#can't have shit in san jose!!!!!

[peachhcs]

it’s a forever kind of thing

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

while in san jose, samy and will realize they can’t stay away from each other and all it takes is a dinner out to get them back together

6k words

warnings: 18+!!, smut (but like halfway through), making out, hickeys, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected sex (she’s on the pill), please read at your own risk!

GUYS! it’s here!! the long awaited fic where samy and will get back together! instead of breaking it into two, i made it one long fic, so halfway through is when they have sex, so if you don’t wanna read that u can skip over it, but i decided to just put it all in one. this took me forever to write lowkey bc i never knew how to write it, but i like how this came out so i hope you guys too!! yay!! get excited for happy will and samy coming your way again!

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the san jose heat wasn't a joke. any room in the apartment felt like it was 100° and it didn't help that they were trying to unpack boxes and build things in the high temperatures. samy was on the floor trying to figure out how to put together a shelf while also wiping the beads of sweat running down her forehead every five seconds. even the five different box fans scattered around the apartment didn't do anyone justice.

somewhere further in was will helping his mom put the bed together while grace did her best to hang frames in one of the hallways. the four of them were working hard, but the heat was quickly getting to everyone and what should've been a four hour job turned into almost six hours by now.

"what the fuck," samy mumbled to herself, eyes bouncing between the directions and the pieces of wood that definitely didn't fit together even though they were supposed to.

will should've recruited her brothers to fly over since they were way better at building things than she could ever be. whatever the directions were trying to tell her were not making any sense.

she was really tempted to call luke and bug him about it, but a different voice startled her a bit before she even pulled her phone out.

will's gaze stuck to hers where he stood in the doorway, "need help?"

samy met his eyes, flushing under his stare and sweaty figure, "uh..i mean..i think i'm doing it right but for some reason it doesn't look like it," she admitted truthfully.

will took that as his cue to crouch down. samy slid him the paper and let him read it over incase she was just missing something entirely.

"well i think the first problem is that these aren't the same pieces in the picture," the blonde determined, eyes gazing at the wood.

"i fucking knew it! i knew they didn't go together!" the girl exclaimed in triumph because she'd been feeling stupid about that for thirty minutes.

"i don't need shelves anyway. they're stupid," will shrugged some while disregarding the paper onto the floor.

"yeah, just make your own or some shit," they shared a small laugh which was happening a lot more frequently since they got there.

things were..rocky still, but it wasn't as bad. they even sat next to each other on the plane even though neither of them really spoke. it was progress and that was what mattered anyway.

"i can't believe it's so hot. i feel like i'm dying," will slid further onto the ground where he spread himself out against the hardwood.

"you better get used to it. it's supposed to get even hotter next week," samy informed, slipping to will that she may have been looking at the weather for san jose for him

"ugh, don't tell me that. i'm not made for the heat," he pushed his curls away from his sweaty forehead, but samy sort of found the movement just the tiniest bit attractive.

both of their hair was way more frizzier than usual because of the crazy heat, but something about it made the brunette a bit weak in the knees seeing will like that.

"did you get the bed together at least?" the girl wondered, leaning back against her palms.

"mostly, yeah. mom's doing the finishing touch. i had to walk out of there before she like exploded at me," the hockey player laughed and then samy did too. they knew how colleen got because she always wanted everything to be perfect.

"hey, one bed down. that's a win."

"yeah, sure. it's a win if you don't count my mom snapping at me every five seconds," will rolled his eyes.

"the heat makes people cranky. i don't blame her. you're kind of hard to work with sometimes," samy shrugged and will's head snapped up.

"what does that mean?"

"i dunno. whatever you want it to mean," she hummed earning a playful groan from the boy beside her. she managed a small smile, lifting her gaze to the rest of the apartment.

the four of them got most of it decorated and it was actually coming out really well. it screamed will and samy knew it was because almost all the ideas were taken from the pinterest board she made for this exact occasion.

most of the apartment was thanks to samy. colleen always said she had an eye for designing.

the girl's gaze landed on a picture frame stuck up on a shelf that did get put together and hung up. she stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out who was in the photo because she'd never seen it before. it wasn't until a minute later that she realized it was a picture of her and will.

they looked a bit young. 17 or so? samy was in her high school soccer uniform with a large medal hanging off her neck and will hanging off her side. they had big, bright smiles across their lips and both of them held the number 1 on the fingers for the photo. samy had no clue when or who took that photo, but it brought another smile to her lips.

