#TD Place Arena

[geotjwrs]

YESSSS LETS GO NEW REQUESTS (and hopefully mines lol)

SHOONG (18+)

Pairings ; Hailee Steinfeld x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; smut

The atmosphere in TD Garden was electric. The Boston Celtics were in the finals, and the crowd was roaring as you took your position on the court. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, your heart pounding in sync with the beat of the crowd. This was the moment you’d been working for your entire career—the chance to make the game-winning shot in the finals.

As the clock ticked down, you dribbled the ball, your focus narrowed to the basket ahead. You could hear the cheers of the fans, the pressure of the moment pushing you to perform. You took a deep breath, blocked out everything else, and shot the ball just as the buzzer sounded. Time seemed to freeze as it sailed through the air before swishing through the net. The arena erupted into chaos; you’d done it. You had just won the championship for the Celtics.

After the celebration, while your teammates were gearing up for the post-game interviews and festivities, your mind was already elsewhere. You had promised Hailee you’d take her out to celebrate after the game, a promise you intended to keep. You quickly made your way through the excited crowd, dodging reporters and fans, until you spotted her waiting for you just outside the arena.

She lit up when she saw you, her smile bright enough to chase away the lingering adrenaline. “You did it! You really did it!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace. You could feel her warmth against you, and the thrill of victory mixed with the joy of being with her made your heart swell.

“Yeah, I did,” you replied, grinning from ear to ear. “But you know what’s better than winning?��

Hailee raised an eyebrow, teasingly. “What’s that?”

“Dinner at our favorite burger place,” you said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips.

She laughed, a sound that made you want to hold her close forever. “Let’s fucking go! I’m starving.”

You both hopped into your car, the excitement of the game still buzzing in the air as you drove through the streets of Boston. The city was alive, but all you could think about was Hailee beside you.

When you arrived at the burger place, it was just as you remembered—cozy, with the smell of grilled patties filling the air. You settled into a booth, sharing stories and laughter over greasy burgers and fries. The world outside faded away as you two enjoyed each other’s company, reminiscing about the night of your first date here and how far you’d come since then.

As the evening progressed, you felt an undeniable tension building between you. The way she looked at you, her dark eyes filled with admiration and something deeper, sent a thrill down your spine. You both finished your meals and decided to head back to your place.

Once inside your apartment, the atmosphere shifted. The adrenaline from the game was still buzzing in your veins, but now it was mixed with a simmering heat as you pulled her closer. You dropped your bag on the floor and leaned against the wall, pulling Hailee in for another kiss. It was soft at first, but it quickly deepened as you wrapped your arms around her waist, holding her tightly against you.

“God, I missed you,” she murmured between kisses.

“Me too,” you replied, your hands exploring the small of her back, feeling her body mold against yours.

With a playful grin, you pulled away. “Let’s take a shower. I’m sweaty from the game.”

Hailee smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “A shower sounds fucking nice.”

You led her to the bathroom, turning on the water and letting it warm up. As the steam began to fill the room, you both undressed, the tension between you crackling in the air. The water cascaded over your skin, and you couldn’t help but admire her, the way the droplets trickled down her curves, highlighting every inch of her.

You stepped closer, the water pooling around your feet as you wrapped your arms around her waist again, pulling her into you. She gasped softly, her body fitting perfectly against yours as you pressed your lips to hers once more, this time with more urgency.

Hailee’s hands tangled in your hair as she kissed you back, her body responding to yours as the heat between you grew. You felt her fingertips trail down your chest, sending shivers through you. You wanted her—needed her.

“Are you sure you want this?” you asked, pulling back slightly, searching her eyes for any hesitation.

“More than fucking anything,” she replied, her voice low and sultry.

With that confirmation, you captured her lips again, deepening the kiss as your hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip. When you finally found her sweet spot, her breath hitched, and she clung to you, her nails digging into your back.

“Y/N,” she breathed, her eyes dark with desire, and that sound sent a rush of heat through you. You picked her up, wrapping her legs around your waist as you continued to kiss her, the water cascading over both of you.

As your hands roamed over her body, you could feel her warmth against you. You positioned her back against the cool tiles, the contrast making her gasp as you ground your hips against her.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” you murmured, your breath warm against her skin.

You took your time, teasing her, letting your hands explore every inch of her, reveling in the way she responded to your touch. When you finally found her sweet spot, her breath hitched, and she clung to you, her nails digging into your back.

“God, don’t stop,” she moaned, the desperation in her voice making your heart race.

With a smirk, you pulled back, locking eyes with her. “What do you want, Hailee?”

“Just… don’t tease the fuck out of me,” she replied, her voice breathy.

You positioned yourself at her entrance, pausing for just a moment to lock eyes with her. “Are you ready?”

“Always,” she replied, her voice firm, and you pushed inside her, filling her completely. She gasped, and you held her close, savoring the moment as you both adjusted to the new sensations.

You set a steady pace, the sound of water mixing with your breaths filling the bathroom. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you both. You could feel the way she tightened around you, the heat building as you lost yourself in each other.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking close,” she moaned, her fingers digging into your back as she urged you on.

“Me too, baby,” you breathed, picking up the pace, wanting to take her over the edge with you. You buried your face in her neck, lost in the feeling of her warm skin and the way she felt wrapped around you.

With a few more thrusts, you both fell over the edge together, riding the waves of pleasure as you held each other close, the water still pouring down over you.

Afterward, you both took a moment to catch your breath, the warmth of the water enveloping you as you stood there together, savoring the closeness.

Eventually, you stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your waist and helping Hailee dry off. The playful banter resumed as you both laughed and teased each other, but there was an underlying sweetness in the air, a shared understanding that you had just crossed another line in your relationship.

You led her to the living room, where you cuddled up on the couch, the adrenaline from the game and the intensity of your shower mixing together to create a blissful afterglow. You held her close, her head resting on your chest, feeling utterly content.

As you both drifted into a comfortable silence, you realized that this was what victory felt like—being with the one you loved, celebrating your win, and knowing that the best was yet to come.

[senditcolton]

It Would've Been Sweet...

...if it could've been me.

summary: there was no good reason for you to be in TD Garden during a Game 7 Stanley Cup Final Game. especially when the only connection you had to the sport was your ex-boyfriend Joel Edmundson, who you had left in St. Louis six months ago. but here you were. what were you doing here? a/n: hello friends! if you've been here since the inception of this blog, you might recognize this story. however, I no longer write for the original player that starred in this fic. but I am very proud of this fic plus, I think this was the start of my trademark bittersweet endings, so i couldn't just let it disappear. so, here is another rewrite now starring my favorite crop top king who i miss terribly. song inspo: The 1 by Taylor Swift word count: 8.8k warnings: time jumps [past is in italics], argument scene, language, angst with a bittersweet ending

What were you doing here?

That was the question running on loop through your mind as your eyes stay glued to the ice a few dozen feet below. There was absolutely no reason for you to step foot in this arena. There was no good reason why you shouldn’t be in your studio apartment on Newbury Street right now, curled up under your blankets, watching re-runs of bad reality TV.

When you received a text earlier that day from an old friend, asking if you had any plans, you knew what she was going to propose. You had seen the news. You had felt the energy go up in this east coast sports city. And you knew why your friend – a friend who you hadn’t seen since you moved 1,200 miles across the country – was in the city you now called home and had asked you to join her at this place on this night of all nights.

You knew all of this and could list all the reasons why you shouldn’t have responded; why you should’ve ghosted her like you had everyone else you left in St. Louis. But despite all that, you texted her back.

That was how you found yourself sitting in a clubhouse suite in TD Garden, trying desperately to only focus on the black and yellow jerseys of the Boston Bruins zipping around the ice.

Trying not to look over at the other end of the rink. Trying not to look at the white jerseys with blue and gold detailing. Trying not to scan the sea of players for the one person you should’ve forgotten by now.

Trying not to have your eyes land on the number six emblazoned on your ex-boyfriend’s back.

What were you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.

But we were something, don’t you think so?

“You shouldn’t be here.”

The unfamiliar voice sounding from behind you tears you out of the peace you were taking in the quiet kitchen, causing you to spin around. You were ready to tell whoever it was off, ready to confront the person who was so bold as to say where you did and did not belong. However, the face that greets you, the owner of the voice, is not what you expected.

His head of chestnut brown curls was messy, his stunning hazel eyes sparkling as they rake up and down your body and his lips, surrounded by a light scruff, were twisted up into a small smirk. He was cute. Like, really cute. It also didn’t hurt that he was clad in swim trunks and a t-shirt that was cut short, exposing his muscular midriff.

You tighten your hand around the beer bottle you were holding as you lean back against counter, your face shifting from annoyance to mirror his casual bright expression.

“And why is that?” you ask, taking a small sip.

“Because,” this stranger starts, “this is Dunner’s party. And the Dunner I know would have never invited someone so gorgeous to his house and without hanging over her shoulder the entire time.”

You let out a light laugh, the compliment not escaping your notice.

“Oh really? How do you even know I was invited by Vince? Maybe I snuck into my neighbor’s house in the hopes of meeting a hot single man. Maybe this is the first step in my evil plan to make a professional hockey player to fall madly in love with me.”

“And how is that working out for you?”

“You tell me.”

The man in front of you lets out a big laugh, causing a genuine smile to grace your face. You liked the sound of it, the sight of his head being thrown back, his smile so bright it almost blinded you. He looked back at you, the grin still on his lips.

You hold out your hand to him, giving this stranger your name as an introduction and hoping he sees your somewhat formal greeting as an awkward indication of your interest. He gladly takes your hand in his, shaking it gently as he gives you his name in return.

“Joel.”

You two stand there for a moment longer, simply looking at each other and you are trying not to focus on the warmth of his palm and the energy that seems to be flowing between you.

“So, why are you here?” he asks, dropping his hand from yours and you try not to let your face fall in disappointment at the loss of his touch.

“My friend invited me,” you say, gesturing towards the crowd of people in backyard. “What you said earlier – that Vince would be draped over some gorgeous girl – you are right about that. It’s just that my friend Daphne is who Vince is attached to.”

Joel hums and softly nods hid head in understanding. He walks a few steps until he is resting his body against the counter right next to you, his arm slightly brushing the bare skin of your own.

“Okay, so that’s the reason why you’re at this party. But, why are you here?” he asks, lightly gesturing around the empty room before glancing over to you. You sigh, looking out the large glass windows facing the backyard, watching the rest of the party mingle on the grass or splash in the pool, their laughter dancing on the late summer breeze. And here you were, hiding in the kitchen.

“I thought it would be fun. Not sure if I was right,” you explain, your hands going to fiddle with the loose corner of the beer label. “But Daphne is always trying to get me to go out with her.”

“Why don’t you?”

“It just really isn’t my scene. I did the whole party life thing in college and now, it’s just kind of lost its appeal.”

Joel lets out another hum, his eyes focused on you. He glances back at his teammates, acting loud and rambunctious as always. It was a lot to take in, he realized, especially if you weren’t exposed to it for over half the year like he was. He looks back at you, your fingers still fidgeting with the damp paper, your eyes far away.

You were beautiful. The thought was in Joel’s head before he could even process what it meant. And he knew instantly that he didn’t want to see you worried, that he wanted to see you smile again.

“So, you aren’t trying to get an attractive, wealthy hockey player to fall in love with you?”

You let out a laugh, your eyes connecting with his once again. The sparkle in his irises tells you he is joking with you, trying to make you feel comfortable. But there is also another emotion behind it. You can see it trying to swim to the surface, a desire that hadn’t been directed your way in a long time.

“Well, never say never,” you quip back. “Do you happen to know someone who would be willing to be infatuated with me?”

Joel tilts his head back, his hand going to stroke the facial hair on his chin, pretending to be deep in thought.

“There is this one guy…” he starts, trailing off to catch your reaction. You turn towards him, the playful smile still on your face.

“He plays on the same team as Dunner. He’s also defenseman as well, number 6. A decent hockey player. Funny, chill, and pretty good-looking, if I do say so myself.”

You hum in thought, your fingers tapping a small rhythm against the top of the marble island before nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders.

“He seems promising. Do you think he would like me?”

