’s much too curious. Also, he’s only curious about Kiro, which could very quickly expose Kiro’s hidden identity.

Did that group of people actually send Pei En to monitor him...

He kind of underestimates Pei En though.

“But that fellow is always so absent-minded. God knows what he’s thinking about.”

[ Chapter Three ]

Americans enjoy overstating things. At one moment, they go “only God knows...”, and at another moment, they go “for the sake of God...”. Some people can’t stand it, but Kiro finds it very interesting.

Very quickly, Kiro begins rehearsing with the band. His style of singing changes a lot. When they were in Europe, they mostly played rock music. When they reached America, they started playing country or jazz music.

Kiro likes the southern accent of the keyboardist from California. But Lawrence prohibits it. “The southern accent is the most crude and coarse form of English! Why can’t you learn the way the British speak?”

Lawrence has always favoured people who can speak eloquent British English - to him, only such people are refined and elegant. But Kiro grew up in France. When he first started learning English, he tended to pronounce “ch” as “sh”. Actually, French is genuinely elegant and pleasant to listen to. And English tinged with a slight French accent can make one absorbed in it.

The concert ended smoothly.

The fans are cheering in a frenzy outside, wanting them to perform one more song. But the agent has already told them to leave.

Pei En and Kiro take a car and rush to the theatre to watch “Wicked”. This is the final Broadway show they want to watch, and it was a shame that Kiro didn't get to watch the well-known Hamilton.

At the entrance, that group of fellows stopped him again.

The person standing at the forefront is a Caucasian woman. She walks up to Kiro elegantly and greets him, signalling for the person next to her to bring Pei En away.

“I’ve already given you a response through e-mail, and I hope you won’t disturb me again.”

The Caucasian woman proceeds as usual, showing him an FBI ID.

Kiro grumbles in his heart.

“I swear I won’t disclose the contents of ‘The Avengers’. Even though I’ve already watched it on my laptop, I’ll definitely watch it again in the cinema!”

The Caucasian woman laughs.

“Mr Kiro, you’re very humorous. Even though we know that apart from Disney, you’ve also hacked into Universal Studios and Paramount Pictures, we’re not here to talk about this.”

She continues: “KEY - that’s you, isn’t it?”

[ Chapter 4 ]

Kiro doesn’t respond, his eyes widening as he glances around.

“In order to track down your IP address, we had to destroy four computers.”

“Are you looking for me to make compensation for the computers?”

“Mr Kiro. Ten years ago, you expended no effort to hack into our computers, and left behind a string of mysterious characters.”

The Caucasian woman smiles at him amiably. Kiro’s expression grows serious. Ten years ago, that KEY who hacked into their organisation wasn’t him...

“Ten years later, you’re back again. I think you're trying to provoke us.”

“I don’t have such an intention.”

“Whether or not you do, we can’t let you continue this way. Mr Kiro, this is a serious issue. We are now sending you a sincere invitation, and we hope to work together to do more noble things.”

Kiro is silent. He had previously found a clue leading to his own master. Finding out that he had entered the American FBI website and left behind a series of symbols - he thinks this is message to him from his master. As such, he entered it as well, and found that series of symbols, but until now hasn’t been able to decipher it.

It’s a series of very strange symbols, reminiscent of a new language formed using Latin and Roman symbols. He managed to decipher it a little, and it appears that the series of symbols seem to be pointing him to a location.

And the FBI had found him quickly, sending him an e-mail. It was a solemn reminder that if he was unwilling to be enlisted by them, he would lose his rights to use a computer forever.

“You’ve stated these things clearly in the e-mail, and I’ve already replied.”

“I don't think you have considered the severity of this matter. Mr Kiro, we can detain you.”

"In that case, I’ll just sing in jail then!”

Seeing the displeased look on the Caucasian woman’s face, Kiro continues smiling simple-mindedly.

“I hope you wouldn’t regret this in the future.” The Caucasian woman leaves a final statement that is often found in a script for a classic villain. She leaves with the large group of people.

Pei En walks over frantically, and Kiro walks towards him as well.

“Tell them that I’ve met with some trouble, and will need to leave America immediately.”

Pei En pretends to be puzzled.

“You understand the meaning in my words, don’t you?”

For the first time, Kiro looks at him seriously. During serious moments, he doesn’t smile.

“Where do you plan to go? We can send you to Russia.”

Pei En is no longer smiling. His expression changes, along with his entire aura.

As expected, Pei En is much too similar to him. If Kiro were to leave the band, Pei En could take over his position as the lead singer, and that group of people had considered this fact too.

[ Chapter 5 ]

The face of the little girl surfaces in Kiro’s mind again.

The girl is lying with him, and is all smiles as she looks at him.

“Don’t be afraid. When I’m out, I’ll buy you donuts, okay?”

The girl draws the shape of a donut in the air.

Back then, Kiro didn’t speak. He just stared at the ceiling in a dazed state.

“Don’t worry that I won’t have enough money. My dad will give it to me.”

Kiro remains wordless, quietly listening to the little girl speak.

The little girl struggles to pull on his hand.

Their fingers lace together, the warmth from her palm gradually coursing into Kiro’s heart.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.”

Kiro turns to look at her - to look at her determined brown eyes, to look at how the corners of her lips angle upwards. Kiro slowly learns how to curl the corners of his lips from her. It’s the first smile to appear on his face.

Suddenly, the door is flung open. A group of people wearing doctor’s coats enter and drag him away. The little girl watches him in a daze, and he stares back at her. They agreed to go out to have donuts - can they still eat them?

“I want to return to China.”

Pei En shakes his head, alarm in his eyes. “Why? There’s so much freedom here, and I’m the only one who monitors you. And I’m inclined to trust you more now. You won’t betray us.”

“No... I still want to go back.”

Not just for the little girl. The symbols left behind by his master seem to point to a certain location in China... Where exactly is it? And why did he leave the symbols with the FBI? Could it be the place he’s hiding at right now?

No matter what, he wants to solve this riddle.

“All right. I’ll handle it for you as soon as I can. I think you’d have to use a false identity this time.”

“As long as everything goes smoothly, it’s fine.”

“Don’t worry, there’s nothing they can’t do.”

He wants to wait till he returns to China before telling Lawrence about what happened. Lawrence will definitely be extremely frantic. After all, he’s been following Kiro ever since he debuted in France.

And Pei En will definitely be happy. He can finally take over Kiro and become the favourite member of the group, and obtain love from the fans.

Kiro is someone who doesn’t lack love. But he always subconsciously wishes that he could obtain even more love. More and more...

[ Chapter 6 ]

Before Kiro retuned, Pei En gave him materials pertaining to the agency in China.

“Your agent is called Savin. He doesn’t seem as eager for instant success and quick profits as Lawrence. Mr Savin is a very amiable person, and you should be very happy interacting with him.”

“Is he one of your people?”

“I don’t know.”

“You really don’t know?”

Pei En shakes his head. “I rank too low, so I don’t have the right to ask. I’m just an elementary spy.”

Kiro nods, taking his luggage and preparing to leave. He’ll set things straight eventually.

“Kiro, I don’t think you’re transparent. They say that what’s in your heart is easy to guess, which is why they put me by your side. But I think they have underestimated you.”

Kiro looks at Pei En’s troubled eyes, then showcases his signature sunny smile.

“How can that be? Do you want a postcard? When I get to China, I’ll mail you one. I also want to mail them to Lawrence and the members from the band. Treat it as an apology.”

Like Kiro, Pei En showcases a sunny smile. “In that case, we’ll wait for your news. You’ll definitely be at the height of popularity in China.”

“Let’s work hard together.”

“Yes!”

After parting with Pei En, who has been with together with him from morning to night for so long, Kiro lifts his luggage and embarks on an unknown journey.

As what Pei En said, he isn’t transparent. His brilliant smile conceals something underneath, just as the brilliant sun shrouds darkness underneath.

Hidden in the depths of his secrets are things even darkness doesn’t know of. If darkness had a mind of its own, it might think it doesn’t fit with this pure and simple youth.

Just as how everyone think he’s a simple, innocent Kiro, the sunlight casted on him can pierce through him completely, the rays of light refracting onto the floor.

Actually, since a very long time ago, he was no longer a youth...

But, for her sake, he's willing to become a youth again.

“Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you.”

He once again recalls what the girl said to him.

“This time, I’ll be the one protecting you.” Kiro says excitedly. He stands outside the JFK Airport, his eyes staring directly at the sun.

“I’ll find you, and protect you. I even have a mountain of souvenirs stored in my luggage. I’ll give them all to you. And my purest heart - I’ll give it to you too!”

Other cancelled R&S: here

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Epilogue: Underwater (SC Titanic, Zetta x Adele Series)

As promised, here the epilogue of the Zetta x Adele Series, folks.

This is the very end of a project that meant me quite a lot to me and got me through the last terrible year. Thanks to all those who supported it: hope you enjoyed it and will enjoy this ending.

In case you were wondering, this song inspired the whole series, particularly the last chapters:

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➡️ Ch. 1, Ch. 2/1, Ch. 2/2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8/1, Ch. 8/2, Ch. 9, Ch. 10/1, Ch. 10/2, Ch. 11/1, Ch. 11/2, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15 , Ch. 16, Ch. 17

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Almost a century after the sinking of the RMS Titanic and to celebrate Canada becoming the first country outside Europe to legalise same-sex marriage, the Canadian Film Institute decided to work side by side with several LGBTQ+ organisations across the world to put together an exhibition focused on the early queer cinema and the many queer stars who were forced to hide their true selves in the Golden Age of cinematography, spanning from 1890s till the aftermath of Second World War. "A testament to the role the LGBTQ+ community played in the history of cinema and that we have always been here, even if people hardly saw us" as a journalist wrote on a queer magazine. After the recent discovery of some private documents, the curators were overjoyed to include an icon of the 1900s - 1910s cinema like Zetta Serda into the retrospective and cast a new light on her extraordinary career sadly soon forgotten after the advent of the sound era. Yet, the silent picture star was mentioned as a model and 'endless source of inspiration" by many queer movie stars like Cary Grant, Katherine Hepburn, Greta Garbo all part of the retrospective. Rumor has it that as soon as she landed in America, Marlene Dietrich demanded his agent a meeting with Mrs King.