"who took that photo of us?" she let the question slip out. will finally sat back up, trying to see what photo was being asked about.

"the one up there?"

"yeah," samy pointed to the shelf.

"uh..i think my mom took it. you'd just won the state championship for your last high school game," will explained the backstory and suddenly, it all came back to the girl.

"samy!" the brunette spun around. she caught sight of her three brothers rushing towards her in pure excitement. luke got to her first as he picked her up and spun her around in a tight hold.

"i'm so proud of you, samy!" the curly-haired boy exclaimed.

"you did so great, squirt! congratulations!" jack and quinn hugged her next. samy beamed from ear to ear at all the praise while the emotions of her last high school game ever started coursing through her.

"you're a fucking state champion for the second year in a row! how fucking cool!" jack rambled on and said how there's gonna be competition on the mantle where their parents put their kids' most important trophies and medals.

samy sort of stopped listening to her brothers when she saw will pushing his way through with grace and his parents in tow. she sort of shoved jack away as she rushed to will. he opened his arms wide and they met in the middle win a similar hug that luke gave her.

"i'm so, so proud of you, hughesy," will hummed into her shoulder.

"i'm so glad you came," the girl grinned some more.

"i want a picture!" colleen said, her phone already out. will let samy go as he shuffled to her side. she leaned her head into him until their heads touched and then she stuck up her pointer finger to signal as number 1.

she must've been so caught up in the moment that samy forgot the picture was even taken. the memory made her smile because she had all of her important people at that game and that meant so much to her.

"wow, that feels so long ago," samy finally spoke again, bringing her knees to her chest.

"yeah, i know. we were so..oblivious back then," will let the words slip from his mouth as he watched the girl's reaction.

her body tensed up a bit because she knew what he was talking about—so oblivious to the feelings they had for each other and what was to come out of that and where it would lead them.

"yeah. we were," the brunette hummed out.

she thought about the conversation with gabe and ryan from last week. she knew that everything they said was true, she just hadn't chosen to believe it quite yet. plus, what if she was scared of what her heart was trying to tell her?

obviously, it had something to say if she was sitting in san jose helping her ex decorate his new apartment even after he broke her heart and she was supposed to hate him for it. where was the hate when they sat inches apart in the living room without a couch all while reminiscing on their younger years?

"when do you start preseason?" will changed the subject and samy refocused her attention on him.

"next week," the girl beamed a bit. she was excited for the new season knowing a national title was definitely in their future this year.

"wow, that's soon."

"i suppose so, yeah. when do you start?"

"next week," will said and it was hard to believe this whole nhl thing was actually happening.

it didn't even seem like a reality when they were kids and now will was living out his dream of playing for an nhl team.

"i don't know if i've said this..but.i am proud of you. really proud. you're gonna do great here," the air in the room shifted a bit. it felt bittersweet hearing samy say those things after will basically pushed her out of his life.

she'd always support him no matter what.

the boy's gaze softened out as he ducked his eyes, "thanks, samy. that means a lot coming from you."

"you really do deserve all of this. you've worked really hard for it," she nodded as if she was affirming her words.

will blushed, but he didn't do anything to hide it, "thanks for coming. i-i know things haven't been...and i know i can't keep saying it, but i really am sorry for hurting you. i thought i was saving you from hurt, but i did the opposite."

"thank you for saying that. i..i don't really know what our relationship will be or if it ever will go back to how it was before this, but..i'm willing to try," the two shared a smile.

"i know this is probably gonna be a crazy ask, but..since we only have one more night until you leave tomorrow, would you wanna..like..get dinner? just the two of us?" will dared to ask because he'd regret it more if he didn't ask and lose his chance at proving himself to her.

this time it was samy's turn to blush, "are you asking me on a date?"

"do you want it to be a date?" they held each other's gazes for a moment before samy slowly nodded.

