#it's not always sunny in pittsburgh

[grandnanasworld]

A good day to drop this on here still navigating how it goes on here 😆

[filmsmakkari]

LA Girl Magic

warren rojas x fem!reader

Summary: Warren Rojas always dreamed of Los Angeles. The clubs, the music, and the ridiculously beautiful women.

CW: Sexual-ish content but no actual smut, a little angsty at the end. As always my (Y/N) is assumed to be black and sometimes such is implied but definitely not enough that others can't read.

June 1979

Everyone always dreamed of Los Angeles. The warmth of the Californian sun, the waves crashing against the Venice shore, the palm trees lining the streets. LA was the land of opportunity. And when you wished on Los Angeles stars, it felt like they would always come true. LA was the dream. Endless sunny days, ridiculously beautiful girls, and freedom to do and be whatever you wanted.

Los Angeles was everything for a band from Pittsburgh, where the only options were the mill or the army. So when Billy Dunne asked Warren Rojas about the possibility, Warren immediately went out and bought a van so the band would be ready to make the drive. It more or less cost him everything he had. It was crazy, but he somehow trusted it.

And boy, he couldn't have been more right.

It didn't come immediately. Weeks of phone calls that lead to nowhere. Finally meeting Teddy Price, and then being put through the wringer by him for months, a canceled tour, and being so dirt poor that he had to steal toast from restaurants. Enter Daisy Jones. Look At Us Now comes out. Sold out shows, gold records, and more drugs and women tearing at his pants than he could have ever dreamed of when he was just some skinny, curly-haired kid in Pennsylvania. The Six were living the California dream. He always said Daisy had "LA girl magic." He even tried to get Billy to write a song about it. 

It was July 1st, 1979, the LA date of the Aurora tour. For Daisy, it was the hometown show, but she had always said she didn't have anyone in LA, no parents or extended family in the whole city. So everyone in the band was surprised when she said she'd have a childhood friend coming for the show. The shock became even greater when Daisy walked into the green room laughing and smiling with (Y/N) (L/N). 

(Y/N L/N) was the "it girl" before that term was coined. A gorgeous Hollywood starlet. An Oscar winner at ten, a Vogue cover at 15,  a sold out world tour at 20, and a star on the Walk of Fame by 21. She was currently working on her sophomore album, and the world was waiting to see how she'd elevate herself further. But in the meantime, she was staying on the public's minds with her new Chanel film being aired on every TV in America, in which she played a songbird stuck in a cage next to a bottle of Coco Mademoiselle. (Y/N) had the talent that made her the critic's darling and the incredible beauty that made her desired and hated.

Warren's breath caught when he looked at her.  (Y/N)'s hair, dark like a raven's wing,  tumbled down her back in long curls. She wore a pale blue Halston jumpsuit that made her skin shimmer, and diamond jewelry added to the effect. And her eyes… oh God, those brown eyes. Warren would bet that she'd be able to finish him with just her eyes.

His cheeks slightly heated up at his thoughts as he watched her introduce herself to the band members. She approached him last, wrapping her arms around his neck, saying, "Hey, it's so nice to meet you! I'm (Y/N)."

Warren stuttered slightly, removing his hands from her waist and looking into her eyes. "I-I know."

(Y/N) chuckled. "And are you gonna tell me your name, drummer?"

"Warren!" he rushed out embarrassingly quickly. "I'm Warren Rojas."

(Y/N) smiled. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Warren." 

Warren loved the way his name sounded on her tongue. He wanted her to say it over and over again.  He wondered what it'd be like to hear her scream it. 

These thoughts remained on his mind as he played as hard as he could that night, knowing she was watching and wanting her to feel every beat. Warren knew that people usually didn't pay attention to the rhythm section during concerts, too interested in the lead guitar or frontman to notice the lonesome drummer in the back, but just knowing there was a chance that (Y/N) was watching him, Warren played that drumline like it was his last night on earth.

Teddy was waiting as they all walked backstage, giving the usual pats on the shoulder and congratulations. 

"Hey, Rojas," Teddy called as Warren cracked open a beer. That is the kind of performance I expect from the best drummer in rock' n roll!" Warren had never received such high praise from Teddy, and the compliment made him swell with pride.

"Hey, call it the LA girl magic," Warren said with a shrug and a smile.

Teddy furrowed his brow, "I have no idea what you're talking about, son, but if that's what made you play like that, I need you to use it every night." 

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The afterparties in the bus were always wild, but tonight was different. The Six had just played one of their best shows of the tour, so they decided to rent out some random bar on Sunset to celebrate specially. Beautiful bodies of men and women were swaying to the sensual rhythms and blues blaring from the boombox, and there were pills and powders sprawled across the tables that could only be found on the dirtiest streets of the City of Angels. This night was on fire. 

Now, on a normal night, Warren probably would have grabbed a blonde with nice tits and a brunette with nice legs and taken them anywhere with a working lock on the door, but on this particular night, even the tightest skirts wrapped around girls just begging him to lift them around their waists and bury his face in between their thighs weren't the slightest bit tempting to him. Instead, all his attention was on a certain LA girl with dark features and the voice of an angel. 

(Y/N) and Daisy were currently standing on a table, swaying their hips in a way that could only come naturally to girls who were stumbling out of clubs like these in tight dresses and runny makeup when they were 14. All of the men stared at them hungrily. All the girls tried to emulate their movements. But none could mimic the harmonies they sang over the random guitar melody playing. Their voices were enough to bring the roof down. 

Warren was in fucking awe.

He'd gotten used to Daisy's voice. The power in it, the way she sang from deep in her belly and sounded like her voice was traveling over rocks to produce the sound. Daisy's voice was the pure essence of rock n roll.

But (Y/N)? Her voice was hauntingly beautiful. And in the teal shimmery dress she's changed into for the after party, with slits on either side, she looked like she'd come from the depths of the sea to lure men in with her siren call. Her voice was alluring but dangerous. It pierced its way through Warren's heart, and in that moment, he would've done anything she asked him to. 

"Huh," he breathed out. "LA magic."

"What was that, love?" asked the red-haired girl who'd taken it upon herself to wrap her arms around his neck and move her body against his. 

"Excuse me," said Warren, shoving her off and walking towards (Y/N). A sailor drawn to a siren, he approached the table and called her name.

