#LIKE WE STILL WENT TO SCRUM

[lilyware]

honestly I truly hope every exec at embr*cer gr*up ties in a car fire

[bbeoms]

rugby!simon headcanons

hello, my sports hyperfixation this summer is rugby union, thus here i present you my rugby player simon riley brainrot! decided to write it cause why not???? someone needed to bring this idea to life. i hope you enjoy <3

fluff, suggestive, slight hurt/comfort

- plays as a forward (more specifically, second row/lock) so he’s always there during a scrum!

- and as we know, forwards are usually huge men 🤭 so 6’4 117kg simon is the perfect candidate

- you have to restrain yourself every time he’s in his kit cause have you seen how tight their jerseys and shorts are?????

- you can’t help but stare at how the fabric hugs his pecs and how the sleeves are lowkey cutting off circulation to his arms cause of how large his biceps are (and the way his tattoos peek out from the sleeves? chefs kiss)

- hikes up his shorts when he knows you’re watching and smirks when he catches you staring at the thick muscle of his thighs

- avoids wearing his kit around you when you’re ovulating cause he’s not sure he can control himself with the way you eye him like you’re ready to pounce

- (he learned his lesson after that one time you went to a match when you were ovulating. simon didn’t think it was possible, but you managed to milk him dry after you guys went home that night 💀 the hormones made you too feral until you managed to make him tap out lmao)

- anyone else become possessed by a succubus during ovulation?,,,,,, just me?,,,,, okay,,,,

- doesn’t usually wear a scrum cap during his matches

- but there was a couple of times he had to wear it (per the doctors recommendation) to protect stitches he had near his ear

- “ohmygod si you look like the end of a pencil ✏️”

- sulked at your teasing, he didn’t want to wear it either 😭

- you cooed and proceeded to shower his face with lil kisses until he forgave you

- felt his heart melt when you squished your cheek to his and took a selfie, your smile wide as you laugh at the way his blond strands were cutely sticking out of the cap (and how he still, looked like the end of a pencil)

- made it his lockscreen immediately

- being a rugby girlfriend isn’t always fun and games though

- it’s an extremely physical and dangerous sport and although you’d like to think simon is invincible, he’s still human

- it’s hard to believe but there are quite a number of players that are taller and heavier than him (you can’t say they have the same skill set though, simon is really good at his job)

- there’s always an underlying feeling of anxiety every time you watch him play

- injuries are a given

- split skin, bleeding ears and broken bloody noses are some of the more tame injuries you’ve seen simon get.

- simon coos at your tears and furrowed eyebrows whenever you tend to his injuries during rest days

- you don’t like seeing your man hurt!!!! :(((

- (okay but it is pretty hot when he gets all bloody in the face like in the first picture like hello??? lemme jump on you)

- straddling his lap while wiping the dried blood off his eyebrow

- “gimme a kiss”

- being cheeky and steals a kiss on your lips after you ignore his request

- reassures you that he’s alright and reminds you that he’s had worse injuries

- you give him a glare, silently telling him to not remind you of that time you thought he died on the pitch

- simon got hit with a high tackle, the fucker that was attempting to tackle him had his shoulder straight into simon’s neck (the guy got a red card deservingly) knocking simon back and motionless on the pitch

- you watched in horror as multiple bodies pile on top of him, not noticing that simon was out cold

- soon enough, the team’s medics were on field and stretching him away for treatment

- simon still feels your gentle touch on his face that day, thumb rubbing his cheek willing him to be okay

- he still remembers the look on your face despite being concussed. distraught, dried tears staining your cheeks.

- you were so scared, you didn’t know how bad his concussion was and what the aftermath of such injury would entail.

- he’d never felt such tenderness before

- he couldn’t believe that someone cared about him that much, didn’t think that he would ever find someone to love him like you do

- whispers i love you for the first time in his dazed state

- decides at that point that he won’t let you go, and has become a simp ever since <3

left to right pics: david pocock, tariq sims, chris robshaw (<- he would lowkey make a good simon riley imo)

[zcinderone]

An ironically conspicuous yet never exploited(except by me as far as I can see) dot that connects everything which could be the ultimate layer of secret to unravel the true identity of Arei's murderer...

It's Levi and this is where the final piece of puzzle comes to make sense of itself: the Monotv recruiting Teruko do CAULKING scene!!!

This is such a detailed and prominant plot that so far made 0 sense as to its connection to the case. Monotv must have enlisted a helper to clean up the mess left in the gym. Since he can't even do caulking, it is 100% valid for the narrative that there are something in this mess he can't handle. This helper would have abundance of time to figure out the mechanism and took the tape. (whereas both Ace and Eden only had cursory glances at the scene also in a rather shocking and intense scenario to figure out how Nico's mystrious setup worked)

(Monotv specifically mentioning he needs help to do certain chores)

Apart from the 4 involved in Ace's case, the only one awake/available late at night was Levi(and we never know for what purpose the story writer specifically left only him awake and readily came out to check the commotion either). This connects everything.

Think about it rationally. It makes absolutely no sense for those involved in the previous case to make an imitation of their own. On paper, only 4 people knew what happened, and Nico ran off leaving the only necessary tool(tape) to replicate this. Should any of the 3 try to imitate a crime only they knew and able to replicate, they are basically yelling they're the only targets from the get-go (and isn't this what's happening right now?)which is beyond absurd. However, if a third party does exist, it changes everything, they would have everything to gain from pulling an imitation since the premise would exclude their possibility permanently.

Based on the aforementioned points, I will make a tentative prediction about one event we are likely gonna see in ep 15（or 16 depending on pacing）: A scrum debate will happen soon, concerning whether or not Ace&Eden really is the only option scope for imitation crime, for they will most certainly discuss the very reason why they imitate and promptly realized the absurdity thereof. The narrative would seem really off if they don't dabble on why, accepting imitation for the sake of imitation. Some will take the stance that such attempt would be illogical for a rational conspirator in the first place, others will insist on the lack of direct evidence of a third party.

(I just realized the dev could've intentionally let Ace kick the tape out of sight because they have much greater incentive to do so but it's very close to premiere so I won't elaborate since either way my theory itself is the same)I am basing this theory on the assumption that the tape went missing under the dialogue box cg is dev's mistake, because the tape on the ground scene always includes Ace on the ground and the moment he stood it changed which feels too abrupt and dev might just forgot to add that, and there is not a single scene that showed the tape missing without such blockade.

More importantly, there were some clues to back my assumption in the "i'm not fxxing dead!" scene. The tape is placed rather near in front of Ace, a little to our right. Yet, when he stood up he knocked Eden out to our left. It would seem shaky if we take this alone by face value as it could just be a dramatic effect, but what happened afterward is the camera itself clearly turned left to film Eden gradually standing, and turned right to focus on Ace and then turned further right to focus on Teruko, which clearly suggested the actual positioning is: Eden Ace (tape?) Teruko (tape ?) . Problem is, the tape still exitsted right before, and went missing right after Ace stood up under the Teruko "yeah i figured" dialogue box, few secs before Eden stood up, therefore her positioning would exclude her possibility of getting it. And Ace couldn't get it either since four eyes were, and the camera was mostly on him, even depicting him reaching his wound with two hands.

I think If the dev did had such meticulous intent for this hidden scene to be the key to locking the culprit, they would most likely be equally meticulous about either the tape's positioning or Ace's act to make unequivocal sense that one of them would have a clear window to obtain it, which in turn suggests they probably never had such intention to begin with.

Also, we got to consider factoring in complementary details like the starched clothes ball(Levi was the only one who mentioned being in the laundry room some time at night in ep10),Eden mentioning "someone's been following her" (I'm 100% sure this is what the dev planted to make sense of why a 3rd party could overhear Eden&Arturo&Arei event), Arei's missing glove(both Eden and Ace wears glove, Levi doesn't), enough strength to throw the rope near the ceiling(they emphasized early in one scene how high the ceiling is and eden is the smallest girl) Whit trying to make an argument about another motive Levi could have for killing Arei yet got cut off, and trying to redirect the crew's attention back to Levi's secret itself for some reason and got cut off again in ep13 11:22 12:44 (this i think is super super important and it seems only I was mentioning this). These solid details are all adding to the likelihood of Levi, and I really can't find as many other details to back Eden or Ace.

I also had a secondary theory back when ep13 dropped might worth mentioning: could the fish simply be symbolic? Sleep with the fish(godfather thingy)? Levi's background story suggests he is very likely involved in mafia conficts. J even asked him if he was "in" the mafia to which he prompt answered No. But very interestingly the dev specifically gives him a pondering "..." scene immediately after his respond to show he seemed to be thinking about the definition of his involement, then J pushed him to elaborate and he digressed.(starting from ep13 1:28) And Levi did have Italian surname.

I don't have that much confidence in this intepretation alone to begin with as I thought it is a bit old school. But since my major theory makes sense, this one doesn't seem so far-fetched anymore.

[bagopucks]

Blurbs

Jack Hughes x Reader, platonic Luke

For @hughesmoyle

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There were many plus sides to Luke joining the devils. Jack having a brother around, myself having someone else to talk to when I was mad at Jack, having someone sane in the apartment. The list was endless. The thing on the top though? Knowing Jack had a protector. Somebody who would lay down their life to avenge their own blood. Luke was quiet, but he could be mean given the appropriate situation. I’d seen it multiple times. Out at bars, when a guy got too close and Jack wasn’t around. Luke was there. He’d loom over me with a look in his eyes, and a few snide words for the perv who wouldn’t leave me alone.

Likewise, Luke had always been around for his brothers. The few times the boys got into it with other kids, Luke was always ready to throw his fists in the mix. Even when Quinn and Jack fought. Luke was ready to take one’s side. Though usually he ended up punching Quinn for calling Jack a meanie, and shoving Jack for calling Quinn an ass. Jack always went for the harsher words.

Luke was a protector, and as much as I trusted Jack’s team, there was nothing like a brother to have your back.

Except -apparently- in the moment Jack may have needed him most. I gasped the second he lunged at Aho. I’d seen Quinn fight. I’d seen Luke fight. Jack? Maybe in a playful manner. I already had his tooth to worry about, but I feared I’d have more to look after when he finished his scrum with Aho.

“Jack!” His name was the first word to leave my lips. I shot out of my seat, my hand grasping the arm of Kristen. Quiet gasps and ‘oh’s’ dropped from the lips of the women around me. The weight of the leather jacket on my shoulders never felt heavier until then. I flinched when Jack went down. My first assumption was that he’d lost the fight. Until he wrapped his arms around Aho’s legs and flipped him over. Was that even legal?

“Babes, you gotta relax. He’ll be fine!” Nicole called to me over the roar of the crowd. My heart raced. I could hear it in my ears.

“What if he gets hurt?”

“We’ll cross that bridge if we get to it. Just relax.” Kristen interjected. She wiggled her arm from my grasp and slipped her hand into my own, slowly pulling me back into my seat as Jack was separated from the Hurricane. So much for Luke and all his protective tendencies. I couldn’t see much of Jack, but the way he skated off, he looked fine. Then again, he didn’t look particularly in pain when he chipped his tooth either.

My knees bounced for the rest of the game. My heart raced. I felt hot, so I slipped my jacket off. Then I heard the final goal horn. The game was officially over. I grabbed my jacket and shot out of my seat, past a suite full of women. I assumed my jacket would be sign enough to get me back into the players only area. I truly hoped so. I took the stairwell instead of trying to weave through crowds on escalators. It was quite the sprint, but a workout I would benefit from. I was met with security by the first door, their eyes looked me over before one man smiled at me and let me through.

Then it was a matter of weaving through the halls, past the visiting locker room, past equipment rooms, past reporters- then I was stopped outside the locker room.

“Here for Jack?” One of the media managers asked. He worked with the arena staff.

“Yeah.” I breathed out, biting my lip.

“You know you’ll have to wait.” And I did, but a piece of me hoped I’d manage to get in first.

Instead, because of legally binding contracts, I was left pacing in the hall while the media filled the locker room and began asking millions of questions.

When reporters cleared out, and players began filing out of the room, the same manager waved me inside. I wrinkled my nose at the scent, but my distaste was replaced by concern when I spotted Jack and Luke seated side by side in their stalls, still half dressed. Jack was rubbing his wrist- not a great sign, but his smile was a good one.

“Jack.” Both boys looked up at me. I crossed the floor, careful not to step on the logo.

