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denimbex1986 · 3 months ago

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'...Vanya - begins March 10

Lucille Lortel Theatre, 121 Christopher Street between Bleecker and Hudson Streets in the West Village

Previews begin March 10. Opens March 18. Closes May 11.

Downtown's Lucille Lortel Theatre has become the go-to destination for NYC's buzziest productions. It's where the Broadway smash Oh, Mary! first camped it up, and where a shirtless Adam Driver made theatregeors swoon in Hold on to Me Darling last fall. Now another movie star, British stage veteran Andrew Scott, brings his acclaimed one-man Vanya to the venue. Adapted from Anton Chekhov's original play by Simon Stephens and directed by Sam Yates, this tour de force showcases the Ripley star as all the characters in this heartbreaking tale of loneliness and longing. Tickets are admittedly quite pricey. But don't get down like Uncle Vanya: the original London mounting is available to stream on National Theatre at Home for $12...'

#Vanya #Lucille Lortel Theatre #Anton Chekhov #National Theatre at Home #Sam Yates #Simon Stephens

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acteur-dramatique · 7 months ago

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Chapter Nine: Morning Encounters

The morning sunlight seeped into the dorm room, casting a warm glow across TJ’s bed as he stirred awake. Across from him, Adam sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning before shooting TJ a grin. “Guess it’s officially day one, huh?”

TJ nodded, stretching and feeling the familiar excitement tinged with nerves settle back into his stomach. The memories of last night flashed briefly in his mind, but he pushed them aside as he grabbed his towel and shower caddy. They threw on their flip-flops and headed down the hallway to the communal showers, which were already filled with the sounds of running water, hushed voices, and the occasional burst of laughter.

TJ felt refreshed as he let the warm water wash over him, a welcome relief after the late night. He tried to clear his mind, focusing on the day ahead—orientation activities, meeting new people, maybe even catching up with Chase again, though he tried not to let his mind linger there for too long.

Once they’d finished, TJ and Adam wrapped themselves in their towels and headed over to the sinks. As they rounded the corner, TJ nearly stopped in his tracks. Standing there, shirtless and with just a towel slung around his waist, was Chase, carefully lathering his face with shaving cream. He looked up and grinned when he saw them, his blue eyes bright.

“Hey, guys! How’d you sleep?”

Adam gave him a nod and a friendly smirk. “Pretty well, actually. Think we’re ready for whatever they throw at us today.”

TJ managed a smile, feeling the heat creep into his face as he took in Chase’s broad shoulders, his muscular arms, and the way he seemed so completely at ease. “Uh, yeah, I slept… fine,” he stammered, quickly averting his gaze, hoping he hadn’t stared too obviously.

Chase’s grin softened a little as he looked at TJ. “You good, man?”

“Y-yeah, totally,” TJ replied, his voice coming out slightly higher than he intended. He quickly turned his attention to adjusting the towel around his waist, trying to act nonchalant. “Just, uh… still waking up, I guess.”

Chase chuckled, wiping off his razor. “Well, hopefully, you’re more awake by the time they throw us into those icebreakers later.” He finished up and turned back to the mirror, inspecting his clean-shaven face.

Adam nudged TJ’s shoulder, giving him a knowing grin. “Come on, man, let’s go get dressed before we’re late.”

TJ nodded, giving Chase a quick wave before he and Adam headed back down the hall. He could feel his face still burning, and he was glad Adam didn’t seem to notice his obvious flustered state.

Once they were back in their room, TJ tossed his towel aside and quickly pulled on his clothes for the day: a simple gray T-shirt and jeans, trying to shake off the nervous energy that had suddenly consumed him.

Adam shot him a smirk as he pulled on his own shirt. “You looked like you saw a ghost back there, man.”

TJ laughed awkwardly, ruffling his still-damp hair. “Just, you know, wasn’t expecting to run into him… like that.”

“Right,” Adam said, raising an eyebrow but not pressing further. “Well, don’t worry—plenty of distractions today to keep your mind off it.”

Together, they grabbed their backpacks and headed out of the dorm, joining a steady stream of other students making their way toward Baldwin Hall. The air was crisp, the campus alive with students moving between buildings, and TJ felt a new wave of excitement rise up in him. He took a deep breath, feeling the nervousness dissipate just a little as he and Adam fell into step, chatting about their plans for the day.

In his mind, however, the image of Chase standing at the sink lingered, a reminder of the confusing feelings that had begun to stir. He wasn’t sure what to make of them yet, but for now, he was content to let them sit, quietly curious about where this new chapter would take him.

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adambaldwindaily · 5 years ago

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rawiswhore · 6 years ago

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Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- “Touch of my Hand”

You have quite possibly the luckiest job in the world.

What is it?

You're a personal masseuse for Shawn Michaels and Triple H in the WWF.

But you're massaging is different.

You aren't just massaging their backs and shoulders, but you also get to do something else with them.

Something I'll say later on in this fanfic.

The year is 1997, August 1997 to be exact, and Shawn Michaels, in your opinion, as for now, looks sexier than ever before.

During the majority of the 90's Shawn had that tacky Billy Ray Cyrus in 1992 mullet.

Thank God he recently eventually ditched it.

You were in an empty, clean looking dressing room, you and Shawn were the only people in the room.

Shawn was sitting on a light grey colored love seat couch, you love the name of that couch; loveseat.

You were sitting on Shawn's lap, your legs sprawled out across his lap like you were giving him a lapdance, your legs basically were spread eagle.

Shawn was shirtless, dressed in his iconic Heartbreak Kid tights.

You noticed Shawn had some little chest hair on his chest.

Happy happy joy joy!

