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bagopucks · 6 months

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J. Drysdale - Orange, Orange, Orange

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Jamie Drysdale x Fem!reader

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Warning(s): cuss words, reader wanting to strangle Trevor✨

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Everybody has their own playoff traditions. For most teams, it’s the beards. And every stadium also has a different approach. For the Anaheim Ducks and Honda Center, it’s ‘Paint It Orange.’

Jamie and Trevor go all out. Their apartment gets decorated completely. Orange throw pillows, orange plates and cups, orange shower curtain. Anything that can be replaced for cheap during the playoffs. It’s atrocious. I love seeing my boyfriend and his clingy bestie, but god I hate seeing that orange. It’s too much.

Do I tell them that? Absolutely not.

The boys love it. They love getting into the playoff spirit, and I’d even venture to say it’s a ritual now. A superstition that they add to every year. This year I was anticipating orange drapes or maybe even an orange carpet.. but I couldn’t have been farther from the right idea.

Trevor and Jamie had been radio silent all day. Both in our group chat and in individual texts. It was unlike them. Especially Jamie, who always texted me in the morning. I was suspicious, but I didn’t think too much into it. We were coming up on the first playoff game. Two days away. It was likely that they were only anxious. Antsy.

I thought maybe a quick box of donuts might be nice. I swung by a local donut shop and picked up two dozen before making the drive to their place. Jamie always enjoyed the jelly filled and chocolate covered ones, but Trevor had so many things he enjoyed that it was hard to remember all the flavors. And knowing these boys and their appetites, it was safer to get two dozen.

When I got to their place, I gently kicked their door with my foot a few times, seeing as my hands were full. I heard a faint, ‘coming’ from Trevor. I eyed the orange wreath on their door while I waited. It was new. That must have been the addition for this year’s playoff run. They hadn’t had one in a while. I would have expected something more drastic to celebrate.

When the door opened, I was met with a shirtless Trevor. His long hair was pulled back in a ponytail -no doubt one I left behind at some point- and his shorts were covered in orange. His arms had a bit of the orange substance on them as well. My brow furrowed.

“Hey! You brought us donuts. That’s awesome.” Trevor smiled, “can you bring ‘em inside? Just toss them on the counter.” He stepped aside, letting me in before he shut the door and locked it.

“Trevor, what’s going on?” I asked as I walked through the house, greeted by the ugly oranges of their decorations. I set the boxes of donuts on the counter, opening one to pull out one of the jelly filled treats. I took a bite out of it as I turned to look at Trevor.

“Stuff.” He answered, nodding a little too dramatically for me to believe him.

“Where’s Jamie?”

“Out.” I didn’t like or believe that answer either.

“Doing what?” I pressed on.

“Hey! Who’s that?” I heard Jamie shout, his voice echoing from a room I could only assume was the bathroom. Trevor’s face fell the moment he knew he’d been caught in his own lie.

“It’s your girlfriend! She brought us donuts!” Trevor called, the volume of his voice irritating my ears. I winced.

“You’re such a liar, Trevor.” I scoffed out, shaking my head at him.

“Tell her to come here! She can help!” Even yelling, Jamie’s voice sounded soft.

Trevor looked at me with a cautious gaze, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Why don’t you want me here?” I immediately asked, accusation in my tone. Trevor refused to answer right out.

“Oh boy…” he mumbled. Clearly, he knew whatever I was about to see, I was not going to like. “Come on.”

I followed incredibly close behind Trevor, contemplating a few times, simply pushing him out of the way. But once we got to the bathroom, I was glad we’d taken our time getting there. It gave me time to brace myself.

The gasp I drew in was second to none, horrified and surprised in the worst ways.

I stood there in shock for maybe a total of ten seconds. A ticking time bomb.

“So… you like it?” The optimism in Trevor’s voice set me off.

“What the fuck?” I shouted, staring down at my shirtless boyfriend and his lathered orange hair. “Jamie! What the fuck?”

Trevor was standing behind me, and I could tell the boys were looking at each other when my boyfriend’s eyes drifted past me.

“This is why I told you not to invite her.” Trevor mumbled. I spun on my heels.

“Because I don’t want my boyfriend looking like..” I paused, looking back at Jamie. He flashed me a nervous smile. “Like the Lorax?” I wasn’t necessarily angry.. just.. caught off guard. Nobody informed me of this. Nobody told me I was going to have to look at Jamie like this for possibly months.

“So you don’t like it?” Jamie’s smooth voice piped up, causing my tense gaze to move from Trevor back to the once dark haired man. I pursed my lips, trying to calm myself as I noticed the concern in Jamie’s features.

“I’ll be honest with you J.. I don’t. No.” His face fell. I shook my head as I kicked my shoes off and stepped onto the dirty towels on the floor. I glanced at him in the mirror, then back down to his figure sitting on a foldable chair. I immediately reached for a silky lock of wet orange hair, still covered in fresh dye. “Oh my god…” I mumbled, feeling like a mother with her child.

“That bad, huh?” Jamie inquired, eyeing my reflection in the mirror.

“I love you.. just.. not your orange hair.” He was slow to nod. Jamie never liked knowing I didn’t like something. I always tried to tell him that it didn’t matter. Just because I didn’t like something, didn’t mean he needed to change it or throw it away. But he always wanted to make me happy. I could tell though, that this stressed him out. Because he couldn’t easily fix this.

“It’s not that bad.” Jamie tried to reason.

“No it’s pretty bad.” I wanted to card my hands through his hair, but I couldn’t. These idiots. God knows what this would turn out like. “Jame- your hair is so dark.. what if this turns out looking like shit? Like actual shit? Did you guys even bleach it enough?” Jamie, nor Trevor had a good response. So instead, my boyfriend opted to change the topic.

“Trevor‘s gonna do it too.” I looked back at Trevor while Jamie’s eyes were fixed on himself in the mirror.

Trevor shook his head with a snicker. My brow furrowed at his amusement, and the lines connected when I noticed Trevor was not worried about his own perfect hair.

I realized quickly that this was not a playoff ritual. This was Trevor tricking his best friend into something embarrassing. I would have considered it a prank if I didn’t know how humiliated Jamie would be once he found out.

I wanted to strangle him. I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to grab Trevor by the hair and throw him off the roof. Instead, I came up with a much less hostile approach.

“Thats really sweet of you Trev. At least if it ends badly Jamie won’t look… orange all alone.” I cooed. Trevor looked confused, but I let him off the hook for a moment.

“I don’t like this look.. I really don’t, but if it’s for playoffs, I understand. How much longer does this have to sit, J?” I asked, watching him reach for his phone on the stained counter.

“Thirty more minutes.” I nodded gestured for him to move and sit on the edge of the bath tub. He did so with ease.

“You want this?” I presented the donut I took a bite of to him, and Jamie quickly reached for it. He mumbled a sheepish, ‘thanks,” in return.

“Trevor,” I immediately turned to him. “I’ll help you with your hair.”

It was Trevor’s turn to be concerned, shaking his head and laughing anxiously.

“No.. no.. J’s got it.” He took a step back to escape the bathroom.

“No, I insist. I’d rather it not get anywhere else on Jamie anyway. His arm hair doesn’t need to be orange too. Come on.” I grabbed his arm, pulling him a bit forcefully back into the bathroom.

“I think it’ll look so good on you, Trev.” I taunted as I pushed him down into the chair. “J, can you go get me a drink from the fridge?” Jamie looked up from his phone and nodded, slipping out of the bathroom.

“Fuck you Trevor,” I hissed quietly, “you know how embarrassed he would have been? He probably would’ve chopped all his hair off.” Trevor’s eyes quickly found the floor. I wondered if he even thought this idea through entirely.

“I wish you wouldn’t be so rough on him sometimes. He’s not you, Trev.” My tone softened -though the annoyance remained- as I glanced down at all of the items on the counter. I reached for the bleach and prepped it before grabbing a spare pair of gloves, slipping them on.

“This one was pretty bad, huh?” Trevor muttered, right before Jamie returned with the water. I flashed him a smile as he set it on top of the toilet.

“Getzlaf‘s gonna love this look on you guys.” I was quick to change the subject, beginning to lather the bleach in Trevor’s hair. He may not have even needed it, but I decided to go with it for safe measure. I peeked over at Jamie, who was watching with curious eyes. I realized he already had another donut in hand. I also realized, that the poor kid’s eyebrows were still as dark as can be.

“He’ll support us.” Trevor reasoned.

“I’m sure he will.” Sarcasm laced my tone.

“I think we’ll look pretty cool.” Jamie’s excitement made me feel bad for knowing what I did about Trevor’s plans. And it made me feel bad for disagreeing in my head.

“The coolest, J.” I responded, trying to sound genuine.

It took me around ten minutes to get Trevor’s hair covered well. At that point, it was a waiting game for Jamie. Another fifteen minutes went by where I sat by my boyfriend on the lip of the bath tub, leaning on him as he scrolled through his phone, occasionally moving an orange lock from his eyes that kept falling astray. His mother didn’t like it when his hair got too long, I could only imagine what she’d say when she saw it was a whole new color.

When Jamie’s hair timer had gone off, I made Trevor go and grab me a cup. I helped Jamie sit on the floor and lean his head back into the bath tub, sighing to myself as I turned the bath tub on and found a comfortable temperature for the water.

When Trevor returned with the cup, I took it from him and filled it, resting my hand over Jamie’s eyes as I poured the first round of water through his hair, pushing my fingers through after. This was gonna take a while.

“I’ve seen you blonde.. but this is something else..” I mumbled. I did find momentary joy in the way Jamie’s eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of having someone wash his hair. His orange hair.

“If this comes out bad, I’m taking you both to the local salon.” I added, getting to a point where the orange didn’t completely stain the water as it went down the drain. I turned off the tub faucet and asked Trevor to get me a towel, which he came back with faster than the cup.

“It’s not Carla,” Trevor shook his head. I glared at him.

“I don’t really care who it is. You’ll go unless you want to look like an off brand red head.” Jamie’s eyes opened, worriedly looking between me and his best friend.

I grabbed the towel from Trevor and turned back to my boyfriend, wrapping the towel around his hair and squeezing it a few times before I helped him sit up, and draped the towel over his shoulders.

“Move.” Trevor didn’t look very pleased that I was kicking him out of his seat, but he did nonetheless. Jamie slipped back into the foldable chair, and I bent over to search the cabinet beneath the sink for my spare hair dryer. When I spotted it, I was quick to pull it out.

I eyed the cord for a moment. “I don’t wrap my hairdryer cords like this.” I glanced between both boys, curious as to who had used my dryer while I was away.

“Sometimes my hair doesn’t dry fast enough before I go out.” Jamie’s gentle confession made my gaze soften.

I plugged the cord into the outlet and opened the medicine cabinet to grab one of the combs inside.

“Wait that’s mine!” I glared over at Trevor before putting the comb back and grabbing the other. Part of me wanted to snap his in half. Torturing Jamie and he still thought he could sit there and make requests.

I turned the hair dryer on, pointing it down at my lover as I slowly ran his comb through his hair. He looked pleased with all the attention. I didn’t mind it.. I just wished I could have given it to him under other circumstances that didn’t involve orange hair.

As his hair dried, the orange took on a much lighter look. Still hideous, but it looked like it would match the jerseys. Jamie took a few pictures of it.

When I had his hair mostly dry, I turned the dryer off and set it on the counter with the comb. I ran my fingers through his hair a few times, ruffling and fixing the part, before I leaned forward to press a kiss to his head.

“Do you like it now?” Jamie spoke softly, his eyes searched my expression in the mirror.

“It’ll grow on my eventually.” I tapped his shoulder. “You wanna help me finish Trev?”

“Oh! Yeah!”

“Trevor sit on the floor and lean your head over the bath.”

I repeated the process of washing hair with Trevor, this time with the help of Jamie, who really just handed me shampoo when I needed it.

When I had his hair washed and towel dried, I had him and Jamie switch places again, and I began to dry Trevor’s hair- with his own comb. After I was sure every strand was no longer damp, I put my dryer away and set Trevor’s comb aside.

“I think when we’re done, you guys should send some photos to your mothers.” I advised, smiling to myself at the thought of either woman’s reaction.

Jamie’s head shot up from his phone. Had he not considered his mother as a factor before agreeing to this?

“She’s gonna flip…”

He hadn’t.

“Oh my god, Jamie-“ I hid my face in my hands to mask my frustration.

“Can you call her with me?” His request was met with a reluctant no from myself.

“You made your bed, lover. And this one you have to lay in alone.” I chuckled. “Good luck.”

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luvhughes43 · 1 year

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lovesick | trevor zegras x singer!reader

luvhughes43 masterlist🌷

request: what if … kpop idol!reader where the reader is like. a well established idol in a popular group and they date a hockey player that they had been childhood friends with and they get exposed by dispatch 🤭 perhaps with trevor??

note: i decided not to make this specifically kpop related because i think it would make more sense! thank you for the request i love it!

story note: the group members are jennie, rose, and lisa !

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ynoffical on tour with my girls🫂🖤💗 #lovesicktour

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lovesickgirls 🖤💗🖤💗

jennie having the most fun

rose some exciting people in the audience tonight!🤭

fan01 what?? who

fan02 idk but they’re performing in california tonight

trevorzegras excited to watch the show❤️‍🔥🔥

ynoffical 💗💗

fan03 ??? what who is that?

fan04 fan03 thats trevor zegras hes some hockey player. he plays in cali i think

fan03 fan04 oh do u think hes the special guest rose was talking about?

fan04 fan03 idk i can’t really picture yn with a hockey player tbh

you and Trevor had known each other since you were children. your parents met because your brother and Trevor played hockey together when they were younger, and so your parents quickly became friends. your parents' friendship led to many nights at the Zegras household and so on.

you and Trevor had very similar lifestyles. the two of you never seemed to be in the same place for too long so it was increasingly difficult to ever spend time together. like last year for instance when Trevor was on off season you were busy in different states and countries performing at sold out arenas and shows.

despite it all though, you and Trevor remained friends. which is why you were so excited to see him at your show tonight.

you had got him to come to the arena early, so he could watch you and your group do soundcheck. “Visitor here!” your security guard called out as he walked into the empty arena where crew members were busy getting things ready for the show.

“Trevy!” you screamed, rushing down the stage steps and into his awaiting arms. he spun you around quickly, the both of you laughing as he finally set you back down. “i’m so excited you’re here!” you smiled up at him and he smiled right back.

“i’m so excited to be here! this is so cool" Trevor replied, letting go of you so he could survey the arena. the barricade was just being set up and the lighting was being tweaked.

your group members had all greeted Trevor and then you guys moved on to soundcheck, marking your dances and performing some of your tracklist to adjust the sound.