“Hey, babe. Thought we’d meet at the car?” Jack’s bubbly tone caught me off guard. I reached out to grab his face nonetheless, inspecting every inch. His brows rose in surprise, but he allowed me to turn his face in my hands and occasionally rub a blemish or red mark. Even the acne forming on his forehead from the sweaty helmet he wore. He needed a spa day.

“Smile wide for me.” I instructed, and much like a child, Jack gave me his best toothy grin. All but one. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“I don’t think so.” Jack shook his head, and I finally let him go. “You worried about me?” He teased.

“A little, all things considered.” Look stifled a laugh at the obvious allusion to his missing tooth.

“Hey,” Jack feigned offense.

“You just make me nervous sometimes, Is all.”

“What about me?” Luke chimed in, looking up at me expectantly.

“What about you?” I quipped in response, this time I laughed with Jack.

“You guys suck.” Luke muttered as he stood up.

“Says the one who didn’t protect his brother.” I argued.

“Did you see the same fight I did? I don’t think I needed to.” Luke sassed, earning a hard glare from both myself and Jack.

“Check that ‘tude bro.”

“Yeah, Lu. Check the ‘tude.” I agreed with Jack, earning an incredulous look from the youngest boy.

“Get outta here,” Luke finally cracked a smile, trying to shoo me off. “We have to change.”

“Whatever, Luke. I’m telling your dad you’re being mean.”

“I’m sure I’m the least of his worries.” I had begun walking toward the doors of the locker room until Luke spoke up again. I turned to look at him.

“You and Quinn have had far more fights. I don’t think Jim is gonna be too worried.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t risk our shot at an NHL trophy, did we?”

“Jack.” I whined, looking toward the middle Hughes, who was busy removing his shoulder pads and his shirt.

“Luke, quit giving her trouble.” Jack scolded.

“Quit giving her trouble.” Luke mocked.

“Shut up!”

“Thut up!” Jack paused the second the words fell from Luke’s lips.

I took slow backwards steps toward the locker room door. I heard Luke mumble a brief sorry before I slipped out of the locker room. The only sounds that followed me were that of a loud thud and Luke quietly mumbling an, ‘ow.’

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Boston Bears: Off-Limits - Rugby Player!Chris x Reader (Part 5)

Summary: Scott invites you round for a BBQ leading you to your first night at Chris' house

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Fluff! Minor Angst! Mention of past toxic relationship! Mention of Vomit/Vomiting! Alcohol Consumption!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 5

Chris let out a loud grunt as Ari landed a hard tackle on him. He was holding a tackle bag which took most of the impact but Ari was a large man with a mean tackle. Despite being on a bye week this weekend, Coach Y/L/N was taking no chances, especially following the poor performance on Saturday. So the team was training as hard as they would be if they were playing this weekend.

Thankfully the funk Chris was in was well and truly over and he definitely had you to thank for that. His mind was clearer and everything felt sharper. Everything was going so smoothly it was like watching a symphony. Chris looked out at the team and saw a championship-winning team.

The best part was that Chris could look over at you and not be distracted. Well, that wasn’t completely true, he would look over at you and remember everything from last weekend. But it was the good kind of distracted, the kind that filled him with energy but didn’t leave him restless like it had before the weekend.

“Right break into your groups!” Coach Y/L/N shouted bringing an end to tackle practice.

Chris let out a sigh of relief as he dumped the tackle bag to the side. His hand running over his abs as he did so.

He caught Ari smirking over at him “Did I go too hard on you cap?” 

“Yeah don’t need to go 100% all the time” Chris complained as he picked up a ball ready for kicking practice.

“That was only 75” Ari winked as he sauntered off to go join the rest of the scrum players.

Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head as he walked in the opposite direction to start practising his kicking. 

He placed the tee down, and as he rested the ball on it he caught sight of you stood in the corner talking with Andy. Your gaze met his for a second and you sent him a subtle smirk before turning your attention back to Andy. 

Chris smiled to himself as he stood back up only to spot Johnny smirking over at him with a shit-eating grin on his face. Chris shot him a glare, while he knew now that Johnny was just trying to make Chris jealous he still didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right.

Stretching out his shoulders and neck Chris lined up the kick. Tracing the route he wanted the ball to take with his eyes. It was a relatively easy angle to start with but still one that needed a bit of calculating. He took a deep breath before starting his run-up, his boot hit the ball with a satisfying thud and Chris watched as it easily sailed through the posts.

Chris did a couple more practice kicks before jogging over to go collect up the balls so he could carry on. As he did so he crossed paths with Johnny.

“I was surprised that you didn’t come out to celebrate with us on Saturday” Johnny smirked.

Chris shot him a look “I highly doubt that storm” 

“I’d never lie to you cap” Johnny gasped, placing a hand on his heart “but whatever you did clearly worked, or should I say whoever” 

Chris stopped in his tracks and spun around to face Johnny, his voice low and tone full of warning “We both know you know more than you’re letting on so let's drop this little act” Chris started “There’s a lot riding on us this season so if you breath a word of what you know”

Johnny held up his hands in surrender “My lips are sealed” he promised “I only interfered to help the team, we can’t have you in a funk because you’re pining over the medic” he added with his own accusatory look “We need you Evans, you’re the glue that holds us all together”

Chris studied him for a moment before nodding his head “Good” 

Johnny just laughed and shook his head as he turned to walk away muttering “oblivious idiot” as he went.

Chris furrowed his brow not understanding what Johnny meant by that. He chose not to dwell on it though and returned his attention back to practice.

Soon enough Coach called out to end practice “alright let’s call it a day, those who need it get yourself to injury clinic and Y/N will be taking attendance so don’t think about skipping because I will know” he said with a pointed look at a couple of players “the rest of you rest up, enjoy the afternoon off and don’t do anything stupid” 

The whole team hummed in response before dispersing. As he walked back to the changing rooms he considered asking if you had any lunch plans but he spotted you with your head buried in a clipboard so decided to save it for another time.

Once inside the changing room he grabbed his phone from his bag and dialled. His brother picked up after a couple of rings.

“Hey, what’s up?” Scott answered.

“Got the afternoon off, fancy grabbing some lunch?” Chris suggested.

“Yeah sounds good, usual place?”

“Yeah I’ll see you there, just gotta shower” 

“Yeah I don’t want your stank putting me off my burger”

Chris groans and rolls his eyes “Whatever, see you later” he said before hanging up.

Once he was showered and changed Chris grabbed his bag and left the training centre. It was only a short drive to the diner that Chris and Scott frequented and his brother was already sat waiting inside for him.

“I ordered you a triple bacon cheeseburger and milkshake” Scott smirked as Chris sat down.

Chris shot him a look to call him out on his bullshit.

“But they said no so you have a grilled chicken burger and salad” Scott continued dramatically rolling his eyes.

“Thank you, although that cheeseburger did sound nice” Chris sighed as he sat back in the booth.

Chris loved that he got to play rugby for his job and he’d happily do anything that meant he played as well as and as long as he could. But sometimes the diet got to him, the chefs at the club were good and could make it taste nice. But it wasn’t like a good greasy burger. 

“Well you are on a bye week so you could have one at our BBQ this weekend, Coach doesn’t have to know” Scott shrugged.

“True” Chris hummed “You still good getting the supplies? I can pay for them I just won’t have the time to go get them myself”

Scott nodded “All sorted, me and Steve made a list and we’re going to Costco on Friday” 

The food then arrived and both men tucked in. Chris didn’t realise how hungry he was until he took his first bite. He’d finished his meal before Scott had even gotten through half of his. Leading to Chris reaching over to steal a few fries.

Scott slapped his hand away after he stole his fifth fry “Order your own if you want fries” he scolded.

“I don’t want any” Chris retorted as he stole another.

Scott rolled his eyes before a mischievous smile tugged at his lips “Well at least you’re in a better mood this time, you were a miserable ass when I last saw you” Chris glanced over with a curious look “How is that whole forbidden fruit situation going? You looked pretty tense during the match but you seem better now… like you got some release?” Scott smirked.

Chris sighed knowing Scott wasn’t gonna let this drop. He was lucky that he got this far into lunch before it got brought up. He glanced around the diner making sure none of his team or anyone else who worked at the Bears decided to have lunch here.

He looked down at his empty plate “We came to some agreement” Chris answered quietly.

“An agreement” Scott echoed.

“Yeah” 

“What kind of agreement?”

“A mutually beneficial one”

“Is that all you gonna give me?” Scott pouted.

“Yep,” Chris grinned as he stole another fry, taking pleasure in his brother’s exasperated expression.

Chris wasn’t gonna go into any details though. It was his private life and he was gonna keep it exactly like that, private. Plus he was gonna keep the promise he made to you, Scott may know about this arrangement but he doesn’t need the details.

Scott rolled his eyes and slumped his shoulders in disappointment. But almost as quickly his face lit up again, his attention on something behind Chris.

Chris looked over his shoulders, his attention also peaking when he spotted you walking into the diner, heading straight for the counter.

You seemed to feel the eyes on your back, Chris saw your shoulders tense before you quickly looked over your shoulder. There was a brief look of panic on your face until your eyes met his and your shoulders seemed to relax.

 You held up your hand to signal ‘one minute’ before turning your attention back to the counter. Chris furrows his brows since he hadn’t signalled for you to come over, but when Chris looked back over at Scott he saw his brother lowering his arm telling him it was Scott you had gestured to.

“What are you doing?” Chris hissed quietly.

“What I just wanna meet her” Scott grinned.

Chris groaned quietly as before he knew it you were walking over “Hey Evans, sticking to your diet I see” you smirked.

“As closely as I can” Chris grinned.

“Hi, I’m Scott by the way,” Scott said introducing himself, clearly not willing to wait for Chris to do so “Fancy joining us?”

“Ah no I’m good, got to get back to the clinic, just grabbing myself something to eat” you said gesturing over your shoulder with your thumb.

“Got a lot of players in?” Chris asked.

“No, thankfully most of the team are pretty fit, just some long-term injuries” you explained.

“Good” Chris smiled, nodding his head.

Silence then fell between the three of you, you were clearly about to make your excuse to leave when Scott spoke up.

“We were just talking about our BBQ tradition,” he said.

“Oh?” You questioned as Chris threw Scott a quizzical look.

“Yeah whenever the bears have their bye week we throw a BBQ since it's pretty rare that they have a weekend off” Scott explained.

“Even if it falls midwinter?” You asked.

“We draw straws to decide who has to do the grilling while the rest stay inside in the warmth” Chris answered making you chuckle.

“You should come” Scott said taking both you and Chris by surprise.

“Really? I wouldn’t want to intrude” you said shaking your head.

“You wouldn’t be” Chris said, quick to reassure you “but it’s up to you, don’t feel like you have to” 

“Will other players be there?” You asked nibbling your lower lip.

“They’re invited but they never turn up, most go home and visit family for the weekend” Chris explained.

“Right okay, cool yeah I’ll um check my diary but sounds fun” You nodded “I um better get back” 

“Yeah sure, I’ll text you the address” Chris smiled.

“Great I’ll see you at training tomorrow” you smiled back “And it was nice to meet you” you added glancing quickly at Scott.

“Great to meet you too,” Scott said with the widest grin.

You shoot Chris another smile before turning to leave, grabbing your food as you went. Chris watched you go until you were completely out of view. When he looked back over at his brother, he was still grinning like a madman.

“You’re welcome” Scott grinned.

You frowned as you stared up at the house in front of you. This couldn’t be the right place. You checked the address Chris had given you and Google Maps which said this definitely was the right place. Had he given you the wrong address? If he had this was a brand new way to screw you over that was so elaborate you honestly couldn’t be too mad. 

This looked like a typical suburban Boston family home. Not the kind of house a single professional sportsman would own. Most of the players had swanky apartments in the city, the only time they bought houses was when they settled down. 

Wait. Had Chris settled down? Did he have a life partner and you were a piece on the side?

You shook your head. You were being ridiculous. You knew for a fact that wasn’t the case. Not just because he said he couldn’t juggle more than one woman, but because Tommi did an FBI-level deep dive on him and she would have said if he was or had been married. 

You checked the text one last time, double-checking the wording. He definitely said this was the address for his place, not his brother’s. When they invited you to a BBQ you assumed that they were throwing it at Scott’s place but that didn’t seem to be the case. 

You were just about to call Chris just to double-check you were in the right place when the front door opened and Scott poked his head out.

“Hey, what are you doing standing out here?” 

You breathed out a sigh of relief and shot him a smile “My friend called me” you lied as you walked up to the front door. 

Scott arched a sceptical brow but didn’t say anything “Well better late than never, can I get you a drink?” he asked as you stepped inside. 