“Oh yeah, definitely,” Joel replies almost instantaneously, causing a small giggle to fall from your lips.

“Well then, point me in his direction!” you declare, catching Joel smiling at you out of the corner of your eye. “The next step would be to trip dramatically and fall into the pool, which will cause him to dive in after me to save my life. That is where our romance will begin!” you continue, throwing out your hands for additional affect.

“Or…” he says, gently grabbing your hand out of the air, his thumb brushing against the soft skin. “I could just give you his phone number. It might save you some time. And bodily harm.”

You smile, jolts of electricity racing through you from his touch.

“I suppose that works too.”

In my defense, I have none for digging up the grave another time.

“Hey, are you alright?”

You hear Daphne’s voice next to you and you finally tear your gaze away from the ice. She is staring at you, a hint of genuine concern in her eyes. The light-washed blue denim of her jacket stands out in the sea of black and gold and you spy the number 29 proudly displayed on her shoulder. Somehow, the sight of it makes you feel self-conscious that you’re only wearing an oversized grey sweater with a small Blues logo over the left breast. But then again, what else should you be wearing?

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say, shaking your head, trying to erase the fantasy of you wearing a customized jacket out of your brain. “It just feels a little weird to be here, that’s all.”

Daphne turns to look around the box, all the other Better Halves excitedly talking and mingling. A few had come over to greet you, almost to welcome you back into the chosen sisterhood that developed between you all. But they knew it was only for one night.

Anyone could see how messed up this situation was; you coming to the biggest game of your ex-boyfriends’ career, hanging out with the ladies that you had grown close to in those six months you and Joel were together. Willingly placing yourself into this moment, as if nothing happened.

As if there was no break-up, as if you didn’t move halfway across the country and ghost all of them just to avoid anything that would remind you of his smile, his hazel eyes, his contagious laughter.  

Daphne sighs as she returns her gaze to you, your chin resting in your upturned palm, your eyes now focused on the giant screen hanging above the ice.

“You didn’t have to come, you know. Not that I don’t want you here,” she quickly backtracks. “I’m so happy you’re here. I missed you. We all missed you, trust me. But, you know, if it gets to be too much, you don’t have to stay. Everyone would understand.”

“Why would I turn down the opportunity to see a Stanley Cup Final game? Especially a Game 7.”

Daphne looks at you, a disapproving glint in her eyes. She knows that you’re trying to make light of the situation, make it a joke, and ignore the real reason you said yes. She knows exactly what made you agree to come meet her after months, even if you weren’t ready to admit it to yourself. And it sure as hell wasn’t a free ticket.

She turns away from you, her eyes following your gaze to the now pristine and empty rink. The lights dim and the roar from the hometown crowd goes up. But the sound and the energy buzzing through the stadium wasn’t enough to stop you from hearing Daphne’s last spoken words.

“He would be happy to know you’re here.”

You look down at the ice as the players step out, now allowing yourself to find the one person that you refused to acknowledge since you stepped foot in the arena.

“I’m not so sure about that.”

And if you wanted me, you really should’ve shown.

He was late. Again.

You sigh, as you continue to pace around your kitchen, your heels clicking gently on the tile floor. It had been almost two hours since Joel was supposed to pick you up for a date. But instead of sitting in an upscale restaurant, drinking good wine and eating decadent meals, you were left waiting in your best dress, watching the hands on the clock circle.

Although, you weren’t sure why you were still waiting.

The reservations you two had were definitely cancelled by now and at this point in the night, it was too late to even think about doing anything other than lying in your bed, watching whatever was airing on The Game Show Network until you fell asleep.

But you stayed, hoping that your boyfriend would walk through the door. Because you were pissed. You wanted to make him feel guilty for leaving you stranded like this. It wasn’t healthy – you knew that – but you weren’t sure what else to do. Lately, it seemed like Joel was more interested in… well, anything that wasn’t you.

When you two first started dating, it was like something out of a cheesy rom-com. He was attentive and caring and you had honestly never felt more loved. But before you knew it, the fire between you two started to dwindle.

In the back of your mind, you knew it was coming. Everyone talked about the honeymoon phase and its inevitable end. You just weren’t prepared for it to end when it did.

It also didn’t help that that conclusion of that lavender haze just happened to coincide with the St. Louis Blues’ worst losing streak, landing them in last place, not just in the division or the conference, but within the entire league. And the playoffs were just over the horizon.

Glancing back at the clock, you sigh. You are ready to give up, call it quits and change back into your comfy old sweatpants when you hear the doorknob turn. Your boyfriend’s laughter echoes around your apartment, the voices of Colton and Robert also filling the quiet evening.

You exit the kitchen and walk into the living room, your eyes landing on Joel, his arms slung over Colton and Robert Bortuzzo’s shoulders respectively. He doesn’t notice you at first, his eyes focused down as he attempts to kick off his shoes. You cross your arms and clear your throat and it is that noise that brings his attention up to you.

“Babe!” he shouts, his face flushed and eyes hazy.

“Hey,” Colton greets you as he supports his teammate’s weight. “Sorry, he got drunk tonight. We tried to take him home but he insisted we bring him here.”

You let out a small hum, the anger boiling in your stomach as you take in Joel’s inebriated state. Instead of moving toward him, fawning over him or laughing at him like you normally would, your feet stay glued to the floor. Out of the corner of your eye, you see both Colton and Robert look you up and down, taking in your dress and heels. The tense atmosphere is palpable and not even Joel’s incoherent babbling can stop them from realizing that the drunken man between them had royally fucked up.

You let out a heavy sigh, gritting your teeth, your body sinking in defeat. This was not the situation that you had planned for the night and you had half a mind to throw him out. However, you were never the one to cause a scene and you weren’t about to get into it with Joel when he probably couldn’t even walk straight, let alone think straight.

“You can take him to the guest bedroom,” you say. “Down the hall to the left.”

You can almost feel the relief that came off in waves from Robert and Colton as they started to half walk, half drag Joel down the hall, you following close behind. Joel didn’t seem to understand anything happening around him until they guided him towards the guest bedroom and away from yours.

“Wait, where are we going?” he mumbled, trying to move his body back in the direction of your bedroom. “This isn’t the way to bed, guys. And I should know. I’ve been there a bunch of times.”

You fight back the urge to scream at Joel’s not-so-subtle innuendo, already feeling embarrassed about the situation he had put you in. Instead, you help shove him onto the mattress of the guest bed, watching as your boyfriend flounders against the covers. Joel tries to lift himself up but both Robert and Colton push him back. His eyes dart from his friends over to you, those hazel irises wide as he looks up at you like a neglected puppy dog. It takes all your effort to keep your icy demeanor.

“Babe, why can’t I sleep in your bed?”

“I don’t want you puking all over my sheets,” you say cooly, even though everyone else in the room knew the real reason why he was being banished to the guest bedroom. Joel doesn’t notice your coldness and instead shoots a goofy grin in your direction, his head hitting the pillow, curls flying wildly as he mumbles that he promises not to. You roll your eyes, having heard enough of his so-called promises in the past few weeks.

Robert clears his throat and you turn to him and Colton, awkwardly standing in the room next to you. You sigh, walking away from Joel and leading them out into the hallway and back to your front door.

“Thanks for getting him here safe boys,” you say, holding the door open for them as they walk over the threshold and out into the hallway.

“Of course,” Colton says, shooting you a sympathetic smile. You start to close the door but just before it shuts completely, you hear the small chirp that leaves Robert’s lips.

“Not sure how safe he’s going to be in there.”

You fasten the lock on your front door before you let your head fall forward, gently hitting your forehead against the wood, the anger still radiating from your tense body. Bortz doesn’t know how right he is. To say you are livid is the understatement of the year. You want nothing more than to tear Joel a new one but you know that doing that now would be pointless.

So instead, you take a few deep breaths in through your nose and out your mouth. Then you turn back into the kitchen and grab a glass, filling it with cold water from the Brita filter in your fridge. After grabbing the small case of Tylenol from your purse, you wander back to the guest bedroom.  

Joel is curled up on the bed, still completely dressed except for the shoes that he managed to remove at your front door. You hate the way your heart softens as you take in his sleeping face, his lips slightly parted and his curls wild against the pillowcase. Moving over to the nightstand, you place the glass of water and aspirin down and move to leave when Joel reaches out and manages to grab your hand. You look down at him, his eyes now half opened and his thumb gently caressing the skin on your wrist.

“Come to bed,” he mumbles, slightly tugging you towards him. You gently remove your hand from his grasp and take a few steps back from him.

“Not tonight.”

You reach the threshold of the room, ready to leave when you hear Joel’s voice call your name and you turn your body, your eyes connecting with his.

“You look really pretty,” he murmurs.

Normally, a smile would tug at the corner of your lips in response to his compliment. But your face stays frozen in its apathy as you watch Joel’s eyes close once more. You are silent as you push yourself out the door and walk into the peace of your own bedroom. It isn’t until you are curled under the covers, your dress exchanged for pajamas and your face scrubbed free of makeup, do the tears finally start to fall.

In my defense, I have none for never leaving well enough alone.

Everything about this situation was stressing you out.

The hockey fan in you was stressed because you had just sat through 20 excruciating minutes of the Blues getting almost no time in the offensive zone and you practically screamed every time Jordan was forced to make a save.

The other part of you was stressed because you weren’t sure if you were allowed to be this worried about the boys.

It was still true that you cared about the team and wanted nothing more than for them to win this. You wanted to hug Devon and Dayna when Jay scored a goal that deflected off Ryan’s stick, getting the Blues on the board first. You wanted to scream and jump with Jayne when Alex scored in the last 10 seconds of the first period. And you definitely felt the thrum of pride run through you when Joel laid down in front of a shot by Sean Kuraly, potentially preventing a Bruins goal.

But it felt almost wrong to care this much.

The only reason you got into hockey was because of Joel. You learned the game for him, cheered for him, celebrated every win and mourned every loss. With him. And now, you were no longer his.

It wasn’t right for you to act like you were still a member of this group. Because you would just be lying to yourself. And it would just make it that much harder to leave.

You couldn’t let yourself fall into that comfortable complacency, pretending that everything was alright. That everything was different.

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now.

You woke up, your heart heavy and your eyes puffy. It took a moment to shake off the groggy haze that hung over you, to remember the reason why your heart felt like it had gone five rounds in a boxing ring, but eventually, the events of last night came flooding back to you.

The sound of the clock ticking on the wall. Your feet aching in your heels. Joel’s slurred words. The way his hand felt intwined in yours. Your tears falling onto the pillowcase.

You didn’t want to face him but he was in your apartment, sleeping a few doors down from you. There wasn’t no way to avoid the inevitable confrontation.  With a huff of breath, you raise yourself from your bed, the sheets falling from your body, your bare feet connect with the cold hardwood floor.

You quietly open the door and walk down the hall, ignoring the urge to walk into the guest bedroom and check on Joel. Instead, you pad into your kitchen and start to make your morning cup of coffee. It is when you are standing in front of the machine watching your mug fill, do you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Mornin’” you hear Joel mumble into your shoulder as his lips press against your bare skin. Every fiber of your body wants to melt into his embrace but you resist, choosing instead to shrug yourself out of his grasp. You take your mug from the machine and walk over to one of the stools at the end of your island, sitting down so your body faces him. You take a small sip, still not acknowledging Joel standing stunned in the place you left him.

“Babe?” His questioning voice causes you to look up and you can feel a flare of anger appear at the sight of his confused expression painted on his face. “Did I do something wrong?”

His ignorant question is the breaking point and you practically slam your mug onto the cold marble in front of you, some of the hot liquid sloshing over the side. Your eyes connect with his as the vindictive rage you had been holding in for almost twelve hours finally starts to pour out of you.

“Do you really have to ask that Joel?” you spit out, not even attempting to hide the pure venom in your voice. “Let’s start with the fact that last night, I spent almost two hours waiting for you in this goddamn kitchen. Do you remember why? It was because we had a date. You were supposed to pick me up and we were supposed to go out to that cute little bistro by the river.”