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trevorzegras sickest concert i’ve ever been to💯🔥

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jackhughes WHAT? I want to go??

trevorzegras you don't even like pop music

jackhughes i could get into it.

fan05 trevor likes the lovesick girls?

hockeyfan01 uhhh🤔

ynoffical so glad you could come💗

trevorzegras so glad you invited me❤️‍🔥

fan06 HE WAS INVITED BY YN???

the show was great, but in your opinion the private after party was better. after the show, Trevor met you backstage and you gave him a quick tour.

“God this is so cool!” Trevor marvelled at basically everything you showed him, “and you guys were so good tonight too, like unbelievable” Trevor continued, rambling about how cool this whole experience was for him.

“Hey yn?” one of your group members jennie approached you two. “the girls and i are going to head back to the hotel now,” she stated as the other girls gathered their things.

you looked towards Trevor, making a quick decision that you knew you wouldn’t regret. “i still never got to see anaheim,” you prompted him, which got him to excitedly invite you over to his place to hangout.

you talked to your security, and since you were performing another show in cali tomorrow evening, you were free to spend all the time you wanted before rehearsals tomorrow with Trevor.

things got heated pretty quickly once you got to where Trevor lived. he gave you a quick tour around his neighbourhood, and you took it all in with wonder.

“It’s crazy how different our lives have gotten,” you spoke up in the quietness of his bedroom.

“I know. From family friends to global superstar," Trevor replied, nudging into your side before he moved on to get his sweatpants out of his dresser drawer.

“Oh you're one to talk! Mr. hockey superstar! I’ve seen all the highlights” you laughed, causing Trevor to turn away from his clothes to smile at you.

“you watch me play?” he asked.

“i said i watch the highlights, i’m much too busy to watch full games,” you joked. “No but seriously i do watch some of your games” you added. “I’ve actually been waiting for you to invite me to one��” you teased, sitting on the edge of Trevors bed that he gave up for you to use for the night.

Trevor laughed in response, gathering all of the things he needed for the night out of his bedroom. He leaned against the doorframe, “i’ll see you in the morning” he smiled, turning around to leave his room.

“Wait!” you shouted, and Trevor turned back around.

“Yah?”

“You don’t have to leave,” you said, shocking yourself. “I mean… there’s plenty of room here for the both of us” you said sheepishly.

“No i mean its fine, i can sleep on the couch. It’s actually pretty comfortable and-” Trevors rambling was quickly cut off by you.

“stay with me. please Trev?” you basically pleaded, and Trevor only nodded. He got ready for bed and laid down beside you.

The two of you stayed up practically all night. you told Trevor that tour life was really getting to you. stating that you often grew tired of all the travelling and the loneliness that came with it. he of course understood, and you felt your feelings for him change into something more.

the morning came too soon, and you had to be back in Inglewood for your show later that evening. the drive was mostly silent, which was a little confusing if you consider how loud Trevor is all of the time.

when you got to your hotel you stayed sitting in Trevors passenger side, his big orange car doing nothing to conceal the two of you from the people out on the street.

you turned towards him, and whispered a thank you.

“when will i be able to see you again?” he questioned, and you wished that yours and his life was more stable so seeing him could be an everyday thing.

“I’ll be done with my tour soon, there’s only a few more dates and then we could… i dont know” you trailed off.

“i don't want you to leave,” Trevor admitted, and you thought you finally found the cause of his silence on the drive here.

“i don’t want to leave you” you admitted.

the both of you stared at each other for a minute, cars honking all around you as you took way longer than you should’ve in front of the hotel.

Trevor made the first move. he cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a soft kiss.

you made the second move, pulling him in once he pulled away a little too soon.

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hockeyfan HE HAS A GF???

luvzegras11 this is the worst day of my life there's no way😭

ynfangirl now whys he using yn lyrics …

ynsflowers WAIT U THINK THIS IS THE GUY SHES SEEING??

ynfangirl i mean he lives in anaheim so maybe?? the girls were just in cali for like a week.. omg? also isn't this the guy she invited to the show?

jackhughes oh i see how it is !

trevorzegras you’ll always be my number 1 girlfriend dont worry !❤️

luvzegras11 HE CONFIRMED! I HATE MY LIFE.

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enews #lovesickgirls own yn was seen out last night with rumoured boyfriend, NHL player Trevor Zegras! The two are reportedly childhood friends who recently started dating after a #lovesicktour concert! The link to the story is in our Bio.

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jennie you guys are the cutest ever

rose can’t believe love is real

trevorzegras i love and miss you

ynoffical i love and miss you too❤️ luvzegras11 THEY’RE IN LOVE?? IT KEEPS GETTING WORSE

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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“I’m not wearing anything under” and “daddy” with Jamie:))

Combining Requests :)

Smut: 8. “daddy” , 15. “I’m not wearing anything underneath” & 28. "We are Leaving"

Another Commitment

It was a hot day in Anaheim, almost too hot to be out with Jamie at his meet and greet with fans. Usually Jamie goes these things alone but the team thought it would be nice if the wags and families joined as well.

Event was almost over, and the players were leaving the signing table one by one. Of course Jamie being Jamie was too nice to leave when he saw a line for fans still wanting his signature. I stood over with Trevor’s new girlfriend, Molly, as we were both dying from the California heat watching her boyfriends interact with fans.

As odd as it sounds watching Jamie around kids turns me on. I watch him laugh and joke around with little boys as I watch from across the small plaza. when there’s a break in the line, I made my way over to Jamie and bent down in his ear so only he could hear.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath my dress“ I say, leaning back up, so I’m standing straight and watching Jamie as he turns around to look at me with a sparkle in his eye. I lean back down, “we should go home, and practice the whole baby making process”

"Just a few more minutes" he says obviously aroused

“the thought of you leaving to fuck me doesn’t make you hard?“ I say to him and I watch his jaw clench, “cause I’m dying to feel you inside of me“ I continue, “tell me you don’t wanna fuck me“

“we are leaving“ he says, and I smile, knowing I just won. He then steps away from where we are standing and announces to the group of guys that I have another commitment to get to and then we have to leave.

I watched Jamie stand and say goodbye to a couple of people before grabbing my hand and take him to his car. We hop in, and I feel his hand travel up my thigh immediately after he turns onto the main road.

“what commitment do I have?”

“oh, you’re about to find out” he says as his fingers brush against my panties underneath my dress, “oh so you’re a liar"

“I had to get your home to fuck me somehow“ I say looking over at him with a smirk

“ you wait till we get home” he says, smirking back at me

As we drive home, he continues rubbing his hands against my panties feelings me get wetter and wetter. He turns into our driveway and he walks around his car to open my door. he opens his door and stands in between it in the car, and leans and pressing a kiss against my lips. We began making out in his driveway until his hands squirm underneath my ass, lifting me out of the seat and carrying me into the house.

He kicks the front door shut and carries me to the kitchen setting me down in front of the island. He lifts his shirt off him as I push my panties down. He then reaches for the bottom of the skirt of my dress and lifts it up and off of me, leaving me naked. He picks me up and places me on the island pushing my legs apart and standing between them.

He begins making out with me as I reach down and undo his belt, then his button and zipper to his pants and he massages my tits. His hands leave my tits to push his pants and boxers down. I stroke his cock gently as me continue making out.

He slides 2 fingers into be making me moan out onto his lips. This motivates him to pump his fingers in and out of me even faster. I whimper at the speed his fingers hit my g-spot making me through my head back breaking the kiss. "Fuck, you're so wet" Jamie says as he pulls his fingers out and pushes me back so I am laying across the island

He rubs circles around my clit and I moan out, "J-Jamie" I moan and he smiles before leaning in and licks up my slit making me squirm. I arch my back as I feel his tongue lick around my pussy before pushing it inside my. His mouth tighten around his tongue that explores inside of me as he sucks hard as well, "O-oh my godddd" I moan again, "Yes, daddy!"

Jamie releases his tongue from inside of me the sucks my clit hard once, kissing it then pulling away. "Sit up" he instructs. I sit up and he presses his lips hard against mine as I wrap my arms and legs around him. He picks me up and brings me over to the couch the sits beside me.

I make out with him as I stoke his cock then pull away lowering myself down and wrapping my lips against the tip of his cock. Jamie's hand finds the back of my head and as he pushes my head up and down on his cock. "Fuck, keep going" he moans as I begin sucking fast enough that gucking noises fill the room as the tip of his cock reaches the back of me throat.

I pull him out on my mouth and look up at him, we immediately makeout again before Jamie pushes away, "Sit of daddy's cock" he says making me bite my lip. I stand up and cradle his hips and reach down to level his cock to my entrance before sinking down on his cock.

"Fuck Daddy!" I moan as I sink all the way down.

“Good girl” he growls, “Love watching your titties bouncing while you're bouncing on daddy's dick”.

"You like my" I start breathlessly, "my w-wet p-pussy daddy" I moan

"Keep bouncing on daddy's dick baby" he says before leaning his head back against the couch. My neck throws back soon after as I begin to cum on his dick.

"Yes Daddy Yes!" I moan as I cum. I lean forward and attach my lips to his neck as I begin sucking on his neck. My hips grind hard with his dick inside of me as a moan escapes his mouth.

"Oh fuck I-I'm" he starts but presses his eyes hard shut as his cock twitches inside of me, filling me up. "Fuck!" he moans, "I just came babe" he says and I look down at him as he looks back up at me, pressing our lips together once more before we end up staying on the couch cuddling for the rest of the day.

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thelensofyashunews · 2 months

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Superstar Mexican Act Fuerza Regida Announces "Pero No Te Enamores Tour," Their Summer 2024 Tour

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TICKETS: General onsale tickets will be available beginning on Friday, April 12 at 10am local time at livenation.com.

VIP: Fans can also purchase VIP Packages, which may include premium tickets, access to the VIP after party with members of the band, Soundcheck, Meet & Greet + group photo with Fuerza Regida, Pre-show VIP Lounge, specially designed VIP gift item & more. VIP package contents vary based on offer selected. For more information, visit vipnation.com.

Fuerza's upcoming nationwide tour is their latest step on the road to world domination, following a 2023 full of new commercial heights and well-deserved accolades. The group shared their biggest album to date, Pa Las Baby's Y Belikeada, which peaked at #2 on Billboard's Latin Albums chart and reached the Top 15 of the Billboard 200. The album generated billions of streams across platforms, led by hits like "TQM" (peaked at #34 at the Billboard Hot 100), "Sabor Fresa" (#26 on the Hot 100), and "HARLEY QUINN" (#40 on the Hot 100), their collaboration with Marshmello that became their first-ever #1 hit on the Latin Airplay chart. The success of Pa Las Baby's Y Belikeada propelled Fuerza Regida to two Billboard Music Awards in 2023, plus the #1 spot on Billboard's Top Duo/Group year-end artist chart.

Most recently, Fuerza released their EP, Dolido Pero No Arrepentido, which arrived just in time for Valentine's Day. The album debuted at #2 on Billboard's Latin Albums chart, and all six songs from the EP reached Billboard's Hot Latin Songs chart. The upcoming tour will feature the first performances of songs from the new EP.

Stay tuned for much more information about Fuerza Regida in the near future.

"Pero No Te Enamores Tour" dates: *Not A Live Nation Date

Jun 06 Austin, TX Moody Center Jun 09 Edinburg, TX Bert Ogden Arena Jun 14 Oklahoma City, OK Paycom Center Jun 15 Ridgedale, MO Thunder Ridge Nature Arena Jun 16 Kansas City, MO T-Mobile Center Jun 21 San Diego, CA Viejas Arena Jun 22 Phoenix, AZ Footprint Center Jun 29 Portland, OR Moda Center Jun 30 Seattle, WA Climate Pledge Arena Jul 06 San Jose, CA SAP Center Jul 07 Fresno, CA Save Mart Center at Fresno State Jul 13 Houston, TX Toyota Center Jul 20 Dallas, TX Dos Equis Pavilion Jul 26 Atlanta, GA State Farm Arena Jul 27 Tampa, FL Amalie Arena Jul 28 Sunrise, FL Amerant Bank Arena Aug 02 Greensboro, NC Greensboro Coliseum Complex Aug 04 Belmont Park, NY UBS Arena Aug 16 Milwaukee, WI Fiserv Forum Aug 17 Indianapolis, IN Gainbridge Fieldhouse Sep 01 Tinley Park, IL Credit Union 1 Amphitheatre Sep 06 Salt Lake City, UT Delta Center Sep 08 Denver, CO Ball Arena Sep 15 Las Vegas, NV T-Mobile Arena Sep 20 San Antonio, TX Frost Bank Center Sep 21 El Paso, TX UTEP Don Haskins Center Sep 28 Anaheim, CA Honda Center Sep 29 Palm Desert, CA Acrisure Arena Oct 05 Sacramento, CA Golden 1 Center Oct 11 Leon, MX Mega Velaria* Oct 12 Mexico City, MX Plaza De Toros* Oct 31 Monterrey, MX Arena Monterrey* Nov 1 Monterrey, MX Arena Monterrey* Nov 2 Torreon, MX Coliseo Centenario* Nov 7 Oaxaca, MX Auditorio GNP* Nov 9 San Luis Potosi, MX El Domo Nov 16 Inglewood, CA Intuit Dome

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Pre-Chapter 3 Upgrades:

Excellence Cosmodriver

HP: 3990 -> 4180 EN: 170 -> 204 Armor: 997 -> 1045 Weapons: 1 -> 2

Ra Cailum

HP: 10000 -> 10500 EN: 200 -> 220 Armor: 1100 -> 1155

As the ship pulls up to the Londenion space colony, Bright reminds everyone that there is no way Char will pass up the opportunity to capitalize on the chaos the Martian Successors have unleashed on the Earth Sphere. As soon as resupplies are done, we are all to be ready to depart at a moment's notice.

Speaking of resupplying, Raul asks Mizuho how the Excellence's weaponry is holding up. She's been using Mobile Suit parts as substitutes with Astonaige's help, and while they're fairly sure nothing bad should happen, he does tell her to check back with him if any peculiarities arise.

Before she can consider her schedule free, however, Amuro comes around to invite her to check out the v Gundam. Raul invites himself, as he hasn't been to a colony in a while, and Amuro asks if Raj will be coming along too, but he immediately turns the invitation down. Kayra sarcastically says he must be fun at parties, but Raj says that if he had the time to go to parties, he'd spend that time working on the Timeflow Engine.

As they enter the colony, Amuro asks if Raj is always... like that. Raul stresses that he's not a bad guy, but finds himself forced to admit that the answer is basically yes. Due to her time working alongside the team, Mizuho also thinks he's a kind person at heart; he's just a bit bad at expressing himself.

Arriving at the Mobile Suit dock, the group is greeted by Chan Agi, from Anaheim Electronics. She introduces herself, but it seems to be mostly for Raul and Mizuho's convenience, as she seems well acquainted with Amuro.