(Y/N)' s eyes widened happily when she saw him. "Warren!!" She climbed down from the table and wrapped him in a tight hug. "You did so well tonight, congratulations! The drumline in "Let Me Down Easy" made the entire number- no one could have played it better!" she yelled over the loud music.

Warren exhaled and smiled. "It's just nice to know someone's listening." 

(Y/N) let out a giggle, folding her lips before turning back to the table. "Daisy-jay!" she yelled at her friend. Daisy had already found another way to occupy herself, playing some sort of game involving vodka and a chocolate bunny. "Yeah, (Y/N/N)?"

"I'll be right back! Save me a shot!" (Y/N) yelled before grabbing Warren by the wrist and dragging him outside the club. 

The pair heard Daisy yell out ",Hey! Don't have too much fun you two!"

(Y/N) exhaled a deep breath, taking a few steps forward and staring up at the sky. "It's a full moon tonight, Warren."

Warren stood beside her. "Yeah, no stars though."

They looked back at each other, brown eyes meeting brown eyes in a warm dance. 

"There are never stars here," (Y/N) said with a smile. "Something called light pollution, I think. From all the city lights everywhere."

"I love the city lights. Seeing them reminds me that we made it. That we're really here." Warren closed his eyes for a moment. "But some nights I miss the stars. Back in Pitt, I could always see hundreds of stars from my window. Started chartin' em like I was part of Apollo 11 or something," he said shyly, letting out a dry chuckle.

"That's amazing, Warren." (Y/N) smiled at him so beautifully and kindly. He knew she meant it.

"I didn't know you were from Pittsburgh," she said.

"Mmhm. Been friends with all the guys since I was a kid. But I was actually born in Botogá. Shot over to the U.S. when I was three."

"Colombia?" 

Warren nodded with a smile.

(Y/N) hummed. "I guess now's a good time to mention that I've always had a thing for foreign men. Only guys I usually like more are drummers in rock bands," she said nonchalantly, looking back at the moon.

Meanwhile, Warren felt like his heart was in his fucking ass.

He swallowed nervously. "W-well I have a thing for Hollywood girls."

"Oh, really?" she said casually. 

"Yeah," Warren said, building up his confidence. "'S part of why I chose to move here. I knew that even if the music thing worked out, I'd still be able to find a girl from the city of angels to take me to heaven." Warren pushed a stray curl behind her ear, and for the first time in the whole night, (Y/N) was the nervous one.

Warren felt the change in dynamic immediately and decided to take a risk.  He leaned in,  searching (Y/N) 's eyes for any sign of rejection. When he saw none, he closed the gap between them, seizing her lips with his in a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling the tall man downwards. He grabbed her by her waist, exposed by the slit in her dress, pulling her closer. (Y/N) let out a small moan at the feeling of his touch on her skin, and Warren took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, increasing the wetness accumulating between her legs.

The pair finally pulled away for air, staring deep into each other's eyes silently. 

"Do you want to see heaven, Rojas?" (Y/N) asked breathily. 

Warren's lips were swollen, and his pupils were dilated as he spoke, "I'll follow wherever you go, angel." 

(Y/N) caught his lips in a quick kiss before walking over to the phone booth and calling the taxi company. She'd never felt so much embarrassment as when she had to stifle her moans on the phone with the operator as Warren had followed her into the booth and began kissing and sucking up her arm to her shoulder and neck. Once he quickly figured out her weak spot was in between her jawline and her neck, he just continued on with the spot as if he was a starving man and her skin was his last meal. That, along with his large hands traveling up and down her body, almost caused (Y/N) to drop the phone, tear off her clothes, and sit on his lap on the dirty street corner. 

When the taxi finally arrived, (Y/N) 's embarrassment only grew as Warren pulled her to practically straddle him and stuck his tongue down her throat. She could feel the discomfort radiating from the driver. But when he started playing with her panties… well, then she said to hell with embarrassment.

It felt like they'd been in the taxi for an eternity when they finally arrived at the large house in Baldwin Hills. The lovers stumbled through the large door, fumbling with each other's clothes and sharing messy, maddening kisses as they fell on the couch. (Y/N) sat atop Warren, staring deep into his eyes. The feeling of his hands on her waist was making her feel crazy. 

"I want you inside me, Warren."

She didn't need to tell him twice.

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January 2000

"At some point that night, I had every part of me in that woman," Warren reminisced with a chuckle. "Shit felt like joining the swim team. Shit, sorry Jules." Warren Rojas had aged handsomely. His once sleek black curly hair had grayed, and he'd developed wrinkles around his eyes. His hands were now rough and calloused from years of being a successful rock drummer who achieved many accolades before being inducted into the Rock n Roll Hall of  Fame and retiring. He was the perfect picture of a had-been rockstar, a man now in his forties, tanned from days spent sitting out on his rusty old boat in the Marina. Some people might have pitied him, but he was content. 

"I forgot who I'm talking to. I'd appreciate it if you didn't keep that part in. I think Nina would die if she had to hear about her old man like that." 

Julia, now a woman grown and the spitting image of her mother with long, straight black hair and a camera at hand, was a far cry from the child Warren had known all those years ago. 

"Hard for me too, to tell you the truth," she said with a slightly awkward laugh. "So then what happened?"

"Well I think you know, kiddo. Love. War. Band called it quits." 

"With her, I mean."

Warren tensed up a bit. "Well, I loved her. Spent eight years with her, so I think he might've loved me too," he said with a smirk. "But we wanted different things, in the end. I wanted to slow down for a bit. Buy this boat, maybe have a few kids. I wanted success in the music world, but I wanted a wife and kids to share it with. She wanted to keep going. Being an "EGOT" at 24 wasn't enough, she wanted more. I've  always loved her for that. She has so much hunger for life. She wants to live. She nearly gave it all up to settle with me, but I loved her too much to block her dreams. And I loved her enough to let her go. Met Lisa back in '89, had Nina in '94. I'm happy with my life now. I feel like everyone thinks I'm this miserable, washed up drummer, but I'm happy with the life I built for myself."

"Do you still love (Y/N)?" asked Julia.

Warren smiled a sad smile and looked at his lap. "... I'll always love that girl. I see her in everything. I watch her life in pictures now. Hear her voice on the radio. You'll probably have to cut this out too… cause of Lisa, of course… but uh…"the man trailed off, and a haze fell over his eyes as if he was seeing flashes of the past.

