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writingonleaves · 1 year ago

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and there are some days when i think that, somewhere, you're watching - the blue au

universe: the blue au

warnings: cancer, grief, sadness, the usual with anything to do with the blue au's premise lol

title: "chemtrails" by lizzy mcalpine

word count: 1.1k

author's note: lol hey!! there are a million other wips i should be working on but here we are! if you haven't read at least the first part of this au yet, you probs should for context. we are also manifesting here all three hughes brothers make it to the olympics. inspired by the beautiful players tribune article kevin hayes wrote for his late brother jimmy. i thought a lot about which brother would write something like this and ended up settling on quinn <3 enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

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The Ones We Play For

for The Players Tribune

by Quinn Hughes

Written February 4, 2026

I’ll never forget the first time I put on a USA jersey for an international competition.

It was for the 2015 World Under-17 Challenge when I had just turned 16. I didn’t think much of it at the time. The only thing I thought about was playing well, but it was an honor nonetheless.

Every time you get the opportunity to represent your country in any way, it’s an honor. I know everyone says it, but it’s true. The whole nation is looking at you and cheering you and your teammates on. The playing of the anthem means more than ever. You look at the jersey and feel like you’re part of something bigger.

Next week, hockey at the 2026 Winter Olympics in Milano-Cortina will begin. I’ve always dreamed of being about to play at the Olympics, but now that it’s actually here, it’s surreal.

The team is great, and I feel lucky to even be here. As I look around at my teammates, I feel confident that we can bring home a gold medal. But it’ll take hard work. That’s nothing that we don’t know though.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to put on the jersey and who we wear it for. Of course, I think I speak for every single person at these Olympics when we say we wear it for our country and the fans watching us, whether here in Italy or back home.

But we’re all playing for someone in our own support group. The village that has brought each of us here.

First, my parents, who have been there since the very first day. My mom, who taught me how to skate and my dad, who taught me how to see the game. My extended family: my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and family who aren’t technically family but who might as well be. Everyone in my life who’s always offered support and encouraging words, who has sat in cold rinks and watched me play. Whether they’re here in Italy or watching from various parts of the world, I’m playing for them.

I’m also playing for my brothers, who will be on the ice with me. That’s still crazy for me to think about. We never could’ve imagined this when we were playing mini sticks in the basement as kids. Of course, we dreamed about it. But to see it come to reality? I feel very grateful. In the locker room, I look at Jack on my right and then Luke at my left. We’re playing for each other.

But most importantly, I’m playing for Miguel Sandoval.

I don’t talk about Miguel often, but he was one of the most important people in my life. Still is. He met my parents before I was born and automatically became a second father to me. To be honest, I don’t think I talk about him often because it still hurts to think about.

Miguel was one of my biggest cheerleaders from the beginning. The fact that he’s not alive to see me take the ice next week is, well, it’s a lot of things. Sad is the first word that pops to mind. Unfair is another. The one who was at the rink next to my father in the stands before I even really knew how to play hockey isn’t alive to see me play in the Olympics? There’s no words to describe how devastating that is.

He never got to see me play in any USA jersey, even though he was always confident I would put one on eventually. He died of pancreatic cancer on New Year’s Day, 2015.

It’s been over 11 years without him, but he’s still in everything I do. A huge part of the reason I wear 43 is because of him — his birthday is April 3. I still remember his boisterous laugh and his kind eyes. He wrote Jack, Luke and I letters before he died that were specifically addressed to be given to us on our draft days. I still carry mine with me on every road trip. That’s how long and how strongly he believed in us. Somehow, he just knew that we would be drafted long before it happened.

I have every word of that letter memorized. Sometimes, I trace over his handwriting with my thumb, and it feels like he's still with us.

During his brief battle with cancer, even when his body had almost no strength left, he always greeted us with a smile and an enthusiastic greeting. Even when he was advised not to, he made it to the games he could until his last days. To the very last day, he lived life with the biggest smile on his face.

If anyone should be here to see his “talented boys” take on the ice, it’s him. Not everyone is lucky enough to have someone like Miguel who loved them so unconditionally. I’m grateful for the time I had with him, even if I desperately wish it was more. We weren’t his sons by blood, but he treated us like family. But sometimes life is unfair, and we have to hold on to the fact that everything happens for a reason.

Here’s a reason: Miguel’s wife, Maeve, who is like a second mother to me, will be watching from Boston. Maeve is the best, always keeping it lighthearted and reminding me that life is supposed to be lived to the fullest. She has this youthful energy that’s just so infectious. She’s the one who always reminds me that hockey is supposed to be fun. I wouldn't be half the person I am today without her support.

And then their daughter, Clementine. Clem, I call her. Jack calls her Clee and Luke calls her Clemmy. Clem’s my best friend / older sister — the universal older sister, to be honest. It doesn’t matter if our last names aren’t the same. She’s been there for me ever since I could remember. Even when we were states, sometimes countries, away, I knew that if I called her, she’d always pick up. Currently on the journey to becoming a doctor, Clem is the kindest, most intelligent, most selfless and strongest woman I’ve ever met. She was the one who lost her father, but she made sure that all of us were okay. Even now, she can’t ever seem to take off the big-sister hat. But I wouldn’t have her any other way.

Miguel, wherever you are, I can tell you a few things. First, I promise that we’re taking care of your wife and daughter as best as we can. We’re gonna try our best to get to the final rounds of this tournament so that they can fly out and watch us play. We love them and they’ll always be family. Second, whenever I feel a bit lost or need to be grounded, I think of you and your calm demeanor and bear hugs. I wish I could have just one more hug. Squeeze you one more time.

Miguel, when I put on that USA jersey and step on the ice, I will be playing for you. Jack, Luke and I will all be skating for you.

We miss you.

We love you.

This is for you.

Yours,

Quinn

#the blue au #k writes #quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #hockey fanfic #hockey writing #hockey blurb #quinn hughes fic #nhl #nhl blurb #nhl writing

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moontaingoat · 4 months ago

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THE REAL REASONS RIVERDALE SUCKS

- imagine dragons on the soundtrack (multiple offenses)

- no on screen sex scenes with god's most tortured Milf Alice Cooper (Mädchen Amick) and god's most tortured Dilf FP Jones II (Skeet Ulrich)

- Gay Kevin's storylines follow the hayes code

- every season should've had a musical episode

- Jughead and Archie never kiss even once

#riverdale #im rewatching i cant get it off my brain

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stereax · 2 years ago

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This whole deal with Ottawa and Dadonov - could you possibly help me understand what happened plainly? I'm a little confused with the twitter lingo. Thank you 💙

No prob, anon! Under the cut for you 💜

So Evgenii Dadonov, when he signed his contract with Ottawa, had an M-NTC (modified no-trade clause, or colloquially a no-trade list). I believe he could put 10 teams on the list. What that means is, by a certain time on a certain day (usually, the first day of free agency), he submits a list of teams he would NOT consent to be traded to. If his team (the Senators) wants to trade him to a team that is NOT on this list, they can do it and he can't complain (like the Bruins did with Taylor Hall, shipping him to Chicago because it wasn't on his list). If they want to trade him to a team that IS on this list, they basically have to beg him to waive the M-NTC, and he can say no, and they can go kick sand about it (like the Blues had to because Torey Krug wouldn't waive his full NMC to facilitate the Kevin Hayes trade).

When the Senators traded Dadonov to Vegas, he did not have Vegas on his no-trade list, but he did have Anaheim. He keeps his M-NTC when he moves from Ottawa to Vegas, as he didn't have to waive it. Vegas later trades him to Anaheim, and when he and his agent hear about it, they immediately ask "What the fuck, wasn't Anaheim on the no-trade list?" The NHL confirms it and the trade is cancelled, much to the embarrassment of the Knights. Oops.

So why are the Senators being punished? When Vegas and Ottawa were on call to figure out their trade, Vegas (obviously) asked Ottawa "hey, so what's Dadonov's no-trade list?" And Ottawa said "oh, he didn't submit one this year." This was a lie - Dadonov did, in fact, submit the no-trade list. Supposedly, Dorion was the only person on the call, which is also highly suspect. So from what it sounds, Dorion knowingly lied to the Knights about the no-trade list not having been submitted, presumably to get them to agree to the trade, and this blew up in his face.

There's apparently a 73-page document that the NHL issued after investigating this, so it's safe to say that Dorion is almost certainly guilty here. And Andlauer, the new owner, is NOT happy about losing that first-round pick. So Dorion got canned.

But why is Vegas doing this? Mostly to clear themselves from the stigma of not honoring M-NTCs. Vegas is... kind of infamous for being a place where contracts go to die and people get traded with no feelings involved (see: Marc-André Fleury). Having a reputation, however real, of ignoring no-trade lists? Not great. At all. So Vegas wants to clear its name here, officially.

Also, a little bit, to help themselves in the long run - if Ottawa loses a first-round pick, everyone else moves up one spot. So it helps, just a little bit, in the future.