Amuro cuts to the chase and asks about the delays he's been told about; sure enough, work on the Psycoframe around the cockpit has stalled, due to the frame being heavier than original projections. Amuro is frustrated to have setbacks during such a critical time, but ultimately trusts Chan to get the job done in time.

Mizuho seems to envy Chan a little, which Raul assumes to be because she was interested in Amuro... but in truth, she just envies Chan's technical expertise.

As they take a buggy trip around the colony, the topic somehow or other comes back to the spotlight. You see, originally Mizuho also wanted to work at a bigshot company like Anaheim or Nergal, but she failed all the entrance exams. Amuro's in disbelief, as the Excellence is no small feat; surely she has talent... Mizuho continues to downplay herself, saying she just so happened to be selected to work alongside the Timeflow Engine team among a list of other candidates. Raul tells her that it's not like they picked her by chance, but what Mizuho really wants to get at is that being trusted leading work on the latest model Gundam is an honor that she feels is completely out of her reach. Raul and Amuro continue to attempt to cheer her up, until they overhear a conversation.

Two children seem to be arguing about Char's new movement... and one of those children is Hathaway Noa, Captain Bright's son! Amuro assumes the girl to be Hathaway's girlfriend, but judging by Hathaway's flustered reaction, that's probably not the case. Immediately recognizing him to be Amuro Ray, the girl hops in the buggy, shoving Raul and Mizuho out the way. She wants to talk to Amuro, and doesn't want anyone getting in the way of that.

She explains that she's been training in India to better empathize with and understand humanity, so she's interested in talking to one of the most famous Newtypes to ever live.

Raul: "'India'? I don't know that colony."

raul...

One incredibly embarrassing correction later, Quess continues gushing about Newtypes and their capability to understand one another, and Hathaway discusses how people theorize adaptation to a life in space could bring forth such abilities. Raul says he's been living 2 years in Saturn's orbit and still hasn't unlocked psychic powers, but obviously individual differences still factor in. If changes were that sudden and drastic, imagine what'd happen to families split between earthnoids and spacenoids!

On the topic of family, Amuro asks if Hathaway has talked to his dad yet. Hathaway can't hide his disappointment as he explains that they talked briefly, but Bright was busy as usual and couldn't stay long. Still, Hathaway himself understands that it's unavoidable; the Londo Bell has more on its plate right now than you can even imagine.

Suddenly, Quess' expression turns serious. She's feeling... something. Rather, someone. Hey, is that a horse?

Char: "Amuro!?"

Amuro showers him with questions. Why is he here? Why destroy the Earth? Char takes this chance to repeat his points from their earlier encounter; the people on Earth are ignorant, and refuse to stop harming the planet. Hathaway isn't satisfied with the apparent contradiction; if harming the planet is bad, why is Char fine with destroying it? But Char's goal was never to destroy it, just give it time to rest and recover from bearing all of humanity's ego... by wiping out the Earth's population.

Amuro insists that human ingenuity can find a solution to this that won't involve the deaths of millions, but if it really is that simple, Char would like to see that "ingenuity" in action. Raul says that if they destroy the Earth, he never will! But Char remains steadfast. He believes in human innovation, but in order for all of humanity to become Newtypes, someone must first pay for their sins.

Mizuho is bothered by Char's motivations here. Yes, Newtypes have many wonderful ablities, but are they really an ideal worth this degree of accelerationism? Worth the lives of millions? Quess, taking Char's side, stonewalls the question; to her, the answer is yes. Newtypes are worth all this. She then lunges for Amuro's gun, stealing it in one movement, taking Char's side (now physically as well as ideologically), and pointing it at the group.

Quess: "Amuro, you're too small-minded! And not just Amuro, all of you are!"

With that, she goes off with Char without looking back.

Back at the Ra Cailum, everyone is depressed over what happened. Char could tell Quess had talent as a Newtype, and took her under his wing. Before they can spend too long moping, however, Astonaige runs into the room; Char's already on the move again. And this time, he plans to drop Axis, a far larger asteroid.

On a monitor, the crew watches Char's televised speech. god i hate how this game does the monitor effect, impossible to screencap

Char exposits on the sordid history of the New UNE and its predecessors, and how unfairly they've treated spacenoids. The lack of reparations or care for their well-being after all the conflicts they've been through, the way they've been effectively shut out from the Earth and ruled over with an iron fist, how over the years their ranks have become more and more corrupt, especially after Dekim's coup, and given birth to more oppression, and in turn, more conflict. In that sense, the true objective behind the Axis Drop Operation is to end all wars, by eradicating the shambling corpse of the New UNE.

Amuro points out how significant Axis is to Zeon itself as a movement; the first Neo Zeon movement was born there. This is, in every single way, the last resort.

"Everyone! Lend me your strength for just a while longer, so that we may forge our own path and establish a government for us colonists! Then, and only then, may i join my father, Zeon Zum Deikun!"

"We won't let that happen, Char."

#srw r #super robot wars r #lets-play #translation

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Season’s Greetings! I’m writing to you in a frantic state because right now it feels like I have 17 million things on my to-do list and, like the Lernaean Hydra, every time I knock one off it, two more appear in its place! @0@

I guess that begs the question: What have we been up to this past year? Well, besides a beach trip to Corpus Christi, Ren Faire in Bastrop, hike in Dripping Springs, backpacking trip to Lost Maples, enjoying time with my brother’s family and Neil’s parents over Easter, marching on the Capitol for Trans rights, Furry convention in Houston, kayaking the river in Austin, video game convention in Austin, another beach trip to Galveston, seeing the botanical gardens in San Antonio, a visit to Knott’s Scary Farm in Anaheim (CA), another camping trip in Cameron, running our spooky garage walkthrough for Halloween, another Furry convention in San Antonio during the solar eclipse, visiting Neil’s sister and her newborn in Black Hawk (CO), another Ren Faire in Houston, and loads and loads of karaoke/dancing.

The lattermost of those is informed by the fact that we found ourselves a nice little social group based in the Austin/Central Texas area that hosts numerous fun get-togethers several times a month. In fact, the kayaking you see on the enclosed photo was one of said events! It’s an LGBTQ+ group, and I don’t think we’ve ever felt quite as “at home” in Texas as we find ourselves now. Amazing what a sense of belonging will do for a person! And for a couple. In a lot of ways, the events feel like “date nights,” especially when we dress up for the occasion. We’ve become a lot closer emotionally as a result, which has been simply wonderful. <3

Another wonderful thing Neil and I have been doing is book clubbing! We’ve been reading books on various topics that interest us a chapter at a time, taking notes and convening in the evenings to discuss and share our thoughts. We’re both pretty intellectually curious individuals, and it’s additionally illuminating to explore one anothers’ viewpoints and perspectives on the topics. In particular we’ve found our noses in a lot of LGBTQ+ and adjacent books. (I hope you won’t mind if I recommend a couple at the end of this letter!)

I’ve been getting big into advocacy this year. I’m a founding member of the DEI (Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion) Group at my work, and monthly I contribute an article to the Employee Newsletter. If you haven’t gotten enough of my prattling on with this letter, feel free to give them a read:

https://www.linkedin.com/in/rick-zentler-529005147/recent-activity/articles/ Mostly they highlight important LGBTQ+ holidays and their importance to the community, to help raise awareness about marginalized and/or misunderstood groups.

I’ve gotten to get up on stage and give speeches at a couple LGBTQ+ pageants, which are judged also on an interview, costuming, and a performance (guess which of those is my fave, haha). In November I was selected as the winner! How cool is that? I’m hoping to do a lot more educational talks/panels/workshops in 2024 now that I’m an official Titleholder for Central Texas. It’s exciting to not only share my passion with others, but to be recognized for my efforts.

When we last left our intrepid heroes, they were attempting to line up surrogacy. We jointly agreed to press the pause button on that, as Neil decided to “return to school” to get his degree– quotes there because it’s all virtual and paid for by his employer! Definite win! It’s a bit of a juggling act for him to be working full-time and schooling part-time though, plus our new social commitments and time dedicated to one another… adding a newborn on top of that did not seem like the wisest plan. We’ll reassess in a couple years’ time once his degree is complete. The hope is that it will open some doors for him professionally, since well, babies are expensive (especially when you have to “rent a uterus,” LOL).

I think that just about wraps up what’s been going on on our end. Now to get wrapping presents!

We hope this year has brought you as much joy as it has us!

Rick & Neil

Book Recs:

Ace: What Asexuality Reveals about Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex by Angela Chen

Delusions of Gender: How Our Minds, Society, and Neurosexism Create Difference by Cordelia Fine

#zentloper #christmas #xmas #letter #2023

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cattarattat · 1 year

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More corrupt antics by Florida's Republican Party politician Ron DeSantis seeking to oppress anyone or anything that is PRO Civil Rights, PRO Freedom of Speech, and PRO Freedom of Information.

This is just DeSantis PROVING he has NO PROBLEM WITH ABUSING HIS POLITICAL POWER.

Therefore, NOT a guy American citizens would want in the White House!

Roy & Walt Disney did everything legitimately when districting for the Walt Disney World park.

Furthermore, the Walt Disney World park has shown more ethical 'environmental practices' than the State of Florida itself. (So Disney hardly needs a PRO pollution Republican politician like embittered DeSantis telling Disney what it can and cannot do.)

Seems DeSantis could learn a thing or two about ethical practices from Disney rather than undermining the park's districting out of spite.

"But the law does change who controls the government overseeing Disney's kingdom in the state, which could be a harbinger of looming battles as tension mounts between the company, which has increasingly embraced progressive social issues, and the conservative state that has taken up leading a crusade against what it describes as 'woke ideology.'

The new roster of board members, whom DeSantis named Monday, includes Bridget Ziegler, a conservative education activist and co-founder of the right-wing group Moms for Liberty; Ron Peri, chairman of the Gathering USA, a Christian ministry; and three attorneys, including the president of the Federalist Society’s Orlando chapter.

'He appointed cultural warriors, Christian national-types. That’s not an overstatement,' said Richard Foglesong, a political scientist and the author of 'Married to the Mouse: Walt Disney World and Orlando.'

In recent years, Disney has overhauled its products and amusement parks, drawing the ire of conservatives.

Visitors to the Magic Kingdom’s fireworks show are now met with a gender-neutral greeting, a departure from previous welcomes addressing 'ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.' The company has also revamped older attractions criticized as insensitive, including the Jungle Cruise and Pirates of the Caribbean, and is transforming Splash Mountain into a new 'Princess and the Frog'-themed ride after years of complaints about the racism prevalent in 'Song of the South,' the 1946 film that inspired the ride.

The appointees — whom Foglesong likened to appointees to airport authorities or a public works department — don't have say over Disney's products. But they could leverage their positions in Florida’s ongoing culture war clash with Disney in any future requests the company makes for roads, new projects or other ventures.

'That’s a combustible mix, it seems to me, to have people who are censors who are working as supervisors for an arm of the Walt Disney company,' Foglesong said.

The law also changed the special district’s name from the Reedy Creek Improvement District to the Central Florida Tourism Oversight District. In addition, the bill removed some other periphery privileges, such as prohibiting Disney from building a nuclear power plant or an airport at the resort, which the company was unlikely to ever use.

'I think [Disney is] more threatened now than I imagined they would be,' Foglesong said, pointing to the slate of appointees. The New College of Florida in Sarasota, where DeSantis is embarking on a mission to overhaul the small, progressive school into a model of conservatism, is a cautionary tale, he added.

But in other ways, it’s mostly business as usual, at least for now, experts say. Many essential privileges that made Reedy Creek unique remain intact, including the ability to issue bonds. 'Those are the special things about what Reedy Creek did,' Schumer said.

Reedy Creek was born in part from the lessons that brothers Walt and Roy Disney learned from operating Disneyland in Anaheim, which opened in 1955. Their ambitions were curtailed by government red tape, having to work with the city for public services and on zoning issues.

As the brothers looked to expand Disney’s footprint — only 10% of the people who came to Disneyland in California came from east of the Mississippi River — they wanted to have their own self-regulating system. The company eventually settled on Florida and worked with lawmakers to establish the Reedy Creek Improvement District in 1967. The theme park opened a few years later in 1971.

The district, spanning about 40 square miles in Orange and Osceola counties, provides everything from fire protection and emergency medical services to water systems, flood control and electric power generation. Its boundaries include four theme parks, two water parks, a sports complex, 175 miles of roadway, the cities of Bay Lake and Lake Buena Vista, utility centers, more than 40,000 hotel rooms and hundreds of restaurants and retail stores, according to its website.

What's ahead for Disney remains to be seen. DeSantis has called upon the board to propose additional changes in authorities and exemptions in a year and again in five years, Foglesong noted.

'Maybe down the road, [DeSantis] will be able to take another bite of the apple and take away powers and exemptions that the Disney company still has,' Foglesong said."

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First of all Baek, happy belated birthday! You're so young bestie, but enjoy your immortality! Hope you get Seonghwa as a gift, but don't forget to share! 🎉

People absolutely do simp for clowns and I don't know how to feel about it, because clowns is one thing, but murderous clowns? That's a bit too much. 🤚🏻

Please I'm so mad, everyone on my timeline is seeing Ateez in Anaheim, even some of my friends. People in California I hate y'all! I'm currently in Berlin seeing DPR Live later today even though I didn't plan on doing it (and I might run into a "friend" I don't wanna see so rip) and tomorrow I'm going to a drag show. I'm just gonna pretend I'm seeing Ateez 🤡

I thought ToMoons were normal, but this whole issue proved there are many delulus in the fandom. And what is this person on about 😭 leave them alone if you can't support ot5. Btw two members of Treasure have left, 2022 isn't stopping... I don't follow the group, but I know Yedam was their best vocalist and trained for years so wtf

Sometimes they correct the mistakes during music shows, but only if they're more visible. I remember Ateez taking another shot once, but then with other small mistakes they didn't, tbh I usually don't notice anyway. But I saw Stray Kids make some mistakes - Woojin literally left mid-promo - so they struggled a bit

Please not Inkigayo sandwiches, I eat weird shit but no no no no ☠

Speaking of model Seonghwa...

"tbh i don’t even watch lives if psh isn’t in it" jshshshsushshdhshhs okay, but same. 😭 I usually don't watch lives in general, sometimes they play randomly and that's it. But Twitter is good for that, I don't need to watch shit yet still see the best bits!

I hope Exoplanet is real, but also if you can't go what's the point bestie :/

Baeksy can you believe I'm suddenly back to uni and got myself a boyfriend too?! Look it's HIM 😊😊😊😊

I can't with this fucking guy?!?!? 🧎🏼‍♀️I wanted to send the same thing, because what in the strip club?! Another WIP - Hwa as a night club dancer 🤚🏻

Poor Maddox, hopefully Hongjoong eventually replies/ed, but you're right Park Seonghwa would respond in a second <3

Why would booktook people take the website down? Omfg that Hoover woman and her followers are such a menace, my friend works in a bookstore and everytime someone buys/orders her books she dies inside a little bit.

