#A EVENT SPACE IN TORONTO

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A EVENT SPACE IN TORONTO

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poisoned mercury | lifestyles of the rich & famous

i. lifestyles of the rich and famous by good charlotte (introduction)

a/n: introductory chapter! introducing the dynamics of the band, luke's relationship with his mom, and teenage boy antics. pre-reader and pre-chb. things will pick up quickly after this, i promise! bear with me as i set the scene :)

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“why the fuck am i seeing tabloids on top of tabloids with my kid’s plastered face on the front page of all of them?” 

luke winced at the sound of his mom’s voice echoing through the empty event space. chris covered the bottom half of his face with his shirt, trying to hold in his laughter. may castellan was in her usual pantsuit, high heels clacking against the floor, as she waved around trashy magazines. she was furious. 

“ignoring the fact that you are not 21 years old and cannot legally drink, what were you thinking, luke?” travis dropped his drumsticks on the ground, motioning for chris and connor to follow him backstage. they’d seen luke get chewed out by his mom more often since they started their world tour. as the three boys walked toward the side of the stage, may turned to them. “none of you are off the hook either. you may not have been on the front page, but care to listen to what they said about you in one of their glorious articles?” 

“i would actually prefer not to, mama castellan,” chris mumbled, suddenly feeling caught. all traces of humor instantly drained from his face. luke couldn’t help but scoff, the boys always gave him shit for getting yelled at by his mom, so he was glad that this time around they were all on the sinking ship. 

she dramatically cleared her throat, opening up one of the magazines. luke grimaced at the sight of him on the front page. he was sitting on the curb, his sunglasses askew, with a girl awkwardly patting his back. he doesn’t even remember this. may shot daggers at chris, who was cowering behind his mic stand, “bassist of poisoned mercury, chris rodriguez, was photographed away from the band when he was caught outside smoking something that wasn’t a cigarette, if you catch our drift. hopefully, his habits don’t catch up to him anytime soon.” 

she stared at the stolls next, “drummer and lead guitarist of the rising band, travis and connor stoll, didn’t miss out on the fun. they walked out of the club with two models, who looked like twins, along with a bottle of dom perignon before heading into their suv.”

“and my darling child,” her words were sweet but her tone was anything but. luke chewed on the peeling skin of his bottom lip, “superstar, teen heartthrob, poisoned mercury lead singer, luke castellan, had a great night as seen in these pictures. the resident bad boy had one too many, it seems, as he walked out of the club stumbling with a mysterious blonde under his arm. castellan couldn’t make it into the car and had to sit on the curb to puke his guts out. let’s hope his actions didn’t ruin his chance at a budding romance.” 

may closed the magazine, arms on her hips. she waited patiently for one of the boys to speak up. 

“in our defense, this was in canada,” luke tried to reason, scrunching his face up. “legal drinking age is 18.” 

that was the wrong response, luke realized, when his mom’s eyes lit up in anger. she let out a breath, “you were in toronto where the drinking age is 19, which you weren’t until yesterday.” 

“i did not know that the drinking age in canada varied by region. i always learn something new whenever i talk to you, mama castellan,” travis said, trying to lighten the mood. connor shot him a look, motioning for him to quit talking. may castellan was clearly not in the mood for jokes. 

“i am tired of you guys acting reckless,” she roared, dropping the magazines. they fell with a heavy thud. she rubbed her temples with the pads of her fingers, “your parents trusted me to take care of you guys while you chased your dreams and this is what you’re doing under my watch?!” 

seeing his mom at her wit's end made luke feel sick. 

“mom,” luke hopped off the stage, ignoring the sound of the magazines ripping under his feet as he landed on top of them, “we’re sorry. i’m sorry.” 

“sorry’s not gonna cut it anymore, luke,” may said, shaking her head. “after this tour, you guys are taking a break. no touring, no public appearances.” 

“what?” connor exclaimed, joining luke off the stage. the other boys followed, looks of bewilderment evident on their faces. “w-we can’t take a break now!” 

“yeah, c’mon, mama c!” chris added, shaking his head, “we’re just getting really big. if we quit now, we’ll lose this momentum.”

“you’re not quitting. it’s just a tiny break– three months,” she cut them off, raising a hand in a stop. “we’ll release a statement to the press saying you guys will be taking some time off to work on your sophomore album so people have something to look forward to when you return.” 

“okay, so that’s the cover story,” luke ran a hand through his curls. he knew that there was no winning against his mom when she made up her mind. he looked at her and spoke before the rest of the band continued their protests, “but what are we actually gonna be doing?” 

“you’re going to spend your summer in montauk, just like old times,” his mom explained, voice still stern. “you’re going to camp half blood.”

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“what the fuck is a camp half blood?” chris asked, plopping down on the couch they had inside their dressing room. rehearsal was cut short following the news delivered by luke’s mom. 

“it’s a music camp,” luke explained, fidgeting with random things sprawled across his desk, trying to find the pack of cigarettes he hid. he really needed to clean up. “my dad used to take me there over the summer when i was younger.”

the topic of luke’s dad was a sore subject for him. his dad left him and his mom when he was 7 for some young waitress from their hometown diner. one second, he was signing up for little league with his dad as the coach; the next, he was sitting in the hallway listening to his mom cry after his dad packed a bag and left town with wendy the waitress in the passenger seat. luke hasn’t heard from him since then. last he checked, his dad was lounging beachside in santa monica with his third wife who was definitely too young for him. as far as he’s concerned, his dad was dead to him. 

but he couldn’t deny that his time at camp half blood was the place of origin of some of his best childhood memories. he got his first taste of what it was like to be on stage at camp half blood; the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the pounding of his heart at the applause, the wild images in his head about what it would be like to be known for his music-- it all started at camp half blood. he was his happiest at camp, at least before his dad ruined it for him. 

“is it fun?” travis asked, twirling a fresh pair of drumsticks between his fingers. 

“used to be, yeah,” luke chuckled, hoisting himself up to sit on the desk. “haven’t been there since i was seven.” 

“dude, i do not want to hang out with a bunch of little kids all summer,” chris groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall. 

“relax, rodriguez,” luke lit a cigarette, inhaling the smoke before continuing. “there’s two sides to the camp. we’ll be with the older kids.” 

“oh shit, is camp half blood mr. d’s music camp?” connor asked. the name of the camp was starting to sound familiar to him.

luke took another drag, nodding, “that’s the one.” 

“dude, i fucking love mr. d. he always has the wildest stories,” travis laughed, “he’s so mellow and chill now, i wouldn’t’ve ever guessed he used to be like that.” 

“it was the 90’s,” chris shrugged, “pretty sure everyone was like that at one point.” 

“paid off for him though,” connor replied, opening a bag of doritos. he offered a chip to his brother, who in return, snatched the bag for himself. connor rolled his eyes, reaching over to grab another one. he was used to this. “i mean being a ceo of a multi-million dollar recording company isn’t too shabby.” 

luke hummed along, mindlessly, letting the chatter of his bandmates fill the air. the three boys fell into a conversation about the last time they saw mr. d at the recording studio when they were finishing up the vocals for their debut album, but luke’s mind was far away from the topic at hand. he couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment from his body. he knew the way his mom looked at him would haunt him for the next few nights.

it wasn’t like he was actively trying to disappoint her– really, he wasn’t, but he just gets so caught up in the noise of fame that he forgets how to act under the pressure. there was something about his mom breaking down in front of him because of him that tore him apart. he felt guilty. his mom didn’t ask for this life, she didn’t even want it. she was content being a suburban mom in westport, connecticut, but she gave up her comfy life to let luke live out his dreams of being a musician. 

he was lucky, he knew that. not every mom would be on board with her kid dropping out of traditional high school to perform rowdy songs about teenage angst, but may castellan was okay with it because she loved luke so much and wanted him to be happy. so when poisoned mercury got a record deal with olympus records, she didn’t hesitate to drop everything and go on the road with four unruly teenagers, promising their parents that she’d take care of their sons. 

sometimes, he thinks about what his mom sees when she looks at him. he wonders if she still recognized him, the him before all the fame got to his head. 

he was may castellan’s little boy. the boy who used to beg his mom for chocolate chip cookies after a bad day at school, who used to knock on her door in the middle of the night wondering why he wasn’t enough for his dad to stay, and who cried when she got him his first guitar on his tenth birthday. for most of his life, it’s always just been him and his mom. 

now, at 19, luke didn’t know who he was anymore. he was just going with the flow, doing whatever, doing whoever, his fame and his status threw his way. he did what any teenage boy would do in his position– he drank, he smoked, he had fun, maybe too much fun, sometimes. it’s a rockstar’s life, his wildest dreams come to life, but it was a distraction, mostly. luke wasn’t brave enough to face the music just yet, so he dove into this fantasy head-first, too afraid to look back.

except sometimes, he fucks up really badly, like in toronto, and he’s forced to deal with the consequences of his actions. one time, his mom cut the band off from playing video games on the tour bus for a month after a heated argument between the four of them caused them to cancel a show. the argument was stupid. luke was adamant that scorpions did not have the same mental capacity for understanding pain that humans do and that did not bode well with travis. rehearsal ended in a brawl because travis kept doing impromptu drum solos to drown out luke’s voice. his mom was pissed that hundreds of fans were disappointed over the canceled show and it was all because they couldn’t agree over a damn scorpion. 

another time, she banned them from driving the golf carts around the venue when they crashed it into a very expensive sound system in portland. they ended up owing upwards of $4,000 for the damages and were banned from playing at the event space ever again. the four of them laughed about it when the chaos of it all subsided, and they were fine not playing at the house of hades again, but they did miss the snack bar they set up for visiting talents. chris said he still dreamt about the pomegranate juice ‘til this day. 

luke can look back at the punishments over the years fondly now. in the grand scheme of things, none of it really mattered. but going to camp half blood? this was a different type of punishment. 

luke didn’t want to go to camp half blood. the last memory he had of camp was not a welcomed one. plus, after what he experienced on tour, he could think of a million other ways to spend his summer months, and living at a camp with spotty cell service and designated arts and crafts time was nowhere near the top of the list. 

“yo, castellan,” chris’ voice snapped luke out of his thoughts. “you comin?”

luke put out his cigarette against the wood of his desk, “huh?”