"yeah, let's go to dinner together," she smiled and so did will.

"really?"

"yeah, i think it'd be fun."

so it was settled. will and samy were going on a date that could potentially fix everything between them or be a total shit show. they both secretly hoped for the former.

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they decided on 7. samy came out of the guest room in a dress marcie packed away for her when she told her friend she was flying to san jose with will. marcie claimed it would be "this exact occasion" meaning the girl was also hoping they'd make up their differences on this trip.

it wasn't anything special. it went down to her ankles in a soft pink with embroidered roses down each side of the dress. samy paired it with some sandal wedges and maybe her hand shook she did her makeup, but that didn't matter because this felt like another grace period.

if it went well, then..who knows. if it went horribly, they'd never talk about it again and at least samy was leaving so they wouldn't have to face the awkwardness too much. again, both of them hoped for the former.

grace saw samy first when she walked into the kitchen. the older girl's expression slipped into a smirk as she nudged her brother's arm who's gaze wasn't on samy. however, when he did see the girl for the first time, his eyes were the size of the moon and he couldn't look away.

"too much?" samy wondered nervously. she didn't know how dressy they were getting, but based on will's button down and dress shorts, she decided it was the right option.

"no, no. you look..you look great," will gulped while grace didn't stop her little snicker.

"oh wow, what's the occasion?" colleen came into the room, a look of surprise on her features seeing will and samy so dressed up.

"we're going for dinner," the blonde explained to his mom.

"the two of you?" the older woman's eyebrows raised

"yeah. it won't be long," will said.

the look on colleen's face said everything she didn't except a little, "have fun then."

the two managed small smiles as will led samy out of the apartment. grace and colleen didn't say anything until the door closed and gentle smiles fell on their lips.

"i really hope it works out between them," mrs. smith hummed.

"oh, i think it will. he won't let her go again," grace said.

will and samy started up the street where they'd have to walk a few blocks to the restaurant they decided on. they didn't say much, but the silence was comforting. it felt like a first date all over again except they knew everything about one another already.

"this is weird, but like in a good way," samy finally spoke first.

will managed a light laugh, "what does that mean?"

"like..weird i didn't think i'd ever agree to this, but i'm glad i did?" it was hard to put into words for samy.

her heart told her one thing while her head said something completely different.

"well, i hope you're still glad by the end of the night," will said, their gazes meeting briefly.

samy thought he looked better than ever. his curls were the perfect amount of curl and whatever the dev camp did to him worked some wonders because..wow. not that samy could ever peel her eyes off him, she really couldn't now.

they made it the restaurant and samy got another perfect excuse to stare at will when he sat down across from her at their little table in a corner.

"this okay?" will wondered, meaning there they'd been sat.

"it's perfect. i like how cozy it feels," the brunette smiled. will did too because he knew how much samy liked the corner tables because he also knew she felt too open when they sat in the middle of the room.

they spent a bit of time looking over the menu when the waiter came over. she smiled at the two, "i really love your dress. it's beautiful," she said to samy.

"oh, thank you. i appreciate that," the younger girl beamed.

after ordering, samy and will got into a bit of small talk that slowly shifted into regular talk that shifted into what felt like how they used to talk before things happened.

"you ever think about what you'd do if you got injured or something and you couldn't play anymore and had to retire?" samy stirred her straw around her cup.

"yeah, all the time. that actually might be me and my parents biggest worry," will laughed lightly.

"what would you do?"

"probably be really sad for awhile, but i'd get better and try to find another hobby i could take on," the blonde shrugged.

"i remember when we were kids you always said you'd become a coach if you couldn't ever skate anymore," samy said softly and will's own expression softened at the idea of samy remembering that.

"i really can't picture my life without hockey," they shared a laugh.

"yeah that sounds like you. you're all in, but i get it. hockey's my family's whole life. i can't imagine life without it either," the soccer player hummed.

"i just know i'd be so upset if the one thing i dedicate my life to can't happen anymore. it'd honestly make me have an identity crisis," will frowned.

"i kind of feel the same way about soccer. i don't really know who i am outside of the sports i've grown up playing," samy laughed but more as to hide the small pain she felt at the idea of really not knowing who she was.