"But wait, isn't there an NHL-owned registry of no-trade clauses?" LOL no, actually! It's a privacy thing, from what it sounds like - imagine if someone got their hands on all the no-trade list details and leaked them. It could cause massive backlash. So the NHL puts the burden on teams, and teams have generally been good at dealing with no-trade list stuff and transmitting the necessary information. Well, until now.

Hope this helps!!!

#stereanswers #stereanalysis #ottawa senators #pierre dorion #evgenii dadonov

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dalekofchaos · 5 months ago

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Imagine Drew McIntyre, Kevin Owens, Carmelo Hayes and AJ Styles as a new generation of Four Horsemen

#WWE #Drew McIntyre #Kevin Owens #Carmelo Hayes #AJ Styles

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igor-shestyorkin · 9 months ago

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Someone hug Kevin Hayes right now I can’t imagine how he’s feeling

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justapillowpetpanda · 1 year ago

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Fantasia Announces First Wave of Titles for Its 28th Edition

The Fantasia International Film Festival will celebrate its upcoming 28th edition with an electrifying program of screenings, workshops, and launch events running from July 18 through August 4, 2024, returning yet again at the Concordia Hall and J.A. de Sève cinemas, with additional screens and events at Montreal’s Cinémathèque québécoise and Cinéma du Musée.

Poster art by Donald Caron The festival’s full lineup will be announced on July 3, but in the meantime, Fantasia has revealed a select first wave of premiere titles, along with a first look at its 2024 poster art. The festival’s 2024 poster art, created by Montreal visual artist Donald Caron, brings back two of the festival’s most beloved characters from earlier editions, returning by popular demand. The cinema-loving cat and pug, barreling into the future on a sidecar motorcycle, embody the excitement, playfulness, and absurdity that Fantasia has championed since its inception in 1996.

28th Fantasia International Film Festival

CHUCK RUSSELL RETURNS TO HORROR WITH WITCHBOARD, A WILD RE-IMAGINING OF THE CLASSIC 80'S FRANCHISE! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qr0d00hy1h8 From A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 3: DREAM WARRIORS and the beloved1988 remake of THE BLOB to THE MASK, ERASER, and THE SCORPION KING, director Chuck Russell has no shortage of imaginative fantasy/horror classics under his belt. Now he returns to the genre he’s marked so brilliantly with a radical reinvention of Kevin S. Tenney’s 1986 Canadian cult favorite WITCHBOARD. Emily (Madison Iseman, ANNABELLE COMES HOME) and her fiancé Christian (Aaron Dominguez, Hulu's Only Murderers in the Building) discover an ancient Wiccan artifact, a pendulum board, as they prepare to open a bistro in New Orleans' French Quarter. Emily becomes obsessed with the board's powers, exposing her to the ancient spirit of the Queen of Witches. Desperate to help his fiancé, Christian seeks the advice of occult expert Alexander Babtiste (Jamie Campbell Bower, Netflix's Stranger Things, the TWILIGHT saga), but Babtiste has dark secrets of his own. Shot in Montreal by cinematographer Yaron Levy (UNIVERSAL SOLDIER: DAY OF RECKONING). Also starring David La Haye (TRUE NORTH), Charlie Tahan (Netflix's Ozark), Antonia Desplat (AppleTV+'s Shantaram), and Mel Jarnson (MORTAL KOMBAT).

PRESENTED BY MIKE FLANAGAN, CHRIS STUCKMANN’S SHELBY OAKS IS HERE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4u3Z72KhN8 A woman's desperate search for her long-lost sister, a famous YouTuber who investigated paranormal happenings, falls into obsession upon realizing that the imaginary demon from their childhood may have been real. After a successful Kickstarter campaign that broke records across the platform, the highly anticipated feature debut feature from YouTube creator Chris Stuckmann is finally here and ready to scare the pants off the world. SHELBY OAKS delivers in all departments. Starring Camille Sullivan (HUNTER HUNTER), Brendan Sexton III (DON’T BREATHE 2), Sarah Durn (RENFIELD), Keith David (THE THING, NOPE), and Michael Beach (AQUAMAN). Produced by Aaron B. Koontz, Cameron Burns, and Ashleigh Snead, and Executive Produced by Mike Flanagan and Trevor Macy, among others.

MIGUEL LLANSÓ’S INFINITE SUMMER IS A TRIPPY, TRANSHUMANIST FEAT OF FILMMAKING Estonia-based Miguel Llansó (CRUMBS, JESUS SHOWS YOU THE WAY TO THE HIGHWAY) is a singular gift to cinema. Fantasia is proud to be bringing the visionary iconoclast back to Montreal for the World Premiere of what may be his most compelling creation yet: INFINITE SUMMER, a trippy transhumanist sci-fi exploration vibrant with humor, poignancy, and gonzo invention. On a summer break, Mia and her friends try a meditation app that that’s somehow related to the operating system of the Tallinn Zoo, changing in the body chemistry of its users into something between pollen and cosmic dust. Mia will need to choose between saving her friends or joining them. An astonishing film, produced by legendary US producing partners Allison Rose Carter and Jon Read (EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE, AMERICAN HONEY), Rain Rannu (CHASING UNICORNS, THE INVISIBLE FIGHT), and Tõnu Hiielaid (KRATT), and Llansó himself, starring Hannah Gross (Netflix’s Mindhunter), Johanna Rosin, and Teele Kaljuvee-O'Brock.

TRUTH BE TOLD, CONFESSION IS A MASTERFULLY CRAFTED SINGLE-LOCATION THRILLER Every Winter since Sayuri’s tragic disappearance sixteen years ago, Asai and Jiyong climb the mountain where it happened to honor her memory. However, an intense blizzard and a catastrophic injury convince Jiyong he’s done for and, before forcing Asai to leave him to die, he shares a devastating revelation. Asai returns, however, after finding a nearby cabin and now, isolated for the night, the two have to deal with Jiyong’s not-so-last words... the hard way. Two award-winning Fantasia legends, director Nobuhiro Yamashita (LA LA LA AT ROCK BOTTOM) and actor/writer/director Yang Ik-june (BREATHLESS), along with superstar Toma Ikuta (THE MOLE SONG trilogy), team up to adapt a beloved manga into a narrative and technical achievement, one of the best single-location thrillers ever created. With stellar performances and masterful direction using every inch of his set to generate maximum tension, CONFESSION flirts with perfection at every level - and must be experienced in a theatre.

JAYRO BUSTAMANTE’S RITA WILL HAUNT YOUR MEMORY AND BREAK YOUR HEART Following up on the international success of his brilliant LA LLORONA (2019), director Jayro Bustamante’s RITA fuses mythical fantasy and whimsical imagery with themes of childhood innocence and the potent emotional register of a story based on a harrowing real-life event, wherein 41 young women needlessly burned to death inside a Guatemalan orphanage in the midst of a protest about inhumane conditions. At its core is the powerful performance of Guiliana Santa Cruz, who speaks for all the young women who suffered. As a result, the story speaks much to the power of female anger, and yet, not once does the director lose sense of the fact that at its heart, Rita’s tale is one of girlhood, of dreams, of an innocence lost, and regained within the bosom of female solidarity.

THIS MAN BLENDS WESTERN INSPIRATIONS WITH J-HORROR TROPES IN A PERFECT MELTING POT OF TERROR An inexplicable wave of tragic deaths plunges two investigators into the heart of a fateful whirlwind, where logic and facts have no value as a far-fetched urban legend seems to come true. A mother plagued by terrifying dreams, seeing her friends and colleagues disappear one after the other, and her family witness the horror unfold. Director and screenwriter Tomojiro Amano (TRAPPED IN MAKYO) skillfully fuses the styles of Eastern and Western classics, referencing RINGU, IT FOLLOWS, and A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET among others, to create an intimate, oppressive work that constantly keeps viewers on the edge of their seats as it slowly and subtly unveils the pandemic-like slaughter outside. At the crest of the international horror-film harvest of 2024, already a banner year, THIS MAN is sure to lodge itself in viewers' memories. With such potential, a Hollywood remake wouldn’t be surprising.

LOWELL DEAN’S DARK MATCH CONJURES SIX-TIME CHAMP CHRIS JERICHO AS A CULT LEADER! After his success with the WOLF COP films, Canadian filmmaker Lowell Dean switches it up and takes horror to the ring! When small-time wrestlers get a big payday for a private gig, they jump at the chance for fame and fortune, but the event, run by a mysterious leader who calls himself “The Prophet,” demands plenty of blood on the mats and involves a sinister, demonic deal! Set in the wrestling heyday of the 80s, DARK MATCH is an action-packed rumble on the ropes shot by acclaimed cinematographer Karim Hussain (INFINITY POOL, POSSESSOR). Starring wrestling legend Chris Jericho as the charismatic leader of its bloodthirsty cult, Ayisha Issa (TRANSPLANT), and Steven Ogg (AMC’s The Walking Dead), you’ll get more than your share of intrigue, action, and gore inside this ring! Septentrion Shadows section.

