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thirteen crows: chapter one

summary: buck and eddie come visit you at work, then offer to walk you home.

word count: 2.8k

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warnings: mentions of violence (nothing graphic), slight stalker behaviour??, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

You flinch when a group of men start to cheer loudly across the bar, beer spilling on the already sticky floor and their chairs screeching across the floor as they stand up abruptly to celebrate their team scoring a touchdown. You roll your eyes as you continue with your work, wiping the counter down and moving empty glasses to the dishwasher. 

There’s always a group of men here for football nights, as the bar you work at has special deals for those that show up in sports jerseys. You’d think that by now, you’d be used to their yelling, but even after two long years, it still manages to surprise you every now and then. The incidents happening across the city don’t help with your jumpiness, but you don’t have another choice than to continue to work.

You tend to get good tips on football nights, anyway. You and all the girls you work with decided to buy cheap football jerseys to wear on those nights, which for some reason, men love to see. Tonight, you’ve used a hair elastic to secure the jersey around your waist, which helps accentuate your curves, and paired it with a short, black mini skirt and sheer black tights. Your outfit has proven to work to get tips, which makes you laugh to yourself. Men are extremely easy to please, and you almost feel bad taking their money. Almost. 

There aren’t many other customers apart from the group of men tonight, and you’re grateful. You’ve had to do most of your tasks yourself tonight, and all that you’ve had to get for customers since you’ve gotten to work is beer. You’re about to go to the back to quickly unload the dishwasher when the front door opens.

A smile erupts on your face as two of your regulars make their way into the bar, their conversation dying down immediately and their eyes moving to you. They act surprised to see you there, as if they don’t know your work schedule, greeting you warmly once they’re close enough to the bar for you to hear them over the game blaring from the tv. 

They sit down on the barstools in front of you and you don’t even wait for them to order before you start pouring their drinks. You have quite a few regulars, and while you don’t remember most of their usual orders, you can’t help but remember theirs.

You met them almost a year ago, you think, and they’re always extremely nice to you, even more so than any of your other coworkers. If that wasn’t enough, they also always tip you extremely well. The first time they did it, they left you a $20 tip on their $35 bill, and you chased them out the door when you realized, assuming they had meant to give you a $5 or a $10 bill. When you caught up to them outside the bar, however, they reassured you that they meant to give it to you. That you deserved it. 

They left you under the dim light of the bar sign flashing “Thirteen Crows,” slightly dumbfounded as you watched them smile at each other as they walked away. It was impossible to not like them after that. You’re pretty sure even if they were assholes to you, their tips would let you put up with it.

“You closing again tonight?” Eddie asks you a little while later. You’ve been talking to them since they got here, like usual, and you’ve gotten so used to their company that you even hang out with them when you’re off the clock. They’ve become good friends, and it barely feels like you’re working when they’re here to keep you company.

You hum softly as you nod, giving them an absentminded smile. They frown, looking between each other with a mischievous look. You don’t notice however, as your eyes move down to your hands cleaning the bar mat right after you nod. You also don’t notice that both of their eyes travel down the parts of your body they could see over the high counter, drinking in your soft curves.

“Aren’t you scared? With the killings, and stuff.” Buck speaks, giving you a concerned look as he leans his elbows onto the counter. To be honest, you are a little nervous about being here with what’s been going on lately. For the last three or four months, people have been showing up dead around LA; stabbed to death. It has you on edge, obviously, but you don’t have any other choice. The Thirteen Crows isn’t in the best part of town, and since you don’t have a car, you don’t have any other choice than to walk fifteen minutes back to your shitty apartment that’s not near far enough away from the more dangerous part of town.

Your manager tried to help out with the nervousness you and your coworkers were feeling and started scheduling two people to close each night, but your coworker called in sick tonight, and no one could cover him.

“I gotta pay rent somehow. And we usually close with another person anyway.” you tell them with a shrug, waving their concerns off. You know they’re looking out for you, and it’s sweet, but you don’t want them to worry. You can take care of yourself.

“Who’s closing with you, then? Tara or Grace?” Eddie asks, looking around the bar. Neither of them had seen anyone else since they’ve been here. You shake your head with a silent laugh. You find it a little funny that they know most people here by name, and even more funny that they even know who you usually close with.

“It was supposed to be Isaac, but he called in. No one can come in to cover him. So, it’s just me tonight.” Isaac is a newer server, having started a month or two ago, and usually works during the day, which is why Buck and Eddie haven’t seen much of him. While he doesn’t work as much as you, Tara, or Grace, he’s become a really good friend to you.

“Are you gonna be alright going home by yourself? This isn’t exactly a safe part of town either way.” Buck asks, brows furrowed as his eyes trail down your figure again. A soft, sweet thing like you? You’re practically wearing a sign that says “easy target.” He doesn’t want to see anyone try to take advantage of you, but, there’s a part of him that would love to see you helpless and teary-eyed, begging for mercy.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. You only need to worry if you don’t see me the next time you come in here.” you try to joke. An absentminded smile appears on Eddie’s face as his eyes seem to stare at your chest, although unfocused, while Buck continues to frown. You purse your lips when you realize that they don’t find your joke even remotely funny, and you sigh, rolling your eyes. “What, you wanna stay and walk me home?” you ask with a raised brow.

“We can. If you want.” Eddie tells you earnestly, his eyes coming back into focus and darting up to meet your gaze. Anything to keep you with them longer. Anything to see the fear in your eyes at every bump in the night up close. They’re both thinking about how it would feel to see you scared and cowering in fear as you walk home, but neither of them show it. They continue to show you concern for your safety, their eyes trying to insist on walking you home.

“You really don’t have to do that. I promise, I’ll be fine. It’s not a long walk.” you tell Eddie as your eyes move between the two of them. They both sigh, nodding at you, seemingly defeated. 

Once you turn to clean up behind the bar a little bit, putting bottles back into their places, they both look at each other with smirks, silently coming up with a plan. It’s almost too good of a chance to pass up. You’re all alone tonight. No one to protect you from anything or anyone. 

They came up with their little arrangement a few months ago. It started when they accidentally let someone die on the job. The man was beating his wife, and she finally found the courage to fight back, grabbing a kitchen knife when he came at her yet again. Both of them felt a rush they had never felt before when he died right in front of them, and before long, they were hunting down all the people they ran into that deserved something worse than death and killed them. Brutally.

“Well, I’m gonna head out, I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. Babysitting my niece.” Buck speaks about an hour later, pulling out his wallet and placing some money on the table. 

“Okay, I’ll see you next week?” you ask him with a smile. He nods, licking his lips as his eyes dart down your body once last time.

“Wouldn’t miss it, sweetheart.” he tells you, placing his hand to his chest, almost like a promise. 

You feel your cheeks heating up as you say goodbye, and with one last wave and a wink towards Eddie, he’s out the door. 

Buck leaves only twenty or so minutes until close, and once he’s gone, there’s no one in the bar but you and Eddie. The group of men watching football are long gone, and like usual, you’re going home with more than usual in tips. Eddie still has half of his beer left, and tells you this is his last, so you finish your cleaning while he keeps you company, watching as you make your way around the bar to wipe down tables and grab the last few empty glasses scattered around.

Once everything is cleaned and put away, Eddie slides some cash across the bar to you. Once again, it’s far too much, but you don’t try to argue with him. You put the money in the register, then pocket your tip, and once you’re done, he stands up, ready to follow you out of the bar so you can lock up.

“The offer still stands.” he tells you as you lock the front door. He looks around while you focus on your keys, almost as if looking for something. When you turn to face him with a smile, he knows he’s got you. He’s glad Buck mentioned the murders earlier; it seemed to make you just that little bit more nervous. Just enough for you to take up his offer.

You both begin to walk towards your apartment. You know he drove here; you saw his car keys when he first walked into the bar, but you don’t question why you’re walking instead of driving. He’s already being generous enough, you don’t want to seem ungrateful by asking him to drive you instead of walking you home, even if you’re only thinking about him having to walk back to the bar after he drops you off.

You lead him down an alley; a shortcut you usually take. You know you shouldn’t necessarily take a shortcut down here; the lights are barely bright enough for you to see ten feet in front of you, but it gets you home quicker. You and Eddie walk in silence, which magnifies all the sounds around you, but you feel a little more at ease with him here anyway. You kick a rock as you walk, catching up to it every few steps only to kick it again, but one of your kicks sends the rock flying vertically and right into a big pile of garbage beside a dumpster.

This causes a cat to jump and yelp loudly, now becoming visible from behind the plastic bags and cardboard boxes. You’ve never seen a cat down here before, so when the rustling of trash bags hits your ears, you jump, your eyes going wide as your shoulders raise to almost touch your ears.

Eddie’s beside you in an instant, his body tense, but once he realizes what made you jump, he chuckles. You look over at him with a sheepish smile, then continue to walk, albeit closer to him than before.

When you’re finally out of the alley that you’re sure you’ll never want to walk down alone again, a strange feeling spreads through your body. You look around nervously, keeping yourself alert as you continue to walk. It almost feels like someone is watching you, and you don’t like it. You know you’re relatively safe; most people who would plan to attack you would back off if you’re with a man, but you can’t help but still feel on edge.

Eddie is smirking as he walks behind you, grateful for the cat that put you on edge. It wasn’t something they had planned, but it was a good way to get you to react exactly how they want you to.

As you continue walking, you hear something in the distance, a bottle breaking, you think, but you’re not sure which direction it’s coming from. It rings in your ears, and you jump again, practically jumping into Eddie’s arms. He lets out a low grunt as you make contact with his chest, but his arms are around you in an instant, squeezing a little too tight, fingers digging into your plush middle.

“Shhh. I got you, honey. You’re safe.” he whispers into your ear. He smirks down at your scared expression and trembling form as your head swivels all around, desperately looking for the sound of the noise. You will never find it, though. They’ll make sure of that.

Eddie’s embrace, paired with his sweet words, calm you down, and soon enough, you’re detaching yourself from him and continuing to walk as you mumble a soft “thank you.”

You feel nervous the entire way back to your apartment after that, still feeling like someone is watching you. Every small sound makes you flinch, but Eddie is quick to shush you, telling you that he’s right here.

The noises are almost dizzying, and if you didn’t think the idea was so ridiculous and unlikely, you’d think that someone is messing with you. Footsteps to your left, something being kicked down the street behind you, another bottle breaking to your right. It feels like someone is circling you, like you’re their prey.

Once you’re finally home, you stop at your apartment door, looking up at Eddie with a soft smile. There’s still a hint of fear in your eyes, which Eddie sees immediately, and he smirks as you try to cover it with your smile. Poor thing. You haven’t seen scary yet.

“Thank you.” you say softly. It’s late, and your apartment walls are paper thin. You know if you speak any louder than a whisper, one of your annoying neighbours will complain to the landlord. And you really don’t need any more problems with him.

“Of, course. That’s what friends are for.” he tells you, peeking into your apartment over your head as you turn and open your door. He desperately wants you to invite him in, but he knows it’s far too early for that. He’ll wait until the time is appropriate. 

He can tell that once you turn to face him again, you’re going to say good night, and he’s desperate to keep you here. He wants to see you again, soon.

“Christopher has been asking about you. Wondering when you’re gonna come visit.” he says, shoving his hands into his pocket as he feigns indifference. You smile, thinking about Christopher. He’s a good kid, and you love to see him when you go to Eddie’s house. With the way Eddie is looking at you, it hardly seems like Chris is the one that wants you over, but you’re too oblivious to tell.