“A beer would be great thank you” 

Scott nodded “Coming right up, everyone else is out back,” he said nodding in the direction of the backyard. 

You send him a grateful smile before making your way out to the backyard. There were probably only about 20-odd people here, many of which seemed to be Chris’ non-rugby friends. Speaking of the devil you spotted him standing by the grill, beer in one hand, spatula in the other. He shoots you a smile and nods in greeting when he spots you before returning his attention back to the grill. 

“Here you go,” Scott said as he appeared beside you and passed you your beer “no clue what you preferred so I hope it’s okay”

You accepted the beer happily and took a quick swig “It’s my favourite” you admitted.

A shit-eating grin grew on his face as he nodded “Well help yourself to as many as you like” he offered “Do you know many people here?” 

You scanned the group once more before shaking your head “Nope” 

That didn’t worry you though because it meant you didn’t have to worry about your arrangement with Chris becoming known within the Bears staff. Plus you were pretty good at making friends with strangers, so much so that Tommi said that you’ve never met a stranger. 

“Well those lot over there are Chris’ old teammates from when he was playing junior rugby,” Scott said pointing over to a group of lads who looked like rugby players but not as athletically fit “Those are old school friends of ours and those two are our sisters” Scott continued, going through everyone until everyone had been introduced, including Scott’s partner Steve who had joined the both of you

 “but don’t worry we’ll keep you company while Chris is in grillmaster mode” Steve reassured you. 

“Thank you I appreciate it, this will be a nice way to meet people in the area outside of work” You nodded. 

“Yep” Scott nodded “You never know you might meet your east coast best buddy” he added wiggling his eyebrows. 

“I already have by the sounds of it” You smirked as you took a sip of your beer.

Scott grinned “I like you, you better be sticking around”

You felt a lump form in your throat at the insinuation knowing it was highly unlikely but played it off with a casual shrug of your shoulders “We’ll see” you said your voice surprisingly hoarse giving you a good excuse to avoid any more talking by taking a good few glugs of your beer. 

For the next half an hour you hung out with Scott and Steve, easily chatting with them and anyone else who came over to join the conversation. Despite how easy you normally found it to make friends it felt even easier at this party. It felt like you’d known these people your whole life. They were so sweet and welcoming and it really said a lot about Chris if this was the company he kept. 

You were mid-conversation with one of Chris’ old school friends when you felt two hands being placed on your shoulders “I thought I’d find you here”

To your surprise when you looked over your shoulder you spotted Johnny stood there with a lopsided grin on his face “Johnny? What are you doing here?”

“I was invited obviously”

You rolled your eyes at him “Yeah but Chris told me all the other players never show up, they’re off visiting family for the weekend” you explained. 

“Usually I am, but my sister and her boyfriend are at some fancy conference so I’m stuck on my lonesome” Johnny sighed with a dramatic pout. 

“You poor soul” you responded sarcastically. 

“Yep it's been real hard, so I thought I’d come along to this since I gathered you’d probably be here alone and keep you company” he explained as he looped his arm around your shoulder and led you away. 

“Thank you, but I’m actually good,” you said before lowering your voice “Plus another stage in our plan isn’t needed”

Johnny shoots you a look that said ‘Do you think I’m stupid’ “I know that, I knew the plan worked the moment I saw Chris at training Monday morning” he said “But you’re good fun and I thought we had a good friendship here, please don’t tell me it was all in my head” he continued placing a hand over his heart. 

You chuckled “No you’re right, I’m sorry” you smiled at him “It is good to see you Johnny”

He shot you a boyish smirk “That’s what all the ladies say” he said earning a roll of the eyes from you “So how are things going with you and Evans, you don’t look particularly close”

You shrugged your shoulders “We’re keeping it casual, both on the same page about what we want, keeping it private” you explained with a pointed look, Johnny responded by pretending to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key “So I’m just mingling like another friend would, plus he’s busy being the grillmaster”

Johnny nodded his head “Yeah you don’t wanna mess with or distract the grillmaster” he agreed. 

The two of you continued chatting for a while longer until it appeared that food was ready and people were making their way over to grab a plateful. It was then that Chris finally made his way over and you were surprised at the sudden flutter of excitement in your chest when he did so.

He gave you a warm smile as he approached “Glad to see you made it, hope Scott hasn’t been too irritating as company” he greeted.

“Nah not as bad as this guy at least” you gestured with your thumb over to Johnny who let out an insulted gasp. 

“Rude!”

Chris chuckled as he shook Johnny’s hand “Good to see you man, not seeing your sister this weekend?” he asked. 

“Nah got some big conference on biotech or whatever” Johnny said waving it off. 

“Well good to have ya, why don’t you grab something to eat, I promise not to tell coach” Chris promised.

Johnny smirked “Alright I get the hint, Storm dismissed” he saluted before stepping away. 

Once he was gone Chris shot you an apologetic look “Sorry, I know I said there wouldn't be anyone from the team here” he sighed as he leant down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. 

You waved him off “No, no it’s okay, I like Johnny he’s becoming a good friend” 

Chris arched a brow “Really? Don’t get me wrong I like the guy but he can be a bit much”

You nodded “Yeah he’s like a puppy, his heart is in the right place at least” you explained “Plus he already knows about us, if it was anyone else it would be more of an issue” 

Chris nodded his head in agreement “True, he’s a damned good winger too” he added making you snort with laughter. 

“You mean wingman” 

Chris shot you a grin “That too” he admitted “Now let’s get some food”

You followed him towards where all the food was served. You loaded your plate sending a knowing smirk to Chris when you saw him build a double cheeseburger. He responded by holding a finger to his lips and shushing you.

You laughed and once again looked around at the gorgeous house around you, still not quite believing that this was his house.

“So this is where you live” you commented as you both of you walked over to a table outside.

Chris arched a brow as he sat down “You sound surprised” 

“I am” you admitted “You’re breaking the mould of a single rugby player living his best bachelor life”

Chris’ brows pinched together “In what way?”

“Well every single player I’ve ever known has lived in swanky apartments, the only ones who have houses like this are ones who have already settled down” you explained gesturing around to the house.

Chris nodded slowly as he swallowed his mouthful of burger “Well this is pretty new” he admits “decided about a year ago I needed a change from that kinda lifestyle”

“What changed your mind? A girl?” You asked arching a brow.

Chris smirks “Why? Making sure they’re not in the picture” he asked.

You shook your head “Just curious” you said, even if you didn’t 100% believe it.

“No there wasn’t a girl, well… not that kinda girl anyway” Chris started, you tilted your head in confusion, curious as to what he meant “My sister has 3 kids, two boys and a girl and they’re amazing and I love spending time with them so I thought a more kid-friendly place would help” Chris explained “but the main reason was this guy” he added before whistling.

The dog you had seen running around the place and assumed was someone else’s came running over. It then sat obediently next to Chris waiting for a scrap of food.

“This is Dodger” Chris grinned as he passed Dodger a bite of burger.

“He’s very cute, how old is he?” You asked as you scratched Dodger behind the ear.

“Don’t know exactly, the rescue centre guessed he was about a year old, so he’s two maybe three now?” Chris explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

“You rescued him?” You asked surprised.

Chris nodded “The team helped out with this adoption drive and we instantly hit it off and I knew he was coming home with me” he smiled.

“That’s really sweet, what do you do when you have to go on the road?” You asked, rugby players were never away long for away matches, not like Hockey players but it was always a couple of days.

“My ma looks after him on away weekends, or Scott if she’s busy” Chris explained “I wish I could take him with me but I don’t think he’d like the crowds”

You nodded, watching as Chris smiled warmly down at Dodger. There was no doubt that Chris absolutely loved his dog and it made your heart do a little flutter. 

The BBQ carried on into the evening, everyone making the most of the warm spring weather. Eventually, everyone began to make their way home, many of whom seemed to live nearby and left on foot,

For you however you needed to drive home, but you had drunk far too much to do so legally. You weren’t drunk, but definitely over the limit. You couldn’t rely on a lift from Johnny either as he had left a couple of hours prior after receiving a text from a lady friend. You couldn’t call your dad for a lift either because you really didn’t want to explain why you were at Chris’ house. 

You decided to just call an Uber and you’d come collect your car tomorrow. You were just pulling out your phone when Chris walked over to you. 

“Hey you alright?” he asked.

You smiled up at him and nodded your head “Yeah I just drank more than I should have so I’m ordering an Uber home”

Chris shook his head “Don’t waste money on that, just stay here tonight” he offered like it was obvious.

Your lips parted as you tried to come up with an excuse not to. You weren’t sure why you didn’t want to stay, you were sure another night with Chris would be plenty of fun. But you just didn’t want to tonight, there was a funny feeling in your gut. It wasn’t because of Chris, you knew that much, but you had no clue where it was coming from so playing it safe would probably be better. Plus there were still a few people here, you weren’t sure how you felt about them seeing you stay the night. 

Chris must have seen your hesitation as he held out his hand “You can stay as a friend if you want” he said quietly. 

You sighed softly “Are you sure? I don’t wanna be a nuisance” 

Chris smiled and shook his head “Nah it’s fine, plenty of my buddies stay over, and it’s not like I don’t have the rooms to spare” he shrugged. 

“That’s great thank you” 

“No worries, let me just make sure everything is ready and you can head up if you want, a couple of us might stay up a little longer” Chris gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. 

You smirked slightly “One more drink won’t hurt now that I’m staying”

You went up to bed a couple hours later to the bedroom Chris said you could stay in, surprised to find he’d left out some spare toiletries and comfies to sleep in. You climbed into the bed and let out a small moan at how comfy it was, you were going to be dead to the world in no time.

At least you thought so.

You probably had only been asleep for an hour when you woke up with a start. A sudden and horrid wave of nausea crashed over you which made you bolt up out of bed and rush to the adjoining bathroom.

You sat yourself down by the toilet and waited for the vomit to actually come. It didn’t though it never did. Ever since what happened with Bryce there had been nights where out of nowhere you would wake up, heart pounding, sweating as a wave of nausea crashed over you. It wasn’t every night, it would go away long enough that you thought it would never happen again only for it to suddenly return. 

You had told Tommi about it and she made you take a pregnancy test just to make sure which thankfully came back negative. Plus you’d had your period since then so you were definitely reassured it wasn’t that. It just seemed like your body wanted to fuck you over. 

After about 15 minutes the wave passed enough that you didn’t feel like you were on the verge, but you still felt pretty weak like you’d just run a marathon. You slowly pushed yourself to stand and decided to head downstairs to grab some water. 

You tried to keep quiet as you searched for a glass, trying to ignore how your hand shook once you finally found one and filled it up. You took some shallow sips, glad to get rid of the stale taste in your mouth as you leant against the counter. 

You had drunk half the glass but still didn’t feel okay enough to head back up to bed. You had too much restless energy, you wouldn't be able to fall asleep even if you tried. So instead you decided to just walk around the bottom floor of the house. 

You were just walking around the living room, admiring all the different knick-knacks and family photos. Bryce had no family photos at his place, it almost made it look like he had no family at all, which maybe was his intention since he didn’t really get on well with his family. 

It was another way Chris was completely different to Bryce. You could tell Chris cared a lot about his family and others in his life, they were as much a part of his life as rugby was. He hadn’t lost sight of who he was before he became a professional sportsman. He was still pretty ordinary, someone who’d be very easy to love which terrified you. 

Falling in love was like presenting your unprotected heart on a platter and hoping they looked after it and most of the time they didn’t. That’s what happened with Bryce, you hadn’t been in love with him, but you had allowed yourself to catch feelings and he’d hurt you. You dread to think of the damage that would have been done if you had loved him. 

So you couldn’t catch feelings with Chris. It was sex and fun only. 

“Hey, you alright?” 

You nearly jumped out of your skin, you spun around to see a tired-looking Chris stood a few meters away from you. Despite having drunk nearly an entire glass of water, your mouth went suddenly dry as you took in his topless appearance, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. 

“Uh-ih yeah” you coughed “Yeah, just woke up thirsty so was just grabbing a glass of water”

Chris nodded as he rubbed his eyes “Me too, want another?” he asked nodding to your now empty glass of water. 

“Yeah sure that would be great thanks” you said following him back into the kitchen. 

He took your glass from you, his fingers brushing against yours as he did so. You tried to ignore the tingling sensation that was left in his wake, flexing your fingers quickly. No feelings. You gripped the glass so tightly when he passed you it back that you worried you’d drop it so took a large gulp before setting it back down on the kitchen island. 