You see his eyes widen as he takes in the information, remembering the plans that the two of you had. His reaction makes your wrath feel righteous. Joel’s mouth opens as if to say something, perhaps an apology, but you cut him off before he can even utter a sound.

“And then, the moment I was about to call it quits, to give up and go to bed and call you in the morning, after trying to call you multiple times that night, what happens? You come stumbling into my house, practically being carried by Parayko and Bortuzzo. So, instead of spending a beautiful night with your girlfriend, you decided to what? Get drunk with your friends? And then insist that they bring you here so I can take care of you?”

“Babe I’m so sorry, I –” Joel starts to say but you stop him.

“I’m not your maid, or you mother, or your fucking side-chick, Joel. I’m your girlfriend. I am not some shiny thing that you can play with when you get bored and then toss to the side when something new catches your interest.”

You see his eyes darken at your words and Joel takes two long strides over to where you were sitting.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he grits out, now towering over you. In any other situation, you might shrink and back down, always the mediator. But this time, you are just too livid to care.

“What it means is if you want me, you need to start giving a shit about me. That means keeping your promises and showing up when I fucking ask you to.”

“I’m sorry, alright. Is that what you want to hear?” he says, his voice raising in frustration.

“I want to hear why you chose getting shit-faced with your friends over picking me up for the date we had planned for weeks.”

“Jesus, it slipped my mind. We were just hanging out and Bortz suggested we drink and it just got out of hand. We were all stressed about the team and it just seemed like the best thing to do. You understand that we are in last place!? If we don’t start winning games, we can kiss any chance of the playoffs goodbye. Part of my fucking job is to try and fix that, but I can’t do that when you are demanding all of my attention.”

Your mouth drops open, a scoff leaving your lips as your brain registers Joel’s accusation.

“Excuse me? I’m demanding all of your attention? I’m not the one who showed up drunk on the doorstep, begging to be coddled like a child.”

“Oh, get over it. I showed up, didn’t I? I remembered you. You know how many girls I could get, how many are lurking in my DM’s waiting for their chance. You’re lucky that even though I was drunk, I didn’t run to one of them. Although, maybe I should’ve. They would’ve taken care of me and they definitely wouldn’t be busting my balls right now.”

His words take you aback, cutting through you down to your core and you can feel the sting of tears in the corner of your eyes. Joel knew all your insecurities and here he was, using that knowledge to hurt you deeper than anyone else could.

“Get. The fuck. Out of my house,” you grit out, your chest heaving as you try to control your breathing. Your voice is quiet but hard as you stare down the man in front of you. Although you will for it not to happen, a tear escapes you, rolling down your cheek and you see Joel’s eye dart to it, the color draining from his face as he realizes what he’s said.

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean it, I swear,” he babbles, dropping to his knees in front of you, reaching for your hands. You rip them away from his grasp and let the floodgates open. The tears flow freely now and the hurt that had settled in your sternum tickles up your throat.

“Don’t,” you whisper. “Don’t you dare imply that the girls in your DM’s care more about you than I do. They’re not the ones who make your pre-game meals and drive you to practice and let you rant about anything: trade rumors or ice times or bullshit calls. They don’t give a fuck about you, Joel. All they care about is your looks and the price tag attached to your name. But fine. If you want someone who’s only good for a night, someone who’s not going to tie you down and hold you accountable and challenge you while still caring about you and loving you… then we’re done. Now there’s nothing stopping you from getting what you want.”

You lift yourself off the stool and walk back towards your bedroom, leaving Joel kneeling on the floor. The door latches behind you and you wait. For what, you aren’t entirely sure. It’s only after you hear the echoing of the front door shutting, do your knees give out and you drop to the ground, your sobs racking through your now empty apartment.

That is where you stay until you have no tears left, your energy completely drained. You are sure your heart has broken into a million little pieces and if someone were to cut you open, the crimson flood would pulse out, staining everything around you. But the worst part would be that it would beat out to the rhythm of one phrase, the one phrase that you had never said to anyone else;

I love you. I love you. I love you.

And if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you.

You couldn’t do this.

Somehow you managed to sit through another period and every time Joel stepped out onto the ice, your eyes were glued to him. You watched as he continued to play his game, dumping pucks into the offensive zone, blocking shots, helping puck movement, setting up multiple opportunities for his teammates to score.

When you watched him on the ice, you understood why you fell for him. He was kind and unselfish. He wanted to help the team even if it didn’t mean any glory for him. That was the type of person he was.

And when the buzzer sounded signaling the end of the second period, you felt your heart reaching out to him as he exited down the tunnel towards the locker room.

You couldn’t do this.

You jump from your seat and push your way past the other Better Halves, out of the suite. It takes a while for you to find a semi-secluded staircase in the winding corridors of the club level but when you do, you sink onto the carpeted stairs, ready to hide for the rest of the game in your makeshift oasis. Your head falls into your upturned palms as you try to calm your breathing. You are so caught up your emotions that you don’t notice a body crouch down in front of you.

The soft call of your name bounces off the walls and you look up to lock eyes with Jayne Pietrangelo, a sympathetic expression painted on her face.

“I’m fine,” you say, trying to keep the tremble from your voice.

“Bullshit.”

The quiet conviction in her voice startles you at first but her steady gaze causes your walls to crumble. Before you can even blink, she has you wrapped in a hug, squeezing you tight as if she could make everything better by just holding you. You aren’t ashamed to say that is almost worked.

Jayne was one of the first people to welcome you into the group and you were pretty sure she thought that you and Joel were end game before that idea even crossed your mind. She became like a big sister to you and when you ended things with Joel, she was one of the few calls you picked up in the days after.

She lets you push your face into the denim jacket she was wearing as she gently strokes your hair. After you manage to compose yourself, she pulls back from you, forcing you to lock eyes with her.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” she softly demands and you almost let out a laugh at her demeanor. Alex’s captain tendencies must have rubbed off on her because here she was, ready to coach you through anything.

“I just can’t do this,” you sigh out, your head shaking as your eyes dart to the ceiling.

“Can’t do what?”

“Be here. Watch him. I don’t belong here anymore.”

“Do you want to leave?”                                           

“Yes. No. I don’t know.”

All Jayne does is let out a small hum as she comes to sit next to you. You two stay there in quiet contemplation, your mind racing a mile a minute as you wait for her to say something, anything that will make you feel better.

“I’m not going to stop you from leaving, if that’s what you want to do,” Jayne says, her eyes sliding over to connect with yours. “But I think you are ignoring the real question. Instead of asking yourself if you’re allowed to be here or if you even want to be here, you need to understand why you’re here. Why did you decide to come to a place where you knew you were going to re-live some painful memories? You knew what you were walking into and yet you still came.”

She turns to you, her hands reaching out to grip yours as she stares at you, her eyes cutting you open and laying out your soul like the pages of an old book.

“So, tell me. Why are you here?”

Her question rattles around your brain as you search for the answer. The lies are easy to think of, ready to fall from your lips: it’s a Stanley Cup Final game, you didn’t have anything else to do, Daphne asked you to come, you wanted to see all the girls again.

But you knew the real reason you said yes; the real reason you found an old oversized Blues sweatshirt in the back of your closet that still smelled faintly of cologne, the real reason you walked to TD Garden after spending months trying to forget about anything that reminded you of St. Louis. And he was sitting in a locker room a few dozen feet below you, with only 20 minutes left in a game that most players dreamed about, hoping that he would be able to hoist the greatest trophy in sports.

“I wanted to be here for him. Win or lose,” you say, the words still a little unsteady after being locked in your heart for six months. You take a deep breath and let yourself continue, allowing the confession you had been denying every time it appeared in your head fall from your lips.

“Because I love him. I still love him.”

Jayne says nothing for a few moments, letting your words hang in the air before she shoots you a gentle smile.

“That’s enough of a reason for you to stay.”

She gets up, holding out her hand to you. Looking up at her, you allow yourself to smile, the first genuine grin flooding your face. You take her hand and let her lift you off the staircase and lead you back to the suite where the rest of your friends were waiting.

And if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow.

You were a wreck since your fight with Joel. He had tried to call you multiple times but you let it go to voicemail every time. And as the days passed, the calls became less and less frequent until they stopped altogether.

A week later, you came home to find a small box sitting on your doorstep. Inside was all the things you had left at Joel’s place with a small note sitting on the top.

“I’m sorry.”

You had never cried more in your life than you did that evening.

After laying in your bed for hours on end, binge eating chocolate, and binge watching the same three TV shows, you finally decided it was time to stop wallowing in your sadness and try to move on. The next day, you cleared out everything in your house that reminded you of Joel and let yourself get lost in the effort of forgetting him.

It wasn’t easy.

You still sometimes woke up before the sun, your body telling you it was time to get Joel to practice. When you had a bad day, you found yourself making his favorite meal, as if his sadness had melded with yours. Whenever you turned on the news, you always managed to catch it in time to hear the sports section. You found yourself listening to how the Blues were winning again, pulling themselves out of last place and continually pushing themselves towards the playoffs. You resisted the urge to dial Joel’s number, still stored in your phone, and congratulate him after every win or console him after a loss.

As a distraction, you threw yourself into your work, getting tasks done at a breakneck speed and being more productive than you had ever been. You managed to have the best work quarter of your life and your reviews were through the roof. Although, you didn’t really take note of it because you weren’t trying to impress your boss or the company. You were simply trying to stop your mind from focusing on something else, like the feeling of freshly washed curls between your fingers and a smile that outshined the stars.

So, the day your boss called you into her office, the last thing you were expecting her was a promotion. And you certainly weren’t expecting to pack your things and move to Boston after accepting said promotion.

But part of you was relieved to be leaving. It would be much easier to forget about Joel in a city where most people didn’t even know his name. When you landed in Boston, you thought that this would be the place where everything you left behind would fade away.

And you were right. At least, for a few months.

You made new friends and went out to bars and brunches. You continued to work your ass off at your job, now working to prove yourself instead of just working to forget. You didn’t realize that Joel hadn’t even crossed your mind for a long time.

Then one night, when you were out dancing with friends, a handsome stranger pulled you into his lips. And it felt good. You felt free for the first time in a while, believing that your heart was finally mending after everything it had been through.

But that night, after you went home alone and crashed into your bed with your head pounding from the alcohol in your veins, you dreamt of Joel. Of him holding you tight and hearing his heartbeat pound in his chest.

You woke up the next day with the most exquisite ache in your chest and a desperate desire to be wrapped up in his arms once more. Then, when you were walking home from the grocery store that same day, you thought you saw him standing on the corner.

It wasn’t him, of course. But just the mere possibility of seeing him again had you almost dropping your bags onto the sidewalk and rushing into the arms of a complete stranger who just so happened to look like your ex-boyfriend.

That was the moment you knew you were fucked.

Soon, you found yourself turning on the TV, watching hockey games for the first time in months. And when the Bruins won the East and the Blues won the West, you realized that your two worlds were colliding. The world with Joel and the world after him were crashing together and you would be caught up in the carnage. But you were ready for it.

So, when you received a text message from Daphne, who you hadn’t spoken to since you left St. Louis, you answered it. And when she mentioned that Yana couldn’t make the games as she had just given birth to Vladi and hers second son, your heart waited for her to ask the question you hoped to hear. And when she asked if you wanted to come to Game 7 with her, the tug in your heart had made the decision long before you got the words out.

If one thing had been different, would everything be different today?

That was how you found yourself standing in the suite with all the other St. Louis Better Halves, watching as the final minutes of the final period counted down.

After Jayne pulled you back to the seats, you decided to let yourself go. No more holding back your emotions, no more resisting the feelings that had been churning inside you since you stepped foot in the arena. Instead, you screamed with the rest of the girls when Brayden scored another goal to put the Blues up three to nothing. You held breath, squeezing Daphne’s hand as you all watched Vince lead a three-man breakaway, silently praying for something good to come from that opportunity. And you jumped and hugged the girls when Zach scored a fourth goal with less than five minutes left.

And now, you were on your feet, one hand clasped in Daphne’s and the other clasped in Jayne’s, your heart pounding as you watched the clock on the scoreboard in front of you drop to seconds as the final minute of play began.