A curator drove all the way to Montreal to meet the last known heir, a certain Mrs. Julia Nowak, who greeted him on the threshold of a cosy downtown apartment. She offered him a coffee and a slice of a Polish sweet bread: the recipe was a family heirloom, she explained, beaming. She was in her late fifties, a therapist, she said. Her hazel eyes gleamed when she added, in a pleasantly soothing voice that betrayed a hint of excitement: "I must confess I am so incredibly happy that you contacted me about the retrospective. I adore the idea and I will make sure to attend it. Also" she nodded to a wedding picture hung to the wall "did you know that my wife is in politics? She campaigned for the legalisation...yes, Madeleine Fournier: see, you know her! We got married right after the law passed. If anything, your call and project made me twice as happy". She took a pause, smiling over her coffee in remembrance. "Anyway, back to the matter of your visit...yes, as far as I know, I am Zetta's last heir. As you probably know, my family wasn't officially related to her but she stated otherwise in her will". She moved to the couch and gestured the curator to follow her as she opened up one of the boxes and chests piled into the living room and picked out an old album, the leather cover worn at the edges. Dust waltzed in the air as she opened it with caution and gentle care. She showed him a slightly discoloured black and white picture of a young couple kissing for the camera in front of a church. Another wedding picture, from a different era. "Nana Hileni and Papa Maciej's wedding picture. I still remember them even if they both died when I was barely a teen...as if one couldn't bear to live without the other. Or so I like to think. She would help me with the homework, mathematics particularly, and he baked this bread for me till he was too weak to do so. He always claimed that he won Nana's heart with his pastries but she always denied it laughing". She passed another picture of the same couple proudly standing in front of the Nowak family bakery in Hoboken. "Frankly, I believe that Papa's broad shoulders and Marlon Brando smile are more likely to blame for this coup de foudre" she laughed. "And he knew how to deal with her no-nonsense attitude and vice versa. They...balanced each other, if you wish". She picked another picture and handed it to him. A woman was looking down in tender adoration and awe to a baby nestled in her arms looking up at her, outstretching a tiny arm in an attempt to touch her face. "There! This is Dad" she pointed at the baby before turning the picture where someone wrote 'Alex meets Auntie Adele'. Turning it again, she pointed at the woman. "This is Adele Carrem. Or Auntie Adele as I've always heard calling her. Nana's sister and Zetta's publicist and companion" Putting it back into the album, she carefully picked a bunch of other old pictures. "You surely know who this one is" she smiled, handing out the one on top. The photo was rather grainy but you could still recognise the same kid, slightly older, around two, sucking his thumb, cuddled up in Zetta's lap. The actress had aged a little but her features were unmistakable and it was endearing to see her sitting by the fireplace to read that kid with the sleepy face a bedtime story. "Sadly, I have never met them. I wish I did, oh you have no idea...but stories of them lived through in our family" Julia continued. "My Dad loved his Aunties - as he called them - dearly and by what I've heard and read, they loved him in manner as if he was their own. He knew little of them or Zetta's career back then...to him they were just the sweet ladies who would buy him ice-cream in Central Park or take him to see his favourite pictures over and over again at the movie theater. He said he will never forget the afternoons he used to spend with them in a Manhattan cafe that no longer exists around Christmas: Nana and Papa worked like crazy as the festive season approached and the glorious cup of hot chocolate with an elegant puff of cream on top with the Aunties became a tradition to him. He kept it alive somehow as he did the same with me". She handed the curator a bunch of other pictures: Zetta cleaning up Alex's face smeared with jam, the both of them laughing; Zetta posing with Maciej and her Dad at a table in the Hoboken bakery. He eventually mirrored her smile seeing a five years old Alex at the beach all engrossed in building a sandcastle with Hileni and Adele, and he standing at the water edge hand in hand with Miss Carrem, looking out into the distance. "These are family pictures. I'll show you the Zetta's private memorabilia we cherished". Julia searched a little, opening an old chest and handling every item inside with tender care. When she found what she was looking for, she showed the curator an elegant set of smaller boxes containing letters, dried flowers and photos. "I have already received an offer to get these published. I'm still pondering it. Before agreeing, I want to consider throughly if this is a thing they would have wanted, even if they're no longer here" The curator nodded as she kept searching. He skimmed a few letters and smiled as his eyes fall on the photos hidden away in those boxes: the two women sitting together and chatting at Hileni's wedding, Zetta's reading a script, lazily sprawled on a chaise long in her apartment. Some had short lines handwritten on the back, like a promotional picture with "Missing you" written by Zetta herself. The curator showed another to Mrs Nowak: a visibly excited Miss Carrem proudly showing to the camera a document announcing her voter registration. On the back, in Zetta's penmanship: "On the way to vote...my sweet Adele won!". "Oh you didn't know? Auntie Adele was a suffragette! I couldn't believe it when I first heard it! Nana told me that she was in and out jail when they lived in London because of protests. You know, like those suffragettes you read about in history books but less famous. Yet she fought for women's rights and kept fighting for them even in America. She was quite disappointed though by some major decisions of some feminist movements and eventually joined a socialist Union 'more rightfully welcoming working class individuals, immigrants and black brothers and sisters'. It's all in those letters but yeah, you couldn't possibly know. So little is known about her outside family". A little smile drew on her face as she put back the photo. "That photo was taken the day of the first election open to women. I checked the date. I suppose Zetta wanted to immortalise the moment...it was sweet of her, huh? Auntie Adele must have been so proud and overjoyed that day! You know, my Dad was born in 1920 when women's right to vote was legalised nationally and Nana once told me that Auntie commented the lucky coincidence saying she was incredibly happy her nephew would get to live in a fairer world. She was a true force of nature...she never talked much of the sinking of the Titanic just like Zetta and Nana actually but when one day Dad asked...he was barely a child and probably found an old article about the tragedy...Auntie Adele minimised but Nana assured him that her sister saved her life that night, risking her own to go down to the belly of the sinking ship to bring her to safety. Auntie simply shrugged, saying that it was what sisters do and that they made it to the lifeboats only thanks to Zetta, who shouted protests to stubborn officers and eventually found them a spot on a boat. I cannot even bring myself to imagine how scary that must have been: I cried so much when Madeleine took me to see Leo and Kate...to think they were there and it was all real!" She picked a few other objects out the box: a Shakespeare Sonnets book in a leather cover with golden engravings, with a little handwritten dedication 'To Adele, my sonnet 116. Happy birthday! With all my love, Zetta'; old scripts with annotations, a framed photograph of Adele and Zetta slow dancing barefoot in the living room of a gorgeous Long Island mansion. "These have a sentimental value" Mrs Nowak noted, her voice betraying the flicker of emotions as she picked it up. She took a deep sigh and continued. "I remember the day I told Dad I was gay as it was yesterday. We had always been quite close so it came natural to tell him first. We were in his car, he had come straight from college to pick me up at ice-skating practice. I..I dropped it in the middle of a conversation, bracing myself for the worst. I heard so many bad stories about coming out to your parents I was terrified of the consequences but I couldn't hide it anymore. I mean, yes, in public: bullies get even nastier if they know and I didn't want people shouting me "dyke" at school. But I needed to get it out of my chest...with someone at least. He kept quiet for a moment and I felt like drowning in shame. But then he spoke". A nostalgic tender smile formed Julia's lips. "He said he had two amazing Aunties that contributed to make his life a wondrous adventure. It was thanks to them that he, the son of a baker, could attend a prestigious college, for instance: they offered to pay for it without asking a penny back. They also helped him write his first romantic letter to his childhood sweetheart and consoled him when the little girl turned him down. But his Aunties had a secret, he added. He said: to my kid eyes they were no less a couple than Mom and Dad and at home we all treated them in manner but one day Mom made me promise to behave differently when we were in public. In public I would refer to her sister as 'Auntie Adele' but call Zetta by her name. He didn't get it and it took some getting used to. He soon noticed that even the Aunties behaved a bit differently out in the sun: they wouldn't hold hands or use endearing words in the street or when other people were around. They simply behaved like good friends did. He understood it later when he, as stubborn as a mule, asked them directly". Julia gently grazed her fingers on the glass of the framed photograph, caressing it. "And they told me everything, he said. That they were in love, just like mom and dad were, but people out there could be uncomfortable and extremely rude to women loving other women and men loving other men. That they kept their companionship a secret in public because those people had no problems with women being friends and they didn't want to have bad words or worse happening to them. I remember asking him what he thought about it. He smiled. 'I cried. Since Auntie Zetta mentioned people claiming that women like them were sick and would burn in hell, I actually started crying. I sobbed desperately in her arms, crying that I didn't want them to burn in hell, I loved my Aunties and I was happy they loved each other. Eventually they explained me it was just a vile lie spread my malignant people. But I got quite a scare and kept staring at them with puffy red eyes and my face wet with tears for a while. It required lots of cuddling to bring a smile back on my face'. He shook his head, laughing of his endearing naivety. Then he pulled over and looked at me. He continued: 'I still don't get why people keep spreading those mean lies but I know for sure that my Aunties weren't sick and didn't end up in hell and so won't you. Don't believe bullshits like that for a split second, okay? And I also want you to remember that it doesn't change a thing for me and mom too. You will always be my little girl, our little girl and we love you'. We shared a long hug before driving back home. On the way back he insisted to buy my favourite chicken and waffles for dinner, saying mom's veggie soup could wait. For my birthday, a month later or so, he asked me to follow him to the attic and showed me this chest. To meet the Aunties that 'would have surely been there for me'". She tipped away a tear. "I told you I married Madeleine right after the legalisation of same-sex marriages. My wedding was also the last public event Mom and Dad attended together before his health worsened irremediably. He passed away last year". For a moment she looked on the verge of tears but she recovered quickly. "Sorry...anyway, that day Dad insisted on walking me down the aisle even if he was getting weak. He beamed with pride when a friend fixed a rainbow ribbon to his jacket. Later at the lunch he read a speech he had written for the day, his hand shaking. He shared the story of his Aunties. He said that despite the hardships their situation forced upon them, they had quite a happy life together, a happiness carefully hidden from the world. He wished us to find something similar to what they shared without needing to hide anymore. He said Adele and Zetta would have been so happy and proud to celebrate with all of us that day" Mrs. Nowak picked the Shakespeare Sonnet book and gave him a fond look. "He brought this to the wedding. And he read for us the sonnet 116, the one Zetta mentioned in her dedication. You know, the one that starts with 'Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments..." ----------------------- A few months later the exhibition on old Hollywood queer cinema and artists opened. Each artist had a room that soon filled with a crowd of enthusiastic visitors. In the first half, in a room arranged as a turn of the century nickelodeon with velvet chairs, all the memorabilia of Zetta Serda's public life: panels explaining the various stages of her career and the birth of her myth, promotional pictures of her performances, articles about her and a copy of a gazette announcing her wedding with the director Richard King. On the wall, on a screen her entire filmography rolled up in loop, bewitching spectators after a century. In display cases: the gorgeous sapphire necklace she wore on her last night on the Ship of Dreams and at the movie party of Surviving the Titanic, and a replica of her Cleopatra costume. The aging Queen of Egypt with a tragic love and destiny immortalised by Shakespeare was her last role back on the theater stage before retiring from the scenes. Old scripts with her personal annotation were displayed with photographs taken on sets and mundane events. The wall hosting the motion-picture screen cut the room in half. On the other side, the hidden half of her life. Her life with Adele no one suspected back then. A life kept secret that now unveiled in front of the eyes of the visitors. The curators discovered that finding public pictures of Miss Carrem was nearly impossible, true to the nickname she acquired as time went by: The Shadow. She stayed at Zetta's side until and even after she stopped acting, showing rare loyalty and devotion, but ever surrounded by this mystery allure. No one, even the most stubborn reporters managed to know anything about her and she was soon dismissed as a Titanic survivor, possibly a fan, who worked as Zetta's secretary and somehow gained her respect. Little they knew about the depth of their relationship and what stacks of secret letters and family memories revealed of the life of Miss Carrem. A panel finally told her story and her secret achievements: Adele, or better Adal, kept fighting for a fairer world and society her whole life and marched for women's right to vote on the famous parade in 1915. She also passed the teaching of Edith Garrud to her American sisters. The only pictures of her came from the Nowak family, except for one. The only photograph of a public appearance of Miss Carrem as well as the only known public appearance of Zetta and Adele. An old grainy photo accurately framed showed Adele shaking hands with The Unsinkable Molly Brown on a podium. In her free hand a shiny medal and a few steps behind the mayor of New York. According to the panel, the survivors' committee founded by Mrs. Brown decided to award Miss Carrem a medal for bravery and a generous check "to help her and her sister starting a new life in America". With great surprise, Miss Carrem received the medal and the check, thanked the board but refused the honors. Instead, she asked to deliver them both to the family of a certain Charlie Stoke, a stewart that lost his life in the sinking to save her life and those of many passengers. She added that her friend expressed the desire to study naval engineering one day and she wished that the money kindly offered to her would be enough to establish a scholarship for boys like him across the ocean. In another picture, Miss Carrem and her sister chatted with Moll Brown in company of Zetta. Eventually, other philanthropists and wealthy socialites signed checks for her cause so that the Stoke family received a generous contribution too. And today, as another picture confirmed, the faculty of naval engineering of the University of Newcastle hosts a marble engraving of Charlie Stoke: to his memory a scholarship had been instituted one year after on the anniversary of the sinking. Since 1913 it has been helping students of poor background to get an education and improve their life. Zetta herself became a philanthropist during her Renaissance and ever since. The first act of her new phase of her life was joining the Moll Brown survivors committee to provide help to the second and third class passengers families and survivors. Some said that the tragedy she witnessed touched her heart, other claimed that it was to be attributed to the influence of her publicist. Jokingly, she used to say that after all, she had too much money yet all she could have wished for in her life, so why not doing some good with it? A considerable donation under her and Mr King was received by the main hospital during the Spanish flu pandemic; she was particularly active in providing financial help to struggling neighbourhoods and female education institutions. In the middle of the room, a long glass display hosted the Shakespeare Sonnets opened at sonnet 116 and a selection of the private correspondence between Zetta and Adele. My darling, You will receive this letter tomorrow morning when I'll be already off to Chicago. The suitcases are ready and packed, this is a goodnight note scribbled the night before leaving you to remind you how much I love you and care about you. How much I'm going to miss you even if - thank God! - we won't be parted for long... Do not forget you promised me to write every day! Write to me, Adele, write to me whatever thought crosses that gorgeous mind of you: you know I could you rambling for hours without getting tired of the sound of your voice, of your sparkling wisdom. I wanna know everything. So don't be shy: I'll be waiting your letters with tender impatience. Can't wait to be in your arms once more. Adoringly yours, Zetta - Dear, dearest Zetta, I went to Central Park today with Hileni. It was a gorgeous spring day, sunny, a gentle breeze blowing: 'simply too beautiful to be wasted inside' as my sister put it. Did I tell you that she's still exchanging letters with the delivery boy from the hat shop? I thought they were over but apparently he invited her to the nickelodeon next week. Anyway, walking in the park with her I suddenly realised how I wanted to share that spring wonder with you. When are you coming back to New York? Tell me soon, please. And even 'soon' won't be soon enough: you're always on my mind since you left. But yes, tell me soon so I can make you promise we will go for a walk before the weather becomes too hot. Do you think I can wrap my arm with yours? Is it professional enough for a publicist? Even just for a few steps: oh you have no idea how I would love that! Or maybe you have? I hope so: it'd mean you miss me as much as I miss you when we are apart. Oh, I almost forgot: all settled with that magazine you mentioned before your departure! I negotiated a two pages long interview, plus pictures. And a cover mention. Hope I did well: you have already fired me as your secretary, I must prove you I am just what you're looking for in a publicist... Can't wait to see you again! Loving you always, Adele Only one letter was copied on a panel of its own on the main wall side by side with a blow-up of the picture of Adele and Zetta slow-dancing barefoot and free, for a blessed moment immortalised in a discreet shot. Adele pressing a tender kiss on Zetta's forehead, drawing a soft smile on the acrtress' lips. Many visitors commented it was heartwarming to see such a photograph that conveyed the intimacy and the warmth of affection radiating from the dancing couple. Some said that Zetta was even more beautiful like that: free, hair slightly askew and genuinely happy, loved. What stole their hearts away though was the letter attached to it. It was no surprise that the curators decided to name the retrospective Underwater. Dearest Adele, Forgive me for the tone of this letter. I am writing it down in bed while I cannot sleep and my mind runs back to you as if we could meet halfway between the miles separating us, in a world of fantasy of our own. It's ridiculous how much I miss you! I want you near, I need you near all the time. Take tonight: if you were here with me, I would be heavenly sleeping in your loving embrace. Most unfortunately, you are not and I'm lying here, insomniac, thinking of you. And about my life. No, don't frown. I am not getting all sad again. It's...bittersweet. And - I'll spoil you the ending so you will stop worrying, hopefully - it gets better the more you proceed. Have you ever felt trapped underwater? I did, my whole life. Always hiding, always measuring words, gestures, gazes not to let them see, not to let them know...so little time to go up and break the surface. Drop the mask and breathe. In, out. Once, twice. In my lowest moments I repeated to my myself: how are you gonna survive? One day an acquaintance with a remarkable passion for the sea explained me and the other bored commensals that you can keep someone alive by breathing oxygen into their mouth underwater. Pretty much like mouth-to-mouth resuscitation helps an unconscious person to regain consciousness. I found it interesting but doubted his words. Then I met you, Adele. My dearest, wondrous Adele. And I learnt that yes, you can't breathe if you're constantly underwater...but you won't drown if you have the right person swimming by your side in those deep waters. Put your lips on me, Adele. Touch me, hold me in your arms. And I can live underwater. With your love, I can live underwater. We can live underwater. I love you. I want to cover a full page of these three simple words: I love you. I want to cry them out and entrust them to the winds, to the night. But what for? Who cares if the world knows or not? I'll whisper them over your lips when we will be reunited. So you can breathe underwater. Counting down the hours separating us, my love. Eternally yours, Zetta

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Dinosaur Trainer - Chapter 1 - A great opportunity?

A/n - Oh, hey guys! I finally managed to write something, uhul! And now a new fanfic! I decided to write this because I already searched the entire internet for Owen Grady x Reader, and I think I’ve read practically all fanfics xD So, I decided to write my own! I hope it looks good and you like it! See you at the end of the chapter =D

(none of the images used on the aesthetic belong to me, credit to their creators)

Synopsis: Y/n has a quiet life in Montreal, works as a waitress and works as a volunteer in an animal shelter. In what appeared to be just a normal day, one of your friends comes with great news about an unmissable job opportunity... be a dinosaur trainer. What could go wrong?

Warnings: Killer dog mentions, take sleeping pills, thoughts of possible death by dinosaur, possible english errors.

Pairing: Owen Grady x Reader

Y/n = Your name

Words count: 4232

Next chapters: Coming soon

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Y/N's INFO:

Gender: Cis-Female

Sexuality: Straight

Height: Short

Weight: Not Defined

Skin Color: Not Defined

Hair Color: Not Defined

Eyes Color: Not Defined

Other details? Y/n is myopic

(I hope I have put all the information, let me know if i forgot something)

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5:30 am - Thursday, July 19, 2012 - Montreal, Quebec, Canada. - 18˚C

The sun's rays started to appear slowly, starting to illuminate the city and consequently my room, but it wasn’t necessary the sun or my alarm clock to wake me up, because in a way my body had already gotten used to waking up at that time. I don't even know why I keep putting my phone on to wake up since I always wake up before, but that's not important.

I got up quickly from my bed when I saw the time on the cell phone, I then went to my wardrobe and grabbed my waitress uniform, my underwear and a bath towel, of course.

I took a hot shower, but tried not to take too long; as soon as I dried my body, I put the towel on the laundry basket, I put on my underwear and my skirt, but before I put on my shirt I took the dryer and dried my hair until it was not soaked, otherwise my uniform would be completely wet, comb my hair quickly and tie it in a bun, I put my shirt on, I brushed my teeth and then took one last look in the mirror, observing my appearance, I think I was fine.

Leaving the bathroom, I go to my wardrobe again, but now to get a jacket, since at that time outside it was still kind of cold, and in addition I took a spare suit and put it in my brown cross bag. I went to the nightstand and took out my cell phone, putting it in my bag too, so when I left my room, I saw that Kodi was lying on my couch.

- Kodi! Get off the couch, now! - I command when I approach the couch, and he gets up quickly leaving the place.

I went to the pantry and picked up the packet of food, and then filled the Kodi bowl that didn't take long to start eating. I filled his other bowl with water too and then I wash my hands after I pet him, I grab the keys that were on the key holder on the wall near the door.

- Bye Kodi, I'll be back at night. - After saying goodbye to my dog, I go out into the building's corridor and close the door to my apartment.

I walked down the corridor until I reached the elevator, and as always it was empty, not that it was a problem, since I preferred it when it was empty. I pressed the button to get to the ground floor, grab my cell phone and see that it was already 6:03, I had 27 minutes to get to work. It didn't take long for the elevator to reach the hall, I got out and walked the big carpet that led to the entrance/exit door of the building, and when I get there the doorman opens the door for me.

- Bonjour. - I greet him before going through the door.

- Bonjour mademoiselle. - He reciprocates with a smile, when I go out I take the earphones from my bag and connect them on my cell phone, putting the song It's time - Imagine Dragons, and so I leave towards the subway, the path was smooth, there weren't as many people on the streets as there were last week, but there was already considerable car movement.

I look around me, seeing the sunlight reflecting the various buildings, houses, trees, and everything that was there, leaving everything as if it looked like a beautiful painting. I give a little delighted sigh, no matter how much I walk there every day, the way the sun reflected differently each day left that path in such an incredible way, that made me always want to make a painting of it, well, who knows, maybe someday.

In less than 10 minutes I arrive at the subway station, going down the stairs and then going through the turnstile, I didn't have to wait long for the subway to arrive, because in almost two minutes it was already there.

I get into the blue car and realize that there were already some people over there, however there were still several empty seats, but I decided to stand up since I knew that in 5 minutes I would reach my point, so it was not worth having to sit.

Tonight Tonight - Hot Chelle Rae was playing when the subway stopped, and I got out of the car as several people got in, some bumping into me, but nothing more than normal.

I walked up the stairs until I reached the surface again, looking at my cell phone, 6:23, I had 7 minutes to get to work, so I started to walk faster, lucky for me that the path to the cafeteria I worked in was about 5 minutes from the subway, so I managed to get there in time. The cafeteria had its door open when I arrived, but the front sign still said it was closed, so staff could get ready before customers arrived.

- Good morning y/n! - One of my colleagues, Lilly, who was at the counter greeted me as soon as I passed her.

- Good Morning. - I replied as I passed the employees' entrance so I could get to my closet and leave my belongings there, and also pick up my apron.

The apron as well as the rest of my uniform had a brownish tone that reminded me of coffee, I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror, fixing it so it wouldn't be bent, and as soon as I finished I did a quick tidy up of my hair that was messed up by the wind.

Leaving the staff area, I go to the counter, and notice that the sign on the door was turned, announcing that the cafeteria was open, so it was likely that some customers would come soon.

The cafeteria I worked for wasn't a franchise, and it wasn't the most famous in town either, but here in the neighborhood a lot of people liked to come here, have coffee, eat some sweet food, read some book, talk to coworkers, relax, and anything else that normal people do in a coffee shop.

But I must say that lately the cafeteria hasn’t been very busy, and maybe the reason is that it was summer, and not everyone liked to drink coffee in the heat, so the period that would be considered the busiest would be in the morning, which is when people normally have breakfast.

I took a pencil and put it in my ear, curling it in a few strands of hair so it wouldn't fall out, I took my notepad to take orders, and I was leaning on the counter, talking to some colleagues while there was no customer to attend, and I took advantage and made myself a coffee because I hadn't had anything since I woke up.

The day passed quietly, nothing much, just another ordinary day serving customers, talking to those who were the most frequent, taking a break for lunch, and then going back to work until 03:30 pm, and when I finished my work, I took all my things and went to the subway, but not to go home, because my work was still far from finished.

I work as a volunteer in an animal shelter, I give them food, water, baths, brush hair, play with them, and also what I do most is training the dogs.

When I started at the shelter about three years ago I only took care of the basics, but one day when I was just playing with an elderly dog, one of my colleagues saw what I was doing and asked me how I managed to teach a trick to an old dog, and I just shrugged, because I didn't know exactly what to say, it was like training a trick for any dog for me, I just had to be more patient, but I didn't think that was an impossible task, but for many, teaching tricks to elderly dogs was a lost cause.

Since that day, my colleagues have talked to me with some professional trainers who have given me more in-depth instructions to help me train other dogs too, in addition to teaching me necessary things like animal behavior and other things, of course I had learned several things, but in a way I was more of an amateur who liked to understand dogs and train them, but after three years of doing that, I kind of became a dog trainer, something I never really thought I would ever become.

When I arrived at the shelter I realized that it was almost 4:00 pm. I opened the glass door, and the receptionist said good afternoon, and I responded by saying the same. I walked to the bathroom so I could change my clothes, putting on denim shorts that went up to about half of my thigh, and a dark red shirt with a sunflower print, I also applied a deodorant, and then I put everything in my bag and left the bathroom, going in the direction of the cabinets that served to store the employees' belongings, and so I put my bag there.

Leaving there, I went to the big patio, where there were some people visiting to maybe adopt a dog, there were some colleagues of mine who were talking to customers, others bathing some dogs, some chasing dogs that were fleeing the bath, and so on. As soon as I got there, some dogs came to greet me, and I bent down to pet them. When I went to the pantry to get some snacks, Emy, one of my colleagues, and also one of my friends, came up to me and started talking with her usual animation.

- Hey y/n! How are you?

- Hi Emy, I'm fine, how are you? - I start looking for the snacks, while Emy kept talking.

- I'm great! Mainly because I have great news for you! - I quickly turn to face her, before continuing to look for the dog cookies.

- What kind of news?

- You remember Dusty, don't you? The Rottweiler you saved.

- Yes of course. The good news is that he was adopted? - I find the big canine cookie jar and turn around, facing Emy, and then looking at the dogs around me, just waiting for me to give them some cookies.

- Oh, no. Unfortunately nobody was interested in adopting him, you know, his reputation as a killer dog is still around, so people don't have much courage to even get close to him.