"You know something? That night when I first met her, after… after we finished," he shot Julia a look, "I got up to get her a cup of water, and when I looked out of her kitchen window, I saw a shooting star. I'd barely seen two stars in my time spent in the city at that point. We'd just fuckin talked about it! But after that night with her? There one was, shooting across the sky."

Warren chuckled and shook his head. "Goddamn LA Girl Magic."

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 9)

*****THIS PART CONTAINS SMUT/MATURE CONTENT. MINORS DNI*****

(I told y’all it was coming! If you’ve been waiting for it, it’s here!)

Chapter 9 - A Night in Steel City

“Where are we going, darling?” Joe asked from the passenger seat as you exited the airport parking lot.

“I’m taking you to a popular Pittsburgh place to eat. Burgatory.”

“Burgatory?”

“If you like pubs, I think you’ll really like it! They, obviously from their name, have burgers, and different bar food. The best thing is the milkshakes, and you can get them alcoholic, too.”

“That sounds amazing, love.”

“It’s nothing fancy, though.”

“I don���t need fancy. I just want to be with you, darling.” He reached over to your free hand that was rested on your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours. You smiled at him, pulling your joined hands up to your lips and planting a kiss on his hand.

Joe absolutely loved Burgatory. He downed an alcoholic milkshake faster than he’d like to admit, and genuinely seemed to enjoy the food, but you weren’t sure if it was because he really liked it or if he was just hungry from being on a plane for 3 hours.

“We’re going to come here again someday, right?”

You chuckled at his excitement.

“Of course, honey. Whenever you want.”

An ornery grin appeared on his face.

“Oh, you really shouldn’t have said that. I’ll take full advantage of it,” he laughed.

“Let’s go,” you said with a giggle and an eye roll, shaking your head at him and pulling him towards the exit, while he jokingly pretended to rush to suck the very bottom of his milkshake out of the straw, as if you were making him leave without finishing it. He needed one last sip, even if there was none left.

You started heading towards your next destination for the evening, the Mount Washington incline. It was beginning to get dark at that point, which was perfect timing. The view of the Pittsburgh skyline from the top of Mount Washington was absolutely breathtaking at night. You parked at the bottom of the incline and got out of the car, Joe joining you and linking your hands once you rounded the car to the sidewalk. You went to the ticket booth and bought two round-trip incline tickets.

“Darling, I can take care of this since you paid for dinner,” Joe said, reaching for his wallet. Always a gentleman. You placed your hand on his forearm to stop him from getting it out.

“No, it’s my turn to treat you to a night out,” you said with a warm smile. He smiled back and kissed your cheek, letting go of his back pocket.

“Alright, love. But just this once. I want to take care of you.”

You glanced up at him with a smitten grin.

“Deal.”

The two of you boarded the incline car as the sun fully set, the city lights shining with the stars. It was an unbelievably clear night, as if God knew you had planned this and wanted the conditions to be perfect - perfect conditions for perfect Joe. You couldn’t have asked for better. The incline car started up the side of the mountain, the beautiful skyscraper lights revealing themselves as you moved above the trees. Joe watched out the windows in awe. It made you so happy to see him enjoying himself, especially on your turf, somewhere familiar to you. You had only been to Philadelphia once but had been to Pittsburgh countless times. The incline came to a stop at the top of the mountain, and you got off the car to go to the overlook. You leaned against the railing, taking in the beautiful city skyline. You felt arms snake around you. Joe was standing behind you, his arms wrapped around you with his hands joined on the front of your stomach. He rested his chin down on your shoulder and leaned his cheek into the side of your neck. You smiled at the sudden display of affection.

“This is absolutely amazing, darling. Have you brought all of your dates here?”

You giggled at his witty joke as he tightened his hug around you slightly.

“Only you. This is my favorite place in Pittsburgh, the absolute best. I saved it for the best.”

Joe’s face formed into a flattered smile. He lifted his head a little and placed a kiss on your neck, nuzzling his face into the top of your shoulder. Your cheeks flushed at the sensation of his kiss placement. It was as if this man knew exactly how to drive your heart crazy.

“My love, you are too incredibly kind to me.”

“You deserve it. I’ve been through Hell before I met you. You have been nothing short of amazing to me in the little time I’ve known you. Even if you walked away right now, I would be incredibly grateful for you.”

“I could never. You’re stuck with me, darling.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The two of you kissed under the stars and city skyline, a crescent moon in the distance. It was not possible for it to be more romantic. The kiss began to deepen, the most passionate it had ever been. Eventually, you pulled away from a combination of breathlessness and not wanting to be too bold in public. Joe started planting kisses on your neck, trying to maintain some type of contact with you for his lips. You exhaled a lust-filled breath when you felt his teeth lightly graze your skin.

“Joe,” you whispered.

“Mmm?” he questioned wordlessly, his lips not leaving your neck. You released another breath, this time not completely quiet. A soft moan escaped through your lips. “Joe, we’re in public.” He removed his mouth from your neck and leaned in close until his lips were just barely brushing yours, his hot breath dusting your face.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear that, love,” he spoke in a low, seductive tone against your lips, earning red cheeks from you. “And can you blame me? You brought me on this amazing date, treated me like a king, and you look absolutely ravishing tonight.”

“We can go to the hotel,” you suggested, biting your lip with a giggle. Joe’s hand slid down your back to your butt and gave it a little squeeze over your dress, letting out a low, nearly inaudible moan.

“Good. Remember what I said earlier? I want to take care of you.”

You burst through the hotel room door, and it was barely shut before you started ripping clothes off each other. Joe pulled your dress over your head, tossing it aside and leaving you in your black lace bra and panties, his pupils growing at the sight. You pulled his shirt over his head and began frantically undoing his belt, turning you both so his back was to the bed. Once his belt was open and buttons undone, you pulled his jeans off and pushed him onto the bed. He was left in just his boxers, lying on his back with his legs spread apart off the bed, feet on the floor. You climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. His hands wandered up and down your sides, studying you and committing every inch and curve of your body to memory. You leaned down and planted kisses on his lips that quickly turned from tender to hungry and passionate, working your way down his neck to his collar bone, and then to his chest. He moaned at the escalation in desire and the sensation of you. You rocked your hips against his quickly growing erection through his boxers, earning more low moans and quiet growls from him. He began working on your neck, trying to return the favor, sending jolts of electricity to your core. As he planted wet kisses on your collar bone, he slowly slid each bra strap off your shoulders, reaching around to your back.