“we’re grabbing food, do you wanna go with us?”

luke hopped off the desk, slipping on his black, puffer jacket, “yeah, i’m right behind you.” 

as luke was walking out of the dressing room, adjusting his t-shirt, he saw his mom talking to teddy, their publicist. they were engaged in a serious conversation, no doubt talking about the press release regarding their second album and their hiatus. luke stood in front of the door for a brief moment, a stutter in his steps, not knowing if he should interrupt.

 luke pursed his lips, deciding to jog over to his mom. 

“i think we should post it on the band accounts first before the boys announce it individually. it make–” may furrowed her eyebrows, noticing luke coming closer to her. she turned her body to face him. she looked much calmer now than she did during rehearsals, “hey, what’s wrong?” 

luke shook his head, “nothin’, mom. i just–uh, just wanted to say sorry again.”

“let’s talk later, may,” teddy gave the two of them a small smile before walking away. 

“i’m not changing my mind about camp half blood,” she frowned. “sorry, luke but i can’t have you guys running around all sum–”

“no, no, i know, mom. i-i didn’t come here to try to convince you,” luke looked down at his feet, suddenly feeling like a little boy again. “i just– uh, shit. okay, i’m sorry for toronto. it was a bad time and it’s not fair that you have to deal with the fall out of our shit. and uh– thank you for sticking by us even though we drive you kinda crazy.” 

may laughed, smiling at her son, “you’re my kid. you know i’ll always be there to set you straight.” 

“thanks, mom,” luke chuckled, backing away to catch up with his bandmates. may waved goodbye, making her way to teddy’s makeshift office. before luke left the tunnel, he turned around, “wait mom! last thing!” 

she raised her eyebrows, “what?” 

luke raised his hand in a thumbs-up motion, grinning from ear to ear, “love you!” 

“i love you too, kiddo,” may replied, a hand over her heart. “now scram, i gotta clean up your mess.” 

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monday morning | lila drysdale au

lila, my love masterlist💐

summary: just some monday morning fluff<3

word count: 0.6k

“Mmm where are you going?” you groan as jamie jostles himself out of bed. he leans over his side and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“I have PT this morning,” he replies simply, which brings last night's events rushing back to you. that's right, you thought. Jamie did tell you that he had an appointment last night you were just… too preoccupied to pay much attention to his… words. 

jamie straightens up again, and you grasp his arm lightly to pull him back down to you. “I need a proper kiss if you’re going to leave me,”

jamie hums in response, leaning down to properly kiss you on the lips. you both melt into the kiss but before anything has a chance of developing, lilas loud shrieks fill the quiet spaces of your house. 

“and… that’s my queue” you sleepily sigh as you pull away from your husband and kick the covers off of you.

“I can go get her,” jamie offers but you easily decline. you had some work to do from home today so it was probably for the best that you woke up now. 

“make me a coffee instead?” you ask, to which jamie silently nods. 

you walk into lilas nursery and the first thing you notice is her sleepy figure standing up in her crib. she’s leaning against the crib rail, her chubby baby hands holding her upright. she leans back when she sees you open the door, immediately making grabby hands for you. 

you pick your girl up with ease, making sure to change her diaper and get her all situated before bringing her downstairs. 

jamie, ever the loving husband, put on your favourite background tv show for you to watch while you lay with lila on the couch. “thank you jams,” you mumble softly as you sink onto your plush couch. your daughter rests on top of you, cuddling into you as she watches her dad move around the kitchen from over your shoulder. 

you exaggerate a gasp, “is that your dada?” 

you watch as lila giggles and smiles, mannerisms exactly like her fathers. “dada!” she repeats, nuzzling her face into your neck when jamie makes a silly face at her. 

jamie sets your coffee on the side table beside you, before taking lila into his arms. “hi baby girl!” he coos much to lila’s delight. he rest’s lila on his hip before continuing to go through his morning routine. 

“And now, I'm going to put the toast in the toaster!” jamie narrates, encouraging all of lilas babbles with nods and replies. “yeah! And I'm going to put mommys in again because she likes her toast burnt…”

“I like it crispy!” you pipe up from your spot on the couch. 

Jamie hums loudly enough for you to hear before stage-whispering, “she likes it burnt” to your giggling daughter. 

after drinking half of your coffee, you are awake enough to start helping with breakfast. you cut up some fruit for lila, and then move on to start making jamie’s protein shake. you’ve gotten the process down to a science, and you were quite proud that you managed to make it to your husbands liking. if there’s one thing you learnt about athletes through living with jamie, it’s that they’re very specific with their different drinks and routines. 

you hold out the shake to jamie, who awes appreciatively. “have i ever told you that you’re the best wife a guy could ask for?” 

“only a million times,” you smile, sticking your cheek towards jamie who swiftly places a kiss there. 

“well it's going to be a million and one because you’re the best!” jamie smiles at you, and you can’t help but reminisce on how quickly things have changed between the two of you. one minute you guys are exes who hookup whenever jamie was back in toronto… and now you share a babygirl and have been married for three months. life was so good. 

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yndrysdale monday morning🫂💐

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[cityof2morrow]

CDK: Company Expo Set (Mesh + Recolor Pack)

Published: 9-14-2024 | Updated: N/A SUMMARY Cubic Dynamics by John B. Cube and Marcel Dusims forged the future with furnishings that were minimalist in design and maximalist in erudite pretension. Generations later, the company continues to produce edge-of-cutting-edge designs. Use the Cubic Dynamics Kitbash (Simmons, 2023-2024) collection to set up corporate, exposition, and office environments. Envisioned as an add-on to the Cubic Dynamics set (EA/Maxis, archived at GOS), it features minimalist and retro-futuristic objects. Find more CC on this site under the #co2cdkseries tag. Read the Backstory and ‘Dev Notes’ HERE. The COMPANY EXPOSITION SET includes 20+ items to create a conference/event space for your businesses and corporations. This set doubles as the main MESH PACK for all items in the CDK series.

DETAILS All EPs/SPs. §See Catalog for Pricing | See Buy/Build Mode All files with “MESH” in their name REQUIRED for textures/models to display correctly in-game. Recolors are linked to the Booth Partition (vertical woods, metal), Booth Table (horizontal woods, colors), Booth Wall in marble (256x256 Mm marble), Floor Sign 1 (256x512 vertical images), Painting 001 (256x512 images), Painting 004 (1024x512 images), Pinboard (256x512 pinfabric), Pinboard Poster (512x512 horizontal images), Planter 001 (256x512 paneling/pouf). Objects in Sims 2 are limited to two recolorable parts, so not all items are recolorable in the same way. Several objects in this series are oversized/offset. You may need to shift an objects upwards once to level it, and you may need “move objects” and “grid on/off” cheats to place them to your liking. When placing partitions/floating shelves and tables/desks/counters on the same tile, place the partition/shelves first. I recommend using this set with Object Freedom 1.02 (Fway, 2023), which includes Numenor’s fix for OFB shelves (2006), for easier use overall. ITEMS Banner Signs (Regular/Table) (380 poly) Booth Partition (405 poly) Booth Sign Small/Large (124-128 poly) Booth Table (572 poly) Booth Wall (44 poly) Down Low Exhibition Table (116 poly) Floor Signs 001-005 (364-794 poly) Expo Leather Gallery Chair (1079 poly) Pinboard (112 poly) Pinboard Poster (12 poly) Planters 001-002 (178 poly) Stall Small/Large (429-434 poly) Wall Sign  (92 poly) DOWNLOAD (choose one) MESH PACK from SFS | from MEGA RECOLOR PACK from SFS | from MEGA COLLECTION FILE from SFS | from MEGA

COMPATIBILITY AVOID DUPLICATES: The #co2cdkseries includes edited versions – replacements - for items in the following CC sets: 4ESF (office 3, other 1/artroom, other 2/build), All4Sims/MaleorderBride (miskatonic library, office, postmodern office), CycloneSue (never ending/privacy windows), derMarcel (inx office), Katy76/PC-Sims (bank/cash point, court/law school sets, sim cola machine), Marilu (immobilien office), Murano (ador office), Olemantinker, Reflex Sims (giacondo office), Retail Sims/HChangeri (simEx, sps store), Simgedoehns/Tolli (focus kitchen, loft office, modus office), ShinySims (modern windows), SH (reverie office, step boxes/shelving), Spaik (sintesi study), Stylist Sims (offices 1,2, & 3, Toronto set), Tiggy027 (wall window frames 1-10), Wall Sims (holly architecture, Ibiza). *The goal is to link the objects to the recolors/new functions in the #co2cdkseries without re-inventing the wheel! Credit to the original creators.

CREDITS Thanks: ChocolateCitySim, HugeLunatic, Klaartje, Ocelotekatl, Whoward69, LoganSimmingWolf, Gayars, Ch4rmsing, Ranabluu, Gummilutt, Crisps&Kerosene, LordCrumps, PineappleForest. Sources: Any Color You Like (CuriousB, 2010), Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), EA/Maxis, Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik), FlatIcon, Dreamstime, Starline via Free Vector, Cube3d. SEE CREDITS (ALT)

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❧「KINKTOBER 2023」☙

The One With the Road Head I Auston Matthews

Summary; When your boyfriend Auston Matthews remains unusually quiet on the way back from a team event, you choose to express your love and offer a listening ear (and gentle touch), hoping to help him share the concerns that weigh on his mind;

Tags; Auston x reader;

Warnings; oral sex; road-head; (remember, always safety first!)

Words count; 1,3K

Authors notes; nothing much - just a simple little chapter of the Kinktober collection with our loverboy Auston; 

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When your boyfriend, Auston Matthews, was unusually silent during the ride home from a team event, you found yourself wondering what was going on in that hockey-loving head of his. Was it just exhaustion from the game, or was there something else bothering him? You glanced over at him, noticing the way his jaw was clenched and his brows were furrowed as he focused on the street. It was clear that something was bothering him, but he hadn't said a word since you left the event.

As he navigated the streets of Toronto, you debated whether to break the silence or give him some space. You knew Auston well enough to understand that he could be a bit of an introvert at times, and he might need some time to process whatever was on his mind. On the other hand, you were worried about him and wanted to be there to support him if he was going through something tough.

After a few more minutes of tense silence, you decided to reach out and gently placed your hand on his knee. "Hey," you said softly, "Is everything okay, babe?" He glanced at you, his expression softening a little, but he still seemed hesitant to open up.