- But… so what's the good news? - I open the cookie jar, taking out one and looking at the dogs in front of me, motioning for them to sit.

- Well, I told a friend of mine the story of how you managed to tame the dog that nobody thought would be able to become tame. - I nodded for her to continue talking. - And he was impressed with that and wants to meet you in person, to know about your skills, and who knows to offer a special job for you.

- Special job? What kind of special job? - I threw some cookies at those who sat down.

- Do you know Simon Masrani?

I stood for a while thinking about the name, I must have heard of that name, actually in the surname, but I couldn't remember who that could be. And while thinking about it, one of the dogs jumped in my hand to get the cookie, but I managed to dodge it before he could get it.

- Hmm, I think I've heard of it, but I don't know who it is.

- Well, Simon owns Jurassic World, you know, the dinosaur zoo. - I nodded my head. Of course I had heard about the famous dinosaur park, who doesn't know? It's like talking if you've heard of Disney parks, you may never have been there, but you know it exists.

- Yes, the dinosaur park.

- Well, he told me that he is looking for new dinosaur trainers, and that's when I commented about you, and he believes that you can serve for the job. - I stood there, looking at Emy.

- Are you serious?

- Of course, it's the purest truth, I swear.

- You know, it's not just because I managed to tame Dusty that it means that I can train a dinosaur.

- I know that training a dinosaur has nothing to do with a dog, but Simon Masrani himself says that you can be the person he is looking for! And y/n, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity!

- No, no, no, no way. Dinosaurs were a mistake and it is impossible to train them. A dog is already difficult to train, now, a dinosaur?! A being that can make you into pieces in seconds? No, no way, I can't do that. - I motioned for the dogs to spin, and just like before, for those who succeeded I gave them a snack.

- Okay, okay. I know that, but you can at least try, can't you? I mean, what do you have to lose?

- Huh, my life, maybe?

-… Okay, maybe you're right, but who said you would train a carnivore? It may be an herbivore.

- If he became interested in me because I tame a killer dog, I am almost 100% sure that it is for something dangerous, that is, a carnivore.

- Okay, but there's a problem…

- What problem?

- I already told him that this weekend you would travel there to see if you would accept the job.

I turn to face her, and I can feel the anger rising in me, but I try to stay calm.

- You... did what?

- Y/n, I thought you would accept that, you always say that you love training dogs, especially the most difficult ones, so I thought you would like this challenge.

- But how can you say that I would go there without even warning me first??

- I'm warning you now.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

- Dinosaurs aren't dogs.

- Y / n, I'm sorry I didn't warn you, but do you think about the opportunity you would have? How many people would like to have this job?

- And why are you trying to convince me to accept this? What do you get with it?

-...

- Emy, what do you get out of it? What is the purpose of this? The life is mine, and I am perfectly fine with my life here and my job.

- I know this is going to sound stupid... but... I wanted to have this job, but I can't, because not only do I know nothing about dinosaurs, as I suck at how to train an animal, so I wanted to refer someone I knew so that if it worked… Simon would be happy with me, and I don't know, maybe I would get closer to him.

I soften my expression, I already knew that Emy was interested in a guy who was very close to her, but that she thought she would never be able to be with him, and I remember her very well saying that she was getting too old to have a boyfriend, and that as a single mother her chances fall even more, and among many other dramas of her, and then I told her that I would help to stay with him, and now she's talking about the Simon Masrani, I'm pretty sure it's him she's interested in.

I didn't know exactly what to say, so I was thinking for a few seconds, I remembered when I met Nathan, and that if it weren't for Emy I would never have stayed with him, even though he have moved and we broke up, in a way, I owed Emy.

I take a deep breath, I look at the dogs that are still there, waiting for the next order, and then I look at my friend and say.

- Okay, I can maybe give it a try.

- Oh really? - The smile comes back to stamp her face.

- But I can't promise anything.

- Ah this is amazing!! - Before I could react, Emy hugs me tightly, not letting me breathe.

- I… am… out of breath. - I say and she walks away from me, and take a deep breath looking for oxygen.

- I'm just going to do this, because I owe you one.

- Do you owe me? Owing what?

- You helped me stay with Nathan, I think it's fair to try to help you stay with Simon. - I shrug, and then I realize that when Emy hugged me, several cookies had fallen and some dogs went there to eat.

- Thanks y/n. I'm sure you will do well there.

- I hope so. - And so we finished our conversation, she going to who knows where, and I continued with the training of the dogs and taking care of them until the sun started to disappear on the horizon, meaning that it should be more than 08:00 pm.

As it started to get dark I go to the closet and grab my backpack where all my belongings were, I put the bag on my left shoulder and then say goodbye to my colleagues, leaving right afterwards in the direction of the subway.

The whole way back home I listened to music, which helped me a little bit to reduce stress, I couldn't stop thinking about Jurassic World, and how crazy it all was and that would probably it would be my death, as I was sure that being around dinosaurs wouldn't be a good idea.

And speaking of dinosaurs, I also couldn't stop thinking about a work school of Hailee, my ex-boyfriend's daughter, that I helped her do, which was about dinosaurs, where she had to make a model of her favorite dinosaur, but she couldn't decide between 6 dinosaurs which one was her favorite, so we did what we called the "Mini Jurassic World", with all of her favorite dinos.

I smile a little when I remember that, I will not deny that I missed Nathan and Hailee, but there was nothing I could do, Nathan had to move because he had got an unmissable job opportunity, and at the time I was very busy with Dusty, and I couldn't leave him when the training was finally starting to work, we knew that a long distance relationship wouldn't work, so we had to break up.

When I realized I was already at the door of the building, looking at my cell phone I see that the path took almost 50 minutes, nothing more than normal. I open the glass door and clean my shoes before walking to the elevator, entering I press number 8 and the doors close, even if it didn't take long for the elevator to go up, and even though I use it every day, I can't help feeling cold in my stomach every time.

The metal doors of the elevator opened, giving me relief that I had no problem. As I walked down the corridor I rummaged in my backpack for my keys, and as soon as I found them I put the silver key in the door lock, that in a few seconds was opened and when I went in I ended up being knocked over by Kodi, who jumped on me and licked my face.

- Kodi! No! No licking! - I chuckle while taking him away from me and then wiping my face and getting up.

- Come Kodi, inside. - I order and he obeys me entering the apartment and I lock the door again.

Before anything else I put water and food for Kodi since he was done with everything, and even before I finished adding the ration he was already devouring it. After I saved the dog food pack,

I went to my room to get comfortable clothes and a bath towel, I took my cell phone too and put it on Youtube so I could listen to some music while taking a shower. I was so engrossed in the music and lost in my thoughts that I spent almost half an hour in the shower, at least I was a little more relaxed. After I got dressed I went to the kitchen and started preparing some pasta and sauce for my dinner.

While waiting for the pasta to be ready I turned on my TV, passing through the channels I stopped at random one, since there was nothing going on that interested me. I lay for a while on the couch, with Kodi lying on the floor beside me, until my cell phone rings meaning it was time to finish dinner.

I walked to the kitchen, added tomato sauce to the pasta, and waited a few minutes until it was ready, putting a quantity of the food on my plate, I also go to the fridge and get a piece of fried chicken that was left over from yesterday and put it in the microwave to heat it up.

As soon as it was ready, I put it on my plate with the pasta, I go back to the fridge taking a bottle of coke and a glass from the cupboard, putting both on the table, but I had to go back to get a fork and a knife because I had forgotten.

Dinner was quiet, with only the low sound of the television and the occasional sound of Kodi's paws in the background.

- Hey Kodi. - I called him and he raised his head to look at me. - I have a new job opportunity… to train dinosaurs, but... I don't know, I don't know if I should do this or not, because, first of all, they are dinosaurs! You know, I always thought it was a bad idea for us humans to bring them back to life, I mean, it's an extraordinary thing for science, and I can't say that dinosaurs aren't fascinating but… they are dangerous! if this Simon was impressed with me why I managed to train Dusty, something tells me it’s not to train a tame herbivore, but a dangerous carnivore. Second, I have no idea how to deal with dinosaurs! I don't even know anything about them, I have no training in dealing with animals! I just… I think I was lucky to have managed to train Dusty, and I don't think I can deal with a prehistoric being just because I have tamed a killer dog.

Kodi looked at me, paying attention to what I was saying, I sigh.

- I wish you could talk so you could help me. - I support my head in one of my hands, watching my half-eaten plate of food, starting to cool. - I don't know what I do.

Kodi places his cold snout on my right foot, he always, whenever I felt nervous, anxious, worried, or any other feeling of distress, he always put his snout on my foot.

I didn't even notice when a tear ran down my cheek, I was scared, that's what I was, scared and insecure. Fear that training with a dinosaur would end up killing me, and insecure that if I get this job, I won't be able to domesticate this dinosaur, and thus end up disappointing everyone. This job really was a great opportunity, but would it be worth it? Could I do that?

I decide it would be better to finish eating my food before it gets cold, and as soon as I'm done, I wash the plate, cutlery and glass, leaving them on the drying rack. I take a plastic pot from a drawer and then put the leftover pasta in the pan, placing it in the refrigerator so that it can heat up the next day.

I go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and do my necessities, after washing my hands I go to the kitchen where I left my cell phone and I pick up it, going to my room and putting it on the nightstand, plugging it into the charger. I hear footsteps and see that Kodi came to my room and lay down on his bed that was next to my bed.

- Good night, Kodi. - He growls slightly in response, and then I lie down laying the blankets over me, but to my unhappiness I was unable to sleep, even though I had used up all my energy. I sigh in lament, and I see on my cell phone and it was almost 00:00, that is, if I slept now I would have a maximum of 5:30 sleep, but I knew I wouldn't sleep now, so I rolled over in bed because it was better than looking at the ceiling.

When sleep hasn't come and I see on my cell phone that half an hour has passed, I get up from bed, which caused Kodi to get up too and follow me. I walk around my small apartment arriving at the kitchen where I kept my medicines and I made myself take sleeping pills. I just hoped I could wake up with the alarm clock and not be late for work.

- Come on Kodi, let's sleep. - I say while gesturing for us to go back to the room, and he followed me quietly.

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A/n - Hello again! I don’t know if it got really good, because I kind of didn’t completely get out of my block, but I hope it looks good.

I know Jurassic World itself hasn't appeared yet, and neither does Owen, but I ask you to be patient, because I like to (try) write things more "in detail" and not so fast so that things make more sense and to try to bring a greater immersion into the story (I don't know if I'm doing it, but I'm trying my best), but I already plan to do the second chapter in Jurassic World, so just have a little patience.

Also, also, this week I will be without class for the whole week!!! UHULLL!!! This means that I will have some time to write some things...

I hope you enjoyed, and please let me know if this has any english error.

By the way, tell me which dinosaur do you think y/n will be a trainer, and believe me, I can surprise you with the answer ;)

Until the next chapter!

- Ina -

Masterlist

#Dinosaur Trainer #Jurassic World #Jurassic World x reader #Jurassic World Fanfic #Owen Grady #Owen Grady x reader #Owen Grady x y/n #x reader #reader insert #Chris Pratt #Chris Pratt Characters #Simon Masrani #Jurassic World Fic #Owen x reader #Chris Pratt x reader #Chris Pratt x y/n

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eventidespirits · 3 years ago

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Nicknames: Laur, Laurie Aliases: Jonathan Legerdemain, Jean Nuit Apparent Age: “30″ True Age: 51 Gender: Cis Man Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Demiromantic Gray-Ace Birthday: January 6th Occupation: Occultist, Bookstore Owner Species: Vampire (Nightingale) Residence: The Vista Rosa neighborhood in Santa Marta, CA.

𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

Height: 5′10 Build: Average height, has a sort of stereotypical “scrawny nerd” sort of build with a soft layer of fat/soft belly and not a lot of muscular definition. He has long arms and legs in comparison to his torso which makes him look taller than he actually is. Face Shape: Somewhere between an oval and a diamond, his facial features are fine and delicate with a long straight nose. Eye Color/Shape: Vibrant, unnaturally bright ocean-blue with cat-like slitted pupils. Large but set deep within his face with heavy, tired looking lids and deep dark circles which gives him a sort of permanent “resting bitch face”. Hair Color/Style: Slate Gray. Laurent’s hair is mostly straight with a slight wave to it (2A) and usually worn tied into a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. he has long, messy bangs that usually hang in his face. Skin Color/Texture: Very pale and desaturated with a distinct yellow undertone. He has soft skin but has a lot of small scars and marks on his hands from various occult work he did while he was still a mortal. Distinguishing Features: First off, Laurent is prematurely gray. He also has a number of tattoos (a tattoo of a magical circle for protection on his back, another protection sigil on his chest over the heart, has a tattoo of an open eye on the back of his neck). He also wears glasses. Posture: Very “proper” posture -- stands straight up but there’s that slight hunch to his shoulders that comes from hours bent over books and papers. He moves very purposefully and a little bit stiffly with quiet footsteps. Voice: Soft and understated, with the remnants of a Quebecois accent. Laurent rarely raises his voice and his speech is usually curt and clipped, possibly even seeming rude or sarcastic at times. Clothing Style: Lots of blacks and blues with some cream and charcoal. He tends to wear comfortable clothing that could pass for being formal in most situations -- black slacks, button-downs over v-necks, turtleneck sweaters and cardigans. A lot of his looks vaguely recall the 1980s when it comes to sweater choice. Notable Mannerisms: Scrunches his nose when he’s thinking deeply about something but otherwise seems to not have a lot of particularly unique or defining mannerisms (almost purposefully so)

𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤

Physical: Lockpicking, breaking and entering Social: What Social Skills? Basic etiquette, subterfuge/lying, manipulation Talents: Calligraphy, Poetry, Prose, getting in over his head Knowledges: Greek, Latin, French, currently learning German, Masters in Psychology, Traditional Magic, Ritual Magic, Sigilcraft, Herbalism Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Gardening, Cooking Special: Basic Nightingale abilities, some natural magical talent (mostly lost after becoming a vampire), spirit sight, minor precognition

ℙ𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕖

Strengths: Clever, quick witted, tenacious, detail-oriented, good concentration, inquisitive, intuitive, dedicated, loyal, strong sense of internal morals Weaknesses: overly curious, stubborn, too smart for his own good, overly self-reflective, can be cold and emotionally distant, closed off from his emotions, rude, irritable, afraid of intimacy, standoffish, shy, just generally bad at people. Goals: To gather all the knowledge there is to be had, especially where it concerns the occult; to learn proper spontaneous magic Fears: Loss of knowledge, loss of control, true death, what lurks beneath santa marta (but not enough to stop researching it) Ideals/Morals: Laurent is willing to do almost anything to gain knowledge but there are a few things that disgust him and he finds morally abhorrent -- like hurting children or murder (notably -- he sees a difference between killing and murder but also tries to avoid killing people as a general rule unless it’s in self-defense) Guiding Philosphies: Knowledge is Power Sense of Humor: Very dry and sarcastic. He’s definitely the person to deliver a sarcastic quip with a totally straight face and it leaves people wondering if he even has a sense of humor. Overall Personality: Laurent is kind of a prickly bastard. He’s introverted and introspective and has very little interest in being around or talking to people. He can pretend to be polite very well (and expects others to behave in a similar way). He prefers things to be well-structured and mostly predictable, he has trouble dealing with sudden intense changes. He seems very distant and cold to most people -- utterly focused on his work over anything else.

𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖

Best Memory: Worst Memory: Biggest Accomplishment: Prized Possessions: Favorite Colors: Favorite Foods: Favorite Scents: Favorite Songs: Can't Leave Home Without:

ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

Birthplace: Suburbs of Montreal, Quebec Childhood: Growing up, Laurent’s parents were usually very busy, both having careers that demanded a lot of their attention. He and Louis were often left to sort of fend for themselves (classic latch-key kids). Being the more shy of the twins, Laurent often relied on Louis to make friends -- having few friends that he could consider his specifically. At around the age of 11, while playing at his neighbor’s house after school with Louis, their friend Alex and his younger sister Madeline, the four of them found a oujia board and did what any group of pre-teens would do: they turned out the lights and used it. Unfortunately for the twins, the house was old and the board itself connected to a rather angry spirit that would attach itself to Louis and scare the hell out of the other three children. This is what would start Laurent’s interest in the occult but it was what would happen the next summer that would cement it as an obsession... While playing in a local park, something that Laurent could neither identify or describe beyond “a writhing mass of eyes, grasping tendrils and eyes” would pluck Alex from the face of existence -- not only taking the 12 year old but erasing any sign that he had ever existed to begin with from the minds of everyone but Laurent.

Adolescence: At thirteen, Laurent’s family moved to Santa Marta, California. Highschool was difficult for Laurent, who had started to go prematurely gray by the time he was 14 and was shy and bookish. He had to deal with a lot of bullying and it cemented his irritability.

He did, however, thanks to the unique nature of Santa Marta (attracting the supernatural) manage to make friends with a Witch by the name of Martin. They’d also date for about a year in secret before both decided that it just wasn’t working. However, the pair of them were obsessed with the occult and the presence of the “Old Gods” which were present in constant whispers in Santa Marta. This is where Laurent got into most of the trouble he would as a teenager -- breaking into abandoned buildings looking for ghosts and signs of the supernatural as well as getting 100% illegal tattoos in dangerous settings (most notably, he had his protection sigil done by Martin in his basement along with the eye on the back of his neck).

Somehow, probably just due to luck, Laurent never actually got in legal trouble for any of the crazy shit he did as a teen but that luck wouldn’t last.

Adulthood: In his desperate search for occult knowledge, Laurent would end up crossing paths with a woman named Claudine -- a Nightingale who was also an accomplished occultist and a powerful witch in her own right. He would end up stealing several of her important research journals and end up becoming her “assistant” at the age of twenty-one (she normally would’ve killed him for it but was impressed by his dedication and natural skill). She would keep him on as an assistant, teaching him about the occult and preparing him for life in the Nightingale Court before finally turning him in 2000.

Recent: In 2010, Claudine would disappear suddenly -- leaving behind only a note about her own research into the “thing that lurks beneath the streets of this blighted metropolis” and pointing Laurent in a similar direction. During his training with Claudine, Laurent would run into mentions of the “Myriad Eyes” multiple times, especially when researching the occult history of Santa Marta... A phrase that he quickly came to associate with the thing that had taken his childhood friend.