"well, i think you're really generous. you have a big heart and you don't ever back down from anything. you're great with kids and your love for everyone you meet is super contagious," will didn't miss a beat with that leaving the girl across from him in surprise.

her cheeks flushed an embarrassing red, "you're just saying that."

"i'm not. you're probably one of the best people i know."

the look in will's eyes told samy how serious he was being. she just disregarded his comments despite the pounding in her chest and her hot cheeks.

the two spent the entire rest of dinner lost in conversation. both of their hearts felt full when they made it back outside where the temperature finally felt a few degrees cooler.

"this was a lot of fun. i really enjoyed it," samy said to will, a deep, loving smile on her lips.

"i'm glad you had fun. i did too," the boy smiled back.

they stood in a beat of silence trying to figure out what the next move was. tension filled the air, but not an angry one that's been there for awhile. this tension was different. it was thick, but heavy with what seemed like love and lust.

"would it be crazy if i kissed you?" will's voice was small and a bit shaky when he asked.

his eyes were everywhere on the girl in front of him because he'd been inching touch her since she walked out in the dress clinging to her body. actually, he'd been thinking about this since last week when they were at his going away party.

"no. i don't think so," samy inched herself closer to the blonde. her eyes were also everywhere and her breath hitched when he laid a hand on her lip.

will looked at her for one last reassuring look that he could go all in. when samy nodded he took that opportunity. his lips were hard against hers and so was his hand on her hip.

they molded into one another like they never spent time apart. samy's hands found their respective places on will's chest and in his hair at the back of his head.

their steady breathing turned into heavy pants when they pulled away for a second. big smiles danced on both of their lips at the feeling of being pressed up against one another because it was a feeling they missed a lot.

"is this.." will's voice faded off because he didn't quite know what he was asking.

"it's okay. more than okay," samy nodded eagerly.

"maybe we should go back to my place?" the boy said because they were still on the sidewalk and people were walking by.

"yeah, right. of course," the girl nodded and they started back down the sidewalk to will's apartment.

the smiles on their lips were evident and they grew even bigger when their fingers slowly intertwined with one another. earlier samy's heart and head were in different places making her feel lost. right now, they were in the exact same place and she knew exactly what she was feeling: love.

because she'd always love will. even after he broke her heart. even after he did everything to prove to her he regretted everything he did. she loved him through and through and samy knew he felt the exact same way about her.

of course, that didn't mean her guard was broken down completely. there was still a lot of cracks to be repaired and that only came with time and more trust.

right now, though, none of that mattered when samy stumbled back into the apartment with will. it was dark since grace and mrs. smith headed back to the hotel room for the night because maybe they both knew the date would lead to something more.

will's lips were back on samy's as soon as the door was closed. he pushed her up against the hardwood as she reciprocated his actions, kissing his lips hard and running her hands through his now messy curls.

they were fully making out—hungry for each other's lips because they'd been apart for so long. samy's hands fumbled with the buttons of will's shirt in a desperate attempt to peel it off of him.

"i really missed you," will mumbled against her lips between the kissing. he felt the girl smile.

"i missed you too," she said as the blonde pulled her closer against his body.

his boner pressed against her lower stomach and it sent butterflies through the girl, especially when will's one hand moved to grab her ass. a noise escaped her lips right into will's mouth.

"is this okay?" the blonde asked, worried he was moving too fast.

"yes, it's perfect," samy started becoming breathless again. she pushed the rest of his shirt down his arms, exposing his entire torso. her eyes racked down his toned body, gripping slightly on the muscled arms.

"they've been working you good," the girl laughed a little making will blush.

"you think so?" he grinned, always loving samy's praise.

"mhm," her words got lost in her throat when she pulled the boy back to her lips.

they made out a bit longer until will's lips dropped further down. he kissed down her neck until getting to her collarbone and the top of her breasts. the blonde began sucking lightly and little moans finally escaped samy's lips at the feeling. her head hit the door, her grip hard on will's arms.

"fuck, will," samy moaned out, her sounds going straight to his dick still throbbing in his pants.

