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sngj08 · 4 months ago

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[We Meet Again] idol!anton x fan!fem!reader

summary: RIIZE liked your tiktok video. You didn't really think much of it until a fan seemingly dmed you something interesting. You ended up realizing that one of the members knows your dad as a family friend.

genre: strangers to friends, family friends, tiktok

warning: cursing, reader may be harsh and opinionated on some riize members, old internet slangs

based on real life events

- acc m.list

"YN WAKE UP!!! YOU HAVE SCHOOL TODAY!!" You heard your mom screaming from downstairs as you groan to yourself.

You forced yourself to stand up and get ready for school.

You did your morning routine, grabbed your school backpack, phone and left to school.

"Girl did you do your math homework?" Your friend said to you.

"Not a good morning Giselle?" You said playfully to your friend.

"Girl I'm serious. I already have 2 missing assignments in class." She nudged you as you smiled back at her.

"Yeah yeah. I did the homework." You said while handing her the homework.

"Ok send it to me, by lunch the latest. Bye girl and good luck in class." She waved goodbye as you both parted ways.

"Ok guys lets do it!" Your teacher opened the door, as it was your reminder to go to class.

As soon as you placed down your stuff by your table, you took your homework out and took a picture.

You sat down on your chair and properly prepared yourself for class before you send the homework to your friend.

You tried sending the message but your school wifi was not helping at all.

'Ugh f the school wifi.' You said under your breath.

"Do you want my pocket wifi?" One of the guys you thought was cute in your class handed you his pocket wifi.

Without hesitation, you took the wifi and entered the password onto your phone.

"Thanks." You said quietly to him while giving the wifi packet back with a smile.

"No problem." He smiled back. And without any hasle, the message went through easily until your phone started pinging nonstop.

"Can you please turn off your phone Yn. You are disrupting the class." The teacher said to you.

"Sorry sir." You said as you placed your phone on silent and placed it in your bag.

After school you went straight home and checked your phone.

You finally opened your phone from its slumber and your phone started pinging nonstop again.

"The fuck?" You cursed at yourself to see what it happening.

*RIIZE has liked your post*

You found the notification that were most likely the problem of all the spam notifications.

RIIZE just debuted and your sister introduced them to you.

You can say aren't a big fan of them but you still made tiktoks about them for fun.

It didn't bother you that RIIZE has been commenting on posts they see on tiktok because you thought of the low chance of the possibility to happen until now.

You got a mix of notifications of fans liking the same post and spam liking your other posts as well. You also got some notifications of some people following you out of no where.

You checked all the notifications until you saw some profile pictures of the people who followed you.

You decided to follow back fellow briize whom their pfp looks interesting.

You followed probably a 5 people until your mom called you.

"YN!!! DO THE DISHES!!!" Your mom screamed to you from downstairs again as you roll your eyes in annoyance.

"OK MOM!" You screamed back at your mom while going downstairs.

As you finished washing the dishes, you ran back upstairs so that your mom won't tell you to do more chores.

You only had one year left to be with your mom because you were already a senior in high school this year and you would start to live separately during college which scares you.

You shake off the idea of paying for rent when you went back up to your room and grabbed your phone.

*someone messeged you on tiktok*

A notification was shown on your phone from a person you just had become friends with on tiktok.

briize532: your yn right?

They probably looked into your instagram or something which is conncected onto your tiktok bio so you had no worries replying

you: yeah, why are you asking?

briize532: you're ****'s daughter right?

As you say another weird message from the person, you thought to yourself maybe they really looked in depth to your instagram profile.

you: my dad told me to say hi.

You were so confused of whats happening so you asked the user.

you: your dad?

briize532: yeah, your dad and my dad are friends. they met up at sm town for that meeting during ****(the year)

You vividly remember that year because you had gotten into kpop and your parents were going to korea without you because they said they had a meeting to attend to in sm town. You begged to let your parents take you with them but they said no because you had school. You didn't know who they met specifically tho.

you: I remember by dad going there lol

you didnt know what else to say because your dad was still at work for you to ask him a question of whom he was friends with during that year.

briize532: I saw you like riize, who is your bias?

you: my sister made me into riize a few weeks ago but I think eunseok and wonbin are good. who are your biases?

briize532: my bias is anton. what do you think him?

you: imma be real with you i could see why fans like him as well but i didn't appeal to his charm. it seems like a me problem but thats my opinion if you were asking for it

briize532: i see. not everyone has the same taste and they just debuted so they haven't shown everything they've got just yet

you: a riize defender i see

You chuckle while typing that message on you phone.

briize532: what if i told you i was anton

you: you'd be capping

you laughed at his message

briize532: i'll prove it. ill call you on kakaotalk. whats your kakao id?

You raised your eyebrows at his determination so you sent them your kakao id.

You got the friend request and accepted it and in a few moments, the user called you.

"Hey" The person said from the other side of the phone said, just showing his hair.

"I can't see your face." You sad to the phone as he readjusted his camera.

"Can you see me now?" Anton said from the other side of the phone.

"How the fuck is that you? Are you just a recorded live like those omegle videos?" You say in disbelief.

"Nope, it's really me! briize532 on tiktok!" He said with a small tone.

"So let me get this straight... Your producer dad.... knows my dad... and they met each other during ****?!" You said adding 2 and 2 together.

"Yeah" He said from the other side of the phone making you realized what you said about him on tiktok.

"Yo- I am so sorry what I said on the tiktok dms" You said to Anton who has seen your opinion about him.

"It's fine, atleast you listen to our music" He said a bit uncomfortable.

"Did i ruin your ego and everythng? gosh-" You said yapping your heart out your 'sorrys'

"No, my ego isnt ruined at all. You were being honest. It was my fault I asked." He said as defense.

This went on and on until your dad arrived, you showed Anton who was stiil on video call on your phone.

"Hi Anton!" Your dad said casually, still surprised your dad knows his name.