You could see the bench, the boys on their feet and as every second ticked by, they grew closer and closer to victory. Your eyes looked for Joel, wanting to memorize every minute of his reaction when the final buzzer sounded. It took you a little while to locate him in the crowd but once you did, your eyes never strayed from his body.

He was bouncing with excitement, the anticipation buzzing through him. You could see him slowly realize that this was going to happen, that he was going to be a Stanley Cup champion and when Jaden shoots the puck towards the blue line and it sails past Krejci, onto the other side of the rink, you watched him leap over the bench, throwing his gloves and stick into the air as he rushed to the goal, slamming into the pile of his teammates, all cheering because they finally, finally achieved what they had been working their whole life towards.

You almost collapse under the pure excitement rushing though you, the screams of the other girls echoing around the box and they celebrated. They were hugging and cheering but you kept your eyes on the ice, watching as the boys embraced each other. You felt tears welling in your eyes and it wasn’t until Jayne pulled you into a hug did you tear your focus away from the sweaty mop of curls.

“They did it!” she screamed and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You hugged her back and found yourself going around to the other girls, who celebrated with you like nothing had changed. Because nothing had changed. Just because you weren’t with Joel didn’t mean that these girls weren’t your friends. You had become a part of their lives and you were ready to celebrate with them for as long as they would have you. You hoped that would be a long time.

Daphne held you tight as the two of you jumped up and down, screaming incoherently at the fact that this did indeed happen. That Vince was a Stanley Cup Champion. That Joel was a Stanley Cup Champion. That the St. Louis Blues were Stanley Cup Champions.

All the girls turned their attention to the ice as the Conn Smythe trophy was presented and you swore that almost everyone jumped into Dayna’s arms when Ryan’s name was announced over the loudspeaker. It was a few moments until finally, the Stanley Cup was carried out onto the ice. You watched the boys, lined up, arms wrapped around each other as they took in the trophy that was finally theirs.

And when Alex skated forward and hoisted the Cup over his head, you cheered louder than you had in your entire life.

You watched as the Cup made its way down the lineup, passing between players, each one of them unable to contain their excitement and joy. Daphne pulled you close when Vince had his turn, lifting it above him and you could see the tears in her eyes as she watched the man she loved celebrate. And she held you next to her when Joel finally got his hands on the Cup.

The joy in your heart was indescribable as you watched him carry the 35-pound trophy, cheering and pressing kisses to the silver metal. It was exactly the moment you had wanted for him since you first started dating. It was what you dreamed about at every home game, his name and number proudly displayed on your back. It was what you had hoped for when you watched him on your television for the previous six games of the finals. And it was everything you had wished for ever since you walked into TD Garden almost two hours ago.

The girls were moving, picking up their things and heading out of the box, presumably to go down to the ice to congratulate their men on a hard-fought victory. A wave of doubt settled over you and you shifted your weight between your feet, unsure if you should, or were even allowed, to go down with them. It wasn’t until Daphne grabbed one hand and Jayne grabbed the other did you start to move.

You all make your way down the corridors, pushing past people and flashing your security passes. Your heart rate increases once you reach the end of the tunnel. The lights were still shining bright, causing the ice to blind you as you step onto the rink. The three of you carefully shuffle across the ice, the atmosphere still electric with the energy buzzing off the players and staff.

Jayne was the first to break away from your group, running towards Alex who was currently being interviewed. You see the reporter notice Jayne hurrying over and give Alex a nudge in her direction. His face instantly brightens the moment he sees her and he skates over, embracing her.  

It wasn’t long before Vince spotted Daphne. As soon as his eyes land on her, he was rushing towards her and she dropped your hand to meet him halfway. You watch as he pulls her close to kiss her deeply, her hands tangling in his hair.

As happy as you were for all of them, both the players and your friends, their joy and intimacy left you feeling awkward as you stand alone in center ice. You weren’t exactly sure what you were supposed to be doing, if anything. While the girls welcomed you with open arms, you weren’t that close to the other players or staff. Most of them hadn’t seen you since you ended things with Joel.

It was when you caught the eye of Colton Parayko did you really feel like a deer in headlights.

Colton’s eyes flicker behind you, looking for Joel, wondering if he had seen you. Glancing back at you, he stood there a moment longer, taking you in. Then, that familiar crooked smile broke out on his face and the breath you didn’t know you had been holding rushed out of you. You mirrored his grin, your body relaxing as he gave you a small wave. You laughed and returned his gesture before he skated away, going to celebrate with his family.

His quiet reassurance was all you needed to feel certain that you were meant to be here.

You slowly spin, finally taking in the joy surrounding you, letting it soak into your skin. You watch Vladi sit on the edge of the rink as he calls Yana, see Laila walking over to Colton and see him wrap her into a giant hug, look over towards Patty lifting his son Anthony onto his shoulders, still shouting and pumping his fists in the air.

You were so caught up in enjoying the moment that you didn’t notice a pair of eyes attach to your frame. It wasn’t until you completed your circle did your gaze fall on Joel, his gaze already locked on you.

A towel was slung around his neck, the Stanley Cup Championship hat perched on his head. And he was staring at you as if he had seen a ghost. You were sure you looked the same way.

You both stand there, a few feet away, simply drinking in the sight of seeing one another in person for the first time in months.

You feel your heart swell as you take him in, the joy still emulating from his body. Words couldn’t describe how happy you were for him. Even if he was no longer a part of your life, you were happy to see him succeed. You wanted him to know that.

Part of you would always love him, that much you were certain of. But part of you knew that maybe you two just weren’t meant to be. And for the first time, that thought didn’t send a jolt of pain straight to your chest. Instead, you felt the warm wave of acceptance wash over you.

You let a small smile dance onto your face, connecting your eyes with his and silently sending all the care and admiration you had for him across the ice. And when you looked into his hazel eyes, the ones that you missed waking up to every morning, you let only one thought reverberate within your mind:

I love you.

And when he smiled back, his eyes sparkling like they always did, you knew that he was thinking the same thing.

But it would’ve been fun, if you would’ve been the one.

You had never felt happier than you did in this moment. The sky was a perfect blue above you, the sun shining on your bare skin, its light refracting off the soft waves on the lake.

You lean back, your feet gently kick in the water off the end of the boat and your eyes close as you let the peaceful contentment soak into your bones. You feel a form settle behind you, a pair of arms coming to wrap around your waist and pull you close. Eyes opening, you glance back to see Joel, a light sun-kissed hue now dusting his nose and cheekbones. A soft smile makes its way onto your lips, causing him to grin back at you.

“Hey pretty lady.”

“Hi,” you softly whisper out.

“What are you doing back here?” he asks, pulling you even closer, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You lean your head against him, taking a deep breath.

“Nothing. Just relaxing.”

Joel just hums in reply, letting the silence return as your bodies press against each other, simply supporting the other’s weight and taking in the moment.

When Joel mentioned his captain’s idea of taking a couple of boats out to Lincoln Lake with the team and their better halves for some bonding and relaxing before the season started and the hectic schedule pushed everyone in different directions, you had to admit you were unsure whether you should go. You had only just started dating Joel. But as soon as you made it out onto the water, you found yourself laughing with the other girls, as if you had known each other forever.

“I’m happy you decided to come,” you hear Joel mumble. And when you glance back, you can see the pure love pouring from his hazel irises. You let yourself lift your head up towards him, connecting your lips to his. You can smell the sunscreen on his skin, taste the rosé on his lips. Your fingers tangle into his sun-bleached curls, and in that moment, you realized that you never wanted to let him go. You pull away from him, your lips still gently upturned as you bring your eyes back to his.

“Of course I came. Where else would I be?”

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✨ Cruel Summer ✨

pairing: Solo Sikoa x reader, Jey Uso x reader (briefly)

AN: Literally making this for myself, so if I do ever end up publishing - enjoy I guess? 🤪

w/c: 1198

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity(if you squint), jealous Jey, toxic behaviour, bad/embarrassing writing ⚠️

doesn’t follow a specific timeline however it is more recent, total divas making a return.

✨ I love you ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard - he looks up grinning like the devil ✨

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“I dunno Trin, the thought of being recorded for 12 hours of the day, like, I enjoy my privacy”.

“Think about it as an opportunity, having the fans see a different side of you. Showing them how hard you work your ass off.”

Trinity is my best friend, she helped me out so much when I joined the WWE 6 years ago. She and her husband Jon took me into their family and helped me adapt into the crazy world of being a WWE superstar.

“Just think about it is all I’m saying. It’ll be fun” trin says nudging me.

Ever since I moved here, we have had a weekly tradition of Wednesday Girls Night, its just snacks, Chinese takeout, and movies, it’s just time for us to catch up and wind down from the gruelling travel schedule.

Right on queue at exactly 11:30pm Jon walks in the door.

“Times up ladies” he says, which is swiftly followed by two pillows being thrown at his head.

“Come on uce, you know better than to interrupt gIrLs NiGhT”

The couch beside me dipped and once again I felt the heat from the body of Josh Fatu, my one weakness. His hand falls to his side and creeps closer to me caressing the side of my bare thigh. You see what people don’t know is Josh and I have an ‘agreement’ - no feelings, just sex and friendship, and it was going great until it wasn’t, feeling were caught, specifically by me and I’m stuck between a rock and hard place as I’m falling hard for him, but I cant let this agreement end because I would rather have him this way than not have him at all.

“Spoke with Joe today, Hunter is bringing him up to the main roster, can’t wait to have my other younger brother fighting by my side”. A third pillow is thrown at Jon from the direction of Josh.

“We are twins, and you are only older by 8 minutes”.

Never a dull moment where the Fatu boys are concerned.

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First day of filming (TD Interview Segment)

Okay, so lets start with a basic intro okay? Ready, go!

The room falls silent the light shines bright on me, I have at least 6 pair of eyes on me, goading me into starting. Gosh why did I sign up to do this!!!

Hi there, my names yn, I am currently on the Smackdown roster and I am the current WWE Women’s Champion.

I’ve been with the WWE for 6 years now and I wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for my adoptive sister Trinity, she took me under her wing and I’ve been there ever since. As you guys know – and if you didn't know, the accent should be a huge giveaway, I’m originally from the United Kingdom, I came to the states with a dream in hand and no one there to help me through this bumpy ride. I can never repay her or Jon for the way they have accepted and welcomed me into their little dynamic. Although, travelling the world with Jon and Josh is hard work, they boys are chaotic, I don't know how Trin managed to do it herself for so long!

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Friday Night Smackdown, Atlanta Georgia, 8 weeks before Survivor Series

Walking into the arena for Smackdown I get a message from Hunter asking to meet him in his office. A mixture of anxiety and curiosity fill in the pit of my stomach. In his office I’m met with the familiar faces of Jon, Josh, and Joseph, smiling I look over to Hunter who invites me to sit.

“I got your message, what’s up?

“We have been toying with the idea of a cross brand rivalry - for Survivor Series. Now that Joe has come up to the main roster, we think the Usos and Solo v The Judgement Day would pique interest from the WWE universe.”

“So why am I here?”

“Demi is the Women’s World Champion and part of Judgment Day; it would only seem right that she faces the Women’s Champion”.

Without hesitation I accept. Hunter debriefs us on how it’s going to play out over the next few weeks. We will have to be on both RAW and Smackdown over the next few weeks, so looks like it will be me and the brothers travelling together since Trin is exclusive to Smackdown!

Gorilla, few hours later (TD segment)

Tonight, I have a singles match, however Demi has to interfere and cost me the match – thus starting our road to Survivor Series.

I see Hunter in his usual place over at the screens with his headset on talking to Randy Orton, Randy spots me and immediately comes over to me.

“There’s my favourite girl.”

“I wouldn’t let your wife hear you say that Randy”.

Randy Orton, he is exactly how you would imagine him to be, a cocky little shit, flirtatious as hell, a menace but he has a heart of gold. Many nights we would hit the gym together and training with him before his injury really improved my in-ring ability. He is another one I would call my family away from family.

A familiar scent fills my nostrils, Josh. He stands next to me wrapping his arm around me pulling me closer, as if to stake his claim in me.

“I’ve been looking for you, come on let’s go”.