Oh no, Yeosang viral zipper moment, the likessss 😭

???

The sneaky tongue I CANNOT he's a snake for real.

Also omg CHOI MINHO first solo album apparently?! And did you see Shinee's season's greetings?! From classical musicians to cereal lmao. It's a shame Minho's drama got indefinitely postponed, but I understand considering the tragedy

Hear me out: Seonghwa as a college student and part-time worker AU, he works at a bakery and laundry place (he does a terrible job at both but I go there every day) perhaps he's a night club dancer too 🙈 DV 💖

hi hello!!!

First of all Baek, happy belated birthday! You're so young bestie, but enjoy your immortality! Hope you get Seonghwa as a gift, but don't forget to share! 🎉

THANK YOU!! ANHDKW “you’re so young” cried bc i didnt want to grow old <//3 BESTIE NOT ANYMORE 😭😭😭 hoping to ask for seonghwa’s hand in marriage and i wILL SHARE

People absolutely do simp for clowns and I don't know how to feel about it, because clowns is one thing, but murderous clowns? That's a bit too much. 🤚🏻

NOO BC I GET PPL LIKE THAT ZOOTOPIA FOX BUT A WHOLE CLOWN??? murderous on top of that??? what the hell 😭😭

NO BC ALL THOSE ANONS ON MY BLOG ARE SEEING THEM SAW THEM IN ANAHEIM 🔫🔫🔫 “People in California I hate y'all!” I AGREE TO THIS !!! U GET EVERYTHING SHARE A LITTLE 🔫🔫 omg an anon on this blog is also seeing dpr in berlin,,, 2 anons 1 spACE U GUYS BETTER COME OUT AS FRIENDS omg let us know how all of that went!!

i thought they were quite chill too but i was scrolling thru the timeline and saw some questionable things 🔫🔫 omg i was sO surprised at yedam leaving like this guy was like the face?? the ace and everything?? he spent all his life training and just 2 years into the career suddenly its poof ??? sounds sus but also heartbreaking to leave a career you’ve worked so hard for 😭😭😭

AHHHH im sure the recordings last way into the nights at times? oHHHH RIGHT RIGHT was there some sort of tension bc of the mistakes? truly was a mess of an era im sure they must’ve been frustrated,,, BESTIE WHY NOT FBAKFBKW EAT IT FOR THE EXPERIENCE,, THE CHARACTER EXPERIENCE!!!!! TICK IT OFF THE BUCKETLIST!!

Speaking of model Seonghwa...

STOP STOP STOP THE WAY I GASPED STOP THAYS HOW THIS MAN dm MAKES HIS ENTRY IN THE FUCKING FIC HES THE MAN OF THE SHOW ANONNNN DOMT MAKE ME WRITE A MODEL AU AGAIN

LMFAOOOO for seonghwa its just that he’s always doing some kind of expression, the smirks and the teasing iM ALWAYS GONNA WATCH HIS DBDB so vvv entertaining >> YEAH EXACTLY TWT HIGHLIGHTS THE BEST PARTS

I hope Exoplanet is real, but also if you can't go what's the point bestie :/

im hoping it is but i don’t think exo even know they’re having a concert 😭😭😭🤚🏼 NO EXACTLY WHATS THE FUCKING POINT,,, bUT taeyeon’s holding concerts now! about to start crying at cold as hell <33

Baeksy can you believe I'm suddenly back to uni and got myself a boyfriend too?! Look it's HIM 😊😊😊😊

HELLO I WAS LIKE BESTIE U GOT A BF??? HOW WHEN I NEED TO KNOW IF IT WAS LIKE AN AU,,, SMH BUT THIS COUNTS TOO no but the clothing is so pretty but the shipping 😭

I can't with this fucking guy?!?!? 🧎🏼‍♀️I wanted to send the same thing, because what in the strip club?! Another WIP - Hwa as a night club dancer 🤚🏻

im sorry what the fUCK IS THAT FBQKDHKS SEONGHWAS WOLF WHEN,,, hwa as a night club dancer 👁🤚🏼👁🤚🏼 im looking at tenelkadjowrites for that one bc their new fic is 98% smut 2% plot = amazing <3

Poor Maddox, hopefully Hongjoong eventually replies/ed, but you're right Park Seonghwa would respond in a second <3 //// Why would booktook people take the website down? Omfg that Hoover woman and her followers are such a menace, my friend works in a bookstore and everytime someone buys/orders her books she dies inside a little bit.

if hongjoong doesn’t marry seonghwa atp im gonna take him,, STOP OKAY THIS GIRLIE HAMED AUTUMN HERBS FBWMJDWK 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫

apparently there was another acc that had 1.1 million likes on a video that shows how to use zlib 😭😭😭 it’s on sight for any coho fan i see,,, NO BC WHAT IS THIS

AND

?????

omg esp with christmas coming ur friend’s gonna be suffering 😭😭

Oh no, Yeosang viral zipper moment, the likessss 😭

the PERSON WAS SO CLOSE SIR U MIGHT AS WELL HAVE ZIPPED IT UP FJWKJDKW

??? //// The sneaky tongue I CANNOT he's a snake for real.

LMFAOOOO THATS ME IM IN THE PICTURE FBWKDH <33 and NO

PLS I SAW I CANT WAIT FOR WHAT HE DOES OMF PLS IF HE DO SOME RETRO-Y 1OF1 STYLING TYPE IM GONNA PASS AWAY,,, I DID LMFAOOOO SMS SO UNSERIOUS,, CEREALS 😭😭😭 omg now that everything’s having dates back im so excited for his show <33

LMFAOOOO IM SEEING GOOD BOY IN THE DAY BAD BOY AT NIGHT TROPE 👁👁 he’s the super nice sweet guy at campus but one day ur friend drags u to the club on the other wide of the town and its just him dancing there and it starts from there

omg but did hear ten’s new song birthday??? its so good????

no bc this is so true

WHATS HE DOING GHWK

😭😭😭

MUBANK WORLD TOUR??? BESTIE WERENT WE TALKING ABOUT THIS WITH WHEN KPOP CAME TO LONDON,,, ITS BEGINNING

HIS EYES

this is either duke or the new hwa in the fic

hear me out,,, doctor hwa au

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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Trevor Zegras

Another imagine, requests are open

I can’t stand him. I want to slap him across his stupid face. I work at a nice restaurant that the Anaheim Ducks players go to and they always come in and sit in this private area we have. Due to the fact that I’m one of the best waitresses that works here I get to work exclusively in said section.

Anaheim has a lot of famous people coming in and out but the different members of the Ducks are here almost every day. I’ve become friends with most of them especially the younger guys like Max Comtois and Troy Terry. I’m 22 so it makes perfect sense that I would click with them.

For some reason that I can’t explain, one particular Ducks player loves ruining my day. I think he comes in just to torture me. “Are you incompetent?”

I sigh, “Trevor I think we both know that I’m competent, thank you for asking though.” I try to keep my voice calm. I refuse to let him get under my skin. I turn toward Jamie, who is clearly uncomfortable, and give him a smile. “Hey Jamie, anything I can get for you?”

“Just another water would be great, the food is amazing thank you y/n.” He smiles as he says it and puts me at ease. Jamie was always kind to me, I don’t think he could hurt a fly. “Crap, I almost forgot! Are you coming to Troy’s for the barbecue on Friday?”

I’ve completely forgotten about the other boy sitting at the table because I’m actually really excited for the barbecue. “Yeah, I am! Dani invited me, she’s the sweetest! I assume you both are going right?”

Jamie is about to speak when Trevor interrupts, “Duh, of course, we’re going. That was a dumb question.”

“Right, sorry about that. Well, I guess I’ll see the both of you there then, let me know if either of you need anything else.” I take a deep breath and grab Jamie’s water. When I come back to the table I quickly set down the water and smile at Jamie. For the rest of the night, I’m silently upset and waiting for Trevor to leave.

But I would never tell him that because he doesn’t even deserve my anger.

On Friday I take an early shift so that I can come to the barbecue. It isn’t hard to get someone to switch with me because my section is great tipping-wise.

I show up at Troy’s I’m greeted by an overly excited Dani. Ugh, I love her. “Hey I’m so happy you’re here! Come on everyone is out back.” I follow her to the backyard. Getz is cooking and Troy is standing next to him pretending to help. Most of the boys are shirtless and playing tournament-style spike ball.

I see the group of girls. I know all the wives and girlfriends, they are truly amazing. I used to think girls that are that pretty are stuck up and rude but they are actually really welcoming and kind. I’m talking with Alexa and I notice Trevor with some girl. She’s gorgeous and Blonde and everything I wish I was.

I feel this pit in my stomach and I excuse myself. I realize right away that I’m jealous and I’m not totally sure why. It could be that fact that she’s utterly gorgeous or that she’s wearing 1000-dollar pants that I’ve dreamed of having but could never afford to buy. It could be the fact that she looks like she would totally fit in with the other wags.

Then it hits me. I’m jealous because Trevor clearly likes her and for some reason, he can’t stand me.

Now I’m mad. I’m practically seething because how dare he constantly makes me feel this way. How dare he make me feel jealous. I’m sitting at the bottom of the stairs trying to calm myself down so I don’t end up slapping him. Then the door opens and someone walks in.

I keep my head down hoping they won’t see me or will avoid me. “Sup loser why’d you ditch us.” I look up to see none other than Trevor Zegras staring back at me. ”Oh Shit, what’s up with you?”

“Nothing Trevor, nothing is up with me!” I get up and attempt to push past him but he doesn’t let me.

He tilts his head to the side slightly and says in a soft voice. “You know you can talk to me right, I can be douchey sometimes but I’m not a total asshole.”

For some reason, his kindness makes me more upset. “Douchey sometimes is the understatement of the century. Why don’t you go back to blondie and leave me alone Trevor.” I pause and take a breath. “Excuse me please.”

I walk back outside and rejoin the girls and I see the girl Trevor came with. I shoot her a smile because she is probably really sweet and I feel bad for calling her Blondie like it was an insult. She smiles back and I continue to talk to the wags.

After many hours of ignoring Trevor at all costs, I’m helping Dani clean up. All the girls have gone home and a few of the younger guys are still here hanging out with Troy in the living room. We go to wash our hands and she turns to me, “Thank you so much for coming and helping. I’m going to go to bed but you can stick around with the guys if you want.”

“Thank you for having me, I’m probably just going to head home but I’ll say goodbye to the guys first.” I give her a hug and walk into the living room. Sitting there is Troy, Max, Jamie, Josh, and Trevor. “Hey guys, I’m going to head out.” I walk over to Troy and the guys stand up. “Thanks for having me.” I smile and hug him. Then one by one I hug Max, Jamie, and Josh.

When I get to Trevor I’m not really sure what to do. It would be awkward if I didn’t hug him because I hugged all the other guys. Regardless of the fact that they know we aren’t really best friends. With the other guys, I did the normal friend hug. Their arms went over, mine went under, and it lasted like two seconds.

Trevor immediately puts his arms around my waist and I’m forced to put my arms around his neck. Damnit he smells nice. As much as I would like to stay in this position for much longer than two seconds, one hug will not erase his past wrongs. I let go and take a few steps backward. “Bye guys,” I say and walk outside.

I’m not even at my car yet when I hear, “Y/n wait up!”

“What do you want Trevor,” I say as I turn towards him.

He stops in front of me and takes a breath. “I just need to ask you something,” he pauses. “You clearly never liked me very much, which is unfortunate seeing as I’ve always had a thing for you. Anyway, tonight you seemed a little jealous and I wanted to know why.”

I can hardly think. He’s always had a thing for me, since when? “Trevor what are you talking about, you’ve always hated me.”

“Hated you!? Why in the world do you think I hate you?”

“You ignored me for weeks after we first met then you always come into my work with new clever ways to insult me. On top of that, whenever I look at you you’re glaring at me!” I’m almost shouting so I try to recollect myself.

He smirks at me, “I ignored you for weeks because I had a thing for you but I was a rookie and you mean a lot to the guys. I was nervous that if I went for it I would screw it up. The insults thing, you always seem so calm and collected and you look hot when you get all riled up. Plus Troy told me you like intellectuals so I thought if I used big words you would think it was attractive. Also, I’m not glaring at you I’m trying to figure you out. Women are confusing.”

He spoke these insane words so calmly and soft, for a second I thought he was joking. I realize that he definitely isn’t by the way he takes a step closer to me. “That is the most nonsensical reasoning for that behavior that I’ve ever heard! You are so damn lucky you’re charming or no one would put up with this bullshit! You can’t just--”

Then he kisses me. For a moment I’m too shocked to respond but my body takes over and I’m kissing him back. He backs me up until my back hits my car. His hands are on my hips and they are veering a little low. My hands are tangled through his incredibly soft hair. It is the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had.

After a few more moments I push him away. “Wait! What about that girl you came with earlier? I swear Zegras if you just kissed me when you have a girlfriend--”

“She’s a friend of my brothers and honestly she’s totally into Jamie. He’s just clueless. I brought her to make you jealous.”

I look up at him trying to hide my smile. “Trevor that is so stupid.”

“I know, but do I get another kiss anyway?” He looked so cute and happy, how could I possibly say no? So I leaned back in.

He kisses me softer at first but we are back to the passionate kissing in no time. I pull apart when I hear whistling coming from the porch. I look over and see four boys standing in the doorway.

“You owe me 20 bucks,” Troy says holding his hand out to Max.

Max looks at me while he grabs his wallet and says, “Damnit Y/n I thought you were better than this. I was hoping you’d reject him and we’d come out to see you punching his face, not eating it.”

I just smile and give Trevor a peck on the cheek before getting in my car and driving home. Gosh, those boys are going to be the death of me.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #max comtois #troy terry #jamie drysdale #josh mahura #anahiem ducks

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And now, a repost of my earlier concept for what I came up with for a quality Haunted Mansion film, in the wake of new plot details and cast going around:

The film should start with a series of striking images, taken from the ride, but done in a very realistic manner with some stylized elements, as if they were filmed on an antique motion picture camera: a man’s legs, stepping off the rafters inside a home under construction and a loud snapping noise, a hallway of formal portraits with the subjects decaying into rotting corpses, a medium with a crystal ball and her back turned to the camera, obscured by a large antique chair, a cemetery of stone monuments expanding gradually as if viewed by time lapse. Over this would be narration about some homes, some pieces of land, just being cursed, or doomed, and on these properties, the inexplicable and horrible builds up over the years, creating a cycle of negative energy that leads to a haunting which cannot be contained or described by the actions of the living - a crash of thunder, the title comes up, and then a smash cut to….