"Hi Uncle ****(your dad's name)" He says from the other side of the call.

"You look so much like your dad now!" Your dad said in reply.

"Thank you!" Anton said politely back to your dad.

#kpop #kpop boys #kpop imagines #kpopidol #riize scenarios #riize imagines #riize x reader #riize #riize anton #anton riize #anton lee #anton x reader

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wellthatwasaletdown · 1 year ago

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as a 1d fan this year is truly the year of realisation for me, in words of Kylie Jenner just realising things about 1d. I was one of those 1D fans who never knew about groupies or groupie culture and just listened to their music.//

i’m glad to see others like me! i was so young and naive back then i had no IDEA the shit that was going on lmao. i ran an instagram acc at 13 for 1D and was sooooo in love with harry like scarily in love. i’d literally get sick to my stomach seeing him with other girls (i hated the icarly episode when it came out ahhhh so embarrassing) i moved away from being a fan in 2014 bc i was just too obsessed it was taking over my life. i just got back into it this year and whew.. i’m finally learning about all this stuff i didn’t catch or wasn’t here for and it’s crazy! i can’t believe harry’s like this when i think back to how much i idolized and loved him.

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elenatria · 5 years ago

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OKAY BUT FOR FUCKS SAKE WE NEED ALL THE DETAILS OF WHERE, WHEN AND HOW YOU MET THE GOD!!!!!!!!!!!

I still haven’t processed everything, not because I’m starstruck that I saw Stellan for 3,5 seconds but because it was a miracle that it even happened. So this is not a “Stellan made me feel like a queen for five minutes” story (there was no time for that), it’s a “setting an impossible goal and achieving it” type of story.

@alyeen1 and I were discussing Stellan attending the Gothenburg festival back in January, and I was lamenting the fact that, despite learning about it three weeks in advance, the beginning of the new year had left me broke. I was totally regretting not having the money for that trip and Alyeen1 and I were comforting each other, making “what if” scenarios for the veeeery distant future, like “hey, don’t you guys have the Berlinale...? What if Stellan attended the festival for one of his new films...? Just an idea.”

Not long after that, Google alerts notified me on “Hope”, Stellan’s new film, having its European premiere there. Talking of getting my wish granted right away, I mean I had talked to talk, now I had to walk the walk, right? I’ve never taken such a big decision on such short notice - super scary, super urgent.

“Soooooo is Stellan coming?” was the obvious question. There was no way for us to know. We started spamming the Berlinale people with emails until someone pointed at the right direction, the film’s PR agent who said that the cast would be attending the premiere. Then @stellan-pip-69 suggested I should ask Andrea Bræin Hovig herself, Stellan’s co-star in “Hope”. Andrea is a total sweetheart, she answered right away and said that they would indeed be there. I mean, I couldn’t possibly be taking two days off work, spending four days and 500 euro on a whim no matter how much I love Berlin.

However, we had no further info on where exactly Stellan would be. What we did know according to the Berlinale site was the time and place of “Hope”’s press conference and premiere. Thank god for Alyeen, the Valoris fandom’s resident Berliner, who had bought tickets for “Hope”s screening at the box office.

One day before the screening we were making plans and thinking of routes and timetables, and also we gained some experience from Hildur Guðnadóttir’s talk (who is an absolute darling as you can tell from her vids and acceptance speeches).

See, after Hildur’s event we waited for her in the cold rain for about an hour and realized it’s not enough to be there early enough or to know which exit the celeb will use, or to run fast enough to get to them first: we also had to deal with autograph hunters who were bigger, stronger than us, outnumbering us, pushing us aside to get dozens of autographs signed by Hildur. They were pushy and persistent and had control over the situation, over what Hildur signed and for whom. Giving me permission to get that selfie with her. It was almost nightmarish.

After that, and as we dragged our feet back to the subway soaking wet, we were dwelling in despair and uncertainty. There was no way we could fight off guys who were doing this for a living. And what if Stellan had HUNDREDS of fans screaming his name? What if Stellan lost his patience with all those autographs he had to sign, like Hildur lost hers?

However, I got a glimpse of hope while waiting for the metro when I thought... “You know what? We’ve come so far. We’re doing everything right. We even rehearsed our moves, elbowing people and stomping on toes and screaming Stellan’s name as loud as we can to get his attention. We’re even willing to camp outside the fucking press conference hotel. We can’t possibly fail.”

But for all our meticulous planning, I was responsible for an almost-failure because of my delay the following morning. Remember what Stellan said? Never be late. Never ever.

So, although my goal was to be at the press conference almost an hour and a half before, we got there only an hour before. That almost cost us everything.

Alyeen knows her way around Berlin and she knew the hotel had various entrances and exits, not just one. Lo and behold, as we approached it from the side, we noticed the road was closed and alongside the pavement there were bars draped with red and yellow Berlinale banners, with small groups of people hanging from them like ripe fruit. As we kept walking, I noticed a spot close to the hotel’s exit where it was getting a bit more crowded, so I peered across the street to see which celeb had attracted their attention and--

-- f-uuuck.

When you see Stellan Skarsgard’s head for the first time in your life hovering over a bunch of fans who are shoving things to sign in his face , there’s only one thing to do.

RUN, MOTHERFUCKER.

That’s all I could whisper to Alyeen1 in utter panic.

“--run. Run! Ruuuuuuuuuuun.”

I’ve never left a friend behind so quickly.

So we ran like hell.

We got behind the crowd and I tried to pull my cellphone out but it was too late, Stellan was already thanking the fans and disappearing into the building. If only I wasn’t late that morning!

Years of stress and running and being late have taught me to take a deep breath, give myself a second chance and try to find peace in the eye of the tornado, so I pulled out of the bag a piece of cardboard Alyeen had given me to draw “Hope”s poster with a sharpie. That would calm me down a bit and the wait wouldn’t be so unbearable. Besides we were front row and there was no one between us and the hotel exit, although we still didn’t know which side of the corridor Stellan would pick first, left or right?..