A SAMURAI IN TIME IS WORTH THE TIME AND TRAVEL TO SEE An Edo-period swordsman is flung into the future, arriving in modern Kyoto to confront utter confusion—and an acting career. The medieval warrior transported to modern times is a variant of the time-travel subgenre that has been explored many times around the world. Award-winning writer/director Junichi Yasuda (GOHAN), however, offers a take on the theme that’s not only clever, funny, and distinctly Japanese, but remarkably poignant. Shot on location at Toei Studios Kyoto, A SAMURAI IN TIME is held together by the subtle and convincing performance of lead actor Makiya Yamaguchi. More than just a fun fish-out-of-water fantasy, it’s an homage to samurai cinema as it wanes as surely as the shogunate once did.

SWIPE RIGHT ON ELRIC KANE’S DATING APP CHILLER THE DEAD THING A young woman, lost in a series of meaningless connections through dating apps, falls in love with a charismatic man who is hiding a dark secret that turns her affair into a dangerous obsession. Smart, tragic and unsettling, Pure Cinema host Elric Kane’s first solo-directed feature is a character-driven supernatural nightmare that explores the demons of modern dating in ways that are both horrific and disturbingly relatable. Swipe right on this profound piece of genre cinema that is destined to become a horror classic. Staring Blu Hunt (Netflix’s Another Life), Ben Smith-Petersen (MAD MAX: FURY ROAD), Katherine Hughes (ECHO 3), and John Karna (SCREAM). Co-Written by Webb Wilcoxen (The Frontier). Produced by Monte Yazzie, Matt Mercer (BLISS), and Rebekah McKendry (GLORIOUS).

MASHING UP GENRES, MASH VILLE IS A KOREAN CULT CLASSIC IN THE MAKING Someone has died after drinking the bootleg liquor brewed by Se-jong and his two younger brothers. While on a mission to retrieve their deadly booze before another person perishes from it, they come across two homicidal cultists who are terrorizing the villagers. The love that director Hwang Wook (LIVE HARD, DOG EAT DOG) harbors for the Western, action, and comedy genres shines through from start to finish with stylish cinematography, quirky characters, and an incredibly entertaining screenplay. Most importantly, pitch-black humor abounds. Hwang and company commit to their absurdity, and it’s an absolute blast, a genre-mashing crowd-pleaser sure to be a Korean cult classic as time goes on.

LUCÍA PUENZO’S ELECTROPHILIA CASTS A SUBVERSIVE NEW VISION A woman wakes up from a coma six weeks after being struck by lightning and finds herself compulsively drawn to electric currents as her body’s workings begin to change. She soon joins an underground support group of strike survivors led by a dangerously charismatic doctor, opening a doorway into unexpected new explorations. A gripping, sensorial experience with a visceral emotional core, ELECTROPHILIA is the latest creation from Cannes-award-winning Argentinian filmmaker and novelist Lucía Puenzo (THE FISH CHILD, XXY). Reminiscent of CRASH-era Cronenberg, it is a subversive and beautiful genre work, a different kind of self-discovery tale, and a new breed of dramatic thriller. Starring Mariana Di Girolamo (Pablo Larrain’s EMA), German Palacios (EL RAPTO), and Guillermo Pfening (THE GERMAN DOCTOR).

A MORALLY CHALLENGING TALE OF REVENGE, PENALTY LOOP TAKES A FAMILIAR THEME ON A DEVILISHLY TWISTED PATH https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-uwF0-__uY Left bereft by the wanton and inexplicable murder of his girlfriend, Jun chooses his own justice, carefully planning the perfect murder of the man who led him to become what he wants to eliminate. Once the vengeance is consummated, he wakes up with a confirmed sense of déjà-vu and his target alive and well, repeating the same routine as the day before. Offering a breathless, dark, and innovative variation on the time-loop concept, writer/director Shinji Araki (THE TOWN OF HEADCOUNTS) establishes himself as a sure thing in contemporary Japanese genre cinema with this unpredictable, shocking narrative that constantly twists and turns toward a conclusion that’s as satisfying as it is devastating. Carried by a convincing duo of actors in perfect sync, PENALTY LOOP is an accomplishment condemning Araki to return to the forefront with each of his future projects.

THE ADAMS FAMILY BIRTH CREATURES AT A SERBIAN FRACKING SITE IN HELL HOLE A road trip through Canadian oil fields conjured up fantasies of secrets deep in the dirt for the Adams family, and inspired them to create HELL HOLE, an indie rock-n-roll monster movie set at a far-away fracking site. Known for their DIY ethos, John and Lulu Adams and Toby Poser, partnering with Shudder, have joined the team behind The Last Drive-In with Joe Bob Briggs and FX legend Todd Masters to shoot their latest in Serbia with a local cast and crew. Absurd, mutinous, and transgressively comical, Hell Hole is old-school sci-fi horror, yet in typical family fashion, they subvert the genre with textures of biological and environmental horror in tandem with questions of gender and bodily autonomy. This will be the fourth time that Fantasia World Premieres work from the gifted filmmaking family, following launches of THE DEEPER YOU DIG, HELLBENDER, and WHERE THE DEVIL ROAMS.

DEAD DEAD FULL DEAD MUTATES THE WHODUNIT GENRE Junior police officers Balraam and Zubeida make a cute couple, but not the most diligent detectives. Called to a posh apartment tower to investigate a reported murder, the seemingly straightforward case quickly becomes a conundrum that would confuse even Sherlock Holmes. When the victim herself returns from the afterlife, matters become even more muddled, and soon enough the question isn’t who killed her... but who didn’t?! With the deadpan delirium of his debut feature, Mumbai-based editor and filmmaker Pratul Gaikwad offers a very odd, otherworldly mutation on the much-loved mystery-comedy genre. Featuring paranormal powers and multiple manias, cosmic wonders and covert class warfare, celestial bureaucracy and dysfunctional love, and even a supernaturally transformed goat, Gaikwad’s surreal whodunit offers a bit of everything... except perhaps proper law-enforcement procedure.

VOIVOD: WE ARE CONNECTED OFFERS A THUNDERING TRIBUTE TO LEGENDARY PROG METAL PIONEERS From the moment they exploded out of Jonquière in the early ‘80s, Voivod have been widely hailed as one of the most original and influential metal bands in the world. Years in the making and produced with full access to the band’s archives, Felipe Belalcazar’s illuminating VOIVOD: WE ARE CONNECTED brings the story of a groundbreaking 40+ year career to the screen with energy, insight, and a palpable sense of love. The long-awaited doc will be launched in the very province that birthed the band and Fantasia couldn’t be prouder. With appearances by Tobias Forge (Ghost), Mikael Akerfeldt (Opeth), Jason Newsted (Metallica – and brief Voivod member), Zach Blair (Rise Against, GWAR), Tom G Warrior (Celtic Frost, Triptykon), and Ivan Doroschuk (Men Without Hats), among many others. Docs from the Edge section.

A FANTASTICAL JAPAN RETURNS IN FLY ME TO THE SAITAMA: FROM BIWA LAKE WITH LOVE After stealing hearts at Fantasia 2019, where FLY ME TO THE SAITAMA won the Audience Award for Best Asian Feature, director Hideki Takeuchi returns to a fantastical version of Japan—“definitely not a portrayal of any actual place”—with a completely original story independent from the ’80s manga from which it takes its name. Read the full article

#28thfantasiafilmfestival #fantasia #fantasiafilmfestival #fantasiainternationalfilmfestival #festival #filmfestival #Horror #indiefilm #indiehorror #montreal #movies #shelbyoaks

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moodylimesoda · 7 months ago

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Crown Jewel 2024 Reactions

So like last ppe I will give my final thoughts! If you see no reactions it’s because I didn’t have any for that match.

Bloodline OG vs Bloodline Lite

Winner: Bloodline Lite

It was interesting. I’m not sure how I feel about the outcome but I can gather the concept that the OG bloodline isn’t complete until it is actually complete. There’s too much bad blood. That questionable non tag to Roman from Jey was already tricky for me.

The after of the match with the obvious shenanigans was a little predictable because we know Sami was coming. I was good with that. But, that accidental kick. Hmm. Great. How does The Pebble get involved in the future? Let’s see.

Women’s Tag Team Fatal 4-Way match

Belair and Cargill (c) vs Sky and Sane vs Jackson and Legend vs Greene and Niven

Winners: Bianca Belair and Jade Cargill

This match was fantastic! Iyo had a few issues there but that’s okay! No injuries I hope. Chelsea did her comedic part with a few good moves there. I’m not sure about y’all but I’m going to need to see Cargill vs Legend someday! All 8 of these ladies did so good!