I smile apologetically at Randy, he just waves me off laughing, as much as I say people don’t know anything about me and Josh, it’s not to say there isn’t rumours flying around, people have their own take on it, and that’s okay, we just laugh it off.

Trin and Jon (TD Interview segment)

“You see yn and josh think they are so slick hiding their little late-night rendezvous” says Jon

Trin sighing, “I just wish they would bang their heads together and realise they are meant to be. Think of the double dates we could finally have Jon.”

Jon’s laugh fills the small interview room, “yeah it would be sweet, and yn is already like family, it would be an easy transition.”

Away from the cameras

“What were you talking to Randy about?” Josh quizzes

“Nothing, you came in and ushered me away before I could say anything.”

“Good, I don’t like it when you get attention from other guys, just me, okay?”

“I think you’ll find Josh that I can speak to who I like”. I say frustrated with his behaviour.

You see as much as I love Josh, this, this right here the way he wants to have his cake and eat it too drives me insane. I so much as look at another guy and he is right there to remind me I’m his, yet he can look at and speak to as many girls and I can’t say shit.

“I’ve got a match to get to, I’ll see you later J.”

“Goodluck out there baby girl, not that you need it.” Before he can come any closer to me, I slip out the room and let my frustrated sigh out. How much longer am I going to keep torturing myself.  

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NHL TEAMS WITH DESIGNATED DRIVER PROGRAMS 💙

taken from starryote on twitter

Anaheim Ducks (Honda Center)

Sign Up @ Guest Services in Section 214

Incentive: Entry to a raffle for a $200 gift card to the Ducks Team Store

Discount Codes for Lyft Rides on Holidays (Fourth of July, Labor Day Weekend, Halloween, Thanksgiving Eve, and New Years)

Carolina Hurricanes (PNC Arena)

Sign Up @ The Good Sport Designated Driver Station is located at Section 127, Across from the Guest Services

Incentive: Unknown

Flames (Scotiabank Saddledome) -

Sign Up @ The Budweiser Good Sport Booth

Incentive: A free coupon for a soft drink and will be entered into a draw to win a Good Sport gift package.

LA Kings (STAPLES Center)

Sign Up @ Their Website: cryptoarena.com/arena-info/res…

Incentive: Receive a coupon for one complimentary non-alcoholic beverage (redeemable at select concession stands) & entered into drawings for future games tickets w/ a grand prize of a suite seat

Edmonton Oilers (Rogers Place)

Sign Up @ Guest Services in Section 121, Section 129 or Section 230.

Incentive: Unknown

Canucks (Rogers Arena)

Sign Up @ Guest Services in Sections 104, 114, or 310

Registration is open until the end of first period every game.

Restrictions: Must be 19+ w/ valid drivers license & will be given designated wristbands.

Incentive: Coupon for free drink

Blackhawks (United Center)

Sign Up @ Gates 2 or 6 Guest Relations Booth

Restrictions: Must be 21+

Incentive: A coupon for one free regular size fountain soda

Colorado Avalanche (Pepsi Center)

Sign Up @ The Kiosk in Section 132 near the First Aid Station.

Restrictions: Must be 21+

Incentive: Unknown

Dallas Stars (American Airlines Center)

Sign Up @ Guest Relations

Incentive: Promotional Giveaway Items

Detroit Red Wings (Little Caesars Arena)

Sign Up @ The District Detroit App

Restrictions: Must be 21+

Incentive: Unique Bar Code for free Soda

Panthers (Amerant Bank Arena)

Sign Up @ Guest Relations

Incentive: Free Bottled Water or Soft Drink + Entered to Win Promotional Giveaway Items Monthly & Annually

Ottawa Senators (Canadian Tire Center)

Sign Up @ Guest Services Booth Behind Section 201 in Main Concourse

Incentive: Unknown

Lightning (Amalie Arena)

Sign Up @ Amalie Arena App

Incentive: Free Non-Alcoholic Beverage

Toronto MapleLeafs (Scotiabank Arena)

Sign Up @ Fan Services at Gate 1 or Section 301

Restriction: Must be 19+

Incentive: Free Coors Edge & Entered into a drawing to win a prize at end of the season.

NJ Devils (Prudential Center)

Sign Up @ Outside of Club Lounge East near Section 17.

Incentive: Free Drink Coupon & Entered into a raffle for a prize pack

Pittsburgh Penguins (PPG Paints Arena)

Sign Up @ The Designated Drivers Booth

Incentive: Free Drink Coupon

Washington Capitals (Capital One Arena)

Sign Up @ Responsibility Has Its Rewards booth at Section 108

Incentive: Entered for promotional give–a–ways and prizes.

Seattle Kraken (Climate Arena)

Sign Up @ Guest Services

Incentives: A free public transit ticket for safe transportation home at all publicly ticketed home games

Has a program, but no info:

- San Jose Sharks (SAP Center)

- Golden Knights (T-Mobile Arena)

- Minnesota Wild (Xcel Energy Center)

- Nashville Predators (Bridgestone Arena)

- St Louis Blues (Enterprise Center)

- Winnipeg Jets (Bell MTS Center)

- Boston Bruins (TD Garden)

- Buffalo Sabres (Keybank Center)

- Columbus Blue Jackets (Nationwide Arena)

- New York Rangers (Madison Square)

- Philadelphia Flyers (Wells Fargo Center)

Doesn’t have a dedicated program:

- Montreal Canadiens (Bell Centre)

- New York Islanders (UBS Arena)

[louisupdates]

FITFWT23: TOUR RECAP MASTERPOST

FASHION RECAP: NORTH AMERICA, EUROPE (Top Ten)

LITHOGRAPHS and PORTRAITS

OUTRO SONGS

IQ 123: Tour promo and production interviews

TOUR TECHNICAL SPECS [TPI MAGAZINE]

GROUP PHOTOS NA

Louis’ care for his fans

NORTH AMERICA

26 May - Mohegan Sun Arena, UNCASVILLE, CT

27 May - Bank of New Hampshire Pavilion, GILFORD, NH

29 May - Place Bell, LAVAL QC

30 May - Budweiser Stage, TORONTO ON

1 Jun - Blossom Music Center, CUYAHOGA FALLS, OH

2 Jun - Michigan Lottery Amphitheater, STERLING HEIGHTS, MI

FITFWT23: WEEK 1

3 Jun - The Icon Festival Stage, CINCINNATI, OH

6 Jun - Kemba Live! Outdoor, COLUMBUS, OH

7 Jun - TCU Amphitheater at White River State Park, INDIANAPOLIS, IN

9 Jun - Saint Louis Music Park, ST. LOUIS, MO

PORTRAITS, 1st set [10.6.2023]

IG stories and selfies [10.6.2023]

10 Jun - Starlight Theatre, KANSAS CITY, MO

13 Jun - BMO Pavilion, MILWAUKEE, WI

15 Jun - Huntington Bank Pavilion, CHICAGO, IL

16 Jun - The Armory, MINNEAPOLIS, MN

17 Jun - Harrah’s Stir Cove, COUNCIL BLUFFS, IA

19 Jun - Denny Sanford Premiere Center, SIOUX FALLS, SD

21 Jun - Red Rocks Amphitheatre, MORRISON, CO: CANCELLED 😪

24 Jun - Wamu Theater, SEATTLE, WA

26 Jun - Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Center, VANCOUVER BC

27 Jun - McMenamins Edgefield Concerts, TROUTDALE, OR

29 Jun - The Greek Theatre, BERKELEY, CA

PORTRAITS, 2nd set [29.6.2023]

PORTRAITS posted 30.6 [x]

30 Jun - Louis Instagram recap

30 Jun - The Hollywood Bowl, LOS ANGELES, CA

1 Jul - The Chelsea at the Cosmopolitan, LAS VEGAS, NV

3 Jul - Arizona Financial Theatre, PHOENIX, AZ

6 Jul - The Pavilion at Toyota Music Factory, IRVING, TX

7 Jul - Moody Amphitheater at Waterloo Park, AUSTIN, TX

8 Jul - The Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion, THE WOODLANDS, TX

PORTRAITS, 3rd set [9.7.2023]

9 Jul: Louis Instagram recap

10 Jul RTL Radio Interviews

11 Jul - St. Augustine Amphitheatre, ST. AUGUSTINE, FL

13 Jul - Hard Rock Live at Seminole Hard Rock Hollywood, HOLLYWOOD, FL

14 Jul - Yuengling Center, TAMPA, FL

15 Jul - Cadence Bank Amphitheatre at Chastain Park, ATLANTA, GA

18 Jul - Ascend Amphitheater, NASHVILLE, TN

19 Jul - Charlotte Metro Credit Union Amphitheatre, CHARLOTTE, NC

21 Jul - Red Hat Amphitheater, RALEIGH, NC

22 Jul - Merriweather Post Pavilion, COLUMBIA, MD

PORTRAITS, 4th set [23.7.2023]

24 Jul - MGM Music Hall at Fenway, BOSTON1, MA

25 Jul - MGM Music Hall at Fenway, BOSTON2, MA

27 Jul - TD Pavilion at the Mann, PHILADELPHIA, PA

28 Jul - Stone Pony Summer Stage, ASBURY PARK, NJ

29 Jul - Forrest Hills Stadium, NEW YORK, NY

PORTRAITS, 5th set [31.7.2023]

North America FAN EDIT

AUGUST 2023 GAP 1 recap

AWAY FROM HOME FESTIVAL

19 Aug - Parco Bussoladomani, LIDO DI CAMAIORE, Italy

AUGUST 2023 GAP 2 recap (including the 28 launch)

EUROPE

29 Aug - Barclays Arena, HAMBURG

31 Aug - Royal Arena, COPENHAGEN

1 Sep - Spektrum, OSLO [Bigger Than Me anniversary content]

PORTRAITS, 6th set [2.9.2023]

2 Sep - Hovet, STOCKHOLM

4 Sep - Ice Hall, HELSINKI

DORK MAGAZINE PHOTOS 2022 w/ links

5 Sep - Saku Arena, TALLINN

7 Sep - Arena Riga, RIGA

PORTRAITS, 7th set [8.9.2023]

8 Sep - Zalgiris Arena, KAUNAS

10 Sep - Tauron Arena, KRAKOW

11 Sep - Atlas Arena, ŁÓDŹ

13 Sep - Wiener Stadhalle D, VIENNA

14 Sep - Stozice Arena, LJUBLJANA

15 Sep - Budapest Arena, BUDAPEST

PORTRAITS, 8th set [16.9.2023]

17 Sep - Arenele Romane, BUCHAREST

18 Sep - Arena Armeets, SOFIA

20 Sep - Plateia Nerou, ATHENS w/ links to AOTV announcements

SEPTEMBER 2023 GAP recap

1 Oct - Bilbao Arena Miribilla, BILBAO (VIZCAYA)

3 Oct - Altice Arena, LISBON

5 Oct - Wizink Center, MADRID

6 Oct - Palau Sant Jordi, BARCELONA

PORTRAITS, 9th set [7.10]

8 Oct - Pala Alpitur, TURIN

9 Oct - Unipol Arena, BOLOGNA

11 Oct - Rockhal, ESCH-SUR-ALZETTE

12 Oct - Sportspaleis, ANTWERP

14 Oct - Accor Arena, PARIS

15 Oct - Ziggo Dome, AMSTERDAM

17 Oct - Lanxess Arena, COLOGNE

19 Oct - O2 Arena, PRAGUE

20 Oct - Mercedes Benz Arena, BERLIN

PORTRAITS, 10th set [21.10]

22 Oct - Olympiahalle, MUNICH

23 Oct - Hallenstadion, ZURICH

FITFWT23: LATAM promo begins [28.10]

Twitter spree: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 Hall Of Fame, [31.10]

IGTV [1.11]: transcript, gifs [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

8 Nov - 3Arena, DUBLIN

10 Nov - Utilita Arena, SHEFFIELD

11 Nov - AO Arena, MANCHESTER

12 Nov - Ovo Hydro, GLASGOW

14 Nov - Brighton Center, BRIGHTON

15 Nov - International Arena, CARDIFF

17 Nov - The O2, LONDON

18 Nov - Resorts World Arena, BIRMINGHAM

FITFWT23 has come to an end!