…a tour guide, in what is plainly a tourist attraction, foyer identical to the Disneyland mansion, delivering the rest of the opening spiel about the old Gracey house and how it contains 999 restless spirits, and should you dare to go inside, you might join them…forever! Cut to a bored and paltry group of tourists. A Halloween grade skeleton coated in cobwebs is slumped in the corner, there is a rack of postcards on a counter, etc. This scene transitions to the exterior - it is Halloween night, and the mansion sits on the edge of a swamp, but down the street is just typical street of businesses outside the gates and cemetery of the mansion. Jack o’lanterns are piled outside the gates and fake cobwebs adorn the plaque bearing the Gracey Manor name.

From there, our protaganists, a twenty-something aged group of paranormal enthusiasts, are introduced sneaking into the cemetery after hours, talking amongst themselves about what they’ve heard about the Gracey place: the suicides plaguing the construction of it, that the owner was in secret a pirate captain and dumped his wife in a well, that no, it was the wife who murdered her husbands, that the owner was really an eccentric world traveler who collected cursed and bizarre artifacts and put them in the home, that a spirit medium investigating the house died under odd circumstances and her head was never found, that the owner and his wife died during an earthquake one day, and so on - all the various backstories both used and unused for the attractions around the world. Eventually, they sneak inside, and are greeted with what is clearly a recording of the same Paul Frees narration (when hinges creak in doorless chambers) and a hokey recreation of the skeleton dropping from the ceiling, which they scoff at. Going further in, they are in the portrait hall as in the ride at Anaheim, but the candles lining the walls flicker and die, then all the light seems to be sucked out of the room, leaving them in a black void, lightning and thunder booming in a very loud manner, the intruders panicking - until light returns and they find they are outside the mansion again seemingly, the trees gnarled and creaking in the wind, full moon shining down on the gravestones, and the blue lights flitting about the graves slowly turn into ghosts from all eras, ignoring them. The only place to run is into the house, as the fence around the graveyard seems to stretch into infinity, and once inside, the house warps further, changes around them, flickering between aspects of all the Mansion attractions, with them literally trying to find a way out, the ghosts alternately threatening them, or in the eventual case of Madame Leota and a tour guide who has been trapped in the netherworld of the Mansion, trying to help them solve the mysteries of what happened and escape.

This would leave room for concepts from all eras and iterations of the Mansion and it’s development, and also have space for the ghosts being self aware they are trapped in a tourist attraction in some cases and there being dark humor arising from their attempts to communicate, scare, or just avoid the boredom of being in the house for hundreds of years, mixed with genuine unsettling specters and grim concepts along with the investigators who broke in being genuinely emotionally affected by some of their experiences, given this proves the existence of life after death. That is what I would want to see, at any rate, not a film taking itself too seriously but also not resorting to trite lessons about estranged family or the value of loving each other, done in a manner that is at times genuinely unsettling and flat out weird.

After thinking about this general outline, a few more points came up:

A few more points, as I thought of them while preparing dinner.

it would never be explained in the film outright, but the core concept would be the house/tourist attraction building itself would be a cosmic level supernatural being in its own right and could change the interior at will, as well as holding the ghosts and entities inside ‘trapped’ there. basically a giant supernatural venus fly trap. it is alive.

the paranormal investigators trapped within would venture at one point into the literal ghost town from the end of Phantom Manor, perhaps the conservatory scene morphing into it

the end of the movie would have whatever section of the house they were in peeling apart, disintegrating, into a odd dark void of vaguely organic nature, with a barely glimpsed, tentacled, disturbing beating ‘heart’ that releases waves of ectoplasmic energy and makes them sick when the waves touch them. the house is threatened by them being so close to its core, so it literally spits them out, them landing roughly on the cemetery lawn, all except one who is missing….

the final coda of the film would be another tour group walking down the corridor of doors, as we know it from Anaheim and WDW, cheesy sound effects echoing about, the door handles shaking or knocking, but among the ‘family photos’ on the walls is one of the missing investigator, a look of abject terror on their face, seeming to look a little more decayed, and we hear a faint echo of their voice calling out asking where they are, to let me out of here, where is everybody?….then cut to sudden black, and THE END? title card as in old schlocky b movie horror and scifi movies.

#Haunted Mansion #Disneyland

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starrybethany · 4 years

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Maybe Someday - Matthew Tkachuk Imagine

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He’s kissing on my neck but it’s like I can’t feel it. I fake a moan, I close my eyes. He doesn’t realize that I close my eyes to imagine that he’s someone else. Like I always do.

His lips were always on mine. And when they weren’t, he was talking- talking about how his team is playing Brady’s next week or how Taryn is preparing for college or how his dad chirped him on the phone last night.

“Y/N, you’re hurting me,” he murmurs. My eyes snap open. This isn’t Matthew, it’s Curtis. Curtis from the bar- good Curtis, who scared off the douchebag who was hitting on me and carried a respectful conversation with me. That’s when I decided to go home and sleep with him. I release my grip on his hair and my knuckles turn from white to red.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

“No, it’s okay,” he reassures, placing a soft kiss on my cheek. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Not really.”

Curtis looks surprised to see me, and I’m just as surprised as him, but I hide my shock better.

“Do you two know each other?” My manager asks, eyes sliding between me and the boy across from me.

“No,” I quickly say, eyes connecting to Curtis’ bowtie. Matthew would never wear a bowtie- he always said that ties were more professional, people took you more seriously. A fun suit, though. He liked to switch it up once and a while.

My boss doesn’t believe me but brushes it off, leaving me with Curtis to train him.

“Do you, uh, do you want to talk about the other night?” He coughs awkwardly.

“No.”

He stands dumbly beside me, watching as I organize the money drawer, quickly counting the bills and coins and making sure everything is there.

“Oh, um. Do you just want to put everything behind us then? Start new?” He questions.

“I don’t believe in starting new,” I admit strongly, tensing then relaxing when the next words leave my lips. “Even if I was the one to give off a shitty impression. I do, though, believe in growth and moving on. And if you’re willing to move on, I’m willing to move on.”

He nods quickly, eyes glimmering. Clearly, there’s still some interest there despite the fact that I made him feel like an awful partner in the bedroom. “I’m willing to move on.”

I wonder what Matthew would think if he knew I was doing this right now. Curtis leaves gentle kisses on my jaw and I try my best to focus on that, but I can’t help to think of Matthew’s face when he realized what I was doing.

Those pained green eyes haunt me in my sleep. I wake up every night in a sweat, wishing I would’ve focused all of my love and attention on him like he did for me.

I see the whitened fists from him clenching his hands so tight when I brush my teeth, and I remember his curly hair swaying as he shook his head while I pleaded for him to stay as I wash my dinner plate.

I’m sorry. Please stay, Matthew, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.

But how do you explain that you’re afraid to commit to the one person who would give up the entire world for you?

“Hey, uh, I think I’m bleeding.” My eyes snap to Curtis’ but he’s looking down at his arm, where my fingernails are digging deep into his skin.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” I mumble, nudging his body off of me and standing up.

I clean the marks for him.

“I’m outside,” I tell Curtis, staring up at his brick apartment.

It’s been two months since we started dating. I guess you could call it dating. I mean, we kiss and make out and talk and cuddle, but it doesn’t go much beyond that. Every time it starts to I think about Matthew.

Matthew’s breath on my lips, his fingers gliding over my soft skin, the words of worship leaving his mouth. Really, just anything about Matthew. I always feel like I’m thinking about him, and I know that I should get over it by now, since it’s been three months since he ended things with me, but I can’t.

Something’s holding me back. The feeling of losing the best thing that ever happened to me and forgetting that it ever happened is holding me back.

“I can’t stay long,” I remind him for the millionth time. Curtis pleaded with me to hang out tonight and I reluctantly gave in, wanting to get home in time to watch the entirety of the Flames vs. Blue Jackets game by myself.

My feet carry me up the brick stairs to my partner’s apartment and he’s waiting at the door for me, a bright smile on his face. He’s always smiling when he sees me.

Matthew would always give me a mischievous look that let me know he was up to no good. Then I would find a toy spider in my underwear drawer or my shoelaces would be pulled out of my running shoes.

“Oh, hello,” I greet the group of five people as Curtis welcomes me into his apartment. I was unaware that this would be a group event- Matthew would always ask me before inviting people over, even though we mainly hung over at his apartment.

My eyes move between the three guys and two ladies, my heart dropping as I recognize one of the girls. My heart beats faster and I pray to God that she doesn’t say anything.

“Hey, I know you, you were dating my neighbor, right?” She asks.

I nod wordlessly, afraid of what would happen if I were to open my mouth. I’m not sure if I would vomit or if I would vomit words.

“What happened? You two were so cute together.”

How do I tell this woman that I ruined it all? That I completely fucked up and Matthew will never forgive me, and you know what, no one can blame him.

“Just didn’t work out.”

They drop it but my brain doesn’t. My brain never forgets Matthew. I want to leave as soon as my plate was empty, but one of the guys turns on the Flames game and my mouth gets dry when I see that mouthguard hanging out of the side of his mouth.

I always used to tease him about that and he would just smile, telling me it’s a habit that he doesn’t want to fix.

Ruining my relationship with him is something I wish I could fix.

“I have to go.” My voice cracks and I hate it. Curtis looks concerned and his friends share glances, but I ignore it, hurrying to put my shoes and coat on and get out before I’m sobbing into the fabric of Curtis’ couch.

“Is something wrong?” He questions, resting a hand on my lower back.

I almost shudder at the contact.

“See you Monday.” His front door slams shut behind me and I hurry down the stairs to my car, tears streaming down my berry-colored cheeks as soon as I close the door.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Matthew deserves better than anything I could ever give him. That thought alone makes my chest heave and my vision starts to blacken as my breathing gets shallower. The realization of the situation hits me.

But I did this to myself. So I have to pay the consequences.

Once a cheater always a cheater.

I guess I never learn my lesson, right? I guess waking up tomorrow in this stranger’s bed with guilt filling me from head to toe isn’t enough torture, right? I need to live with that guilt and agony every time I see Curtis or hear Matthew’s name.

The liquor running through my veins thinks it’s a good idea.

It welcomes me to accept the fear that I’m holding. The fear of being connected to one person for the rest of my life, the fear that the person I decide to stay with may not actually be the one for me.

And is it bad that I feel worse for cheating on Matthew than I do for cheating on Curtis? I see a future with Matthew, not with Curtis.

My arms tangle around this stranger’s neck, allowing him to kiss softly down my throat. Matthew was always good at this. It somehow turned me on yet made me feel loved at the same time.

“My place or yours?” He breathes into my skin.

“Yours,” my eyes remain closed. I don’t want my home to be tinted from the memories of Matt.

He told me that his parents were coming to Calgary. They were coming to watch a game and spend the weekend with him and he wanted me to join them. He joked that I couldn’t say no because he already told them about me, but the look in his eye told me that he would respect it if I did say no.

I said yes. And I had the best weekend with Matt, Keith, and Chantal going to the Calgary Tower and the zoo and acting like a tourist in the city I’ve grown up in. We watched Matt’s game together and cheered at the win and during breaks in the play, Keith would give us updates on the Senators game against the Islanders.

Chantal told me about how much Brady likes playing for the Senators and how Taryn really wanted to come with, how she really wanted to meet me after how much Matt has talked about me, but she couldn’t leave school.

And I was on a high the whole week after their visit. I was so pleased that our relationship was going so well.

I could spend all of the time in the world with Matt without getting sick of him and I met his parents and hell, it seemed like everything was going in the right direction.

Then I went out to the bar with my friends. I gushed about my perfect hockey-player-boyfriend and our incredible relationship and they approached the situation with hesitance.

“Have you checked his phone lately? What do you mean he has a passcode, what is he trying to hide?”

“How do you know he doesn’t have girls in other cities when he leaves? He could easily hide it and you know his teammates would defend him.”

“He’d probably hold his salary over your head at the end of the day, Y/N. He’d use it as a way to control you.”

“Aren’t you afraid of getting too serious with him right now? You’re so young.”

With shot after shot, glass of wine after a margarita, their words sunk under my skin. It cemented the doubts I already had, yet had forgotten about for the past week. Matt was in Anaheim at the time, they had a game the next morning, and I convinced myself that he was screwing another girl all throughout the night.

So I decided to do the same.

My fingernails dig into the side of the Styrofoam cup, causing a dent. I know what I need to do but that doesn’t make this any easier.

“Curtis, we need to end this. End this, thing, whatever we have,” I stutter through, running a hand through my hair. I hadn’t planned what I wanted to say in my head at all. I just know I needed to say it, needed to do something to become better.

To heal, to process.

He looks up from his phone, a shocked expression on his face. “What? Why?”

“It’s just, we need to, Curtis,” I insist. The chair scrapes against the dirty café tiles as I rise, rushing out the front door.

“Wait, talk to me, Y/N,” he pleads, catching up to me on the way to my car. He shuts the door as I begin to open it. “Just tell me, please. I can handle it.”

I turn around, tears already welling in my eyes. I shouldn’t be crying, I’m the one who did this to him. I’m the one who hurt him. “I cheated on you.”

I watch his Adam’s apple as he swallows. “Why?”

“I have so much pain inside-“”No,” he stops me sternly, “Why wasn’t I enough?”

“Because you’re not him!” I yell, exasperated. No one will ever be Matthew. And Matthew won’t even be the Matthew I had when he was mine. I broke his trust; I broke his belief in love and that’s the worst thing that you can do to someone.

“You’re not him,” I repeat in a raspy voice, letting the tears flow down my cheeks at the realization. I fuck everyone over. And I’m trying to do better, hell I’m telling Curtis instead of letting him find out like Matt did, but Curtis had to chase me to get me to do that.

For some reason, Curtis pulls me into his chest, taking the cup from my shaky hands and resting it on the hood of my car. My chest rises and falls with the loud thumping of my heart as I wind my arms around him, gripping him as tight as I can. I know it probably hurts.

But I have a feeling it can’t hurt more than the aching feeling in my chest, the longing for the love that I once had.

And I have no one to blame but myself.

I knew that he was suspicious. He was suspecting something. I could feel his eyes on me longer than he usually stared, his eyes would gaze at my phone whenever it would light up, he would ask me more and more questions every time I went out with my friends.

I told myself even before taking the first guy to bed that I would have two rules during my affairs. The first rule would be that we could never go back to my place.

Matt and I never moved in together. We planned on revisiting the topic after a year together. We would probably have moved in together in my apartment since he always said that it was more comfortable and he felt more at home than his apartment, but we never got to the one year. We were two months away.

The second rule would be that my new partner for the night had to use protection. I didn’t want to risk any STIs and even though I’m on birth control, any babies. I’m a horrible enough person, me raising a baby wouldn’t be fair for anyone.