“I’m off next Thursday. I could come by then?” you say, raising your brows as an unsure expression crosses your face. He gives you an almost devilish smile at your words, and nods.

“It’s a date.” he murmurs, his eyes trailing down your figure. He loves when you wear your black mini skirt, and if he and Buck didn’t get most of your attention when they’re at the bar, he would be tempted to gut all the men that stare at your ass as you serve them. 

“Okay.” you speak quietly, nodding as you smile up at him. He bids you goodnight, then turns and walks back down the hallway toward the elevator. Before he makes it to the elevator, he turns to see you still watching him walk, and he smirks before he speaks.

“And don’t forget to lock your doors. There’s a lot of creeps out there.”

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🖤 Pairing: Damian Priest x f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Damian and his girlfriend’s relationship is on the edge of collapse, and they discover a new, interesting way to reconnect. 🛑 Warnings: NSFW. Angst, alcohol, cockwarming, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, cum 18+ 🖤 Notes: Spanish translations are at the end of the story. I do not speak Spanish, so if anything is incorrect, please let me know and I’ll fix it! ❤️ It's super long, so I marked where the smut begins for my feral beauties ❤️ 🖤 Taglist: @pittieprincess22, @cyberdejos2, @brideofinfamy, @rainbowdreams-x. If you’d like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: Anonymous. Hope you enjoy! 🖤 MASTERLIST

Staring at the label on the empty bottle of beer in her hand, she heard Damian’s boisterous laughter across the bar. She remembered a time not long ago when her own giggling would have been mixed in, but instead, here she sat, abandoned by her boyfriend so he could watch some stupid baseball game on the TV behind the bar with a group of other drunk guys he’d only just met this evening. She glanced over her shoulder at him, the tallest guy in the place, hair in a wet ponytail, dressed in his Yankees jersey, band t-shirt, and ripped jeans. Sexy as ever—the man only got more attractive with each passing year. His gestures were big as he entertained the circle around him, probably regaling them with stories from the road as a WWE superstar. She rolled her eyes, returning her attention to the beer bottle. She considered getting another one, but how much fun was it really going to be to be pissed off and drunk?

“You look lonely.”

She glanced up, eyebrow cocked, and found not a bad-looking man standing next to her table, but a man just the same, who was not her boyfriend. She cast her eyes back to Damian, and he was still otherwise occupied.

“I’m really not,” she replied.

“Sure you are,” the man argued, taking it upon himself to sit across from her. She inhaled deeply through her nostrils and all she could do was hope Damian remained oblivious. “I saw your man leave you over here like an hour ago.”

Had it really been that long?

“Well, maybe I’m just not very good company,” she deadpanned.

“I don’t believe that,” the man said. “A pretty girl like you? You’d be the best company, and I sure as hell wouldn’t leave you alone all night.”

“Listen, I appreciate the interest, but—”

The man’s eyes lifted, focused on something behind her, and she didn’t need to turn around to know what was happening, or about to happen.

“Somethin’ you need?” Damian’s hulking presence was beside her, and she took another deep breath, leaning against the back of the booth. 

“Hey, man,” the guy seated in front of her said, lifting a hand a beer bottle, “nobody’s doing anything wrong. Just havin’ a conversation.”

“Oh, okay, cool,” Damian said, leaning his fists on the table, muscles and tattoos rippling beneath the sleeves of his jersey. “Let’s have a conversation.”

The man across from her tilted his head and told her, “Good luck,” before beginning to climb out of his seat.

“The fuck is your problem?” Damian commanded, shoving the guy with one hand as soon as he stood up, freely knocking him off balance and to the sticky floor.

“Damian, relax,” his girlfriend yelled, slamming her bottle of beer on the table. “We were just talking.”

“Well I got some things to say, too,” Damian growled.

“Great,” she said, climbing out of the booth. “You guys talk it out, and I’m gonna go home.” 

Damian paused the stalking of his prey to focus on her for the first time since the incident began. They watched one another for a moment that lasted a lifetime, and she remembered falling in love with him the first time she saw him, she remembered feeling him the first night they’d had sex. She remembered holding hands and whispered secrets and promises of the future. He’d pledged to give her the world. Had he been lying when he’d sworn or had their relationship simply come to an unfortunate end? She didn’t know him well enough anymore to know the answer to what should have been a terribly straightforward question, and it horrified her, but she thought maybe if she could hold his concentration on her, he would recall all of those things, too. The good things. If he would just look deeply enough …

Damian severed their connection by turning back to a man and a situation that didn’t matter, and her heart disintegrated. Dusted, like in the Avengers. She grabbed her purse from the booth and had the Uber app pulled up on her phone before she even reached the door. She fought herself from looking back, repeating in her head that he wasn’t worth it—not anymore—in a futile attempt at making what she was about to do just a little easier. Yeah, right.

Once inside the Uber, her boyfriend having never once come out to check on her while she waited, she had another battle concerning whether or not to glimpse back. She kept her eyes forward until the vehicle was about to make a right hand turn, and suddenly there was a tug in her chest where her heart had once been. Like there was a string tied around the veins and arteries still remaining and it was connected to something she’d left behind. Clutching her aching chest with one hand, she pressed her other hand to the door to help her turn around, and she gasped, tears cascading down her cheeks. Damian was standing outside the bar, ponytail whipping this way and that as he searched desperately, perhaps finding what he was looking for in the back of the very vehicle she sat in as he promptly launched into an all-out sprint on the sidewalk, chasing after her. She slowly covered her mouth, weeping at the agony etched on his face, and she slid down in the seat, closing her eyes. 

She loved him. By all that was good and gracious in the world, she loved him with her entire being, but she couldn’t fucking do it anymore. She finished crying over the rest of the ride home, to their home, and she mumbled a thank you to the driver before getting out, closing the door behind her. The car sped off, she watched it go, and she imagined the scene was much like the one Damian had witnessed just a short bit ago. Her eyes slid to their front door, and she wrestled more tears as she plodded inside.

Damian arrived home faster than anticipated, but she’d had enough time to get herself together, to expel all the tears and soothe her trembling body by the time he came bounding through the door. Seeing her standing in the middle of the living room, he all but skidded to a stop. “I didn’t think—” He gestured at the door and held up his keys.

“We need … no, you need to figure out what you want, Damian,” she interrupted. 

He walked slowly around the couch, approaching her as if she were a lioness that could and probably would strike at any moment, rip him to pieces and devour him. When he was within a few feet, she took a step back. She knew what he was trying to do—he did it all the time. Get close enough to touch her, kiss her, hold her, coax her into believing she wasn’t mad about what she was really mad about. Her reaction stopped him dead in his tracks, and she watched his throat work as he swallowed.

“I don’t know—” he started.

“Of course you don’t know,” she interjected again, more tears pricking the corners of her eyes. So much for all cried out. “Why would you? It’s all about Damian. It has been ever since the beginning of this relationship, but I was too …” She sniffed, shrugged. “Too in love, I guess.” Her chuckle was pathetic as Damian breathed deeply through his nose, chest expanding and deflating. “And I thought you were in love with me …”

“What are you—? Of course—”

“Do you remember how we used to be?” she asked pitifully. “You were the Mickey to my Mallory …”

“Baby—”

“We actually made love for hours. We didn’t just fuck to cum like we do now.”

“Please listen to me …”

“No,” she stopped him one final time, her tone so soft she wasn’t sure she’d spoken at all. “I’m done listening.” She wiped fresh tears from her cheeks. “I put all your stuff for Raw by the door.” Damian’s brows furrowed and he turned to look at the door he’d just come through. His suitcase-on-wheels was lying on its front, a small duffel bag nearby—he’d blundered right past them. His eyes, now for the first time this entire evening beginning to show worry, returned to her, and they both knew how his luggage had gotten there from where he’d left it in their bedroom on the second floor. “I know you’re not supposed to leave for a day, but I just … I need you to go now.” Damian’s eyes fluttered closed and he scrubbed his huge hands over his face. “And while you’re gone, maybe you’ll remember what we used to have. How happy we used to be.”

“I’m—”

“If you say you’re happy, I swear to God—” She trailed off with a strangled chuckle.

“Oh, so you know how I feel?” Damian retorted.

She blinked up at him, and in his eyes, the ones that had once been so alive and so full of love, she could see misery and turbulence, and yeah, she could easily say she knew how he felt. She cleared her throat, brushing more tears from both cheeks quickly, as if she did it fast enough, he might not see how utterly broken she was. Maybe that’s what he needed to see. “I’m going upstairs,” she whispered, “and if you do love me, if you do care about me … you’ll leave.”

“Mi vida, please, just tell me—”

“You left me alone for an hour tonight!” his girlfriend suddenly erupted, and Damian’s eyes rounded. “We’ve seen each other four days in the past two weeks, and some fucking Yankees game has your attention? You try to fight some guy who didn’t know we were together because you left me alone for an hour?” Damian’s lips pursed and he remained silent for once. She sighed. “Goodbye, Damian. Have a safe trip.” 

She gave him a wide berth on her way to the stairs, stepping over his luggage as she headed up. Hurrying into their bedroom, she closed the door and locked it behind her, and by the time she’d slid down the wood until her ass met the carpet, she was a blubbering fool, covering her mouth to keep from crying out, to keep from hollering for Damian and telling him she was just kidding, and could he just hold her for a while and then everything would be okay? In time, she heard the front door open and close again. She could almost feel his presence, his very soul, drifting further away from her, that tugging in her chest returning, and she collapsed in slow motion, floating to the floor on her side, hugging her knees to her chest.

She awoke some time later in the same fetal position, suspecting she’d passed out from sheer exhaustion. Lifting her head, her spine screamed from the base of her skull all the way to her tailbone, and the carpet stuck to her cheek—she could only imagine the pattern etched into her skin as she lurched into a sitting position. She’d left a lamp on in the corner of the room, the soft glow illuminating the empty space, the unmade bed she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep in at all, and as the quiet enveloped her, she wondered if there would ever be laughter here again. She looked at the chaise lounge opposite the lamp, a small smile quirking her lips when she could almost see herself straddling Damian’s lap there, and she could almost hear her voice whisper that she was in love with him and had been since shaking his hand on her first day at WWE.

She rolled her eyes, refusing to permit any more tears from staining her cheeks, but that didn’t stop the intrusive thoughts in the back of her mind. Did Damian remember these things? Did they mean anything to him? Did she? Or was it his career he was now madly in love with? She’d sent Damian away to decipher the answers to these important questions, but she wasn’t certain she’d be strong enough to hear the answers. She climbed to her feet, limping across the floor to grab her phone from her side of the bed. As she reached for it, she paused, rubbed her fingers along her palm, and took a deep breath—all she could do to prepare for what she might find waiting for her in her notifications.

The missed calls and text messages were both in the double digits, along with a few voicemails, all from Damian, and she swallowed a softball size lump in her throat as she opened the text messages. She knew damn good and well there was no way she’d be able to listen to his voice without breaking down once more, and she was so damn tired of crying.

She sat slowly on the bed, the earlier suspicion she might not be able to sleep here blotted out by the overwhelming need to somehow be near Damian even though she’d just sent him across the country a day earlier than either of them had anticipated. Her dying phone slid from her hand, thumping on the carpet, as she backed across the king-size bed until she was on Damian’s side. Somehow the man slept with only one very thin pillow, so she grabbed one of hers and added it underneath before slipping her legs under the blanket and sheet. She was instantly inundated by the scent of Damian’s leave-in conditioner, but most importantly, the spice that was simply him drifted inside her nostrils and she was both allayed and shattered at the same time. Still depleted, now more than before, her heavy eyelids fell and she drifted off into a land of nightmares.