Currently, he’s running a bookstore in Vista Rosa called “Eigengrau Books” and living in an apartment located above the store.

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤

Family: Jean DeFantome (Father; deceased), Emily DeFantome (Mother), Louis DeFantome (twin brother; estranged) Lovers: Martin Schwartz (former), Camellia O’Friel (current) Friends: Isaac Nerezza (works at his bookstore), Claudine Legerdemain (Missing) Enemies: ??? Other: ???

ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕤

Income: Middle-class Residences: A two bedroom apartment above his bookstore. Vehicles: Black 2010 Ford Fiesta Van

#Laurent DeFantome #About: Laurent #ooc

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imaginingsoftly · 5 years ago

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4 Times He Left You Behind and 1 Time He Didn’t - Matt Grzelcyk

Type: childhood friends to lovers, age progression, fluffy

Requested: No

Warnings: N/A

(Y/N = Your name)

A/N: I love these 4+1 fics, and thought I’d try my hand at writing one. Let me know if you’d like to see more of them!

1: 5 Years Old

Your small legs struggled to keep up with the boys. They were only a year older than you, but your brother and Matty were somehow flying ahead of you, one of their steps making up two of yours. Matty had promised you would play together today, but then your brother asked him if he wanted to play in the pool and he was gone. Your brother had yelled back at you to keep up, and you were trying, but they were too fast. They didn’t even notice you weren’t behind them anymore, and you trudged back to your mom sadly.

She looked at you and then at the pool, where your brother and Matty were now slapping each other with pool noodles. “He’ll slow down for you one day honey, you’ll see. They’re just boys right now.” You didn’t believe her. You were too small to play with the boys.

Matty came back to play with you when your brother began playing tag with the other boys, and you were both too young to understand the look your parents gave each other as Matty handed you a plate of dino chicken nuggets to share.

2: 10 Years Old

The boys were going down to the creek to build a treehouse, and your brother had promised you could tag along if you could keep up. They had hopped on their bikes and taken off, and you were left to try and catch up to them. They were better at biking than you, your mom not letting you go out and bike as much as your brother, and you were quickly falling behind.

“Matty, wait up,” you called ahead, hoping that he would slow down. He turned around for a second, and you saw him hesitate before one of the boys grabbed his arm and tugged. Matty turned forward again and began pedalling faster to catch up to the others, but he threw another look of regret back in your direction. “Sorry,” he mouthed. You slowly turned your bike around to head home again.

Your mom was waiting when you walked back in, a cookie and some chocolate milk waiting. She knew without you speaking that the boys had left you behind. “They’re boys, Y/N. I’ll talk to your brother about slowing down for you. One day they’ll be chasing you, just watch.” You rolled your eyes. No way would any of those boys be chasing you. You didn’t want them to; they were gross, and they were friends with your brother.

Matty came over for dinner that night, and he gave you his cookie afterwards. “Sorry, Y/N,” he said, “I didn’t know where they were going or I would have waited for you.” You shrugged, and split the cookie in half. As you handed him the larger piece, you said, “it’s okay, Matty. I know nobody wants a girl tagging along.” He didn’t have a response, you could see that, so you smacked his shoulder and jumped up, yelling “tag! You’re it!”

Your parents laughed as you took off running across the house, Matty laughing and jumping up as well. He tagged your brother, and then all hell broke loose. It was one of your favorite summertime memories.

3: 15 Years Old

Matty’s games were your favorite events to go to. Sometimes he invited a girl, and you’d become their go-to source of information on everything hockey when they didn’t know the rules, which was often. Most of the time they were cool, and spent a lot of the game asking you for embarrassing stories about him. This new girlfriend was your least favorite so far. She had a problem with you, for some reason, and she rolled her eyes every time someone made an inside joke. The group you were with had been together for years, mostly neighborhood kids that had been together in diapers, but she was from Belmont. She’d met Matty at one of the Belmont High School football games, when Matty went to go watch one of his teammate’s brothers play and she was cheerleading.

“So, like, why do you come to Matthew’s games if you’re not dating anyone?” You looked at her questioningly. “I grew up with Matty,” you said slowly, “I’ve been going to his games since he learned how to skate. He played with my brother.” That earned you another eye roll. She didn’t speak to you for the rest of the game, which made it more pleasant, and you and the rest of the group spent the third period yelling at Matty to shoot. It was one of his pet peeves, but you knew it would make him laugh coming from you guys.

Matty took longer to come out of the locker room than if you guys were going back to his house to watch a movie. For him that wasn’t unusual; he usually took longer when a girl came to the games, and actually fixed his hair rather than slapping his ratty old Red Sox hat on. The girl threw herself into his arms as soon as he appeared, and you made gagging noises behind her back. Matty saw and chuckled a little, which the girl took to mean he was happy to see her. She smashed her lips onto his, and you’d had enough of the horror show, preferring to greet the other guys to watching your best friend get his face sucked.

“You coming with us, Y/N?” You didn’t get a chance to answer before the girl was cutting in. “I was hoping we’d get a chance to spend some time alone together, Matthew,” she said in what you thought was supposed to be a seductive tone. She began pulling Matty away before you could even congratulate him on the win, and he barely turned around to look at you before turning back to the girl.

Your mom was sitting in the kitchen when you stomped back to the house, mumbling under your breath. “Boys,” you cut your mother off before she could say what she always said. “No, mom,” you shouted, “it’s not going to change! He’s always going to leave me behind.” Your voice broke on the last syllable, and she was sweeping you into a hug. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, “you’ll see. That boy follows you around like a lost puppy most of the time. He just hasn’t figured it out yet.”

Matty showed up later that night, climbing the tree outside your house onto the roof by your window. You were already sitting on the windowsill, waiting for him to show up. You didn’t speak when he sat down next to you, and you knew he could tell you were angry. “I broke up with her,” he said quietly. “She had a problem with us being friends. And she called me Matthew.” He made a face at the last sentence, and you giggled a little. It was hard to stay mad at him. Matty leaned his head onto your shoulders, and you reached down to grip his hand. You sat like that for hours, and didn’t notice when your mom opened your door quietly and took a photo.

4: 20 Years Old

Spending a year in Montreal was going to be good for you and your career, you knew that, but it didn’t make leaving home any easier. You were spending your last year abroad, perfecting your French and learning marketing from somewhere other than BU. Your parents held a party to celebrate your move, a going away and a congratulations party all in one, but really you knew it was just an excuse to get everyone together for a little while. Your friend group had spread out as the years went on, with moves and new professions and college and professional hockey. Matty had stayed nearby, at least, but now you were going to be apart anyway.

“What’cha thinking about, Y/N?” Matty bumped your shoulder with his own, and you almost fell over with the force of the bump. You shook your head, and he shrugged. “I’m gonna miss you, nerd. Who else is going to look after the rookies on campus this year?” You laughed, and bumped Matty’s shoulder back. “I’ve got something to make you smile,” he said mischievously. “Tag!” Matty smacked your shoulder and took off running, laughing like a little kid as he dodged people across the deck. You laughed and took off after him, chasing him like always.

The game took almost an hour before everyone called it quits, and by the end the entire neighborhood group had joined in, even your brother with your nephew strapped across his chest. As luck would have it, Matty was the last person who got tagged. You caught him on the ankle as he tried to jump into a tree, and he dropped back down in front of you. “Tie?” He held out his hand for you to shake on, and you grabbed it with a nod. “Tie.”

Your mom looked on and turned to Mrs. Grzelcyk with a smile. “They’ve been chasing each other their entire lives. It’s nice to see they can still be children about it.” Mrs. Grzelcyk laughed and nodded. You and Matty were too busy sharing dino chicken nuggets like you did when you were little to notice.

+ 1: 25 Years Old

It was sunny outside, and the breeze from the ocean was fluttering the curtain to your right. Your mom was adjusting your dress with a serious expression on her face, and Mrs. Grzelcyk was sitting in a chair trying not to cry. Today was your wedding day, and Matty was somewhere in the house waiting to go outside.

The Cape was shining in the sunlight, and the breeze knocked white fabric around your ankles gently. Matty stood at the end of the aisle of sand with all of your two sets of brothers, and you could see he was already tearing up. Your dad was definitely already crying next to you, and you were struggling to hold it together. Everyone in the chairs had been witness to the dance you and Matty had been performing since you were little, whether they knew it at the time or not. So many of them had said I told you so when you and Matty finally got together upon your return from Montreal, no one more so than your mother.

Your vows were short and sweet, more about reminiscing on your childhood than anything. “I left her behind more often than not when we were little,” Matty admitted to a crowd who loudly agreed, and you laughed harder every time he shared a story. “For some reason she always stuck around, although I suspect it was because of the dino chicken nuggets.” You leaned forward far enough that your head was resting on Matty as you laughed, and you felt his chest move as he laughed along with you. “I promise you, Y/N, that even when it feels like I’m leaving you behind, I will always come back to you.” You weren’t laughing anymore, but crying. Your story was one of him always coming back, and you hadn’t ever thought about it that way.

Later that evening your mom found the two of you, slipping a small box into your hands. “I took this when you were teenagers,” she said with a small smile, “and I’ve been saving it for your wedding day.” You looked at her incredulously. “I told you, Y/N, one day he would stop running from you. This is what I meant.” She hugged you both, and Matty slid the top off the box. Inside was a framed photo of the two of you sitting in the windowsill, a silhouette of two people joined in shadow, the moon illuminating only enough to see your outlines.

You had spent so long chasing Matty, and now, like the picture, you were connected to each other by more than just friendship.

#matt grzlecyk imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

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sailorvenusyaten · 5 years ago

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The only storyline I truly care about in this season:

Jerry & Diana

poor guy/rich girl has always been a popular romantic sub-genre. that’s why I think Derry/Jeriana is endgame.

there’s just so much potential and better drama if these two were to happen.

reasons why Jerry and Diana need to become canon

both of them speak French = more flirting in francais ;)

both of them are important people surrounding [in] Anne’s life.

Jerry is sort of like a brother to Anne, so it would be like dating your bestie’s bro.

Diana has grown into her own person since s1

she was quite indecisive when it came to the other girls vs. Anne in the early eps of s1

she’s matured so much as we can see from her mild tantrum and piano slamming scene; I love how she stood up to her parents. Okay it wasn’t exactly considered as standing up, but the piano part got that point out; if she was to live in this day & age, the equivalent would be locking the doors to your room and blasting your boombox.

also she started to see a different types of love that she didn’t knew existed before thanks to her aunt jo.

some people think Diana is a lesbian, maybe that’s true. But I don’t think Moira would build up the Derry/Jeriana storyline unless there was a point to it. Also I think Moira wants to stay somewhat true to the original story. Diana married some dull guy named Fred; however he may be replaced by Jerry in this franchise.

Jerry has officially become a regular character, it means that there’s a high chance he will be in every episode. The name of the actor that portrays Jerry, Aymeric Jett Montaz, appears this season along with Gilbert’s (Lucas Jade Zumann) & Diana's (Dalila Bela) actors in the opening credits.

Jerry has had a harder life than Diana, he’s got at least 4 or 5 siblings, and he’s the eldest in the family, so becoming friends/lovers with him would show Diana another world she was possibly oblivious too.

reading Charles Dickens doesn’t mean you know the actual harsh realities; she can have better understanding of the social classes more.

Diana would spend more time at the farm flirting with him, and less time alone at home since all of her friends stay later at school now.

That scene from the promo of the two cuties walking together, might be because of the whole Queen’s College study group. Diana hasn’t got Anne around after class, who she usually walks home with. That’s where Jerry comes in.

Jerry’s family are going to be introduced this season.

Diana and Anne said they have less than 183ish days left together until Diana is sent to finishing school in Paris and Anne heads of to Queen’s College. So they may speed up the courting process. Jerry does not care about Diana’s social class, that’s for sure.

When her parents find out, it’s gonna get ugly.

Her annoying mother has this irritating tactic she always uses on Diana. She always threatens to cancel or ruin something Diana cares about. Her father just sits there and reads his stupid newspaper, and only says something when Diana makes her mom yell.

Moody might be involved in love triangle. Poor ol’ Moody. That boy can’t catch a break. He might spot the two and be apart of their falling out. That’s just my theory. They’re using Charlie for Shirbert’s falling out. Both Moody and Charlie are also being introduced as regular classmates, so this could mean they are the love interest rival(s) of Gilbert and Jerry.

the infamous hand scene we all witnessed in the promo. I am 80% confident that it’s Jerry and Diana.

Shirbert fans were thinking it was Gil and Anne, but from the moment I saw it, I immediately assumed it was Derry. IF I’M WRONG, I’ll apologize lol.

crazy. good. chemistry.

Now, about the amazing and talented actors that portray are amazing ship:

AJ & Dalila have so much chemistry for being in their teens and 3 years apart in age. AJ is turning 15 this year, and Dalila is turning 18. So I don’t think we will see an actual kiss anytime soon, maybe one on the cheek.

Then again they are actors, so they should be aware of they agreed to at the start of filming each season.

They are good friends in real life and were both born in Montreal, so they speak French in real life too.

Now a little treat for those who can’t wait:

“Thin Ice” by antspaul

This fanfic hit me so hard on so many levels, I actually wish this was part of AWAE storyline. I won’t spoil anything, but it’s worth the read.

#diana barry #jerry baynard #jerry x diana #diana x jerry #awae #anne with an e #awae spoilers #derry #jeriana #antspaul #awae s3 #anne with an e season 3

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rosaetae · 5 years ago

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the chrysanthemum effect | 5

[this chapter is apart of the chrysanthemum effect]

☇ “Keeping your flowers, keeping your pain— it’s already everything you need to move on. How do you move on from things if you’re not willing to accept them?“

➣ pairing: taehyung x reader

➣ genre: hanahaki!au, model!taehyung, weddingplanner(ish)!au

➣ word count: 3.9k

➣ summary: the hanahaki disease has become a stigma in this world where if you had it, you are looked down upon. her flowers were white chrysanthemums and they have been for the past two years. she was in love with someone who obviously didn’t feel the same way, and this was her way of moving on— along with the people in her life who had to conform around the hanahaki disease.

That morning, you were leaving your apartment after being awoken to Somin being in a heated discussion with her mother, and you knew it had to deal with the fact that Somin wasn't living up to her mom's expectations of finding someone to settle down with when she moved to the city.

It was rather ironic, you may think, that someone like Somin is being pushed to love when she, herself, thinks nothing of it.

She didn't like commitment as much as the others, and yeah, maybe a white lie to get herself into the city was what she did— but being pushed to find someone and settle down with them is especially odd for her and herself. And there was no way Somin was going to talk about Hoseok to her own mother— it would raise her mother's expectations even more to marry soon.

And it's not like Somin and Hoseok have anything serious going on anyways.

You were leaving your apartment complex, ready to dash out of the building when you stop in your tracks as you open the door.

Taehyung was on the other side, hand outstretched for the handle, only to stagger back a bit by your presence. "Hey."

"Hi," you speak, just as stunned, closing the door behind you. "What are you doing here?"

"Here to walk you to Planetarium," he says with a confidence that makes you raise your eyebrows at him.

Blinking at him as you step outside on the steps to face him. "What?"

"You're going to Planetarium Coffee, right?" He asks, checking the watch on his phone. "I thought we could walk together since it's on the way to my work."

"How'd you know I still live here?"

He pauses before he shrugs slightly. "Just a hunch."

Staring at him, you weren't sure as to why he was in front of the same apartment complex you lived in even when you were with him, let alone right in front of you, and without even asking, volunteers to walk you to the coffee shop you study at. And with that, you don't even know why you nodded your head and agreed.

He seemed rather pleasant that you saved him the embarrassment of 'the two awkward exes that broke up under an open-ended note seeing each other again and walking to the coffee shop together pretending that nothing had happened' and you weren't even asking him why he was doing so as you began your walk, him trailing next to you with his long strides.

"How are you?" You inquire, breaking that awkward ice, the sound of both your footsteps no longer being the main focus of your attention.

Taehyung smiles. "I've been doing alright. Work has been work."

"Has it been too busy for you already?"

"What makes you say that?"

You shrug, hugging your coat closer to your body in reaction to the morning autumn breeze. "Don't know. You're walking with me to get coffee and you usually don't drink coffee until you really need it."

Realizing you let that roll out of your tongue, your eyes drift over to him where you notice a smirk on his lips, but his eyes focusing straight ahead of him.

"Well, just like how you learned how to not to drink coffee, I learned how to drink it constantly," he explains. "But none of that French roast coffee shit. God, that is still terrible no matter how many times I try to set my mentality to endure it."

Snorting, you shook your head. "I may not be able to drink coffee anymore, but I know for a fact that French roast is the shit."

"Mm, I don't know about that. Too bitter for my taste."

"This is coming from the same person who didn't like almonds until you've had it with dark chocolate," you retort. "That's like... the epitome of bitter."

"At least I'm not the person who doesn't like strawberries. Strawberries are the godsend of all berries."

"I have to completely disagree. Raspberries are top tier."

Then, remarkably, there was soft laughter in the air. And it was odd. Having a friendly banter and actually having a decent conversation where it felt too familiar, yet too tense— it was strange and nostalgic, and it was something you didn't want to ruin.

You didn't want to ruin it with a question of closure and assurance because this was a moment you've wanted for so long, this moment of where you can probably move on— why on earth would you want to ruin it with a sake of having closure for him leaving?

"Any plans for today?" He questions, fading off from the banter.

"Just class and work," you answer, as you shrug. "Nothing new."

"Well, I'm walking with you to Planetarium Coffee, that's gotta be something new," he cheekily states, hoping to elicit a laugh or a positive reaction from you, but you end up chewing on the inside of your cheek.

"Taehyung, why are you doing this?"

You felt the asphyxiation overwhelm you as you asked the question— the question that you told yourself not to ask. "You purposely decided to pick me up in front of my apartment— which you probably asked Hoseok if I still lived there— just to walk with me to Planetarium Coffee and you're acting as if you didn't drop everything and leave? And now you're back and I'm supposed to what— pretend that it never happened? What's your plan, here?"

Looking at him was the scary part, because though you were able to look at him two minutes ago, you couldn't now after telling him how you felt.

Surely, you must have thought that this might have been the same way he felt too when he left— the feeling of looking you in your pained and confused eyes was really too painstakingly unbearable to look at. And to form words afterwards? To you? Maybe that's why he left so sudden.