“Can I?” he asked for permission. You nodded. He unclipped your bra and let it fall off you, his eyes fixated on your newly exposed breasts.

“Fuck,” he muttered in awe. “So damn beautiful.” He sat up and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your chest into his face. He kneaded one breast with his free hand, slowly kissing and licking the other breast to give it proper attention, running his tongue over your nipple. You moaned at the sensation, encouraging him to keep going. He let out a lustful exhale between licks when you once again grinded against his growing bulge. You climbed off him and began to kneel between his legs when he stopped you. “Baby, let me take care of you. Don’t worry about me. You’re all I need.” There was that damn name again that you loved so much. You obeyed, standing back up. He pulled your panties down as you stood in front of him, tossing them aside and lifting his hips off the bed so you could do the same with his boxers. You climbed back on him, straddling his waist once again, but he wasn’t having it this time. He wanted to be in control, be the one to pleasure you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and quickly flipped you both over. He went back to kissing you passionately, working his way down your neck, leaving wet trails, lips smacking. His mouth made its way down your body until it was on your pubic bone. You writhed underneath him, knowing how close he was to your core, and needing him there desperately. He reached down, his fingers slipping between your folds. “Mmmmm, so wet and ready for me already, baby.” You got even wetter just hearing him talk like that. It was something out of a dream. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“J-Joe, please,” you whined, eager for his touch.

“I like it when you beg, darling.” He leaned down and put his tongue to your bud, and you jolted at the sudden contact and increase in pleasure. Your jaw dropped at how good it felt on you. He sure knew what he was doing. Your hands reached for his head and began running through his curls, lightly tugging on them. He moaned against your core, the vibrations increasing your pleasure. You whined at the sensation. “Mmmm, I think I found my favorite sound in the whole world,” he mumbled against your core, going back to licking and sucking. He took a finger and ran it along your opening, collecting your juices combined with his saliva for lubrication. He pushed a finger inside of you, causing you to cry out in surprise and pleasure. He worked on you from the inside, curling his finger in search of that special spot. Your moans got louder and more frequent, hinting to him that he had found it. He inserted another finger to help the first one and continued massaging your walls.

“J-Joe, oh fuck. I’m so close,” you forced out, whining with each sweeping pass of his tongue.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out of you and his tongue stopped its work on your bud. You pouted at the sudden emptiness. Joe moved up and spread your legs around his waist, quickly positioned himself at your entrance and gathering juices onto his member. He shoved himself in without warning. You cried out from the pleasure of being filled again.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Feels so good. You alright?”

It was so sweet of him to check on you. Some men were selfish and only focused on chasing their own climax, but not Joe.

“Mhmm,” was all you could muster out.

He rhythmically rolled his hips into you, causing that aching pleasurable sensation to start building once again.

“Good girl. Look at you, you’re doing so good,” he praised, shooting more waves of pleasure to your core.

The pleasure grew stronger and stronger as Joe’s hips moved faster and faster. Joe’s thrusts became sloppy, indicating he was approaching his high, too. “Mmmm, I’m s-so r-ready. Where do you want it, darling?”

“I-in m-me,” you stuttered in pleasure. His breaths quickened, and you both peaked together. Moans from both of you filled the room as Joe thrusted messily through his high. Once you both rode out your pleasure, he pulled out of you and leaned down, kissing you gently.

“That was...life altering,” he said through an exhale with a smirk. You smiled and giggled, nodding in agreement.

“Mind blowing.”

He laid down beside you, pulling you in as the little spoon and kissing you on the shoulder attentively. He gently rubbed circles on your arm, nearly tickling you. You could have stayed like that for hours. He sure wasn’t kidding when he said he would take care of you, aftercare included.

“Joe?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Does this make us a couple? You know, officially?”

He turned you so you were on your back to get a better view of your face, looking down at you from above.

“Well, what do you want us to be? If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll be.”

This man just finished railing you like an animal and was still being a gentleman, allowing things to be defined on your terms rather than his own.

“I just want you. I don’t care how. I just do.”

He smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“You already have me.”

Story Master List

[noleygonteevee]

i was tagged by @darklylovely to do this :))))

last song: i am the resurrection- the stone roses

fav color: forest green

last book: H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald (sad but interesting! and surprisingly gay)

last movie: conclave (very good!!!)

last show: it's always sunny in philadelphia (banger never misses)

sweet/spicy/savory: savory

relationship status: single, for now

last thing i googled: used ibanez tubescreamer

current obsession: currently back in my oasis phase which began circa 2010 so that's really fucking fun but also going for walks!!!

looking forward to: new apartment and new job all in the next two weeks!!! no more insane boss and i dont have to worry about those GIANT THINGS in november and january, i can just watch them from a distance like everyone else yipeeeee!!!!!! also a halloween party next week with a guy im trying to get with rn! going to pittsburgh, atlanta, seattle, portland, and philly soon-ish(???) and the fucking september 2025 when i see oasis!!!!!!

tagging @imjustahairygirl @habitualvoyeur @aquarian-sunchild and @likeasettingsun

[glowingsaints]

I feel like my coworkers and I could write an Always Sunny spin-off about Pittsburgh

[frcntiering]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ BIO & WANTED CONNECTIONS

introducing: DAVY QUAN.

character inspo : duckie dale ( pretty in pink ), neil perry ( dead poets’ society ), nellie laroy ( babylon ), vanellope von schweetz ( wreck it ralph )

** content warnings: mentions of deaths in the family ** 

( last updated: 20/03/2023 )

STATS.

FULL NAME: davy delilah quan

NICKNAMES: deedee, ddq, the more creative the better

BIRTHDAY: september 28th ( 26 years old ).

