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NYI at NJD 10/25: Mathew Barzal
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… the bold approach was prompted by feelings of jealousy. lance most certainly isn’t the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. otherwise, they might find themselves in a more positive predicament. or without one, at all. confidence began to bleed away, uncertainty as to how his teammate would actually react. his one word answer hadn’t done him any favors either, carefully slipping on his wool lined jacket. hoping that his warmth might shield from rigid embarrassment hotly invading his veins. once they stepped outside of the bar, he huffed out a sigh. ❝ look, i know that i probably came off real fucking aggressive and ⸻ ❞ an apology sat at the tip of his tongue, muffled instead into the corner of his gums. an apology would be fabricated at this point. ❝ i meant what i said. i’m not drunk. ❞ eliminating any chance of that excuse immediately.
a brow is raised as he watches the younger male fall apart under his gaze, then slowly put himself back together. for a moment, he sees just how upset the other had been over the blonde. it's a shocker he hadn't felt his piercing blue eyes on his back as he had been dancing with her, twirling her around the dance floor and laughing like he was having the time of his life. he waits for more of an explanation, but it doesn't come. instead, lance stumbles through his words, ending with a simple 'i can't stop looking at you.'
"interesting." it's all he can formulate right now as he thinks of his next move. while he was comfortable enough with his sexuality and didn't care what the public saw, he couldn't assume the same for lance. it would be wrong of him. so instead of doing what he wanted, he throws money on the bar top to pay for their tab before slipping his coat back on, pulling his beanie over his head and nodding towards the exit. "come on. i've had enough to drink."
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… he certainly didn’t see why not, more than anything asher saw it as his responsibility to get jeremiah out of his shell. wanted to see him with a girl of his own, more than anything. ❝ i mean, if she’ll come, yeah, absolutely. ❞ it wasn’t a priority of his to force her into any uncomfortable situations, and christmas wasn’t exactly a memorable holiday for the ballerina. ❝ why don’t we focus on getting you someone to bring home for your maman, instead? ❞ nudged him with his elbow, knowing that would make the both of them happier than anything else. ❝ nobody you have your eyes on, nobody at all? ❞
the loss of his mother had not only devastated his best friend but his mom too. elodie beauvillier had been a shell of herself ever since she had passed. not sure it is possible, despite how much they may want it - skylars unlikely to welcome him home after signing with the whalers, and under no circumstances would he encourage asher to leave the skylars. ❝ you'd want to go on a double date? ❞ he is a lot more hesitant, might be awkward when two were already in love. though he too craves love, seeing how happy it makes asher. would love nothing more than to bring someone home for christmas, ❝ will you bring her for christmas? i'm sure my maman would love to meet her, ❞ viewing asher as her own, taking on motherly duties since his had passed.
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NOAH BECK Sidelined: The QB and Me (2024)
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⸻ [ 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂 ⸝⸝ nicholas burrow & emilian iosivas 002. ]
nicholas burrow and emilian iosivas pictured during the 2022 college football national championship post game celebration. the duo set the all time passing record for yards and touchdowns in a single season between a quarterback & wide receiver pairing.
#edits.#countenance‚ we are the champions.#friendship‚ nicholas burrow x emilian iosivas.#( soft about it !!! )
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₊˚ ⋅ STATIC NOISE PSD!
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bullying mat barzal <3
connor mcbully | bts: all-stars | 02.16.2024
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… it’s just a bar, therefore, he doesn’t anticipate her having any outlying knowledge about the sport being played on said television. though, forestry hues drift upwards. instead, finding interest in her countenance. ❝ you do? ❞ he didn’t sound surprised, carter more expected people to know who he was. the man was a phenomenal hockey player, and didn’t shy away from that feat. ❝ you don’t come easy? that’s okay, i like a little bit of chase. ❞ thumb rubbed gently around the ring of his waiting glass, could’ve cared less about drinking. had to travel in the morning, and couldn’t stand a hangover. it’s more of a ploy, something to fiddle with. ❝ it makes the reward so much more … appealing, ❞ he smirked.
emma rolls her eyes lightly at his question , gaze locking onto his momentarily . she really should have seen this coming , she thinks . why wouldn't he pull the do you know who i am card ? she lets out a soft sigh , fingertips tapping against the bar top . " oh , honey , of course i know who you are . " hockey was in her blood , thanks to her uncle danny and her grandmother . the bartender is well versed in hockey ; every team , player , and game — even if she has to catch them on the dvr , after work as she's laying in bed . it's not something she ever really mentions to anyone , however , that doesn't stop her from pointing at the television screen overhead that has a game on . " i know a thing or two . " doesn't explain to what extent , only shrugs . " and alright , maybe you have a chance . but i don't come easy . "
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… if an excuse was necessary, then a horror hotel most certainly meant they’d be making the best of an otherwise concerning atmosphere. walked backwards with careful steps towards the edge of the bed, stopped only by his calves making contact with the food of the mattress. ❝ you think i’m worried? ❞ a hotness pursed through his body at the mere prospect of doing anything more than simply sharing a bed. that was only the tip of the iceberg, of possibilities that circled around in his mind. ❝ oh no, not me. if anything, i’m looking forwards to it. ❞ lowered himself down onto the bed, those deep pools bore upwards at nick. ❝ are you not? ❞ his question, rhetorical in itself.