As Damian’s plane bound for Washington crashed above her into the side of a mountain, she was jolted awake. Her upper body careened forward, hair flying, arms reaching out because maybe if she could just catch the plane … A hand on her shoulder brought her fully out of unconsciousness, and she jumped again. 

“It’s okay! It’s just me!” Tiffy. Beautiful, sweet, perfect Tiffy, but all Damian’s girlfriend could think about was the fact that Tiffy had Ludwig and Ludwig had Tiffy and they were disgustingly happy and she was wildly envious.

“Tiffy,” she whispered. “What are you …” She scratched her head, looking up at Miss Money in the Bank, eyes mere slits. “How did you get in here?”

“Damian called Ludwig,” she explained. “He said he hadn’t talked to you in hours and your phone was going straight to voicemail.” Damian’s girlfriend nodded, though not wholly comprehending. “He told me where the spare key was.” She held it up.

“I see,” the dejected woman in bed said. “Well, I’m fine.”

“Obviously,” Tiffy rolled her eyes, “just like Damian is just fine.” Her pink manicured nails formed air quotes.

“Tiffany, I really don’t—”

“Look. It’s almost one o’clock, so I brought two of these—” She lifted the neck of a bottle of wine out of her glittery tote bag. “Let’s talk.”

Damian’s girlfriend was really getting tired of people demanding she speak to them, but she supposed this was different. Maybe she needed another perspective. She sent Tiffany to the patio by the pool while she changed out of the clothes she’d worn to the bar the night before and then had slept in, brushed her teeth, and as she was headed across the bedroom toward the door, she spotted her phone still lying on the white carpet. She feared what she’d see upon bringing it back to life, so she left it where it was, closed the door after her, and met Tiffy by the pool.

Nursing a hangover on Sunday and into the evening on Monday thanks to Tiffy Time, Damian’s girlfriend was again in bed, on his side, iPad in her lap, Monday Night Raw on the television. Tiffany had succeeded in making her feel at least a little better, agreeing that things had gotten bad enough between them that sending him to Washington early was probably the best way to get through to him, although, she added, it seemed a bit harsh. She recalled a similar situation between herself and Ludwig—their schedules had been completely opposite, they never saw each other, and their connection had started to dissolve—to which Tiffany had responded in a completely different manner. Instead of kicking him out and sending him across the country, she’d done internet research and consulted various friends in search of a way to reconnect with her boyfriend.

And the route of reconnection Tiffany had discovered was now in the search bar of Safari: cockwarming. Damian’s girlfriend had heard of it, but never given it much thought, assuming it was just one of a million other ways to please a man, but Tiffany had assured her that cockwarming wasn’t about giving or receiving pleasure, it was about being present and intimate with someone you loved, building or rebuilding a physical and emotional relationship by linking together in the closest way possible. It made sense, and she was willing to try anything. 

She glanced up at the muted television, heart skipping a beat when saw Damian in the middle of a match. He looked tired, and maybe he was hungover too, and he just didn’t seem as on point as he normally was. A little slower, a little careless, a little like he didn’t give a fuck. She turned the TV off, rubbing at her forehead. She was responsible for his distraction, and she hadn’t meant for their problems to interfere with his work, but she’d acted so rashly in kicking him out, she hadn’t considered any effect it would have on his live television performance. She hadn’t considered him at all, if she were being honest, so what did that say about her? Maybe Damian wasn’t the only one who needed to figure things out.

Without warning,  a bolt of lightning shot through her entire body, a current of electricity coursing across her skin, and she jumped out of bed. She looked at Damian’s side where she’d been sitting, her pillow under his, and it wasn’t right. She glanced at the TV and Raw wasn’t on and she wasn’t cussing at whomever Damian’s opponent was, and it wasn’t right. She hadn’t kissed him goodbye and he hadn’t slapped her ass for good luck, as was their routine, and it wasn’t right. The way she’d made him leave, ignoring him—none of it was right. Her eyes cut to her phone on the bed, to her purse on the chair, ending on a pair of sneakers in the corner of the room. Her brain shut off, leaving her heart in control, and her legs were moving. She grabbed the phone and the purse, slipped her feet in the shoes, and jogged downstairs. She grabbed her keys from the table and slammed the front door behind her.

She found herself at the airport, still on autopilot, and she bounced from one foot to the other as she waited in line to purchase a ticket. When she finally reached the desk, she placed her wallet on the counter. “Hi,” she said, “I need to get to Seattle tonight. Right now. One way.” 

The lady behind the computer punched several keys. “Well, it’s your lucky day,” she beamed, and Damian’s girlfriend suppressed the urge to punch her. “I have one seat left on a flight leaving in thirty minutes.”

“Great.”

“It’s $1,798.” Of course the only seat left would be first class.

“That’s fine,” she said, rummaging through her wallet for her credit card and identification. Damian was worth it, their relationship was worth it. 

Aboard the plane, she tried to sleep, but it was impossible. She tried to read a book on her phone, but she couldn’t concentrate. She ended up spending most of the flight reading and rereading Damian’s text messages, self-loathing growing with each pass. Yes, he was responsible for their abrupt separation, but she was just as much to blame. 

Landing in Washington, she checked her messages again, this time tapping on the thread with Rhea, who’d responded to her question while she’d been 37,000 feet in the air. Armed with the information provided by Damian’s closest friend, she ordered an Uber and gave him the address of Damian’s hotel. She rode the elevator to the top floor, wondering if he’d had to pay extra for a last minute booking, which, again, would have been her fault. Same with the price of his plane ticket. Of course, whatever she’d cost them monetarily paled in comparison to the time she’d cost them. 

SMUT Standing in front of Damian’s hotel room door, she knocked softly. Moments later the door opened, and there he stood, the love of her life, the Mickey to her Mallory, the very face she wanted to see before she died. He was in a black sleeveless shirt and black basketball shorts, and he looked burnt out and used up, and was she accountable for that too? But when he realized who was standing in front of him, those dead eyes reanimated, and his hunched shoulders squared. They gazed at one another for an extended moment, a silent conversation passing between them, an ask of permission and consent granted.

Damian stepped into the hall, and his girlfriend raised her elbows so he could position his big hands under her armpits before slowly, tenderly, lifting her in the air, not unlike picking up a crying toddler. Her arms slipped around his neck, her legs around his waist, and he completed their puzzle by enveloping her in his protective embrace. She tucked her face into the crook of his neck, crossed her feet behind him, and she was home. He held her for a while in the hall before stepping back inside the hotel room, the mechanism at the top of the door closing it for him, and then he held her some more, still standing, placing a hand on the back of her head. Eventually he took a seat in the chair beside the bed, his girlfriend repositioning her legs so she was straddling him, sitting back on his thighs, and they were able to look at each other again.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke first, cupping her face. “You’re right. I took you for granted. I took everything we have for granted.” He shook his head, eyes round and clear and the most delicious shade of chocolate. “I know what we were before … and I know … we’re not—we’re not that anymore. Just tell me how to make it right.” He brought their foreheads together, and her hands braced herself on his hard chest. “Tell me how to fix it. Because I ain’t quitting, and I ain’t letting you go.”

His girlfriend smiled for the first time in days, but it was fleeting. “I shouldn’t have kicked you out. I’m sorry, too.”

Damian shook his head, eyes searching her face. “No more apologies.” He kissed her forehead, and she laid her head on his chest. “So what do we do?” he mumbled against the top of her head.

Her eyes opened. “I just think we … need to reconnect,” she said. “And … I might have an idea how we can start.”

She explained cockwarming with a hell of a lot less grace and knowledge than Tiffany, and a hell of a lot more embarrassment, if her superheated cheeks were any kind of clue. But Damian listened, and his focus was solely on her, and he didn’t make fun of the idea, and they were already headed in the right direction. They agreed to give it a try here and now, as there was no better time than the present, and they were both too exhausted to engage in much else. The couple made their way to the bed, Damian’s girlfriend toeing her shoes off before they removed each other’s clothing, and they climbed under the blankets.

The experience was supposed to be more about intimacy and less about having sex, she’d illustrated, but, to make it easier for him to slip inside her, she’d have to get at least a little damp. It was no secret what Damian did to her simply by existing, so he smirked, brushing her hair from her shoulder so he could cradle her neck, thumb caressing her jawline. He pressed their lips together, the couple sharing a sigh of relief, and she rested her fingers on his wrist as they kissed. All the fear and worry and stress melted away as her arousal grew, and as they’d both suspected, it didn’t take long for her to become wet and ready, and, consequently, for Damian to become hard.

“Sorry,” he said.

“That is something you’re never gonna have to apologize for,” his girlfriend assured him. They shared a smile. “Just try to keep from, you know … fucking me.”

“Easy for you to say,” Damian commented, and they snickered. “How do you wanna …?“

She rolled over to her other side, backing up against him, semi-hard dick slipping between her ass cheeks. Damian whispered in her ear to be careful, and she couldn’t help the smile. They were going to get through this. He positioned her how he needed, making sure she was comfortable before slowly sliding inside her. He moaned, playing it off by clearing his throat, and she was barely able to mask her own whine. His arm slid under her pillow, gripping her hand that was already there, his other arm wrapping around her, and she held that hand with hers against her chest. He twitched inside her, and her pussy instinctively clenched around him, and their holds tightened on each other.

“You know it’s been, like, 50 hours since I left,” Damian said, following a moment of adjustment and silence.

“Damian …”

“No, I—I just mean … that was 50 hours without you. 50 hours to think about everything, all of it. So I don’t want you to feel bad for kicking me out. You were right. I needed time to figure things out.”

“And what did you figure out?” she asked. Considering he was inside her and holding her and he hadn’t slammed the door in her face, she knew his answer was at least a little positive.

“I haven’t been there for you,” he said, voice so deep, his girlfriend could all but feel her pussy producing slickness. “I made my job and everything else more important than you. And I’m sorry.” He pulled her closer, his cock slipping that much deeper within her. His biceps were unforgiving but protective, and the steady rise and fall of his chest comforted her on a level she’d never experienced before. “Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” she said, squeezing his hands.

“You don’t—”

“Damian, there are two people in this relationship. What if I had just talked to you about how I was feeling weeks ago? We could have avoided—”

“I know me, you know me. It wouldn’t have had the same effect as kicking my dumbass out of my own house had.”

She sighed, believing what he said, but there would be no way to erase the guilt she still felt. 

“I love you, querida,” he uttered into her ear. “Eres mi vida, mi alma, mi todo. Siempre.”

Her body shuddered, Damian’s arm tightening around her. “I love you, Papí.” He pressed his face into the back of her neck, and the couple was physically as close as they could possibly be to one another. She felt her heart rebuilding, she felt their connection rejoining, and she knew just this one night wasn’t going to solve all their problems, but they were making an effort, and that was enough for now. “I love when you’re inside me,” she breathed, eyes closing.

“I know,” Damian whispered.

She awoke sometime later, eyes slowly blinking open. The sun was beginning to rise and her body was moving, ever so gently, her head sliding up and down the pillow. Regaining consciousness, she realized that where Damian had been semi-hard and comforting inside her before falling asleep, he was now solid and thick, filling her to the brim, and his hips were thrusting somewhat casually against her. And then she heard a faint snore from him, and that explained everything. She thought about waking him, she really did, but he felt too fucking good and she’d missed him too fucking much, and it had been a long fucking time since they’d been so intimate. There was no way she could fight this.