You gave him a reassuring smile and continued, "You know you can talk to me, right? Whatever's on your mind, I'm here for you." Your voice was gentle and soft, as you didn’t want to trigger anything with a too-determined tone. And then Auston let out a sigh, and finally, the floodgates opened as he began to share his thoughts and feelings. It turned out he had been dealing with some stress related to the team's recent performance, and he had been bottling it up.

And as he kept chatting, you listened attentively, offering a sympathetic ear and words of encouragement. You could feel how his mood shifted to be lighter and more relaxed, which in turn put you at ease as well. It was reassuring to see him unburden himself and find comfort in your presence, and the atmosphere in the car gradually transformed from one of tension to one of understanding and warmth.

However, a small part of you could tell that he still needed some pressure relief - a different kind of pressure. As his mood had changed since you first started driving, you decided to test the waters by gently sliding your hand up a little on his thigh. Your intention was to offer him a different kind of comfort, to let him know that you were there for him in more ways than one.

And Auston, feeling your touch, slightly turned to look at you with a mixture of surprise and appreciation in his eyes before he turned his focus back on the road. It seemed that your subtle gesture was just what he needed in that very moment.

As the soft music played through the speakers and the lights of the city flashed past the windows outside, you looked at the handsome hockey player, doing his best to keep his eyes starring ahead. 

But your eyes were fixed on your boyfriend, and as you continued to softly travel your hand a little further up his thigh, you couldn’t help but notice the small gap that came when he unconsciously parted his lips to let out a small breath, which earned a light smirk to come across your face as you felt the reaction he expressed upon your moves - and it only encouraged you to go further. And as a signal of consent, Auston spread his legs a little, providing you better access to where he’d started to crave your touch. 

Auston was never really the vocal type, but his body language spoke loud and clear. His frustrations had been pending up inside of him for weeks if not months, and he hadn’t had a chance for a proper release due to road trips and media commitments; and when he’d finally come home to your flat, you were mostly already fast asleep. No Auston didn’t just want your touch - he longed for it. 

And as your gentle palm came to cover his slowly growing bulge in his tight dress trousers, his breaths slightly changed to somewhat deeper and heavier, offering a soft desperate exhale as a sign of need for you to do more. And his wish was your command. 

Gently you shifted a little in your seat, as his eyes remained focused on the dark street, and with both hands, you tried your best to fumble with the tight belt of his and awkwardly tried to open the button as well as zip the trousers open. It wasn’t easy, but with a little skilful work of your hands and Auston gently lifting himself a little in the car seat, you managed to pull down the trousers and boxers just enough to release and get a hold of his almost stiff cock. 

Giving it a few soft strokes and gently pulling the tender foreskin back and forth, had Auston tighten his grip on the steering wheel, while letting out soft moans. And as you felt confident by his response, you decided to take it a little step further, and once again shifted in your seat, this time turning entirely towards him and pulling your seat belt just enough to give you space to lean forward and have your head come in closer to his lap. 

The evening was dark, and as you could tell you were driving on roads outside the city, you were sure no one would notice what was going on in the steaming car of yours. 

As your mouth came closer to Auston’s needy member, more moans escaped his lips, feeling your hot breath coming in contact with his skin. Uncontrollably, his hips wiggled showing you his impatience, and you were more than willing to offer him what he needed the most right now. So, you gently embraced his length with your warm and wet mouth, causing louder moans from the large boy from Scottsdale. Low curse words escaped his mouth, as you eagerly took his cock deeper down your throat and welcomed it with saliva and light gagging noises. Noises that were music to Auston’s ears. However, he had to pay attention to his surroundings, for both of your safeties, though he wanted nothing more than to just lean back, relax and let into the sexual touches of yours that had him see stars and beyond. 

“Baby, I can’t hold back,” a husky whisper came from the man towering over you, and though you wanted nothing more than to have him fuck you senseless and make you cum all over his wonderful cock, you mentally decided that this was all about him, and he deserved to be pleased right now. 

So, you gave it your all. Bopping your head, taking him as far down as you could, letting your saliva cover his length and moaning into his throbbing cock. You hallowed your cheeks, feeling every inch of his cock, and with just a few more moves, Auston let out one loud moan, and spilled everything he had held back for long into your mouth. 

And of course, you used your sweet little mouth and tongue to clean him up good, so you wouldn’t make a mess in the car. 

“Oh, fuck baby, that was amazing,” Auston spoke with a rusty voice, doing his best to calm down his breath as you came to sit back in the passenger seat, a satisfied smirk adorning your face. 

“Told you, i was here for you,” you replied sweetly and gently, as Auston tried to tuck his slowly softening cock back into his boxers but gave up on trying to zip and button up his trousers. 

Auston, ever the cheeky and handsome gentleman, couldn’t contain his satisfaction and let out a calm breath. “Yeah, but I also wanted to please you,” he then said, quickly turning his head to look at your smiling face. 

“I know,” you offered a light chuckle. “Then it’s good we’re almost home.”

[iheartzegras]

different type of love -jack hughes

request: @your-mom369 14 and 18 with jack?

prompts: “i don’t want to be just friends anymore” and “what’s the matter? you can tell me”

requests are still open, and my prompt list is pinned!

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you and jack had been best friends since the first grade. inseparable really. you both never left each others side, no matter the distance between you two for hockey, you still talked daily.

it all started when you had moved to toronto during the summer. you just so happened to become neighbours with the soon to be familiar boys. as your parents were taking the boxes inside from the van, you saw jack and his brothers playing outside. jack particularly caught your eye because of his energy. you were normally a shy girl, but he really did look like he would be a fun person to stick with.

a couple minutes later you felt a tap on your shoulder. standing behind you is the boy that interested you the most. he held out his hand and introduced himself. “hi. im jack, i live next door!” he said while grinning like a fool. “hi, im y/n” you shyly said. “it’s okay, don’t be shy! wanna be friends?” “yeah sure!”

that one small introduction, lead to a lifetime friendship. after that day, the two of you, occasionally his brothers that you found to be quinn and luke, would always play after school. even at school, the two of you would stay by each other’s side the whole time.

fast forward until now

ever since you and Jack became best friends, his family invited you to the lake house every year. this year in particular you were extra excited because you got to see jack. you hadn’t seen jack since he moved to new jersey for hockey.

after packing your things, you began your drive to the lake house. it was quite a long drive, so after making some stops on the way there, you finally arrived. it looked just the same. the deja vu coming back every time you came.

waking inside you were greeted by luke and quinn who both yelled “y/n!” at the same time. although your bond with jack was seemingly better, you also were incredibly close to the pair of brothers as you practically grew up with them. you were like a sister to them, and they were like your brothers.

as you walked into your designated room, it was refreshing. everything still in its place from last summers events. this space was your comfort place. the smell of the room just like your perfume. you plopped right on your bed, and before you knew, you were dead asleep.

you were harshly awoken by a tall figure jumping next to you on the bed. with your vision blurry you tried to see who it was. looking a bit closer you realized, it was jack. oh how you missed him too much. you practically jumped into his arms and giving him the most loving hug you’ve ever given.

“jack!” “y/n!” the two of you yelled in synch. you both dove into another hug, but this time with passion. that was new. to say that you haven’t thought of you and jack being a couple, was a lie. you definitely have, but you brushed it off because you felt as though it would never work. maybe some old feelings were being brought back up.

later on, after dinner, some of the other friends showed up. trevor who you had grown close with greeted you with a big hug and then whispered something into your ear. “so, you and hughesy? i think you’ve got something going on” to which you replied with “what, where did that come from? and no, we’re just friends.”

all of you were sitting by the fire roasting some s’mores. everyone was busy, but you couldn’t help but replay what trevor said to you earlier. could jack feel anything or was he just joking? do you like jack more than a friend? too many things crowded your mind as you tried to relax but couldn’t. you needed to be alone to gather your thoughts.

“hey guys, im gonna head off to bed. goodnight!” you announced and hugged each of them. when you got to your room, you had changed into some shorts and an old t-shirt. you got into your welcoming bed and tried to doze off.

after hours of trying to fall asleep, you couldn’t. you had been restless all night and nothing helped. you decided to sit on the deck to see if the cool night air would help.

opening the door to the deck, you stepped outside and quietly shut it. you took your favourite seat that you had claimed to be yours, and sat down. you had gotten all trapped looking at the stars that you hadn’t noticed that someone had joined you. “what’re you doing out here all alone?” jack asked. “nothing, just couldn’t sleep. that’s all.”

too much silence had been happening for your liking. you look over at jack and said something truly bold. “have you ever thought of us as something more than friends?” you asked. he responded with “yes, actually. why? what’s the matter? you can tell me.”

after more silence you quietly said “i don’t want to be just friends anymore” “pardon?” he asked you to repeat. “i don’t want to be just friends anymore” you repeated louder.

jack was astounded. he wasn’t upset though, because secretly he had felt the same way all along. he paused for a minutes before responding again. “thank god. i couldn’t deal with the pain of being just friends for any longer. i’ve liked you since we were sixteen and skating laps around the rink holding hands.” he admitted. “really?” “yes. y/n, this is a big question, but will you be my girlfriend?” “yes of course jack!”

the new couple sat happily next to each other before jack took you inside to get some rest. the two of you cuddled for the rest of the night.

your childhood friendship had blossomed into something much more passionate and loving. as a small child, you would have thought such love would be intimidating and gross, but now, you feel so much more. it’s indescribable how much you feel for the man you love. it had only been a few minutes since he asked you to be his, but you already knew, he was the one.

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ahhh, omg! im in love with this fic!

this was one of my longest pieces (i’ll still try and write longer in the future)

hope you all enjoyed! 🫶🫶

[caw-oticdork]

Hiya! I started listening to the Lost Terminal because you mentioned it on here. I'm a few seasons in and really loving it. My friend is looking for some new narrative pods and I know you listen to a bunch. Got any suggestions? They can be finished or ongoing.

Oh do I! Have a couple, in alphabetical order:

Absolutely No Adventures - An outright pratchettesque fantasy parody about a (very) Chosen One who has studied the art of baking instead heeding the call to adventure and refuses to go on any quests.