So here’s my reasoning behind the drawing: the previous evening I had wasted my sleep trying to figure out how Tom Hiddleston’s fans were able to stalk him in filming locations (you see, Tom has a wide network of fans reporting on his every move, Stellan doesn’t). Also I wanted to see how his fans got front row on the red carpet and how they got his attention, how they made him do things like kneel for them. I noticed that in order to do that you had to 1) be a flashy cosplayer who catches the eye 2) nag Tom persistently with a voice that’s higher than your usual tone until Tom indulges you. It has to work, right? Like a baby crying for food.

But I’m no cosplayer, I’m an artist, so the idea was to hang a big-ass drawing of mine in front of the barrier to get the attention.

Turns out... I didn’t even need it.

After waiting for about an hour and a half and worrying that Stellan had already left through another exit, after watching the door open and close half a dozen times and seeing busy celebrities rushing off without signing a single autograph, we were on the brink of despair.

Until the door opened one more time and

Stellan was there.

I don’t remember what we did or what we said, all I remember is that we called his name and dammit, that did get his attention. So we were the first he approached. Fuck.

As soon as he heard us calling him he gave us a broad welcoming smile and was ready for the selfies - but guess what! I had forgotten to turn off the fucking timer, so Stellan moved on before the pic was taken.

God no. Not now.

As he was taking a pic with Alyeen I begged him to come back for another try. He said he was too busy and had other fans waiting for him, there were too many of us, but I begged for like 2-3 seconds (a lesson I learned from that Loki cosplayer) so he came back and indulged me one more time. X__X

After that I was dead inside, not only because I had to beg (I don’t do begging) but also because I had to be a burden to Stellan Skarsgard himself. Like, give me what I want but please kill me afterwards, okay?

So yeah. Dead inside.

This is why I couldn’t relish the triumph right away, and to Alyeen’s enthusiastic “We did it, we DID IT!!!” my response was a numb “... Did we...?” >__>;

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Inevitably, I had my stress attack after I got what I wanted. Also, I was just realizing that my stupid ancient phone couldn’t use the data I paid for before flying to Berlin so I had to desperately look for free wi fi and post the selfie before... someone stole my cellphone or something.

For all the mishaps, we got to the red carpet so early that there were very few people waiting before us. Lucky for us 1) this is Berlin, not L.A., where people flock from all over the U.S. to take selfies with celebs they don’t even care for 2) this is Berlin, in February, so it was freezing cold and not many people were willing to freeze their asses off at the red carpet 3) this is Berlin, and crazy screaming fans are scarce. Unless you’re Johnny Depp but thank god Stellan is not Johnny Depp.

Andrea was the first to walk the red carpet and I was really bewildered by the fact that no one was screaming her name. So I called her. And she came! I thanked her for answering my PM and asked for a selfie (I must admit I take better selfies with women than with men).

She was so sweet with me that I actually gave myself time to think and pull the cardboard sketch out of my bag to show her. I was like, whatever, you have it there, just show her.

She was so excited that she pulled out her phone and took a pic of my sketch. *___* Crazy, right? I went to Berlin to find a king and found a queen instead.

The rest was like playing out a script. A couple of minutes later, Stellan came out of the car and started signing autographs and taking pictures so I had my second chance at a better selfie. Phew.

So nice of him, so so nice of him.

And oh, look at us lol.

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After the red carpet we could finally breathe. To my surprise, we even had access to the photo call itself in the Zoo Palast lobby.

Stellan was being playful with the photographers, knowing it was his job to pose but also being “whatever” about it, having done it a million times. He gave them one last pose going “Hey hey heyyyy!” and disappeared behind the blue panel until we saw all of them again after the end credits.

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The only thing I kinda regret is the fact that Megan was right there, right there, a few meters away from me as her husband was being photographed, but I didn’t dare ask for a selfie because the seats weren’t numbered and we had to rush into the theatre to find a good place. Damn.

Until next time, I guess. Because there will be a next time, dear comrades. And hopefully Alyeen1 and I won’t be alone.

#stellan skarsgard #Andrea Bræin Hovig #hope #berlinale 2020 #berlinale #zoo palast #premiere #photo call #red carpet #fan encounter #berlin #press conference #hildur guðnadóttir #hildur gudnadottir

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just-things-things · 4 years ago

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why did you start this acc?

So, this ask has been sitting in my inbox for a couple of days now. I keep coming back to it and just never knew how to answer. Now, I’m giving you a too long answer for such a simple ask:

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Back in seventh grade, ( I’m a sophomore now, so this would have been about three years ago ) I ran an Instagram fan page for a completely different fandom. I thought it was successful, even if I only reposted other people’s work, ( Which I’m not proud of ) but I was really happy about how everything turned out.

One day, on the bus ride to school, I told this one girl - we’ll name her Isabella - about my fan page. She had been a friend since kindergarten, and I trusted her. During lunch, she went and told the rest of the “friend” group. They bashed me all day for being a “nerd,” “stupid,” and an “attention seeker.” It sucked.

When I went home that day, I went online and passed the account on to someone else. I asked them to change the password and “take good care of it.” I never went back to it, even today I don’t know the password. I don’t even remember who I passed the account to. Heck, I don’t remember the name of the account. I never even looked for it. I went from going home everyday to a loving community with a great fan page to nothing. I felt like something was missing, but it was “okay” because now I was “normal.”

For the next year and a half, I lived in my own little world with fanfiction and the occasional scrolling on Pinterest. I kept it a secret, knowing I was weird. It wasn’t about till the end of my Freshman year that I was reading fanfiction at about 3 a.m. when in the end notes was a link to join a discord server about the ship I was reading. It took a couple days of convincing, but I finally joined. I was inspired.