"missed this so much," the boy's voice was muffled against her skin. she laughed, tugging his curls which in turn made will suck harder.

"you're gonna get me in trouble with these," samy said knowing all the girls in the locker room would see them next week. all will did was shrug.

"good. they'll know who they came from," he looked up for a second and the look in his eyes held a certain type of possession in them.

"can i at least return the favor?" she's been dying to have her mouth on will's body since she saw those pictures of him at the bauer combine a few months ago.

"just keep them low so no one sees them," will said, standing back up with a little smirk on his face.

they switched positions so will was against the door and samy didn't waste any time placing her lips halfway down his stomach. immediately, will's head was against the door with his hands gripping the girl's arms. he really did miss her lips on him like this.

"jesus christ," he mumbled lowly, eyes closing in pleasure.

the girl's lips nipped and sucked every part of his skin. sometimes she'd give a little bite and will would have to restrain himself from tugging her hair. when she moved further down closer to his waistband the blonde nearly saw stars.

she didn't even have to touch him and he was falling apart for her. "oh, samy. fuck," his moans filled her with pride because she knew no one else could make will feel like this just from some little hickeys.

she stood back up and will's lust-filled gaze stuck to her. their lips met again in a more passionate kiss where will led her to the bedroom since the living room still had no couch. samy left her shoes and followed the blonde to the bed where she had one thing in her mind.

she went for his pants, tugging them down his legs and leaving him in just his underwear. will looked up at her with slightly heavy pants, his heart pounding but not because he was nervous. samy's eyes were on the bulge in his underwear, reaching forward to wrap her hand around it. will jumped from her delicate touch, jaw clenching.

he was hot and heavy and samy knew he was already ready for her. she liked how hard will always got just from making out where she barely even touched him.

"s-samy, please," will got out, desperate for anything more than her stroking him. his desperate tone made the brunette smile as she finally took him out of his underwear.

he was red all over and samy's mouth watered in anticipation. she leaned herself down, sticking her tongue out to slowly lick a stripe from the bottom up. will's hips immediately stuttered on the first touch.

"fuck."

samy grabbed ahold of him with her hand, her thumb swiping over the sensitive tip before plunging back down his length. will groaned out, gripping the bedsheets while his stomach clenched multiple times. finally, her mouth locked around him, going in deeper than ever making the blonde nearly scream.

"shit. shit," will instinctively bucked his hips up where samy placed one hand down so he couldn't move.

"gotta stay still, pretty boy," the nickname left her lips faster than she could stop it. it was music to will's ears though because he's missed hearing her call him that.

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry. feels so good," he mumbled out a bit incoherently. any straight thought was quickly leaving the hockey player's brain while the pleasure took over.

just for that, samy sucked him harder, using her hand to pump the part she couldn't fit in her mouth. will was on cloud 9. his head pushed back into the pillow while he did his best to keep himself from bucking up, but each little suck and scrape on his cock was making it harder and harder for him to stay still.

"fuck—i'm not gonna last. gonna make me cum," will got out when he forced his gaze back on the girl below him. the sight was to die for. samy was on her knees still in her dress, but her tits were practically spilling out of it along with the hickeys scattered across her chest.

she figured will wouldn't last long based on the way he kept twitching in her mouth. she didn't blame him though because her underwear were soaked all the way through at the sound of him begging to cum.

"uh, samy. fuck— please. wanna cum," his words jumbled together as his stomach clenched and the feeling continued building.

"come for me, will. it's okay," samy finally said and will let go. his hips bucked up, uncontrollable moans escaping his lips as he released his load into her mouth.

she took it all, swallowing it down until he was finished. she let go with a pop and will's dick fell back onto his stomach twitching still. samy grinned at him.

"f-fuck. i haven't..done that in so long," the blonde mumbled meaning he hasn't done anything with anyone since they broke up.

he pulled her down on top of him, going for her lips again where he could taste himself on her and some of her strawberry lipgloss. in between the kissing, will's fingers found the little zipper on the back of the dress. he slowly pulled it down where samy helped by taking her arms out of the straps and pushing it the rest of the way down her body until it pooled at her legs.

the hockey player's gaze glued itself to the matching set samy sported. her pretty pink lacey bra and hot pink thong matched her dress perfectly and will swore he felt his cock harden all over again.