Matthew was driving him crazy and Nick welcomed the confusion of emotions with open arms. His brain went blank for a moment as that damn handsome smile appeared onto Matthew's face as their hands touched. Damn it. What had they been talking about? Nick had almost forgotten about everything. He lowered his arms, but made no effort to pull his hand away from Matthew's. It was almost as if his grip tightened a little. "Oh no? Why not? Are you worried that I'm paying more attention to you and your body instead of sleeping?" Nick finally asked back teasingly as a grin crept across his lips. At the same time he moved closer to Matthew. With his free hand he traced over Matthew's shoulder. "Why I want to share a bed with you! What do you think?!" Damn, how he hated that. Nick hated to drop his aloof facade. "This horror motel is a good excuse to share a bed with you, isn't it? Who wouldn't want to share a bed with a handsome guy?"
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… it occurred to him that she’d be there, but never quite in this way. it’d also not occurred to him that he’d been practically eye fucking her the moment she stepped into the room. eyes almost averted when she approached him, doing his best to ignore the way his blood smolderingly pulsed through his veins. ❝ take it easy, ❞ his greeting. noting the way she’d dismissed an entire glass of champagne before mustering up the courage to come and say hello. ❝ you know i don’t bite, ❞ a handsome grin sported her way, he’d known just how lost she could get in it. ❝ how you been? ❞
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grace was certain she would be able to keep her cool if she ever saw him again. when her dearest friend asked if it was okay for him to be at the engagement party, she could never protest. "it's been years, i'm over it," she told them. but now that he was only meters away, her chest suddenly felt tight. fetching a glass of champagne from a waiter, she quickly downed it and adjusted her dress. grace needed all the liquid courage she could get. a tight smile as she finally, after two years, addressed him. "hey, stranger. how've you been?"
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… ❝ then don’t, ❞ his voice a low rumble, murmured against the cavern of her earlobe. the tip of his tongue swiped across the skin there. before pearly whites grazed over it, mere minutes away from devouring her. ❝ you have no idea how bad i want you, ❞ hefty palm engulfed her far smaller one, letting it graze over his impressive bulge. ❝ just feel that, you could have all of it … right now, ❞ chase groaned at the mere thought of it. manifesting it now, and not shying away from it.
“ your lips are too close to mine for me to think straight . ”
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… ❝ play hockey, ❞ he scoffed. not exactly accustomed, nor was he the type to become accustomed to figure skating. pairing the two of them together was a mistake, and he’d known it from the beginning. told to get over his ego, and bare the reality of what he’d need to do to clear his name. ❝ i don’t need to warm up, ❞ regardless, there were a few stretches he should probably do. ❝ i’m a fucking natural. ❞ that signature grin so many had come to love, and hate, shone brighter than ever. ❝ and if i can get through a fucking hockey game without working up a fuss … i don’t need it for this, so get to the point. ❞
WHENEVER camila set foot onto the ice, everything else around her faded away and she hyper-focused on the task at hand. her skates glided effortlessly across the pristine surface and she'd more or less forgotten that blake was there until he spoke up. at the sound of his voice, the brunette spun on her heel and sighed. ❛❛ we're skating, blake. what else do you do at an ice rink ? ❜❜ she smirked, already prepared for whatever response of annoyance came her way. ❛❛ god, are you always this dramatic ? ❜❜ eyes rolled and a hand fell to her hips. ❛❛ you're skating around to warm up. is that not a thing in hockey ? ❜❜
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… it’s a surprise, put timidly. he never could’ve guessed that gabriel would have chosen that line of work, and he doesn’t doubt that there’s sensible reasoning to it, either. it does however, leave him scatterbrained. wondering how long the impossible had been possible, and it’s communicated with a stressful brushing of his palm through blonde curls. ❝ so … how long have you been doing it, gabe? ❞ full lips parted into a sigh, shifting on the bed to be a little closer to the blonde. made a promise to himself to remain present when things got dark, rather than go on the offensive and tear the both of them down. this is him trying. ❝ i’m not pissy about it, ❞ atleast, he was trying not to be. ❝ i just wanna know where the two of us stand, ❞
Gabriel grimaced slightly when he heard the E-word. Even if the other was right, he didn't like hearing the word. It always had a certain undertone that Gabriel didn't like to hear. His tongue traced over his full lips before Gabriel cleared his throat. His fingers began to nervously fiddle with the hem of his shirt. "Yes, yes, it's true, I work as an escort," he finally admitted, sighing loudly. "Some people just need companionship. I mean, sure, I've been willing to go further than just being a date in the past, but I haven't done that in a while."
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⸻ [ 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂 ⸝⸝ roland swayman, 001. ]
#edits.#countenance‚ we are the champions.#muse‚ roland swayman.#( this was a jersey & helmet swap and PHEWW it was not easy but so worth it )
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… ❝ not typically, ❞ though, he didn’t think the cookie aisle should act as a deterrent. a person that didn’t like cookies was a blaring red flag in his eyes. ❝ old people watch 48 hours, ❞ carter pinched the bridge of his nose. mouth had a way of outrunning his thoughts. ❝ so wait, you watch cable, ❞ a confirmation which left him unsure, how had she not come across him before? ❝ do you not watch hockey then? ❞ surely she couldn’t have missed him, thought he was the best looking guy on the team. and it shouldn’t have even been close. ❝ also, milano cookies? why don’t you get oreos instead … ❞ he pestered, handsome grin on display.
"do you always go and look for potential partners in the cookie aisle? an odd choice, if i do say so myself. super markets are usually full of women, sure, but most are not willing to engage in conversation. they want to get their groceries and get out. much like i had planned to do." she's heard it all before, from men like him. and while her cheeks turn a light shade of pink, she is not impressed with his advancements. "for all i know, you are some sort of serial killer, looking for their next victim. do i really want to be on the latest episode of 48 hours?" a brow raises as she reaches for a pack of milano cookies. "i'm busy."
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