Everyone there was so nice and welcoming. Those people convinced me to do something that made me happy, which resulted in this account. As all things do, the account started off slow, with only one or two notes for each thing I posted. I was discouraged and ready to quit, but one person reblogged a post and the account blossomed. I don’t think people realize how important it is to reblog things, it helps people grow. Ever since then, Tumblr has been a safe place and people have continued to support everything I post.

On that note, I love each and everyone of you. We recently reached 430 followers in only four and a half months. ( Which I’m proud of! ) I’d really appreciate if you guys, girls, and non-binaries would send me asks! I take prompts and will answer any questions you give me, please don’t hold back! Also, if you’re lonely or want to talk to someone, DM me! I don’t have internet friends and would love to gain some, hit me up!

Now that that is done, I hope this answer was enough, and if you are starting a new account, or if your’s isn’t doing as well as you thought it would, that’s OK! Give it time, and never let anyone tell you your passion is “dumb.” It’s not.

Love you all!

@justpeterparkerthingsgirl

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spine-buster · 5 years ago

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Alone, Together | Chapter 21 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: Y’all deserve this one. I’ll be at church cleansing my sins if you need me.

Briony never got to give out Valentine’s Day cards at school because she could never afford them. She’d get them from her fellow students, decorated with superheroes or puppies or whatever else was popular at the time, usually with a heart-shaped chocolate or a Hershey’s Kiss, but she was never able to give any out. That was why, given the opportunity, she went out and bought really corny Valentine’s Day cards, the fold up ones that came in packs of 30, wrote one to Morgan for each day of his road trip, and hid them in his suitcase for the 13-day tour of Montreal, New York, Colorado, Las Vegas, Arizona, and St. Louis. Bee was a bit bummed that she wasn’t able to spend time with Morgan on their first Valentine’s Day together, but there wasn’t exactly anything she could do about it.

Instead, she was focused on the training she was completing for her new job. The day after her interview, Mark Travers had called her back. “Can you come back to my office?” he had asked. Morgan was at morning practice, so she high-tailed it in an Uber. When she got there, he sat her down in the same chair she sat in for the interview. “What are your salary expectations?” “There will be performance bonuses if you accept and do well.” “We’re not going with the candidate from Montreal. I would love for you to be part of our team.” It was all very surreal, and of course, she accepted the job. She was a junior financial analyst at Scotiabank. Her hard work paid off in the best way possible. Yes, she had a boyfriend, the best boyfriend in the world – but now, she had a job. She had a career. She had everything she had ever wanted.

Morgan was, of course, over the moon when she told him. So over the moon, in fact, that the Leafs won their next two games against Anaheim and Ottawa. She was able to go to both games after her training, just a short walk to the ACC from Scotia Plaza. He asked so many questions and was so interested in everything she would be doing. He was like a little kid in a candy store. He wouldn’t shut up about it. He told his teammates. He told the wives and girlfriends (as if she hadn’t already). He told Mike Babcock because, well, he just happened to be listening at the time. He told the Uber Eats delivery man when he dropped off their food that night, a celebratory feast on Indian food. He’d tell a park bench if it listened.

But, like always, then he had to leave. A thirteen day road trip for the team. He cursed the fact that after all these big events, he always had to leave, and they could never properly celebrate. They couldn’t even properly celebrate their first Valentine’s Day, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. There wasn’t exactly anything any of the other wives or girlfriends could do about it, so instead of wallowing in self-pity, Alannah had organized a “Galentine’s Day” night over at hers and Zach’s place. The boys were facing the Vegas Golden Knights tonight, and the girls could at least watch the game together while eating junk food and sipping on mimosas and mocktails rather than spend the night alone.

Until then, Bee found herself with Aryne, who was apparently feeling particularly stir-crazy. There was a week of paid training before Bee assumed her full responsibilities, and in the time, Aryne made it her personal goal to meet with Bee everyday for lunch so they could check out places to eat in the financial district. Today, they were at the Cactus Club, an import from western Canada that just opened a few blocks north of the Scotia Plaza. Aryne had ordered them both a tuna poke bowl and non-alcoholic Valentine’s Day-themed drinks.

They had been talking for a while, discussing who was going to be at Alannah’s place that night and what time Aryne would pick Bee up, when suddenly a shrill voice was heard from across the restaurant screaming, “Ohmigod, Aryne is that you?!” Aryne and Bee both looked to their left, and Bee saw a beach blonde running over to them with a giant smile on her face.

“Oh Lord,” Aryne mused under her breath as she smiled at the woman making a beeline.

“Who’s that?” Bee asked, but it was too late. The woman had approached their table and Aryne was smiling politely at her.

“So nice to see you here!” the woman said, bending down and giving Aryne a hug, who didn’t bother getting up from her seat. “I can’t believe I ran into you here of all places. What are you doing here?”

“I’m having lunch with my friend,” Aryne said. Why else would she be in a restaurant with another person sitting across from her? “Bee, this is Sydney. Sydney this is Bee McTa--”

“So you’re Bee?” she said slyly, not bothering to offer her hand for a polite shake. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“From who?” Bee asked.

“From Instagram,” Sydney said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Bee got worried the second she mentioned it. She didn’t even know who this Sydney was – why did she knew who Bee was? What had she seen on Instagram that made her feel like she already knew who Bee was? “I just love that Chanel bag that Morgan got you.”

“What have you been up to, Sydney?” Aryne intervened the split second she saw Bee’s eyebrows furrow. “What brings you back to Toronto?”

“Well, I had my dress fitting at Kleinfeld today. Jessica had a working lunch so I thought I’d come to Cactus Club and see what the food’s like,” she explained. Bee had no idea who Jessica was and she wasn’t inclined in the slightest to ask.

“Jessica who? Mulroney?” Aryne asked.

“Of course, Aryne. Who else?” Sydney smiled. “Anyway, the second dress was already ordered in Southampton so we’re waiting for that to come in for alterations as well. Then there’s the veil and the flower wall and just, like, so many other things.”