You watched as he grabbed his own glass, filled it and took a few deep sips. Silence fell between the two of you and the air suddenly felt charged as Chris’ eyes roamed your body up and down. You tried not to squirm under his gaze, the look in his eyes as heated as the feeling that was growing within you. 

“You look good in my tee” he commented. 

“Oh is this-” you started before shaking your head “Stupid question” you muttered, of course, this was his tee you were wearing. 

A smirk tugged at Chris’ lips as he placed his glass down and crossed the short distance between the two of you. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip as he gazed down at you. 

“I didn’t thank you for coming earlier” he murmured. 

You hummed “Yeah, you’re pretty poor at hosting, no wonder the other guys don’t show up” You smirked, feeling more comfortable on this ground. Joking, having fun.

You expected Chris to snort and have some witty comeback but he just shrugged his shoulders casually “don’t care, there’s only one person that I did care about” 

“You didn’t invite me, Scott did” you pointed out. 

“Semantics” Chris hummed as he reached out to play with the bottom of his tee that you wore. 

“Chris I-” you started, not knowing where you were going with your sentence. 

Part of you felt like this was too intense for your arrangement, for your foolish little heart. But the other part of you was screaming for his touch, like every atom in your body was reaching out. 

“I need to kiss you” he interrupted “I couldn’t sleep knowing…” he continued before trailing off, his gaze falling from your face to the tee.

Your answer was past your lips before it even registered in your mind “Yes”

Chris instantly surged forward, his large hands cupping your jawline as he tilted your head back and kissed you deeply. You responded with your hands resting on his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath your touch as you slowly draped your arms around his shoulders. 

You were so lost in the kiss that you weren’t aware that he’d pick you up until you felt the cold bite of the kitchen island beneath you. Your legs parted and he moved to stand between them, his hands gripping your hip as your fingers ran up into his messy bedhead. 

He moaned as you tugged on his hair and he deepened the kiss much to your pleasure. Especially when his hands moved from your hips to your chest. He cupped your breasts and massaged them through the tee you wore, making you curse that the fabric was even there. 

It was when he tugged you closer and you felt how aroused he was and it was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on you. You blinked a couple of times as you pulled back, it wasn’t like you weren’t enjoying it, because you were, you really were. It just felt wrong for a second, maybe you still didn’t feel right after what happened upstairs.

“Hey, you okay?” Chris asked as he brushed some hair out of your face. 

“Uh-uh yeah I just-” you stuttered trying to find the reason why you didn’t want to continue “Yeah I’m just tired… sorry” you landed on.

Chris nodded “That’s okay, it is late you don’t need to apologise” he reassured you. 

“I just - but you-” 

“I’m fine” He interrupted you “I just wanted a moment alone with you and I got that”

You bit your lip as you felt your heart skip a little beat despite you telling it not to. But you couldn’t help but make another comparison, Bryce would have tried to convince you to carry on but Chris was just happy with what you were willing to give him. It was enough to make the funny feeling in your gut disappear. 

“C’mon let’s get you back to bed,” Chris said holding out his hands. 

You smiled softly and accepted his help down from the counter, he kept hold of one of your hands as he led you back upstairs to the guest bedroom. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before wishing you a good night. 

When you crawled back into bed all the horrible feelings you had felt when you first woke up were completely gone. You were able to fall asleep almost immediately and it had nothing to do with the more intense smell of Chris on your tee.

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Silly Levi Ramble

i've been watching people stream drdt so i've seen the first trial again. As a result i want to talk about Levi. I've seen a lot of people say he's acting weird/suspicious this trial but i don't think he is? I'm not saying he's not the culprit, he definitely could be, i just think people are giving him too much credit in the intelligence department.

Spoilers for all of Despair Time!!

During the first trial, he was ready to vote Teruko out because 'she's the most suspicious' , just like everyone else. Also, the only useful thing he said that entire trial was that 'it's difficult to stab someone in the throat' speech. Even after that he went back to 'Teruko could have used another weapon' during the scrum debate, despite it being proven that there was no other weapon earlier on in the trial. Even after that he only backed down after being proven wrong/ the majority decided Teruko was not the culprit. Levi may be logical minded but he's not smart. The only reason Ace is recognised as 'the stupid one' is because he makes his stupidity more obvious be yelling at and arguing with anything that moves.

What is my point here? Well, in the second trial, Levi doesn't say anything that helpful here either. But this isn't really suspicious to me. He makes an argument about accomplices but backs down when Teruko explains why it's a waste of time. When the note implicates Eden he questions her, like many others. When Eden explains he offers to protect her so they can move on with the trial.

Now, here's the bit i see most used as an argument for why he could be the culprit. David's confession/breakdown. Levi's one of the first to call for his execution. Now, think back to the first culprit: Min. When Min was revealed as the culprit evidence incriminating her was revealed, she had a breakdown, she confessed. They voted for her and were correct. Now Ace (with assistance from Whit and Charles) revealed incriminating evidence against David. What's David's response? Have a breakdown then confess to killing Arei. Now, obviously we (as well as Teruko and some others) know he's lying but keep in mind how gullible Levi was to Arei's crocodile tears. In Levi's mind, based on previous events, David is most likely the correct culprit.

Therefore, i don't think his behaviour in trial 2 is suspicious i just think he's a little bit stupid and very gullible. Obviously, he could still be the culprit and if you think his behaviour is suspicious that's cool and valid too!

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Eat The Acid

Summary: Reader is the wife of CM Punk and the twin sister of Nick Jackson. The brawl that occurred between The Elite and Punk leads to a messy divorce between the two. Y/n hates the fact that a part of her still loves Phill but can’t even look at him without thinking about the fight.

Warnings include: Swearing, violence, toxic relationships, manipulation and those kinds of things 

Word count: 1645

Eat The Acid II Eat The Acid III Main Masterlist CM PUNK Masterlist

Inspired by "Eat The Acid" By Kesha

When people think of the brawl they think of CM Punk VS The Elite. This whole situation surrounding Phill and Adam, this everlasting hatred that has formed between the Elite and Punk but people forgot about me. Not once have I heard anything about me. I’m not saying this for attention but people don’t understand how difficult this whole situation has been for me. Being the sister of the young bucks and the wife of cm punk put me in a difficult position. I saw first hand how the whole fight played out. I had heard the media scrum and it made me sick. Phill and I had spent the past few months arguing, it really bothered me hearing him shit on Hangman. I didn’t understand the hate towards him. I knew that once we got home I would talk to him about his choice of words at the media scrum. I sat in the private locker room crying, my twin brother Nick comforting me. I told him how I didn’t think I could do it anymore, yes Phill is my husband but the elite is my family. The two of us had been seeing a marriage counselor, and a therapist, an idea that Phill hated. I just wanted to better understand the situation, how I could help Phill. 

I heard the locker room door swing open and was greeted by ace steel who started yelling and destroying the locker room. Just then I saw Phill enter. Look in my eyes, what do you see? Well looking into his eyes I could see the pure rage in them, I couldn't even recognize him. I couldn't move, my body frozen in fear as I watched the whole situation unfold before my eyes. People were screaming, punching, biting, trying to kill each other. I could faintly hear someone yell for me to watch out, Nick grabbing me and pulling me to the ground in order to avoid a chair that was being thrown right at me. As I hit the floor reality set in, that was not any chair but some crazy decided to throw an office chair at my head, barely missing me. Looking up I saw regret in Phills eyes, he was crying. The whole room went quiet, realizing that he was the one to throw the chair. I quickly got up and grabbed my purse and phone, trying to get out of the room as fast as I could, tears continuing to fall. Phill stopped me in my tracks, pulling me towards him. He wrapped his arms around me holding me close, I was frozen, stiff as a board. He whispered sweet nothings and kept apologizing, kissing my forehead, saying he loved me and he didn’t know what came over him. I tried to break free of his grasp and he eventually gave up, letting me go but the look in his eyes terrified me. 

Just then security finally came into the room escorting everyone out of the arena. I spent that night with Kenny, it was like our old days in Japan sharing a hotel room. The both of us were silent, still trying to process what had happened. I knew I wanted a divorce, this was the final straw but even if the other things didn’t happen I would have still filed for a divorce after the brawl. Is it bad that if this happened with anyone else I wouldn't have cared, it was the fact that this involved my family that made me so mad. For god sakes Matt and Nick are his brother in laws. I ignored Phill’s calls, his texts, I knew I needed a break. The suspension didn’t surprise me, we all knew it was coming but it sucked that Kenny, Nick and Matt became the first ever trios champions, only to get them taken away 24hrs later. The news articles came fast, everyone talking about the situation. I didn’t even bother coming home, I got the first flight out of Chicago to California. I knew Phill would know I would try to escape to our Cali home so I packed all of my things and Matt was kind enough to let me stay with him for the time being. 

It took me three months to see him again. Around christmas time Phill and I went back to our therapy sessions. I could tell that he was genuinely sorry but I could never look at him the same after what happened. I didn’t want a divorce, I loved him but the situation tore my family apart, it got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. Divorce was the best option even though it would make things worse. Phill was my husband, we shared so much together, he helped me feel feelings that I lost years ago. He knew my past, he knew my trauma, never once judging me for it, instead helping me through an episode. That’s what made this so hard, my brain blocked out all the negatives in him, so in love, ignoring the flaws yet that fight remains clear as day, I will never forget it, no matter how hard I try. Matt and Nick were my brothers, Kenny and Adam were like family, they were there for me longer than Phill was. I would always pick them but I felt so guilty about it. They helped me through the situation with Phill, believe it or not they encouraged me to try and make amends with him despite legally not being allowed within 10 ft from another. 

***

We continued therapy once a week for another 6 months, just before he would come back to AEW and join Collision, the show we made for him, in order to keep everyone separate. I was there backstage representing the EVPs when the show made its debut. I watched from a backstage monitor as Phill made his return, the Chicago crowd going crazy for him. I saw that spark in his eyes that was lost long ago, it killed me watching him perform. I was so proud of him, but also angry. We mutually agreed on a divorce despite still loving the other, he loved me more but it didn’t matter what he said or did I would always go back to the fight. I was mad that he made me leave. How hard was it to get along with everyone?  It took us several sessions to even be able to be in the same room as the other without screaming at eachother, constantly arguing, hating the other. 

***

As the weeks went on everything actually seemed to be going well. From my knowledge everyone had been getting along quite well despite what went on once collision went off the air. All In was soon approaching and things actually looked like they might be able to go back to normal but of course that would be a lie. I was informed about the fight with Perry right before we went on air for the PPV. In a way I found it funny, of course there was another fight, did he not learn his lesson the first time? Despite the fight it was too late to change the card as I heard cult of personality starting to play on the speakers. This time the fight was over a spot with real glass. It was a stupid fight but it was fine, Perry deserved it. I’m honestly surprised it didn’t happen before, the kid needed a reality check. Unfortunately this would be the last straw for Phill and it looked like this time he would get fired for his actions. Perry might have provoked the fight but Punk was the first to lay hands. On one hand I felt bad for Phill the other I found it pathetic and hilarious. Security was waiting for the match to be over, ready to escort Phill out of the building due to his actions. 

I stood next to them, Tony wanting me to talk to him about the situation. 

“Was it worth it?” I asked Phill as he entered the backstage area, successfully defending a title that wouldn't even matter in a few days.

“Who else can say they beat the shit out of Perry minutes before opening the biggest wrestling show of all time” Phill said with a soft laugh “And winning might I add”

“This isn’t funny” I told him “Why don’t you give a shit? Do you know how hard I had to work to not get you fired the first time? I built you your own god dam show and this is how you repay me?” I yelled 

“I don’t see the same person I loved when I look at you anymore.” I told him, not even caring that all of our co-workers were watching the whole scene unfold before their eyes. 

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry. I can’t change what happened between the two of us but if I could take it all back I would, I love you Y/n” He said in a soft tone as he tried to get closer to me, security holding him in place. 

I could see the crazy look in his eyes, it was the same look I saw during the brawl. “You don’t love me, if you loved me you wouldn't have started this shit in the first place. I don’t care how many times you beg for my forgiveness, you can’t take back what you said.” 

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry I hurt you” 

“I really wish things could have worked between us. I hate you. Get him out of here” and with that security escorted him out of the building. I could feel all the eyes on me, people in shock of what just happened.

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I Need a Big Boy

Nesta had been a fan of her city’s rugby team, The Velaris Fighters, for years, all because of one man: Cassian Smith, the team’s captain.

Tonight, she was finally going to show Cassian why she was his biggest fan.