ROLLING STONE UK 2023 AWARDS

23 Nov - Camden Roundhouse, LONDON

[pucktoxicity]

https://www.tumblr.com/pucktoxicity/765786455991795712/how-does-tattoo-girl-still-even-allowed-in-the

She got banned?!!!! How?!!! And how do they know? Like with proof then the arena bans bc without proof how would the arena know?

not tattoo girl. jan the stalker got banned. (just wanted to clarify in case!)

when jake got traded to the canucks, jan started going on another one of her rampages on twitter about moving to vancouver, and somehow td garden and the bruins were brought up, and she herself said that she got banned by the organization and boston PD from td garden or the places where the bruins play/practice. it sounds like jake or his team and his gf/fiancee, plus enough reports from concerned fans, finally resulted in a ban. we live in a digital era where they could easily access her social media and see that what was being reported about her wasn’t at all fabricated, and it was VERY clear this woman should not be anywhere near the bruins, their families, or their facilities.

and in case you guys were wondering, per twitter and a mutual friend, the canucks and rogers arena have already received word and plenty of warnings about her if she’s ever to end up in vancouver. 😁

[zonetrente-trois]

"Opening game viewership on Jan. 1 was followed by record-setting attendance on Jan. 2 when 8,318 fans sold-out the league’s second ever game, played between Ottawa and Montreal at The Arena at TD Place."

[jiminy-crickets]

seeing pwhl ottawa play on ice with the 67s logo in the center just make me... justifyably mad. like damn, this city now has FOUR pro or semi pro hockey teams (NHL-Senetors, PWHL-Ottawa, P(provincial)WHL-Lady Senators, and OHL-Ottawa 67s), playing at three different locations, and the NCC is still holding out hope that the Sens will sign on to build that new arena in Lebreton Flats, but until they do, PWHL Ottawa will never have its own home, they will continuously be playing on the 67s ice at TD place, or they will be playing on the Sens ice at the Canadian Tire Center, because well.. they aren't going to join the Lady Sens at the Sensplex, because well..... they aren't sens. AND LIKE.... YEAH, PWHL Ottawa doesnt even have a real logo yet, but... like. GIVE THEM ICE!!!!!!! so HEY SENS, DON'T LEAVE THE NCC HANGING AND SIGN ON FOR THE LEBRETON ARENA!!!!!!! I DON'T CARE HOW LONG IT TAKES, I WANT TO SEE PWHL OTTAWA HAVE THEIR OWN LOGO ON ICE!!!!!

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

World Men's Curling Championship: Scotland topple hosts Canada for gold medal 🥇 Scotland are world champions for the first time since 2009.

Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 clinched the World Men's Curling Championship gold in a dominant victory over hosts Canada 🇨🇦

Fourteen years on from their last title, the Scots led from the second end and were in control en route to a 9-3 win at Ottowa's TD Place Arena.

Mouat's team of Grant Hardie, Bobby Lammie and Hammy McMillan, who needed a tense extra end to edge past Italy in the last four, now add world gold to their current European title and Olympic silver medal.

The team is going to keep going to try to get to the next Olympics and hopefully recreate something like what they did today. That's the goal for all of them and it's exactly why they're still together right now.

Switzerland 🇨🇭 took bronze after beating Italy 🇮🇹 11-3.

Well done @TeamMouat 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏆World Champions. #WMCC2023 🥌🥌🥌

#WorldMen’s CurlingChampionship2023 #WorldCurlingFederation #WMCC2023 #Scotland #TeamMouat #Scottishcurling #Canada #curling

[chrisryanspeaks]

HFAN: Sabrina Carpenter's ‘Short n’ Sweet’ is Here: A Milestone Album from a Pop Powerhouse

Sabrina Carpenter has unveiled her highly anticipated new album, Short n’ Sweet, now available via Island Records. This album is a testament to Carpenter’s showstopping vocals and sharp songwriting skills, solidifying its place as one of the most awaited releases of 2024. With Short n’ Sweet, Carpenter brings a fitting close to a landmark year, crafting a collection that feels both intimately personal and universally relatable. The album boasts 12 tracks co-written with a powerhouse team including Amy Allen, Julia Michaels, and Steph Jones, alongside the production talents of John Ryan, Julian Bunetta, and Jack Antonoff. The result is a richly diverse yet remarkably cohesive body of work, showcasing Carpenter's evolution as both a singer and a songwriter. Short n’ Sweet is already making waves with two major hits propelling its success. Carpenter made history by becoming the first female artist to top the Billboard Global 200 and Global Ex-US charts simultaneously with two different songs: the infectious “Espresso” and the heartfelt “Please Please Please.” The latter, produced by Jack Antonoff and Amy Allen, also became Carpenter’s first #1 on the Billboard Hot 100. Notably, “Espresso” dominated Top 40 radio for three consecutive weeks and quickly amassed 1 billion streams on Spotify, becoming the third fastest song to reach that milestone. Critics from Pitchfork, Rolling Stone, and The New York Times all touted “Espresso” as a strong contender for the song of the summer, with the track scaling to the top of Spotify's Global, US, and UK charts. In the UK, Carpenter joined the ranks of artists like Justin Bieber, Ariana Grande, and Ed Sheeran by simultaneously holding the #1 and #2 spots on the UK chart for five consecutive weeks. She’s also spent a total of 12 weeks at #1 on the UK Singles Chart this year. Adding to her cultural impact, Carpenter starred in an official 2024 NBC Olympics commercial, further cementing her status as a pop culture icon. Carpenter’s momentum continues as she prepares for the North American leg of her Short n’ Sweet Tour, starting on September 23rd in Columbus. The 33-date arena tour sold out rapidly and will include stops in major cities like New York, Los Angeles, Nashville, Toronto, and Austin. Supporting acts Amaarae, Griff, and Declan McKenna will join her on this journey. Carpenter has also partnered with PLUS1 to launch the Sabrina Carpenter Fund, dedicated to supporting mental health, animal welfare, and the LGBTQ+ community. With Short n’ Sweet, Sabrina Carpenter not only reaffirms her place at the top of the pop world but also showcases her commitment to using her platform for positive change. Take a listen below and let us know your thoughts: Short n’ Sweet Tour Dates 09.23.24-Columbus, OH-Nationwide Arena 09.25.24-Toronto, Ontario-Scotiabank Arena 09.26.24-Detroit, MI-Little Caesars Arena 09.29.24-New York, NY-Madison Square Garden 09.30.24-Brooklyn, NY-Barclays Center 10.2.24-Hartford, CT- XL Center 10.3.24-Boston, MA-TD Garden 10.5.24-Baltimore, MD-CFG Bank Arena 10.8.24-Philadelphia, PA-Wells Fargo Center 10.11.24-Montreal, QC-Bell Centre 10.13.24-Chicago, IL-United Center 10.14.24-Minneapolis, MN-Target Center 10.16.24-Nashville, TN-Bridgestone Arena 10.17.24-Saint Louis, MO-Chaifetz Arena 10.19.24-Raleigh, NC-PNC Arena 10.20.24-Charlottesville, VA-John Paul Jones Arena 10.22.24-Atlanta, GA-State Farm Arena 10.24.24-Orlando, FL-Kia Center 10.25.24-Tampa, FL-Amalie Arena 10.27.24-Houston, TX-Toyota Center 10.28.24-Austin, TX-Moody Center 10.30.24-Dallas, TX-American Airlines Center 11.1.24-Denver, CO-Ball Arena 11.2.24-Salt Lake City, UT-Delta Center 11.4.24-Vancouver, BC-Pacific Coliseum 11.6.24-Seattle, WA-Climate Pledge Arena 11.7.24-Portland, OR-Moda Center 11.9.24-San Francisco, CA-Chase Center 11.10.24-San Diego, CA-Pechanga Arena 11.13.24-Phoenix, AZ-Footprint Center 11.15.24-Los Angeles, CA-Crypto.com Arena 11.17.24-Inglewood, CA-Kia Forum 11.18.24-Inglewood, CA-Kia Forum Read the full article

[audiofuzz]

HFAN: Sabrina Carpenter's ‘Short n’ Sweet’ is Here: A Milestone Album from a Pop Powerhouse

Sabrina Carpenter has unveiled her highly anticipated new album, Short n’ Sweet, now available via Island Records. This album is a testament to Carpenter’s showstopping vocals and sharp songwriting skills, solidifying its place as one of the most awaited releases of 2024. With Short n’ Sweet, Carpenter brings a fitting close to a landmark year, crafting a collection that feels both intimately personal and universally relatable. The album boasts 12 tracks co-written with a powerhouse team including Amy Allen, Julia Michaels, and Steph Jones, alongside the production talents of John Ryan, Julian Bunetta, and Jack Antonoff. The result is a richly diverse yet remarkably cohesive body of work, showcasing Carpenter's evolution as both a singer and a songwriter. Short n’ Sweet is already making waves with two major hits propelling its success. Carpenter made history by becoming the first female artist to top the Billboard Global 200 and Global Ex-US charts simultaneously with two different songs: the infectious “Espresso” and the heartfelt “Please Please Please.” The latter, produced by Jack Antonoff and Amy Allen, also became Carpenter’s first #1 on the Billboard Hot 100. Notably, “Espresso” dominated Top 40 radio for three consecutive weeks and quickly amassed 1 billion streams on Spotify, becoming the third fastest song to reach that milestone. Critics from Pitchfork, Rolling Stone, and The New York Times all touted “Espresso” as a strong contender for the song of the summer, with the track scaling to the top of Spotify's Global, US, and UK charts. In the UK, Carpenter joined the ranks of artists like Justin Bieber, Ariana Grande, and Ed Sheeran by simultaneously holding the #1 and #2 spots on the UK chart for five consecutive weeks. She’s also spent a total of 12 weeks at #1 on the UK Singles Chart this year. Adding to her cultural impact, Carpenter starred in an official 2024 NBC Olympics commercial, further cementing her status as a pop culture icon. Carpenter’s momentum continues as she prepares for the North American leg of her Short n’ Sweet Tour, starting on September 23rd in Columbus. The 33-date arena tour sold out rapidly and will include stops in major cities like New York, Los Angeles, Nashville, Toronto, and Austin. Supporting acts Amaarae, Griff, and Declan McKenna will join her on this journey. Carpenter has also partnered with PLUS1 to launch the Sabrina Carpenter Fund, dedicated to supporting mental health, animal welfare, and the LGBTQ+ community. With Short n’ Sweet, Sabrina Carpenter not only reaffirms her place at the top of the pop world but also showcases her commitment to using her platform for positive change. Take a listen below and let us know your thoughts: Short n’ Sweet Tour Dates 09.23.24-Columbus, OH-Nationwide Arena 09.25.24-Toronto, Ontario-Scotiabank Arena 09.26.24-Detroit, MI-Little Caesars Arena 09.29.24-New York, NY-Madison Square Garden 09.30.24-Brooklyn, NY-Barclays Center 10.2.24-Hartford, CT- XL Center 10.3.24-Boston, MA-TD Garden 10.5.24-Baltimore, MD-CFG Bank Arena 10.8.24-Philadelphia, PA-Wells Fargo Center 10.11.24-Montreal, QC-Bell Centre 10.13.24-Chicago, IL-United Center 10.14.24-Minneapolis, MN-Target Center 10.16.24-Nashville, TN-Bridgestone Arena 10.17.24-Saint Louis, MO-Chaifetz Arena 10.19.24-Raleigh, NC-PNC Arena 10.20.24-Charlottesville, VA-John Paul Jones Arena 10.22.24-Atlanta, GA-State Farm Arena 10.24.24-Orlando, FL-Kia Center 10.25.24-Tampa, FL-Amalie Arena 10.27.24-Houston, TX-Toyota Center 10.28.24-Austin, TX-Moody Center 10.30.24-Dallas, TX-American Airlines Center 11.1.24-Denver, CO-Ball Arena 11.2.24-Salt Lake City, UT-Delta Center 11.4.24-Vancouver, BC-Pacific Coliseum 11.6.24-Seattle, WA-Climate Pledge Arena 11.7.24-Portland, OR-Moda Center 11.9.24-San Francisco, CA-Chase Center 11.10.24-San Diego, CA-Pechanga Arena 11.13.24-Phoenix, AZ-Footprint Center 11.15.24-Los Angeles, CA-Crypto.com Arena 11.17.24-Inglewood, CA-Kia Forum 11.18.24-Inglewood, CA-Kia Forum Read the full article

[saintmagx]

✨ Cruel Summer ✨

Part 2

pairing: Solo Sikoa x reader, Jey Uso × reader (briefly)

AN: If you’d like tagged, let me know 💖

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity (if you squint), jealous Jey, toxic behaviour, bad/embarrassing writing ⚠️

doesn't follow a specific timeline however it is more recent, total divas making a return.