“Should’ve eloped,” Aryne winked.

“Boomer wouldn’t want that,” she giggled, turning her attention back to Bee. “You must know my fiancé Matt? Or my father Boomer Esiason?”

Bee didn’t understand. Did Sydney just ‘my father’ her a la Meghan McCain? Was she just name-dropping people in the hopes that Bee would recognize who she was? Why would she want anyone to recognize her? Bee shook her head. “I’m sorry, I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“My fiancé is Matt Martin. He plays for the Islanders. He was on the Leafs last year,” her tone was light but she spoke in short sentences, talking to Bee like she was an idiot. “Do you not know about hockey?”

“Not a lot, actually,” Bee tried to keep her voice as cordial as possible. She could see Aryne trying to suppress a smirk. “I’m usually too busy with work to learn about other teams, so I just stick to the Leafs.”

“Oh…” Sydney was taken aback by Bee’s answer, by Bee’s lack of interest in who she was, in Bee’s lack of caring about anything to do with her.

“Bee’s a financial analyst with Scotiabank,” Aryne informed Sydney.

“And Morgan’s okay with that?”

A shiver ran up Bee’s spine. “Why wouldn’t he be okay with that?”

“Morgan earns more than enough money for the both of you. All the hockey players I know would love to have their girlfriends at home with them to help with the hockey schedule. You know how boys are so dependent,” she tried to turn it into a joke. “They can be so useless sometimes.”

Maybe her boy was dependent, but Morgan could get by on his own. Bee didn’t like the insinuation that he was the only one that mattered in the relationship and that her needs took second place to his. That’s not the way she lived her life, ever, and that’s not the way she and Morgan acted in their relationship. “Morgan loves that I have my own career,” Bee said definitively, taking a sip of water to prevent her from saying anything else she might regret.

Sydney smiled politely. “Well, I won’t keep you two much longer,” she gave a half smile to Bee before focusing on Aryne. “Look for the invitation to come late May. It’s going to be in Southampton. We’ll provide hotel details.”

“Good luck with the rest of the planning,” Aryne smiled before Sydney walked away, readjusting a Prada bag on her shoulder. Aryne looked back at Bee and gave her a look. “Sorry about that. I thought we’d be safe here.”

“Is she always like that? Namedropping Jessicas and Boomers and who her husband is?” Bee asked.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Aryne rolled her eyes slightly. “Her dad was a pro football player and now she’s getting married to Matt. He played for the Islanders with John, then played in Toronto for two years, but now he’s back on the island. She’s really close with Steph.”

Bee tried not to roll her eyes. She didn’t like those types of people – those that would namedrop to get what they want or so they could let you know who they were. It actually did say a lot about who they were, and to Bee, it wasn’t that good. She didn’t even like it when Morgan did it all those months ago at Cibo. “What did she mean she saw me on Instagram?” Bee asked.

“Well obviously we’ve been uploading pictures and stuff,” Aryne said, taking her phone out of her purse. “But then there’s like, the fanpages or whatever. She stalks them a bit to see what they say about her and Matt.”

“The what?”

“The fanpages. You know, like the girls who somehow get a hold of our pictures and then post them on their accounts?” she phrased it as more of a question. When she saw the confused look on Bee’s face, she shook her head. “Oh come on Bee. You have to know about them.”

“I know about the girls who send me messages telling me I’m fat and Morgan’s my sugardaddy,” she said bluntly. Aryne knew about them too. They laughed about them together. “I don’t know about these so called fan-pages. How do they get the pictures if our profiles are private?”

“Oh, they find their ways,” Aryne typed something into her phone and swiped through a few screens. “It’s nothing horrible. They literally just post pictures. But…yeah. Here’s you,” she said, showing Bee her phone over the table.

Bee took Aryne’s phone in her hands and swiped through the post from @theladyleafsoftoronto: ten pictures stolen from her Instagram account, from Ashley’s Instagram, and even from Lucy’s private one somehow. Group shots of her with the girls. ��None of her and Morgan together, thankfully, because those were few and far in between. She had just posted her first one, series of photos of them together in Vancouver, after they got back from their trip. She’d cleared her Instagram like Angie told her to, and she hoped they wouldn’t get out.

“Check out at NHL wives and girlfriends,” Aryne said the name of another account before she stuffed her face with contents of her poke bowl. “Those girls should work for CSIS.”

Bee punched the handle into the search bar and immediately saw the account. She didn’t have to scroll far to see the two different posts, each with another series of photos and videos of her. Twenty total. They had screengrabbed Instagram stories of her and Morgan kissing from Auston’s New Years Eve party and others, Boomerangs from Halloween in their costumes, and even went so far as to include one of the oldest pictures of herself she had posted to Instagram. They were crazy. And somehow – yup, of course, of-fucking-course – the series of photos of her and Morgan together from Vancouver were on there. She didn’t even want to know how they got there.

“Wait…” Bee said as she noticed one specific picture. Their backs were to the camera and they were standing on the seawall on Kitsilano Beach, where Andy brought them when they landed in Vancouver. “That’s…that’s not…”

“What’s wrong?”

“One of these is Shirley’s picture,” she said. “Shirley…she only posts to Facebook. You mean to tell me they stalk her Facebook?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Aryne shrugged her shoulders. “I told you. They should work for CSIS. They could get information on anyone. Hell, if you didn’t even have an online presence they’d still find you.”

It was at that point, staring at the candid picture Shirley had taken of them in Vancouver, that Bee realized there was nothing she or Morgan could do about it. Absolutely nothing. They could switch on every privacy button they could, they could refuse to post – none of it mattered. It would still end up somewhere. It would still end up on an Instagram profile with almost 10,000 followers and fifty comments on the post. It was completely out of their control.

So why bother?

“Jesus,” Bee shivered slightly, and it wasn’t because of the cold outside. She handed Aryne’s phone back to her. “I didn’t know…I mean, these girls must have a lot of time on their hands.”