A very short and smutty Nessian fic. Inspired by a few influential tiktoks featuring some very handsome and big rugby men in short shorts and tight jerseys that instantly made me think that Cassian would be an excellent rugby player. No other plot, just sexy vibes.

Word Count: 2600

Rating: E

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“Yes! Just like that! Just a little bit more, just like that - yes!”

Nesta threw her arms in the air and cheered along with the thousands of other people in the crowd as the Velaris Fighters scored five final points before the sirens that signaled the end of the game blasted through the air. Besides her, her friend Gwyn threw her arms around her neck in a hug, while their other friend Emerie blew into a bright blue plastic stadium horn.

“What a game!” Gwyn exclaimed, wiping the sweat off her forehead. “I thought for sure they wouldn’t be able to come back!”

“That was the best scrum of the season. How Rhys managed to hook the ball after the other team nearly had it -“

“And then Azriel managing to grab the ball when Rhys got tackled -“

“But we all know who was really responsible for their comeback win,” Emerie said with a wiggle of her eyebrows, eyeing Nesta. 

Nesta only hummed, too distracted by watching the man of the hour: Cassian Smith, front row prop and team captain of the Velaris Fighters. He had gone through two shirts over the course of the game to her delight, and had abandoned his latest shirt, choosing to go topless while he gave a media interview on the field.

She sighed wistfully, watching the overhead lights dance across his golden brown skin. This man was the only reason she got into rugby several years ago, when she saw an ad at a bus stop for the local rugby team with Cassian front and center. 

Luckily she found rugby genuinely interesting, and enjoyed going to the games. Even better, she got to ogle the most handsome man she had ever seen.

Cassian was a tall brick house of a man, nearly 6’5” of pure muscle. His upper body - shoulders, arms, back, even his neck - was a mess of highly developed muscles. Each rippling ab was defined, and his thighs were thicker than tree trunks. Most of his glorious body was covered in dark, swirling tattoos that contrasted against his golden brown skin. His shoulder length wavy hair was tied back in a messy ponytail and Nesta watched, enraptured, as he slowly took the ponytail out of his hair and raked his fingers through his sweaty locks. 

She licked her lips. It felt like a personal show, just for her. If all went according to plan, then she’d be putting on a show for him soon. 

“Come on, let’s go.” Gwyn bumped Nesta out of her daydream. Shaking herself, she gathered her bag and followed her friends out of the stands, joining the throng of people waiting to exit the stadium.

“You still going to go to the player’s entrance and try to get an autograph?” asked Gwyn.

“She’s going to try to get a lot more than that,” quipped Emerie.

“Be safe!” Gwyn said. “Let us know if you need a ride home or anything! Keep us updated -“

“She’s not going to have time to give us play by play updates when she’s getting railed -“

“OK, bye!” Nesta called, turning away from her laughing friends to walk towards the side player entrance where the players entered and exited the stadium. A small crowd had already assembled outside the doors, people anxiously waiting for a chance to see their favorite players.

Nesta forced her way up to the front railing separating the crowd from the door. She didn’t have to wait long - soon, players from both teams began filling out, some stopping to sign autographs. Craning her neck and standing on her tiptoes, Nesta kept her eyes trained on the door, hoping she didn’t miss him. 

Finally, the door swung open and Cassian emerged. He was even more beautiful up close: his hair was damp around his face, his form fitting t-shirt clung to his body and the fading sunlight highlighted his rugged face.

Nesta lost her breath as she watched Cassian briefly look around the crowd before his eyes met hers. He looked her up and down, head to toe, before sauntering over.

“That’s a great shirt you have on. Did it come pre-ripped like that?”

Nesta grinned. She was wearing a replica of one of his jerseys, with several rips along the shoulders and sides to mimic how his uniform often looked after a particularly rough game. She had also cut a deep V-neck into the shirt to show off her impressive cleavage. 

“No, I had to cut it myself. Wanted it to look more like the real thing.”

Cassian gave her a one sided grin. “Like the rest of my jerseys, it would look better shredded on the ground.”

Nesta snorted, dragging her eyes down his toned chest and lingering on the junction on his thick jean covered thighs. She lazily brought her gaze back to Cassian’s face, noting the slight blush grazing his cheeks. 

“This shirt has a lot of sentimental value to me, so I don’t think I’d be willing to risk having it destroyed. I think I’ll keep this one… unless you can give me something special in return.”

She could have sworn she saw him shudder. “I can think of a few things I could give you,” he said huskily. “How about you come back to the team locker room with me? I can give you a personalized jersey, a private tour of the facilities…”

“That’s so generous of you,” Nesta purred. “I think I’d be more interested in a private tour of you , though.”

Cassian cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure you can take that? Most people can’t quite handle… all of me, like that.”

Nesta stared up at him and licked her lips. “How about we go somewhere private and I can prove to you that I’m more than capable of handling a big boy like yourself?” she shot back.

He smiled. “That can be arranged. Come on.” He single-handedly moved the heavy metal barrier out of the way, letting Nesta slip through. “My friend and I are going to the locker rooms,” he told the security guard at the door. The man nodded lazily, letting them back inside the building. 

He quickly led them to the back of the stadium and into a large locker room. It was much nicer than Nesta expected - each player had their own personalized locker lined around the room, with a wide, wooden sitting bench in front of each cubby.

Cassian spun her out of her observations and took her face in his hands for a claiming kiss. Nesta sighed as his tongue swept inside her mouth. He broke away from her suddenly, a cocky grin on his face.

“How long were you waiting outside?” Cassian asked, sitting down in front of his locker and spreading his legs.

“Not long,” Nesta shrugged, her lips still tingling from his intense kiss. “I’m your biggest fan, so I was willing to wait a while for you.”

He smirked. “My biggest fan, huh? What else are you willing to do for me?”

Nesta hummed, then went to her knees between his spread thighs. “If you take your pants off I can show you.”

Cassian grinned, standing up to his full height so he towered above her. “I’ve already worked so hard today - how about you put in a little work and show me how much my biggest fan truly appreciates me.”

Grinning, Nesta reached up and undid the button of his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. A considerable bulge had already formed between his thighs, and it only grew larger as her deft hands dragged Cassian’s skin tight pants down his legs. She took her time undressing him, letting her hands wander over the hard muscles in his quads and hamstrings and calves. He kicked his pants away when they bunched around his ankles. 

“My, my,” Nesta murmured appreciatively, staring at the outline of his cock straining against his underwear. “What a big cock you have. I can’t wait to see it dripping for me.” She pressed a series of delicate kisses along his clothed cock, kissing up his shaft. Cassian’s abs and legs tensed in anticipation as Nesta’s mouth drew nearer and nearer to his tip.

“I can’t wait to see it stuffed down your throat,” he gritted, tearing off his shirt and tossing it by his discarded jeans. “You’ll do that for me, right? Take my fat cock down your throat? Prove to me that you really are my biggest fan?”

“Anything,” Nesta said, lightly sucking the fat head of him through his underwear. She tasted a bit of his salty precome and had to close her eyes as her desire nearly toppled her, Cassian’s deep groan reverberating through her entire body. Her center throbbed and Nesta felt wetness gathering in her underwear. 

She was tired of teasing him. Yanking down his underwear, Nesta lightly pushed Cassian back so he sat down heavily on the wooden bench in front of his locker and spread his legs. She groaned. His cock was long and thick and heavy, leaning towards his stomach. Nesta took him in her small hand and gave him a few pumps.

“You did such a good job today,” Nesta said. “Let me show you what you deserve.” She dragged the flat of her tongue up from the base of his cock to his tip, then took his head into her mouth and sucked. 

Cassian groaned as Nesta bobbed her head over his dick. A thrill went through her. She was really doing this. She had flirted and teased the most handsome man she had ever seen, whom she’d been lusting over for ages, and now she was sucking his cock with more determination than anything she’d ever done in her life. Nesta had reduced one of the strongest men she’d ever seen to his knees with a few licks of her tongue, and she’d never felt stronger in her life.

Her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth - his was the largest cock she’d ever sucked, and she briefly wondered if she would have to eat her earlier words of proving she could handle someone as large as him. Nesta took half of his length in her mouth and sucked hard. 

“Fuck Nesta, you’re so fucking good at this.” A large hand pressed against the back of her head, forcing her down on his cock. “Just like that, I know you can take all of me.”

Eyes watering, Nesta relaxed her throat as much as she could as Cassian gently pressed her head down until her nose met the wiry curls between his legs. Breathing through her nose, she looked up at Cassian.

“You’re so fucking pretty right now,” he moaned, watching her struggle to keep his length within her throat. “Didn’t think seeing you cry while you take my cock would be so hot but fuck, it is.”

Nesta’s pussy throbbed at the praise. A few tears gathered in her eyelashes and she blinked up at Cassian, begging him for anything: to let her move her head, to continue praising her, to touch her, anything.

He seemed to understand how desperate she was. Guiding her off his length, Cassian pulled Nesta up and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue tangling with hers, Nesta relaxed in his arms and against his body. His big hands made quick work of her underwear and jean shorts before he trailed his fingers longingly over the rips and tears of her shirt. 

“I really want to tear this off you - it’s already ripped, it’d take so little for me to destroy it.”

“Don’t you dare!” Nesta snapped. “I told you, this shirt is special to me!”

“I can get you a dozen just like it.”

“Are you going to argue with me about a shirt or are you going to fuck me?”

Cassian shrugged. “Have it your way.” Bending down, he grabbed Nesta under her ass and lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the wall so her back was against the surface.

Nesta gasped. It was hot, his casual display of strength. She felt the tip of his cock brush her soaking folds and she shifted her hips, trying to bring him even closer to her.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Cassian hissed. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet?”

“And watching you play,” Nesta admitted, a slight blush staining her cheeks.

“You poor thing,” he crooned, shifting his arms so Nesta’s legs settled in the crook of his elbows, “you’re been a desperate, wet mess for hours, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” Nesta gasped. “I’ve been so desperate for you! Please, fuck me!”

“So needy you’ll let me fuck your pussy raw, hm?” Cassian mumbled, leaning down to kiss her as he pushed his length into her tight cunt. 

Nesta sighed, gripping Cassian’s huge biceps as he worked himself into her. She slumped down a bit against the wall, securely held by Cassian’s hands under her ass and his arms supporting her legs.

“How lucky I am, for my biggest fan to have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt,” he said, withdrawing then pushing back into her. “Like you were made for me.”

She smirked at him. “Told you I could take it.”

Leaning her head against the wall, Nesta lost herself with the feel of Cassian’s big, strong body around her and his thick cock pistoning within her. He hit places she’d never felt before, and she knew she’d never be able to take anything except his glorious length.

The only sounds filling the locker room were their moans and the wet slap of his cock slamming into her pussy. Nesta felt herself getting even wetter the rougher he got. Reaching down, she furiously circled her clit. 

“You feel so good,” Nesta gasped. “So perfect.”

“And you’re such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this,” Cassian groaned. 

Nesta looked up at him with wide eyes. “Since I’m your biggest fan, I’ll let you come in me. Just for you.”

Cassian cursed. “You want me to come in you?”

“Yeah, want you to fill me up.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he moaned, thrusting so hard and deep inside her Nesta knew she’d be sore later. It was wonderful and everything she’d ever wanted. 

“Cass, yes, right there!” She gave her clit one final brutal rub and she was coming, quaking in Cassian’s strong arms as he chased his own release.

“Fuck Nes,” Cassian groaned, emptying himself within her tight cunt. He gave her a few more weak thrusts before he stopped, resting his head in the hollow of her throat. Giving her a quick peck on the lips, he withdrew his cock from her body. 

“I was worried you were actually going to destroy my shirt, you big oaf,” Nesta said as Cassian carefully set her down on shaky legs. 

“I’d never destroy the first jersey I ever gave you,” he replied, gathering their clothes. “I know how much you love that thing.”

“Not as much as I love you,” Nesta said, leaning up to kiss him. 

“I love you too. I don’t want to kink shame you, but when you asked me to roleplay with you as my biggest fan for some dirty locker room sex -“

“Oh, don’t say you weren’t into it right away!”

“I just thought it was a bit weird, considering my girlfriend should already be my biggest fan. Do you know the logistics I had to figure out to make sure we’d have the locker room to ourselves?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “This just means you have a pretty big leeway for what you want the next time we roleplay.”

“Oh I’ve already decided what I want. Maybe some sweaty post-workout sex, with leathers and chains, stuff like that.”

Nesta grinned. “I can’t wait.”