ZODIAC: libra

HOMETOWN: qz

BIRTHPLACE: san francisco, california

JOB: clean-up crew

GENDER & PRONOUNS: nonbinary & she/they

SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: queer

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

PERSONALITY 

davy intends to walk through life with a skip in their step and a line in their head. if fate was kind, they would be an actor by now, making waves in hollywood and thriving in a creative industry. but no, fate is never that considerate. so they’re stuck as a cleaner in the pittsburgh qz. 

still, this doesn’t stop them from practising accents, self-teaching dance moves, and doing monologues from the saved tapes they have at home. 

they have a box tv that their father salvaged years ago, and some old home videos on tape, and old tv recordings. over the years, the quans collected whatever tapes they could find.

their apartment was kept in pretty good condition

to davy, there’s no point in mourning the past. at least, that’s what they tell themselves. in reality, they are covering up their real emotions with jokes and keeping busy with work and staying around other people. this way, they can be funny, they can be smooth, they can be the best. as long as they don’t have to be themselves :))) because the real davy rn would be crying :)))

davy’s personality has been pretty consistent for most of their life. they have always been sunny and funny, but perhaps in the past year, people may notice that they hardly ever go home, or that they never talk about themselves anymore. it’s always an outward focus, with davy now.

DAILY LIFE.

davy does a mixture of night and day shifts for the clean-up crew. 

recently, they have opted to stay out more than necessary, not really wanting to come home until they absolutely need to fall asleep.

since the death of their father, they’ve been avoiding staying at their old family apartment. 

davy is the only one left :((

HISTORY.

the quan family were on vacation when the outbreak happened, visiting relatives in buffalo, new york. there was her mother, father, and three older brothers. 

davy was a toddler during the chaos of trying to survive the first wave of the outbreak, and trying to get to safety in the qz. 

on the way to the qz, the eldest quan brother was lost, becoming part of the infected. 

being the baby of the family, the quans did everything they could to keep davy safe and protected — if not from the infected, then from the people around them. 

davy’s father became part of the clean-up crew, davy’s mother became a farmer. the two quan brothers became part of fedra. 

when davy was 14, the middle quan brother ( 18 yrs old at the time ) was lost in a raid outside of the qz.

when davy was 17, the youngest quan brother ( 20 yrs old at the time ) defected from fedra and became a firefly. davy never saw them again. 

when davy was 20, davy lost her mother. mrs quan started joining the food delivery trips between the atlanta qz and the pittsburgh qz. she would be gone for weeks at a time. one day, davy and her father heard that her mother’s truck was attacked by the infected. not a single person made it back. 

for six years, davy and her father lived alone in the apartment. it was a quiet existence. when she was 21, she joined the clean-up crew officially, taking her father’s place as his knees had started to give way and he began developing more physical ailments. their regular routine was coming home to watch one of the movie tapes together. mr quan’s favourite was watching the old tv recordings, including the commercial breaks and everything. they often quoted movies back to each other. davy remembers these times with a lot of fondness. 

just last year, when davy was 25, mr quan passed away of natural causes. 

coming home alone to that once crowded apartment ... davy resolved to never think about what they had lost ever again. they would not think about their dead parents, or their dead brothers, and certainly not their missing (probably dead) remaining brother. they would not think about this ... they would move on, and try to shine so bright that there wouldn’t be any space for thinking of the sad things.

since losing their father, davy has not really talked about it with anyone. as far as anyone is aware, they’re ... doing fine ... :))

HEADCANONS / DAVY-ISMS.

they can memorise almost anything they hear. not forever, but word-for-word most times.

very good at mimicking sounds and people’s voices. a decent singer, in this respect.

generally jut a great mimicker and impersonator in general. they love to watch fedra officers and practise their walk.

cannot fight to do shit. being the baby of the family, davy never had to do much protecting of themselves. they rely on the basics of shooting a gun if they ever needed to save themselves. 

they’re an excellent runner, though, and very slippery, so this is how they usually get out of tough scrapes. and there have been a few. 

davy is also, i believe, a very good friend. though they’re very nihilistic and don’t take care of their own wellbeing, they care about the people in their life. it’s a struggle though ... they didn’t want to care about so many people (they don’t want to suffer the pain of losing anyone else) but they can’t help it. they love their friends so much. 

that being said, davy has probably had a few relationships in the past, ranging from puppy love to something almost serious. generally in a romantic relationship, davy used to be quite non-committal and immature. now, however, they are growing into someone more responsible.

WANTED CONNECTIONS !!

friends. (unlimited slots)

someone to teach them how to fend for themselves (hunting, fighting, gathering food, etc.)

someone who will urge them to talk about their past, and help them process

someone davy can help !! they love to make people smile :((

someone davy can be aboslutely goofy with. we’re thinking fred and george weaslye, we’re thinking shaggy and scooby, dumb and dumber, etc. !!

relationships.

the one who got away ( from a couple of years ago, 0/1. )

davy was too immature, it was not a good time, things were not meshing ... you name it ... but there was something real there. could have ended amiably or horribly !  , and maybe they need to re-connect again to properly end whatever happened between them.

crushes !! ( ∞ )

infinity symbol because really davy is a little in love with everyone. a light-hearted plot, can lead to very good friendships or perhaps a relationship ??

let’s get down to business ( 0/1.)

a curious little plot. i’d love to explore davy being more serious in relationships. they genuinely care about people, but is it enough to be able to show their love for a special someone? i am open to SHIIPPSSS

family.

the youngest quan brother. ( 0/1. )

they are two years older than davy, and disappeared when they were 20, and davy was 17. so they would now be 28 years old. went to join the fireflies and never came back. the quan family were very close, and loved each other very much, which is why it’s such a shock that he left. will you come back, dear brother? 

note on gender: at the moment, they are considered a ‘brother’, but if you would like to develop them further, i am more than happy to work with you on that !! they can have any pronouns and can be trans, nonbinary, etc. 

pls message me if any of these plots tickle your fancy !!

[textingaboutprometheus]

first of all, they all look great in their sunnies and I love Dan in the soft jumper.

Secondly, Favs always looks so glum when he is not around Lovett. I am sure it's just his normal demeanor, but it shows how much Lovett makes him happy.

They look so good. Dan's jumper looks so cozy. I bet it was cold as shit in Michigan.

Yeah, I'm sure Lovett will join them this evening for the show. Pittsburgh is closer to Ann Arbor than it is Philadelphia.