“I know it’s a lot, but it’s not a big deal. It happens to us all. They all find it somehow. The more you come to just accept that it’s gonna happen, the less freaked out you get when it does happen,” Aryne explained. “The fact that you don’t care what they say helps, too. Yours and Morgan’s relationship is strong and you’re better than what they say about you. Other girls aren’t as strong as you.”

***

Bee had received a text with a picture of every Valentine Morgan found on his 13 day road trip followed by a heart and a message of “I can’t wait to see you”. Now that he was finally on his way home, Bee sent him a text back: “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

She was restless. All she wanted was him with her, beneath her, above her, beside her, behind her – she didn’t fucking care at this point. She wanted touch him and to feel him so desperately she was willing to jump his bones the second he got in the door. Hell, she’d meet him down in the parking garage if it meant getting her hands on him. But with the last ounce of self-restraint she had, she put on her blush coloured baby doll lingerie set and waited for him on the bed.

Even as she heard the door open and shut, she stayed in her position. “Bumblebee?” Morgan called out, the sound of his bag hitting the floor loud in the quietness of the apartment.

“In here!”

She heard his footsteps make their way to the bedroom. When he opened the door, he was greeted with her, sitting on the bed on her knees in her lingerie. He stopped for a moment, taking in the scene before him. “Well well well…happy belated Valentine’s Day to me,” he hummed.

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby,” she smiled, noticing he had something in his hand. “What’s that?”

“Your valentines,” he said. “Wanted to give you a kiss for every one you left me, but it seems like you have other plans in mind,” he licked his lips. “I’ve never seen this before.”

“I was keeping it a secret.”

“Oh were you,” he sauntered over to her, making a come hither motion with his finger. She moved towards the edge of the bed where he was standing, slipping her arms around his neck. “I mean it. Thirteen kisses,” he mumbled, grabbing hold of the flesh at her hips before giving her the first kiss. “I love the pink,” he mumbled.

“I knew you would,” she said, biting his bottom lip. “God, I missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you too, Briony. But I’m home now.”

She kissed him again, unable to wait any longer. They definitely gave each other more than thirteen kisses as they made out, but she wasn’t exactly complaining. Morgan’s hands on her flesh were intoxicating and all she wanted to feel. She wasted no time in ridding him of his clothes. He moved quickly to put the valentines on the dresser so he wouldn’t lose them.

“Lie on the bed,” she directed him when he came back.

“What?”

“I said lie on the bed,” she repeated as she made way for him to do just that.

“What are you --”

“Can you stop asking questions and just lie on the bed!” she giggled, pulling him down so he had no choice. Crawling in between his legs, she couldn’t help but smile as he put his hands behind his head to view her. She grabbed a pillow for him so he could use it in place of his hands. She needed his hands for this. “Did your cock miss me?”

“Mmmm, you have no idea,” he said, his voice low.

She helped him out of his boxer-briefs and scratched her nails teasingly down his thighs. When she finally grabbed hold of his cock, she smiled before kissing the head gently. Morgan bit down on his lip as he looked at her. “C’mon baby.”

“Nuh-uh,” she shook her head, a devilish smile on her face. “Nice and slow.”

He glared at her momentarily. “Excuse me?”

“Nice and slow,” she repeated, her eyes flashing with revenge. “I can tease too, you know.”

“What are you – wha…” he didn’t understand what she was trying to say, but then it hit him. This was payback. ‘Nice and slow’ was payback for their little impromptu rendezvous before Auston’s New Year’s Eve party, where he’d teased her so achingly slow with his fingers. “Baby, please --”

“No,” she said definitively, licking the underside of his cock, but pulling away right after. “Nice. And. Slow.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. He knew he was going to pay for that one day.

True to word, miraculously, she worked on his cock slow and steady, making sure to take her time with the foreplay and use all of her tricks that she knew would drive him wild: the moaning, the dirty talk, even the simple act of catching his eye while his cock was in her mouth and rolling them to the back of her head in pleasure. His body felt like it was a thousand degrees as she worked her magic.

When she began to take him deeper into her mouth and throat, he made sure to gather her hair in his hand as he guided her up and down his shaft. Like always, his eyes rolled back when she would gag slightly, but because she was taking this all nice and slow, everything seemed heightened. She was thoroughly enjoying herself and taking her time, and by her actions he knew she wasn’t forcing herself to do anything she was uncomfortable doing.

“Feeling good, baby?” she asked quickly before taking him into her mouth again.

He grunted in appreciation, tightening his grip on her hair slightly. “You’re so fucking good.”

She moaned a little before she sucked him from base to tip, ending with a pop. “I wanna taste you baby.”

His breathing was hot and heavy. “W-What?” he stuttered out.

“I want you to cum down my throat baby. I want to taste you,” she cooed.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned out, but before he could say anything else, she took him deep in her throat quickly, gagging, and he actively had to think about something else to prevent him from exploding right then and there. He caught her eye as she looked up at him. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

She giggled. “Good,” she said before continuing her actions.

True to his word, it wasn’t long before he began to lose control. He tightened his grip on her hair one last time before he rocked his hips so he could push himself even deeper into her throat. After one last moan and one last gag, she felt him shoot his hot load into her throat. His breathing was erratic, his sighs more high-pitched than normal, and Bee let out a satisfied sound as she swallowed every bit of him.

She continued sucking until she felt him get soft, ending with another pop and another devilish grin on her face. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Morgan.”

“Hap…Hap…” he tried to speak, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even think straight. “I can’t…I can’t…” he repeated, worried, still on a high. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move, but he knew the night couldn’t end here. No way. He never wanted to not make her come, especially for Valentine’s Day celebration, but after doing so himself, like that, he didn’t know how long he’d have to take to recuperate. Needless to say, he didn’t exactly want to wait either.