She let him continue, his pumps erratic and varying in strength, but she didn’t care. His hand rose from the mattress, sliding past one nipple to cup the opposite breast, which he instinctively squeezed, groped, and that particular pump was hard and deep. She cried out, smacking a hand over her mouth, but it was already too late.

“Shit,” Damian breathed. “I’m sorry, I thought I was dreamin’.”

She reached back, grabbing at his hip over the blanket. “No,” she whispered, “please don’t stop.”

“But—”

“Please, Papí,” she begged.

Damian attacked her neck, sucking, biting, and she moaned into the pillow, imagining proudly wearing his marks for all to see on the way home. His thrusts became steadier, more powerful, and his hand returned to her breast. He brushed the cool metal of his rings along her nipple before pinching and pulling, and her back bowed, pulling him deeper inside her pussy.

“This isn’t …” he trailed off, panting, and she recognized the sounds he was making, the words he was repeating.

She lifted her hips away from him, allowing him to carefully slip from inside her. Rolling over, she climbed on top of him, stroking his big cock a few times before lining her pussy up with the head. Meeting Damian’s gaze, she sank down onto him at a snail’s pace, watching as his eyes averted to witness their bodies join together, lasting longer than she expected before he laid his head back on the pillow, eyes closing, mouth uttering a string of obscenities. Biting her lip, she massaged her soft hands along the firm planes of his tattooed pecs until she found a suitable position that would allow for optimal riding. As she was about to lift her hips, Damian’s fingers encircled her wrists and raised her hands, melding their palms together, their fingers intertwining, his elbows anchoring them to the mattress.

“Ride it, baby,” he growled.

Grinning, his girlfriend’s eyes closed and her grip tightened on his hands and her hips started to move. She was instantly reminded of his size as she rose, her pussy shrinking back to its normal proportion the further he was removed, only to be stretched again with the next downward thrust.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Damian moaned, as she repeated the action over and over.

“I missed you so much,” she breathed, impaling herself fully and then grinding her clit against him. She freed her fingers from his and put them back on his chest, her entire body moving with her hips.

“I know,” Damian whispered. He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and took control of the pace. “Fuck, yeah, bounce on it. Bounce on my cock, baby.”

She obeyed, though he was doing most of the work, which ended up with him holding her still and his cock hammering up into her. “Oh, God,” she squeaked, his pounding hitting that secret spot inside her. “I’m gonna cum, Papí.”

His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and he jerked her down until their lips smashed together. “Say my name,” he breathed. “Say my fucking name.”

“Damian,” she wailed, pulsing around the battering ram that was his dick. Their lips smacked and their teeth clacked, and her throbbing cunt milked his own orgasm. The kissing continued as they rode out the waves of pleasure, as every ounce of stress and heartache and worry melted away, to be replaced by hope and love and positivity for the future.

Sleep was knocking, and she slowly descended until her cheek was on his chest, his softening cock staying warm within her. “I love you,” she whispered, almost like an afterthought, and Damian chuckled, placing a hand on her head.

“I love you, mi vida.”

🎀 Mi vida — My life 🎀 Mi alma — My soul 🎀 Querida — Dearest/Beloved, term of endearment 🎀 Eres mi vida, mi alma, mi todo. Siempre — You’re my life, my soul, my everything. Forever 

[lovelytsunoda]

the puppy bowl. | lance stroll

summary: one simply does not wear a joe burrow jersey to the puppy bowl. or, an important fact gets left out of the super bowl party invitation

pairing; lance stroll x girlfriend!reader

warnings: miscommunication, the relationship is still fairly new , kinda gets a bit frisky in like the middle-ish, lance gets wherever the dog version of baby fever is, i talk about lance's tattoo again because its one of my favorite lance related topics.

“brad said the guys are on their way, they’re just stopping to get some beer. you guys want anything?”

yn shook her head, placing a large bowl of doritos on the coffee table, next to a tray lined with soft drinks. “I’m good, you guys know I don’t drink anyways. but if you guys want something go ahead.”

“you sure? not even a coffee or anything?” ella asked, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I can send brad to tim’s. he won’t mind.”

“go on then, grab me a medium white hot chocolate. has he picked up lance? I haven’t heard from him all morning.”

by the tv, her other roommate, faith laughed. “he’s fine. james took his phone when he got in the truck. last I heard they were singing wonderwall in a liquor store parking lot.”

the girls had lived together for going on five years, an arrangement that had started back in college when they were randomly selected as roommates by the colleges matching system. they survived the three years of hell spent in student accommodations before faiths parents (who owned a property rental company) helped them pool their resources together and get the house together. somewhere along the line, this vaguely sports related party had become a tradition, with their boyfriends joining one by one, starting with brad.

“be nice to him, guys. we’ve only been going out for a few months, and I’d like him to stick around.”

elle giggled. “what, do you think we’re going to haze him?”

she paused, thinking about what had happened to james during his first puppy bowl. “something like that.”

“he’ll be fine! I’m sure he can handle james and brad. they’re harmless.” faith insisted, pulling y/n in for a hug. “I can’t wait to meet him properly.”

there was a knock at the front door that was clearly intended only as a courtesy as they could hear a key turning in the lock shortly after. brad pushed the door open, marching inside with his ball cal on backwards and a six pack of budweiser in his hand.

“who’s ready for some sports, bitches!”

“language!” elle scolded, walking around the couch to give her boyfriend a kiss. it was only a matter of time before they moved in together, but the housing market was harsh and it was more likely brad would be moving in to the rental house than elle moving out of it. “hi sexy.”

slinking in the back and helping james carry some boxes was lance. yn’s heart warmed at the sight of him. his goofy smile, fluffy hair contained in a backwards baseball cap. and was that a cincinnati bengals jersey?

“oh, sweetie, did they tell you this was a super bowl party?” she tried not to laugh as she kissed him gently. “this is a puppy bowl party. we aren’t sports people.”

a slow, horrified look spread across lances face as brad and james burst out laughing. faith rolled her eyes and smacked her boyfriend playfully in the chest, and yn did the same, reaching for a pillow on the couch.

“hey, it was brads idea!” he insisted “hurt him, not me!”

faith smiled apologetically. “I apologize for my boyfriend. hes a bit of a wanker.”

“come on,” yn insisted, tugging lance gently in the direction of the small staircase leading to the backsplit addition. “I’ve still got a few of your shirts in a drawer somewhere that if forgot to give back.”

she was acutely aware of the wolf whistling behind them, followed by a muffled apology from brad. she was also very aware that this was the first time that lance would be seeing her room.

she opened the door slowly, shyly ducking in and closing the door behind them. lance walked towards the bed, taking in the pale blue walls, the collection of postcards tacked above her desk, all the places she had been on the travels. the bookshelves lining one wall, filled with colourful spines. the double bed in the middle of the room, with it’s simple duvet and mountain of stuffed animals.

"don't mind brad and james. they can be a little overzealous when they've been drinking."

lance snickered. "i think james had already had a few by the time we got to costco. try and keep him away from the bud light if you can. get some water in him."

"so that's how you ended up singing wonderwall in the liquor store parking lot?"

she crouched in front of her dresser, opening the bottom drawer and extracting the shirt on top, a linen button down of lance's that hse had borrowed and never given back.

"you listen to frankie goes to hollywood?" lance asked, nodding towards the crates of vinyl records sitting by her desk. "i thought only people my dad's age liked them."

"funnily enough, that crate is all ones my dad didn't want any more." she laughed, tossing him the shirt. "what can i say, i'm an old soul. you've been in the car with me, you know what i listen to."

"i love your old soul." lance encouraged, tugging her closer by the belt loops. she rested her hands on his shoulders, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

"need help getting that jersey off?"

lance laughed, stretching up to kiss her. "you know i can never say no to you."

"so if i asked for oasis tickets you could make it happen?'

"do you even have to ask? i will carry you on my shoulders for the whole concert if it means i get to see your face light up when 'don't look back in anger' starts playing."

she smiled softly, kissing him again. "i love you. and it's okay if you can't say it back yet, i just want you to know how i feel."

lance kissed her again, smooth hands traveling over her thighs. "no need. i'm in love with you too. all of you. your old soul, your bright smile."

laughing, she kissed him again, harder this time, her fingers gripping and tugging at his bengals jersey. giggles got caught in clambering kisses as lance picked her up, flipping their bodies over so that he was caging her against the bed. somewhere in the movement, his baseball cap flew off, landing on the hardwood somewhere. he tugged the jersey over his head, mussing his hair and exposing his gorgeous, toned chest.

she ran her hands over his chest, and then over the tattoo on his ribcage, the delicate hebrew under her fingers.

"what does it mean? the tattoo?"

"fortune favours the bold." he said it again in hebrew, his voice soft as he caressed her face.

he leaned in to kiss her again when they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"the pre show is starting!" faith shouted "you'd better not be getting naked in there! and if you are, use a condom! i'm too young and fabulous to be an auntie!"

they paused for a moment, staring at each other before they burst out laughing.

"come on, let's head back down. you won't want to miss this, especially if you've never seen a puppy bowl before." yn beamed, slipping out from underneath lance and passing him his shirt. "stay here tonight?"

she could have sworn she saw a blush take over his pale features. "you really want me to?"

"yeah. yeah, i do."

still smiling, the went back to the living room with rosy cheeks and intertwined hands. elle and faith were sitting next to each other on the l-shaped couch, their boyfriends on their other sides. the "L" of the couch was still available, and lance was all to eager to cuddle up with his sweet girl.

"hey, man. sorry about the super bowl thing." brad said apologetically. "we did it to james too, but we meant nothing by it. you're a great guy, welcome to the group."

"thanks man." lance grinned, reaching over to give brad a fist bump.

"guys, guys!" elle shouted. "it's starting!"

"that's him, the cocker spaniel is my guy!" james yelled, jabbing his finger at a cocker spaniel named sparkles that was trotting onto the green.

yn's heart melted as she saw the puppies take their places at the start. if she had the space (or the money) she'd adopt one of the puppies herself.

"we should get a dog." lance whispered behind her.

"babe, where is the dog going to stay? we don't even live together."

"we can coparent." he insisted. "come on, look at that dachshund with the tiny legs and big eyes. is she not the cutest thing you've ever seen?"

well, lance had a point there. the doxie, named peanut, was adorable, the way she trotted across the green, trying to tug the squishy football from the mouth of a labrador three times her size.

"one day. i promise you that. but let's get through the housing crisis first." she insisted, kissing lance softly. "let's be dog parents."

her phone buzzed by her thigh where she left it on the couch, the screen lighting up with messages to the roommate group chat.

ellie: he's a keeper! such a sweetie!

faith: keep him!!! you guys are so good together <3

she smiled to herself, resting her head against lance's chest. he curled an arm around her, pressing his lips to the side of her head.

"i love you." he whispered, running a hand up and down her arm.

"love you too." she smiled, sinking into him.

"james!" faith shouted in the background. "no more beers for you! get a goddamn glass of water!"

[1for5]

yes im changing

paige bueckers x reader

(paige x uconn psychology student!reader)

synopsis: with y/n being in a new environment, still facing rejection, how can she bounce back?

materlist

chapter 7

“you know y/n, at this point i just think that you have a liking for me. if you don’t then.. why is my name and jersey number at the back of your shirt?”

y/n’s eyes widened, and check the name at the back of her shirt. it said bueckers with the jersey number 5. she immediately explained that aubrey gave it to her.