✨ Said I’m fine but it wasn’t true, I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you ✨

The match was going off without a hitch, I had Charlotte in a headlock ready to execute my finisher when I’m taken down from behind by Rhea, the plan was for her to beat me down then escape through the crowd laughing and holding her title up high, I sold the beat down like a pro and the heat she was getting was phenomenal. Corey Graves and Michael Cole were doing their part on commentary making this look like a sickening attack, though as per his character Corey was doing his best to be a little shit that he is and side with the heel superstar. Smackdown ended with me out cold in the middle of the ring. What a way to kick off this rivalry.

Backstage, Gorilla

Back in the gorilla I’m met with hunter.

���Amazing job out there yn!”

“I’m afraid that was all Demi, I just followed her lead.”

A thick Aussie accent fills the gorilla.

“Nah, don’t sell yourself short yn, I wouldn’t have been able to look half as good if your selling of the beat down wasn’t as great.”

I’ve finally come face to face with demi, her aura radiates confidence and raw sex appeal.

“Okay ladies, you both did good.” Hunter states “but now, we have to incorporate the Uso’s into this, so next week on Smackdown the Judgement Day will meet the Uso’s.”

There is a real buzz backstage about this upcoming Smackdown. I just hope it’s something that the fans can really sink their teeth into.

Yn interview (TD segment)

“I always try and look at social media after a match, everyone things I’m crazy but honestly I need to know how it’s coming across to the fans.”

“If something isn’t working or isn’t believable you best believe the WWE universe will make their opinions known.”

Yn picks up her phone and goes into twitter.

“See, look at these comments.”

Mami vs yn????? TAKE MY MONEY NOW #smackdown #wwe

Mami stepping all over yn, me next jkjkjk unless👀 @RheaRipley_WWE #smackdown

Rhea why????? What did yn do to you :( #wwesmackdown

My two favourite woman beefing 😭 this will go down as the greatest rivalry ever!!!!!!!!!! #wwe #smackdown

“Okay, yeah some are a bit more extreme than others, but it shows that what we are doing, the story we are trying to tell is getting over with the fans. I just hope the Uso’s and Judgement Day can pull it out the bag too.”

The next day after I’m on television, I always wake up to messages from family and friends congratulating, consoling or just trying to get details out of me about what’s happening next, but my lips are sealed.

If I don’t see Jon, Trin or Josh before leaving the arena I always have multiple messages from them too, and today was no different.

J 💖

Get yo ass ready, we going for breakfast

Or we could stay in and I’ll have breakfast 👀

Did you get message?

You better be getting ready!!!!

I’m leaving now

Yn?

*10 missed calls J 💖*

Shit.

As I’m getting up, I hear banging from the other side of my hotel room, I don’t have to guess what, or who is making that noise. Opening the door, I’m greeted with an unamused Josh.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls or texts? I thought something had happened to you!”

“Well as you can see, I’m fine, so if you don’t mind, I need to get ready for breakfast.”

As I turn to walk away, I’m pulled into the familiar arms of his, my forbidden safe place. If Josh knew I was harbouring these feelings for him, this would all stop, and I could potentially lose him and I’m not ready for that.

Whispering into my ear he says the one thing I’ve been desperate to hear:

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry for yesterday and the way I acted when you were talking with Orton, I know he’s just a friend but fuck, I hate when other men talk to my girl.”

“Your girl? So, are you mine then too?” I say sarcastically, knowing his answer.

He smirks “You know all this can’t be tied down.”

As much as we have had this conversation before, and I already knew his answer - it hurt but I couldn’t let him see that.

“Exactly Josh, so how about we cut the bullshit and call this for what it is? Two friends having fun.”

He spins me around and lifts my chin so I’m looking at him, his eyes dark and fiery – he was pissed.

“Okay, lets call it for what it is, you are mine.”

His large soft lips engulf my own, filling my body with the same euphoric feeling I always get with him.

“Now go get ready, Trin and Jon are waiting for us.”

At Breakfast (TD Segment)

“Hey girl, you took your time.”

“Ay did my brother try keep you from us AGAIN?”

“Trin, I overslept and Jon no one can keep me from you guys.” I say sitting next to Trin.

No matter what I’m going through, being with my family always makes me feel better. My happy place.

“Ya’ll mind if I sit?”

Joseph Fatu. As much as we run in the same circles, I’ve only ever met him once and that was in Hunters office. From what Trin and the boys have told me he’s quiet at first, but when he warms up, he is truly a special soul.

“Sit yo ass down, you aint gotta ask uce.”

I can see the Fatu resemblance. The dark mysterious eyes, the infectious smile and in contrast the brooding stare. These boys have good genes. My eyes start to wonder to the ink across his arms, studying each piece as if I was an art enthusiast. Looking back up I see his eyes are already on me with the signature Fatu stare, I smile and return to my conversation with Trin, hoping he hadn’t realised how long id been staring.

Unbeknownst to me, the waitress that had been serving us had been making heart eyes at Josh the entire time, and he had noticed this. Whether it was to get back at me for speaking up earlier or Josh being Josh, he started flirting with her at the table, she was over exaggerating her laugh and he was pulling out all the usual material that worked on these types of women. Watching him flirting wasn’t something knew and normally I wouldn’t bother much, however they exchanged numbers and arranged to meet up tonight. My stomach became heavy, and I felt like I was going to throw up, my heart was breaking once again and the cause? Josh Fatu.

Trin and Jon interview (TD segment)

“I love my brother deeply, but he is such an idiot.”

“Flirting with another girl right when yn is sitting at the table? That’s messed up.”

“Yeah Jon, your right your brother is an idiot. How could he do that to her?”

My eyes begin to sting as I excuse myself. This behaviour is nothing knew but each time it happened it took a little piece of me. Why did I have to fall in love with him of all people?!

tagged: @southerngirl41 @christinabae @raya-hunter01

[the-physicality]

the sun players deserve to play in a full arena like boston every game, honestly makes me kind of sad that they have to go back to connecticut now

Yeah

I read this article today https://www.ctinsider.com/sports/article/connecticut-sun-boston-td-garden-game-wnba-19663608.php

Which talks about the facilities, future, etc (Alyssa Thomas is interviewed) and it reminds me of this conversation that nwsl Reddit had once upon a time. Basically the Houston dash and Chicago red stars are still nwsl 1.0 teams whereas KC spirit thorns are nwsl 2.0 (in terms of marketing, crowds, and management)

The part in the interview where the owners said basically we used to be on the high end of facilities but everything has gotten better across the league …. It’s interesting to think about the merc in comparison (granted very different ownership structures) … the way people talk about the merc, they had the crowds before anyone else did and now you have teams with famous draft picks … etc… the difference of course being the merc org (mat etc) have invested (the new practice facility) and the sun don’t have priority at a practice space.

That being said I think the ownership of the sun is really cool and unique and there are opportunities in ct, they just have to invest

New England sports are interesting of course bc they have the strongest fan bases in the world (and honestly the men’s teams are cooler than a lot of other places) like the sports identity is so strong… I didn’t even follow them but I can still name the famous guys from the 4 Boston teams

It’s hard to say that the team wouldn’t benefit from a move to Boston from a management and talent attraction/retention perspective (as alluded to in the article). That being said AT has been there for 10 years and on quick glance, she’s the only one from that draft class who’s stayed where she was drafted (it feels like kinda a bygone era)

The tough thing is that I don’t think the league would put an expansion team in Boston if the sun stay where they are .. and Boston has been lacking in women’s sports for a while (obv pwhl Boston now exists and nwsl Boston is coming back) but New England gets the short end of the stick on so much bc the states aren’t “big” (actually the density of the northeast corridor -dc to boston- gets the region ripped off when it comes to women’s teams. Because despite being dense areas with passionate fans boston and Philly don’t have teams “oh it’s too close to dc and ny” “oh well the whole league can’t be on the east coast we have to give every city in California an expansion team first”

[louisupdates]

FITFWT23: OUTRO SONGS

NORTH AMERICA

26 May - Mohegan Sun Arena, UNCASVILLE CT: The Best, by Tina Turner

27 May - Bank of New Hampshire Pavilion, GUILFORD NH: This Charming Man, by The Smiths

29 May - Place Bell, LAVAL QC: Downtown, by Petula Clark

30 May - Budweiser Stage, TORONTO ON: Summer of 69, by Bryan Adams

1 Jun - Blossom Music Center, CUYAHOGA FALLS, OH: Bittersweet Symphony, by Verve

2 Jun - Michigan Lottery Amphitheater, STERLING HEIGHTS, MI: Chasing Rainbows, by Shed Seven

3 Jun - The Icon Festival Stage, CINCINNATI: All These Things That I’ve Done, by The Killers

6 Jun - Kemba Live! Outdoor, COLUMBUS OH: The One I Love, by REM

7 Jun - TCU Amphitheater at White River State Park, INDIANAPOLIS: Love Will Tear Us Apart, by Joy Division

9 Jun - Saint Louis Music Park, SAINT LOUIS: Johnny B. Goode, by Chuck Berry

10 Jun - Starlight Theatre, KANSAS CITY MO: Moondance, by Van Morrison

13 Jun - BMO Pavilion, MILWAUKEE: I Can See Clearly Now, by Johnny Nash

15 Jun - Huntington Bank Pavilion, CHICAGO: September, by Earth, Wind, and Fire

16 Jun - The Armory, MINNEAPOLIS: Nothing Compares 2 U, by Sinéad O’Connor

17 Jun - Harrah’s Stir Cove, COUNCIL BLUFFS, IA: Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've?) by Buzzcocks

19 Jun - Denny Sanford Premiere Center, SIOUX FALLS, SD: American Pie, by Don McLean

21 Jun - Red Rocks Amphitheatre, MORRISON, CO 😪

24 Jun - Wamu Theater, SEATTLE: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out, by The Smiths

26 Jun - Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Center, VANCOUVER BC: King Of Pain, by The Police

27 Jun - Mcmenamins Edgefield Concerts, TROUTDALE OR: Always On My Mind, by Elvis Presley

29 Jun - The Greek Theatre, BERKELEY CA: Never Tear Us Apart, by INXS

30 Jun - The Hollywood Bowl, LOS ANGELES: California Love by 2Pac ft Dr. Dre & Roger Troutman

1 Jul - The Chelsea at the Cosmopolitan, LAS VEGAS: Human, by The Killers

3 Jul - Arizona Financial Theatre, PHOENIX: Liberator, by Spear of Destiny

6 Jul - The Pavilion at Toyota Music Factory, IRVING TX: Hello, I Love You, by The Doors

7 Jul - Moody Amphitheater at Waterloo Park, AUSTIN TX: Teenage Dirtbag, by Wheatus

8 Jul - The Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion, THE WOODLANDS TX: Walking On The Moon, by The Police