Care and Feeding of Werewolves - A (in-universe) podcast addressing current events and issues in the (American) paranormal community, hosted by a witch and medical practitioner. Has very good plot and worldbuilding.

Folxlore - Queer horror podcast set in Glasgow. Excellent show. "This apartment complex is very haunted, extremely cursed, and it sometimes randomly shifts to an eldritch nightmare realm. Everyone here's queer though, including the building itself. 4 stars out of 5."

Gabriela & The Inn Between - A recent botany undergrad takes a job as Innkeeper at an inn with very strange and unusual guests. Cozy and low-stakes.

Gastronaut - Set a couple hundred years from now, a food journalist travels from Earth, then Mars, then a distant space colony. He's pathetic but in a good way. Excellent food descriptions, nice anti-capitalistic and anti-colonialist themes. Higher stakes and fewer steaks than expected.

Ghost Wax - I've always disagreed with the idea that necromancers are always evil. This show agrees - it's a horror podcast about an ancient necromancer solving supernatural murders by interviewing the victims. Very thrilling. Many feels.

Icarus Rising - Queer airship pirates! Stow-aways! Rebellion! Chases and Thrills! High-stakes drama and action among the clouds! An adorable ship cat!

Kalila Stormfire's Economical Magick Services - Very cool story about witches, fairies, werewolves, and more, a story about what makes a community, about modern-day working class neighborhoods, psychology, love, and of course magic.

Parkdale Haunt - This one I haven't listened to yet, but I've heard very good things about it. It's a horror show about a haunted house, set in Toronto, made with love for that city. Disregard this suggestion if you don't like Toronto, I've never been.

SCP: Find Us Alive - A podcast set in the SCP universe, about a site getting sucked into some sort of pocket dimension that keeps resetting in a sort of time loop. Very interesting cast of characters. Requires minimal knowledge about how the SCP Foundation works.

Starfall - Fantasy audio drama about the adventures of a theatre troupe that uses magical items and illusions in their work, and about a young warrior with mysterious powers who joins them.

Tell No Tales - Horror story about a company that specialises in removing ghosts from haunted places. The protagonist quickly becomes concerned about the ethics of that and tries to prove that they need to start treating spirits with the humanity they deserve.

The Antique Shop - Urban Fantasy drama about a student getting a job at the kind of antiques shop that you only find when you need to. Lots of cursed items. An excellent cat. Queerplatonic relationships.

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality - An AI audio tour guide shows you various interesting exhibits and learns how to be a person. There's lots of feelings here.

The Strange Case of Starship Iris - Sci-Fi story set in the aftermath of a war between Earth and extraterrestrials. It's about outer space, survival, espionage, resistance, identity, friendship, found family, romance, and secrets. The intro song is excellent.

The Tower - A young woman climbs an ancient, unfathomably tall tower from a forgotten age. It stretches up into the sky, through the smog and the clouds. Very vibes.

The White Vault - Travel Is Not Advised. Very scary story about what's been hiding below the ice and the stone. What's been slumbering for ages. What's now beginning to wake anew.

I hope this selection helps! I have more, but I felt it would be better to keep the list short-ish.

[wholesomequeershit]

I don’t have much reach on Tumblr so reblogs are hugely appreciated.

The Glad Day Bookshop in Toronto, Canada is in danger of eviction. Besides being the oldest (and non-profit!) queer bookshop in the world, they are also a coffee shop and events venue providing a much needed place for queers of every flavor to feel safe and supported. If you have the means to help, please do! If not, reblogs and sharing on other platforms are very very appreciated. Queer spaces worldwide are getting fewer. We have to try to save the ones we have.

-Juno

Copy paste of their instagram post text:

The Immediate Crisis -

Glad Day has reached a crisis point. Since the ‘end’ of the pandemic (and the end of COVID-19 subsidies) we have been struggling. We have been going into debt almost every month for the last 2 years. We have often been short on rent. Our landlord has been patient but if we are unable to provide him with a lump sum payment of $100,000 in July, we will be evicted. BUT if we can pay him $100,000, he has agreed to a small reduction in our rent for 1 year, which gives us time to consult with our communities, explore our options, and create the next version of Glad Day.

The Strategy -

We are hoping to raise $300,000 to give us at least one more stable year at our current location and provide the capacity needed to dream of and act on whatever Glad Day becomes next.

This fundraiser will help us prevent a crisis, stabilize us for a year and be a catalyst for rebirth.

We know that with intense inflation, funds are tight for many people and you may already be donating to other organizations. Any support you can provide, even if it is sharing this campaign with one other person, is deeply appreciated.

[convolutings]

Canada might have universal healthcare and better gun laws than the U.S. but it for sure isn’t showing that it’s better for the Jews. I lived there for four years getting my bachelors degree and both my parents are still there.

Three days ago, on March 19, a big Jewish cultural event was cancelled. They used the same old excuse of “security concerns.” But it’s just another example of Canada not protecting Jews and not giving us space to celebrate our culture in film and media.

This comes shortly after Canada announced that they would no longer be selling weapons to Israel. Canada only provides 1% of Israel’s military aid so practically it doesn’t mean a lot. But symbolically this is a huge deal.

A day after the cancellation of the event, a Montreal newspaper printed an antisemitic cartoon. And not “Jews are overreaching” antisemitic, but “this could’ve been found in a German newspaper in the 1940s” antisemitic. It’s horrific that so many people had to sign off on this in order for it to be printed and it got approved.

And that’s just in the last few days.

On March 7 this was found on a bus stop sign in Toronto:

And back in November this happened at the Starbucks I worked at for almost 2 years. It is located in the middle of a community with a large Jewish population, just down the street from multiple Kosher restaurants. I messaged my previous co-workers to see if they were okay but no one messaged me or checked in on me.

And I'm sure there's so much more that I don't know of.

The Jewish community in Canada is feeling angry and disappointed for good reason. This is not okay, and the things that happened this week pushed me over the edge to make this post. I don’t know how to feel, and I’m worried about my friends and family.

[couldawouldashoulda50]

Chapter Four - Time Alone Links to One Two and Three here

A/N - I likely didn't proofread this as well as I should. I hope you enjoy it all the same. Things are warming up between these two.

Notes/Warnings - typical profanity, fluff Word Count - 8k

As anticipated, Loren arrived near the designated spot, which was a park just off Bay Street, more than an hour early.  Nevertheless, she was thankful for the extra time since it gave her an opportunity to decompress from the adventures of driving in the city of Toronto.

Loren began walking west along Yorkville Avenue, eventually spotting all the luxury fashion stores that she’s only ever heard about or seen in the movies. One after the other - Chanel, Versace, Balenciaga - Loren felt her excitement grow as she strolled past each store window.  She may never know what it's like to buy anything from these stores or live in the swanky part of the city. At that moment, it didn’t matter anyway. What mattered most to Loren is that she finally felt like she was shedding her old skin. She felt alive instead of just trying to survive the cards she had been dealt.

After treating herself to a small bit of food and an espresso, her heart began to lurch while walking back to the park entrance to meet William. As it approached 2:00, Loren was so engrossed with the sights and sounds of the surrounding city that she had not seen William and his two furry companions as they approached.

William had spotted Loren a mile away.  Despite the area being busy with a ton of foot traffic typical for a Thursday, she stood out to him immediately.  He could not help but grin widely at how adorable she seemed while she slowly paced back and forth in front of the park’s sign.  He saw her smile politely at a couple of passersby that made eye contact with her.   William watched as the two men nudged and batted each other in the arm as they craned their necks back around to look at Loren.

Despite their behaviour while they continued to eye-fuck Loren, the men never said a word to her and kept walking. Loren remained unaware of the spectacle they made as they disappeared down the street.

Loren turned when she heard the crunch of footsteps on the thin layer of gritty snow that had fallen overnight.  Her face lit up as Pablo and Banksy approached her with their tails wagging enthusiastically and then her eyes moved to William’s smiling face.

The pair hugged and diverted their attention back to the dogs who seemed ready for William to say the command allowing them to let loose and tear around the park.   Pablo and Bansky happily trotted ahead of Loren and William as they entered the park while the two caught up from their last conversation.

Although William’s beloved dogs could have been used to help start or end a conversation, William quickly found he didn't need them for that. The conversation between them was fun and easy, just like usual, as they played with the dogs. Loren and William both cheered on Pablo and Banksy as they ran around the park, often racing back towards them at full speed before play-fighting in the open space of the soccer field.

As they walked together, the enchantment William first felt talking with Loren at the skate event had only grown. She seemed wide-eyed and animated about being in a part of the city she had hardly visited since school field trips to the nearby Royal Ontario Museum. Her exuberance made her even more radiant when she asked questions about the area and listened intently as William pointed out some of his favorite spots.

After more than an hour of running about, Pablo and Banksy were sufficiently tired out.  Not wanting their time to end, William finally worked up the nerve and asked Loren if she wanted to come to his place to warm up and have some dinner.

Because she had only eaten a small amount of food that day, the mere mention of dinner sparked ravenous hunger in her. Loren resisted the urge to clutch her stomach as hunger pains rolled through while accepting William’s dinner offer.

William asked if Loren was in the mood for anything specific.  She joked to herself that she was at the point of wanting to gnaw off her own arm, but she kept that to herself.

“I’m honestly good with anything - I’ll leave this one for you to pick…you know what’s good around here,” Loren smiled at William as she silently hoped he would make a quick decision.

“Sushi’s my go to…i probably have it too often but I just love it.  It sort of fits within my diet during the season,” William admitted, as they walked towards the exit of the park.

“God, it’s been awhile since I’ve had it - that sounds incredible…I feel like I'm salivating…,” Loren chuckled.  “Sorry, I haven’t eaten much today,” she revealed with a tinge of bashfulness.

“Oh? Why’s that?” William raised his brows with his query.

“Nerves, mostly…,” Loren admitted with a subdued grin as she looked toward the ground.

“About meeting up with me?” William replied playfully.

“Well, even though we both know Pablo and Banksy are the real celebs here…,” Loren said, tongue-in-cheek. “I'm sure you already know the answer…. and you don't need me gushing about it…no doubt you hear it all the time,” she said teasingly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” William said as a wide smile graced his face.

Loren giggled and rolled her eyes, shaking her head while trying to further contain her smile.