[hugheses]

Wish my life was as organised as your blog 🥲

Hope this isn’t a dumb question but I’m kind of new to the world of JH and I’ve only seen bits a pieces of interviews or media etc out of order. He seemed like such a happy little soul when he was younger (usntp, etc) - do you think he has changed much as he’s gotten older/ dealt with press, injuries, criticism, etc etc or is it just growing up? Not saying he seems UNhappier necessarily or to discount his achievements but people change a lot in their early twenties and obvs he has now had to deal with the kind of challenges and disappointments that (I presume) he never had to as a child/pre-draft.

Curious to hear your thoughts! ❤️

well first of all my life is not as organized as this blog is either 😭😭

to me i think what makes jack such an interesting figure to psychoanalyze is that he’s so contradictory. he loves the spotlight and yet is embarrassed when he’s too enthusiastic or emotional (luke’s draft, the arviddson thing, etc) and hates doing media scrums. he hated his rookie year and yet still thought he was “the man”. not to get all annoying former gifted kid but i think there are real comparisons to be made there. like this was a child prodigy who was so confident and so cocky, and then hit the nhl and struggled hard, without the supports and scaffolding he’d had his entire life. something particularly unique about jack is that unlike most elite hockey players, he never billeted anywhere or went to boarding school or anything until he played for the devils. their family up and moved to michigan for him. (there were other circumstances also lol) of course he had struggles before, but he also always had his mom and of course his brothers that he’s extremely close to right there with him. obviously the difficulty and physicality of the nhl was a huge whack in the face for him, but so was adjusting to like, real life, alone. so i think he has definitely changed but even in saying that, he has maintained sort of an almost delusional level of self confidence even when things were going horribly, as seen in this espn feature. i also really like this article about his rookie year because it includes quotes from people who know him.

i think really i would say that everything he's been through, and growing up generally, has hardened him. i don't think he's depressed and miserable all of the time but yeah, he's not the same starry eyed 18 year old who was pointing everywhere at his draft. but i do think you see that "old jack" come out sometimes when he's being luke's big brother, or talking to a reporter he's comfortable with, or interacting with kids. he keeps his cards much closer to his chest now but we get little bits here and there. i am curious to see if we will get to hear at all about how his injury/surgery impacted him, bc historically he hasn't wanted to talk about that stuff but i so love to study him in my lab. and yet he resists vulnerability because he doesn't support women's hobbies.

[captainlondonman]

Work surprise

The boss told me to go and look for Mike in the other department as I would be working alongside him for the next few weeks. He was a new guy in the company and I hadn’t yet seen him. I walked into his office and liked what I saw. He was over 6 foot stocky built, more like a scrum half, in suit, white shirt and tie. His had a number one and was clean shaven.

Come in and sit he said. His voice was at once masterful and yet kind. He seemed an easy bloke to get on with. As he stood up to shake my hand, I couldn’t help but try and see if there was a bulge in his trousers, as I could feel my own bulge getting bigger. I could see nothing due to the dark fabric but did not feel disappointed as he firmly shook my hand.

I hope we get on as there’s plenty of work to do over the next few weeks. There won’t be much time for breaks and I hope you don’t mind putting in a few extra hours. May put paid to your social life.

Sure I said, I can manage for a while.

He was right, there wasn’t much time off, but I didn’t mind as the work was interesting and he was there showing interest. A really good bloke.

 About 8 one night when I was finishing up Mike suggested we go out for a quick drink which I jumped at. It would be good to be seen with him and get to know him a bit better.

I only live round the corner, why not come back for a drink and I’ll see if there’s anything for a meal.

The flat was pleasant and everything is good order, nothing to indicate how this man lived or what he did in his spare time. As he handed me a beer he said.

So what do you do in your spare time.

Oh, the usual, pubs and clubs, out with my mates, a bit of footie at the weekend.

I had been wanting to ask him a question and thought now, in his home was the best time.

I see you have a number 1. Just wonder why, as I can see you have a really good head of hair and no bald patches.

You noticed did you. Well, this is it long, I usually have it fully shaved, especially for holidays and the weekends.

Why. I said feeling a bit stupid

I think you know, Mike said, when I’m away from the office I’m a skin.

Christ, have you got all the gear, the Rangers, bleachers, braces, Fred Perry…

You seem to know what’s what.

Well, when you see a skinhead, you can’t help but look at them. They command respect and look like real tough blokes.

Too right. When I get home I usually like to get into my skin gear, makes me feel completely different from the nice bloke at work. I feel dominant, rough, and tough and thirsty for real action.

I ain’t surprised, from what I’ve seen of skins.

Why don’t you have another beer, Mike said, I need to go for a crap. Back in a minute.

He went up the hall and I heard the door close. Good God, Mike a skin. I couldn’t believe it. He seemed such a decent bloke at work. I sat there thinking of him in his skin gear and just couldn’t get the picture but just thinking made my cock start to stir. The more I thought the more my cock got erect till it was rigid. It was feeling tight in my underpants, so I leant back in the chair to adjust it and it sprang out in my trousers making a large bulge. It was a good cock and many a mouth had gagged on it. By this time I was feeling really randy and still lying back started to massage my dick in my trousers.

Playing with that fucking dick of yours, I heard a voice suddenly bark out behind me.

I spun round to see a skin in full gear standing in the doorway.

I could scarcely believe that it was Mike. His head was fully shaved and gleaming making him look mean and aggressive. He was wearing 21 hole Ranger boots with red laces, a red Fred Perry tee shirt, black braces, a black mac1 jacket and skin tight bleachers set high into his crotch. He was hung like a bloody donkey. I couldn’t take my eyes of the long bulge tight down his leg and could see his large cut head even in his denim. One arm was stretched up the door frame and I could see a rolled up white sock clenched in his fist. The other hand was on his hip and as I stared at his crotch so his hand moved between his groin to grab his balls and then move down his long shaft. He had to be erect it was so bloody big.

What are you fucking looking at, Mike hissed. He had changed character and was now a real aggro skin. You said skins commanded respect so its time you gave some. Having a good look at my crotch are you. Well its all my fucking dick, thick and fucking big.

He came over and grabbed me by shirt, pulling me sharply and throwing me against the wall, my head bouncing off it. He was right up in front of my pressing his body against me staring into my face.

Smell this, a real cheesy skin sock, ramming it into my face. As I opened my mouth he thrust the sock in gagging me. I choked but the smell was great. It was really cheesy and I knew Mike had obviously had it on for days. As he pushed up my chin to make me clench the sock. His knee came sharply up into my crotch. It was fucking sore. Mike just smiled.

His knee came up again and started rubbing against my crotch.

You fucking love this, don’t you. That cock of yours is nice and fucking hard. Not a bad piece of meat. You love being done over by a skin. Yeah, respect you said.

He took the sock out, and I gasped for air.

Get down on your knees boy, now, he shouted.

As I sank down with his strong hand forcing me, I was level with the crotch.

You fucking like what you see, Mike said as his hand rubbed his massive dick through the denim. Time you saw what it looks like.

He ripped open the flies and putting his hand way down his bleachers, pulled out his erect dick. It was at least 9 inches and bloody thick with a gleaming head.

I ain’t had a piss for ages and I feel like it now and that mouth of yours is going to be the bog. Got it?

He took his cock in his hand sliding it up and down the shaft a few times, then moved forward and slapped it against my face.

You fucking like that, dirty boy.

Then standing back he grabbed my head forcing it back.

Open that mouth of yours, I can feel my piss coming, fucking gallons of it and your’e gonna swallow the lot. I said open that mouth piss boy.

I did as I was told and Mike aimed his cock straight at my mouth.

It’s coming boy, its coming.

And with that the pee starting slowly arching into my open mouth. It bloody well stung as it hit the back of my throat with force and I gagged.

Fucking swallow boy.

I couldn’t hold back I had to start swallowing. The pressure of his piss was getting stronger as I started. It stung at first but just seeing that massive cock piss so hard, I wanted to take it all. I gulped and gulped but not quick enough to take the full stream and could feel the piss running down my shirt, soaking the front and down into my trousers. There seemed piss everywhere, down my throat down my shirt, down my trousers until I could feel my underpants wet.

Fucking drink it piss boy he shouted.

I clutched my cock through the wet trousers rubbing the shaft. The piss was so good and seeing it spraying out of his dick was a turn on, making me so fucking randy.

As the piss stream came to a stop Mike moved forward.

Now you can lick the remaining piss and get my dick down that throat of yours. I want to feel my prick right down the back of your throat so you are gagging with my big cock.

I licked the head tasting the final drops of piss, but he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it right down the length of his cock. I gagged, but feeling his huge piece of meat down my throat was so fucking good.

That’s right let me face fuck you. Take the whole bloody lot, you love dick, that mouth of yours has had a few. Go one suck me, fucking suck me.

He continued grabbing my head and moving it up and down the shaft,his cock going further and further down my throat. His dick was fucking great.

You’re a great sucker, boy. You really love my prick. Christ, I’m gonna cum in a minute, go on suck hard.

I couldn’t wait any longer. While sucking his cock, I unzipped my trousers and took out my rock hard dick, wet with Mike’s piss and started to wank. The harder I wanked the harder I sucked.

Shit I’m coming, boy, suck that dick, I’m coming, get it down your throat so you can feel my spunk. Yeah, now, shit man.

With that he erupted his load of cum down my throat, he couldn’t stop It went down my throat and out through my mouth running down my chin. It was fucking great. My own cock was ready to cum and while I licked and licked so I came, cum spurting out over the floor.

Lick that spunk boy. Mike’s hand, pushed the spunk on my chin and up into my mouth, poking two finger down the back of my throat. Go on lick my fingers take all my spunk. I licked the fingers dry.

Well that’s made a mess of you. All your office gear covered in my piss eh. Better get out of it and into something else. I haven’t finished yet.

He yanked my shirt off, pulled me up and slid my trousers down. I was standing naked in front of him.

Not a bad body you’ve got there, good sized fat dick too. It would look a hell of a lot better in some other gear. I’ve set it out in the bedroom, so go and put it on and get back here quick then I’ll finish your clothing off with something else I’ve got.

I walked in his bedroom and lying neatly on the bed was full skin gear. It was what I’d always wanted. I’d seen all these skins and always wanted to look like one but never had the courage. Now Mike was letting me be what I really wanted. I put on the black Fred Perry, it was a perfect fit really tight to my chest, then the long white socks, then the bleachers. As I put them on I saw there was a good size hole in the seam at the arse. Fucking great I thought. Red braces and then 21 hole brown DMs. It was as if they were made for me. The bleachers were tight and I could feel with the braces, the seam tight in the crotch under my balls. My balls and stiffening cock were forced down the leg, making a large packet. Not as big as Mike’s but you could see very inch clearly pushing out from the tight denim. Shit this felt bloody fantastic even with short hair and no skinhead.

Get through here, Mike shouted, I told you we hadn’t finished.

I walked through.

That’s fucking better. Christ you also think so judging by that cock of yours. But you ain’t a true skin with that hair of yours. No, I ain’t shaving it off but you’ll wear this. He took out a full leather hood.

Bend your head down, I don’t want to see a bloke in skin gear with hair so get this on. He opened the laces at the back and brought the hood over my face. It had eyelets, and opening for the mouth. I could smell the strong odour of leather up my nostrils as he tightened the laces at the back.

I’m gonna make this nice and tight so its part of your skin and you can breathe the leather.

Right head up, that’s better you look like a skin with a hood, and look fucking good. Stand up straight and spread your legs apart.

As did as commanded Mike put on a tight pair of black rubber gloves.

You’ll fucking love this boy.

He stood in front of me and with one rubbered glove hand grabbed my shoulders and with the other he moved round my back to my arse. Suddenly I felt the rubber against my warm flesh, the hole in the jeans. His finger found my hole and I felt a finger pushing its way moving around inside, the rubber was good.

You like that don’t you boy. That’s right stick that nice arse of yours out and turn round. Bend down but keep those legs apart. I suddenly winced as a second finger went in pushing up high and making my cock spring to action. Christ I loved it. Then the third finger pushing back my crack making it larger. Smell that, I took in a deep inhale and felt the smell of poppers mixed with leather right up my nose. My arse relaxed, I wanted more.

Get another finger up there please.

Don’t worry you’ll get the whole fucking fist. That arse of yours I want opened right up so you can take my cock. You see it’s big and I want you to feel it going the whole fucking way up.  

I felt the 4th finger go and my arse opening expanding. The finger moved around inside my arse the rubber against my skin felt great. My cock was straining inside my denims, my balls wanted to explode as I kept thrusting my arse out into his fist. Mike’s other hand came round my waist and felt my bulging pouch, giving it a good rub.