Seth Rollins vs Bronson Reed

Winner: Seth Freakin’ Rollins

Women’s Crown Jewel Championship match.

Nia Jax ( WWE Women’s Champion Smackdown) vs Liv Morgan ( WWE Women’s Champion Raw

Winner: Liv Morgan (With help)

Another waste of my damn time. Listen I’m glad the ladies got to come out and represent (as a person I’m great with this, everyone needs to flex on!) but as a fan I’m over the cheating. I’m also annoyed Tiffany didn’t cash in and it’s giving useless contract for me.

Some wins need to come WITHOUT distractions and assistance. This was one of em. Any belt for that matter… Again, as a person I am not knocking this because this is huge for women in this industry anyway, and I am proud Liv as a person is doing what she wants to do and being heel and making it work, but as a fan I separate kayfabe from reality and my fan side DON’T WANT NONE.

Kevin Owen’s vs Randy Orton

Winner: None. The match never happened. I’d be kind of angry if I was a filler segment but it’s Crown Jewel…so…we just chose violence.

WWE United States Championship Triple threat match.

LA Knight (c) vs Andrade vs Carmelo Hayes

Winner: LA Knight (Yeah)

That turnbuckle doesn’t like them. Iykyk. lol.

Impressive as always from all three.

Men’s Crown Jewel Championship

Cody Rhodes (Smackdown Undisputed WWE Champion) vs Gunther (Raw World Heavyweight Chamion)

Winner: Cody Rhodes

Somehow I imagine they weren’t going to have the King/queen of the ring also be Crown Jewel champions. That makes sense to me. Was a crazy match though. Great to watch. I appreciate the handshake at the end however.

Overall

I have to begin this with the obvious because my wrap up is short. Those are some FUCKING UGLY BELTS. AND I saw the post show and so those belts remain in Saudi Arabia and they get rings. You could have JUST MADE THE PRIZE THE RINGS.

Everything is else is written above. Aside from the belts being basically made rings, it’s like when you make a replica for a miniature. We just had huge versions made human size. I just…I don’t get it. Overall everyone just make your money. As I said as a person, everyone did what they needed to do, as a fan, I don’t want some of that lol.

And I do want to say I realize I sound quite negative when it comes to the women but I’m not trying to be. These women do amazing work and have amazing talent and no matter how it was won she is the first and I’m proud of all of the women when they achieve firsts in this business. I must say again I separate kayfabe from reality! So as a person I’m all for it! As a fan of the brand…god she’s gonna he insufferable!

Thanks for reading!

#wwe crown jewel #crown jewel wwe #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #ugly ass belts

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chriskreider · 9 months ago

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i hope someone checks in on kevin hayes i cant fucking imagine how hes feeling right now

#nhl

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void-galaxy-shenanigans · 10 months ago

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Who are your favorite artists or what songs do you listen to most? (new songs that have stood out to you recently count too)

This varies widely headmate to headmate, but I’ll start with a band we all agree on & some songs that everyone sings along to, & then the favourites/replay songs of the current fronting crew (the people currently front or co-conscious). We can obviously add on more people later if anyone’s curious 🤷‍♂️

~Nico

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Favourite Band We All Agree On: Citizen Soldier

(some songs we listen to, not specifying who likes which songs)

Songs We All Sing Along To: This Is Me (Greatest Showman¹), Radioactive (Imagine Dragons), & What About Us (P!nk, but we’ll also listen to a cover by Jeb Havens sometimes)

(¹ we haven’t even seen the movie or musical or any rendition, just know some of the songs 🤷‍♂️)

Songs We Tend To Play On Loop (regardless of who’s front): My Days (Joy Woods), Go Find Less (Riley Roth), Home (Phillip Phillips), Grow As We Go (Ben Platt), This Is How I Learn To Say No (Emeline), I Am (Emhahee)

(including a couple of these:)

Current Fronting Crew: Jack (he/him), Serenity (she/they), Nico (he/they)

(Ward & Zen are in the background, but they “don’t have strong preferences” for our music (they’re gatekeepers). This includes some vulnerable comfort songs, but I won’t point out which ones - if you know, you know 🤷‍♂️.)

Nico’s Music Taste: Truck Candy (Abi), Shallow (cover by Kevin Karla y La Banda), Burden (Citizen Soldier), Dear God (originally by Hunter Hayes, but he has a Nightcore ~Serenity), Off (Jake Scott), Your Daughter (Dina Rebekah), Smoke It (Haley Mae Campbell)

Serenity’s Music Taste: NVM (Faith Marie), The Table (Valeree), My Boyfriend’s Back (Paris Bennett), Nothing Is Required (Mia Stegner), W.I.T.C.H. (Devon Cole (all-time favourite, can summon her to front))

Jack’s Music Taste: Love Who You Want To (Jordan Suaste), Last Man Standing (Livingston), For Your Entertainment (Adam Lambert), Him (Sam Smith), Scream (Usher), Montero (Call Me By Your Name) (Lil Nas X), Closer (The Chainsmokers & Halsey)

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Obviously this is non-exhaustive, we tried to limit it a bit 😅. But we love to share music tastes so if y’all want more feel free to ask 💜

~Nico

#~Nico #~Serenity #~Jack #did system #music #music taste #favourites #favorites #favorite songs #favourite songs

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openingnightposts · 2 years ago

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#ChoralConcert #EdwardAKliszus #GeraldW.LynchTheater #MusicReview #NewYorkChoralSociety #NewYorkMusic

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brockkboeserr · 3 years ago

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summertime and the living is easy

Kevin's your best friend and everyone has been rooting for the two of you to get together for years. One moment in the waters of Cape Cod have the potential to change everything.

pairing: kevin hayes x reader

warnings: fluuuuuuuff city over here, best friends to lovers cliches

word count: 1.3k

a/n: it's mr kevin hayes birthday and i wrote this for him but also @danglesnipecelly who told me to think of her man but not more than she does <3 my face still rly hurts so be nice. if you enjoy, pls let me know what you think!!

Kevin’s laughter can brighten any dark day, breech through any darkness, clear any grey sky. It could move mountains and topple empires and probably solve world peace if given the chance. Instead, it just rings in your ears as he wraps his arms around you and jumps in the cool water off the dock.

“You idiot!” you sputter, smacking at the parts of him you can reach with one hand, the other clearing the saltwater from your eyes. “What if I had my phone in my pocket?”

“You didn’t,” he replies confidently, that same laughter still rumbling through him, disrupting both the water around you and your body for where you’re still pressed against him.

It’s true, you’d left it back at the cottage but that was entirely besides the point. Kicking away from him, he finally lets you go. “But what if I did?”

“You didn’t,” he reiterates, laughing and reaching for you again but you just smack at his hand. Sighing, he concedes, “I would have replaced it, you know that.”

You roll your eyes fondly, shaking your head before pulling yourself up onto the dock. “Ma sent me to get you for dinner.”

Lazily wading, he looks up at you where you’ve got your hands on your hips, your tank top and denim shorts stuck to your body in a way that he knows can’t be comfortable. “But I didn’t catch anything,” he points to the lawn chair and fishing rod set up to your left.

“She figured you wouldn’t.” There’s no sense in lying. Kev was too big, too loud, too boisterous to sit in silence and catch enough bass to feed the large crew that was yours and Kevin’s families. A consequence of being neighbors on the Cape, you’d grown up with Kevin—from chunky little babies to awkward, gangly teenagers to professional athlete and copywriter and everything in between. “She made lasagna now come on, you know she hates it when you’re late for dinner.”

“Well help me up, then,” he implores, reaching out to you with his right hand. You give him a look that clearly states you’re not in the mood for a practical joke. “No funny business, I swear.”

You sigh once, so heavily Kev wonders if it’s possible for someone to carry that much indignation, before grabbing his offered hand. He quickly reveals his other hand, which was hiding behind his back, his middle and pointer fingers crossed before tugging you back into the water with him.

This time he holds you tight, foiling your efforts to hit his chest before the thought has even occurred to you. Your fury dies on your tongue though, some variation of ‘Kevin Patrick Hayes you’re a dead man!’ flickering to the forefront of your mind before snuffing out entirely.

Your heart beats loudly in your ears and you can feel Kev’s beating just as strongly where your chests are pressed together. He’s looking at you differently than he ever has before, or at least differently than you’ve ever caught him. The look in his eyes is smoldering, a hot fire on a cool summer’s eve, flickering and dancing with warmth as you shiver nearby. You want to get closer and closer until the warmth sets your bones on fire.

And then he’s kissing you. Hot and heavy and like everything you never knew you wanted. His full lips capture your upper lip at first and then he’s prodding your mouth open and slipping his tongue past your teeth. The whimper that leaves you is quiet, but it may as well have been a gunshot for how viscerally he reacts, somehow pulling you even closer while giving you the freedom to slide your hands into his hair.