11 Jul - St. Augustine Amphitheatre, ST. AUGUSTINE FL: Every Breath You Take, by The Police

13 Jul - Hard Rock Live at Seminole Hard Rock Hollywood, HOLLYWOOD FL: Your Song, by Elton John

14 Jul - Yuengling Center, TAMPA FL: Hit Me With Your Best Shot, by Pat Benatar

15 Jul - Cadence Bank Amphitheatre at Chastain Park, ATLANTA: You Can’t Always Get What You Want, by The Rolling Stones

18 Jul - Ascend Amphitheater, NASHVILLE: Hold Back The Rain, by Duran Duran

19 Jul - Charlotte Metro Credit Union Amphitheatre, CHARLOTTE NC: Perfect Day, by Lou Reed

21 Jul - Red Hat Amphitheater, RALEIGH NC: Moondance, by Van Morrison

22 Jul - Merriweather Post Pavilion, Columbia MD: Easy, by The Commodores

24 Jul - MGM Music Hall at Fenway, BOSTON: More Than A Feeling, by Boston

25 Jul - MGM Music Hall at Fenway, BOSTON: Here Comes Your Man, by The Pixies

27 Jul - TD Pavilion at the Mann, PHILADELPHIA: Nothing Compares 2 U, by Sinead O’Connor

28 Jul - Stone Pony Summer Stage, ASBURY PARK NJ: Dancing In The Dark, by Bruce Springsteen

29 Jul - Forrest Hills Stadium, NEW YORK: We Are The Champions, by Queen

Away From Home Festival 2023

19 Aug - Parco BussolaDomani, Lido di Camaiore: We Are The Champions, by Queen

EUROPE

29 Aug - Barclays Arena, HAMBURG: Love Will Tear Us Apart, by Joy Division

31 Aug - Royal Arena, COPENHAGEN: Under Pressure, by Queen and David Bowie

1 Sep - Spektrum, OSLO: Wake Me Up When September Ends, by Green Day

2 Sep - Hovet, STOCKHOLM: Seven Nation Army, by White Stripes

4 Sep - Ice Hall, HELSINKI: Always On My Mind, by Elvis

5 Sep - Saku Arena, TAILLINN: All Star, by Smash Mouth

7 Sep - Arena Riga, RIGA: Thuderstruck, by AC/DC

8 Sep - Zalgiris Arena, KAUNAS: Can’t Help Falling In Love, by Elvis [Zouis this day]

10 Sep - Tauron Arena, KRAKOW: Lust For Life, by Iggy Pop

11 Sep - Atlas Arena, ŁÓDŹ: Blitzkreig Bop, by the Ramones

13 Sep - Wiener Stadhalle D, VIENNA: Supersonic, by Oasis

14 Sep - Stozice Arena, LJUBLJANA: Smile Like You Meant It, by The Killers

15 Sep - Budapest Arena, BUDAPEST: Helicopter, by Bloc Party

17 Sep - Arenele Romane, BUCHAREST: My Hero, by Foo Fighters

18 Sep - Arena Armeets, SOFIA: Bombtrack, by Rage Against The Machine

20 Sep - Petras Theater, ATHENS: Go With The Flow, by Queens of the Stone Age

1 Oct - Bilbao Arena Miribilla, BILBAO (VIZCAYA): Where Is My Mind, by The Pixies

3 Oct - Altice Arena, LISBON: Farewell To The Fairground, by White Lies

5 Oct - Wizink Center, MADRID: Munich, by Editors

6 Oct - Palau Sant Jordi, BARCELONA: One Armed Scissor, by At the Drive-In

8 Oct - Pala Alpitur, TURIN: Are You Gonna Go My Way, by Lenny Kravitz

9 Oct - Unipol Arena, BOLOGNA: Helicopter, by Bloc Party

11 Oct - Rockhal, ESCH-SUR-ALZETTE: Where Is My Mind, by The Pixies

12 Oct - Sportspaleis, ANTWERP: My God Is The Sun, by Queens Of The Stone Age [very self-aware choice]

14 Oct - Accor Arena, PARIS : Bubbles, by Biffy Clyro

15 Oct - Ziggo Dome, AMSTERDAM: Song 2, by Blur

17 Oct - Lanxess Arena, COLOGNE: Can't Stand Me Now, by The Libertines

19 Oct - O2 Arena, PRAGUE: Are You Gonna Be My Girl, by Jet

20 Oct - Mercedes Benz Arena, BERLIN: Friday I’m In Love, by The Cure

22 Oct - Olympiahalle, MUNICH: Praise You, by Fatboy Slim

23 Oct - Hallenstadion, ZURICH: Last Nite, by The Strokes

8 Nov - 3Arena, DUBLIN: These Are The Days, by Inhaler

10 Nov - Utilita Arena, SHEFFIELD: Mr. Brightside, by The Killers

11 Nov - AO Arena, MANCHESTER: This Charming Man, by The Smiths

12 Nov - Ovo Hydro, GLASGOW: Gloria, by The Snuts

14 Nov - Brighton Center, BRIGHTON: I Wanna Be Sedated, by Ramones

15 Nov - International Arena, CARDIFF: 20th Century Boy, by T-Rex

17 Nov - The O2, LONDON: Can’t Stand Me Now, by The Libertines

18 Nov - Resorts World Arena, BIRMINGHAM: Till The End Of The Road, by Boyz II Men

You can also find the list at this Twitter account: ltwtoutros.

[thelensofyashunews]

CHILDISH GAMBINO ANNOUNCES NEW ALBUM ‘BANDO STONE & THE NEW WORLD’ OUT JULY 19 

Childish Gambino announced that his sixth studio album, ‘Bando Stone & The New World,' will be releasedon July 19 via RCA Records; he also dropped “Lithonia,” the explosive first single. The album notably serves as the final album under his Childish Gambino imprint. 

Childish Gambino is set to take Little Island in NYC on July 6th. This exclusive interactive experience will be the first listen to ‘Bando Stone & The New World’. Tickets to CHILDISH GAMBINO LIVE FROM LITTLE ISLAND go on sale on July 3rd at 10AM ET at https://www.littleislandtickets.com/.

Gambino premiered the movie trailer for ‘Bando Stone & The New World’ at the 2024 BET Awards. He also opened the ‘Lifetime Achievement Tribute’ for Usher with a show stopping performance of “U Don’t Have To Call.”

Childish Gambino is also set to take the global stage once again beginning this summer with The New World Tour produced by AEG Presents. The long-awaited U.S. leg kicks off on August 11 at Paycom Center in Oklahoma City, OK making 33 stops across North America before wrapping up in Chicago, IL at United Center on October 3. Gambino will then begin the European/UK and Australian/New Zealand legs of The New World Tour in Lyon, FR, on October 31 before concluding at RAC Arena in Perth, WA on February 11. WILLOW is confirmed as direct support for North America, and Amaarae is confirmed for Europe/UK as well as Australia and New Zealand. Tickets are available on thenewworldtour.com. 

NORTH AMERICA 2024  

Sun Aug 11 – Oklahoma City, OK – Paycom Center *  

Mon Aug 12 – Kansas City, MO – T-Mobile Center *

Wed Aug 14 – Milwaukee, WI – Fiserv Forum *

Thu Aug 15 – Columbus, OH – Schottenstein Center *

Sat Aug 17 – Detroit, MI – Little Caesars Arena *

Sun Aug 18 – Toronto, ON – Scotiabank Arena *

Tue Aug 20 – Pittsburgh, PA – PPG Paints Arena *

Wed Aug 21 – Philadelphia, PA – Wells Fargo Center *

Fri Aug 23 – Boston, MA – TD Garden *

Sat Aug 24 – Uncasville, CT – Mohegan Sun Arena *

Mon Aug 26 – Brooklyn, NY – Barclays Center *

Tue Aug 27 – Brooklyn, NY – Barclays Center *    

Thu Aug 29 – Washington, D.C. – Capital One Arena *

Fri Aug 30 – Raleigh, NC – PNC Arena *

Sun Sep 1 – Nashville, TN – Bridgestone Arena *

Mon Sep 2 – Atlanta, GA – State Farm Arena *

Wed Sep 4 – Tampa, FL – Amalie Arena *

Thu Sep 5 – Sunrise, FL – Amerant Bank Arena *

Sat Sep 7 – New Orleans, LA – Smoothie King Center *

Sun Sep 8 – Houston, TX – Toyota Center *

Tue Sep 10 – Austin, TX – Moody Center *

Wed Sep 11 – Dallas, TX – American Airlines Center *

Fri Sep 13 – Denver, CO – Ball Arena *

Sat Sep 14 – Salt Lake City, UT – Delta Center *

Mon Sep 16 – Phoenix, AZ – Footprint Center *

Wed Sep 18 – Los Angeles, CA – Crypto.com Arena *

Thu Sep 19 – Los Angeles, CA – Crypto.com Arena *                   

Sat Sep 21 – San Francisco, CA – Chase Center *

Mon Sep 23 – Vancouver, BC – Rogers Arena *

Tue Sep 24 – Portland, OR – Moda Center *

Wed Sep 25 – Seattle, WA – Climate Pledge Arena *

Fri Sep 27 – Calgary, AB – Scotiabank Saddledome *

Sun Sep 29 – Edmonton, AB – Rogers Place *

Wed Oct 2 – St. Paul, MN – Xcel Energy Center *

Thu Oct 3  – Chicago, IL – United Center *

EUROPE/UK 2024 

Thu, Oct 31  –  Lyon, FR  –  LDLC Arena #

Sat, Nov 2  –  Milan, IT  –  Unipol Forum #

Mon, Nov 4  –  Cologne, DE  –  Lanxess Arena #

Wed, Nov 6 – Hamburg, DE – Barclays Arena #

Fri, Nov 8 – Oslo, NO – Oslo Spektrum #

Sun, Nov 10 – Copenhagen, DK – Royal Arena #

Tue, Nov 12 – Prague, CZ – O2 arena #

Wed, Nov 13 – Berlin, DE – Uber Arena #

Tue, Nov 19 – Paris, FR – Accor Arena #

Thu, Nov 21 – Munich, DE – Olympiahalle #

Sat, Nov 23 – Brussels, BE – ING Arena #

Sun, Nov 24 – Amsterdam, NL – Ziggo Dome #

Tue, Nov 26 – Manchester, UK – AO Arena #

Thu, Nov 28 – Glasgow, UK  –  OVO Hydro #

Sat, Nov 30 – London, UK – The O2 #

Sun, Dec 1 – London, UK – The O2 #

Tue, Dec 3 – Birmingham, UK – Utilita Arena #

Thu, Dec 5 – Dublin, IE – 3Arena #

AUSTRALIA 2025

Tue, Jan 28 – Auckland, NZ –Spark Arena #

Sat, Feb 1 – Brisbane, QLD – Brisbane Entertainment Centre #

Tue, Feb 4 – Sydney, NSW – Qudos Bank Arena #

Wed, Feb 7 – Melbourne, VIC – Rod Laver Arena #

Sat, Feb 11 – Perth, WA– RAC Arena #

Support Key

* With WILLOW

# With Aamarae

[influencermagazineuk]

Justin Timberlake Adds Humor to Controversy Over Recent DUI Incident at Boston Concert

Justin Timberlake, the renowned Grammy Award-winning singer, recently injected humor into a serious situation by addressing his recent drink-driving arrest during a concert in Boston. The incident took place in Sag Harbor, New York, where Timberlake was stopped for reportedly failing to adhere to traffic signs and maintain his lane while driving his BMW. According to official reports, officers noted concerning signs such as his bloodshot and glassy eyes, and the strong smell of alcohol on his breath. Gage Skidmore, CC BY-SA 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons The incident has sparked significant media attention and public interest, with a video circulating on social media capturing Timberlake's onstage remark at Boston's TD Garden arena. In the video, Timberlake playfully quipped to the audience, "Is there anyone here that is driving, no I'm just kidding," which elicited a mix of laughter and applause from his fans. This lighthearted response contrasts sharply with the seriousness of his legal situation. Despite the controversy, Timberlake has vehemently denied the allegations through his legal representatives, emphasizing his commitment to vigorously defend himself in court. The 43-year-old artist, originally gaining fame as a member of the pop group NSYNC, has continued with his tour across the United States, undeterred by the ongoing legal proceedings. His upcoming performances are scheduled in several major cities, including Baltimore, Cleveland, and Lexington, with plans to extend his tour to the United Kingdom in August, where he is set to perform in Birmingham, Manchester, and London. This incident marks a challenging period for Timberlake, who previously hinted at the personal impact during a performance in Chicago by acknowledging, "it's been a tough week." As he navigates through these legal challenges, Timberlake remains focused on his music career and the support of his loyal fanbase, determined to carry on with his scheduled tour dates and performances around the globe. Read the full article