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#beatrix bouchard › visage.

hi guys! sorry for my absence here, i have been...tired. there's no other explanation than that, and when i'm tired i struggle to write. i'm hoping to be back here soon, maybe by the end of this weekend or sooner but i work the next few days sooo...we shall see. in the meantime, if you need me or wanna plot or just shoot the shit, add me on disco!

so who’s gonna give me an excuse to write my milf chessie

peoplepleascr

the rumors might have been true enough to turn off most people, but mona wasn't most people. most of her life, people had spent making assumptions about her based on her brother, her parents, the way that she looked. she couldn't bring herself to do the same thing with justin, even when his actions proved the rumors had some truth to them.

justin was hurt, not in a way that could have been fixed overnight, or even quickly and that hurt made him hurt other people. mona couldn't make herself hate him for that.

she laughs and shakes her head, "if you think you letting someone kiss you or get in your lap will hurt me, then maybe you don't know me as well as you think. baby, you could have let me watch."

she lets him pull her closer, dipping her head forward like she would give in, before pulling her head back, "who said anything about teasing you? this is your punishment. you thought you could go find something better, why should i allow you to have me?"

his question takes her off guard, eyes widening for a split second before she regains her composure. "you didn't answer my call. i was worried."

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"let you watch?" he whistles. it's hard to tell if she's joking or not, but she's caught his interest yet again. "i didn't know you were into that sort of thing. i think you forgot to mention that. i definitely would have remembered if you did." shaking his head, a small chuckle leaves his lips.

he almost gets her where he wants her, but then she's pulling back. justin frowns. "that's not very nice. i don't like punishments. i only like handing them out." it's as close to a pout as he can get as his hands grab at her hips. "come on. what about forgiving and forgetting? why isn't that a thing here?" he knows it's useless, but ramona will spend the night anyway. he didn't mind, even if he wasn't getting anything out of it.

"your call?" did his phone even ring? maybe it had, but when he was out and partying, he usually didn't pay much attention to it unless he were calling an uber. one of his teammates had agreed to be the driver, so he didn't even have to worry about that tonight. "it's cute, that you're so concerned about my safety." and it made him feel weird. he has yet to decide if it was a good weird or a bad weird or both. its been so long since he let someone care. "i was fine. clearly."

#justin thompson › threads.#justin › ramona.

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while it wasn't something that mathis could really imagine for himself, chase made it easy to see all the worries and concerns on his face. every expression revealed a part of what he was feeling and every glance away showed that a new thought was going through his mind. mathis wanted to help slow it down, wanted to help take all his worries away.

mathis shrugs. "people forget things, chase. you may be an alternate, but you are not expected to be perfect. you cannot remember every birthday and focus on your own life. it is fine that you forget some things, so long as you always remember to be as kind as you always are. that is your strength, the reason why you are wearing an a on your chest and why you mean so much to so many people." his hand finds the back of chase's head, his body working on instinct to try to comfort the man sprawled on top of him. "its not stupid if it upsets you. i don't think you should hold it against him, but you are allowed to feel any way that you need to feel about this. you are allowed to be jealous that he got part of your father that you did not get and wanted, but do remember that you have parts of him as well."

mathis listens patiently while tate talks about a childhood that could have been with tate and can't help but feel his own pang of jealousy about a childhood that he never really had. wolf was the closest he had to that kind of relationship. the relationship with his own siblings had never been playful or fun; their parents high expectations had made sure that they were competitors rather than friends. "is that to mean that you always lost to jasper?" mathis teases him, fingers wrapping in chase's hair. a laugh escapes mathis, vibrating through his chest, "you could try to top me, but i don't think you would be able to, pet. i think you'd be on your back begging for me before you could." mathis listens to chase, attuned to every word, but he can't find any response other than to ask, "why does that make you jealous, chase?"

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more often than not, he wished he knew what the older male was thinking. while chase wore his heart on his sleeve and struggled to hide his emotions, mathis was the polar opposite. it was hard to get him to even crack a smile, let alone share what was going on in his head. and sure, it kept his alternate on his toes, but sometimes he wished that he could be let in. maybe then he'd understand his teammate more.

he wants to interrupt the other and remind him that as an alternate, that's exactly what he should be doing, but then he goes on to remind chase just how kind he was. "oh. i didn't - is that really important?" brows furrow as he questions it, wondering if that's really how the guys thought about him. "i just - i guess it's the least i could do. sometimes they need that extra morale boost, you know? but like...shouldn't i be doing more? you do a lot. i know you wear the c, but shouldn't i be lessening your load? i don't feel like i do. if anything, i feel like i increase it. especially when i'm with taylor." the two were always causing trouble for their captain. it wasn't intentional...well, most of the time it wasn't, anyway.