“i do not have a crush on you! don’t be so much of an assumer. aubrey gave it to me” y/n denied. “i left the shirt?” paige asked aubrey, furrowing her eyebrows. “think so. didn’t know that it has a name at the back..” aubrey explained nonchalantly and grabbed her phone. paige and y/n just shrugged it off, and waited for the game to start.

in a groupchat, the messages were going wild.

nika

AUBREY YOU’RE SO DONE

aubrey

atp why can’t they realize they love messing with each other because they want each others attention 🤦‍♀️

azzi

you’re so smart aubrey i love you

nika

cant believe we have to do their own first moves

kk

LIKEEEEE

never seen paige so happy when she messes with y/n

ice

paige is literally stopping her smile right now 😭

q

and i thought y/n is a psychology student 🤷‍♀️


the messages stopped after awhile just before as the game started. everyone had fun, the team jumping when the uconn team makes a point, and shouting uconn chants every now and then.

after the football game, uconn fortunately won, and everyone’s school spirit were showing. the women’s basketball team all decided to get uber eats and eat at paige and azzi’s dorm.

when they arrived at the dorm, y/n asked the team if she can leave, as she didn’t want to feel left out due to the fact that she isn’t part of the team or even as active as them in sports.

everyone started saying no, they all genuinely wanted y/n to be there. she is always a good company.

the team ordered wingstop, and thought of what to do for the night. some suggested karaoke, dance battle, but truth or dare (or shots) won for the night, everyone was just in their mood to feel oozy.

the food finally arrived, and they all immediately started to eat. after some time, azzi brought beer, tequila specifically.

play: anytime by sza

“okay lets get this party started!!! we have a very very special guest today….. y/n!” azzi playfully said. everyone got hyped and started the game.

“okay so truth or dare. if you don’t want to answer the question or do the dare, you get a shot” nika explained, and got a water bottle to spin. she then spinned, and the bottle’s cap pointed at kk.

“KK!!!!” everyone laughed. “truth or dare boo” aaliyah asked. “dare boo!” kk answered. “okay.. we dare you to sing a cover and send it to coach geno!”

kk was up for it, and sang saturn by sza to coach geno via dms, with many voice cracks and flat notes. everyone was laughing and having fun, with kk being proud of herself. coach geno replied when he got the message, and sent a “😂” and a “just stick with basketball.”

kk now turned the bottle around, which pointed at aubrey. “im choosing truth!” aubrey exclaimed. azzi had a question in mind, and asked who aubreys current liking was. aubrey got shy and answered that she’s been eyeing a junior in the uconn women’s volleyball team.

everyone was shocked, asking if they have talked already or how aubrey discovered her. “nah uh, only one question per turn!” aubrey didn’t ask answer questions, spinning the bottle.

it pointed at paige, with her choosing dare. the team then asked her to text her ex an “i miss you.” paige was always one who does dares, but for this one time, she hesitated. paige wasn’t sure why.

“uhm the girl from lsu?” paige asked, giving her time tho think about it. “duh! she’d always be there whenever we have games and still cheered for uconn even if she’s from lsu” ice mentioned. paige now decided to not send a text, she didn’t want to associate herself from love interests. she didn’t want y/n to witness that, and she didn’t know why.

“i dont know ice, i’ll drink this shot” paige

drank her shot, and everyone in the room felt silent.

do-do you even know im alive?

this was their first time seeing the person who never drinks for a game actually drinking because of a game. either way, the team didn’t force paige and continued to have the fun atmosphere.

paige looked around, and saw y/n get up, maybe getting more snacks. paige is now starting to realize how pretty y/n was. paige thought that the “y/n” effect was coming from y/n wearing her jersey. it just simply felt weird for someone in the team (or atleast close to the team) wear her jersey. but she felt nothing when kk wore it.. or when nika wore it.

paige shrugged off the feeling, and spinned the bottle. the bottle pointed at nika, who chose dare. kk had a “good” idea in mind, which was to have nika film a tiktok, as she isn’t always in the team’s tiktoks.

nika groaned but got up, and kk then showed her an easy tiktok dance. y/n and the team then decided to all join her which ended in pure chaos and fun. after the tiktok, everyone got back at their seats still laughing.

nika spinned the bottle, and it now pointed at y/n. y/n said truth, and people were contemplating on what to ask her. q then got an idea, “in the team, who would you like the kiss the most.” q asked. a bunch of “OOOOs” followed.

do-do you even know im alive?

y/n wasn’t sure. scratch that, she was scared. her first thought was paige. she didn’t know what to feel and do, since she thought that she had always disliked the basketball player. was she into paige the whole time, using her “dislike” antics to get paige’s attention?

y/n was taking awhile, the others already asking the same question. instead of answering, she drank her shot instead. everyone was saying “AWWWs” and “NOOOOs.”

the psychology student looked around and saw paige looking at her, like the basketballer didn’t know whether to be happy or not, but y/n just shrugged it off, just like paige.

after many rounds of truth or dare, everyone is either tipsy or wasted. it was around 1am, and they all decided to call it a day night. it was late, and most didn’t seem to be in their proper minds and behavior (some were just really lazy) to come walk back to their dorms, so they all decided to have a sleepover.

y/n was positioned on the couch. everyone said their goodnights, and close the lights. y/n tried to sleep, but with the many thoughts in her mind she cant. she thought about her research, which was due in a month, stressing her out.


she then thought about paige.

do you even know im alive? do you even know?

she can’t comprehend as to why she loved messing around with paige, and why she loved seeing paige give her a negative reaction, but from all these experiences, why was she the first girl she thought of kissing?

after an hour of y/n just looking at the ceiling, she finally got sleep.

-

in the morning, y/n was awoken up by many notifications, with kk and azzi being on their phones and screaming. “goodmorning guys, what happened?” y/n asked, stretching her arms.

“brace yourself, you can scream as loud as you want since it’s just us three. the others went to dunkin and bought breakfast, they might take time” kk explained.

azzi gave y/n her cellphone, with a post from uconn’s freedom wall.

uconn freedom wall entry #0105

paige and y/n are dating. the uconn wbb went to the football game, and y/n was with them. she was wearing paige’s jersey shirt. they weren’t seated beside each other, but they kept on glancing at each other, i was near their seat. can’t believe a freshman bagged paige bueckers 🤷‍♀️

comments:

huzkieeees: explained their nonstop bickering

paigefan: NOOOOO

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zo’s notes: hope you guys enjoyed! sorry for being ia

taglist: @h34rtsformilli @imsobabygiirl @aerinaga @pinkandlilacroses

[joostsblog]

caught in the middle part five: guilty as sin? ~ a Ski Aggu / Joost Klein x reader series

My masterlist here ✨💌 caught in the middle series masterlist here

Pairing: Ski Aggu x female!reader + Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: Joost is right there. And Aggu isn't. And there's this yearning in your chest you can't quite ignore.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: my sincerest apologies to the aggu girlies for the drama that's about to unfold, this is a good reminder that this is still a work of fiction and not an attempt to accurately portray the characters of these people 🫶🫶🫶

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, consumption of alcohol, cigarettes and w33d, not proofread

Weeks had passed. Joost had been in and out of Berlin. And you and Aggu were still seeing each other in secret. After hangouts with your friends, you would sneak off to each other places and end up tangled in the sheets. But you also noticed that Aggu was sometimes hard to get a hold of. Sometimes he wouldn't reply to your messages for a day and you would be left wondering if you were too clingy for him. But whenever he would end up in your bed by the end of the day your worries vanished. You were ready to give him the benefit of the doubt, after all, you had been dating for only a few weeks now. You were still at the beginning of your new relationship.

My place. 8pm. byob.

Bianca had texted into the group chat that afternoon. It turned out that Aggu wouldn't be able to attend this time but you thought it was alright. You were happy to spend a night with your friends anyway and you were happy enough when Joost walked into Bianca's apartment at half past 9. You had hugged and updated each other about your life as you hadn't seen each other since Joost had been in Berlin the last time. You ended up spending hours on Bianca's balcony sipping beers, smoking cigarettes and Joost even taking a few drags from the joint you had brought even though he swore that he had quit smoking weed. Whenever you talked to Joost you held off talking about Aggu. You had told two of your closest friends about your relationship with him but with Joost, you would feel weird.

You were sure Joost already knew anyway.

But the truth was that you somehow wished Joost didn't know. That he thought you were single and with no one. And the truth was that whenever Joost cracked a joke and your name escaped his lips your heart fluttered in response. He made you feel so special even though he didn't even try. And when you watched his face intently as he told you a story about a crazy night out in Amsterdam you secretly wondered what it would feel like to feel those lips against yours.

But then you were painfully reminded of that morning when Joost had turned up on your doorway and found you and Aggu looking disheveled after what was probably were obviously a night you had spent together.

Joost watched you intensely through his glasses as you were sat across the balcony. The first thing he had noticed about you that night was the fact that you wore the football jersey he had gifted you and his chest had immediately filled with pride. There was something so special about seeing you in that shirt. It made him feel close and important to you at a time when he had to watch his close friend Aggu be even closer and more important to you. It somehow served as a brief glimpse into an alternate reality where you would be his wholy.

That longing in his chest only intensified over the night and maybe it was this fact mixed with the absence of Aggu and the alcohol and weed in his bloodstream which gave Joost some ideas.

When it was 2 am you said you wanted to go home and Joost stretched out his arms with a yawn before getting up as well.

"Let's walk home?" he suggested and you raised your eyebrow. Your place was a 25-minute walk away, Joost's place certainly was not. But you didn't dare to object. You had nothing against Joost's company, quite the opposite actually.

The first few minutes were spent quiet as you walked beside each other. You were vigilant of every beat your heart made in your chest as it sounded much louder than you would have hoped. The ensuing conversation with Joost still managed to calm you while there was still some sort of nervousness which persisted in your chest for some reason.

"Look at the moon," you exclaimed as you stopped in the middle of the bridge which led across the Spree. You pointed to the moon which was almost full and illuminated the night streets of Berlin. Joost stopped beside you to admire the view across the city. "So pretty," you sighed.

"So pretty," Joost murmured in agreement and when you turned your head to look at him you found him looking at you instead of the night sky.

"Heeey," you laughed weakly as blood rushed to your cheeks.

Your eyes were locked with Joost's and there was a strong yearning in your chest like a string that pulled you into him. In secret, you wished that there was something in Joost that made him also long for you, something you almost didn't dare to think about.

You noticed that you held your breath as you didn't dare to break this moment between you two. As you let the air fill your lungs again you noticed that you and Joost had stepped closer to each other and you almost felt like in a trance when Joost slowly leaned down to you. You longed for his touch and wished for the kiss you were now certain would happen.

Your eyes were about to close to fully lean into the kiss as Aggu popped into your mind. You reflexively turned your head and Joost's lips planted a kiss on your cheek instead of your mouth.

"Oh," Joost said and stepped back. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine," you said. "I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean to overstep," Joost said and your heart hurt as you watched him in front of you. "You don't have to feel sorry if you don't feel about me that way."

It hurt you to think that Joost thought you didn't want him.

"No, that's not it," you said and you wondered whether you should say the thing you wanted to say, cautious of the consequences. "I do feel that way about you," you said. "It's just that me and Aggu...," you continued and Joost nodded. "I thought you might know that we're together."

There was a silence between you and the unsaid implication. Why would you kiss me if you knew that me and Aggu were together?

Joost seemed to think for a second before he cautiously asked. "Together?" he paused. "I didn't know that."

You raised your eyebrows in confusion.

"I assumed Aggu told you about us," you stated.

"He did," Joost confirmed which only confused you more. "He just didn't tell me that you were officially together."