It’s unexpected and crazy but it’s also the most natural thing in the world—the logical next step in the lifelong friendship you’d built, between the mutual respect and the love and the way you know everything about him and he, you. It’s perfect and it’s wild and though the water is still as cold as it was when he’d jumped in the first time, you’re unbelievably warmed for where your skin touches his and the fire of his eyes that lights you up from the inside out.

You press closer and closer, desperately taking everything he’s willing to give until you’re broken apart by a wolf whistle. Surprised, you swing your head towards the source of the noise so fast, you’re surprised you don’t have whiplash.

It’s Kevin’s sister and one of his nieces looking far too smug and dry on the dock. “So that’s what’s taking you so long,” his sister smirks with her eyebrows raised, the very picture of ‘I told you so’ because she had. And so had everyone else. From kids on the Cape to the cooties years to awkward teenagers to when you pulled up Friday afternoon after driving an hour straight from the city. It didn’t help that Kevin was always touching you in some manner and calling you his girl—though you’d always insisted both were entirely platonic.

Kevin was one of your best friends and a steady presence in your life—or at least the summer, missing him terribly the months he was away living out his dreams in the big show, seeing him the handful of times the team took on the Bruins—and you never even thought about jeopardizing that, despite the small crush you had of course developed on him when you were younger. He was cute, sweet, funny and nice to you, how could you not fall a little in love?

Never thought about jeopardizing that until, of course, he was pulling you into the water and then pulling you close.

It was the greatest tragedy of your families’ lives that nothing had ever come out of the lifelong friendship. All it would take is a glass of wine or three for Shelagh and your mom to start wistfully speaking aloud their dream that you and Kevin would finally ‘work things out’. Your dad was a little less enthusiastic publicly, saying things like ‘my daughter isn’t dating until she’s forty!’ and ‘certainly not some professional athlete!’ but privately insinuating that there was no one he would trust more with your heart.

On that note, his niece helpfully adds, “Just wait until Nana and Aunty find out!”

Groaning, you hide your face in Kevin’s damp neck as his full laughter shakes both of your bodies. “I’m never showing my face at the cottage again. You gotta smuggle me back to Boston.”

“Come on,” he tells you, pushing your wet hair behind your ear and teasing, “there’s lasagna.”

And though there’s a lot to talk about, especially but not exclusively that kiss, at the very core, he’s still your best friend and still liable for a dunk in the water for being a smartass. “I should drown you!” you shout and then push his head underwater.

That sets his niece off into giggles, leaving her mom to swoop her up into her arms and laugh too. Kevin resurfaces with a chuckle of his own and really, there’s nothing better than being surrounded by the laughter of three members of the Hayes clan.

Except, maybe, the look on his ma’s face when her granddaughter rats you out at the dinner table.

Or the way your dad’s hands shake when he hands you off to Kevin at the end of a sandy aisle a few short years later.

Or your moms holding hands and crying in the front row.

Or maybe, best of all, the loud booming laughter of your husband after dipping you and slipping a little tongue into your first kiss as man and wife.

#nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction #kevin hayes fic #kevin hayes imagine #kevin hayes imagines #kevin hayes fanfiction #shelb writes

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sunshinefarabees · 3 years ago

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love drunk (j.f)

pairing: joel farabee x reader + best friend!kevin hayes

words: 4.0k

warnings: mentions of alcohol, bars, kissing, and ofc teasing by friends

author’s note: hi hello! i apologize for any errors as i’m eighteen and have never drank/gone go a bar before:) thanks, besties. also special tags to @joelsfarabees (helped me come up with the idea), @huggybug , @cartahhart79 , @quietblues , @ethancale , and @1-800-iluvhockey for encouraging + proofreading + and giving me ideas. and ofc @fiveminutesforfarabee for throwing hc’s about bf!joel with me to go back on for this fic. this wouldn’t have become a thing without any of you- i love you all forever<3 and @bitchinbarzal because i said i would tag you<3 your ig edits are immaculate

the fluorescent lights from the dance floor bounced off the blue swirls of the bar counter. it felt cool against your forearms compared to the warmth and humidity of the club- sweaty bodies smashed together, laughing as they downed drink after drink as if it was water. your eyes met the rim of your glass, filled with some alcoholic beverage that you had ordered half an hour ago. the ice was slowly watering it down, not that it mattered, as you honestly weren’t that interested in it.

your gaze broke from the glass as suddenly an arm found its way around your shoulders. you flinched slightly before relaxing into the familiar feel of kevin hayes. his cologne smelled of sandalwood and lavender, something that was unique to him.

“fuck yeah! y/nnnn!” he slurred, pulling you closer as he swayed side to side, “where’s your lover boy, bestie?”

you chuckled, softly pushing him into the wooden stool next to you, “he’s not my lover boy, kev, he’s over there chatting with teeks and ratty.”

of course, kevin was talking about joel. you and joel had met several months ago from mutual friends, kevin being one of them. the moment you had met him, his honey pooled eyes, goofy smile, and just the amount of calm he brought to a room stole your heart. however, you knew that the gorgeous hunk of man was so obviously out of your league. joel was a national hockey league player with a bright future and a huge heart; someone you felt would never be interested in you.

“fuck that! you want him to be!” kevin giggled, as he poked your knees repeatedly with his finger. “i think that fucker likessss you!”

you snorted, “yeah okay, hayesy. whatever you say, dude.” you slipped your drink, grimacing at the slight burn of the watered-down alcohol. you knew kevin was drunk, but your heart ached to believe that maybe, just maybe, joel would feel the same way about you.

“shit- can- can i tell you a secret?” kevin hiccuped, a mischievous grin dancing across his face.

“sure, kev. what’s up, buddy?” you motioned for the bartender, mouthing water, pointing at the 6’5 drunk next to you.

the bartender chuckled, sliding you a glass as kevin continued.

“i-i know something about beezer that you don’t!”

“i’m sure you know a lot of things about joel that i don’t.” you passed him the water, satisfied as he downed half of it in one gulp, the large bar glass looking small in his hand.

“no, no-“ he coughed, placing the glass back on the bar counter, “fuck- i mean- he likes you! shit- you’re all he fucking talks about during practice and games. god, he never shuts the fuck up about you, y/n/n!” he was giggling like a schoolgirl, too out of it to notice how red your face had become. “hold on, i’m gonna go get another fucking drink! byeee y/n/n! i looove you, bestie!” kevin gave you a half squeeze before wandering in a random direction.

watching him walk away, you felt your heart start to race. what the hell was kevin talking about? joel? have feelings for ME? you thought, yeah okay. out of habit, your eyes wandered to where joel was standing with travis, oskar, and isaac. his head was thrown back, bouts of laughter escaping his lips, which of course hid his teeth. he was dressed in a white collared shirt, the first few buttons undone with black jeans. his chest was in full view, his gold chain glistening against the vibrant lights of the club. your eyes followed his arms to his hands, the left one holding a beer while the right moved as he talked.

your eyes closed as you pursed your lips, butterflies filling your stomach. he looked incredible. opening your eyes again, you saw a new addition coming to joel’s presence. kevin.

you chuckled as he stumbled into joel, grinning as he did so. you sipped your drink again, watching the five interact. however, you choked as kevin pointed at you, joel’s eyes finding yours.

attempting to regain your composure, you offered a smile and a tiny wave that joel returned before turning back to his friends. you watched kevin babble to them and point in your direction before he started heading over to you again.

“yes, hollywood? how may i be of service?” you sipped your drink, attempting to mask the anxiety of whatever shenanigans he was up to as he approached.

“need you to come with me-“ he slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you with him. “it’s important, bestie.”

“christ- okay. hold on, buddy.” you laid a bill on the counter, paying for the drink you had barely touched as you grabbed the rest of your things. “okay, now, where are we going?”

kevin gave you a mischievous grin, “i’m being your fucking wingman!”

you sputtered, confused as he led you across the room, “w-what? what the hell are you talking about?”

“just trust me, babe- shit’s going to be great.”

you groaned, “kevin- you’re way too drunk for this!”

he scoffed, “actually, y/n/n, i drank water, remember? i’m cool as a damn cucumber.”

“yeah- and you went for a drink afterward, remember?” you mocked him, “besides- when the hell do you ever say you’re-“ you were cut off abruptly when you came to a screeching halt. a few feet away stood the same man you were admiring from the bar moments ago. joel.

“now here’s the plan-“

“plan?” your head whipped over to kevin bewildered, “what?”

“the plan for you to admit to joel you-“ he started, but you slapped your hand over his mouth.

“no. he’s-“ you ran your hand through your hair before pulling the 6’5 giant outside of the bar. as you gently made your way through the friday bar crowd, you could feel yourself spiraling. sure, kevin did know joel better than you, but joel liking you? you had gone through endless scenes where you confessed to him, but none of them ever resulted in what you wanted: reciprocated feelings- much less a relationship.

your thoughts broke as you opened the bar doors; the february air nipped at your arms, and the absence of a coat caused you to shiver.