"what is this?" will mumbled, eyes still glued to the underwear.

"what? my underwear?" samy laughed lightly.

"you're gonna fucking kill me," the blonde said making the brunette smile. she let will flip them over so she was on the bed now. he stared down at her, eyes filled with lust and love.

"gonna make you feel so good," he said with one finger hooking into the waistband of her thong.

"you better keep your word," samy teased him.

will's lips were on her a second later. he started just below her chest, kissing down her stomach in slightly wet kisses until he reached the waistband. he pushed the band aside, eyes glowing at the site of samy's already wet pussy.

"jesus. i haven't even done anything and you're this wet already?" his eyes briefly found hers and all samy could do was shrug.

"your moans were hot. what can i say?" as much as will tried to show his dominance, the twitch in his cock at her words said everything about how much control samy had no matter what.

will didn't waste another second attaching his lips. his grip was hard on her thighs as his tongue slowly explored her insides. her hands flew to his hair where she pulled and tugged hard when will found the perfect spots.

"mmm, fuck will. just like that," samy nodded, eyes closed and back arching off the bed the deeper he got.

"fuck you taste so good," the blonde said. he could do this forever if he could because there was no better taste or feeling than his girl and the way she harshly tugged at his curls.

her little moans and whimpers started getting to him again. will moved his hips against the mattress, desperate to find some relief in his already aching cock while he continued his attack on samy's beautiful pussy.

"will, i'm gonna cum," samy got out, that feeling quick to snap in her stomach because she too hasn't felt this in so long, so she wasn't gonna last at all.

"that's it, pretty girl. come for me," will encouraged and samy did just that.

she released right onto him in a loud moan, glad that they had the apartment all to themselves. when she was finished she met will's gaze where he licked his lips clean and beamed up at her.

"you're actually amazing," he hummed earning a little eye roll from the girl. she tugged him up to kiss his lips, also tasting herself on him. will pulled at her hips, their bodies pressing together until samy flipped them over again. she straddled his lap, the hockey player gazing up at her in a loopy grin.

"wanna fuck you," she said, hands running down his torso. he nodded, hands eagerly squeezing her thighs.

"yes, please. want you to ride me. haven't seen you on top in months," will was a mess making samy smile. she leaned back to stroke will's cock again, getting it ready for her.

"wait, fuck. i don't have any condoms," the blonde quickly realized that in the moving process he didn't buy any and he threw away the ones he had before so his mom didn't see them.

"it's okay. i'm on the pill and i trust you," samy said like it wasn't a big deal but will's eyes widened.

"a-are you sure?" he's dreamed about having sex without a condom, but he didn't think that would happen for another year or two.

"positive. do you trust me?" samy asked and the boy quickly nodded.

"of course i do. i-i just.." his voice faded.

"we don't have to if you're not comfortable. i was just offering it," samy noticed his shift, but will shook his head.

"no, no. i want to. i just.." his face blushed a hot red, "i probably won't last long at all," it felt embarrassing to say, but samy only smiled.

"it's okay. honestly, that's flattering of you to say," they shared a laugh and she felt will relax a bit more underneath her.

"as long as you're sure, i'm sure," will nodded more firmly this time.

the brunette giggled as she pushed her thong aside and started lining will up with her entrance. he slipped in almost immediately and both of their eyes closed at the feeling. he stretched her out, the pleasure outweighing the pain and will's hands carefully gripped samy's hips in an attempt to keep his hips still until he was all the way in.

"oh god. holy fuck," he stuttered, his cock already throbbing for a release.

samy smiled, carefully moving her hips when she felt ready. the pace started slow until will started matching her pace with little thrusts of her hips. they began moving at a more steady pace, the only sounds in the room were their skin slapping together.

"fuck, yeah. feels so good, will," samy moaned out, hands sprawled across his chest for leverage.

"you're so beautiful," the boy mumbled, eyes roaming everywhere across her body.

his hands grabbed handfuls of her ass, moaning out at the feeling of her in his hold. little beads of sweat littered their bodies and it wasn't just because of the 100° temperatures anymore.