Matt had gone to one of his teammate’s friends for a movie night. I don’t know, I wasn’t really listening. All I could think was ‘how pretty is this girl that he’s cheating on me with?’ I had called my friends and we got ready together in my apartment. I listened as they talked about their plans to get all of us laid tonight, and that includes you, Y/N. If your boyfriend is having fun, you can too.

Matt had found me in a gender-neutral bathroom that night, panties down to my ankles and dress pulled up to my belly button. The guy was buried inside of me. All of the desire and lust I had vanished when I saw his face.

Oh gosh. His face.

I dream about his face every night, the smiles, the funny faces, the laughs. But this face is in all of my nightmares.

Pain came first. Pain came in the form of tight lips and closed eyes. Hurt followed. His eyes widened and his lips went down. The bathroom door closed behind him.

I remember hurrying to push the guy away from me, bile and the alcohol I had drank rising in my throat as I pulled up my panties and yanked down my dress.

I caught him in the parking lot.

“He said so much to me, yet it’s etched into every corner of my brain. Y/N, I gave you everything I had. I gave you my heart, body, and soul. I was willing to put everything on the line for you. I saw a future with you and somehow, even though my heart is breaking into two, I still do. You met my friends- fuck- you met my family and none of that means anything to you, does it? I tried to disagree, but he wouldn’t hear me. I don’t blame him.” I pause the story to wipe a tear from my eye, ignoring the concerned looks from people wondering why I’m crying in this café. “He told me that I broke his heart and that he’ll never be able to love again. And that, clearly, we were over.”

Curtis watches as I stare at the table in shame. I don’t know what else to say. I haven’t tried to contact him at all. It seems disrespectful to him and his healing process.

“It’s been four months,” I grab a napkin to blow my nose, enjoying the burn of the harsh fabric on my skin. “And my friends tell me I shouldn’t still be heartbroken, he was probably cheating on me too, but I don’t know. I’m still in love with that man.”

“You remember his neighbor? The one that I’m friends with?” He speaks, pushing my story to the side. I nod, briefly remembering the girl from when I went to his apartment. “She says he’s much different now that you’ve ended things. He doesn’t leave his apartment except for work, he avoids eye contact with everyone in the hallways, and apparently he looks like he’s in rough shape.”

I bite my lip, processing his words. That’s not the Matt that I remember. Matt loved talking sports with the elderly man next door, he paid attention to his physique to remain in shape for the season, and if he wasn’t watching a movie at home, he was spending time with one of his friends.

Guilt bubbles in my chest. I fucked him up. And it did heavy damage. I bury my head in my hands, wanting to reverse the past seven months to take back what I did to him.

“How do I fix this?”

“You can’t,” Curtis responds quietly, watching as I take the information in. “But you can make it better.”

“How?”

“Talk to him. That’s what he needs.”

Hi Matthew,

I don’t even know how to start this. I’m sorry for writing this, I’m sorry for having to write this in the first place. And I’m sorry that I’m too much of a little bitch to tell you this myself. And I’m sorry if this brings up old shit that you’re trying to heal from or you’re already over everything and your new girlfriend is reading this over your shoulder going, “Oh, is this the slut you were telling me about?”

And I’m sorry for what I did to you. I’m really, really sorry. No words can express how apologetic I am and how much I regret putting you through the pain that I put you through. You treated me like I walked on water. You bought me souvenirs from the cities that you played in and spent days off buried in bed with me, laughing over stupid TikToks.

I destroyed that for us. For you. And I am so sorry.

Love,

Y/N

I realize that I put love while folding the laundry two days after putting the letter in the mailbox. I freeze with the movement, blood running cold.

I mean, it’s true. I still do love him. But he doesn’t care, he hates me. That ‘love’ probably felt like a punch in the gut. I bet he feels like I never loved him because of what I did to him. How can you say you love someone and then turn around and completely betray them?

That night I dream of two kids, a mini him and a mini me, running around a kitchen. He’s standing beside me, an arm wrapped around my waist and a smile just as big as the one he had the day we first met.

Matthew texts me a couple days later. The few days that I waited I switched between nervously anticipating his response and never expecting it to come. He texts me at night, asking me to meet him for coffee the next morning.

I can’t sleep that night. A million and one thoughts run through my head. When did he unblock my number? It’s not like I tried to contact him after the breakup, but I almost did on multiple nights after one too many drinks.

How will he react when seeing me? Will it be like when he saw me for the first time, or will he immediately visualize some other dude inside of me? I can’t help but think of how he’ll look. I always liked his hair more grown out, so that’s how he left it a lot.

I wonder if he cut it, the length reminding him too much of me.

I get there twenty minutes early. I want him to know that this is important to me. That he’s important to me, as shitty as I may show it. I twirl the coffee cup in my hands, taking off the protective holder to let the hotness burn the palm of my hands.

I know it as soon as he enters. My eyes lift from the lid of my cup to meet his. He hasn’t changed a bit; he looks just the way that I remember. His scruff is longer than I ever remember it getting, but it looks nice.

It suits him.

He slides into the seat across from me, leaning back in the wire chair and crossing his arms over his chest. He stares at me with a blank expression, daring me to say the first word. I know he won’t- he shouldn’t have to, I’m the one who messed everything up.

“Um, did you want to get something? They have really good steamers here,” I begin, weakly motioning towards the order station.

He shakes his head silently, staring me down.

“Thank you for, uh, coming, and um, hearing me out,” I stutter through, practically shaking under his intense gaze.

“Why’d you do it?”

I knew the question would come. And he deserves to know the answer, too. It’s just- the reasons are stupid, beyond pathetic reasons. And if I tell him, he can never unhear it. And knowing Matt, I don’t know if he’ll feel comfortable living with this thought for the rest of his life. I take a deep breath. “Well, um, I guess it was to get back at you, really. My friends convinced me that you were cheating on me.”

He raises his eyebrows. “And you believed them? And cheated on me instead of talking to me about it?”

“It’s stupid, I know.” I bite my lip, brushing a stray hair out of my face. His eyes follow the action.

“How many times?”

I wince at the question. If he didn’t like the answer to the last question, he definitely won’t like the answer to this one. And even though I was the one who was doing it, I don’t like the answers either. “Three.”

“Three times?” I can feel the bite in his voice, and I sink down in my seat, ashamed and humiliated because of my actions. I can’t even make eye contact with him, but I can feel him practically burying me into the ground with his eyes. “With the same person or different people?”

“Different people,” my voice is barely over a whisper.

“I don’t know what would be better,” he retorts. I watch his arms drop to his sides in disbelief at the answer. “The fact that you would sleep with other men and then with me-“”I made them use condoms,” I quickly interrupt, cringing as soon as I do it.

I probably shouldn’t be interrupting him right now or trying to defend myself. I need to take this time to take responsibility for my actions and beg for forgiveness.

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long were you cheating on me?” He demands.

“A month and a half,” I answer shyly.

“You cheated on me three times over a month and a half?” He confirms.

I nod, swallowing the bile rising in my throat. When he turns his head to the side, I can see the tears glistening his eyes over.

I’ve never seen Matthew cry. He never wanted to cry in front of me- I could cry in front of him at anything but he would never cry in front of me. When I asked him about it one time, he told me that it’s because he needs to be strong and be able to protect me.

I was supposed to do that too. Not by not crying, but by faithful and giving him all of my love. Instead, I’m bringing him to the point of tears by telling him all about my infidelity.

“Matthew, I know it doesn’t mean anything, but I’m sorry,” I breathe out.

“You could say that a hundred times and I still wouldn’t care,” he shakes his head.

Hurt flashes through my body at his words, but my brain forces me to understand. He doesn’t need to care about me anymore, I hurt him as bad as you can hurt a person. I should just be grateful enough that he’s still with me right now.

“Thank you for being the best boyfriend I could ever have. You did so much for me and I, I never appreciated it as much as I should have,” I speak slowly, knowing that we have a limited amount of time left. It’s clear by the way that he can’t even look at me right now that we aren’t meant to be with one another right now.

He wipes at the tears, blinking his eyes to get them to disappear. “You shouldn’t be the one to get the final word, I should.”

“Okay,” I nod. “Go ahead.”

“You really messed me up. You fucked me up for my next relationship,” he gives a watery chuckle, “But you also taught me a lot and we had a good ten months and four days together. Fuck what you did to me. That was awful. But the worst part is that I know you, and I know that you’ll grow from this experience and you’ll be even better for the next guy. I love you. Or, um, I loved you.”

It’s my turn to wipe the tears from my cheeks, biting my cheek to hold back the sob that wants to be released.

“Maybe someday, Matthew,” I give him a weak smile.

He knows what I mean. Even though he doesn’t smile back, I can he returns the emotion by the glimmer in his eye and the “Someday, Y/N” when he thinks I’m far enough away.

#NHL imagines #Matthew tkachuk imagine #Calgary flames imagine #hockey imagines #Matthew tkachuk x reader #bmsomeday

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purple-cat-demon · 4 years

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Her Big Bad Wolf

Pairing Gavin x Hazel (pre-marriage but in an established relationship)

Genre: 18+ smut

Word count: 3,007

Warnings: unprotected sex

This is actually the second fic I wrote right after His Tiny Dancer.

*I suck at titling*

This post is very long and I apologize...

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Hazel was diligently typing away at her computer. The latest proposal was coming together quite nicely so she decided to take a quick break and rest her eyes. As she stretched her arms, Kiki ran over to her desk excitedly.

“Boss! You got an invite to a photo shoot!”

Hazel turned to her subordinate while sporting a confused look.

“Huh?”

“Yeah! This company saw our Group Fairytale Wedding shoot and they want you and Gavin to participate in their upcoming magazine spread.”

Hazel pondered over the invite for a bit. Tossing the idea back and forth; she finally responded.

"Well, what’s the theme?”

“It didn’t really mention the theme but it did have an email and phone number to contact them. Let me pull up the email.”

Kiki commandeered Hazel’s computer and pulled up the invite in question. Hazel looked it over herself but still remained skeptical.

“I don’t know… and I don’t even know if Gavin would be up for it.”

Just then, Minor piped up.

“Boss, you know he would if you just ask.”

Hazel jumped at Minor’s sudden appearance.

“Minor! Don’t scare me like that!”

Minor just grinned sheepishly.

“Sorry, Boss”

Hazel let out an exasperated sigh at her subordinate.

“I’ll just give this company a call later.”

Later that day, back at her place, Hazel stared at the phone number she typed in. She hesitated a bit before pressing the dial option. After a couple of rings, a male voice answered.

“This is Twisted Dreams Photography, how may I help you?”

“Hello, is this Jacob Cordova?”

“Yes, how can I help you?”

“This is Hazel May from Anaheim Electronics Company. I’m calling in regards to the photoshoot invite.”

“Ah yes! Thank you so much for calling back. I saw your promo shoot and was floored at your chemistry with the groom you were with. Compared to everyone else, you two stood out the most to me. Do you think you can both participate?”

“Well, I’m not sure. I would like to know more about this photoshoot, if you don’t mind sparing some details.”

“Of course. I apologize for not including that in the email. Okay, the theme for the shoot is Twisted Romantic Fairytale. I was hoping that would be our Red Riding Hood and your friend would be the Big Bad Wolf. Nothing explicit or too risqué and you’ll be able to take the outfits home after the shoot. The article itself will be featured in the popular magazine CosPLA and of course, you two will get copies of it before it even hits the shelves. So what do you think? Will you accept?”

“That sounds delightful, but let me talk it over with my friend and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. How soon do you need to know?”

“Can you respond in the next few days?”

“Yes”

“Awesome. Oh, and I’ll need measurements from both of you as well. Your outfits will be tailored to you both. I look forward to hearing from you, Miss May. Have a nice day.”

“Thank you and you too.”

Hazel ended the phone call while sinking back into her couch.

‘Will Gavin even be available? Crap, I didn’t get the date for the shoot’

She proceeded to text Director Cordova.

-I forgot to ask when the photoshoot takes place-

Five minutes passed and Director Cordova responded.

-July 29th-

Hazel paled at the date, Gavin’s birthday. She really hesitated before responding.

-Okay, thank you-

She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

‘That’s Gavin’s birthday. Is he really gonna want to do something like this on his birthday???’

She let out a frustrated huff as she scrolled through her phone contacts, finally landing on Gavin’s name. Hazel paused for a bit, then pressed ‘dial.’ Gavin didn’t pick up and it went to voicemail. Though not even two minutes later her phone rang, Gavin’s name was on the screen; she quickly answered.

“Hey Hazel, are you okay?” His question laced with concern.

“Yes, yes. I just had a proposition but I don’t know if you’re up for it.”

“What is it?”

“Well, remember that shoot we did a while back?”

“Yeah”

“Well, another agency saw it, particularly us, and wanted to know if we were interested in being a part of their photoshoot.”

There was silence on the other end, then he responded.

“Hmm.”

Hazel went on.

“The theme is Twisted Romantic Fairytale and you and I would be dressed as the Big Bad Wolf and Red Riding Hood.”

Again, silence, and little longer than the first pause.

“Uh, Gavin? Did I lose you?”

“No, no. I’m still here”

“What do you think? Would you be interested?”

“Hmm, when is it?”

Hazel gave a small squeak.

“Yeah, that’s the issue I have… It’s on your birthday.”

“Oh?”

Hazel got nervous over his answer so she tried to back pedal out of the awkward conversation.

“If you’re not interested, that’s totally fine. I can call up the director and —-“

“I’ll do it”

Hazel blinked and questioned if she heard right.

“Huh?”

“I said, ‘I’ll do it’”

“A-are you sure?”

“Yeah. I had fun at the wedding shoot, this might be fun too.”

“But… your birthday…”

“Look, as long as I’m with you, it doesn’t really matter what we do for my birthday.”

Hazel gave in to her boyfriend.

“If you’re sure then.”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Then I’ll confirm it with the director. I’ll also need your measurements too, when you get a chance. Talk to you later”

“Sure thing, bye”

After she got off the phone with Gavin, Hazel then texted Director Cordova with the official confirmation.

July 29th: Day of the photoshoot.

Gavin was leaning up against Sparky while he waited for Hazel to come out of her apartment building. A few minutes later, she came bounding out, excited to see her boyfriend.

“Hey Birthday Boy!”

She handed him a small gift box.

“What’s this?”

“Open it and find out, silly”

Gavin went ahead and opened the small box and held up the necklace that was inside. It was a simple black leather cord, done up cinch style. The crescent shaped pendant was made of obsidian with a silver outline. Hazel beamed at the birthday boy.

“I saw it and thought that you would like it”

At this point, Gavin hadn’t said anything yet, which made Hazel anxious.