[pittsburghbeautiful]

Seasonal Activities to Enjoy in Pittsburgh All Year Round

Seasonal Activities to Enjoy in Pittsburgh All Year Round Pittsburgh, also known as the “Steel City,” boasts a rich history, vibrant culture, and a plethora of activities that cater to every season. Whether you’re a local or a visitor, there’s always something exciting to do in this dynamic city. From the snowy winters to the blooming springs, the sunny summers, and the colorful falls, Pittsburgh…

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TJ on Kobe Theory: A Fascinating Story

Once upon a time in the magical realm of Athletica, where athletes from various sports gathered to showcase their talents and share their wisdom, two legends stood out: TJ Watt, the fierce linebacker of the Steel City Rangers, and Kobe Bryant, the legendary shooting guard known as the “Black Mamba.”

One sunny afternoon, while TJ was training under the enchanted sun, he stumbled upon an ancient scroll hidden beneath a blooming cherry blossom tree. The scroll contained the “Kobe Theory”—a series of jokes and quotes attributed to the Mamba himself, each one more profound than the last.

Curious, TJ read through the scroll, chuckling at the witty remarks about hard work and dedication. One quote caught his attention: “The moment you think of giving up, think of the reason why you held on so long.” Inspired, TJ decided to host a gathering for his fellow athletes to share the wisdom of Kobe’s words.

As athletes from various sports arrived—basketball players, football stars, and even a few soccer legends—TJ took center stage. “Welcome, everyone! Today, we’re going to honor the spirit of Kobe Bryant, not just through his incredible talent, but through his humor!”

He then started sharing some of the quotes. “What did Kobe say when he couldn’t find his favorite shoes? ‘These are the only ‘Kobes’ you need to feel legendary!’” The crowd erupted in laughter.

Next, he shared a joke: “Why did Kobe always bring a pencil to the game? Because he wanted to draw fouls!” More laughter followed, and the atmosphere was filled with camaraderie.

As the event continued, TJ encouraged everyone to share their favorite Kobe quotes or stories. A basketball player stood up, recalling how Kobe once said, “I’m not afraid of failure; I’m afraid of not trying.” This sparked a lively discussion about overcoming challenges, both on and off the field.

Feeling inspired, TJ decided to take the gathering to the next level. He challenged everyone to incorporate a bit of the “Kobe Theory” into their training. “Let’s push ourselves like Kobe pushed his teammates! Let’s embrace the grind!”

From that day on, Athletica flourished with newfound energy. Every athlete began incorporating Kobe’s lessons into their daily routines, motivated by his blend of hard work and humor. They even formed a friendly rivalry about who could come up with the best Kobe-inspired jokes.

One day, TJ overheard a soccer player say, “Why did Kobe never get lost? Because he always followed the ‘Mamba mentality’ GPS!”

And so, the legend of Kobe Bryant continued to thrive in Athletica, not just through the greatness of his game but in the joyful laughter and camaraderie he inspired among athletes. TJ Watt learned that combining hard work with humor created bonds that could withstand any challenge.

In the heart of Athletica, where everyday heroes transformed into legends, the “Kobe Theory” became a guiding light, reminding everyone to face their struggles with determination and a smile. And together, they all lived happily ever after, honoring the legacy of the Black Mamba in their hearts and in their laughs.

#power #powerpittsburgh #pittsburghpower #pittsburgh

[budgetpestcontrolpgh2]

A Guide to Common Summer Pests in Pittsburgh

As the warm breezes of summer roll into Pittsburgh, they bring along not just the scents of barbecues and fresh blooms but also a variety of pests that can turn your sunny days into frustrating ones. Whether you’re gardening, grilling, or simply lounging in your backyard, being aware of these common critters can help you prepare and protect your home and outdoor spaces. Budget Pest Control Services has provided your essential guide to the pests that are most likely to pay a visit this summer in Pittsburgh, and what you can do about them.

1. Wasps and Hornets

Wasps and hornets become more active and aggressive during the summer as they forage for food and build nests. Avoid attracting these stinging insects by covering food during picnics, sealing garbage cans tightly, and removing any existing nests during the early morning or late evening when they are less active.

2. Ants

Pittsburgh sees a variety of ants in the summer, including pavement ants and carpenter ants. Pavement ants are generally found outside and around the foundation of homes but can venture indoors in search of food. Carpenter ants, which are capable of damaging wood structures, are attracted to moist wood in and around the home. Keeping food sealed, surfaces clean, and addressing moisture-prone areas can help deter an ant invasion.

3. Ticks

With more people enjoying outdoor activities, exposure to ticks increases during the summer months. Ticks are notorious carriers of Lyme disease, so it’s important to protect yourself when hiking or walking in wooded areas. Use tick repellent, wear long sleeves and pants, and always check for ticks after spending time outdoors.

4. Bed Bugs

While not strictly a summer pest, bed bugs can be a problem any time of year, and they often hitch a ride on luggage and clothing during travel season. Always inspect your hotel room or rental for signs of bed bugs, and wash your clothing in hot water after returning from a trip.

5. Termites

Summer can see increased termite activity as they swarm to start new colonies, potentially causing damage to wood structures.

Prevention and Control

The key to managing these summer pests is prevention. Regularly inspecting your home for signs of pests and taking early action can prevent larger infestations. If pests become a persistent problem, it may be wise to call in a professional pest control service like Budget Pest Control Services that can provide a more comprehensive solution tailored to your specific situation.

Summer in Pittsburgh is too precious to let pests spoil it. By taking these precautions, you can minimize the impact of these common intruders and maximize your enjoyment of the season.

Stay informed and stay pest-free this summer! Contact Budget Pest Control Services today at 412-318-4912. Our pest control experts can take care of current infestations, or prevent future infestations from occurring.

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Day 7: Pequea Creek to Baltimore

Distance Covered: 62.47 miles

Total Time (including rests): 9:04 (8:04am-5:08pm)

Time spent riding: 6:08

Average Speed: 10.2 mph

Apples Eaten: 3 (gala - 6.5/10, gala - 7/10, gala - 6.5/10)

Despite being the shortest, today was probably the worst ride yet. It was hot and sunny (to be expected), but that isn't what made the ride terrible. No, the ride was bad for a few other reasons.

First, the hills: the first 2/3 of the ride was extremely hilly, often with very steep inclines. I had to get off my bike to walk several times on the hills, meaning I tired out much more quickly than usual. I couldn't even talk full advantage of the declines, as I had to make sure I wasn't going to fast because my luggage would go wild if I was too fast on a steep decline.