The dogs meandered in front of Loren and William as they strolled down the street heading south towards William’s building.  The afternoon rush-hour was starting to build, and the energy from both dogs seemed to be waning.  William asked Loren if she could carry Banksy and he would carry Pablo, because at their slow pace, he didn’t want to irritate the growing number of pedestrians filling the sidewalks, trying to make their way home.

William watched Loren kneel and gently call for Banksy to come to her, which he did with no hesitation.  She spoke quietly to his black and tan face, as she gingerly brought him towards her chest, cradling his rear with her forearm, and she nuzzled him and gave him praise for being such a good boy.

William scooped up Pablo and the two picked up their pace a little, while he continued talking about things he enjoys doing in the neighbourhood on his off days.

After a few twists and turns down some inconspicuous side streets, they soon reached a large set of glass doors on a towering light silver building. William held the door for Loren as she looked up at the building's sheer size. They set the dogs down, and William waved at the two officers at the security desk as he led Loren to the elevators.

There was a palpable energy between the two as they shyly made small talk during their ascent to William’s floor.   Loren tried not to concentrate too much on her reflection in the dark glossy walls that encompassed them as she pulled off her mittens and dropped them in her soft leather tote.

“Oh - I totally forgot….I have a small treat for the boys, but I wanted to make sure it’s ok with you first,” Loren said, whispering the word “treat” as softly as possible to not alert the two doodles.  In the background, the soft chime sounded as the elevator settled on William’s floor.

“Oh wow, lemme see what you have in there…” William said as they got off the elevator. He hooked his finger on her bag and gently pulled it toward him, trying to look inside. As he pulled, Loren's body followed, and she bumped into William's chest. She was so close to his face and resisted the urge to pull his mouth onto hers. Instead, she just smiled, tucked her hair behind her ear, and took out the two collagen sticks she had brought for the pups to show William.

Loren thought it was a small thing, but William was very touched by her thoughtfulness.

In the days leading up to their meeting, William recognized he was in unfamiliar territory when he thought about Loren.  William naturally had been in love and had been in long term relationships previously.  Over the course of the past couple of years however, he preferred to keep his options open, to focus on continually improving his game and as such, developing a true intimate connection with a woman was of little interest.  There was a plethora of options when William felt like keeping a woman’s company, but like a light switch, it was something William could easily turn on and off depending on his mood.

But Loren drew him in instantly.  When he looked at her, William felt her warmth and kindness deep within him.  She was charming and funny; she had William in stitches with her brand of humour that was like observational storytelling mixed with bits of edginess and sarcasm.   William could not comprehend how Loren was so unassuming yet she could light up a room and would give each person she came across her undivided attention.

William often felt there was a depth and mystery to her beauty that intrigued him. It was as though there was always something new to discover about her, making her endlessly fascinating. Each time William video chatted with Loren, he tried to memorize all the distinctive features of her face.  The freckles on her high cheekbones.  Her eyes, a rich and dark mahogany accented by long thick lashes.  He could almost feel those same lashes tickling his jawline as he imagined her underneath him.  He couldn’t help but to stare at her mouth, longing for the day when he could taste her in a deep kiss.

The only negative part of meeting Loren, which weighed heavily on William’s mind was the timing\. The end of the regular season was quickly approaching, and he was already feeling the pressure with his overall offensive game feeling stagnant. William hated to admit it but deep down, he really was unsure if he could afford a distraction that Loren might present. He decided to shelve those thoughts for now until he got to know Loren a little more.

William opened the door to his home and both dogs barreled through the entrance and immediately leapt onto the couch as though they themselves were inviting Loren to come in.  Loren stepped across the threshold into the spacious living area that was bright and airy with whites and neutrals throughout.  Somehow it did not surprise her at all how tasteful and sleek William’s home seemed to be - those were two words she could easily associate with the man himself.

As easy as it had felt so far spending time with William, the fact she was standing in the living room of his house made Loren’s heart race.  She knew her cheeks were a dead giveaway with showing her nerves; there’s just no way she could hide their vibrant pink hue.

William gave Loren a quick tour and guided her over to the sliding glass doors that led to a small balcony.  William mentioned how stunning the sunsets were in his south-west facing unit, and he hoped the clouds would clear to give Loren a glimpse for herself.

The chatter between the two remained light and free-flowing as William busied himself preparing an early dinner for Pablo and Banksy, who seemed to be waiting for a little extra attention from Loren. She glanced at the dog's sweet faces and made her way over to the couch. As she sat, she curled her one leg under her rear and leaned in speaking sweetly to the dogs as they began to crowd her while reaching up to sniff and lick her face.

William smiled at the sight in front of him.  The girls he occasionally brought back to his place for an evening, or sometimes overnight, might briefly acknowledge the dogs (if at all) but most times, it was straight to the flirtations with William to get their intended activities underway.

Loren continued to rub the coats of each of the dogs as she happened to glance at William as he gazed back at her.

“Shit, I’m sorry - I’m keeping them from their dinner….” Loren said apologetically to William.  “You boys better go and get your grub,” she said, rubbing the dogs behind their ears as she stood up from the couch. “They are the greatest….I mean all dogs are, but these guys…really are amazing,” Loren said, her face beaming with admiration as she smiled at William.  “Is there anything I can help with at all?” she asked as she made her way to the kitchen island where William was rinsing a glass.

“Sure, you can start with telling me whether you'd like red or white wine, or something else to drink?” William said as he leaned against the white granite countertop. “And then, have a look here at the menu and we can decide what to order.  I'm starving too, so go wild,” William chuckled.

“Mm - red wine please and thank you,” Loren said with a polite smirk.  She picked up William’s phone and started to browse the menu.

A slight wave of panic hit Loren as she looked at the menu prices.  She was so unaccustomed to eating anywhere outside of her own kitchen or that of the group home. For years, dining out was a luxury that she felt she could never afford and the sticker shock of that menu was a quick reminder of why.  Loren cursed at herself in her mind for the espresso and pastry she bought herself earlier.  She had no idea she would end up having dinner with William.  Moreover, she did not want to assume William would be paying for her meal, so she scanned the menu for the most inexpensive sushi options.

“Anything you like on there?” William asked, while handing a wine glass to Loren and sliding his phone across the island towards himself.

“Mmm - oh yeah….there's just so much to choose from,” Loren smiled faintly, trying to hide the feeling of embarrassment knowing her bank account was close to being depleted.

William wasn’t certain but he sensed a shift in Loren’s demeanor.

William was cautious with his wording.  “You sure Sushi’s ok?  We can totally order something else if you want?”

“No, I promise - I really do love it….it's - well, I - I'm on a really super tight budget…it's been….,” Loren trailed off as her cheeks blazed red once more, “it's just been a tough time, especially the past couple of months,” she finished quietly.  She took a sip of her wine as her flustered admission momentarily hung in the air.

William could feel Loren's usual luminescence dissolve with that one sentence.  In their conversations, William never broached the subject of why she worked the seemingly countless shifts as it seemed clear that she was more often at work than at her home.  She once mentioned she was covering for a coworker who fell ill, so that is what William continued to assume throughout their talks.

“You came all the way down here, so dinner’s my treat.  You're starving, I'm starving so I'm going to order a bunch of stuff…is there anything you don't like?” William said, as he smiled at Loren, hoping to see her relax more.

“Can I contribute something towards the bill? It's not much but I'd like to put something towards it?” Loren asked.

It threw William off kilter with Loren’s offer to still pay for part of the meal when she could have easily just said nothing and enjoyed being treated.  As perplexed as he was, he set it aside in his mind and came up with a better idea.

“How about we order pizza next time, and you can cover that,” William replied, hoping Loren would take notice of him wanting there to be a “next time.”

Loren studied William’s expression of sincerity as her own face cast a look of surprise, disbelief and confusion.  She quickly snuffed-out the questions surrounding his possible motives for wanting to see her again and as calmly as she could, Loren responded “Yeah, ok…deal…” extending her hand in agreement and acceptance of his offer.

With his eyes never leaving her face, William chuckled lightly as his hand gently wrapped around hers to acknowledge the deal.  He could feel his body react to the skin to skin contact with Loren, even just with their handshake.

Loren delicately withdrew her hand from William’s when Pablo approached her and stood on his hind legs and propped his front paws on the side of her thigh.  She silently thanked Pablo for helping to divert attention elsewhere.  She had not intended to mention anything about her financial situation, but she just felt so far out of her league at that moment, her anxiety got the better of her.

She gently picked up the goldendoodle and walked towards the sliding glass doors to have another look around the city. Loren looked down at the packed streets with cars that were bumper to bumper and never appeared to move an inch.  She watched as people hurried along, darting between the line of vehicles and the subsequent blaring of multiple car horns protesting any number of traffic infractions.

William walked to the couch with their semi-full wine glasses.   He sat down and leaned back against the cushions and chuckled while he watched Loren as she continued to take in all the sights and sounds of rush hour.

“See anything interesting?” he smiled as his eyes slowly ran from the top of her head and settled on her shapely ass.  He had never gotten a really good look at her features below her neckline and he wasted no time reveling in her curves.

“I can see why you take the subway to get to the games on time, although…not to be all motherly or anything but don’t you ever get worried about your safety at all?” Loren asked as she leaned over to set Pablo down.

William was still staring at her upside-down-valentine-shaped ass as she turned to face him.

Was he staring at my ass? She asked herself.

“I’m sorry - I…uh…missed the question, what did you ask?” William sheepishly grinned, thinking he might have been caught in the act.

Loren walked around the coffee table and sat at the opposite end of the couch from William, where her glass of wine was waiting.  As she took a small sip, she smiled and thanked William for bringing over.

“Well, your safety on the subway…I mean, it’s none of my business…and seeing that mess down there, I completely understand why you take it….but when it was the big headline on every news outlet, the first thing I thought of was….you know, a crazed fan, someone trying to mug you, anyone could do something to you.  I guess it worried me - I just hoped you were going to be safe is all,” Loren confessed.

“Oh - you were worried about me, eh?” William said, his eyes bright with intrigue as Loren smiled and let out a slight giggle as she looked up at the ceiling, shyly avoiding his gaze.

William continued as he stretched out his arm across the back of the couch.  “Nah, I get what you're saying but it’s kind of a gamble driving or taking the subway.  If you saw what it’s like to turn into the rink - I’ve had my life fucking flash before my eyes more than a few times.  Absolutely fucking awful,” William chuckles.