humming, he closes his eyes for a moment as he concentrates on the hand that's currently in his hair, massaging his scalp and playing with his curls. whether mathis realized it or not, it was a sure fire way of getting chase to calm down. whatever ledge he had been on earlier was no longer a concern as he laid on top of the older man, content with his current position, wrapped up in his arms. "yeah, i guess so. but i always like, i dunno. i guess i look like my mom. but i wish i had something to remind me of my dad, you know? when i looked into the mirror. i have his dog tags, but like, i dunno. tate looks so much like him. it's crazy i didn't realize it before. i guess, um, i guess i didn't really pay much attention to him before. i don't know why. he's just so...quiet. and any time i tried to, elias was like a guard dog with him." he often wondered what was going on there. they always seemed to be...more than just best friends, at least with the way the other looked at his brother.

his cheeks heat up when he asks about losing to jasper. he can't help but roll his eyes. "yeah, yeah, yeah. go on, rub it on. he's already done plenty of that. i've been hearing it for years. still do. last 4th of july, we actually got into trouble for doing a rematch. almost ended up in the hospital. my mom was pissed. but i was determined to win! i didn't think i pushed him that hard. and i didn't know there was a big ass rock nearby that he'd hit his head on!" he still laughs at the memory though, especially since his brother had ended up okay - no stitches had been needed thankfully. as he talks about this, he realizes that he's never heard mathis talk about his own siblings or home for that matter. he knows he has them, and he visits switzerland from time to time, but it's never mentioned. "why don't you go back home more often?" chase blurts out before he can help it. his mother would scold him for asking such a question if she were around. jasper, too. "i mean, you don't have to answer that. never mind i asked." sighing, he leans into mathis' touch, silently asking for more. now he doesn't want to answer, but he has a feeling the other wouldn't let it go. "because. i don't - do i - just because, okay? i don't like the idea of them like, getting to know you or like, getting to take you out to dinner or like, you touching them or fucking them and i-" he should probably shut up now.

#chase love › threads.#chase › mathis.

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#jackson newport › visage.

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A firm hand clasps down against the fragile shoulder of the other. Wesley likes to keep him close, almost like he gets off on the thought of keeping him caged in. While the world gets to fawn over the concept of the other, Wesley gets to keep him in close grips. It starts as an assignment that Wesley utterly despises: picking apart the mind of someone who stands in a spot he once stood. The doe-eyed look in his eyes feels like a mirrored image of his younger self, feeling violently overwhelmed by the perverse eye of the public. Wesley never anticipated it to go beyond a simple interview, and yet he finds himself caught in the blinding glow of the other. It's stupid, and Wesley hates it – yet he's dug his heels far enough into the ground that simply washing his hands of it all could never be an option.

It also does wonders for his prior troubled image. The media has had a field day with Wesley becoming a mentor. He loathes it, and yet he doesn't hesitate to play into it. Poor thing is being hounded by people desperate to have a hand at him, and it fills Wesley with an irritation that feels otherworldly. His touch, however firm, holds a heavy heat that could only be understood by the other feeling it. Wesley forces a smile, dismissing the two of them. When the noise of yet another charity gala fades into the background, and Wesley finds himself leaning against a bar, rattling off their order – does he feel some sense of peace. His gaze shifts toward the other, a small smirk pulling at the edges of his lips. The shell-shocked look on their face never seems to get old, and Wes kind of wants to laugh at the sight. “Anyone ever tell you that you're tense?” Wes asks, mindlessly reaching out to fix the other's tie. When he feels content enough, he brings his eyes to connect their gaze. “What are you so nervous about, anyway?” He prods, as if he doesn't already know the answer.

“It must be so hard being the golden boy, huh? Being loved and adored has gotta be nerve-racking?” His tone is lighthearted, teasing. “Loosen up. You're doing just fine.” / @offsidcs

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Jackson Newport had dreamed of moments like this.

The past few years had been a blur. From being drafted third overall to becoming a hit after a playoff run, he could barely keep up with his newfound fame. He had put in the work as a kid, choosing hockey over most things, but never did he think he'd be on the level that he was on now. Seeing his name plastered on jerseys and signs dedicated to cheering him on was more common than not now, and while he was grateful for the support, sometimes it was overwhelming.

That's where Wesley came in.

A mentor of sorts, they had said. Despite no longer being on the ice himself, he had once been in Jackson's shoes and knew how to handle it better than most.

It's crazy how much he now depended on him, especially during moments like these.

The suit is stuffy. The air is hot. Too many people have come up to him and all he wants to do is go home, play with his dog, and call Asher. Despite being so young, his best friend's kid always seemed to have the best advice.

You can do it, Uncle J.

A hand reaches out. He nearly jumps. His nerves seem to settle though once he realizes who it is. An appreciative smile is given as the older man fixes his tie, something he had always struggled with (having all sisters and a not so present father did that to a guy.) "Do you really have to ask that?" Wesley knew why he was so tense. He knew everything there was to know about Jackson. Hell, he probably knew him better than he knew himself at this point. Reaching for the drink, he takes a sip, making a face. "I never liked liquor." It's his way of not wanting to talk about it, but he never seems to get away with much when it came to the other. "These galas are dumb. Playing hockey is easy. I don't have to think out there as much as I do when I come to these things. If I have to give another speech..." A shiver runs through his entire body. Yuck.

#jackson newport › threads.#jackson › wesley.#i lied i had (1) gif made of him