Second, and most more importantly, my tire tubes: when I woke up this morning, my bike had a partial flat. I pumped it up, then walked/rode 1 mile to the nearest bike station with a floor pump to fix my bike. I was able to fix it, and then I took off. Later, I felt that my back tire had lost a lot of air (but not yet gone flat), so I stopped for a moment. While I was stopped, I did have the pleasure of meeting a nice man who grabbed his bike pump so I could use it. I continued on my ride, but my bike was quickly going flat again. At this point, I had no spare tubes, so I had to book it to the nearest bike shop. I ended up biking a good 2-3 miles on a flat tire in a hilly area. It especially sucked because I was supposed to be enjoying those miles as it was part of a rail bike trail, but I couldn't, due to my tires.

The rest of the ride after that was rather uneventful, except for a second stop at another bike shop to get more equipment (the first one didn't have enough of what I wanted/needed).

Small Things on the Ride

Small gear - the front cassette (the part with the gears) of my bike has 2 gears, but it does not have the shifter needed to change between them. Due to this, I almost always stay only on the larger gear, as it usually gives me a better range. However, today, due to the hilly nature of the first 40 miles or so, I switched to the smaller gear in front (I had to do it manually because of the lack of shifter), and it made the ride slightly more pleasant. It did mean that I wasn't really able to take advantage of the momentum from going downhill that much, because when on the smaller gear, pedaling while going downhill doesn't really do anything.

State Trooper - one of the times I was stopped for a flat repair, a state trooper who was driving by stopped to ask if I needed any help. I didn't, but he did suggest a place I could go to get my bike pumped up if I needed more air in my tires.

White bicycles - I saw 2 white bicycles today while I was riding in Baltimore. If you don't know, a white bicycle is usually placed where a bicyclist is killed in a car accident. I've seen quite a few of them in NYC and Chicago before, but these were the first ones I saw on this trip. I suppose they probably are only really in urban areas.

Giving Up?

Here's the big topic for today: should I just give up on this trip? I came into it excited, but a good 70% of the ride has been rather unpleasant, especially today, where the only fun parts were the 10 miles or so, and even that wasn't the best (okay, that's not really true, I also really enjoyed several of the hills I went down, but those are counteracted by the pain of going uphill). While I was riding with my back tire mostly flat, I kept just thinking how horrible the ride was at the moment. I really don't want to have to be stopping my bike to do a quick fix 2+ times every day. My hope is that tomorrow's ride + the GAP trail from DC to Pittsburgh change my mind on this, but at the moment the ride constantly feels way too tiring. You might notice I don't have much to say in today's post (apart from this part), and that's because I spent so much of this ride just focusing on trying to get to the next "checkpoint", or thinking about how much I wanted the ride to end. I started this blog as a way to record the various thoughts I usually have during a ride but forget about, but it's kinda becoming a chore. For example, today's Design Notes about my Cardcasting system. While I did enjoy thinking about it, I started my train of thought about it on the ride because I was thinking to myself "I should find something game-design related to write about today" - that's also why it may seem a little disjointed, because it's a distillation of a much larger idea that I can't really be bothered to write about at the moment. You'll also notice a lack of many pictures - that's because when I get into this sort of depressed zone, I don't even want to have to think about taking pictures, so I just block it out. My front bag is also falling apart a bit, and it's tearing at my handlebar tape. I also keep having to true my back bike wheel (not that I mind it too much, it's rather relaxing compared to fixing a tire). I even forgot to mention that last night I actually got a cut on my thumb while doing some bike fixing work. I'm worried for the rest of the ride. So far, what I've been doing is the easy part, camping only 1 night at a time and then staying at a friend's place. But starting Sunday, I'm going to be biking/camping 4 days back-to-back, and then after Pittsburgh, I'm going to be doing the same, but it won't even be on bike trails. The only good thing I can say about the Ohio portion of the ride is that it will probably be flatter than these last couple of days. Today's ride was supposed to be the shortest day of the trip, but it still ended up taking 9 hours. I don't even think I'm going to really be able to do yoga today, because I got here late. That's not to mention the fact that PB&Js are getting less enjoyable by the day. I meant to make myself a cream-cheese bagel yesterday in Philadelphia before starting my ride, but I forgot. Honestly, at the moment, what's keeping me going is not the ride itself, but rather the people I plan on seeing along the trip, as well as not wanting to waste the camping reservations I've made. I'm already starting to hate the idea of bicycling.

So, in all, No, I will not be giving up on this ride yet, but it is a definite possibility, especially if things don't get better from here on out.

Design Notes

I don't have much today in this area (see above, in Giving Up?), just want to touch on a magic system I've been working on.

Cardcasting

Cardcasting is a magic system I first created about a year ago when I was thinking about world-building, RPGs, and magic systems, and was disappointed by the fact that I couldn't find a style of magic system where the process by which one casts a spell can be represented in a tabletop game. For example, when RPGs like Dungeons & Dragons have magic, they typically forgo the players needing to perform some actions in order to cast the spell, and rather just focus on how many spells a player can cast, and of what level.

In Cardcasting, anyone who cast spells has an "Element" or "Mana" Deck, which consists of various cards of different elements (think a deck full only of Energy cards in the Pokemon TCG or only Land cards in Magic: the Gathering). In order to cast a spell, a player draws a certain number of cards from their deck, and must be able to assemble the spell from the cards they drew. I've written a rather long design document about this that I might share at another time, but that's all that you need to know regarding Cardcasting for what I was thinking about today.

While I have a core system developed, I've never really thought much about the larger game this would be a part of. For example, until recently, I hadn't really thought about how players would learn to cast spells, and what types of spells they could learn. Obviously, a player can only learn spells that their Element deck has the capacity to create (for example, if a player's deck only has 2 Dimensional Mana cards, they wouldn't be able to learn spells that require 3 Dimensional Mana). However, should there be further limitations on that? What about ways of amplifying or changing spells? What are the limitations on that? These are some big questions, and I've only just started thinking about them.

Cardcasting is also a good example of how I do worldbuilding as I mentioned on Day 1. I started by creating this system, and now the world that I'm building for it is largely structured around making sure that that system works and makes sense for the world. In fact, when I've been describing to myself the way in which magic "actually" works in this world, I can't quite put it into words. Thus, it makes sense that there could be a card-based system for magic, as that's the closest as the people of the world can get to truly understanding how the system works. I know I'm just rambling at this point, I lost my original train of thought.