“Mmm….yeah ok, you got me…I see it with the traffic for sure.  I aged about 10 years driving Gary down to the skate last week,” Loren said as William snickered, understanding fully what she was saying.

“And yes, I was worried…given you’re the only Leaf that flaunts his bare chest regularly in the media - you gotta realize that every time you go tarps off, the hum of about 8 million vibrators are heard ‘round the world - that alone makes you a national treasure,” Loren winked at William, and took another sip of wine.

William’s eyes widened as his mouth fell open slightly, before a large grin spanned his face, followed by the sound of his unique laugh.

Women he met, or that often approached him in the greater Toronto area, had made explicit comments about his shirtless interviews so William was aware of the added attention he received, whether he wanted it or not.

Loren’s quip made William realize she knew that no matter what he did—winking during games, going shirtless in interviews, or wearing sandals in the snow—he was seen as a sex symbol. Most women he encountered in Toronto and on the road treated him as such, and he is the first to admit, it has served him well throughout his career. Between Models, starlets, singers, and young professionals, William had a seemingly never-ending selection of women at his fingertips.

However, after signing an 8 year deal with the Leafs worth close to 9 figures earlier this year, he was warned by family, friends, his agent and others closest to him within his current circle that he’ll have to be more careful than ever with who he surrounds himself with going forward.

But this woman in front of him - her unpretentious, sincere and light-hearted disposition had completely disarmed William.  Even though he had not known her for very long, he felt there was no hidden agenda with Loren, and he felt relaxed and at ease with her. William knew it was rare to meet someone like her and he found she was as refreshing as an ocean breeze.

As the two continued to talk - seemingly about a hundred different topics - Loren felt that same feeling she had after William hugged her the week prior.  He was calming to her; she felt a warmth and comfort just listening to him talk.  She was fascinated by the parts of his life that he had divulged to her so far and there were just not enough hours in the day for all the questions she wanted to ask him.

Eventually, Loren excused herself and headed to the washroom, grabbing her leather tote on the way.  With as many overnight shifts as Loren worked, she had become accustomed to having pretty much everything but the kitchen sink in her bag.  Fresh change of panties, hair and makeup essentials, deodorant, and anything else a woman on the go might need.

Her bright pink cheeks shimmered in her reflection in the mirror, no doubt a symptom from the wine and the warm temperature of his condo. Loren stripped out of the thick grey sweater she had on, leaving the white long-sleeved cotton V-neck shirt she had layered underneath.  She momentarily frowned at how simple and basic her outfit looked, with or without the sweater, but then shrugged it off.  She could afford what she could afford, and if William chose to judge her based on her clothing, they might as well just finish things right there.

She touched up her make-up and re-pinned her hair before she stepped back out to the living room.

While Loren finished in the washroom, she heard a knock at his door and William's muffled voice as he accepted the dinner delivery.  A fresh wave of hunger pains seized her stomach and felt as though she would devour it all, like locusts annihilate crops.

Loren set her bag back by her coat that hung by the door, padded back to the coffee table in the living room to retrieve their wine glasses and headed over towards William.  He stood at the kitchen island carefully extracting one take out box after another from the stylish reusable bag which donned the restaurant’s elegant logo.

“Oh, fuck - this smells so…..”, William began to say until he glimpsed at Loren.

His eyes dropped to her ample, round breasts which her cotton shirt had subtly revealed.  Without her sweater on, her slender neck was exposed which was decorated by a delicate silver chain with a small heart pendant.  William swallowed hard and eventually finished his sentence, rather quietly, about dinner smelling so amazing.

With dusk creeping in through the wall of windows, and the lights throughout the condo slightly dimmed, Loren almost appeared ethereal as she offered William his wine.  He had managed to keep any excitement in his pants to a minimum that day, but this time, he felt his cock immediately harden as he did his best to conceal his slight erection under the edge of the island’s countertop.

“This looks - wow…absolutely incredible….and this is just the take-out containers?” Loren said, completely mystified by the ornate gift-boxes that held the  menu selections William ordered.  “I know I sound like a little country bumpkin but this is just wild…”, Loren said while she continued to admire the contents of the bag.

“Oh, well…just wait until you taste everything, the Sushi’s insane here.  It's definitely a favourite of mine,” William smiled.

Loren’s mind wandered for a split second, wondering how many girls had stood in this precise spot in William’s home, and how many had stayed the night, and how many had the luxury of a return visit.

As much as Loren tried to avoid these ideas, her stomach twisted with the thoughts which she had no business worrying about in the first place.

Loren's mind snapped back to the present when she realized William giggled after she didn't respond to his question.

“Shit - sorry, I missed that…,” Loren covered her mouth slightly as she recognized the extra tendency to swear after a few sips of wine.

“Don’t be - I was just asking if you liked the wine?” William asked, followed by another little chuckle.

“Oh!  Mmm-hmmm - it's really good, almost a little too good….it's going down a little too easily,” Loren admitted, followed by an enticing thought of her easily going down on him.

William added a splash more to her glass, respecting that she had to drive, unless of course things between them progressed towards his bedroom later on.  However, he knew he wouldn't push, insinuate or suggest anything of the kind, unless he was 100% certain she wanted to.

William and Loren brought all of the take-out boxes to the cozy dining room that bordered the open kitchen.  They flipped open each of the magnetic lids and visually feasted on the handmade creations.

As dinner ensued, William and Loren’s conversation deepened and the two delved into a more serious level of understanding of each other’s lives.  Loren was fascinated with William’s life; she asked him truly engaging questions that touched any number of topics.  William found Loren to be thoughtful and far more articulate than he could ever hope to be.

Once the leftovers from dinner had been cleared away and dishes were stacked in the sink, Loren kept William company while he took the dogs out for a short walk after dinner.

Temperatures had dropped significantly once the sun dipped down past the horizon, and Loren wished now she had remembered to pull her sweater back on before they walked out.  Although her thick fleece jacket and vest had been plenty warm earlier that day, at that moment, it was not nearly enough against the sub-zero windchill.  She tried not to let it show but her body began to shudder and her teeth chattered.  William quickly offered his coat to help Loren warm up, but thankfully the dogs got their business done quickly and no time was wasted in returning to warmth and comfort indoors.

Once everyone shuffled through the door of the condo, Loren wasn’t certain if William would want her to stay longer.  It didn’t feel like he was anxious for her to leave, but she would never dream of overstaying her welcome.

William simply offered to take Loren’s vest and jacket and hung them up for her, which thankfully was an obvious enough indication that he wasn’t in any rush for her to go home.  Suffice it to say, it felt she could assume he was having as good of a time as Loren was.

Before settling in on the couch, Loren retrieved the dogs’ gift from her tote.   Once the sticks were in view, both dogs jumped up on either side of Loren with their tails wagging furiously as she sat between them, almost in the middle of the couch.

Both dogs took each of the sticks in their mouth, and lowered their bodies to lay comfortably beside her.  Banksy had his front paws in Loren’s lap as he held the stick steady as he began to chew the end.

William returned with a blanket and he grinned widely at the sight of Loren and the dogs sitting next to her, quietly working away on their treats.

“They like those, eh?  I’ll need to get some for myself - they’re amazing dogs but sometimes when I’m sleeping in the afternoon before a game, they’re bouncing off the walls,” William said, as he unfolded the fleece picture blanket which had a large picture of the pups by a lake on it.

When Loren angled her head to have a closer look at the picture, William smiled as he explained that the blanket was a Christmas gift from his sister Ella and was taken at the family Lake house during the previous off-season.

William sat on the end of the couch and spread the blanket across him and Loren, shrouding the dogs in the process.  “You look like you still need to warm up some more…fucking cold out there,” William said.

Loren stroked both dogs' fur as she looked at them affectionately.  William was quietly watching her with a subtle smile on his face.

Nudging Loren’s hand, William asked when she worked next.  Heat rose to her cheeks as William did not move his hand away from hers as she continued to stroke Pablo’s fur, grazing William’s fingers in the process.

“Saturday afternoon at 3,” she smiled and glanced briefly at William’s eyes which she found so exquisite, they always overwhelmed her.

“Awh - that’s too bad, you could have come to Saturday's game, maybe,” William said sweetly.

“Mmm - that would've been so great…I've never been,” Loren said, as she tried to breathe normally.  William still had not shifted his hand and with her fingers still brushing against his as she petted Pablo, her mind could not understand if it meant something or not.

The two fell into another light conversation about hockey in general, spanning topics from the All-Star Weekend to locker-room hijinks.  Despite the ease of the chat, the tension that seemed to be rising between the two was very apparent.  Even William found his stomach flipping with the anticipation of simply touching Loren’s skin, let alone the other ideas he’s had in his mind since meeting her nearly a week ago.

With the dogs now on their backs sleeping soundly, William asked Loren quietly if she could carry Bansky, who seemed to have a real affinity towards Loren, to his bedroom, while he carried Pablo.  As though they were carrying their own children to bed, William and Loren cooed at the dogs as they gently laid them on his luxuriously soft duvet.

Once she saw Banksy was comfortable, she excused herself and went to the washroom.  She took the break to remind herself to not get ahead of herself, not have any expectations no matter how the night ends and try and keep it light.  Loren reached into her pocket, applied some ChapStick which she had stashed in her pocket earlier, popped a peppermint candy in her mouth for good measure and silently decided it might be time for her to head home.

William was heading back towards the couch when Loren returned.  She smiled politely and said maybe she should be on her way.

“Oh…yeah, I mean - if you need to,” William said, trying to not let his disappointment show.  “It’s just you don’t seem to have much of a chance to relax, so I thought maybe you’d stick around for a bit - maybe chill…. you know, watch a movie or something?” William asked, as he approached her.

Loren couldn’t help but look at him and smile as she gently nodded her head. “I just didn’t want to overstay…you know, I was trying to make sure you didn’t have to do the awkward ‘I kind of want you to leave but I don’t want to sound like an ass scenario’,” Loren chuckled as she nervously rambled.

William stood in front of Loren and with his hands gently landing on her waist, he slowly pulled her towards him.  Loren’s mind felt like it was a wild pendulum swinging uncontrollably between thoughts of unleashing her frenzied desires versus enjoying his slow, intimate movements.