“listen, i appreciate you. i do. you’re a great person and friend- and maybe an even better hockey player, but i’m not telling joel anything.”

he scrunched his face in confusion, his blue eyes searching your face for an answer, “what? why?”

you turned your head away from him, biting the inside of your cheeks harshly, struggling to find the words you wanted to say. the street was lit up by streetlights, apartments, and businesses that were strangely still open at midnight.

“kevin-“ you sighed, “he’s out of my league. he plays in the NATIONAL hockey league. he’s gorgeous, intelligent, funny… he could have anyone he wants- not me. i know what you said earlier, but… there’s no way he’s talking about me. you’re hardly present, dude.”

kevin’s face softened, “y/n…” he blinked his eyes a few times before putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, “listen, i know i’m fucking drunk right now, but you should hear him talk about you. not anyone else. you. he’s fucking like- god, i’m going to ruin his chances because i’m fucking-“ he groaned, “y/n/n, he’s whipped for you. i’ve never seen him like this- we’re all sick of him. you’ve gotta talk to him- i know you like him too.”

your heart was hammering in your chest again. joel? liking you back? it felt like a dream. you felt so giddy as if you could do anything- which could be kevin’s second confession or the decent amount of alcohol in your system. “are you messing with me?”

he shook his head rapidly, “i mean every word, dude.”

you rubbed your hands on the scratchy, black material of your jeans, the anxiety and giddiness mixing in all at once. “okay.”

“huh?” kevin scrunched his face in confusion.

“be my wingman.”

he squealed (which honestly threw you off a bit, seeing as you didn’t know such a sound could come from someone that tall), “y/n, everything’s going to be great. here’s the plan.”

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you had never felt this nervous in your life. your hands were clammy; you kept wiping them off on your black jeans to no avail.

kevin’s hand was resting gently in the middle of your back, rubbing small circles, attempting to at least relax you a bit. he had already given you two shots of tequila for confidence, but they didn’t seem to be working as you both walked closer to the high table where joel, isaac, travis, and oskar sat. you could hear joel’s laugh from a mile away, causing butterflies to build in your stomach.

“hey, guys!” kevin grinned, “look who i found!”

all four men offered hellos, immediately including you in the conversation of doors versus wheels. you were only half paying attention, your full attention being on joel. his brown eyes were concentrated as he discussed and took the side of doors, which made you accidentally snort in laughter.

joel turned to you, a smirk dancing across his face, “you’ve got something to say, hm?”

“no-“ you grinned, chuckling, “it’s just obviously wheels.”

travis immediately signaled a high five, which you reciprocated. “thank you! someone with sense. i’ve been struggling with these guys forever!” his own brown eyes twinkled, seeming to grin as much as his mouth did.

“oh shut up, teeks. it’s totally doors.” isaac groaned, taking a sip of his beer, his other arm resting on the edge of the table.

“it’s fuckin’ wheels! office chairs, stupid.” kevin piped up, beaming as you and travis both high-fived him.

joel, noticing a particular blonde was quiet, nudged his head towards oskar. “osky, baby, what’s on your mind?“

oskar set his beer down with a soft smile, “i have my thoughts, but you guys are more entertaining to watch.”

the conversation continued, laughter and teasing erupting often. by the time kevin beckoned for travis, isaac, and oskar to follow him for more drinks (not before he sent a wink your way and mouthing go), it was only joel with the opinion of doors.

“i can’t believe after all that evidence you’re still saying doors!” you exclaimed, joel throwing his head back in laughter.

“maybe i’m just saying it to see your reaction,” he smirked, lifting his beer to his lips, swallowing what was left.

you glared at him, slightly kicking him under the table, “farabee, you’re a menace.”

“says you! you’re kicking me!” he teased, slightly kicking you back.

“you’re a hockey player!” you retorted, “you feel nothing in your calves!”

joel fake gasped, “how rude of you to assume they feel nothing!”

“beezer, you get hit with high sticks, slashes, and pucks on a regular basis. my size seven foot isn’t doing anything to you.”

he stuck his tongue out at you as you laughed. the energy around you felt electric. music blared over the speakers as you both got lost in conversation.

as you felt joel’s fingertips creep against your own, the familiar chords of paper rings by taylor swift caused you to break out in a grin.

“cmon farabee- you have to dance with me!” you closed the distance, grasping his hand and slipped out of the tall, wooden chair.

joel‘s face reddened as the quick source of contact, letting you lead the way. “but babe!” he whined, “i can’t dance!”

the nickname caused your face to do the same as you pulled him onto the dance floor. “who cares?”

in response, he gave you a nervous smile before spinning you around. his white shirt opened revealing more of his chest and chain.

“see? you’re doing great!” your eyes found his, trying not to stare at his neck as you gave him a reassuring smile.

you both danced a while, laughing as the other stumbled a little. the room around you melted again. it didn’t matter to joel that it was late and he had an early practice tomorrow. nor did it matter to you that here you were, dancing the night away while you had a final paper to work on. the bodies around you seemed to disappear. the budding chemistry that had shied away during the first months of friendship had now come with full force. not that either of you would admit it to each other in the moment, but this felt different.

little did you know, joel felt dizzy. having your hands wrapped around his? he felt like he was dreaming. his eyes kept finding your lips, which was engulfed in a smile at him each time. joel could hardly keep his rhythm, too infatuated with you.

song after song played, before finally settling on a slow one.

“may i?” joel’s hands softly found their way to your waist, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

you gave him a soft nod as your hands found their way to his neck.

a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. moments passed before the melody of joel’s sweet compliments fell upon your ears. “you look so beautiful, you know.” he muttered, continuing to gently sway your bodies back and forth.

your cheeks reddened, his voice echoing in your head just as the feeling of his hands that rested near your belt loops started to sink in. “i was- i was just thinking the same about you.” your voice came out softer than you intended, as your fingers gently started playing with the ends of his hair, attempting to test the waters. the boundaries of this dance- of whatever this was- were unclear. sure, kevin had told you joel had liked you. sure, this seemed pretty romantic with the whole slow dancing and being called babe. however, everything was still unsaid which increased your anxiousness of the whole situation.

noticing your apprehension, joel sent you a soft smile and a gentle nod, letting you know it was okay.

in comfortable silence, you both danced together. it felt nice to just be with joel. having the same friends as well as being friends, everything felt chaotic. but here and now? though the music was loud, being connected with simple touches was exhilarating in the calmest way.

“hey,” joel mumbled after the song ended, “it’s getting late. do you need a ride home?” his fingers gently slipped under your shirt, rubbing gentle circles in your sides, still swaying.

“no, no. i’m okay. kev was my-“ you cut yourself off, your face scrunching in confusion as the realization hit you, “what the hell happened to our friends?”

he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, “no clue- kinda glad they disappeared though- nice to be with just you, y/n/n.”

you felt your face heating up as you hid in his shoulder, “shut up, farabee.”

a laugh echoed through his lips, his chest vibrating with the sound, “sorry, y/n.”

the comfort yet excitement you found in the moment made you dizzy. the buzz of the alcohol faded, but the buzz of joel was building. HIS hands on your sides; HIS chest against your face. you were on fire. your skin felt hot as you slowly looked up at him, his hand finding your face.

time felt slow as you watched his eyes glance at your lips as you glanced at his until you found his eyes again.

joel’s pupils were blown and only focused on you.

“can… can i kiss you?” he whispered, eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.

you nodded, a gentle smile taking over as he finally pressed his lips against yours.

the feeling of joel’s lips on yours was electrifying. it felt like fireworks were exploding in every nerve of your body. if this were the princess diaries or some older film, you’d have the foot pop. you never wanted it to end.

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you and joel kissed for a long time, his gentle lip bites and face holding drove you crazy in the best way. fireworks still gently exploded throughout your veins, and the feeling of his face against your palms made you feel dizzy.

when he did finally pull away, cheers and whoops exploded from the booth behind you, causing you to whip around to find the culprits. meanwhile, joel’s arm found its way protectively around your waist- pulling you closer.

kevin, oskar, travis, and isaac had begun to all high-five each other.

“fucking finally, dude!” a huge grin covered kevin’s face as he barreled over, crushing you both into a hug. “i’m so glad this is finally out in the open. you guys are fuckin’ perfect for each other!”

“i had to get the right moment!” joel replied, “this is the one that matters, kev! i couldn’t just wing this shit.”

a huge smile covered your face as the words left his mouth. “one that matters, huh?”

realizing what he said, joel’s eyes met the tiled floor as he blushed with a soft smile, “well… yeah. it’s you.”

although the club was loud, a comfortable silence fell over the six of you. though neither you or joel knew it, the peace that your friends felt for you was immediate. they knew how much you liked each other from the beginning. it was the small things. it was oskar that first started noticing the small stares joel would give you from across the room. it was isaac that noticed how different joel would act when you were around- even before you met- back when you were just kevin’s friend. it was travis that noticed how your eyes seemed to gloss over when you and joel were properly introduced to each other. finally, though, it was kevin who pieced together that the person joel was whining and going on about was you- his best friend.