You fucking love this, my rubber fingers up your arse and that hood on breathing in the leather. That cock of yours is fucking hard. You love this hand inside these bleachers, up your arse and still is full skin kit.

He wasn’t joking, it was fucking great.

He started to take his fingers out one by one leaving my arse feeling empty and then he stuck the rubbered hand at my nostrils, smearing it across the hood.

Like the smell of your arse boy, go on breathe it in. Bet you like that mix of arse and leather. Its time you had my cock up that arse. I want you to see me fucking you in your kit. See two skins locked together me with that big dick right up your arse.

He shoved me to the bedroom in front of a full height mirror.

Face that boy, see yourself in skin kit with that leather hood on. Christ you look like a good fucking skin boy. That cock of yours is rock hard. Look at the fucking bulge its making in your bleachers.

He stood behind me and I could sense him taking out his dick. He spit into his hands and started rubbing it over his prick.

You don’t need gel now, boy, a bit of spit is all as that arse of yours is wide open and ready.

He squeezed my bum then with one hand sharply pushed my head bending me over. His hand came down hard on my arse, not once or twice but several times each time giving a searing pain then he would squeeze the cheeks.

That’ll warm you up boy.

Again he spat gob onto his cock and rubbed it in.

Right boy arch that arse out, I’m ready, and with that I could feel his cock at the ripped hole in my bleachers, seeking out my arsehole. He found the crack quickly.

With all his hand work on my arse, the hole was ready. I moved my arse back and felt his massive dick sliding up. It was ripping my hole with its width but my arse wanted it and I edged back so it slid right up to the hilt. It felt great. I looked in the mirror and could see my skin clad body pinned to Mike, him standing behind me tight against my body looking totally in control, his helmet of a head against my leather hood, our booted legs together. He started to move back and I could feel his dick sliding back out almost to the tip then he rammed it back with full force. Shit, I loved it. His hands came round my chest and while pulling me even closer to him, he started to work on my tits, not massaging but nipping and pulling. It hurt but the more he pulled at my tits the bigger the nipples swelled and the more I wanted. I started moving my arse up and down his shaft taking in the full length. I wanted to be fucked and fucked while he worked my tits. Two skins together, one being fucked senseless by the other and being fucked in full gear.

You fucking love sliding up and down on my fat dick don’t you skin boy. That’s right take the whole fucking dick up that arse of yours. You love being fucked rigid don’t you. My prick right up in your skin gear through that hole in your bleachers. Go on look at us me with my huge cock thrusting it up that arse of yours, my hands working on those tits, your hooded head thrust back is pain and loving every fucking second. Take this cock skin boy, fucking ride it.

I felt it right up to the top almost splitting me but I wanted more forcing my arse tight back against his cock, my hands round his hips pushing him further and further into me.

Fuck me you skin, let me have that fucking big cock of yours, yeah fuck me hard skin man. Squeeze my tits harder, let me feel the pain while you ride me. I wanna be a fucking skin. Give to me.

I could see myself in the mirror, Mike’s hands on my tits, me thrusting up and down his shaft, my cock fucking stiff and bulging against my bleachers, it looked huge and there was a precum stain filling out on the denim. My balls were aching with the cum wanting to get out.

Fuck me you skin, fuck me hard, I yelled, I’m ready to cum you filthy skin, ram your dick home and spurt your cum right up my arse.

That’s right boy, talk like a skin, take this and this, my cock up you, skin boy, I’m ready you fucking skin, you gonna get all my spunk up now. Yeah, yeah,

And with that he exploded his cum up my arse, the arms round my waist forcing me even closer to him pummelling my arse with his dick. I could feel his spunk surging up my arse warm and wet. Christ it was fucking fantastic. As he gave a final thrust, I felt my cock erupt in my bleachers, my spunk running down the inside leg. It felt like gallons pouring inside the denim and I could see the cum stain getting bigger and bigger spreading out down and across, down to the top of my DMs, spunk seeping through the denim, my cock pulsating with cum, the huge bulge down my leg now fully covered in spunk.

 The next day when I went into work I reported to Mike.

Had a good night, he asked

Yeah great, I replied.

Well I’ve spoken to the boss and asked that you work for me full time now and the first thing you can do is get out at lunchtime and get your hair cropped to at least a number 1. Better for after work.

[littlestsnicket]

TIL that photographing journal pages is a lot harder than i suspected and the lighting at my office is particularly garbage for it.

anyway, i was talking to @kuwdora about trying to harness all of the productivity skills one picks up to put processes in place to allow yourself to be more creative, so i made a commitment to experiment with using my scrum master skills into making it easier to finish this fic.

the first task was to decide on a backlog management tool. my primary concerns were portability and that i like tactile things, so i went back to basics and decided against using a backlog management tool at all. so now my backlog lives in my bullet journal.

more scrum related rambling under the cut:

in my professional opinion, the point of scrum is to make (and deliver on) clearly defined commitments. i’m still working through how much commitment making i want to do, because writing is a hobby and i don’t want it to feel like a job, but it’s also a hobby that i want to get better at and make easier for myself to still do when i’m tried or have decision paralysis or whatever else stops me from writing. we’ll see how it goes.

if nothing else, just going through the exercise of making a backlog was helpful. since i usually write such short things, i don’t have a lot of coping mechanisms for dealing with a 35 page google doc and the start at the beginning and hope you get to an interesting note or piece of beta reading feedback was getting daunting and unproductive.

now that i have provided some introduction, i’ll move on to an abbreviated team charter, since team is just me (and maybe @soymimikyu, my beta reader, but mostly just me).

mission statement: discover and use effective processes to write more and finish the fucking fic!

scrum rituals:

sprint: i’m going to try single week sprints starting/ending on wednesdays. i think making smaller commitments for a shorter period of time is going to work better for me, but i can come back to this if i change my mind.

daily standup: i was initially thinking, no i’m not doing that, but i’m going make a commitment to look at the sprint board at least once a day

refining: i don’t think i need dedicated time for this. if i try using scrum for something that has more undefined scope this might be useful, but i don’t expect that i will add anything to the backlog (just break down some of the stuff under needs refining into smaller pieces)

retro: i do want to set aside some time on wednesdays to reflect and see if this is working from a process perspective

review/planning: usually those don’t really go together, but i think they should. this gets glossed over a lot in practice (in my experience) but the purpose of a sprint review is to update the backlog based on stakeholder feedback, and given the lack of stakeholders outside of myself and my beta reader, update the backlog and make a new commitment for next sprint do naturally go together.

we can skip the conflict resolution bit too. (conflict resolution is that it’s my fic and soymimiku’s opinions about parentheticals are silly.)

i think that’s enough defining to get started. i’m a huge process nerd so i’m kind of excited about this. we’ll see if it works!

[rainbowsky]

Hi 🌈☁️

I am happy to see GG getting enough rest and able to stroll around Italy freely without any public interference. He or DD will not have this much privacy and freedom in China.

My question is why can’t the Chinese govt or police do anything about celebrity stalkers and crazy paparazzis?

Hi Anon 😊

A couple things come to mind with this question.

First of all, GG is in a foreign country where he's almost entirely unknown by the public. Of course he's going to be able to wander around freely and relatively unbothered. In China it's a completely different story. He is much more well known there, and his face is plastered everywhere. He has many millions of fans there, plus countless others who would recognize him if they saw him.

Second, I would challenge the idea that the Chinese government isn't doing anything about these fans. A significant part of the Chinese government's mandate lately has been to try to quell fan culture. Of course, their motivations are primarily self-centered rather than an interest in protecting stars, but it's something they're focused on.

Stalker fans are also frequently charged and or sued for their behavior, but it is a complicated problem. Many of these fans are underage, so there are limits to what can be done to curtail their behavior. They do not face the same charges and consequences as adults doing the same things would face.

There's also the fact that there are a lot of regular fans and fansites who follow artists around and take pictures of them. In that scrum outside of the Tod's store in Milan, for example, there were multiple fansites and bystander fans present. Reining in the behavior of stalker fans while still ensuring legitimate fan activity isn't interfered with would not be an easy task.

Who decides who is a legitimate fan and who is a stalker fan? Can you think of any potential negative consequences of putting that choice into the hands of the government and the authorities?

Another issue is the fact that there's so much money to be made by stalking stars. This is something that we as fans should be conscious of. I regularly see turtles and other fans sharing and talking about material that was obviously obtained by these creeps, so fans are often talking out of both sides of their mouth when they say that they hate the fact that GG and DD are being hounded, while at the same time getting excited about photos and information that were obtained through that behavior.

And let's not forget all the fans in Italy and Europe who were extremely excited to head out to the airport in Milan even after everything that happened in Beijing just hours before. And people went to great lengths to see him at the store and at the fashion shows as well. His fans organized very heavily to make those things happen. This all contributes to the masses around him, and there's a very fine line. Who wouldn't want a chance to see him in person? At the same time, is it a good idea for everyone to be there?

There are definite public order concerns that should probably be addressed more comprehensively, but the handling of all that isn't entirely centralized. Just like every other country in the world, China has many different levels of government and many different agencies and representatives responsible for such things.

And when it comes to a country like China that has a very authoritarian government, it's difficult to wish for there to be more government involvement in policing fan culture and fan behavior.

Of course I and many others believe that more can and should be done, particularly in airports, but we need to acknowledge how complicated the problem is.

All of that aside, I think is the idea that GG and DD can't go out and do normal things is actually pretty obviously untrue. They have both been sighted/photographed out and about in Beijing for example (separately), shopping and doing their own thing without being hassled. GG spent an entire day hanging around Universal Studios not that long ago and wasn't bothered at all.

The airport fiasco was unfortunate, and there have been a couple of other recent situations where things got out of hand, but I don't think it's helpful to take examples like that and let our minds get carried away into assuming that's how it is every time they go anywhere. It's simply not true.

There are risks and sacrifices that come with being famous, and that's something we have to accept. It's understandable that seeing GG wander around somewhere he isn't famous would make us feel sadness for the much freer life he has in Italy vs. the one he lives back home where he's outrageously famous, but I don't think it's worth spending too much time worrying about.

GG and DD have been doing a very good job of taking care of themselves and looking out for their privacy, safety and security, and I trust them to continue to do so.

On this subject - @potteresque-ire wrote an interesting and detailed post a while back about Chinese paparazzi that is a must-read.

[weirdlet]

Due to changing schedules, we're going to be wrapping up this campaign in a condensed fashion over the next few weeks. Our mage's player is out for work, so his character is off leading other teams against other giants, while we take on the Fire Giant king, intending to take down the dragon's worshippers before setting ourselves against a near-godlike Ancient Red.

So we're teleported to the basalt doors of the volcanic palace of the fire giant king. Trinidad kicks them open, and then we slink in to what seems like an initially deserted hall. There's fire-resistant tapestries all about, and Glory and Alain sneak in ahead to try and scout it out.

Turns out there's a guards room behind one of the curtains, and Glory slips in behind the curtain and asks 'hey- whatcha looking for?' in classic Bugs Bunny fashion, only to drive the fire giant guardsman out into the hallway, where he is ganked before he can make much noise. Up the halls, we start encountering ettins, and take out one before seeing at the far end of the hall that there's the king upon his obsidian throne.

Glory slips behind another curtain, finds himself suddenly underfoot of a fire giant servant holding a massive serving platter, followed by a guard, and lies his ass off. "I'm so sorry I'm late, I'm tonight's entertainment, I'll just be over here behind the curtain, waiting for my cue-"

Panache is a wonderful thing. The servant sweeps on, the guard walks past- and Glory hamstrings him on his way to attach the rest of the party.

Things are getting wild- as more guards converge, the king disappears, the alarm goes up, and there's not just fire giants, but gnolls and hellhounds being led by a chain devil start showing up. Glory flies up in the air after slaying one guard- only to almost get smashed down again by the sword of another, before he can fly away from being swatted like a fly. After that he uses his one application of Burning Hands to plow through a line of the only thing not flat-out immune to fire damage around here- the gnoll pack. They want to break and run, but they're more afraid of the giants than they are of us-

The hellhounds get off their leashes and rampage amongst us, burning off the last of the gnolls around Maeve the Paladin and Trinidad the barbarian. Alain keeps picking at things from the shadows with his psychic daggers, while Glory keeps smashing into giants' faces and flying away before they can hit him again. I was mistaken about the master of the hellhounds being a chain devil, he was just a regular fire giant, but he got up into the scrum too, howling about us having killed his favorite dogs.