“C’mon Morgan,” she whispered, her voice breathy and low, her lips grazing against his ear.

His brain was fucking mush. He wasn’t even sure where he was to be honest. “I…I…” he tried to formulate a coherent thought, completely spent and still trying to catch his breath.

“C’mon baby. I’m all dressed up,” she taunted him.

He watched her as she slipped her hand underneath her panties and began to touch herself. He regained enough semblance of a conscience to realize he didn’t want her to be doing that. He wanted to be the one. “Stop,” he said as firmly as he could.

She did as she was told. She looked at him and a small smile crept onto her lips. “How do you want me?” she asked.

Just by the way she phrased it he was ready to explode again right then and there. “Get on your knees,” he said, and she followed instructions, lying back on her knees to face him. “Other way,” he directed, watching the surprise spread across her face as she did what she was told yet again.

Finally regaining enough consciousness, he got on his knees too, getting behind her so her back was flush with his chest. He wrapped his left arm around her slowly, making sure his fingers grazed her skin underneath the material of the babydoll. His right hand was already playing with the lacy material of her underwear. He kissed his way along her shoulder and up her neck until he got to her ear. “You trust me?” he asked.

Bee nodded her head. “I trust you.”

He gave her another tender kiss on her neck, his right hand already reaching over and slipping into the front of her panties to tease her hot core. She jumped at his touch, knowing what he was about to do. “I’m gonna start with one,” he whispered in her ear.

“Two.”

A shiver went up his spine. “Two?”

She nodded her head. “I want it so bad.”

He sighed contently, chuckling to himself at the desperation in her voice. He began teasing her with two fingers, playing with her slick folds and rubbing circles on her clit as he continued to kiss and bite the skin along her neck and shoulders, definitely leaving marks. He could feel her getting wetter with each passing moment and, lacking all self-control, he didn’t wait to push his fingers inside of her.

She moaned at the action, grinding her hips against his hand as much as possible. She snaked her hand along Morgan’s arm that wrapped around her body and intertwined her fingers with his. “Fuck, Mo.”

“Feel good?” he bit down on her neck.

Bee could only nod her head as he curled his fingers in her, hitting the spot that made her shake in pleasure. “Feels so fucking good,” she managed to breathe out.

His kisses were a mix of tender and hungry; his bites both loving and heated. He bit his way back up to her ear. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me Briony?” he asked.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes. “Yes.”

“Are you gonna take more?”

“Yes. Yes,” she said, desperate, grinding her hips again. “Please Mo. I want more.”

He slipped another finger in, now three fingers deep in her. Bee shouted out slightly at the sensation, adjusting to the new feeling as much as she could before her body began reacting before her brain could. A warm shiver went up her spine and she leaned back into Morgan, his chest slick with sweat. “You okay?” he asked quickly.

“Go harder, Morgan.”

Was it possible to self-combust? Because between the blowjob and this, he was sure he was going to spontaneously self-combust right then and there on the bed. She knew just the right tone to use in her voice when she begged to drive him wild. “You’re fucking desperate, aren’t you?”

“Please Morgan,” she begged again, bringing her free hand up to yank at his hair, pulling him so she could give him a sloppy kiss.

His fingers continued to curl inside her and she moaned out in pleasure. This time, he tightened the grip his arm had around her body, limiting her movement so she couldn’t grind against his hand as much. He knew how much she liked when he held her hips down while he ate her out, making sure the responsibility of her pleasure was in his hands the most, and he figured she’d enjoy it just as much in this situation too. A whine escaped her as she realized what he was doing; despite her best effort, she wasn’t able to grind down as much. “Harder,” she panted out.

Losing any semblance of restraint he had left, he began pumping his three fingers in and out of her quickly, much to her wish and indulgence. Her moans were loud and desperate, long and throaty, while, by some miracle, he was still rubbing against her clit and he was still kissing and biting down on the sensitive skin on her neck. It was all too much for her – the different sensations in different places – and her body became hot and she could feel her orgasm already building as Morgan continued to work. “Morgaaaaaaannnnn,” she elongated his name, pleading with him to continue exactly what he was doing.

“You like that, huh,” he mumbled against her skin, making her nod her head. “You’re so fucking desperate for me to fuck you like this.”

“Morgan, please,” she didn’t know what else to say. She knew it was all she was saying but she could barely form a coherent thought. This was so unlike anything they’d ever done; although he had fingered her before, it was never like this. It was never this hot and this steamy and this raw. She was so close she felt like she was going to explode already. “I’m so close.”

“Then make a fucking mess, Briony.”

That’s it. She’s lost it. She cried out loudly, repeating his name over and over again as he curled his fingers in her one last time, making sure it lasted as long as it could as she collapsed against his body, her head leaning back onto his shoulder. Her legs felt like jelly and her hair stuck against his skin.

His fingers were still in her and her thighs were wet as he gave her a tender kiss. “You’re such a good girl for me. Always such a good girl,” he whispered.

“Again.”

He stopped momentarily. He wasn’t expecting to hear that. “What?”

“More. And again.”

The shock was written all over his face, but she couldn’t see because between not facing him and her eyes rolling to the back of her head, she couldn’t see much of anything. “I…you want more?” he clarified.

“Keep going,” she nodded her head. “I want more. Keep going until I can’t scream anymore.”

In a snap second he realized what she was asking him to do. “Are you sure?” he asked one more time.

“Positive. Go wild, baby.”

He practically growled at her request, tightening his grip around her once more and starting to move his fingers in and out of her again. “You gonna take it all like a good girl?”

“Like your good girl.”

“Mmmmm, that’s right. You’re my good girl,” he licked at her jawline. “You ready?”

Bee nodded her head. She whimpered when he curled his fingers and began pounding them into her even harder than before. She felt so warm and wet and the sounds they were making, the moaning and the screaming and the panting, the squelching of her wetness against his hands, it was all so hot and heavy and neither Morgan nor Bee could get enough. “Mooorrrrgaaannnnn, fuck you’re so good baby,” she cried out.