And maybe that's why you didn't say that.

You didn't say anything at all until you get to Planetarium Coffee.

Like you said, you didn't want to ruin it— no matter how strange and how unfitting it may be to see and talk to someone you love who doesn't even feel the same way anymore. There's a part of you that makes you believe that nothing in the past had happened, but you know that if you were to bring it up, you'd have to give up this peculiar feeling of being able to talk to him normally and obliviously.

"What tea do you like?" Taehyung asks, pulling you away from your thoughts. You don't miss the sudden scratch coming from your throat.

He's pulling out his wallet from his back pocket and you bring your hands out to stop him, shaking your head. "No, you're not paying for me."

Taehyung laughs, walking over to stand behind someone in line. "And why not?"

"Because I can pay for myself," you rose an eyebrow at him. Why did he want to buy you a drink? Even when you were both together, you wouldn't let him buy you anything without you paying it back.

"Fine," you watch him back off, knowing that if he insisted on paying, it would lead to an argument that he didn't want to get himself into. "Only if you tell me what your favorite drink is here."

"Will you let me order first?"

He narrows his eyes, knowing that you caught him in his act where he was going to pay for you and not let you know. You gave him a look, to which he lets out a defeated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Be my guest."

Smiling victoriously, you move in front of him. "I don't usually order tea from here, if I'm being honest," you say, causing Taehyung to scrunch his eyebrows together. "I buy their scones. Handmade from heaven."

You turn over to see the open register, the welcoming face of the 9 AM Tuesday barista you knew as Woori. She can immediately guess what you were going to buy: a lemon poppyseed scone, and with that, you pay for it and walk over to your designated table next to the window.

Taehyung, after ordering and shoving his card into his wallet, finally sits in front of as you were already in the midst of going over your notes for anatomy.

"What did you order?" You ask, stopping midway.

"I've been trying to broaden my horizons," he smirks at you. "I got their rose latte? But I asked for an extra shot."

You nearly gasp at the sound of that. "And an extra shot, too? You really are a coffee drinker."

"And you seemingly are not," he chuckles lowly. "Tea, neither. What's going on?"

To that, you shrug, as if it was just a weird revelation where caffeine doesn't do much good— realistically, coffee doesn't do much good for you or your flowers.

"Just didn't need it anymore," you reply. "As for you, what made you like coffee so much?"

He lets out a low chuckle. "Unlike you, I started to need it. Like, tonight. I'm heading to Montreal for the weekend for a shoot and my flight leaves at 2 AM."

You raise your eyebrows at that. "Wow, Montreal? You're already traveling."

"Not that big of a deal. I have to come back on Monday for another shoot so I won't be able to see much of Montreal as I'd like to."

"Bummer," you say, meeting his eyes. "Well, I hope you can go there one day and explore much of it as you'd like. I heard it's beautiful there."

"Yeah," he nods in agreement, looking at you in a way where it made you feel uneasy. Uneasy and nostalgic. As if you knew the look he gave you. "Yeah, it is."

Eunmi was already in the midst of planning Annie and Jungkook's super private wedding when she scheduled an appointment for you to meet with them. She said she was going to tend to some venues for another husband and wife to be that day, but she apparently entrusted you enough to execute her own thoughts on behalf to Annie and Jungkook.

It was nothing out of the ordinary, but you generally hated these type of appointments when Eunmi isn't present. And needless to say, you were biased because you were interviewing Jeon Jungkook.

That morning, you were not greeted by the unfaithful presence Taehyung outside of your apartment complex due to his trip in Montreal, meaning you got to go to Planetarium and finish some homework without being distracted.

As you enter the general building of your work, Yuna smiles. "Oh, ___! Mr. Jeon Jungkook is outside the office."

Throwing her a thumbs up in acknowledgement, you take the usual route up the office, passing by the many desks before you stop in your tracks to see who was in the waiting room outside Eunmi's office. Jungkook sits outside the office, arm propped on the arm chair as he observes the cloudy weather outside the big window next to him.

You nearly did a double take as it was strange to see someone that you barely know but almost know entirely of. Someone who's known by every teenage girl through his platform and someone who's been loved by a single girl through the sporadic whirlwind of the universe that brought them together.

Taking in a deep breath, you approach him slowly, clearing your throat in which he looks up, a subtle baffled look before giving a small stranger-friendly smile in return.

"Hi, Mr. Jeon Jungkook, right?" You ask as he nods. "I'm ___, Eunmi's assistant and on behalf of us, I'm sorry that she can't make it to this appointment—"

"Oh, no worries," he chuckles softly as he stands up, holding out his hand for you to shake. "I apologize, too. Annie's supposed to be here with me, but I guess I'm going solo on this whole wedding ordeal," he laughs, and admittedly, it pains you.

Maybe you're weak for feeling hurt for someone else, but the image of Minji in your head made it hard for you to even spare a smile at Jungkook.

"I guess we both are going solo today," you state before you open the door. "Come in."

You stroll over to your desk, sitting down and Jungkook following suit and sitting in front of you.

"So, Eunmi gave me a list of things she wanted me to discuss with you, and working with her for awhile, I'm going to try my best to express her thoughts on certain things," you say, gathering your files and clearing your throat. "So, I noticed that you've got the venue set up," you state. "You called them and booked them and everything, right?"

He nods as you highlight the check point on the document. "Do we know where the reception will be held at?"

"From what I know, Annie just wants it at the same venue."

"Okay," you type, putting a note to call the venue to follow that up. "Do we know if they cater?"

"They don't, but Annie has these list of caterers that she gave me, but I kind of lost them," Jungkook says with a tinge of embarrassment at how disorganized he was making himself out to be.

"That's fine," you say with a nod, reaching over to your side and grabbing a pamphlet. "These are some of Eunmi's recommended caterers for such venues that don't cater themselves. You can look over at them with Annie when you get the chance and then when you make another appointment, you guys can tell Eunmi which caterer you'd like to have at your wedding." Jungkook takes the pamphlet from you as you begin to type on your laptop. "How about any decorations for the reception? Do we know if we're doing a huge long table for the guests or individual tables with designated seating...?"

Jungkook blankly stares at you with a look of uncertainty, causing you to laugh as you realize that you were going on and on about something he was probably solely lost on and your words just sounded like jumbled gibberish through his ears.

"Sorry," you chuckle lightly, leaning back into your chair. "Here, about this. Eunmi wrote down here that Annie wanted... blue poppies."

You don't miss the way his eyes flicker from your laptop to your eyes at almost the rate of light.

"Yeah, blue poppies," he agrees, interlocking his hands over his lap. "They're her favorites."

In the corner of your eyes, you see him spacing out, and you wonder if he was thinking about Minji— the same girl that ended up throwing up the same flowers that happened to be Annie's favorites.

"They're beautiful," you note, looking at him before he winces slightly and looks at you. "I hope you don't mind if I ask why blue poppies?"

Jungkook, being courteous and shaking his head, sits up in his chair. "Blue poppies was a song I originally wrote, but it never really got released. She listened to it and ever since then, blue poppies were her favorites."

You bite your bottom your lip, trying desperately to push back the thought of asking what the song was about— or rather, who. It was instance that would break this conversation entirely.

Feigning a smile, you nod your head slowly.

"Well, they're lovely," you tell him as he nods.

"Yeah," he agrees after a mere pause. "They are. Sorry, my mind's not in the game, right now."

"Pre-wedding stress?"

He scoffs lightly. "You could say that."

You nod, your lips curling up in amusement.

"Actually," Jungkook speaks up, causing your ears to perk up. "I've been meaning to ask... aren't you friends with Taehyung?"

Your heart stops for a mere second. "You could say that."

He smiles at your response. "Taehyung and I used to go to high school together," he explains.

"Oh, really?" Eyebrows raising, you let out a tight laugh. "What a small world."

"You dated him, didn't you?" He asks suddenly, you looking at him from your lashes.

Pausing, you nod once again, a sheepish laugh eliciting from your mouth. "I did, yeah," you tell him truthfully.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's alright."

"I didn't recognize you until the name matched your face. You're the one that bites your ice cream, right?" He laughs in a friendly matter. You were almost taken aback by that sudden fact he knew about you that you smile at him.

"I do, yeah," your lips curl upwards. "I'm guessing he talked about me?"

"All the time," he nods, laughing lightheartedly. "All good things."

"Until they stopped?"

He doesn't say anything. Realizing what you said, you let out an embarrassed laugh.

"Sorry," you mutter. "That was a debby-downer. Are you making the list for the guests, or is Annie?"

"Annie," he answers, fiddling with his thumbs. You nod, moving on to create a new guest list and labeling it for Jungkook and Annie's wedding, the sound of clicking and typing being the only thing you focused on. That was until he spoke up again.

"He didn't want to leave you, you know."

You fingers stop, hovering over the keyboard. Meeting his eyes slowly, there was this look in his eyes that you couldn't quite touch upon. It was almost sympathetic.

"All of the things that I've heard from him about you were only ever good things," he continues, trying to reassure you before you could even react. "I didn't think you guys would ever reach an end until one night he calls me at an airport and tells me about the hardest decision he had to make."

Speechless was an understatement. Really, you were at a total loss for words. What do you say to someone that you barely knew but knows you from afar?

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, sincerely. "I just believe that... you deserve at least some sort of explanation, you know and...."

You almost had to laugh. How hypocritical of him to say that when perhaps he should have said that to the girl who, now, lost all memory of him— all the unconditional, painful love and wonderful memories of him.

"And I know, he's back and everything which might be the most chaotic thing in your life right now—"

"It's fine," you immediately cut him off. You didn't want to hear anymore of it. "With all due respect, Mr. Jeon, my relationship with Taehyung is none of your business and I'm entirely sure you're paying my boss and I by the hour to talk about your relationship, not mine."

Jungkook chews on the inside of his cheek, knowing that you were presumably irked. "You're right. Can I ask you one more thing?" He asks instead. You rose an eyebrow, only to give in, giving him a slight upwards nod of your chin. "Do you still have your flowers?"

Instant regret. "Excuse me?"

"Hanahaki?" He asks before he swipes his thumb across his nose, knowing very well that he was treading dangerous waters.

"What even made you think I had Hanahaki?" You shake your head, immediately growing defensive.

"My intention wasn't meant to be rude," he begins, rather calmly. "You probably don't remember, but two years ago, at Hoseok's after party, I found you in the bathroom, and you threw up flowers."

You stare, your heart beating too loudly. That night was already blurry enough— you just remember yelling, blaming, screaming at yourself for being so utterly foolish for being in love with someone who doesn't feel the same anymore, and now there you were— here you are— paying the price.

"Don't worry, I haven't told a soul," he speaks up. "Since it's not my story to tell— but after all these years, I didn't think I'd run into you again, planning my wedding. Bizarre is an understatement," he chuckles with an odd warmth, as if he was an old friend reminiscing of the good times when really, his first impression of you was at your weakest.

"You were at that party?" You question, pursing your lips together. "That night?"

"Surely you know that I'm also friends with Hoseok. But unfortunately, yes, I was at that party and I did happen to come across you that night. Someone was already holding your hair back." Jungkook stares at you intently. "Do you still have them?"

Staring at him, you thought of all the ways you could avoid answering. From moving on with the wedding to mentioning Minji, you were creating fabricated scenarios that you wished would help you disappear from the atmosphere that became too suffocating.

Instead, you shake your head, looking down at your keyboard, creating a new format on the document. "No," you answer blandly. "You must have saw something different. The breakup was mutual."

It wasn't because you're ashamed that you couldn't tell him that you still had your flowers— even after two long fucking years, you still had it. It wasn't that you couldn't admit to him that you had it in the first place— of course not.

It was because you didn't owe him that story of your flowers. Call yourself selfish and irrational, but it wasn't like you were asking about Minji and how you found her that night throwing up the same flowers that will be on his wedding centerpiece, his aisle decorations, and his fiancé's bouquet.

After all, the story of your chrysanthemums was yours to tell.

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Languages of Saints - C.R (5/10)

Summary: A deal isn’t supposed to involve feelings, right? (Reader/Carter Baizen).

Prompt: “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

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Part Time Event Coordinator.

It is something you decide to put one night on your resume after going over how much time you had spent creating and showcasing the wonder and charitable nature of the company since Mr. Baizen took over. Yes, you still had your old job and worked the hours necessary for them -- filling in all the dirty numbers that the CEO didn’t want to show the world, but even the numbers don’t add up for Carter Baizen sometimes. There were several thousands missing at a time, sometimes the numbers just didn’t add on -- at first, you had thought it was just something related to the shady dealings that Mr. Baizen handed, but there were even moments where he was confused, but with a flick of the wrist or a signature it was moved from his desk and ignored you. You had frowed the first time that he had done this, only for him to give you a shrug, throwing away money seemed so easy for him.

“ Get a lawyer, just in case, ” that’s what Rocio had told you the other day when you talked about the current details of your job, a relief that you hadn’t been working that weekend. But, who in their right mind would go against Carter Baizen -- the more time you spent with him, the more you realized how much of New York he had come to own. There was a little part of him everywhere, even owning a small portion of the Jets -- I mean, who did that ?

However, you had also come to understand that Carter Baizen, without any of his family’s money, was a man that struggled to prove he had some type of worth to whoever looked down on him, you had seen this happen once.

“Carter Baizen threw away all his inheritance, pulled his father’s company to the brink,” they whispered, a little too drunk late into the night.

“Now, look at him, pretending he cares about inner city kids,” they, those socialites with nothing much to do besides drink, giggled as your eyes flickered to them and Mr. Baizen passing by and though he seemed unfazed there was a tightening of his jaw you seemed to notice -- you were noticing a lot of things recently.

You stare at the word document for a moment before calling it a night. You’re still unsure of who Mr. Baizen was and what was his endgame to all of this, but at least you could be prepared when it all fell, or at least when he decided to finally fire you, which was the least he could do.

Truth be told, Carter Baizen had lost his endgame years ago, when she got married a second time, when she had her kids, and a winery somewhere in Northern California. A lot of the things he had now, didn’t coincide with what he had wanted at the start of this long money marathon, but without a set end -- he kept running and doing what he had learn to do best -- take things from others. The problem was that despite all his misgivings and foolish choices, the former CEO of Wyman had been a charitable man, as such there were contracts and grants to follow through with, along with dollars to match and giveaway.

It wasn’t something he was looking forward to, but then he had found the perfect person for it.

“Mr. Baizen, I have the report completed for last night’s donations,” your voice echoes from the entrance of his office, as blue eyes look up from his laptop to look at you -- dark business pants and a white blouse-- before motioning for you to come in, whatever he was doing forgotten for the fun he found the rest of the night.

“I’ve told you Carter is just fine,” he waves his hand dismissively, as you hand him the report and take a seat across from him, preceding to work on whatever else you have on your plate.

Ever since that first charity event, Carter had roped you into doing all of them for the spring season. He knew it wasn’t an easy task doing everything he threw at you, but you did it to perfection and he was proud of his little employee, letting you in on little perks that some threw themselves to try to grab on the first day -- like letting you calling him Car if you wanted, spending dinner time together, things he knew people only dreamed off -- but with that look in your eyes as you sat down, he knew it was a no-go tonight as well.

“Are you sure this is how much the Wallaces gave this time around?” he asks, skimming through the end where all the numbers connected, as you look up from your computer and nod, “ Cheapskates.”

You let out a small puff of air, but cover it before it can turn into a laugh. Carter can’t help the small uptick of his lips at the sound that managed to escape, before shaking his head and going through the rest of the documents you had brought him. Events were already planned months in advance, as you listed them all out -- ready for his approval, though he did find ways to get arise out of you -- just to see to roll your eyes and give him the best explanation as to why.

“Are you sure this is the appropriate blue for this theme?” he questions, a shiteating grin on his face as you look up from the laptop to see him leaning on the desk a bit more, while pointing to the color scheme for the summer boat race a few months away. You tell him to give you the paper, as you turn the page.

“This blue matches the color the foundation we’re supporting,” you explain, as he nods though not really paying any attention, he just wanted to see you work through it -- give him your explanation as to why you made all these choices so far. Carter might not have enjoyed all of this, but he liked seeing all the work you accomplished and how you seemed to be doing it for a good cause as well.

“I hope you understand why I chose it now,” you finish, though clearly knowing he wasn’t paying attention before going back to playing with the numbers on your screen.

Trading questions and remarks until 9pm had become the norm, and while he didn’t do it as often so did having some dinner through one of the apps he had downloaded the other day. Most of the fancy restaurants he knew didn’t deliver, but you were well-versed enough with what was around the building to give him some suggestions. At first it had just been for him, too tired to get his own dinner as you worked on, but now there was just enough for two people.

“Look you can either eat the kung-pow chicken,” he states with pushing the plate in your direction, “Or let it go to waste.”

You grumble your appreciation as Carter laughs taking another bite of his own meal with a self-satisfied feeling bubbling through his body, as he looks out towards the New York skyline. However, all things must come to end, as they do every night when the clock strikes 9:30 and the two of you are ready to leave, not to meet again for another week, as you head towards the street --ready to wait for a certain someone-- as Carter leans out of his all-too familiar car.

“Would you like me to drive you home?” Carter asks. He had been asking the same question since these nightly meetings started. Sometimes, he was close as you debated being murder to walking to the station alone, but never once had he gotten the chance to get you in his car again, like he had back in the party.

It’s wasn’t going to be any different tonight, as a r ed 911 Carrera Porsche zooms in front of the two of you, Rocio grins as she waves at Carter from the front seat.

“Thank you for the offer,” you manage say in an even tone and a professional smile -- and for some reason it’s a rejection that Carter can’t seem to handle though he doesn’t show it, as you get into the red vehicle, “Goodnight, Mr. Baizen.”

Carter lets out a frustrated groan as he runs a hand through his hair before driving his own expensive car to his apartment, unsure of why he is so angry at these constant turn of events and just exactly why they won’t leave his mind anymore.

Oh, Carter Baizen has it bad, he just doesn’t know it yet.

Heidi Castelo-Ashford constantly worried about her children, even if they didn’t care due to them being older now, but the one she worried about the most was her eldest -- Rocio. Being the only child of a model and a real estate agent wasn’t easy for Rocio, watching what happened to her father and then seeing her mother get married again and have more children --- well-educated and privilege beyond what one could imagine as old New York money, made her lash out even more. However, through thick and thin, there was someone that was a constant in her daughter's life -- you, because Heidi knew that isn’t it wasn’t for you Roci wouldn’t have made it this far in life, would have ended up in even worst situation.