“I-I figured it wasn’t too flashy, a-and it can long or a choker and—-“

A chuckle interrupted her rambling,

“I love it”

She put the necklace on him and admired how it looked against his white shirt.

“You want it to hang down or be a choker?”

“Hang down, please”

Gavin caught her hand and kissed it, causing her to blush a tomato red.

“Thank you, my love”

Hazel flustered but manage to croak out,

“A-anyway, we should get going or we’ll be late!”

Hazel guided Gavin to the facility with some time to spare. As they headed in, they heard commands being barked out. A tall, lanky man clad in blue jeans and a black t-shirt, Jacob Cordova was busy setting up.

“Hey! I need some lighting over here, please!”

A studio helper came by with some fake foliage.

“Sir, where do you want this?”

The director looked up from his tablet and then looked around.

“Uh… Oh! Over here would be good, thank you”

He eventually spied Hazel and Gavin walking on to the set, he lit up immediately.

“Welcome! I’m glad you two were able to make it. I really appreciate it!”

“Pleasure to be here,” Hazel said while extending out her hand. They shook hands, and then the Director instructed them to go to the makeup area and get ready.

Gavin was greeted by a young makeup artist. She was dressed in blue denim capris with a black Muse tank top. Her hair was short, spiked and streaked purple, which brought out her blueish grey color eyes.

“Hello, I’m Trish. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Gavin said as they shook hands. Trish went behind the changing curtain and got his outfit for him: black, ripped jeans, dark blue, ripped t-shirt and black combat boots. She then got a good look at his eyes.

“Oh! Your eye color is perfect! You won’t even need the contacts,” she said, marveling at Gavin’s unique eyes. However, Gavin felt a bit awkward at the friendly scrutiny.

“That’s great…?”

“Oh Yes! The contacts are a real pain to wear. Okay, go get changed. Oh and we’ll keep your jacket as part of the ensemble. I’ll be back to do your makeup”

Meanwhile, in the room next door, Hazel was greeted by a makeup artist from Australia. She was clad in black denim shorts with a blue, baby doll, Vocaloid shirt. Her jet black hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, her green eyes glimmering as she adjusted her glasses when Hazel stepped in.

“G’Day. My name is Nancy. How are you today?”

“I’m good, maybe a little nervous,” Hazel answered as they shook hands.

“All right then, let’s get your outfit,” Nancy said with a nod. She ducked behind the curtain and came back with the Red Riding Hood costume. It was a different twist on the whole look: red and black plaid dress that stopped just above the knees, a black corset with red lacing, black fishnets, and black wedge heels. The red hood part was about four inches longer than the actual dress and it tied in the front, the sleeves flared out and stopped at the wrists. Hazel was a little apprehensive about the length of the dress but went along with it anyway.

Gavin waited outside in the hall for Hazel. A few minutes passed and she emerged from the changing room. He uttered a barely audible “wow” as she smoothed out her dress. He could feel a slight blush creep up his face as he looked at her. Hazel finally looked up at Gavin and it was then her turn to blush.

“You look amazing!”

She spied the necklace she gave him earlier around his neck. Gavin blushed even more; he then cleared his throat.

*ahem* “Shall we go,” he asked, holding his arm out to her. Hazel giggled a bit and then grabbed his arm. She noticed all the makeup details on him as they walked over to the set. The first thing she pointed out was that his actual ears were expertly hidden.

“How did they cover your ears?”

“Uh, with some extensions, they’re annoying though.”

She then saw the fangs the more he spoke.

“Oh! You have fangs too!”

Her gaze dropped down to his hands, then marveling at the claws on them. Gavin felt his face get warmer as she examined his hands more closely.

“They did a wonderful job on you,” she said as she reached out to touch the wolf ears on his head.

Director Cordova hailed them down when he saw them reach the set.

“You two look wonderful! Okay, come with me and we’ll get started.”

The director led them to a small forest scene where they did various generic poses. He seemed pretty satisfied with the shots but he wanted to ramp things up a bit.

“Okay, for this next shot, could either of you do something unexpected or surprising?”

The two photo subjects looked at each other, unsure on how to respond to this request. Hazel then had an idea. In a bold fit of spontaneity, she grabbed Gavin’s shirt and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Wide eyed with shock but not making any kind of move to stop, Gavin just stood there as the clicking of the camera shutter rapidly went off. Hazel broke the kiss off to breathe and immediately flushed a bright red over the realization of her action. Gavin’s blush nearly matched hers as he looked away. They both turned toward the excited clapping coming from the director.

“That was perfectly executed! Hey, listen, you two take a break and be back here in about an hour and a half and we’ll finish the last few shots. How’s that sound?”

Somewhat bewildered, the photo subjects both responded with an “okay.” There was an awkward silence between the two as the director and crew walked away. Hazel decided to break the silence.

“I’m really sorry if that was way too bold of me,” she apologized while fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“It was definitely unexpected,” Gavin’s voice lowered, “though not unwanted.”

Hazel blushed a beet red once again, and then noticed the somewhat weird placement of his jacket. She went to take the jacket off his hands but he denied her that action.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to hold that?”

It was now Gavin’s turn to blush the beet red.

“Uh no, no. That’s gonna stay right where it’s at.”

Hazel gave her man a curious look and then caught on to the meaning behind his refusal. Her eyes went wide with shock.

“Y-you’re…?”

“Yeah, that bold little kiss caused it, thank you very much…” he responded, feigning indignance.

She blinked and looked around, then gestured to lower his head.

“Should we, you know, take care of that?”

He scoffed at the idea.

“Where exactly?”

He gave her a skeptical look but soon saw the gears turning in her eyes; she most definitely had a plan.

“I’ve been to this facility quite a few times so I know there’s a couple of storage rooms down that way,” she pointed towards a hallway.

“And they’re usually unlocked, follow me.”

They made their way down the corridor, thankfully no one was around. Hazel tried the first door; much to her dismay, it was locked. They moved on to the next door which wasn’t locked. After successfully ducking into the room, Hazel promptly locked the door behind them.

Hazel turned and pounced on Gavin, causing him to stumble backwards into a wall. A flurry of fervent kisses ensued as Gavin turned to pin Hazel against the wall. Since time was dwindling fast, they hastily disrobed their lower halves. He then hoisted her to wrap her legs around him. Hazel snaked her arms around his neck to further close the gap between them. Warm breaths intermingled in the anticipation for what was about to transpire. His hard length slipped in smoothly causing Hazel to bite her lip, stifling a moan that threatened to escape. The fear of potentially getting caught made Gavin’s thrusts quick and intense; he had to bite his own lip to keep quiet as well. The clenching of her walls around his length was a sure sign that she was close. As both of their coils snapped, they locked lips to swallow each other’s moans. Heavy panting still prevailed as they came down from their sexual high. Gavin buried his face into the crook of her neck, trying to steady himself as he pulled out of her. Her legs were like jelly as she tried standing on her own. She looked around the room for something to clean themselves with and found some brand new packages of paper towels. She handed a paper towel to Gavin who was gathering up his pants and shoes.

“Well, that happened,” she said, giggling.

His hands came up to cup her face and kiss her.

“Happy Birthday to me,” he said into the kiss. They both gazed at each other lovingly, the afterglow still present in their faces.

“There are bathrooms down the hall, let’s get cleaned up better there,” she instructed.

“Right.”

They cleaned up and headed back to the makeup rooms to refresh their looks. Not much had to be done with Gavin’s look but Hazel had some issues. Nancy took one look and was a little worried for Miss Riding Hood.

“Whoa, is it blazing hot outside,” she inquired, noting Hazel’s messed up eye makeup.

“Yeah, a little bit,” Hazel responded sheepishly.

Ten minutes later, both Gavin and Hazel headed back to the set where Director Cordova was waiting for them.

“All right, let’s get this last shot and then do some reviewing of the photos.”

The final shutter click signified the end of the photoshoot. The three of them sat in front of the director’s computer and started to pick and choose the best shots for the article.

“Awesome picks! Here, give me a minute,” the director reached for a thumb drive and transferred all the photos taken that day.

“Here, for you two, and I’ll be sending a copy to each of you before it officially releases.”

Hazel’s eyes lit up with delight.

“That’s great! Thank you so much!”

“Thanks to you two, this’ll be an awesome spread.”

As Hazel and Gavin walked out to where Sparky was parked, Hazel nudged his arm to get his attention. He turned to her and leaned in to hear her whisper.

“I think we need a repeat performance but this time, “ she paused, “we can be as loud as we want.”

The tips of his ears flushed a bright red but the smile never left his face.

Two weeks later, they each received a copy of the magazine. Hazel headed over to Gavin’s place to look the article over together. They marveled at how well the article was written and put together. They were also surprised that some candid, ‘behind-the-scene’ photos were included as well.

“This came out really well, huh?”

“Yeah, I like this shot especially,” he said while pointing to one of the candid shots where she was smiling brightly at him. Hazel blushed a bit before responding.

“That’s a good one, but I like this shot a lot,” she was pointing to the ‘unexpected shot’ with Gavin’s shocked expression. He cleared his throat.

“You would like that one,” he chuckled as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you, my Little Red Riding Hood.”

Hazel leaned in close, nabbing his chin in the process.

“And I love you, my Big *kiss* Bad *kiss* Wolf.”

#mlqc #mlqc gavin #mr love queen's choice #love and producer #mr love #mr love gavin #gavin #mr love game #恋与制作人 #bai qi #mlqc gavin smut #mlqc smut #pcd writes

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walt-at-disneyland · 4 years

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Former paperboy Walt greets a group of paperboys of "The Fresno Bee" visiting the park. Note the Mark Twain Riverboat behind them. From a publication called "The Disney World," published February 1966. #walt #disney #waltdisney #vintagedisneyland #disneyland #anaheim happiestplaceonearth #marktwain #marktwainmonday #frontierland (at Disneyland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEFHBo8JXtd/?igshid=u6mwjp2inmhl

#walt #disney #waltdisney #vintagedisneyland #disneyland #anaheim #marktwain #marktwainmonday #frontierland

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darkcarnivalofsecretsrp · 4 years

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BLAINE ANDERSON HAS ENTERED THE CARNIVAL!

Welcome! Please check out our welcome greeting and then send your blog link to the main. Don’t forget, we have an ooc Discord server as well and we’d love to have you there to plot. This is my application, you can consider it a sample app if you have any questions on how to fill one out yourself!

↳OOC INFORMATION

NAME: Eli

AGE: 25+

TIMEZONE: EST

PRONOUNS: he/him

TRIGGERS: n/a

ANYTHING ELSE?: Blaine has an established mentor relationship with Quinn, and I'm open to further plotting.

↳THE IC INFORMATION

CHARACTER NAME: Blaine Anderson

AGE/BIRTHDAY: 25

GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis male he/him

HOMETOWN: Beverly Hills, then Anaheim

TIME AT CARNIVAL: 8 years with the carnival

SEXUALITY: Gay

PERFORMANCE STYLE: Knife Thrower

SECRET: He's a serial killer.

FACE CLAIM: Darren Criss

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY:

They say it’s the events in your life that really make a person, that the smallest event can completely change a person. Blaine Anderson was born to the wealthy Anderson family. A family of businessmen, who took their jobs seriously and never colored outside of the lines. They taught him to be everything they could ever want; Someone who wore shades of off grey, suits, and never made a peep that anyone would notice. But he wasn’t like them. Sure, he fit in well enough at family events, and he was able to stay in Cooper’s shadow. (He was the big time, possible movie star brother - everyone loved him and Blaine could never figure out why.) He was dapper and proper and never even cursed, but he wasn’t one for grey, and he liked to get a little loud and excited sometimes. He couldn’t help himself, he was cut from a different mold than the rest of his family.

The first time he admitted to liking boys was in middle school, and his Father started to change. At first, he tried to ignore it. His Mother did too. They hoped that it would fade in time, that he’d realize that he’d just been confused. His Dad started spending more time with him, teaching him how to fix cars. It was like he thought that getting his hands dirty might change his sexuality, but other than that, his parents loved him. The Sadie Hawkins dance during his sophomore year of high school was when everything really started to change for him. He went with his best friend, and crush, and had a wonderful night. At the end, when he leaned in for his first kiss, a group of school bullies saw them and came out and beat them both to the point that they had to be put in the hospital. Blaine was hurt badly enough that he barely made it, but his best friend died. It was all over town, everyone was talking about it, and the newspapers and news stations were buzzing about it. His best friend’s family moved, to get away from Blaine and his “gay disease.” Everyone in town blamed him, and it was big news. The Anderson name was all over the papers, and his family had to move from Beverly Hills to Anaheim to get away from it all. The social stigma was just too much to handle, especially for a boy who was fresh out of the hospital after gay bashing.

With the new slate came a new opportunity, but he didn’t try to use it on his own. He kept quiet, not talking to anyone. When he first heard the show choir at his new private school sing though, he was awestruck, and he had to join at the beginning of his Junior year, after thinking about it all summer. It was there that he learned to embrace who he was, and he came out openly as gay. It wasn’t something he shouted at the rooftops, but it felt nice to be recognized and loved.

But what nobody knew was that after his friend died, the anger inside of him spiraled out of control, to the point where it grew like another personality inside of him. The dapper, excitable, and almost puppy-like Blaine Anderson had a dark passenger; He started killing. The first time was at his new school. Someone wasn’t following the zero tolerance policy and was trying to bully him and he just snapped. He got scared and dumped the body two cites over. But as fulfilling as it was, he wasn’t very good at what he was doing. The heat got to be too much for him, and that was when he found himself at the carnival instead of finishing his Junior year of high school. He had to come back three nights in a row before he finally decided to stay on the last night they were in town.

Touring meant that he was never in one place for too long, and he never left a trace of himself where he went. It felt so good, from there on out it got easier and easier to run through the process, especially after Quinn started helping him figure out how to be more professional about the process. Now he’s more calculated with the way he disposes of the bodies. He drops them off all over the place, scattering them around the nearby cities that the carnival tours. However, the draw to put himself in triggering situations so that he ends up killing or hurting someone again is getting worse and worse.

#blaine anderson rp #glee rp #open fandom rp #crossover rp #it rp #carnivaladmin #accepted: glee fandom #accepted

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justlookfrightened · 5 years

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If you’re still taking prompts, how about “long distance relationship” for zimbits?

“How long are you here for?” Bitty asked, glancing at Jack’s image on the screen.

“Three days,” Jack said. “We have the Kings on Thursday and the Ducks on Saturday. We change hotels in between, though.”

“Any team commitments on Friday?”“No practice,” Jack said. “Yet. Meetings and a workout.”

“Are you free for dinner?” Bitty asked. “And after?”

“Pretty sure I can be,” Jack said. “I don’t know if I can stay with you, though. Can you come to the hotel in Anaheim?”