"Well," you said with a soft laugh. "I guess he never asked me to be his girlfriend or anything," you said and suddenly there was a creeping suspicion in you that something might be wrong. "But we're together, yes," you assured Joost and also yourself in a way.

"Okay," Joost nodded to himself.

Another pause before he spoke again.

"I'm just...," Joost said unsure how to word what he wanted to say.

"What?" you asked as you grew impatient.

"Nothing," Joost sensed your unease. "Maybe you need to talk to Aggu about this."

"What? About you trying to kiss me? I don't think Aggu needs to know about that," you said and Joost's heart sunk into his stomach.

"No," he said. "About your relationship status."

"Alright," you said definitely to put an end to this conversation. "I don't think this is your thing to worry about. Let's walk home."

"Okay."

As Joost's eyes focused on the street ahead his eyes started to burn and he tried to swallow down the tears that were dangerously close to escaping his eyes.

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Summer | Wanda Maximoff

A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story

Summary: Summer in Westview is quite the adventure :)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Mild language, innuendo

Word Count: 2.7K

Masterlist

The week you took vacation from work was the hottest week on record for the small suburban town of Westview, New Jersey.  There were a million things on your to do list, but the sweltering heat and stifling humidity sapped all of your energy.  The shed needed to be painted, the driveway needed resealing, and you promised Wanda that you’d finally go through the boxes of “stuff” that were sitting in the basement.  Yet all you wanted to do was sit on the back porch with a beer, work on your tan, and stare out over the sparkling ripples of water in the pool that you didn’t have…until today.

It was meant to be a surprise for Billy and Tommy, but you and Wanda both had to admit that you were excited, too.  Talk of a pool started as a joke.  The idea of actually going through with it seemed absurd at first: the yard wasn’t all too big, taking care of a pool was a lot of work, it wasn’t exactly cheap to have it installed in the first place…your shared list of excuses stretched on and on.  Yet the more the two of you joked about it, the more you found yourselves falling in love with the idea of your own personal oasis.

Keeping the pool a secret wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be.  Although Billy and Tommy often made passing remarks about wanting a pool as the temperature rose, Wanda kept them in check with a smart remark about money not growing on trees or an eye roll.  More often than not they dropped the subject.  But it was frequently followed by a subtle smirk or knowing glance in your direction: the boys had no idea what was coming.

On this hot and hazy Thursday morning, after Billy and Tommy were picked up by the school bus on their way to summer day camp, the local pool installation company pulled into the driveway.  Since you were getting an above ground pool, it would be finished before the boys got home from camp.

“So who’s gonna get in the water first?” you asked Wanda as you sat in your Adirondack chairs on the back porch.  “Billy or Tommy?”

“Tommy.  Definitely.  I’m not even sure he’ll change out of his clothes before he jumps in,” Wanda chuckled.  She swirled her straw around the glass of freshly squeezed iced tea, the ice cubes clanking around the glass as she looked out at the two workers setting up the walls of the pool.

“And you’re sure we can’t get in as soon as they’re done filling it up?  That we have to wait for the boys to get home?”

“Y/N-”

“Only kidding, my love,” you retorted.  Truthfully you weren’t kidding.  The donut floaty wasn’t for them…

******

“Still can’t believe we actually did this,” you thought aloud, skimming your hand across the surface of the water.  The sun bounced its crisp surface as the blue liner sparkled brightly underneath the ripples.  You smiled as your fingers broke the surface.  

“The boys are going to love it,” Wanda replied as she splashed the water around.  

“Yeah, sure, they’ll love it, but think of all the fun we’ll have with it.”

“Oh?”

“Two words: skinny dipping.”  

“Y/N!” Wanda blushed bright red at your devilish thought, but you knew that she was just as excited about the prospect of a late night nude swim as you were.  You ducked out of the way when she splashed water in your direction.  “We have neighbors!”

“And-?”

“I don’t think Agnes would appreciate seeing either of us naked.”

“We don’t know that,” you answered with a knowing grin.

“Keep it up and you’ll be the one going in the pool with your clothes on,” she warned.  Suddenly Wanda reached for her pocket, her soft marimba text tone echoing softly against the soft hum of the pool pump.  “Shit,” she muttered.

“What?”

“Kate called out, they’re one girl short for the 3-11 shift,” Wanda sighed.

“Do you want to go in?” you asked.

“Not really, but it looks like I’ll have to.”  Wanda placed her phone in her back pocket, rubbing her temples as she stared into the pool.

“Hey, don’t worry about it.  I can watch the boys tonight.  It’ll be some good bonding time for us.”

“No, I know you can watch them, I just wanted to be home for this tonight.”

“I mean I don’t know about them but I think I can find a way to make it up to you later,” you teased with a wink.  Wanda merely shook her head and smiled as she headed back inside.

“Sex isn’t always the answer to everything, Y/N,” she replied over her shoulder.

“Who said I was talking about sex?!”

******

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” You extended both arms in front of you as Billy and Tommy jumped off the school bus and ran up the front porch.

“He did it!” Tommy yelled, pointing an accusing finger at his twin.

“What did I do?” Billy exclaimed.  “Whatever it is, he did it!”  The accusation sent the two into a back and forth of hearsay until you managed to intervene before push came to shove.

“Woah!  Take it easy, dudes.  No one’s in trouble.  Your mom got called into work so it’s just us tonight.  Which is cool.  We were just gonna grill up some burgers for dinner later, but there is a surprise for you in the backyard.”

“Dirt bikes?!” Tommy asked giddily.

“A trampoline?!” Billy asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

“Why don’t you go out back and check it out for yourself?”  You grinned at them as you lowered your arms, allowing them to push each other out of the way as they trampled up the steps of the front porch.  “Don’t kill each other before you get there!”

Before long shouts and cries of awe and excitement echoed from the backyard.  There was no doubt that they were overjoyed at the sight of the brand new pool.  It didn’t take that much longer for them to rid themselves of their backpacks and t-shirts and scramble into the crisp, cool water.  You laughed to yourself, extremely grateful that you yourself didn’t have to wait any longer to indulge.  Throwing on your swim trunks, which you pre-set in the downstairs bathroom, you practically dove in on top of the boys.  

The three of you spent the next few hours splashing about in the cool water.  Billy was the first one to find your donut floaty, much to your chagrin.  You instantly felt you had to reclaim your rightful place on said floaty so naturally you flipped him off and climbed inside.  That started an intense game of king of the hill.  Tommy convinced Billy to team up against you.  They attempted to sneak around you and swim up from underneath the floaty in an effort to flip you over.  They failed.  Multiple times.  Eventually you ended up dunking both of them, flipping them off the floaty after they thought they had you beat.  

Once you were thoroughly waterlogged, you grabbed your towel to dry off.  The boys begged to stay in just a little bit longer.  You relented only on the condition that nobody mention it to Wanda.  That was the mantra of the evening: don’t tell Wanda.  Don’t tell Wanda you flipped both boys underwater, don’t tell Wanda you let them stay in the pool for as long as they did, and definitely don’t tell Wanda how you accidentally set Agnes’ tree on fire.

******

“Y/N, are you sure you were a Boy Scout?” Tommy asked as you failed to spark the bonfire for the dozenth time.

“I don’t think he was a real Boy Scout ‘cause we’d definitely have a huge fire by now,” Billy whispered rather loudly to Tommy.  

“Either one of you think you could do a better job?”  You twisted around, lighter alternating between their reluctant faces.  The stunned silence gave you their answer.  “That’s what I thought,” you responded as you turned back to the firepit.  Standing there, hands on your hips, you harrumphed at the pitiful pile of sticks in front of you.  Normally it was no trouble starting a fire.  You’d done it plenty of times before.  Something just wasn’t working. 

“Now what?” Billy asked, his head cocked at an angle as he watched you staring at the pit.  

Sighing, you rubbed your temples as you weighed your options.  There was no way you were going to let the night end without some sort of pyrotechnic display.  That and you really wanted a s’more.  So there was only one real option left: a little bit of help.

“Hey Tommy, can you go grab the can of gas from the garage?  And Billy, can you go grab the newspaper from the counter?”

“Seriously?  Mom’s gonna kill you,” Billy told you.

“And that’s why we’re not going to tell her about this, okay?”  Billy, always his mother’s son, rolled his eyes before heading to the kitchen.  Tommy, on the other hand, sprinted toward the garage.  Once the boys returned, you doused the kindling with the accelerant and wadded up the newspaper, stuffing it in every nook and cranny.  “Alright, now stand back.  I don’t want you two too close in case this thing goes poof.”  Grabbing the box of matches, you struck three against the side of the box and tossed them onto the pile.

The resulting explosion was impressive to say the least.  The shockwave from the ignition caused you to stumble backwards as a fireball shot high into the sky.  Billy and Tommy both cheered as the fire came into existence, but they weren’t the only ones yelling.

“MY TREE’S ON FIRE!” Agnes yelled out the window.  “YOU SET MY TREE ON FIRE!  WHY IS MY TREE ON FIRE?!”

“Shit!” you muttered as you raced for the hose.  You apologized profusely as you sprayed the water over Agnes’ tree and the fire itself, extinguishing everything until it was a smoldering mess.  The boys muttered to themselves the entire time, watching wide eyed as you scrambled to put out the fire and Agnes leaned out her bedroom window in her nightgown to yell at you about trying to kill her.

“Does this fall under the ‘don’t tell mom’ category?” Billy asked not-so-innocently.

“Breathe a word of this to your mother and I drain the pool.”

******

Wanda returned from her shift around 11:30.  The boys were already asleep and you were on the couch with another beer trying to figure out how to keep Wanda from learning about your near-disaster with the bonfire.  It felt like the future of your relationship rested on how well Billy and Tommy could keep their mouths shut.

“Hey,” Wanda called softly as you heard her bag thud to the floor.  “How’d it go with the boys?”

“Oh you know,” you replied.  “They kept trying to drown each other in the pool and then when I got in they tried to drown me.”  

“And everyone tells me boys are easier than girls,” Wanda sighed.  “Or at least that’s what Agnes tells me.  She tells me a lot of things, you know.”

“Oh?”  Shit.  She knew.  “Like what?”

“Like how you practically blew up the neighborhood a few hours ago.”  Wanda stood in front of you, her arms crossed as she glared down at you.

“Okay she’s exaggerating.  It wasn’t the whole neighborhood, it was just the backyard.”  That wasn’t making things any better.  Wanda continued glaring at you.  You couldn’t tell whether she was going to murder you in your sleep or do it right there.   

“It’s a good thing I love you, mister, or you’d be sleeping on the couch for a month,” she scolded as she shook her head.  You gulped as a wave of relief flooded over your body.  “Now how’s the water?”

“What?”

“The water.  In the pool.  How is it?”

“Uhh fine, good.  Refreshing?  Wanda-”

“Come on,” she said, extending her hand.  “Let’s go for a swim.”

“Now?!  Wanda, it’s almost midnight!”

“And?” she replied as she pulled her t-shirt off.

“You brought your swimsuit to work?” you asked, casually pointing at her burnt orange bikini top.  “You brought a bikini to work?”  You were practically drooling as Wanda undid the buttons on her jean shorts, sliding them down her legs and kicking them in your direction.  All she did was smirk.  “Goddamn, woman.”

“Go get yours on and meet me outside.”  She turned on her heel and walked toward the backyard, her bikini bottoms leaving nothing to the imagination.  

You raced upstairs for your swim trunks, the other pair you knew Wanda would love.  There was no way you’d wear these ones around the boys for obvious reasons, but around your lover?  Without a second thought.  The bright red, three inch, leave nothing to the imagination shorts were packed deep in the depths of your underwear drawer.  You pulled them out, quickly exchanging your gym shorts for the trunks before dashing back downstairs.