Even if she didn’t see you often, you were like a 2nd daughter to her. An open invitation was always there for you, and this time Rocio (for whatever reason) had decided that the two of you would attend her mother’s annual garden party supporting various art foundations. So, here you are a pretty expensive summer dress and heels, as Rocio downs her 3rd margarita before it even hits 11am. Her mother waving from afar, as you return the greeting.

“Roc, why are we here again?” you question, as green eyes scan the lavish tables and guests mainly dressed in white, “Who are you trying to bang?”

“I’m trying to reconnect with someone,” she explains before getting another drink from the waiters moving around, “Mom said Montreal came back.”

“Oh shit,” is all you manage to say, as you look scan the area for the moment. Montreal, or rather the person you had gone to the blasted city to had returned --potentially as the prodigal child-- the one that had humiliated Roci all those years ago, and you knew you had to be here.

“Any game plan?” you question, only for Rocio to shake her head. It was kind of scary since she always had one before she threw it out the window, at least she was one step ahead for now, “Well, I’m here if you need an extra butt cheek.”

“I’ll holler if I need help,” she says calmly, almost too much so for some who has had 4 drinks in less than an hour, but you know that if she wanted you there she would have told you, as she marched into a world you didn’t know very well.

Outside dealing with Rocio, her family sometimes, and now Mr. Baizen -- you weren’t from a world like this -- hell, you could barely make the rent sometimes. You stood around for awhile, before Heidi grabbed you and began showing you around, soon more people were gathered around you, as if it had caught wind of who you were and your connections to a certain someone, unaware that someone had also heard that you were there as well.

“And have you thought of leaving Wyman?” an elderly woman that seems to be Heidi’s friend ask and clearly ignoring the recent change in ownership, as they have been going on asking you for the past 20 minutes about your personal background and current aspirations -- to which you didn’t back down from. You were sure that they were judging you, but you shrugged it off -- Rocio’s attitude clearly rubbing off as Heidi just gave a hesitant laugh.

“I actually--” you start off, only to have a hand grip your hip tightly as you look to see an annoying but perfect looking with his gelled hair wearing white suit and light blue shirt.

“She actually plans on staying there a very long time, but that’s besides the point,” he gives them a smile before dragging you out of the circle, as you try your best to say goodbye to Heidi as the women talk in a higher pitch before shaking their heads in agreement -- like flock of white birds and you can’t help but laugh a little.

“You’re hanging out with the wrong crowd, sweetheart, ” you turn to look back at Carter shaking his head, as you frown at the nickname.

“And your company is better than theirs?” you unknowingly tease him, as he grins pulling you towards a shadier part of the garden where the buffet is taking place along with some dancing. You pause and stare for a moment, still confused as to why both Mr. Baizen and Rocio would hate such a lifestyle, but it was just something you were never meant to understand.

“Much better,” he gives you a boyish grin that doesn’t seem as annoying as all the others he has given you in the time that you have known him. You don’t know if it’s being out of the work environment or his changed demeanor, even though he’s still seems to be puffy around everyone else, that allows you to laugh at his comment.

“Do you come to these often?” you question, pulling his hand from your waist only for him to place it right back. Blue eyes scan the whole area, as if lost in a memory of something else before answering your question.

“Haven’t been to one in a long time,” he lets out in a bitter huff, as you simply nod, as he adds on mysteriously, “But I just had to come today.”

You can feel eyes on you and him, as you turn to see some people talking and you can’t help but shake your head a little because as much as you try to keep it professional, Mr. Baizen had been trying to push that boundary from day one, and it seems that he was just doubling in his efforts more and more though you didn’t understand why. Like now, as some people who you remember from a previous charity event start coming up to the two of you, he moves you forward and onto the stuffy dance floor.

“Mr. Baizen, what are you doing?” you ask harshly, unsure of how to move to the steps of such a formal song, while he twirls you keeping one hand on your hip and the other within his free hand’s grasp.

“Gotta stake my claim,” he states before tapping your heels with his brown loafers, moving you in the correct position to dance, “Everyone knows you’re running the events for me. Rich people always know the value of a good staff.”

“Like you do?” you question, trying your hardest to keep up with his steps but to also not look down.

“Something like that,” he flashes you a smile, as you are quick to pick up how to move. His smile brightens as he spins you for a moment, completely lost to whoever else might be watching, as you giggle at being able to follow his lead. One song and then two songs pass without the two of you dancing near the back, nobody daring to bother you but watching every move. Carter makes comments here and there about people you don’t know and you can’t help but laugh, each time heartier than before as blue eyes watch you completely mesmerized.

But, the spell’s has to be broken sometime, as there is a scream followed by the echo of your name in Rocio’s voice. People turn at the sound of splashing as you turn around to look as many partygoers have gone to go see what was happening near the large fountain near the center of the garden. You let go of Carter in worry for your best friend, you turn and give him an apologetic nod.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Baizen,” is all you manage to say before taking off to where Rocio might be, as he eventually loses sight of you through all the people.

“Yeah,” he says as he runs as hand though his face and groans. The warmth of you still sending electricity throughout his very being, and Carter know this feeling all too well -- he had felt it once before, a long time ago.

What the hell was he going to do now?

Part 6

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sometimesalwaysmusic · 6 years ago

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OBSIDIAN WILL

We caught up with the members of Obsidian Will (OW: Liam, Lloyd, and Justin) to discuss successes, challenges, favourite tracks of their own, and their most influential records. Check them out at one of their upcoming shows and witness their artwork for yourself! (Photo: Natalie Jeffery)

VITALS

Facebook: www.facebook.com/obsidianwill

Web: www.obsidianwill.com

Instagram: www.instagram.com/owmelammu

Upcoming shows: May 25 - Drone Day, Ottawa, ON June 20 - L'Ordre de l'Infiniment Nada, Obsidian Will, Transmit vs. Intangerines, Bar Robo, Ottawa, ON.

SA: How did Obsidian Will first start playing music together? OW: OW started in 2013 in the office of the Carleton University archives and rare book room, where Liam used to work and Lloyd still does. We were both in other bands, Liam’s was ending as his band mates moved out of town, and Lloyd’s was still going but winding down. We discovered a mutual appreciation for classic heavy metal and various metal sub-genres: black metal, folk metal, witch house, etc. and both came across funeral doom while poking around bandcamp and itunes. It was also around this time that Lloyd started experimenting with making soundscapes on garageband and integrating lyrics. Liam also went to see Merdaratha, which incorporated pre-recorded ambient loop tracks that could be played over by a live band. Liam thought it would be cool to layer some guitar over the soundscapes Lloyd was making, and Lloyd could provide the rhythm. That’s sort of, but not quite, what we ended up doing.

We decided to jam together and booked some time at the rehearsal space under Irene’s called Noise Annoys. The room was great but the shortest amount of time you could book was four hours. Four. Hours. It ended up being a lot of time but allowed us to work for long periods and figure out what our version of funeral doom would be. Originally, all of our songs were between 12 and 20 minutes long. The tightened-up versions of the songs we wrote at this time - like Ghost Acres and Marked Hands - are still part of our sets and are notably slower tempo and sparse-sounding. Eventually, we would move away from trying to fit into the funeral doom genre.

We got lucky somehow and booked a few gigs as a duo, including opening for Topon Das, Greylights, Black Oak Decline and Empty Vessels. We also did our first out-of-town gig at a nudist colony in Vankleek Hill. After we had played our original set list a few times, we decided our sound was a bit too sparse and thought twice about always having a pre-recorded backing track to break-up the silence. Luckily, Lloyd met Justin in an esoteric/occult reading group he started. Their conversation quickly turned to music and Lloyd invited Justin to join with the band to play violin and be the “live loop track” that would replace the pre-recorded one. A few weeks after Justin came on board, we had our first gig with him. We didn’t really have time to prepare, so we just told him to improvise as we played through our set list. Justin eventually purchased an electric violin and now an electric cello, and is integrated more fully into the songs and overall sound of Obsidian Will.

SA: What bands or musicians would you cite as the biggest influences on your sound? OW: At the beginning it was certainly Doom bands like Skepticism and Nortt, as well as folk metal bands like Wardruna. Merdaratha was a huge initial local influence as well, as was Gates from Toronto. We are individually and collectively influenced by many different bands and styles of music and sound art, and as we have continued to work together more of our influences outside of the metal genre have crept in like The Mars Volta, Laibach, Lustmord, and many of the artists on the Cryo Chamber label.

SA: Thus far in your career, what has been the band’s biggest success? OW: It’s all a success. Every time we get to play a show is an extreme privilege and it’s wild to us that we get to share the stage with some of the most exciting bands we know. It’s still a total novelty that we can contact bands that we like, or, even crazier, get contacted by rad bands out of nowhere, and have them agree to/want to play a show with us.

Picking out a few specific examples though, doing an Ottawa-Montreal show swap with Le Pélican Noir is a definite highlight. We are super glad to have met Sylvain and Maxime and are excited to collaborate with them in the future. Being asked to play the Ottawa Experimental Music 5 year anniversary show is also huge for us, and it’s kind of unbelievable that we got to be on the same bill as amazing local bands we admire like Novusolis, Clavius, Deathsticks, RAAS, and Forgotten in the Woods Again. Also, having an album and EP recorded by Topon Das at Apartment 2 Studios is like a dream come true, and, thanks to his production skills, having them turn out wayyy better than we thought possible was an added bonus.

SA: Conversely, what is the biggest challenge you have faced, and how have you dealt with it? OW: Obsidian Will doesn’t really fit into any one genre, or at least one of the genres you can pick from a scroll-down list on bandcamp/soundcloud/spotify etc. Our sets can range from quiet drone/ambient to a crushing doom-infused wall of noise. A blend of those two extremes isn’t always an easy sell. This might make us a bit more challenging to put on a bill, because we’re not really a fun high-energy band that would get booked for your usual bar or festival gigs - we have a tendency to bring the mood down. That said, we’ve managed to find a core group of local bands and artists we are similar to and that we work well with. We are still working to build our audience and find other artists to collaborate with. Having the ability to disseminate our music online helps when your project is more niche, like ours.

SA: How do you guys approach the song-writing process? OW: We’re still working on figuring this one out. Our older approach, when we were a two-piece of drums and guitar was to kind of work independently and rely on visual cues from on-another, mostly nods and looks. Essentially, it was the law of the jungle, but we made it work.

Once Justin joined the band, and now that Lloyd is incorporating synth, we realized we would need to work on coordinating. Right now, we’re working on a new song that will require a lot more structure and coordination between the three of us. We’re currently building a structure based on a few variations on the central theme.

Usually one of us has a concept or an idea we want to explore with the band. We sit and talk about it and then see if we can translate that narrative into sound. Occasionally we will also bring a riff or soundscape forward and work with that.

Also, we usually write lyrics first and try to build a song structure around them, or, for less structured and more ambient songs, pre-record the lyrics and play them over what we’re playing. For these less-structured songs, we end up doing our own thing to a great extent, recording it off the floor, and listening back to it to make sure everything we’re doing fits together. The tricky part is remembering what you were playing!

SA: What are your thoughts on the Ottawa music scene? OW: There are positives and negatives. We recognize that we are a niche project and our music/performances don’t appeal to everyone; that’s totally fine. As a result of this, though, we had a hard time finding shows at first and are still working on building a local audience. Maybe this is commonplace and not exclusively an Ottawa thing, but it seems like crowds tends to follow specific promoters, and promoters tend to focus on specific genres, which totally makes sense. This can just make it a bit difficult to do something different and still play locally. That’s probably more on us than on “the scene” though.

That said, we’ve been super lucky to get support from other bands and locals. One of our earliest supporters was Topon Das. Not only did he record, mix, and master our self-titled album and the Night Sky EP at Apartment 2 Studios, he headlined our first show and also got us on early bills with bands we were amazed to play with like Black Oak Decline and Empty Vessels. We are super appreciative of all the help he’s given us and feel privileged that he’s been involved in the band’s development.

Another huge help to us is Adriana Ciccone (AKA Baba Ganoush). Finding the Ottawa Experimental Music facebook page was extremely helpful for promotion and finding shows. Adriana has been very supportive of OW, plus she’s a super talented musician herself that is contributing a lot to the Ottawa music scene as a performer, community radio host, writer, organizer, and show promoter. We consider her a very positive force in the Ottawa music scene and are extremely grateful to have met her and to have shared a stage with her. Check out all her stuff if you haven’t already! Forgotten in the Woods Again, Constellation 425, Ottawa Experimental Music, Hexon Bogon on CKCU. She does so much that is no doubt an incomplete list.

Ottawa Drone Day has also been a big help as well (full disclosure: Liam has helped organize Drone Day for the past 3 years). It’s always encouraging to see that there are so many local performers doing very different styles of music than you would normally see at shows, and it is great to be a part of that. Overall, though our niche is specific we are very encouraged that we’ve been able to find local bands to play on the same bill with and that like our music, and likewise, we like theirs.

SA: From Tamtu in November 2016, all the way to Night Sky, in November 2018, what kind of progression has there been in your music? Or, has it rather stayed constant over time, in terms of theme and expression? OW: Over time, we have played with the idea of structuring our shows and recordings as ritual spaces. As the ones creating the experience, we are guides bringing the listener on a sonic journey. We have structured our sets and albums to do this, trying to be conscious of what’s being communicated overall and being sure to open and close the ritual space of the performance before and after. This idea developed early on and has been a through-line throughout our performances and recordings... most of the time.

Similarly, we consider our songs, with and without lyrics, as meditations. We are often trying to explore things that inspire awe through their ineffability or by the contradictions they embody. Sometimes we borrow from classical mythology to do this, like in The Mother of Eleven and Marked Hands, and sometimes we look to the present like in Teratogenesis or Salvage. We are often writing songs about forces beyond our control and the feeling of powerlessness.

As far as recordings go, we’ve alternated between more structured songs and more improvised, noisy, and experimental “songs” (calling them songs would be kind of a stretch). Tamtu, Hollow Witch, and Night Sky are all less structured experimental pieces we recorded for Noisevember. For these, we try to tell a story through sound and sometimes incorporate pre-recorded lyrics. For Hollow Witch, we stayed at a friend’s house deep in Lanark County and recorded the songs in various parts of the house as well as one outside. We ritualized the session overall as well as each recording, and in the end, the album ended up being an ode to the house itself. Our self-titled album and Melammu are recordings of some of our more structured songs and is a bit less consciously organized overall. The elements are still there, but the songs are more able to stand alone.

Also, in the time we’ve been playing together we’ve all grown as musicians. We’ve also grown in terms of gear. We started with drums and electric guitar and now we have drums, baritone guitar, electric violin, electric cello, 3 or 4 synthesizers, and collectively we probably have 20 pedals. This allows each of us to shape our sound to better reflect the stories that we set out to tell with our music. As we grow as musicians our sonic vocabulary grows along with the amount of gear we have to load-in.

SA: Thus far in the band’s repertoire, what is your favourite track, and why? Liam: My favourite tracks are some of our earliest: Marked Hands and The Gestation of Homunculi. They are very simple but I never get sick of playing them when we are going through the set list. They are probably the most emotive songs in our repertoire.

Lloyd: My favorite track to play is Teratogenesis basically because it’s fun to smash through the song. My favorite song to listen to is The Mother of Eleven. For me the song is an invocation of the dark reaches of mystery. Each time we play it I treat it as a personal ritual.

Justin: The Gestation of Homunculi is awesome! This was the first song I wanted to learn and play when I joined and I still love playing it.

SA: If you had to choose, what three records would you cite as most impactful on your sound in this group? Lloyd: Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath

Liam: Skepticism - Stormcrowfleet

Justin: Type-O-Negative - October Rust

SA: What comes next for you guys in 2019? Good luck this coming year! OW: We are working on a couple new songs and will most likely be playing Drone Day on May 25th. After that, we are playing June 20th with L’Ordre de l’Infiniment NADA and Transmit vs. Intangerines at Bar Robo - this show is so new there isn’t even an event to link to yet! We’ll probably also do another crazy noise recording for Noisevember and other stuff, stay tuned!

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embracehappy · 7 years ago

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Don’t Fight It | Shawn Mendes Imagine

Summary: You are on vacation, visiting a friend, when you accidentally befriended a coffee shop barista who does her best to set you up with her other “friend”

a/n: This is the first fic I’ve written. Sorry it’s so long. I really liked the idea behind it, and I’m pretty proud of how it turned out. Please please please let me know what you think! I am open and accepting to constructive criticism!! But I also really love positive feedback <3

Part 2

Warnings: Swearing, Angst (i think?)

Word count: 3.9k

It was ironic, really: how y’all met. It was pure happen stance. You weren’t even supposed to be there. One night you just got really tired of not being able to see one of her best friends in the whole world. So, you booked a ticket. And that was that.

The next thing you know, it is four weeks later and you are hopping off a plane.

“Y/N!!!” You hear Eden S C R E A M as you exit security. You embrace your friend in a hug so tight that you lose your ability breathe for a moment. As you rock back and forth, an old man walks by and mumbles toward you both: “That is true happiness right there, never let it go.”

Wiping the tears forming in your eyes, Eden helps steady yourself as y’all walk towards where Eden had parked. You hadn’t seen Eden in over a year, causing the mild tears of joy.

You had never been so excited to be in a foreign place. You had never even been to Canada, and here you are in Toronto. Eden was lucky. She transferred out of your college after freshman year. It broke her heart to say goodbye to the friend group, but she just really needed to find a school with a better Environmental Science program. So, she went home to Washington DC. She had been working for the last year at her Aunt’s company when she wasn’t in classes. Somehow, she got a promotion, and then another, and then one more, and now she’s in Toronto. (You aren’t even completely sure what she does; she was only a secretary when she was first hired at the company.)

~~ “Are you ready?” Eden asks as she is turning her lock.

“Oh just let me in!” You squeal, excited to start your girls weekend. You push past her into the apartment and quickly notice that her Pinterest boards were not a waste. Eden lives a one bedroom apartment, somewhere in downtown Toronto. It may have been small, but it was gorgeous. It was the perfect mix of vintage and modern. White and sleek, but with tasteful splashes of dark wood and antiques. You are quick to notice the small tree in the corner of the room.