William pulled Loren in even closer and her hands, moving solely by instinct, touched his chest covered by the soft fabric of his loose fitting t-shirt.

Looking up at William, the very moment William’s lips touched hers, Loren felt completely weak.  His lips were so soft, warm and beautifully curved, and they brushed slowly against Loren’s mouth as he pressed his body further against hers.

Loren let out a soft moan as his mouth fully connected with hers; his taste was so astonishingly delicious that it made her insides ache, desperate for more.  With each kiss, their mouths formed a deeper connection, and it wasn’t long before William’s tongue began to lightly graze Loren’s. The sensation was so overwhelming and potent that Loren had to break the kiss, and she leaned her forehead against William’s jawline while her other hand snaked around the nape of his neck.  Loren lightly chuckled at her own breathlessness before her lips found his mouth once more.

This time, William broke the kiss, but his lips did not venture far from hers.

“Where’d you get the mint from?” he asked, murmuring against her lips with a sheepish grin.

Her eyes met William's before they trailed back down to his mouth as she returned the grin.

“In my pocket, but my god, you don’t need it.  I doubt there’s anything in the world that tastes as good as you do right now,” Loren said as her lips gently caressed his neck under his jawline.

Loren felt one of William’s hands slowly slide from the contour of her waist towards her front pocket of her form fitting leggings.  He dipped two fingers inside and felt around for the mints, giving Loren a little tickle in the process.  Loren jumped and squealed, holding onto William’s upper arm a little more tightly as he pulled her against him once more while planting gentle kisses along her neck, up to her ear.

His fingers remained inside her pocket as he worked a mint out the package.  He must have known that his fingers were so close to the middle of her panties, which were becoming wetter by the second.

William retrieved the mint and popped it into his mouth, flashing a seductive smile at Loren.

“Better….,” William said, leaning his forehead against Loren’s before closing his mouth over hers in another steamy kiss.

Loren’s mind was spinning; none of this made sense to her at all.  William’s kiss was like no other she had experienced; it made her throat tight with wanting more.  The way William’s one hand was pressed against the small of her back while the other cradled her face as their mouths connected and tongues yearned to meet, made her insides twist with desire.

What started as long, sweet and tender kisses, William and Loren had ignited a furious passion between the two of them in the middle of the living room.  Her bodily instincts made her want to jump up and wrap her legs around his waist and have him carry her to bed.  She wanted his cock in every way possible.  She wanted him to writhe and moan, groaning her name while he cums over and over again, all because of how she makes him feel.

But in her mind, Loren was worried.  She had a complicated viewpoint of sex from her past and she was not willing to bring the terrible experiences she had at the hands of such a sordid person, as her ex-boyfriend was, into William’s bed.

William slowed his kiss down, allowing his mouth to wander across the warm skin of her cheeks, jawline and down the contours of her slender neck.

William looked at Loren’s face and he was more taken with her than ever. The sensitive skin that surrounded her full lips was red from his abrasive stubble; her cheeks glowed pink in the dimmed light from a nearby lamp, and her rich, dark eyes that made his heart ache and his soul melt.

William slowed his breathing, but his heart was still pounding hard in his chest.  He was sure his semi-erect cock had introduced itself to Loren’s midriff and he hoped it wouldn’t be long before William was on his way to a huge release, with Loren in his arms.

William guided Loren to the couch and adjusted the pillows to support her head as she laid down on her back.  William positioned himself between her legs as he gently leaned his torso on top of her while bearing some weight on his forearms.

It was dizzying to Loren to feel the weight of William on top of her as she raked her fingers through his famously illustrious hair, while her hands gripped his T-Shirt and his growing erection pressed hard against her drenched centre.

After her hands and mouth had pushed him as far as he could handle, William got up the nerve to ask her if she wanted to come to bed.

When Loren hesitated and showed her apprehension, his heart dropped as he knew at once it was not meant to be that night.  He could see it pained her to decline his offer as she looked up at him apologetically.  He saw the longing she had for him deep within her gaze, but he sensed Loren’s guard was still up.  All he could hope for is that she saw the same longing William had for her.

Although he'd be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed, Loren was special and so unique that what mattered most to him is when he could see her again.

The two spoke softly and gently between kisses as Loren began to ready her mind to depart for home.  Loren also decided that she wanted to let William know how truly wonderful she thought he was, just in case this was her only opportunity.

Even if William turned out to be a total player and just wanted another notch on his bedpost, she wanted to take the chance and say it anyway.  After all, it wasn't unrealistic in her mind that he could decide to move on to another girl the very minute she leaves.

Her words to him, as she gently caressed his face and smoothed his hair behind his ear, helped soothe the disappointment and solidify that he really needed to see her again as soon as possible.

As they arose from the couch, William adjusted his shirt to cover his rigid member and Loren tiptoed into his bedroom to say goodbye to his dogs, afterwards heading back to get her coat and boots on by the entrance.

Loren looked at William with a smile but she was perplexed as he pulled his coat, toque and boots on as well.

William glanced over at Loren’s confused expression.  “What - I’m not letting you walk by yourself into an underground parking lot at night…fuck that…,” William chuckled.

“Shit - I totally forgot…I am so sorry…I can figure out something so you don’t have to go out,” Loren said uncomfortably.

William shook his head.  “Loren….I'll drive you, ok?  It's the garage I told you about, right?” William asked as he reached for her hand, slowly pulling her back into him.

Loren nodded as she smiled, but the smile did little to mask that she still felt terrible for inconveniencing William.

William’s hands travelled up and cupped Loren's face just under her jawline.  He held her face so she had to look into William’s eyes.

“I know you feel bad - but please don’t.  It's like 10 minutes….total…and it's not even late,” William said reassuringly.

He closed the gap between them with a slow and deep kiss.  When it seemed clear that they might stand there forever in a lip-lock, they mutually broke the kiss.  They smiled and giggled at each other as a few more nuzzles and sweet comments were made.  When they were ready to depart,   William called “car” and the dogs  came running down the hallway as fast as they could towards the door.

The elevator ride down to the underground parking garage was over within less than a minute, and William led the way to his sleek SUV parked nearby.  The dogs knew the routine well, and ran towards the door for the backseat.  William draped his arm around Loren’s shoulder as they walked the short distance to the car.

As she slid into the passenger seat, the scent of the interior made Loren clench her pussy walls; it was a perfect balance of William’s cologne, expensive leather and new car smell.  She felt a little nervous still being in such close proximity to William, now in a different setting, but the dogs provided an excellent distraction as they both begged to sit on Loren’s lap.  She managed to accommodate them both for the short distance they had to travel.

A light dusting of snow had covered the ground since Loren and William had last ventured outside.  As they pulled out onto the street, Loren still marvelled at the lights of skyscrapers and William watched as she quietly talked to both dogs, pointing out little things she saw.

Loren turned William on fiercely.  If he thought it was remotely appropriate, he would have turned them back around to his condo, guided her into the bedroom and given her as much pleasure as she could handle until they passed out.  But he could see clearly that something is holding her back and despite what his cock wants him to do right now, patience is what he chose.

William pulled into the driveway towards the garage entrance and with his approach, the door automatically lifted.  He pulled up to the kiosk, grabbed a ticket and Loren directed him to her parking spot.  He pulled into a spot next to her vehicle and asked her for her entrance ticket.  She was puzzled but relented and pulled the ticket from her wallet.  Loren watched as William hopped out of his vehicle and walked over to the PAY HERE kiosk, tapped his credit card and returned to the car as Loren was exiting the car.  Both dogs had their noses pressed to the window and whimpered as William approached Loren.

“Wait  - did you just pay for my parking?” Loren asked, her eyes growing wide with the realisation.

“Yep - we’ve got 15 minutes before the time runs out so….,” William leans over and kisses Loren again. She dropped her bag at her feet and held onto William’s jacket as his tongue slid between her lips and found hers again.

William slowly backed Loren up, pressing her against her weathered SUV; his tongue continued to delicately touch and taste her as he allowed a soft groan escape once he pulled away from her mouth.  She hadn’t even realised that her hands had travelled from the front of his jacket, down to his waist and up under his shirt.  Her hands gently stroked his taut skin and felt the lines of his muscles that led to, what Loren assumed would be, the most gorgeous cock that she could ever imagine.  It certainly felt sizable enough pressing against the waistband of her leggings.

Loren felt breathless as she looked up at William’s face.  He leaned his head down and buried his face in the nape of her neck; the feeling of his lips by her ear and the warmth of his breath sent such a raging jolt between her legs, she almost begged for him to fuck her right up against her vehicle.  She had never, ever had this sensation, this desperation, for a man to touch her; the fact it was William that made her so intensely aroused, it was almost too exhilarating for Loren to handle.

A small group of passers-by in the garage spotted William and Loren at a distance.  The group heckled them and hurled their own suggestive ideas towards the couple.  The interruption successfully killed the mood, and the two quickly realised the 15 minute grace period to exit the garage was soon expiring.

William pulled Loren toward him in a warm embrace, and she thanked him for “the most incredible day”.  He handed her the paid parking stub; that gesture alone meant so much to her, and she said as much to William.

“Call me when you get home…and I don’t mean a quick text.  I want to see you safe in your house, behind locked doors,” William said, looking down at Loren's face.  “How long should it take for you to get home?” he asked.

“Not quite an hour, depending on traffic,” Loren replied as a small grin spanned her lips.

William nodded and watched as she pulled her keys from her bag , unlocked the door and slid into the driver's seat.  She lowered the window and waved good-bye to the dogs who were peering out at her, with their tails wagging.

William walked up to the window and angled his head to meet Loren’s mouth; she brought her hand up to his face, her feather touch brushed against the stubble on his cheek.

Loren smiled against William’s mouth and then pulled away slightly.  “We’d better go,” Loren said and planted one more small kiss on William’s lips.  “And yes, I will call you when I pull in the driveway,” she added as she winked at him.

William chuckled and put his hands in his pockets as he turned on his heel, heading back to his vehicle.  Loren waved as she pulled out of the spot, and followed the arrows towards the exit.  It wasn’t long before William’s almost-too-bright LED headlights appeared in her rear view mirror, and with a honk and a wave, the two vehicles pulled out onto the street and headed in opposite directions.

