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Need to Hear it - Trevor Zegras

Author’s Note: can’t exactly call this an imagine, so it’s more of an angsty/slightly smutty Trev blurb. Enjoy (:

“Trev what the hell?!” You huffed annoyedly as Trevor pulled you out of the crowd and into a bedroom, standing in front of the door as he clenched his jaw angrily. “What?” You questioned, crossing your arms and raising a brow at him. “Stop pretending.” He started. “What the hell are you talking about?!” You exclaimed as he scoffed. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” He added, his eyes on yours, his stare so intense it made you look away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied, your eyes hesitantly meeting his. He chuckled slightly, obviously not buying your half-assed statement. “If we were just friends, would I do this?” He added, stepping closer and pulling your hips against his, his lips trailing against the skin below your ear, making you gasp slightly. “Huh?” He urged as you bit your lip. “Trev. You know the answer.” You replied, your voice almost a whisper. “Maybe. But I need to hear it.” He teased as you rolled your eyes. “Fine. We’re not just friends.” You huffed in defeat after a moment before he pulled away from your neck, kissing you fervently. You quickly responded, your hands moving to either side of his face as he picked you up, setting you on a dresser before you pulled him closer, your fingers tangling in his hair. “Do friends do this?” He mocked as he kissed your neck before pulling away to look at you, a smug grin plastered on his face. “Shut up.” You laughed slightly as he took off your jeans. “Or this?” He added as he rubbed you through your underwear. “God I hate you.” You moaned, pulling on his hair slightly. “Shut up. You love me.”

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Shane taunting demons to the Another One Bites The Dust baseline is my aesthetic

Video from Sim Mallec on YouTube

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i know its the mets, but this is the coolest shit i’ve ever seen a human being do

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no shame in doing the same thing over and over if it makes you happy! go and read that book again, listen to that song for the 10000th time, watch that movie over and over. it’s your life babey!

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“what are you reading?”

“its a…online book.”

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some of y’all are really up in tyler seguin’s business and private life every hour of the day, scooping out gossip, speculating about shit like… channel some of that energy into the stock market instead and make bank ladies

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Listen y’all know I love Auston but the media is parading him around for his point but you want to know who I want to read more articles about?

MITCHELL MARNER. Auston has 68 points while Mitch has 61 ASSISTS this season. 86 points in total. He is 5th in the league for assists. I know Mitch has played more games than Auston. I know that. You know that. I’m not denying that boo. But give this guy some respect he goddamn deserves it. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

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Tyler Seguin

3.15.2019

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morning skate | 4.23.17

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THE REASON THEY ARE CALLED THE LEAFS IS BECAUSE THEY PROVIDE SO MUCH SHADE

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Masterlist

Authors note: all works are mine.

Requests are OPEN.

What can I request?

blurbs, or hc’s

Smut will be marked *

Updated: 08/18/19

Mitch Marner

Comfort

Trevor Zegras

Need to Hear it*

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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Comfort - Mitch Marner

Author’s note: not a request but I had to put something up for my first post (: not sure how I feel about it but hope you enjoy!

You opened the door, tossing the keys on the counter as Mitch followed, taking off his dress shoes as you took off your shoes. As usual after a tough loss, he was silent, but this game was particularly hard on him. He walked into the bedroom, taking off his suit, leaving him in his boxers before he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower without a word. You sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Usually you two would just watch Netflix or go to bed but he really needed to stop thinking about the game, and you knew it wasn’t going to be that easy. You took off your clothes, opening the bathroom door as the steam filled the bathroom, Mitch’s back to you as he stood under the stream of water. You opened the glass door, stepping in as your hands gently ran up his back, your lips pressing against his skin softly, in an attempt to give him some comfort. He turned, his eyes on yours as your noses brushed against each other’s, his lips pressing against yours. All of his frustration poured out, and it hit like a tidal wave when his hand cupped your cheek, the other on your hip before he pulled away, kissing your cheek softly before his head rested on your shoulder. “I love you.” He breathed against your skin as you hugged him. “I love you too.” You smiled, kissing his neck softly.