“Well that’s a fake plant” you scoff to your friend.

“Is not!” She fights back.

“You have many things, Eden, but a green thumb is not one!” You say as you walk over and feel it to ensure you are correct. You are, it’s fake.

“Whatever!” She yells, carrying your small carry-on bag into the bedroom. “Is this really all you brought??” Eden yells to you.

“Well, yeah! I’m only staying for four days!!”

~~ Two days have passed. You’ve been enjoying the trip of your life in Toronto with Eden. However, last night got the better of you and you stayed up way too late watching movies. Knowing that it was the one last Netflix original that did y’all in, you were both planning on sleeping in. However, your body had other ideas.

You jolted awake sometime around 9am. You decided to be a little selfish. As much as you love Eden, you wanted to go explore. You were missing your usual morning routine and were desperate to go on a jog. So you decide that you might as well do both, explore and jog.

Quietly slipping into your leggings and clean sports bra, you are sure not to wake Eden as you grab her house key, along with your wallet and IPhone. You wander over to Eden’s closet. Surely, she has something you can borrow. Due to your light packing, you only brought one sweatshirt. The same sweatshirt that you accidentally ruined last night by spilling ice cream all down the front.

You almost laugh out-loud as you pull a grey sweatshirt off a hanger.

I can’t believe she still owns this!? She was always so obsessed with his music!

You slip the crewneck over your head. Giggling to yourself when you look down and see the “I would date u but ur not shawn mendes” plastered across your chest.

It’s only fitting, you are in Toronto, after all! Usually you would never wear something that would blatantly label you as a tourist, but you’re only here for a short stay. And, it’s not even your sweatshirt!

Eden had been the one to turn you on to Shawn Mendes’ music. She first played you his album when you were studying for finals during first semester. After that, you had to admit, you were a bit addicted to his music. The melodies just had a way of making you move. They gave you a weird feeling somewhere deep inside you that you didn’t know how to explain.

You hadn’t listened to Shawn Mendes’ music in a while. So, deciding you might as well be extra ironic, you chose the SHAWN MENDES playlist on Spotify, hit shuffle, and step out the door.

~~ You ran for about a half hour, though the streets of downtown, before you are quickly realizing that you are lost. You slow your pace and start looking around, thankful you are in Toronto and not Montreal. (Eden had been telling you about a weekend trip she took to Montreal, but it was a disaster because there was a lot more French than she was planning for.) You know you can’t be that far from Eden’s apartment building, simply because you were careful not to go too far. You had purposely gone in circles, running down the same few streets more than once. But, you had gotten just a bit too adventurous on your last round and now you’re standing in an area you don’t recognize.

You start walking. Actually, you start wandering. You are trying to spot that one really tall and pointy tower, knowing if you can find it, you could correct yourself back into the right direction.

You walk for about 5 more minutes before you give up. All you can think about is a coffee shop that you had seen two blocks back. It has been consuming your thoughts because you are quite hungry now. You decide to turn around and walk back to it, feeling like the coffee shop is calling you.

~~ It is 9:45am when you walk into the shop. A very friendly looking red head smiles to you. The shop is empty. It is clear that the morning rush had already come through and now this local was just staying open in an attempt to be nice to any non-regulars.

“Hey hun! Don’t be shy! I promise I won’t bite!” She smiles to you as cautiously walk up to the counter, noticing her nametag reads “Anna”.

“I would like a medium vanilla latte… um, please.”

“Sure thing!” She says as she goes to prepare your drink, flashing you a smile again. “Can I get your name?” She calls to you from behind the machine.

“Y/N!” You say to her. Suddenly realizing that you are now smiling too.

“Y/N, huh. Pretty name!”

She must have recognized your accent: “If you don’t mind, we don’t get a whole lot of Americans through this shop. So, I’m officially declaring you my friend!”

You are taken aback by her forwardness. You are not sure if it’s just her personality or a Canadian thing.

“Oh. Ok!” You respond. “Well, I am officially declaring you my first Canadian friend!” You then explain to her how you had been visiting a friend from college, but were adventuring out on your own this morning.

The two of you really hit it off, becoming basically best friends almost immediately. It must be because you are in a different country, but you have no problem with opening up to the stranger. You even exchange Instagram’s at one point. Sitting at the bar, you discuss your whole life with her. She listens as you tell her about your exes and your family. And then you do the same when she talks about her girlfriend and her family. You are about the same age, so it is easy for y’all to relate to each other stories. You are laughing, about how you both had a family cat named Steven, when you hear the door chime.

“Anna!” you hear a booming voicing behind you call out. The voice is loud, but not intimidating. And vaguely familiar? He sounds like he could be about yours and Anna’s ages. “Are you actually replacing me! I thought Sunday morning talks were OUR thing!” He says, drawing out the “our” in an unbelievably cute way. You cannot believe you are actually thinking someone’s voice was cute.

Suddenly, you feel his presence leaning up against the counter next to you. The next thing you know, a heavy arm is being rested around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“Anna! When I said I wanted to meet your girlfriend, I didn’t mean for you to bring her to OUR morning coffee date!”

You saw Anna’s face turn bright tomato red with shock. The arm’s owner must have realized that he was mistaken, as you feel the arm tense and lift up slightly.

“Anna… please tell me this is your girlfriend and not a complete stranger that I just put my arm around…”

Anna responds sheepily: “Well…. Um…. She’s not a stranger… to me…. She my newest friend!”

Anna’s face is no longer red as she is now grinning. “Shawn, meet Y/N!”

Shawn turns to look at you and for the first time you actually look up at him. And all you can see is his jaw line.

Damn.

You can hear Anna begin to speak again: “She’s American! She’s here for the weekend, visiting a friend from college. She’s… like... actually super cool and I need you to be really friendly and open and to not make any judgements okay, Shawn?”

You look back at Anna and see how she is suddenly giving him a frantic look. She’s trying to communicate something to him with her gestures. You look up at him again.

He is staring intensely at you. His eyes raking up and down you, pausing momentarily on your breast. You can’t quite figure out which emotions are hiding behind his eyes. You can’t even figure out what is going on between Anna and him.

And then it hits you.

The sweatshirt. The jawline. Shawn.

Shawn Mendes has his arm around you.

~~ He looks older than you remember him looking. You hadn’t been following his recent activity. So, you guess it makes sense though, for him to look so much older. He is your age, after all. And you definitely don’t look the same from the first time you heard his music.

Shawn’s arm is quickly retracted. It looks like he has chosen to be cautious, that’s how his eyes seem to appear at least.

He stumbles over his words when he speaks to you. “How did you find my favorite shop?” he says in an accusatory tone. “I’m so careful when I come here. The last thing I need is a superfan to ruin our mornings. I thought I told you to text me, Anna!” Shawn’s attention is now focused on Anna, who is getting very defensive very quickly.

Anna is throwing her arms up and begins raising her voice at him, something about how he needs to trust her and to just stop accusing her new friend of something.

You aren’t really paying attention.

Your head is spinning. You can finally get a good look at him. He is wearing a pink hoody under a jean jacket, black jeans, and a classic pair of black boots. And then your body goes numb and all you can hear is the word “superfan” rotating around in your head. Your vision goes blurry.

You fall off the bar stool.

~~ You’ve passed out. You can’t move or see, but you can hear. You can overhear Anna and Shawn.

“OH SHIT” Anna screams! An “oh my god” falls out of Shawn’s hushed voiced. “HELP HER YOU ASSHOLE”

You can feel a strong hand grabbing your arm and another suddenly on your back. You were being gently rolled to lay on your back.

“I CANT BELIEVE YOU REACTED LIKE THAT” Anna screams again. “Well I’m not going to pick her up while she’s unconscious!” “No! Not that! EARLIER! You dumbass! I didn’t text you because she’s insanely cool and you’re going to like her!” “SHE just WANTS you to like her, Anna! She’s a SUPERFAN!! She’s just trying to get CLOSE to ME! HELL! Maybe even she FAKED passing out! How do I know she hasn’t already tweeted my location to hundreds of followers on her FANACCOUNT--” “—OH MY GOD SHAWN! Did you even she her! Her phone is over HERE on the counter! And She didn’t move a muscle as soon as you wrapped YOUR ARM AROUND HER!”

You suddenly feel your body return to you. As you begin moving, a hush falls over the two. Next thing you know, you can feel Shawn next to you, trying to coax you out of your fog. Saying gentle things like “That’s it. Take it easy. I’ve got you.” Shawn’s helping you lift your head.

“I only want you to be happy” You hear Anna mumble to him. “You’re not my match maker” He responds, almost inaudible.

~~ As soon as you completely come to, anger floods your body. You were livid.

Yes, you were a fan, but in no way were you a “SUPERFAN” and Shawn should NOT have risen his voice at your new friend.

You sit up. Testing your words: “I… I am not…” You feel confident as your anger is quickly becoming rage.

“I am NOT a SUPERFAN! And HONESTLY…. The FACT that you ASSUMED as much really wants me to REVOKE my status of REGULAR mediocre FAN… WHO had NO IDEA that this is YOUR FAVORITE coffee shop in all of FUCKING TORONTO!! IM just HERE to visit a FRIEND and I HAPPENED to make another FRIEND! IM SORRY we CANT have the SAME FRIENDS, YOUR HIEGHNESS. I didn’t KNOW you OWNED all YOUR favorite SPOTS in Toronto!... YOU are an ASSHOLE! I KNOW how this works! YOU’RE just being KIND TO ME right now because you HAVE TO BE! HEAvon forbid something SHOWS up on the INTERNET about how THE Shawn MENDES treated a fan POORLY! I heard what you SAID!! You think IM SOME CRAZY FAN with a FANACCOUNT and all the SHIT!”

You notice Shawn’s face growing bright red and he is staring at you in bewilderment. Anna is smirking. But you kept firing off:

“I CANT Believe you! All you FAMous people are the same! YOURE ALL STUCK UP ASSHOLES! And to think that your fans actually think you’re WHOLESOME! WHAT THE FUCK, SHAWN MENDES?!?!”

You finally stop. He is hanging his head low. Anna glances down to you. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, hun.”

“But….. But your sweatshirt…?” Shawn questions timidly.

“It’s my friends FUCKING sweatshirt.” You say with a little less anger in your voice, but still firm. “In fact, I remember when she bought it. I made fun of her for A WEEK about it! I only wore it so that when I got back to her apartment, after my run, we could laugh about it...” you trail off, suddenly realizing that you are sharing way more information than you should with the asshole standing in front of you.

But you couldn’t help it. You had the weird feeling, that usually was caused by his music, currently fluttering about in your stomach. You were angry but you still wanted to talk to him. You decide instead to shut up, ignoring your gut.

Anna is helping you stand now, placing you into a chair at one of the tables. Shawn follows behind her like a sad puppy.

“Okay. You both stay here, eh. I’m going to get Y/N some water.” Anna says before she disappears into the back.

Anna has been gone a lot longer that she should’ve been. You assume this probably has something to do with those last comments you overheard when you were on the ground. Or you think you overheard. They were so quiet and quick at the end that maybe you may have hallucinated them.

You weren’t sure. Because of it, you didn’t know how to continue.

~~ In an attempt to ground yourself, you try reflecting on the current situation:

Okay, so I’m sitting in an empty coffee shop with Shawn Mendes. And I just YELLED at him? And now he’s looking like I just told him his dog died. What the fuck is even happening right now…

A few more seconds pass. You are about to give up waiting for Anna and just leave altogether. You’re really confused and just want to return to Eden’s apartment, when suddenly:

“I’m sorry…”

“What?” You say, shocked.

“I’m sorry.” Shawn says with more confidence. “I didn’t mean you any harm. I just… I need to be careful. I thought I could trust Anna… Er… I can trust Anna. But for a moment there, when I saw you, and then my name on your.. er… your friend’s sweatshirt… I… I panicked.”

There’s an awkward moment of silence. You didn’t know how to respond. You definitely weren’t expecting an asshole celebrity to be apologizing to you today… or any day for that matter.

Must be a Canadian thing.

Shawn looks up. His eyes are a little puffy and you can tell he’s trying not to cry.

Nope. This is a Shawn Mendes thing.

“Um… It’s ok… I totally shouldn’t have snapped at you… I understand why you need to be careful…. I guess…..”

Your gaze meets Shawn’s and he holds for longer than you expect. He seems to be accepting what you said, but still looks very sad.

“NO…no.. It’s totally my fault... I deserved to be yelled at… I treated you like shit. I’m so sorry.”

His eyes are still locked on yours.

“We haven’t even had a proper introduction yet” He says extending his hand.

“um… I’m Shawn” His mouth is curling up a bit at the corners, flashing you a bashful smile. His other hand is rubbing the back of his neck and for a moment his eyes glance to the ground. And you think you see him beginning to blush.

“Y/N” you say with a bit more confidence than he, but the lack of air in your lungs takes you by surprise. You can feel yourself blushing with embracement.

~~ Anna has returned with 3 waters. She places them down on the table and then walks over to the coffee shop’s door. Flipping the open sign to “closed” and locking the door. When she walks back, she sees the confused look on your face because she quickly shoots out: “I always close up when Shawn comes in… ya know… To give him… privacy.. from fans…”

Shawn looks up to her like he’s about to say something, but then everyone’s attention is quickly taken to the counter, where you phone is vibrating. Anna runs over and grabs it, running it back to you.

“It’s Eden, hun.”

You answer the phone to a frantic Eden: “OH my god!! Why didn’t you answer! I’ve called you three times already! I saw you weren’t here and I figured you went on a run, but then you didn’t answer and I assumed the worst!--”

You cut her off: “Eden! OMG Eden! Breathe! I’m fine! I’m in a coffee shop! I didn’t notice my phone going off because I fainted--”

“--OMG You fainted Why?? Are you Ok-”

“Yes, Eden. I’m fine. I just fainted because…” You glance up and see Shawn and Anna staring at you. Shawn is giving you an interesting look. Almost like he’s studying you. Your eyes linger on his briefly, “because… well… I’ll tell you about it later. It’s not important. Anyway, what are we doing today... I leave on Monday…”

“How about you come back to my apartment and we can discuss that. I want to make sure you’re feeling ok?”

“Yeah sure, I’ll come back. But I didn’t faint because I don’t feel well… I fainted because I… I’ll explain it later…” you say as you stand up. Blood rushes to your head and you slump back down into your seat. “Actually… maybe you can come pick me up… I’m.. I’m at…” you glance up towards Anna to get the name of the coffee shop, but instead hear Shawn speak up: “No… I’ll take you… tell your friend.”

You try to cover the mic on your phone and pull it from your face. “No. You don’t have too. Eden can come get me. Really. I don’t want to be an inconvenience. Seriously it’s--”

“--NO. I made you faint. It won’t be an inconvenience it’s literally the least I can do… please?”

You feel the blood in your head and you can’t seem to find the will to fight Shawn. “Fine, I guess.” You to say to him, shaking your head in annoyance.

Back on the phone with Eden: “Actually, I got a ride. I’ll be back at you place soon, okay?

But Eden is quick to catch on, clearly hearing everything you and Shawn had said: “Woah, woah, woah… First of all, if you’re not okay, I should be the one picking you up. You’re my guest! And also: Who MADE you faint? That’s… like…. Not ok? Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Eden, I swear I’m fine.”

“Since when did Y/N decide to accept rides from strangers? You’re clearly not yourself… you would never get into a car with someone you don’t trust! And it takes you FOREVErrrrr to trust anybody!”

“Eden it’ll be fine. I’m fine. I definitely think that the person I’m about to get a ride with is trustworthy. And I know his friend. She’s cool. It’ll be fine.”

“Okay fine, whatever. But if I have to explain to your mom why you went missing in Canada, you better believe that I’ll kill you, even if you are already dead.”

“Oh my gosh, Eden. I’ll be fine.”

“Send me your location. So, I can track you. Just to be safe.”

“Yes Ma’am. See ya soon.” You say jokingly as you hang up.

You quickly share your location with Eden.

God bless IPhones.

You look back up at Shawn and Anna. Shawn hasn’t taken his eyes off you. But for some reason it doesn’t feel creepy.

Anna is looking very pleased.

“Great! So you have a ride back. I’m glad. You’ll be safe. Shawn’s a really great driver.” Anna casually says as she stands from the table and shoots another look to Shawn.

Shawn is now standing and putting his arm around your waist, helping you to your feet.

“Oh, no I can do it.” You protest. But your comment only makes Shawn tighten his grip.

“Don’t fight it, hun!” Anna calls back to you. She has already begun bouncing towards the back of the coffee shop.

You think about what she said. Not quite certain what she was referring to with “it”. As Shawn and you move closer to the door. You are quickly considering that you and Shawn are about to be in a car alone, together….

“Don’t fight it, hun!”

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hockeyisreligion · 6 years ago

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Trades

Authors note: this was posted on my hockey fan fiction website : captaincrosbyy

Sighing, I run my hands through my hair slightly pulling for what seems like the hundredth time in the past hour. The past couple months at work have been very hard on me and the troubles with my relationship have not helped. I have been dating Dallas Stars defence man Jordie Benn for the past three years and we have one dog together, Juice. Lately, Jordie and I have been under a lot of stress, the team has been underachieving HARD and I recently started in a higher position at work. This has been putting a massive strain on our relationship now that I barely ever see Jordie and when I do we are either fighting or not even talking. We fight mostly about me never being home when he is because of my work schedule or we fight about me saying the wrong thing about the team that sends Jordie off in a huff. Earlier I would have ran after him when he went downstairs to fix things but now I am so tired of fighting that I will just sit in the nook looking out the window wondering where things went wrong and praying that we would be able to fix this.

If you had asked me 4 months ago if Jordie were to propose would I say yes, and I would have told you in a heart beat. But after these past months of constant fighting and then the silent treatment, I don’t know if I could tell you I would have the same answer. I believe Jordie is it for me, and is the love of my life but I value myself too much to let Jordie treat me like shit and not do anything about it. Since Jordie and I started dating, my job had always been a touchy subject for him. I work at a book publishing company mainly reading manuscripts and meeting with authors to finalize their work. This requires A LOT of my time and that cut into the time I had with Jordie. During my time in the WAG’s room at the Stars games I noticed not many of the wives or girlfriends have careers and I think Jordie wanted that for me too. Well it was the opposite of what I wanted, I love my job and it brings me so much happiness and enjoyment with my adult life that I feel like I would go crazy not having it. Jordie wanted me to go to every single home game, be there to make him pre game dinners before every game, be able to take off on quick vacations when the team get time off, and spend his off days laying in bed. But that was not the case with me, I was focused on my job and furthering my career to see that was what Jordie wanted. I guess this was his breaking point and I was too tired to fight for us.