That means you can run your fingers through not just the hair atop his head, but on his chest too.

You had your left hand on Shawn's shoulder, kneading and massaging his shoulder, easing the pain on his shoulder.

The other hand was on his chest.

You were running your fingers through the curly little hairs on his chest, your hand going up and down his chest over and over again, touching and caressing his chest, like you were combing his chest hairs, which you basically were.

This is another thing you did with massaging Shawn Michaels and Triple H.

These were the only 2 wrestlers you did this to, and thank God you didn't massage some unsexy wrestler like Yokozuna.

Not just massaging their shoulders and backs, but caressing their bare chests, rubbing your hands up and down their chests.

There's more to this too, I'll get to this later.

Besides combing his chest hairs with your fingers, you also ran your hand up and down over and over again on Shawn’s nipples.

His nipples were very sensitive, much like yours, and Shawn REALLY thoroughly enjoyed this.

So much, blood was circulating to his cock, making his shaft stand up completely.

He kicked his head back, his eyes rolled in the back of his head while his eyelids shut and covered completely the whites in his eyes, his mouth was slightly agape.

He could nearly moan from this.

After wrestling his ass off, sweating his ass off, rehearsing his lines and wrestling moves and whatnot, he needs some relaxation and kicking back, to take his mind off of all of this.

And you were the girl to do this.

While his chest might've not have been super hairy like say, Alec Baldwin's, chest hair is still chest hair nonetheless.

"Hey Shawn" you whispered to him, whispering in your best phone sex hotline girl voice.

You craned your face into Shawn's ear.

Your voice was enough to make him shiver (sorry, couldn't help saying that) and basically be what he describes what happens when women see him in the lyrics to his entrance theme.

You know, "I send chills up and down their spine", "I make 'em hot", "I make 'em shiver", etc.

What you were doing to Shawn was what he was describing about women in his entrance music.

Shouldn't it be vice versa?

Your voice was perfect not just for him, but people who've went through a rough day at work and could be relief for people going through a rough day.

"You like this?" you asked him, rubbing your hand up and down his chest.

"I do, yes" he replied, nodding his head up and down, leaving behind his cute little smile.

While you rubbed your hand up and down his chest like you were rubbing sunscreen on him, you could feel his heart beating through his chest, when your hand touched where his heart was located.

While you were rubbing your hand up and down Shawn's chest, Shawn's erection was protruding and poking out through his iconic tights.

You could feel his erection poking through his tights, your pants you were wearing were blocking his cock from entering your pussy.

You had some perfume sprayed on your neck to help him be more sexually aroused, to make all of this feel better.

All this sexual tension with you and Shawn, you could nearly make out with him and then get to fucking him, but you're not allowed to have sex with any wrestlers or even kiss them.

You're not a prostitute, but you may as well be one since you're basically pleasuring him almost sexually and getting paid for it.

Speaking of sexual things...

"You must've gone through so much, Daddy" you whispered to him breathy, like Marilyn Monroe almost, rubbing your hand up and down his chest.

"Daddy?" he asked, his face looking confused and dumbfounded.

"Some women sexually call their men 'Daddy'" you explained, your tone of voice going from sexy to normal. "You ever hear that song 'Doin' It' by LL Cool J? Y'know, 'doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well...'".

You were trying to sound like the woman in that song with her Noo Yawk accent while saying “doin’ it and doin’ it and doin’ it well”, sounding like a predecessor to Cardi B 2 decades later.

"I think so, yeah" he replied. He doesn't really listen to rap and hip hop.

"I take it you don't listen to hip hop, or even most modern music in general" you said. "You don't look like someone who listens to rap. Well, the woman in the song sexually calls LL Cool J 'Daddy' in the song a few times. Is that okay with you?".

Shawn really couldn't decide.

The thing is, the whole thing with sexually calling men "Daddy" is incestuous, and incest is disgusting, not to mention sinful.

And this was BEFORE Shawn became a born again Christian in the next decade.

"It's okay if I don't call you 'Daddy'" you said.

Though, you wish you could sexually call him "Daddy"...

And Shawn definitely looks like a Daddy in more ways than one.

He's in his 30's, looks older than his age, that chest hair and long hair, those tacky Mom Jeans and how he sometimes wears his shirts tucked in his pants, he looks like someone who probably listens to 70's and 80's dad rock like Eddie Money or Asia or something.

"Am I taking your pain away?" you asked him, trying to sound breathy and sexy, like a phone sex hotline girl.

He nodded his head at you, smiling at you without showing his teeth.

"I take it as a yes" you replied to him, smiling back at him.

Oh, if only you could've played some nice, sexy, slow music for him in this room while all of this is going on.

Though, you don't really have any gentle music with you, or probably any music with you, dammit.

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I need to confess this...so many women still today (myself included) lust and fawn over Shawn Michaels, specifically Shawn in the 90's and even 2000's.

Even though Shawn did turn his life around in the 2000's becoming a born again Christian, apparently Shawn in the 90's (when he was a sex object) was a huge jerk, burying talented wrestlers if he didn't like them, many wrestlers have said he's very difficult to work with.

Then again, I've seen lots of women online who lust over Randy Orton, and apparently Randy's a big jerk too...

I actually have had doubts of crushing on Shawn Michaels and Triple H, and Triple H, especially 2000's Trips was apparently a huge jerk too, just look all the people he buried in the 2000's...

And, it could be worse...there's women and probably even underage girls who turn school shooters (i.e. Adam Lanza, the Columbine boys) and serial killers like Jeffrey Dahmer and Richard Ramirez into heartthrobs.

#shawn michaels #shawn michaels x fem reader #1997 #90s #wwf #fanfiction

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