The hall of this volcanic palace is lined with pillars, that are actual, literal lava tubes- the keeper swings his sword through one of them, covering his blade in magma, and throws himself and it at us. Glory keeps diving at him, still stabbing at him every chance he gets, but he's furious-

I've been rolling 18s all night. Alain had a brief stint of decent luck, and then went back to his usual 2's and 1's- until I say that's bullshit and give him my last inspiration point, whereupon he pins the Houndkeeper through the eye with a lance of psychic energy.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The servants have mostly fled after having thrown their trays at us. But way over yonder in the hall- there is a fire giant wielding two enormous iron tower shields like the wings of some ungodly bat, and he's coming at us like a very determined glacier.

Trinidad winds up and aims with a javelin all the way down the hall. It flies like a thunderbolt-!

-and plinks off the sheltering shields. The dreadnought then looks at us, slams the shields against the ground, and fires off a salvo of iron spikes at us. Obviously, this is Not On. Two rounds of that, and he finally shouts that the throne room of King Snurre is sacred, and we should flee for our lives, oh ye unfaithful.

Runs at us.

Through the patch of ballbearings that Glory had laid in the path for someone else.

KA-BANG!!!!!

Sliiiides to a stop in a shower of creaking bolts and shrieking armor in the middle of a circle-gank led by Paladin Maeve with a third-level SMITE. And another SMITE. And a Barbarian RAGE, and finally Alain the revenant brought back for justice gets at him with his psychic knives and there is just so much cronching and creaking and screaming metal and it is so, so unpretty, folks, I shudder to think-

Haha, no, this is great!

The hall is quiet for the moment, with noises in the distance telling us there's more fight to be had, but we take a moment to breathe and look around ourselves and figure out that the most likely path of the king is the secret passage from behind the throne.

The passage deadends, but we find three levers- one for a northern door, a southern door, and the one we just came from. If pulled in the wrong order, they'll set off some kind of gas-trap. Trinidad punches through the northern door. Behind that is a cavern with a lumpen Fomorian, ready to thwack us with a club. Despite being bolstered by our holy companion, the magical giant gives Trinidad the evil-eye and curses him. Not being one of the fullplate-wearing giants, though, he's pretty squishy- and behind him is a flight of stairs leading to a massive treasure room, clearly the rewards intended for a triumphant band.

Were we younger and more callow, there would be time for rolling around in money like Scrooge McDuck, but the southern door beckons. There's the distant sounds of belling hellhounds, but as Trinidad knocks down the doors we get blasted full in the face with six different gouts of hellfire.

Glory feels like he's standing in a warm breeze, and then wrinkles his nose and yells about them mussing up his hair. Everyone else has evasion, good saves, and our friendly neighborhood paladin by their side, so we're mostly good. Through the door, the pack of hellhounds is guarding a giants' royally fancy bedroom, and a giant and giantess flee from it out the other way and slam the door behind them in the escape tunnel.

Trinidad and Maeve are in the thick of it with the hounds. Glory zips in over their heads and casually slices one of the hounds out of existence (nat 20 and 8d6 of sneak attack damage, doubled). Alain teleports ahead of us, and between the two of them Trinidad and Maeve have little trouble with the hounds- especially with Trinidad's crackling electrical aura!

On down the hall. The royal couple have still more fire giant bodyguards, set to bar our path. They're big and scary- but they're also big enough to get in each others' way, and that gives us the advantage.

Right up until Glory fumbles an attack- he drops his rapier between the two, and on his next move dives to retrieve it- only somehow Acrobatics is like one of my least-pumped skills that I don't have a negative in, so he has to duck an attack of opportunity and just barely misses getting a wing nicked, grabbing his sword and rolling back along the ground to get clear of the melee. Thankfully the rest of his companions have cleared out the hellhounds, and he gets the chance to get back in the air and keep being literally the most irritating gadfly that ever stabbed a giant's face.

Then a lucky backswing by the one remaining guard just about cleaves our paladin in half- Glory dives and feeds her his best healing potion, then turns around to distract the giant while her bones knit back together, hissing like a cat.

Maeve gets back on her feet, and absolutely destroys the last guard with her frosty longsword.

What's left now, is to find the king and his queen. Alain sweet-talks the lock with knowledge from a past life, and gets us past the door into the final saferoom- or at least, the passageway to the final saferoom. Alain shouts 'cowards!!' at the hiding royals, but it doesn't make much of an impression on them. They keep running- and it turns out the final saferoom is actually a passageway back out to the great hall where we first came in. But we're catching up- the king's in fullplate, the queen in enchanted robes, and we didn't come this far to leave without ending the threat.

The king throws a fireball, but Trinidad bowls right past it, undeterred. Glory divebombs the king, slashing and running, while Mave heals herself further and runs to catch up with the pack.

The queen summons.... weasels. The weasels cannot quite manage to get past the heavy stone door, and we choose to ignore this nonsense.

It's hard. It's terrible. It's bloody work. But we prevail, and at last, Trinidad gets the killing blow on Snurre, and we proclaim victory to the giants. It's been a long session- like 25 rounds of combat- and I have class in the morning, so we wrap that up double-quick and next week it's on to level 16, our final leveling in this campaign that had been meant to go to 20. But it's been so damn much fun on the ride.

Catch you on the flip side, when we probably all ride down the gullet of an Ancient Red.

[dilf-in-peril]

please share the GTS drama i only saw todays tweet and im very curious

The short version is that KENTA invented the GTS (G2S). When Punk went to WWE he dropped his old own finisher Pepsi Plunge for a variety of reasons (WWE's safety concerns, wear and tear on his knees, Pepsi trademark) and started using the GTS as his finisher. I don't know if he met KENTA when he was in Japan, if anyone else taught him to do it or he just copied it from watching tapes.

I read that in 2011 KENTA said "Please list him up on the wanted list as he stole my move!!" Sounds like a serious accusation to me /jk

AFAIK no one really cared about this until recently. When Punk returned to AEW Punk and Kenta had exchanges on twitter, which were stiring the pot. Also this poignant "No" from Punk. Come on, you know what you're doing...

It should be mentioned that KENTA's twitter is entirely in kayfabe.

He did also demand a match and we know when people work together in a wrestling ring that's an expression of great hatred because wrestling IS real.

Honestly to me it looked more like harmless banter or buildup to a possible match. Like when Danhausen used the GTS and this happened:

Fast forward to the scrum and dirtsheet drama, one Bobby Fish is suddenly very verbal about how Punk stole KENTA's move. He also said Punk didn't even have the decency to rename it, as if that wasn't the most disrespectful thing he could have possibly done. It's still unclear why Bobby Fish is so invested in KENTA's honor. Possibly he's just obsessed with Punk with whom he's had a one sided feud for months now (to the point of basically kicking out of the GTS at 2.9).

There were also some news articles running the story that KENTA wasn't allowed to use the GTS when he joined WWE "because of Punk" which were misleadingly phrased, because Punk had already walked out of WWE and been fired by the time KENTA arrived and the reason why they didn't want KENTA using the move was because they had the crowd chanting for CM Punk to come back already, they just didn't want that to happen every time KENTA did the move.

Granted, I am also pretty certain that KENTA would have been told not to use the GTS if Punk had still been around, because that is how wrestling works, you protect your star's finisher and brand, regardless of who invented what. It wouldn't even have been good branding for KENTA because everyone already stongly associated it with Punk.

KENTA was later allowed to use the GTS but broke someone's orbital bone with it and WWE banned it again for a while.

Well, fast forward to today. On yesterday's Dynamite in Punk's hometown Kenny Omega bit his opponent and used the GTS, in yet another obvious dig at Punk.

But then he also tweeted a thank you to KENTA (despite being fluent in Japanese he did so in English, naturally, so you'd understand it and take screenshots!), which I assume is supposed to suggest that he asked for permission to use the move.

Basically, this is getting so ridiculous that people are starting to believe it's all a work.

[faiirytopias]

open to: anyone. muse: gabriel germaine. he/him. twenty-six. bisexual. a professional hockey player that currently plays for the montreal canadiens. summary: a cliche hockey player x athletic trainer who constantly tends to him after fights plot. note: made with beta editor.

while gabriel had always done his best to avoid getting into scrums, his recent transition from the ahl to the nhl had made that all the more difficult. he was still trying to find his footing on his team, deciding to prove himself when he could by sticking up for his teammates. he wanted to prove not only his loyalty to his teammates but show that he wasn’t afraid to throw down his gloves when he needed to. although it was the aftermath of those scraps he wished he could avoid, finding himself relying on the team’s athletic training staff far too often as of late. a small wince escaped him as he felt the alcohol wipe make contact with the open cut along his cheekbone, a badge of honour from his most recent fight that landed him in the penalty box. a price that was well worth it after an opposing player went after his team’s captain. “you know… i feel like these days i spend more time with you than my actual teammates.” he teased as he stared up at the other who was tending to his wounds. “not that i’m complaining. i just wish it were under different circumstances.” a wry smile curled onto his lips. “maybe we could change that? i could always take you out to dinner to repay you for all you’ve done for me lately. i mean it’s the least i can do considering how much of a handful i’ve been.”

[female-buckets]

Every time former UConn women’s basketball guard Evina Westbrook makes a mistake in practice, she automatically knows the one voice that will immediately call her out.

Fellow former Husky star and Westbrook’s current Phoenix Mercury teammate Diana Taurasi will shake her head and challenge Westbrook to be better with a simple look.

It’s that support that has reignited Westbrook’s love of basketball.

"Just playing with her, it doesn't matter if I mess up. She knows what I'm capable of," Westbrook said Monday during the Mercury’s media availability. "So, every day, you know, I'll miss a shot and she'll laugh and be like, ‘You know what you should have done.’ Or I won't take a shot and she'll be like, she’ll look at me and I’m like, ‘I know. I know.’ And we'll just start laughing. She gives me another piece of joy to the game, I think, and I needed that, and I love that."

Westbrook joined forces with Taurasi and fellow former Husky Moriah Jefferson this spring when the Mercury signed the Oregon native during training camp. All three guards represent different generations of UConn women’s basketball, however; to Westbrook, that’s what makes them so disciplined and motivated on the court.

"We come from like a certain type of pedigree for sure," Westbrook said. "I feel like other people do know it and we know it ourselves just coming from UConn having that UConn mentality and bringing that to the W is much easier. … It’s great. I'm really glad I went there. It really set us up for success in the W."

The Mercury are Westbrook’s fourth different team in the WNBA after playing for Seattle, Minnesota and Washington during her rookie season last summer. Westbrook was drafted in the second round by the Storm but was waived before the start of the regular season. She teamed up with Jefferson with the Lynx for 14 games before closing out the year in D.C.

Now in Phoenix with Taurasi and Jefferson – who signed a free agent deal with the Mercury during the offseason – Westbrook is continuing to grow her game even more.

On Monday, she said Taurasi’s serious but fun demeanor has taught her how to play with more confidence.

"It’s her personality. I mean, I'm constantly laughing in the weight room just because she's talking or she's singing, she's dancing," Westbrook said. "But she's still locked in at the same time. And when she comes on into court, it is business. She'll mess up and stuff like that but she's coaching at the same time. And just the reads that she makes and the passes. It’s the little things that she does is really impressive.

"But I mean she's the G-O-A-T for a reason. She doesn't have that nickname out of nowhere. So, you definitely see it in practice. Just being able to be her teammate and just kind of being a sponge and kind of just soaking up everything that she's been able to give me on and off the court, I've taken every advantage of it."

Taurasi’s dedication to the game reminds Westbrook of Husky head coach Geno Auriemma.

"It’s easy to see why they get along and why they butt heads because they're the same person," she said.

When a reporter in Monday’s scrum teased that UConn hadn’t won a national title since 2016, Westbrook responded with confidence.

"We're coming back," she said. "We can't win them every year."

Westbrook has averaged 8.7 minutes across three games so far this season for the Mercury.

The Mercury are 1-3 to start the year and sit at No. 4 in the Western Conference standings. Phoenix will travel to Texas this week to play at Dallas on both Wednesday and Friday in a homecoming game for star Brittney Griner. The former Baylor star was born in Houston and led the Bears to the 2012 NCAA Championship.

"We haven't started off great as a collective, but I think it's understanding throughout the whole team that we know what we need to get better at and it's all of it is fixable," Westbrook said. "… There's a lot of new pieces on this team. So, it's just all of us trying to feel that chemistry within each other. Everyone does something different. Everybody brings something different to the table. So, it's how can we bring all this you know Thanksgiving food and make it a really good meal?"