Wanda was already in the pool by the time you got outside.  In the pale moonlight, your girlfriend was ethereal.  The light reflected off her pale skin, dancing on the soft ripples of water.  She was sitting in your donut floaty.  Her head rested on the plastic frosting and her eyes were closed in a state of relaxation.  Her feet kicked lazily in the cool water, beads of water rolling down her legs as she let the stress of her unexpected shift melt off her.  She looked absolutely at peace.  

Yeah, we’re gonna fix that, you thought as you walked over to the pool.  Taking great care, you climbed the ladder as quietly as you could and entered the water with the utmost stillness you could muster.  You shivered as the water creeped up your legs and over your waist as you crouched down.  The pool wasn’t too big so you didn’t have far to swim.  As soon as you were underneath Wanda, you pushed against the bottom of the pool and upward, completely tossing her off the floaty and into the water.  

Wanda screeched as she felt herself fly off the floaty and into the water.  She kicked and sputtered as she came up for air. You, on the other hand, were doubled over in laughter.

“What the HELL, Y/N?!” Wanda shouted as you continued laughing.  

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized between laughs.  Wanda looked absolutely furious as she cocked her head at you, pushing a wet strand of hair out of her face.  

“Fine.  If that’s how you want it.”  With that, Wanda began wading over toward you with a devilish look in her eyes.  

“Wanda, what are-?” Before you could finish your thought, your girlfriend wrapped you in her strong arms and practically body slammed you underwater.  The waves crashed over you again and again before settling.  “Not fair!” you sputtered, coughing up the water you were currently choking on.

“You started it!” Wanda reminded you.

“You’re insufferable.”

“And your dick looks huge in those trunks,” she smirked, glancing down at the shorts that had practically molded themselves to your body.

“Didn’t think I needed the trunks for that statement to be true, Wands,” you replied cheekily.

“Oh you don’t.  I’m just admiring the presentation, that’s all.”  Wanda waded toward you as she continued to eye your bulge.  “And you’ve even got it wrapped up in a nice bow.  How thoughtful.” 

“Here?  Right now?” Your heart caught in your throat as she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of your shorts.

“Weren’t you the one who suggested we go skinny dipping earlier?”

“Come on babe, I was just joking.”

“I know,” Wanda chuckled as she tugged your waistband toward her.  “I’m just teasing.  But I think you could stand to loosen up a little.”  

“I…you’re not wrong there.”  You shook your head as you laughed at her.

“The boys asleep?” she asked, glancing up toward their room.  You nodded, noticing the lack of light coming from the room.  “Basement?”

“Works for me,” you shrugged.  You yelped as Wanda snapped your waistband back against you. 

“Come on, tiger.  I don’t wanna wait much longer.”

[octuscle]

H hello sir

I’m a first time chronivac user and I don't really know how to use it, could you help me ?

I want to become a chav/skinhead

They always fascinated me, all tuff and courageous, always drinking beer and wearing cool clothes the way they speak and probably ejaculating always

Im quite sheltered and lonely, just wanted a change

Could you help me understand this app?

Mate, you are now 44 years old and a clerk at an insurance company. The idea that you could become a chav comes rather late to you, doesn't it? But don't worry, we'll manage it. We take the setting "Retroactive change with age reduction". Speed one year per hour. This means that every hour you will become one year younger. And at the same time you get a different biography for one year longer. I already have the perfect target image for you.

Friday, 16:00. Let's go! You go out with your colleagues for a beer in the pub to start the weekend. But your colleagues are bored. They only talk about work. And seriously: You're not interested in your work when you're in the office. A few times you try to change the conversation to soccer or boxing. But your colleagues are merciless. Miserable sycophants and careerists. After an hour, you say goodbye and look for a sports bar. Your club is about to play.

This place looks very much to your taste. In front of the bar, a few lads hang out with the right jerseys. Well, you're still standing here in the suit from the office. But nobody cares. You take a cigarette out of your jacket pocket and join the lads in getting ready for the game.

8:00 p.m. What a game! It was on the line. But you rocked it! You get the beer shower with full force. Fuck it! The atmosphere is boiling. You take off your wet shirt and jacket. And celebrate with your mates! Just as you go out to smoke another cigarette, a few fans of the opposing team come by. You yell what kind of losers they are. And the first fists fly. But the last four years in the boxing club have paid off. Of course you have to take a beating. Damn, the nose is probably broken. But the others look worse…

22:00. You stand in your ruined clothes with your bloodied face in a doorway and piss. Fuck, you're drunk… But the evening can't possibly be over already. At your home around the corner you will certainly find another party. But first you have to change your clothes. You sit down in the bus and play with your cell phone. A few of the lads are still sitting in the park. You promise to be there in an hour with a few beers.

There, that's better. Tracksuit. Your best gold chain hangs in front of your chest. And your feet are in stinky white socks. Now it's the weekend! One of the mates has his boombox with him. The beer is warm and tastes like piss. But you have your fun. And thanks to the victory of your team there is also something to celebrate. Shit, you are horny… You can't help but jerk off. One of you had to start. And then you cum on each other's soccer jerseys. It's bad that the police comes by at that moment. Residents had complained about the noise in the park.

It's 3:00 a.m. when you leave the police station again after lengthy instructions. Hey, this should not be the first time this weekend that you come into contact with the cops. Two of the mates come with you to the apartment. For one last beer. And a hot threesome.

Fuck, it's 08:00 o'clock when you wake up. The shift would have started two hours ago. Ten calls in the absence of your boss. That's a thunderstorm. You have to promise to suck him off after his shift. And to take the early shift tomorrow morning. Fuck, Sunday mornings are always the worst for street cleaning. You know that because you make a lot of garbage yourself on Saturday night. At least you can lie down again after a smoke and a sip of stale warm beer.

14:00. Process completed. Here you are: A 22-year-old crook. Without a completed education. You'll be lucky if the money is occasionally enough for a new tattoo. But boi! You have fun in life!

[ladylooch]

Emma being a big sister to jack and Luke hughes

🤭 hehehehe. Oh Jack is so glad he didn't have an older sister after this.

My left eye puckers from a distinct twitch. Lexi is talking to me about her most recent irritation with being 8 months pregnant and hating how much Nico is gone. But I can barely listen. Instead, my eyes are focused on the Hughes brothers who have set up shop at the end of the table, schmoozing and flirting with women who came here with sinister thoughts.

“Em.” Lexi whines, grabbing at my forearm as Nico and Timo return. “I need your support! I’m about to cut this baby out of me myself.”

“Yeah, it’s like that sometimes.” I shrug, ripping at my cocktail napkin.

“Here you go baby.” My brother murmurs to Lexi, leaning down to give her a kiss. She frowns down at the soda water with a lime.

“Take a sip of your beer and kiss me.” She snaps, gripping the middle of his sweatshirt and pulling his face to hers. 

“Remember those days?” Timo chuckles as he sits down next to me, smooching my cheek.

“Yeah.” I sigh, taking a big sip of my Cosmopolitan. “Mmmm.” I’m glad to not be the pregnant one with the heat we’ve had since returning to New Jersey.

“Bitch.” Lexi mumbles.

My eyes float back over to the Hughes boys again. I frown deeply at the woman fawning over Luke. She is way too…. Bleh to be talking to him and leaning in so enthralled with every word. And what the hell is Jack doing letting his little brother drink a beer so openly? He should be at least wrapping it up in a napkin.  The three other family members of mine talk together at the table without me about the newest Hischier joining us in a few weeks.

“Em.” Timo eventually pokes at my side.

I don’t respond. Instead, my eyes are laser focused on the blonde who is too damn close to Luke for my liking.

“Baby, I need to go to the bathroom.” I say to Timo abruptly. He stands, then watches me walk immediately in the opposite direction of the restroom. Luke chokes on his drink as I come to drop my full weight onto his thigh. His hand immediately goes around my hips, practically quivering, as I toss a casual arm over his shoulder. My pink finger nail pokes into Jack’s bicep.

“Who is your brother’s friend?” I ask Jack pointedly. He furrows his eyebrows at me, then looks behind us assumingely at my husband.

“Ah… Katie or something?” He motions with his drink then shrugging like he doesn’t care. I don’t even need to say anything. My look to Luke’s older brother says it all. “Ladies, thanks for keeping us company but ah… mom’s here now and it’s about our curfew.”

“You calling me old?” I quip back with a snort.

“No. I’m calling you a helicopter parent. Poor Lio.”

“Hey. Show some respect to your mother.” Timo snaps as he comes up, resting a hand behind Luke on the bar. “And get your hand higher than that, kid.” Luke blushes a deep red, taking a big gulp of his Coors Light. His hand stays in place on my left hip.

“Luke, I expect this from Jack, but not you.” I brush a curl off his forehead. He blushes deeper. 

“He’s a bad influence.” Luke mumbles.

“And to think you’ve been nominated for the Lady Byng. What is so gentlemanly about a different woman every night?” I tisk. “Guess this is why you don’t win.”

“Fuc-” He cuts himself off with an exasperated sip of his drink. 

“Take care of your brother. Or I’ll tell your real mom.” I retort. I kiss Luke’s cheek, then pats his shoulder before walking back to the table. 

Nico grins as I sit back down at our booth.

“I tried to tell him you would be visiting if he didn’t wrap it up.” 

“Some things Jack Hughes needs to learn the hard way.” I respond after watching Jack and Luke filter back to the rest of the single guys, forgetting about the vultures for the night.

[thebreweryblazer]

Untied Brewing Company, New Providence, New Jersey - Union County

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 7.27

Holidays

Bagpipe Appreciation Day

Barbie-In-A-Blender Day

Blackberry Day (French Republic)

Boeing 727 Day

Bugs Bunny Day

Conmemoración del Asalto a Moncada (Cuba)

Cross-Atlantic Communication Day

Day of Victory in the Great Fatherland Liberation War (North Korea)

Dodge City Days begin (Kansas)

Expose Lying Ministers Day

Form A Company Quartet Day

Gary Gygax Day

Iglesia ni Cristo Day (Philippines)

International Stray Dog Day

José Celso Barbosa Day (Puerto Rico)

Love is Kind Day

Martyrs and Wounded Soldiers Day (Vietnam)

Medical Worker Day

Miracle Treat Day

Nano Dibas (india)

National Blunt Object Day

National Carson Day

National Korean War Veterans Armistice Day

National Nancy Day

National New Jersey Day

National Renée Day

National Roanoke Community Beautification Day

National Sheila Day

National Sleepy Head Day (Finland)

Norfolk Day (UK)

Over the Moon Night (Cows and Spoons)

Pediatrics Day (Brazil)

Périers Day (France)

Purple Loosestrife Day

Remembrance Day (Vietnam)

Remembrance Day of the Children-Victims of War in Donbass (Donetsk People’s Republic)

Retail Trade Worker’s Day (Russia)

Seven Sleepers Day (Ancient Latvia)

727 Day

Siebenschläfer (if it rains today, 7 more weeks of rain; Germany)

Stargate SG-1 Day

Take Your Houseplants For A Walk Day

Take Your Pants For A Walk Day

Tasoua Hosseini (Iram)

TR-727 Day

Victory Day (North Korea)

Vipers Day (Uganda)

Walk On Stilts Day

War Martyrs’ and Invalids’ Day (Vietnam)

World Citizen Day

World Head & Neck Cancer Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Crème Brûlée Day (also 7.21)