“Of course, sugar,” Bitty said. “Oops, meeting’s starting. Love you, See you Thursday?”

“You’ll be at the game?” Jack said.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Bitty said.

“I’ll see if I can get that night to stay at your place,” Jack said.

“Just let me know,” Bitty said. “Is it okay if I bring treats for the boys after the game?”

“Maybe I can bring them in Friday,” Jack said. “Love you. See you soon.”

Bitty closed his laptop and headed for the conference room, ready to plan the season’s third episode.

The job in Los Angeles had been a dream come true. He was the food and dining consultant for a lifestyle makeover show for families, something like “Queer Eye,” although the on-screen crew weren’t all men and weren’t all gay. A lot of his time was spent trying to convince parents that their children actually would eat something besides mac and cheese and chicken tenders. Usually the kids were easier, especially if they were presented with something colorful. Extra points if they could eat with their fingers.

The family for Episode 3 consisted of two moms with a hockey-playing son. They would have to work on family scheduling and budgeting, nutrition for a growing boy who participated in a demanding sport. The group would also be providing advice on how to navigate what was still a male-dominated, homophobic sports culture, and how best to protect against injuries.

Bitty, for one, was looking forward to lacing up his skates for one segment, knowing he was probably the only one of the crew who could keep up with the 12-year-old bantams.

If only he could get Jack on camera, but the taping wouldn’t be for weeks yet, even if Jack could get the Falcs and his agent to agree it would be a good idea.

Maybe he could bring Philip and and his moms to one of the games this weekend? Just get a quick meet-and-greet in the corridor after the game?

************

Bobbie bounced in her seat every time they played music at the Staples Center, and leaned forward and focused on the game with an intensity that rivalled Jack’s. Bobbie, one of the producers, had greeted Bitty on his first day in Los Angeles by gushing over his spinorama that led to the winning goal in the Frozen Four when he was the Wellies’ captain, and had become his go-to hockey companion ever since.

They made the jumbotron, probably because Bitty was a semi-recognizable face after two seasons, he was in a Zimmermann Falconers’ sweater and she was decked out in Kings gear, and both of them were engaged and enthusiastic.

“Everyone in LA is gonna hate you now,” Bobbie said.

“No,” Bitty said. “Everyone in this stadium who actually cares about the Kings might hate me. Or everyone who isn’t you, because you need me. And there aren’t actually that many of them. I’ll take my chances.”

“Well, I know the only person here that you really care about is Jack,” Bobbie said, “Looking forward to spending time with your man?”

“It’s been weeks,” Bitty said.

Once the game was over and Bobbie was put in a car to go home, Bitty headed to the visitors’ dressing room and settled in to wait. With an off-day tomorrow, players were going through a quick post-game workout.

Jack came back and tried to pull Bitty close. Bitty accepted a kiss on the cheek, but the wrinkled his nose and pulled away.

“Shower first,” Bitty said. “Give me a minute to say hi to Tater and Marty.”

When Jack was dressed and smelling clean, they left the locker room together.

“I have to be back at the team hotel by ten,” Jack said.

“Wow, almost ten whole hours together,” Bitty said.

“And I’m all yours for dinner tomorrow,” Jack said.

When the car dropped them off, Bitty let them into his rented condo. He closed the door and pulled Jack into an embrace.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi, yourself,” Jack said, and leaned down and kissed him. “Tired?”

“Probably not as much as you,” Bitty said.

“Believe me, there are things I’d much rather do than sleep right now,” Jack said.

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Bitty crawled out of bed and left Jack to sleep. They were a month and half into the season, and Jack needed all the rest he could get, especially after they’d stayed up late, getting reacquainted with one another’s bodies last night.

He scrambled some egg whites, adding a yolk for flavor and color, diced red and orange peppers and trimmed the stems off spinach. He had a loaf of homemade whole wheat bread sliced for toast and coffee brewing (for him) and decaf tea for Jack, who had gone caffeine-free last year after Bitty moved to California.

The Jack followed the aroma of the coffee into the kitchen.

“That still smells so good,” he said, taking the mug of tea Bitty handed him. “One sip?”

“It already has cream and sugar,” Bitty said.

“One sip,” Jack said.

Bitty handed over his own mug, then turned to cook the eggs.

Once his back was turned, he said, “Do you ever wish I hadn’t moved here?”

Jack didn’t answer right away, and Bitty sneaked a peek at him over his shoulder. Jack was staring into his mug of tea.

He looked up to meet Bitty’s eyes.

“I want to say this right,” he said. “I wish we could have this every morning.”

Bitty turned back to his eggs.

“But I don’t regret you coming here to take the job,” Jack said. “You love it, and you’re good at it, and I’d feel guilty if you gave it up to stay in Providence and just sit and wait for me to come home, especially during the season.”

“I had a job in Providence,” Bitty said.

“Not like this,” Jack said. “You’re doing what you do best, taking care of people and teaching them to take care of themselves, not just the ones on the show, but everyone who watches. I miss you, but you’re happy.”

“But I miss you too,” Bitty said. “I can’t always make it back to Providence for weeks at a time.”

“I know,” Jack said. “And I’m happy too, even though I miss you. We make time to see each other when we can – and thank the NHL scheduling gods for three days here – and it won’t be forever.”

“I know,” Bitty said. “And I do love what I’m doing, but sometimes I wonder if it was the right thing.”

“If you’re happy, it is for now,” Jack said.

They sat at the counter to eat, then Jack took the box full of treats for team. “Meet you here tonight? Then we can head over to the hotel.”

“Sure,” Bitty said. “I’ll be home by five.”

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Bitty spent much of Saturday hanging around with the Falconers, guys who had become some of his best friends during his time in Providence. Once Jack settled for his pre-game nap, Bitty went to meet up with Philip and his family.

“I have a surprise for you,” Bitty said. “After the game, the whole team wants to meet you.”

“Me?” Philip said.

“You,” Bitty said. “Are you okay with that?”

“Are you kidding?!”

Jack scored the winning goal and pointed right at Bitty and Philip, making Philip jump up and down. His mothers had insisted that he wear a Falcs jersey — “You’re their guest. It’s only polite.” – but he still had a Ducks cap. Being in the Ducks’ rink, there was no recognition of the celly. That was fine by Bitty; no one knew about Philip being on the show yet.

Jack handed Philip his stick over the glass before heading down the tunnel, then Bitty and Philip scrambled to make it to the locker room corridor.

Philip was welcomed in as soon as the media were gone, with fist bumps all around.

“When B cooks for you, you will eat so well,” Tater said. “He can give skating tips, too!”

Philip left will signatures all over his jersey and Jack’s signature on his stick. Bitty waited for the team to be ready to board the bus for the airport, then pulled him aside for a brief kiss goodbye.

“You might be captain but we can fine you,” Marty called.

“I can afford it,” Jack responded, kissing Bitty again.

“See you next month?” Jack asked Bitty.

“Yes,” Bitty said. “I have a whole week off. I can’t wait.”

“Me either,” Jack said.

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The Real Spider-Man - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Words: 1584 Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader Featuring: Ned Leeds, Tony Stark, mentions of Avengers, Disney cast members, mentions of midtown students Warnings: Jealousy Summary: After making their way to the National competition for Academic Decathlon, the team goes to Disneyland to celebrate. You, despite dating the actual Spider-Man, really want to meet Spider-Man at Disneyland. Meeting more than just him, everyone has different reactions to the Disney character's meet and greet. Author’s Note: I love the disney characters so much. This does take place before Avengers Campus in Disneyland but that doesn't really matter.

Peter / Full Masterlist

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Being far from home can be scary, but being with Peter and the smartest people in school, everything seemed okay. Going across the country to California is a long trek, but it is entirely worth it. After the Academic Decathlon Team made it through the state competition in January of 2018, they had the chance to go to the national competition during the summer!

Tony Stark decided to sponsor the school to help the team get to the National competition that is in Anaheim. He knew he had to get the team to Nationals since he knows how much everyone cares about their team and competition. It is his fatherly duty to make his child and friends happy. After competing, the team had the chance to go to Disneyland to celebrate getting to the national competition.

You grabbed your boyfriend's hand as you ran into the park, excited to be there. While New York's weather was a little cooler and the people were more relaxed, the Disney cast members welcomed everyone with big smiles. But really, you just wanted to meet the Avengers in Hollywood Land in the park. Disney decided to feature some of Earth's Greatest Heroes for kids to meet, and it seems the people who play the Avengers know them better than the actual Avengers.

The team split off into separate groups at the California Adventure Park to do everything they wanted to do and be with the people they wanted to be with. You, Peter, and Ned decided to spend the day together. The three of you got into lines for rides in hope to make a few, then would head to Avengers central, aka Hollywood Land.

"Why do you want to see the Avengers so badly? Your dad is Tony Stark, and I know you've met them all," Ned asked. "I mean, aren't the real ones better?"

You shrugged as the three of you waited in line for the Monsters Inc. ride. "I don't know. I want to see how they interact."

"Nothing can beat the real thing, though, right?" Peter put his arm around you, a cheesy smile on his face.

You rolled your eyes and shrugged. As the banter and conversations continued, the line kept moving, and you were on the ride quicker than expected. Of course, once you got off, your excitement levels skyrocketed up.

Peter held your hand as you said a million words a minute, gasping loudly and stopping in the middle of the walkway. "Look! Look!" You slapped Peter's shoulder and pointed to a man with long, blond hair.

"It's Thor!" Peter smiled at you. "Go talk to him," Peter encouraged you.

"I can't wait to see this," Ned whispered and pulled out his phone to record the meeting. You rushed over to Thor before he could get away with a big smile on your face.

You stood behind the kids talking to Thor, trying to figure out what you were going to say. After a few seconds of thought, you decided to go classic. "Hi, Thor!" You waved.

Thor looked up at you when the kids in front of you ran away with his signature in their character book. "Ah, Stark!" The Thor actor's eyes grew, as did the smile on his face. He stood up and continued with his Asgardian ways. "It's so good to see you! What are you doing here? You're so far from New York." When he shouted your name, quite a few people looked over to watch the interaction.

"Well, my smart people team made it to the big competition here, and we got rewarded with Disney," You explained, telling the truth but leaving out the boring parts. "How have you been?"

Thor nodded, put his hand on your shoulder, and walked to another small crowd. "I've been extraordinary. Adventures here and there, but I always make time to meet my fans," He joked and flipped his hair. "Hey, Loki!" Thor shouted at the small group with the Loki actor talking to children.

"What, brother?" Loki grumbled as he signed a paper for a little boy. He took a picture with the kid and never looked over at Thor.

"Look who it is!" Thor announced as Peter and Ned trailed behind the two.

Loki rolled his eyes after the camera flashed. "I'm busy-" He said and finally looked over at Thor's childlike smiling face, and his eyes went wide. "Oh, Stark! A pleasure to see you here today," Loki said and brushed himself off as he stood up. "Did you come merely to visit us?"

You shrugged. "I came to see a few of the Avengers, but you guys are the most important," You said. "These are my friends, Peter and Ned, and they're very excited to see Spider-Man," You smiled and pointed to the boys.

"Ah, friends!" Thor smiled. "You protect them, I presume, yes?" He asked Peter and Ned.

Ned shrugged. "Her dad does most of the protecting."

"Yes...Tony Stark," Loki nodded, staring. "Is he...here?" He asked, looking around cautiously.

You laughed and shook your head. "He's dropping by later today. He had a business meeting this morning," You told them. "Can we take a picture?" You asked and held up your phone to take a selfie, and both of them smiled like their superhero would: Loki smirking, Thor looking like a puppy.

You thanked them both quite a few times. "We now have to visit the man of spiders!" You told them as you started to walk away, everyone around you was beginning to disband and go back to what they were doing.

"For the record, that was amazing," You celebrated as you walked with the boys to where the Avengers do character meet and greets. "They were so sweet!"

"We are so going viral with this video," Ned smiled as he typed away on his phone, probably tweeting the interaction.

Shaking your head with a smile, you continued to where the Spider-Man meet and greet would be, and as you guys were a bit early, you made it toward the front of the line. Peter really didn't want to meet Spider-Man, because he knows the actor won't truly be like Spider-Man, but Peter knew you really wanted to do it.

Luckily you didn't have to wait in line very long to meet Spider-Man, and you were about to explode with excitement when you were next in line. The character turned to greet you and gasped when he said your name. "What are you doing here? Did I do something wrong, and your dad sent you to yell at me?" He whispered to you.

You giggled. "No, no, I'm just here to visit! It's a good thing!" You told him.

The Spider-Man character's smile grew wide. He grabbed your hand and bowed down. "Well, it is a pleasure to have you come all this way to see me; I'm honored," He said and kissed your hand, then let go and started laughing.

Peter stood behind you with his arms crossed and coughed a bit. "Hi, Spider-Man!" He shouted.

"And I brought my friends. This is Peter and Ned," You introduced them. "Probably your biggest fans."

"Awesome! It's so great to meet you guys! Friends of the Starks have to automatically be my friends, right?" Spider-Man asked.

Peter sighed and nodded, grabbing your hand not-so-subtly. "Right, of course."

Ned was, naturally, taking pictures of everything, and Spider-Man was completely into it, jumping around and having the time of his life. "What's your favorite thing to do as Spider-Man?" You asked him.

"Swinging around! It's so fun to see the lights of the city at night and having that freedom; you know what I mean?" He awed. "It's the best part of the job!"

Peter shrugged, nodding. "I'm sure they have had the chance to see the city lights at night from above," He added.

"Peter," You turned to him. "What is your deal?" You laughed. "Calm down, seriously."

Spider-Man shrugged and jumped into the conversation. "Yeah, dude, let loose, have fun!" He jumped around. "How about we all take a picture together?" He asked and put his arms out for all three of you to stand next to him. Finally listening, Peter jumped in the picture with you, Ned, and Spider-Man; the picture was full of energy and fun times. And yes, you bought the picture.

You thanked Spider-Man, and the three of you walked away as you called more goodbye's to him, seeing Peter still had his arms crossed and glares shaping his eyes. "Peter," You said to him.

"What?" He replied sharply.

"He's not actually the real Spider-Man, you know that," You laughed, grabbing his hand. "You're the only Spider-Man I want. Calm down, it's just all for fun," You tried to calm him down.

Peter's face softened, and he squeezed your hand. "I know, but I'm better than him, right?"

You shook your head with a laugh as Ned cut into the conversation. "So, how's lunch sound?"

As the three of you looked at the map to find a place for lunch, you jumped when you heard your father's voice come up behind you. "Crazy seeing you here!" Tony said when he walked up right behind you.

"Hi, dad," You smiled. "We just met Spider-Man, and I just have to say he's so much better than the one in New York!" You smirked, trying to hold back your laughter.

"Hey!” Peter shouted, annoyed, making all of your small group laugh.

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