“joel, next time, maybe try not to wait six months to ask them out.” travis chirped, earning a glare from the man in question.

you blushed, kissing his shoulder, “six months?” you teased, giving his hand a gentle squeeze for reassurance.

pretending not to hear you, joel sent you a sheepish smile, “so… do you still want me to drive you home?” his arm still wrapped around your waist.

you chuckled, noticing his change in demeanor, “i do, is that okay?”

“yeah, y/n/n! cmon. i’ll drive you home, yeah?” joel’s lips found the crown of your head, sending the boys a wave, ignoring the teases they sent your way.

as you both started to make your way out, your eyes found kevin’s as he gave you a thumbs up. you mouthed thank you, watching as he shook his head with a smile.

turning back as joel opened the door for you, your hand found his. “i had a great time tonight.”

his calloused fingers, though rough, felt soothing against the top of your knuckles as you both walked. “me too. i’ve wanted to do that for so long.” he admitted, “i just never thought in a million years that you’d like me back.”

screeching to a halt, your head whipped around to face him bewildered. “what? you- joel? are you serious?”

he chuckled at your reaction, gently pulling you to walk again, but stopping when he realized you were serious. “well… yeah. most people only like me for my money. you aren’t like that. you’re going to college- you could have anyone you want. i’m just a hockey player. i never finished school. sure, i have a career that i’m somewhat successful in, but i mean- i don’t have a degree. this ends in what? twenty years? that’s not stability. don’t get me wrong, i love the game. i wouldn’t change my life for anything- this is a dream and i’m so grateful for all the opportunities i have. but for you? you deserve someone with an education- someone who can provide for you and be home for you all the time. you and kevin are close, you know what it’s like. i just… i never thought that you would downgrade your options for someone like me.”

you felt yourself start to spiral. the facts that joel firstly, liked you first, and secondly, didn’t think he was good enough for you hit you like a truck. the same man that you had been crushing on for months and sneaking glances at from afar thought he wasn’t good enough for YOU.

“joel- what? how could-“ you were sputtering, struggling to find the right words to say. “how could you even think that? i’m not trying to be invalidating, but you’re… you. you’re becoming one of the best hockey players in the league. you were drafted at eighteen. g said you were going to beat all of his records- not just anyone, but claude giroux said that to you. you have the biggest heart of anyone i know. you’re constantly putting your all into the game and life. joel, no offense, you could be working at wawa and I wouldn't give a shit. i like you because you’re you- not because of your career or how much money you make. you’re an incredible human being, joel farabee. i never want to hear you say any different.” you finished, slightly out of breath.

joel just stared at you, his mouth slightly agape.

“alright. now that that’s taken care of, c'mon. i’m tired.” you grabbed his hand, pulling him to his car that sat a few feet away.

wordlessly, he opened the car door for you as he unlocked it, still in a daze. you watched as he got into the driver’s seat before he turned to you.

“that was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. thank you for believing in me.” joel sent you a toothless smile, before starting the car.

the ride to your apartment was quiet besides the gentle hum of the radio and the beating of your heart as his hand found yours.

as he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he parked the car wordlessly before jogging over to open your door for you.

“what a gentleman.” you giggled, as you took his hand.

“only for the best.” joel smiled as he shut the car door behind you.

hand in hand, you both started the walk to the elevator. of course, joel held open every door for you- excluding the elevator button as he remembered how kevin said you loved to do so. the elevator ride was also silent, the two of you simply buzzing from the effects of each other.

as the elevator reached your floor, your smile fell a little, knowing that your time with joel was almost to an end. before you knew it, you were face to face with your door.

“so… i had a great time tonight,” you said, breaking the silence, and pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“me too.” he grinned at you as you pressed another kiss to his nose. “maybe we could… do it again, sometime? just us?”

you exhaled, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “yeah… i’d love that. i’d really love that.”

“great. tomorrow at seven?”

“that’s perfect.”

joel couldn’t stop smiling and neither could you. his right hand gently raised to your face, holding it gingerly as he gently leaned in.

your heart was racing, even if you both had just made out an hour prior. just like before, fireworks were exploding in every nerve in your body as his lips touched yours. you felt like you were floating.

the kiss seemed to be too short as he softly pulled away, “i’ll see you at seven. goodnight, baby.” giving your hand a squeeze, he waved as you went inside your apartment.

you slid against the door, a blush covering your cheeks. you couldn’t believe that joel had just kissed you. you felt so giddy.

you fished your phone out of your pocket and immediately sent a text to kevin.

to kevin mccallister 🏒: i owe you one. thank you so much<3 guess who has a date tomorrow @ 7 !! spoiler- me 😌

as if on cue, your phone dinged. confused as kevin never replies that fast, you looked at your phone again, immediately breaking out in a smile.

from joel 🥰: you’re an absolute dream. just left and i can’t get enough of you. can’t wait to see you tomorrow💞

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Still Regret It ~ Kevin Hayes

Summary: Your breakup with Kevin was years in the past but you could never fully shake the feelings you once had for him.

Word Count: ~2,800

A/N: I feel like this is really rushed. I definitely should have added more details so the plot isn’t so quick but I know if I don’t just post it I’ll just start to hate it more and more and it’ll never get posted. So if you’re looking for a super realistic story with reasonable timelines, this probably isn’t it.

You’re sitting on your couch, a hard seltzer in your hand, a drunk buzz coursing through your veins with all of your best friends sitting around the living room with you. The clock on the wall showing that it was already two in the morning but you didn’t care, it was your engagement party. You had left the bar just half an hour ago to continue drinking at your apartment only this time with a mountain of pizza and garlic bread.

“I cannot believe you’re getting married,” Anna says from where she was sitting on the living room floor, leaning against your coffee table with an empty bottle of beer in front of her.

“And you really thought you would never get over Kevin all those years ago.” That comment came from your very best friend Ella. Normally she wouldn’t bring up Kevin, but she was drunk enough that her guards were down.

“I know,” you giggle, taking another drink of your seltzer. “I would still go back to him if he showed up and told me not to get married though,” you comment casually not expecting the room to fall into an uncomfortable silence. “What?” You ask, voice nervous.

“What did you just say?” Anna enquires, leaning closer to you across the table.

“Kevin…you know, like if he showed up and said he wanted to make it work. Like, you know, your lost love…if they showed up at your wedding, if they told you not to do it. Everyone has that person, you know?” You ramble, nervously playing with the tab of your can as you start to think your feelings may not be as common as you once thought.

“No,” Jasmine says, the only married one in the friend group. “People don’t get married to someone who isn’t their first choice.”

“So am I never supposed to get married then?” You retort, eyes welling with tears.

“I-,” Jasmine begins, unsure of what to say or do.

You hadn’t meant to bring the mood down, didn’t realize that your thoughts and emotions were that heavy.

“I think you’re just drunk,” Ella says, swooping in to rescue you from the moment. “I’m going to get another drink, want to come with me?” She asks you, taking your hand and all but dragging you into the kitchen.

Out of the sight of everyone else she pulls you to face her, reaching over and wiping away the tears that had pooled beneath your eyes. “Am I a bad person?” You whisper to her.

“What?” Ella asks with a chuckle, shaking her head. “No, of course you’re not a bad person.”

“Should I not marry Tyler?”

Ella takes a deep breath, reaching over and pulling you into a hug. “I can’t answer that. But you’ve been with him for four years. You love him. But you need to figure it out on your own.”

Sniffling you pull away, nodding in response. “Let’s just forget about it for now,” you suggest to which Ella nods, handing you a shot glass and filling it with tequila.

You tried to forget about the night, tried to believe that it was just the alcohol talking. You wanted so badly for your feelings about Kevin to be untrue. But you knew the saying was true for you that night, drunk words are sober thoughts.

It wasn’t that you were always thinking about Kevin, you just knew that somewhere deep inside you there were still some feelings for him. He was your first love. He was your greatest love, it burned heavy and fast.

You met in university. You had moved to Boston after getting accepted at Boston College. Kevin was going into his second year of university when you were in your first and you met at a college party. You didn’t even want to be there. You were homesick and didn’t want to spend your Friday in a room full of people you didn’t know aside from your roommate Ella you had just met the week prior. But you agreed to go with Ella after she reminded you that you were in your first year of university and you weren’t supposed to be wallowing in your dorm room on Friday nights.

You bumped into him that night while searching for Ella who had vanished from your side. He must have noticed the look of panic in your eyes, asking if you were okay. After explaining the situation he offered to help you find your roommate. You did find her, sitting on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet looking ready to go home. You assured Kevin that you two were fine but he insisted on walking you two home, the apartment only a short walk from campus and your dorm. After you got Ella to bed with a glass of water and a garbage can beside her bed you and Kevin sat on the floor outside your dorm room door, talking till the sun was coming up.