I'm currently in Baltimore, and will be heading towards DC tomorrow. Tomorrow's ride is likely gonna be the deal-breaker regarding what was mentioned above.

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All wet on the Ohio River, part 2

Thursday – photo by Mitch Waxman A few more shots from a boat tour of the Ohio River here in Pittsburgh, offered by the Doors Open Pittsburgh organization, which were captured during a driving rain storm. As is always the case with such things, pretty much the minute that the boat we were on returned to dock, the clouds parted and it became sunny and lovely, but while we were onboard it was…

[doggieheaven2008]

they did NOT just say jag off in its always sunny 😡Thats our word pittsburghers only!

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 8)

Chapter 8 - Surprise!

The week went by slowly, as you expected, but Joe kept his promise of calling every night. You would send him selfies periodically to keep him missing you, to which he would always respond with a heart-eyes or a kiss emoji, and the occasional video message with a quick “beautiful, love” and a smile so you could miss him, too. By Friday, you were really beginning to feel the effects of being away from him, especially when photo ops from Fan Expo Dallas started surfacing on social media. He looked like an angel in his white t-shirt and jeans with the yellow backdrop, his brown curls laying freely over his head in all directions. Those curls. Running your hands through them would have been very nice right about then. Only a few more days.

Your heart was swelling from seeing all the Friday convention photos. You decided to make use of them. You began texting Joe. The convention had ended for the night, so you were hoping he was free to answer.

Joe, you’re making being away from you really difficult for me right now.

Oh? Why is that, love?

You sent him a photo op photo of himself from earlier that day.

Look at you!

It’s just me, love.

Just Joe? JUST JOE? He had to be kidding. This man looked good in any outfit, any color. It was pleasantly stomach-turning, and you were kind of jealous of it, if you were being honest.

JUST YOU?! You look adorable. The white?! I can’t cope.

Well, thank you, darling. You won’t have to cope much longer.

Is that supposed to make me feel better, Joe?

I suppose not. But I think I can help put some ice on it for a bit, hold you over until Monday.

Oh?

Just then, your phone started ringing, Joe’s name showing up on the screen, but it was different. A grin grew on your face as you realized it was a FaceTime call instead of just a phone call. You have never swiped to answer so quickly.

“Hello, love.”

“Hi, Joe,” you said, cheeks burning as you saw he was in his white t-shirt, and he still had his readers on.

“You liked my outfit so much, I thought it might make you feel better to let you actually see it.”

You smiled at him as he stretched his arm out to show a full-body view to the camera.

“You definitely know what you’re doing, Quinn,” you said, smirking. He chuckled in response.

“Did it work? Do you feel better?”

“Yes, thank you,” you giggled. “It’s so good to see your face. Your outfit was just a bonus.”

“Aw, bless you, love.”

“Oh, I’m blessed, alright,” you chuckled at him with a wink. His lightly freckled cheeks slowly faded to red and he let a close-lipped smile sneak onto his face.

“Someone is feisty today.”

“I’m feisty every day. You sure you can handle it?” you smirk at him.

“I’m sure going to try.” His smile grew into a wide one. “You’re different today. You were so timid when we first met.”

“Well, what can I say? You’re pulling me out of my shell.”

“Well, good. I like it,” he snickers, winking.

The two of you continued your normal nightly phone call for a little while longer, until you had to go to work. 3 days. You could make it 3 days. Hopefully.

When Monday evening rolled around, you could hardly sit still in the car as you were driving. You had decided to surprise Joe by picking him up at the Pittsburgh airport and spending the night exploring the city before going back home. He had no idea you were going to be waiting for him at the terminal when he landed. You pulled into the airport parking lot and made your way inside, shaking from a combination of nerves and adrenaline. You were so excited to see him after a week, but you were nervous because you hadn’t touched him in a week. Would your knees go weak? Would you faint? All kinds of questions wandered through your mind as you walked. He was landing at 5:15 and you got there extra early to be careful not to miss him.

You were waiting outside the terminal, twiddling your thumbs anxiously. He was due to land in 5 minutes, the slowest 5 minutes of your life. You looked at the time on your phone about 20 too many times. After what felt like hours, the flight tracker app you were using said that Joe’s flight from Dallas to Pittsburgh had landed. You stood up, your eyes not leaving the terminal. Eventually you saw a head of brown curls covered by a hat making way through the crowd. His head was down, typing on his phone. Yours vibrated and you looked at it quickly, knowing it was from him.

I’ve landed, darling. I’ll see you in a few hours.

He still had no idea you were feet from him. It was so exhilarating, surprising him, anticipating how happy he was about to become, all because of you. You started towards him, moving faster the closer you got to him. Once you were about 3 feet away, he looked up from his phone. His eyes met yours, widening in disbelief with a jaw drop. He dropped his bags and wrapped you in a hug, lifting you off the ground and squeezing like it was the last time he would ever hold you, ensuring him that you weren't a figment of his imagination.

“Baby, what are you doing here?!” he said eagerly into your hair. Your heart jumped in your chest. It was the first time he had ever called you that, and you hoped to yourself that it wouldn’t be the last.

“I decided to surprise you,” you said, pulling back and looking into his eyes lovingly.

“Well, you definitely did. Thank you!” he answered, pulling you into another hug.

“The surprise isn’t over yet,” you said, flashing your eyebrows with a smile. He looked at you with flirtatious suspicion.

“What do you have up your sleeve, love?”

“Well, I know you enjoy the city, and you’ve never been to Pittsburgh before, so I thought we could have a date night here and head back home tomorrow.”

His eyes widened along with his smile.

“Darling, that’s so thoughtful. Thank you.” He pulled you in for a tender kiss. Every part of you that he was touching tingled. It felt like Heaven after a week of being separated, and you feared you were beginning to develop an addiction for this man. You pulled away and grabbed his hand.

“Now let’s go! I’m taking you to dinner. Hope you’re hungry!”

“Always.” He smiled at you, grabbing his bags with his free hand and running through the airport alongside you like a love-sick puppy.

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[incorrectmulti]

Sidney Crosby: I am not leaving here until you apologize to me.

Claude Giroux: Yeah, well, you’re going to be here for a while.