“You want to come again, Briony? So desperate for me to make you come again?” he tormented her.

“Yes baby. Over and over.”

“Over and over till you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Yes!” she screamed out, apparently loving the idea. “Yes baby. Because of you. Only you get to do this to my pussy.”

“You gonna make another mess?”

“Yes. Yes Morgan. Always.”

“You gonna come for me?”

“Only for you baby,” she turned her head as much as possible to kiss him. “Don’t stop, baby. Keep going until I can’t fucking take it anymore.”

Morgan did just that. Over and over Bee cried out, losing control, screaming, panting, her body being shattered as waves of pleasure continually washed over her, non-stop, especially after Morgan slipped a fourth finger into her, stretching her completely and filling her like she hadn’t been filled before. Her body felt like it was on fire as Morgan held her up in his arm, but the constant state of orgasm and the more overstimulation she felt, the more her body began to feel like it was going to collapse onto the bed at any given moment.

The longer they went, the more orgasms she had, and the longer they went, the more Morgan recovered and began to feel hard again. He didn’t even know how long they’d been going for, but because of the overstimulation, his non-stop movements, and the fact that Bee hadn’t been silent since they started, he also wasn’t truly sure how many orgasms she’d had. “How many?”

She didn’t answer at first. She couldn’t answer. She was so wrecked she didn’t know words were a thing she could use. “How many, Briony?” Morgan repeated.

“I d’know,” she let out quickly.

“You wanted this baby. How many?” he demanded an answer from her.

“I don’t…I don’t know,” her moans were broken, her skin shining from the sweat. “It’s so much.” A rose flush had taken over her body. His fingers hadn’t stopped. She was too concentrated on the feeling; the feeling of pleasure but also the feeling of being completely lost to another person, her pleasure in his control, and feeling one hundred percent safe about it.

“C’mon baby, you can keep going,” he encouraged her.

“Morgan,” she cried out, so hot and so wet and so…so willing to keep going.

“C’mon, you can do it again, huh? Like a good girl? Like my good girl?” His voice was soft instead of demanding, filled with love instead of forcing her to do something.

“Y…Yes,” she panted out. All she knew was that she was close, she was so close, but she wasn’t done yet. It was a lot, almost too much, definitely more than she had ever felt before, but she wanted to keep going.

“That’s my good girl,” Morgan cooed as he placed a kiss on her temple. “I’m almost ready, okay? But you’re being such a good girl.”

“Fuck me when you’re ready,” her voice was hoarse and strained.

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll fill you up like I always do. Stretch that pretty pussy how you like it.”

“Mmmmmmm fuck, keep going Morgan. Keep going,” she whimpered.

“C’mon baby, you can take it. You can take it,” Morgan hummed as he began moving his fingers inside her again. She was so sensitive that any movement sent her over the edge quickly. She cried out his name over and over, his fingers and her thighs absolutely fucking soaked, and it wasn’t long before he felt her walls clench around his fingers again, and again, and again.

Finally, finally, the arm keeping her up loosened, his hand going to his cock to stroke himself and get him as hard as he could. She immediately collapsed down, hitting the sheets as he teased at her entrance. It wasn’t long before he pulled her by her hair, slick with the sweat from their bodies, and brought her back to be flush with his chest. “Are you okay baby?” he asked. She barely nodded her head. “One more?”

She closed her eyes, another barely there nod. “I need your cock deep inside me.”

He entered her in one quick go, gasping at how fucking wet she was and how fucking easy it was to slide in to her aching, hot pussy as she collapsed on the bed again, ass up in the air for him. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, his hard thrusts burying his cock deep inside of her. She screamed and moaned and whimpered over every movement, practically sobbing at the feeling of feeling completely and absolutely wrecked by Morgan. When she felt his hot cum squirt inside her, one last orgasm – after way too many to count – ripped through her body, sending her into one last rush of pleasure before Morgan collapsed on top of her body, cock softening inside her but refusing to pull out.

It was a long time before they came back down to earth. Bee’s heart was threatening beat right out of her chest, the overstimulation still running rampant through her, especially since Morgan’s cock was still inside her. She took some deep breaths to try and calm herself. When Morgan’s arm wrapped around her and he shifted their bodies slightly so he was spooning her, he placed tender kisses along her shoulder, now absolutely ravaged with red hickeys and bite marks, and she felt her heartbeat slow down a bit.

“You okay, baby?” he whispered.

At first, she could only nod her head. Her throat was so dry it hurt to speak. She wondered if she would have a voice tomorrow. “I’m okay.”

“You did so good baby. You were so good for me,” he cooed, giving her another tender kiss. “Always such a good girl.”

She couldn’t get enough of him calling her his good girl. She knew she was always good for him, to him, but he was good to her and for her, too. She twisted her body so she could somewhat see him yet still keep his cock inside her. She was absolutely spent, just absolutely destroyed, but she wanted to see the face of the man who made her feel this way; the face of the man who indulged her every want but always kept her needs in mind. “Thank you, baby,” she whispered. She wouldn’t have been confident doing this with anybody else, and for that, she was truly thankful. She could completely lose herself to him and know she would be safe. She knew he would explore this with her but always keep her in control.

“Thank you, baby,” he kissed her. “I love you so much. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No. No, you didn’t hurt me. It was better than what I wanted. I love you too.”

“You wanna clean u--”

“No,” Bee said as he began to move. Her desperate hand on his skin stopped his movements. She knew it probably wasn’t the best decision but she didn’t care. “I don’t care right now. Just stay here with me.”

Morgan nestled back into her, arm draping over her body as he pulled her close against his chest, their bodies still slick with sweat. She’d kill him once she realized what her shoulders and neck looked like, but for now, all he could do was kiss the skin peppered with love bites until they both drifted off to sleep.

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