And the two of you grew close quickly. It was only three months later that he told you he loved you. And from that day on Boston no longer felt lonely, your homesickness fading as your love for Kevin grew.

But he graduated before you and he moved to New York to play for the Rangers and long-distance didn’t last no matter how hard you tried. You were in your last year of university, busy with school and your practicum and he was on the road or busy with practice and a new team and proving himself in the NHL. You would go days with nothing more that a few texts and you realized it wasn’t going to work. But it broke you in a way you didn’t realize it would. You spent a week in bed after the breakup, crying till your eyes were swollen and the corners of your eyes were raw from rubbing the tears away.

Eventually you got your life back on track, you dove headfirst into doing your very best in your practicum. You spent every free minute you had with friends, distracting yourself from the pain. And eventually you didn’t need the constant distraction, you got a full time job teaching at a high school and you filled the rest of your time with going to the gym, hanging out with friends, going on casual dates. You were happy, truly happy again.

And four years later you met Tyler. You took things slow at first, scared to fall in love in the way you loved Kevin. But he was a great man and you two were compatible in every way. Eventually you let yourself fall, you let yourself admit you were in love again. Two years after meeting you moved in together, you were starting a life.

But every now and then you would be reminded of Kevin. Driving by the Boston College campus, watching a hockey game, hearing someone that sounded like him. And you were hit with an overwhelming sadness, a longing to be back there with him. You did your best to ignore it, but more than that you did your best to avoid anything that would remind you of him.

Now, eight years after your breakup you were hit with the reality that maybe you had never let yourself fully let go of the idea of Kevin. Of you and Kevin.

So you decided to talk to Tyler, that maybe you weren’t in the headspace to get married. But when you brought up the idea of putting the engagement on hold he blew up on you, telling you that you were this far into a relationship and you should know if you wanted to get married. And maybe he was right, but you were defensive. You said a few things you shouldn’t have, that if he wasn’t willing to wait he wasn’t the right person for you, that maybe you had never loved him as much as he loved you. For awhile you regretted saying those things, having to go through another heart break. But eventually you realized it was the right thing to do. You couldn’t get married to him knowing there was someone else who could come before him. That even if it wasn’t going to be you and Kevin then it had to be someone that Kevin could never come before.

So you went back to being single, focusing on your job and your friends and redecorating your new apartment. Eventually you found yourself doing okay again.

It was a warm spring day, the school year was coming to an end and you had a mountain of end of year projects to mark. So you packed everything up and headed to the coffee shop down the road from your apartment, hoping the location would help you focus on getting everything done.

You were halfway through an essay about Lord of the Flies when you heard someone say your name, drawing your attention to the figure standing in front of you.

“Kevin,” you state in surprise, shaking your head. You couldn’t believe that it was really him, standing over your table. “Hi, uh, how are you?”

“Good, I’m good,” he says with a soft smile. “How are you? How have you been?”

“Good,” you reply quickly, smiling back up at him. An awkward silence falls between the two of you and you nervously clear your throat. “Are you, um, heading somewhere?” You ask, gesturing to the empty seat across from you. “You can sit, if you want.”

Kevin quickly takes you up on the offer, pulling the chair out and sitting down across from you. It felt so familiar, yet entirely unfamiliar at the same time. “Sorry if I’m interrupting,” Kevin says, nodding towards the papers in front of you.

“Oh, no, I should probably take a break anyway. I don’t know how many more Lord of the Flies essays I can read today,” you laugh, closing the folder of essays you had in front of you. “Are you visiting your parents?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am,” he mumbles, his eyes noticeably glancing down to your hands. “You’re, um, married now?”

“No,” you reply quickly, shaking your head.

“Oh,” Kevin mutters, eyebrows furrowed. “I saw your engagement announcement on Instagram awhile ago, I thought you would have gotten married by now. I was a little disappointed when I didn’t get an invitation, but it’s understandable,” he chuckles.

You force a small smile onto your lips, shaking your head. “No, Kev, I’m not engaged either. It didn’t work out, we’re not together anymore.”

“Oh…shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to make a joke about it.”

“It’s okay,” you giggle, shrugging. “It’s been like a year, we broke up like a month after the engagement.”

“Yikes,” Kevin comments, wincing a moment later. “Sorry, that was kind of rude.”

“Yeah, that was kind of mean,” you laugh, shaking your head. “What about you? Anyone special in your life?”

“No, still all on my own.” Kevin takes a sip of his coffee, leaning back in his chair.

“I’m surprised nobody has locked you down yet.”

Kevin chuckles, fiddling with the paper sleeve on his coffee cup. “Guess I’m not as good of a catch as you are.”

“I don’t know about that…with your NHL salary.”

“That’s all I’m good for? A paycheque?”

“It doesn’t hurt,” you giggle.

“What does that say about you? Standards must be pretty low if you were dating me when I was a broke college student,” Kevin teases.

Scoffing you shake your head. “Guess I just have bad taste.”

The two of you sit there for hours, till your coffee cups were empty and the coffee shop had started to close. You talked about everything and anything and yet it still felt like the two of you had millions of topics you needed to talk about.

It’s dark when the two of your leave the coffee shop and the next thing you know your back is pressed to your apartment door. What started with Kevin offering to walk you up to your apartment ended with his lips on yours, hands on your waist as your hands were exploring his chest and biceps. “Come inside,” you mumble against his lips, reaching down and fumbling with the doorknob till you managed to push it open and the two of you stumbled inside and down the hallway to your bedroom.

The bedroom is suddenly too quiet as you lay in the aftermath of what just happened, sweaty bodies and tangles limbs on a mess of blankets on your once perfectly made bed. Your breathing is unsteady, trying desperately to keep it even and natural. You didn’t know what to say, and not in an awe-struck and cute speechless type of way.

“Um,” you hum, sitting up and reaching for your underwear that was laying on the floor beside your bed. “We, uh…um, I-“ you stammer while shimmying into your underwear and grabbing a t-shirt.

“Is everything okay?” Kevin enquires, still laying in your bed, propped up on one elbow, watching you.

“No…I mean, yeah, I just.” Swallowing heavily you run your fingers through your knotted hair. “That was probably a mistake, right?”

“I don’t know,” Kevin admits, sitting up and pulling his boxers back on. “Do you think it was?”

You let out a breath of tense laughter. “I don’t know either. Fuck. I can’t, I can’t do this.” You can feel a weight on your chest, throat tightening as your eyes gloss over with tears. You couldn’t even pinpoint exactly why you were so upset. It was an overwhelming wash of emotions. Of being so happy during that afternoon with Kevin, overjoyed to feel his touch again. But the grief of the past breakup was suddenly thrust back onto your heart while the anxiety of knowing he was about to walk back out of your life was looming over you.

“Hey, hey,” Kevin says, hurrying around the bed to you. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“I think…” you begin, sniffling as you reach up to wipe away a few tears from your eyes before they can roll down your cheeks. “I think I still love you…I think I’ll always love you in some way. And this,” you say, gesturing back and forth between you and him. “I think this was too much. Cause now it’s just over again and you’re going to go back to your life and I’m going to go back to mine and we’re going to become strangers to each other again.We broke up, Kev. We broke up for a reason. We aren’t supposed to do this, we shouldn’t have. It just fucking hurts.” You weren’t holding your tears back anymore, you didn’t think you could. You were grasping at your own forearms, desperately trying to hold yourself together.

Kevin reaches over, his hand sliding under yours and pulling your arms apart from each other, easing himself into the space that you were fighting so hard to keep him from. But you couldn’t push him away, you needed that hug to hold you together in that moment. “You’re right…I have to go back and you have a career and a life here. But that doesn’t mean we have to go back to being strangers,” Kevin says quietly, holding you tight against his body. “You know, all these years later and I still regret it.”

Pulling back slowly you wipe the tears off your cheeks, hands still on Kevin as you look up into his eyes. “Regret what?”

Kevin is quiet for a second and you can hear him swallow heavily in the silence of the room. “Not trying harder,” Kevin tells you. “Letting you go so easily. You were one of the best things that ever happened to me and I let you go way too easily. I should have tried harder, fought for our relationship. We could have figured it out, I really think we could have.”

“Don’t you think that if it was meant to be it would have happened?”

Kevin shakes his head a moment after contemplating your question. “I don’t think things are just meant to be like that. If you want something you need to work for it.”

There’s nothing you can say to that. Maybe he was right. Maybe you could have made things work. You could have finished school, could have moved to be with Kevin. You both could have made more sacrifices for the relationship than you did. But you couldn’t go back, couldn’t change the decisions you had made all those years ago.

“So, what now then?” You whisper.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” Kevin asks and you nod in response. “Well, will you let me take you out on a date?”

A small smile creeps onto your face and you nod slowly. “I’d love to go on a date.”

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