[hestiviea]

swap au but i can't draw

I hate when they de-age Matthew just so he can be in knives role, I hate when swapaus just change the characters and their names instead of making an actual AU of what happens when the other character's events

to me, I don't want Scott to be the one skating around Ramona's headspace

I don't want Envy to be in gideons role or add two other characters to fill in the katayanagi twin's roles

I want AUS to be its own, not some kind of copy-and-paste from the source material

My swap AU is closer to the actual source

In my swap AU,

Ramona is still skating around Scott's head space but she is the one who gets obsessed instead of Scott, Scott works as a pizza delivery man

Scott in this AU is still an autistic nerd but is clueless about everything around him, he's just keeping a cool head in comparison to the source materials, he's still the bassist of Sex Bob-Omb but doesn't reveal that to Ramona yet cause he temporarily quit after Gideon became their producer

the seven evil exes are not Ramona's version of Scott's friends cause fuck that, instead the 'seven evil exes' are more just exes that are not evil and overly obsessed with Ramona cause Gideon ain't there to join forces with them

(In my head, Gideon is the reason why most of the league even took revenge on Ramona, since he was the one that said it, katayanagi twins just followed with it cause damn do they have it rough, despite not being evil, Lucas also went with it, todd is just angry that ramona has the audacity to leave after he punched the moon for her, Matthew and Roxy are the only ones that genuinely are sad and angry)

The League of Evil Exes are just the same 5 with Lynette for support, they are not in any of the OG league's roles, they're on their own

their name will be, Vv cause V is the Roman number 5, and v as in victims

knives are the first V but she's still 17, she keeps coming back to fight Ramona until finally realising it isn't worth it

Kim is the second, they met after a Sex Bob-Omb concert, they're not Clash of the Demon Heads in a sense by the way, they're much more different, Kim explains the whole thing to Ramona, and they fight for a bit while also talking as they fight, then they stop and just decided to go out for a drink

wallace is the third and doesn't actually fight with Ramona physically, rather using psychic powers thanks to his current boyfriend, but after the fight, they're still hesitant cause it turns out that Wallace was the one that made the Vv and Ramona is genuinely jealous of Wallace but they later just become buddies

next is Lisa, at first Ramona doesn't even know what to do with Lisa, originally Ramona thinks Lisa is just a friend who is getting too close for comfort with Scott, then boom, big reveal that Lisa is actually one of the exes, they start to fight, but it ended up alright

last is envy and Lynette, the reason for this is that I like to believe that Envy was the one that wanted to take revenge on Scott, but nobody truly wanted to fight other than knives, Lynette is there to help cause they have a much healthier relationship compared to the comics, also envy's reason is cause she's jealous over Scott and ramona after hearing the fact that todd is now living with ramona and Scott is dating her

but what happened to the seven evil exes you may ask

well

Matthew and the twins would probably be the only people that Ramona talks to daily, i like to think Matthew lives nearby and that the twins are not as rich as Gideon but still have enough to have a house up in Toronto

Lucas after another flop movie (blame it on the writers, Lucas did nothing wrong) gets broke and starts to live with Ramona at first, Lucas is kinda like Kim in terms of his relationship with Scott, hot take that maybe Scott and Lucas have a better bromance than Gideon and Lucas

todd would be Ramona's roommate, but unlike Wallace, he's this self-destructive asshole that made himself sympathetic after Envy dumped him and he had nowhere else to go other than to Ramona, which just causes Ramona to feel like she's once again with a prick like Gideon

Roxy comes by every week or so to talk with Ramona and clearly is still hang-up over ramona. also has the best wlw/mlm solidarity friendship with wallace

Gideon would still be a billionaire and he's Sex Bob-Omb producer, and at one point forces them to fight against Ramona by using the glow but they manage to break free and turn against Gideon

basically yes the same thing with the comics and the anime, but Ramona is the one being paranoid and self-conscious about things but trying to act like she's not affected by this, and Ramona is the one who has to fight with Scott exes plus confront herself

and everything is not in the same chronological order as the comics

this swap au focuses on ramona and her ex, while Ramona and Scott realise why Vv was even made in the first place

young Neil, Julie, and Stacey would be Ramona's friends before Ramona gets to know the others

part two of this!

[kahtiihma]

to my friends on the official malevolent discord server

I was recently kicked from the Invictus/Malevolent discord server and had no opportunity to reach out to anyone I was speaking with at the time before my access was removed. If we were talking and you wished to continue (or if you wanted to start a conversation with me and never had the chance), please DM me here on tumblr or contact me on discord (username: kahti). I miss you all, I’m absolutely heartbroken, and this was never how I wanted things to go. I’m hoping this tumblr message will reach at least a few of you so I don’t lose contact with everyone fully.

To everyone in the Invictus server who knew me well, I love you all. I hope you stay well. Please keep posting flowers and my heart goes out to all of you. You made this community fun and rewarding and I’m grateful for having known you. Goodbye 💕

Details will be provided below.

As many may know, I’ve been a part of the Malevolent podcast fan community for over two years and active in the official Invictus discord server run by Harlan since April 2021. I adore the community and the people there have been so lovely. Many friends have come out of that space and for years I have been vocal about how my priority has always been maintaining peace and nurturing relationships.

This is why I find it very difficult to talk about this situation.

On Friday, July 14th, I was private messaged on discord by Jo (Harlan’s wife) saying I would be kicked from the Invictus server and have my Patreon membership revoked. Immediately upon receiving that message the server vanished from my access while I was reeling in confusion. I think there was implication that I was meant to take the message as an opportunity to leave the server on my own accord but I had no access or ability to do so, nor were any of my responses for clarification given any reply.

The reason cited for kicking me was that Harlan and Jo were uncomfortable I showed interest in meeting them at this year’s FanExpo Toronto, an event we have all attended together in the past. As they did last year, they provided a google survey to track interest and attendees which contained an option “are you interested in meeting Jo & Harlan?”. Since this was the method used last year to headcount the number of people interested in a discord server meetup, I selected “yes” despite having no actual intention of interacting with them directly.

Without going into detail, there have been many incidents over this last year behind the scenes that have left me feeling very uncomfortable about the Guthries and I would rather have given them space and hoped they’d respect my space as well. If they had reached out to me and stated they weren’t comfortable with me attending any meetup they were hosting, I would have immediately respected those wishes and avoided being in the same general area at the time. However, this was the first time Jo had spoken to me in nine months and I hadn’t heard from Harlan in four months. At no point during that time was I given any indication that I was doing anything wrong or causing anyone any trouble so it came as a complete shock to be suddenly escalated to outright banned.

I knew they had me blocked since March this year but respected that as their decision even if the reasons were unclear and did my best to avoid interacting with them while still engaging in the space -- something Harlan himself stated he hoped I would continue to do when they removed my moderator status in March, which I took as his consent and blessing to remain in the server. To be told my presence was unwanted totally blindsided me and left me struggling to understand what happened.

I’m not too proud to say I immediately burst into tears in the doctor’s office I was waiting in at the time of being kicked.

I’m not concerned about retaliation. I’m not concerned with anyone taking my side. I wish they had been better at communicating their needs so this entire situation could have been avoided, but it happened and it is what it is. Currently I’m absolutely gutted bc there were so many people I enjoyed speaking with who I now have no access to nor do I have their discord names to dm them and let them know where I went. I hate that it looks like I vanished without saying goodbye.

[big-fan-of-botw]

Everything I know about Dashcon 2

Written August 1, 2024 and posted 9:00am CST

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DATE: July 12, 2025

LOCATION: Toronto, Canada (nothing more specific as of now)

WEBSITE: dashcontwo.com

EMAIL: queries@dashcontwo.com

Socials:

Tumblr: @dashcon-two

Instagram: dashcontwo

Twitter: DashconTwo

Facebook: link on website does not work

TikTok: dashcontwo

Their link tree (linktr.ee/dashcontwo) only links the Instagram, Tiktok, and website. Fancebook, Twitter, and Tumblr are linked on the website (their website does NOT have a link to TikTok or Instagram).

Info in the FAQ regarding convention logistics and organizers (CLICK THE "About Us" LINK ON TOP RIGHT OF WEBSITE FOR FAQ):

1.) The organizers are not the same as the ones for the original Dashcon.

2.) Dashcon 2 is not sponsored or organized by Tumblr.

3.) (Image quotes website, "Our team of organizers actually have experience in event coordination, or fields with transferable skills. We’ve taken our time to plan the road ahead carefully, and we have no intention of repeating DashCon’s mistakes.")

4.) Dashcon 2 is "a celebration of local artists, fandom, and internet history".

5.) There will be a ball pit, it will be supervised at all times to prevent anyone from peeing in it.

6.) There will be both safety guidelines for guest to follow and professional security.

7.) Large props must be approved by Weapons Check before they are allowed into the convention space.

8.) In-person attendance will be limited, and virtual tickets to panels will be offered. There is no attendance limit to virtual panels.

Extra info

There may be two ball pits (Tumblr blog)

@the-muppet-joker expressed interest in going (Tumblr blog, https://www.tumblr.com/dashcon-two/757557151949602816/im-going-to-convince-the-croaker-to-go-to-dashcon?source=share)

(Image says:

Anonymous asked: im going to convince the croaker to go to dashcon two

strange-aeons answered: YES WE DUEL IN THE PIT

the-muppet-joker Prepare for my Muppet Face and Joker Smile, Strange. You will taste my blade. And my hooves I mean feet for when I kick you into orbit. I accept your Ballpit Duel… *I chuckle darkly*)

There is a timer on the website counting down to Dashcon 2 (CLICK THE "DashCon 2" LINK IN THE TOP RIGHT CORNER OF THE WEBSITE).

Information on the convention organizers was previously available on the website earlier today, but not yesterday (when I checked). There were 4 people listed, 2 were co-something (I believe organizer or founder ), one was something about art, and I can't remember the last one but I believe it had something to do with the logistics of the convention.

I used the wayback machine and the jobs are (in order): co-founder, co-founder, artistic director, and panels & attendee relations. I DO NOT KNOW IF THIS INFORMATION IS ACCURATE OR UP TO DATE, IT MAY HAVE BEEN TAKE OFF OF THE WEBSITE DUE TO INCORRECT INFORMATION.

The current date for dashcon 2 is July 12, 2025. It will last for 1 day.

As I update this, I will post the time and date of the update and what was changed.