My assistant drops 5 more manuscripts off to my desk and informs me that they need to be read and briefed all for tomorrow’s meetings. I smile politely and she leaves my office closing the door behind her. “This is seriously what I need right now” I mutter to myself. Eyeing the clock on my desktop I see that it is 5:17 and remember that I promised Jordie that I would go to his game tonight. I was trying but as time was running out and I still had 3 manuscripts left I soon realized I have left Jordie down and once again picked work over him. Its 7:10 when I leave the office still having 2 more manuscripts to look over before tomorrow, figuring I will do it after the game and head to my car to race to American Airlines Centre to try and get to see some of the first period.

I check my phone for what seems to be all day to see 12 missed calls and 7 missed texts. 2 from Jordie, 4 from Jamie, and 1 from Katie (Jamie’s girlfriend). I panic thinking that Jordie was hurt during the game and quickly look at the Jordie texts.

I got traded. Now this is when my world flipped upside down and I stare at the three words that make me want to vomit.

I have to leave for Montreal tonite, call me when u get this. Jordie sent me that at 2:30 THIS AFTERNOON. I can’t breathe while I dial Jordie’s number hoping he hasn’t left yet.

“Hi you have reached Jordie, I can’t get to answering your call right now, but if you leave a message I will be sure to get back to you as soon as possible.” FUCK I scream tears brimming my eyes.

I open Jamie’s texts next.

I’m so sorry Ellie, call me

Jordie will need u

I know things haven’t been good lately, but he will need u

Jordie flies out at 7. Was the last text I received from the Benn brother. I don’t bother looking at Katie’s text I just head in the direction of Jordie and I’s house. Speeding, tears streaming down my face I get to my house in record time. Jordie’s truck is gone, lights off, the house looks dead, abandoned and I don’t get out of my jeep right away. Hoping and praying that Jordie for some reason is still here and not on a plane moving away from me, to a different country.

I can’t bring myself to open the door of my jeep I just sit there crying, wondering why this happened to Jordie and I. Finally after what seemed like 10 minutes, I slowly get out of my car and head to the front door. I can hear Juice whining from behind the door already so when I open the door he runs circles through my legs.

“Hey buddy.” I reach down to pet him and he ends up jumping up to give me a kiss. All the lights are turned off in the house except one over top of the sink in the kitchen. It illuminates the paper left out on the counter and I feel myself being pulled toward the kitchen. I take a deep breathe when I see Jordie’s terribly, scribbled handwriting filling the page.

My hands tremble as I go out to grab it and slide down the counter, my bum hitting the floor and immediately being swarmed by Juice before he figures out I am okay and sits beside me.

Dear Ellie,

I can not imagine whats going through your head right now. (Same here Jordie I think) By the sounds of it, your phone was turned off all day at work and you were heading to the arena to find out that I have been traded. Or you worked late and are now shocked to find this. Either way I hope you come to terms with what happened because I don’t know when I will. I’m looking around at the life I have in Dallas and in the matter of a phone call it has all been taken away from me. The past couple months have been rough on both of us and I take full responsibility for that El. I resented you because you had something that was other then me. I only have hockey and you and for one of my things to almost be taken away from me was a hard pill to swallow. Yes I wish you worked less but I will have to get over that if I want to be with you.

I wish I knew what you were thinking Ellie so I could help you cope in a way. I know your job is super important to you, mine is too. But you are the most important thing in my life and it took me being traded to figure that out. I cannot ask you to give up your job because as much as I love you, I don’t know if I would be able to do the same for you. Yes that is very hypocritical, yes I just said you were the most important thing in my life and then said I would choose my job over you. But this is where I am at right now. I want the best for you in life and if that means us separating ways I will have to deal with that. I want to be selfish and ask you to give up your job and everything in Dallas to come with me but what kind of person would I be if I did that? A terrible one? YES.

I know I am all over the place in this note but well I can’t even seem to think straight. I am somewhat hoping that this is all a dream or I am being punked but Ashton Kutcher hasn’t came out yet and my flight leaves way too soon.

But I leave you with this. Montreal could be a city for us where we could both start over. In Montreal, I am not Jamie Benn’s brother or the bearded Benn brother. In Montreal, I will be Jordie Benn, defence man for the Montreal Canadiens. I will be writing my own story with one of the most historic franchises ever. We could start over, leave all the shit of the past months behind us in Dallas and sell that house because to me it was never a home. We could find a real HOME in Montreal, one that we love and we build together and Juice could run around in. We could start our family there and you could find a job there that is better then the one in Dallas. Hell baby you could start your own publishing company, I will help you. Give us another chance and I will PROMISE until the day I die that I will show you and tell you how much I truly love you everyday and that our love is worth so much more then what we have been going through.

I also need to tell you this. Stay in Dallas, keep Juice, keep the apartment, I don’t care and live out your dream with this job. You worked so hard to get there and I don’t resent you for a second for choosing your job over me. If this is what your leaning towards, please do not let me slow you down or hold you back from your dreams and the endless potential you have. I’m sure you will find someone that will give you all of your dreams that I couldn’t. I know there is someone out there that can do this for you Ellie. I KNOW because I thought I was that person, but if the last few months were any indicator I realized I am not. I am the most selfish person when it comes to my life and you are the complete opposite. I treated you like shit the past months and I am forever sorry about that and I completely understand if this is the end of the road for us.

I love you more then you know.

Don’t ever be a stranger,

Jordie.

#hockey imagines #nhl imagines #go habs go #canadiens #jordie benn

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attemptathumor-blog · 2 years ago

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I didn't really want to drink tonight, but the social occasion came up and I did. I didn't really want to stay out late, but the social occasion came up and I did. This is not a tale of peer pressure driving me to make bad life decisions, although I understand that it does sound that way, but of me savoring the last bits of summer before they're gone. I'm going to come to miss nights like this much sooner than later, I bet.

Day started real healthy-like. Rise at 7am. French lesson (learning French on Duolingo instead of Spanish for a bit because I'm heading to Montreal in a couple of months and because I did all the Spanish lessons). Brush teeth. Healthy breakfast shower. Walk to work. Productive workday with a nice low carb lunch. Really working on healing my unhealthy body from all the habits I picked up on European vacation.

It all fell off at 5, when I got bored of work and realized I probably wouldn't be eating dinner until late because that's how Petra does things. See, I had made plans to bring soup over and eat dinner at Petra and Wyatt's place. Made the mistake of popping into The Foodery on the walk over just to see what the cider selection looked like. It was all new and glorious. Bought a six pack, walked over, ran into Petra walking her dog Ghost. We took Ghost around the block and circled back to the apartment.

Petra revealed that we wouldn't be cooking food until Don arrived, which would probably be at least another hour. Figures. I started popping the ciders, giving everyone samples of each can. We drink at a steady pace, not getting trashed but not exactly taking sommelier sips and spitting the alcohol out either. Don shows up with manchego bread from Spain and toasts it over some bread in the oven's broiler. It's pretty damn good. We have it with rotisserie chicken and a soup I brought over (the curry soup I made yesterday).

We watch a show called Only Murders In The Building that isn't 100% my speed but it's a decent compromise between what Petra and I like to watch. I've got a dog and a cat to pet, things are pretty good on my end. I think the night goes well enough, but it's getting late, so I head out. The weather is basically perfect outside, great for a walk.

I stroll pass Original XIII because it's on the way home and it's been my home away from home for forever. Sure enough, there's a lot of familiar faces outside, including one I haven't seen in quite a while. Sam! Always a pleasure. We hang out and talk for about an hour. I'm thinking about sleep and what waking up tomorrow is going to feel like the whole time, but that's just getting in the way of me experiencing the here and the now. I should have been enjoying the weather and the company, which were both great. We can't win, but we can learn. That's all I've got tonight.

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sonyadance · 3 years ago

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Travels and Dancing 1

This is a really long note and it is really more for myself because I am really bad at taking pictures and memories fade way too fast... so feel really comfortable not to read it. :-) I left with no expectations, the only thing I had was no fear. I let go of everything and I jumped and I thought: there is no way I will say, I did not try. I wanted to test my values to the limit: am I really not materialistic? Do I really like travels as much as I say I do? Can I handle that lifestyle and all the ups and downs that go with it? Am I able to trust in myself for once? That is what I wanted to discover when I left for three months for Europe, and I thought what a better time then now, now that I am single, I have no kids and I am at the best place in life, that is the place where you have nothing to loose, therefore you are invincible. So I gave everything I have ever owned to charity (except what's in my suitcase, 5 little boxes, a bike and sports goods, thanks mom!), gave my apartment to a nice French couple who just arrived in Montreal with all the furniture in it and I found the people who ran WCS Italy (Francesco, Masha, Tomasso and Annalisa) to see if they would like to have some of my help to build the community in Milano while I learned Italian. The response was positive. I packed my stuff and I first flew to LA after Stephen convinced me during his trip to Montreal to come have a look at the Open before I went to Europe. We met at the airport, I remember I felt like jumping in his arms and I thought it was weird and I thought I could have some fun with that guy because I thought he was sweet... The Open was amazing as it always is... I guess... it was my first time and a good one. A mix of good dancing, competitions, nice roomies, good people and Yuna and Bill who always had my back in some ways who got me a first class ticket! Went off to Fresno, to be welcomed in the most heart-warming fashion by Kyle and Sara and have a beautiful week surrounded by passionate people. What could be better in life then spending time with people who share the same passion and just surf on that same way we are all and enjoy time together. I should probably mention I was sick just so you know that everything was not perfect all the time, and that I was sick for most of the three months cause I was way too excited with life and I wanted to enjoy every moment! Thankfully, my mental state was extremely good so I handled it pretty well. We then went off to The After Party were I got to meet new people and enjoy a great week-end once again. Some things I didn't enjoy, but it's not worth mentioning at this point. I then flew to Brussels where the wcs community was really welcoming (thank you guys, you know who you are) and like a second family. I slept for 24h? I don't remember, I just know I slept and then my hosts were so nice to take me out to a nice Belgium restaurant (Skievelavabo??) and to the Atomium. Off to Norway, where I hooked back up with Stephen and had the beautiful Ardena have me on staff. I thaught some classes, fell with Stephen in the invitational, had the best Armenian food ever and met one of the nicest wcs community in the world. I am a really affectionate people and I really enjoyed all the touchy-feely people! :-). Left for Belgium again to teach for one week in Audernade where one of my best friend I had met in New York while training, has a beautiful school of about 600 students. I was so happy to see her and finally get to meet her man, her family, visit her amazingly beautiful city: Gent, one of my favorite. And just have the chance to be with her and her energy, spend the holidays with someone I knew, go visit Amsterdam, meet Gordon and see Bruges with her. By that time, we've been talking a lot with Stephen and I think that's about then that the idea came up that he could meet me in Europe, we wanted to see each other and it was already getting long after only one week. I think we both don't really know how it happened, but it happened somewhere along the way and everybody else definitely knew what was happening before we even knew, I still had in mind that I was going to be single for a few years while traveling and Stephen too. I also managed to have a really good tattoo artist stay open for me one night in Gent after I wrote him to tell him my story: that I was in town only for a few days and that I told a friend last summer that my next tattoo was going to be the opposite of the ones I already got that we're really well taught of, I wanted it on a road trip and find something as I go that reminded me of the values that are important to me. So I had the time to do only three of the five I wanted, but the most important ones. I love travels, languages and writing. I already had an English sentence on my arm for the beauty of the writing, so I got Liberté (liberty in French because that's my mother tongue) on my right shoulder, Kraft (power in Norwegian because I had such revelations about myself when I was there and that is where everything really started for me) on my right inner arm and Liebe (love in German, a language I have been wanting to learn for a long time, cause I find it utterly beautiful and warm) on my left ribcage. Then I took off for New Year Swing Fling in London were I got the chance to judge a bit, see a good friend, meet back with people I had met previously on the trip, meet new people, have wonderful dances all week-end and dance a super fun strictly and jnj with Adj (Fly away, far away). That was a heck of an event: so much fun and joy and partying! I got to speak my first few words of italian with my really patient new friends and touch ground in Milano on the 1st of January (I think... or the 2nd? Lol). Happy New Year! I got to relax a bit, get to know a little better my Italian wcs crew ;-) and left for Budafest. Omg... what can I say? In between having my friend Greet there for her first wcs event ever, creating dance with Adj, seeing Ardena again, having Nicholas treat my shoulder, meet the Israelians, dance on a boat!!!!! And just... wow!!! What an event! I want to do it again and the little bit I saw from the city was beautiful and the Danube... omg... yes... that's all I can say!!! We went back to Milano and started organizing the workshop week-end we wanted to put up and planning business, where we would want to do demos, how to get more people and creating choreography. Then off to Brussels again to teach for the one year anniversary of Brussels wcs and to finally get to see the city a bit instead of sleeping. Belgium definitely have some well kept secret and it was a smooth and so nice week-end and I was happy to get to see the people again and dance with so many joyful people. I went back to Italy to greet Stephen as we should as good Italians! ;-). We visited a bit of Milano, trained the Italians, trained ourselves, went for a crazy #*+*#% night at Encanto where they apparently enjoyed us very much and I had a ticket with the waiter and went back to have a few BOTTLES!!! Ended up holding Stephen's hair and wanting to help him so bad with his luggage, but being so drunk myself that I forgot to pack underwear for our early departure for Zurich. We didn't see much of the first train ride as we were trying just to not die and to have some kind of life inside us to dance in Switzerland. We were welcomed like King and Queen! Omg!!! A little tour of Zurich, good coffee, superbe Asian food, then a cosy private wcs party. What a good vibe there was: so relax, so welcoming, a little point of dark humour just as we like it, it was perfect. The next day we saw some more of Zurich, taught a bit and we went to a top of the hill restaurant, with view on the city, Swiss specialties and great wine. I don't even want to know how much it costed... ;-). Thank you guys, you know who you are also and you were fantastic to us! Thankfully we were awake for the train ride back to Italy. Omg! Again, what can I say in front of such beauty? Switzerland felt so magical, like a little land with fairy and dwarfs and... yes... just magic waiting to be materialized in front of your eyes. And Venezia!!! I absolutely wanted to see it even if I saw nothing else from Italy and it was oh so worth it. We were lucky enough to experience the exceptionally high tide that apparently happen only once every four year or so... thank god for the cosy, cheap and warm bnb we found just beside Plaza San Marco, where we could lay in bed all morning waiting for breakfast to be brought to our room or borrow rainboots. I had the chance to have an old friend from Montreal come and visit us for a day and we saw beautiful churches, painting and had a Venetian wine that my palate still remembers (even if my head doesn't remember the name of it...). This is a special city and it is to be seen in a lifetime, I know you've heard it before, but I will repeat it: go visit before it has sunk! :-) Back to home base, we had the opportunity to go see Como where Fra and Masha got married. Once again a beauty and the view from the funicular is spectacular! Italy definitely has some of the best landscapes and cities, it's just one of a kind. Then we had to survive Italian Bergamo's airport security to get to Israel. That is also a place to go and where I want to go back. The people were so much fun and so willing to learn, the food, the alcohol and the eatable coffee were out of this world, the dancing was passionate and the sightseeing amazing (yes, I used the adjective again, but I figured at this point no one is reading anymore). The classes went well and the entire community worked together to make it happen. We had an evening at a crazy salsa/bachata/Brazilian dance/wcs venue, the classes at one school, the second evening at another school with a live guitarist that was simply off the hook (changing adjective just in case...) and the last evening with jnj at another venue. Everybody came and supported the jnj: the westies of all levels, the salseros with body waves and head whips and the Lindy hoppers with some Ben knees and refrained bouncing, it was simply beautiful! Stephen and I headed back to Italy, after we almost lost our flight due to really thorough security check where I thought they were gonna keep Stephen, his dirty clothes or his luggage; in the end they only kept his iPhone charger case... I went back to the airport with him as he had to go back to the US and went back home just to be crazy sick for a week. I think my Italian friends were really scared when they saw my face on the Thursday as I had to teach all week-end in Milano. I survived!!! And I taught the first day, 4 hours in Italian after not even two months there... Yes, I am proud. I had people in my class who had taught wcs in the country world for 10 years and people who had never danced.., ever... we made it happen, we had a blast: 60 people (about everybody who dances wcs in north Italy). The Italians stepped up too and it was very well organized, nice mock up jnj, show and dancing. I had a great time with the teachers training the next day also. Finally, I had to get back to America for 5280. I was sad to go, it was the end of a trip, but it was the beginning of something else, something new and exciting. 5280 was greatly ran, we had a good time dancing, saw some old friends and got to celebrate my birthday with the beautiful Jennifer! I visited a bit, tasted awesome tapas and had a good time with Haider and his beauty! ;-) Did I feel lonely at some point? Yes. Did I feel the need to talk with some good friends, cause the rest was always nice, but a little superficial? Yes. Did I struggle with the language? Yes. Did I get lost in various city and ended up in weird sketchy places? Yes. Was I sick all the time? Yes. Was I tight on money for most of the trip? Yes. Would I do it all again? Anytime!!! It gave me everything I have ever dreamed of, but didn't know how to make happen or didn't really trust myself or give myself the permission to do it: traveling, learning languages, teaching, dancing, training and all that with someone I love and who treats me like a queen everyday in his every gestures and words. Thank you life, I keep on wondering if I deserve it or why and what did I do, but I do know now that I have the right to live my life as I intended as everybody does. You just need to take the responsibilities that go with it and most of all, be willing to make the efforts and those have to be coherent with the level of your potential you wish to concretize. I am going to enjoy every moment I can on this journey and especially cherish my health, because that is the best gift you can ever have, then the rest is never really a problem, because you have the ability to deal with it and breathe through it knowing that the goods and the bads all go away in the end and that everything is a stage. Things change, evolve, nothing is a failure, it is just part of our experience on earth and we can only learn from it and see the greatness it brings to us afterward. Do your part, then be patient.

April 23 2014

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