National Chicken Tender Day (a.k.a. National Chicken Finger Day)

National Scotch Day (a.k.a. Scotch Whisky Day)

National Scotch Egg Day

National Seltzer Day

Single Malt Day

4th & Last Saturday in July

Aunties Day [4th Saturday]

Day of Lament [Last Saturday]

international Decora Day [4th Saturday]

International Myotonic Dystrophy Family Day [4th Saturday]

National Dance Day [Last Saturday]

National Day of the American Cowboy [4th Saturday]

National Drowning Prevention Day [4th Saturday]

National Drowning Prevention Day (Canada) [Last Saturday]

National Self Storage Day [4th Saturday]

National Water Gun Fight Day [Last Saturday]

Paddle for Perthes Disease Awareness Day [4th Saturday]

Pierce County Trails Day [Last Saturday]

Procession of the Witches (Beselare, Belgium) [Last Sunday, Every Other Year; Uneven]

Session Beer Fest Day [4th Saturday]

Tsushima Tennoo Matsuri (津島天王祭り; Shōjō Festival, Japan) [Begins 4th Saturday night]

Ukrainian Canadian Heritage Day (Manitoba) [Last Saturday]

World Ivermectin Day [4th Saturday]

Independence & Related Days

Domolica (Declared; 2013) [unrecognized]

Guanduania (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Weekly Holidays beginning July 27 (4th Week of July)

Kaljakellunta 2024 (Beer Floating Festival, near Helsinki, Finland) [Weekend varies] (

[nwbeerguide]

Sapporo-Stone Brewing extends an offer to Joel Pipman, as its VP of Brewing Operations

Press Release

ESCONDIDO, CA ... Sapporo-Stone Brewing announces the addition of Joel Pipman, VP Brewing Operations to oversee the company’s bi-coastal breweries. Pipman brings 19 years of brewery experience in the areas of brewing, packaging, quality assurance, utilities, business administration, engineering, maintenance and leadership.

Pipman will be based in Richmond, VA where Sapporo-Stone Brewing will be producing about half of its beers, shipping to the Eastern and Central U.S. and abroad. He will oversee operations at both bi-coastal breweries in the primary leadership role.

“Sapporo-Stone's quality culture enticed me to join this great team,” explained Joel Pipman, Sapporo-Stone Brewing’s incoming VP Brewing Operations. “I look forward to helping the team reach its goals and am excited to brew a lot of awesome beer together.”

Sapporo-Stone’s leadership team is designed to meet the unique needs of a large brewery producing the number one selling Asian beer brand in the U.S. and innovative craft offerings. Pipman will guide the team through ongoing growth and innovation, ensuring consistency across both breweries and meeting the exact specifications of Sapporo’s beers.

Pipman spent the last five years as Senior Brewmaster for Anheuser-Busch in Williamsburg, VA. Prior, he held roles in engineering, quality assurance, finance, and maintenance at Anheuser-Busch breweries in Newark, New Jersey and St. Louis, Missouri. Pipman holds a degree in Chemical Engineering from The Pennsylvania State University with a Master’s in Business Administration from Washington University in St. Louis. He earned his diploma in Brewing from the Institute of Brewing and Distilling and is Lean Six Sigma Black Belt Certified.

Both Sapporo-Stone breweries are currently undergoing major expansion as the company prepares to brew all Sapporo beers for the U.S. in addition to Stone Brewing offerings. The combined company anticipates brewing about 700,000 barrels in 2024, double the total production at Stone breweries prior to its 2022 acquisition by Sapporo U.S.A. Sapporo beers will begin flowing from Sapporo-Stone breweries in early 2024.

Sapporo is the oldest beer of Japan and the number one selling Asian beer brand in the U.S., growing 7.6% year-over-year and gaining share within the rapidly expanding import beer category. Stone Brewing is also gaining share within the crowded craft beer category, outpacing category trends by nearly 4 points. 

Pipman joined Sapporo-Stone Brewing on October 23, 2023.

ABOUT SAPPORO-STONE BREWING

Sapporo brewed the first beer of Japan in 1876. It’s now the number one selling Asian beer brand in the U.S. thanks to its best-selling Sapporo Premium. Sapporo acquired Stone Brewing in 2022 to brew all of Sapporo’s beer for the U.S. market. Stone Brewing, established in 1996, pioneered the West Coast Style IPA helping to fuel the modern craft beer revolution. Its most popular beers include Stone IPA, Stone Delicious IPA and Stone Buenaveza Salt & Lime Lager. Now one company, Sapporo-Stone Brewing is among the 15 largest breweries in the U.S. and operates production facilities in Escondido, CA and Richmond, VA plus seven Stone Brewing tap room and bistro locations. Sapporo-Stone's long list of environmental efforts includes a LEED Silver Certification, world-class water reclamation and creative uses of spent grain. To find Sapporo and Stone beers, visit find.stonebrewing.com and Sapporobeer.com/find-sapporo. For more information visit stonebrewing.com and sapporobeer.com. 

[ptrckjcne]

Alright then 📙

put a version of the book emoji in my inbox, and i'll explain the plot of a fanfic that i haven't written, but i want to write!

okay is this a very original idea? no it is not but i haven't been able to get rid of the idea, so i should actually very much get around to writing it

this is all because i genuinely love the idea of things happening in bars, and i don't think we have even close to enough bar!aus for, well, anything

ok but hear me out and if you think this sounds too much like cheers then oops [ mentions injuries, alcoholism ]

steve is still a former navy seal, but due to a traumatic brain injury and anxiety, he gets a medical discharge and is shipped back to hawaii, his title then being former navy seal. he copes poorly, turns to alcohol and copes even more poorly, and kind of on a whim, ends up buying a bar. he eventually gets help, gets clean, but holds onto the bar, and to this day he still has the bottle cap from the last bottle of beer he drank (it's a poor, worn-out longboard bottle cap)

danny never became law enforcement. instead, he kept on with the baseball track, and became the hero of major league baseball, having come through the academy of the new jersey jackals, before being signed by the yankees, nicknamed "mayday" because whenever he started on the bench, he'd come on and save the day at the mayday signal. however, a rough episode on the field and three acl surgeries later, he's had to put his career on the shelf, and has turned to working with papers about sports, specialising in baseball (naturally).

when they start a baseball history series, he is sent to hawaii on a mission to write an in-depth article about the hawaii islanders, a former hawaiian baseball team that hasn't been active since 1987, and after meeting one of the old coaches at this bar, he decides to sit there and write down elements of his article every night (though it takes him about a week to realise that maybe he's returning to the bar to keep the ruggedly handsome bartender company, more than he's interested in actually writing the article)

i quickly put together a little scene here:

"what's the story here, new guy?" steve asked, a tea towel slung over his shoulder as he sorted the clean glasses back onto the right shelves.

danny huffed, sinking down on the uncomfortable bar stool that somehow had become his over the past couple of days. "a thirsty guy walks into a bar. you finish it, barkeep."

"take it your luck with the islanders' coaches are out, then?" steve chuckled, flicking the tap on the hanalei ipa as he filled a glass, placing it in front of danny with a thud. "on the house, mayday. and do know my offer to pull some strings around here still stands."

"it's my article."

"i'm just offering to help." steve raised his hands in surrender, shrugging down the tea towel to wipe some droplets of beer from the polished surface of the bar. "when all comes to it, it's your choice."

danny chewed on the inside of his lip for a moment, hand coming to wrap itself around the cool glass, the dew causing his fingertips to get slippery. "alright, you're on. what can you help me with?"

[desolateice]

Re-reading Root Beer Floats and Great Tea, and can I just say I love the scene where they have dinner before going to the movie so much? I absolutely adore the way it's written. I always come back to it when I think of this book, and something about it is so comforting and endearing.

Hello anon! 💖 Happy re-reading! Thank you, I’m glad you like the dinner before the movie so much. I spent a long time researching restaurants that would’ve existed at that time. So much time. 😂 Before I eventually found a review of the restaurant they went to (Spago) and the food that would’ve been on the menu and I thought oh this is perfect.

I also wanted to let Daniel use his own resources to pull a fancy date, and also thought how they kind of needed a fancy date. And Johnny probably hadn’t expected it and didn’t know what to do which I thought was kind of sweet. I had fun just sort of letting Daniel rant about things, like food, because I thought you take a New Jersey boy used to East Coast pizza, and give him something so utterly different then the pizza that’s like so important and he’s going to flip. Especially if it’s good. 😂 It was a lot of fun writing food rants. And finding ways for Daniel to be tactile but having Johnny misunderstand them because surely Daniel was trapping his legs with his own under the table just because it’s Daniel. But also enjoying Daniel just sort of showing off what he knows about food and being confident and the two of them having a good time. Like they’re both a little nervous, but also just enjoying one another company. So I’m so glad you find it comforting and enjoy the way it’s written. 💖 Thank you so much.

[beardedmrbean]

PHILADELPHIA (AP) — The driver charged with killing NHL hockey player Johnny Gaudreau and his brother Matthew as they bicycled on a rural road had a blood-alcohol level of .087, above the .08 legal limit in New Jersey, a prosecutor said Friday.

Gaudreau, 31, and brother Matthew, 29, were killed in Carneys Point, New Jersey, on Aug. 29, the evening before they were set to serve as groomsmen at their sister Katie’s wedding.

The driver, 43-year-old Sean M. Higgins of nearby Woodstown, New Jersey, is charged with two counts of death by auto, along with reckless driving, possession of an open container and consuming alcohol in a motor vehicle. At a virtual court hearing Friday, a judge ordered that he be held for trial after prosecutors described a history of alleged road rage and aggressive driving.

“'You were probably driving like a nut like I always tell you you do. And you don’t listen to me, instead you just yell at me,'” his wife told Higgins when he called her from jail after his arrest, according to First Assistant Prosecutor Jonathan Flynn of Salem County.

The defense described Higgins as a married father and law-abiding citizen before the crash.

“He’s an empathetic individual and he’s a loving father of two daughters,” said defense lawyer Matthew Portella. “He’s a good person and he made a horrible decision that night.”

Higgins told police he had five or six beers that day and admitted to consuming alcohol while driving, according to the criminal complaint. He also failed a field sobriety test, the complaint said. A prosecutor on Friday said he had been drinking at home after finishing a work call at about 3 p.m., and having an upsetting conversation with his mother about a family matter.

He then had a two-hour phone call with a friend while he drove around in his Jeep with an open container, Flynn said. He had been driving aggressively behind a sedan going just above the 50 mph speed limit, sometimes tailgating, the female driver told police.

When she and the vehicle ahead of her slowed down and veered left to go around the cyclists, Higgins sped up and veered right, striking the Gaudreas, the two other drivers told police.

“He indicated he didn’t even see them,” said Superior Court Judge Michael J. Silvanio, who said Higgins' admitted “impatience” caused two deaths.

Higgins faces up to 20 years, a sentence that the judge said made him a flight risk.

Higgins has a master's degree, works in finance for an addiction treatment company, and served in combat in Iraq, his lawyers said. However, his wife said he had been drinking regularly since working from home, Flynn said.

Johnny Gaudreau, known as “Johnny Hockey,” played 10 full seasons in the league and was set to enter his third with the Columbus Blue Jackets after signing a seven-year, $68 million deal in 2022. He played his first eight seasons with the Calgary Flames, a tenure that included becoming one of the sport’s top players and a fan favorite across North America.

Widows Meredith and Madeline Gaudreau described their husbands as attached at the hip throughout their lives. Both women are expecting, and both gave moving eulogies at the double funeral on Monday.