"fuck samy. 'm so close. god, you're so beautiful. i love you. i love you," will's words jumbled together again into incoherent thoughts and sentences. samy blushed hearing him say i love you.

"gonna come for me will?" she said between her own pants.

"yeah, gonna cum. gonna cum so hard," he continued.

"me too, pretty boy. you feel so good," samy threw her head back. the way will's cock continuously pierced her open had her falling apart on top of him. the feeling she was familiar with built up in her stomach until finally snapping when will thrusted particularly hard.

she moaned out, her hips stuttering and her orgasm taking over. the feeling of her clenching around his length also sent will over the edge.

he thrusted up, spilling his load inside of her, more uncontrollable moans leaving his lips and his head digging into the pillow.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. oh, fuck," he thrusted one more time into her, the last few drops leaving his now throbbing cock. samy fell onto the bed beside him, their chests heaving in an attempt to catch their breaths.

"that was.."

"really great," will finished her sentence. they laid there staring at the ceiling for a few more moments until the blonde shifted his gaze over to her.

he suddenly worried what this meant now. especially because samy was leaving tomorrow to go back to michigan. she felt his gaze on her, so she turned her body into him, eyes on him as well.

"so.." the boy became shy, his voice fading off in fear that if he asked, samy would say that this was a one time thing and she didn't want him back after all.

"so.." she copied his tone, her finger tracing his shoulder.

"what now?" he dared to ask.

"you said you love me?" samy said, remembering will's confession through his pleasure a few minutes ago. she watched his cheeks heat up again, but he didn't look away.

"i do. i mean i always have," the blonde admitted because it was true. he loved the girl beside him a whole, whole lot.

"you really hurt me," samy stared at his arm, will's smile disappearing into a frown.

"i know," their voices were quiet now.

"it's not gonna be all perfect like it was before all of this happened, you know," she continued.

"i know."

"it's gonna take awhile for me to completely trust you again."

"i know."

samy met his gaze again. his eyes had never left hers and she could see the love hiding within them the more she stared at him.

"i love you, too, will," their smiles slowly started returning.

"i promise i won't hurt you. i can't lose you again and i know that now," will shifted so they laid facing each other. he reached his hand out to brush some hair away from her face.

"you never lost me. i was always there," samy smiled a little and will beamed, pulling her closer to him so they were nearly chest to chest.

"i wish you weren't leaving tomorrow," the sadness crept back in knowing they could've had so much more time.

"me neither, but maybe i can make something happen to fly out for your first game," the girl grinned, trying to keep the mood light.

"i'd really love that," will returned her contagious smile.

they spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms, holding onto all the time they had left until samy left for michigan and their long distance continued. this time, samy definitely knew her heart and head were on the same page because each of them were quiet in her mind as she fell asleep in will's hold.

[coolprettyleo]

the black dog - will smith ☆

will smith x reader

wc: 1.7k

tw: breakups. heartbroken. angst. fluff? longing. talks of nudity. lmk if I missed any!

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you stared at your phone for what felt like hours. re-reading the headline over and over again.

will smith signs an entry-level contract with the san jose sharks!

you had a lot of emotions running through your veins right now; and breaking down crying was the one that overcame it all.

of course, you knew this had nothing to do with you, but maybe that's why it made you feel like shit. there used to be a time when that very same boy used to tell you his secrets, his accomplishments, and his thoughts.

you were no different than a stranger, and that's what pierced holes in your heart.

you had met will during a communications lecture when he asked to borrow a pencil. you immediately found him charming and cute, so it didn't take long for you to ask him to get coffee. he liked your forwardness, and one thing led to another; the two of you began to talk.

soon after, he began to call you his girlfriend, and you even met his family as he did yours. you were living the college dream and the cheesy part inside you loved it.

everything was perfect, in your eyes. so imagine the surprise you had when your boyfriend told you he wasn't looking for anything too serious. almost six months into dating you.

the two of you had been cuddled up on top of your twin-size bed as you did what any college couple did. talk about your future. what meant to be playful pillow talk, turned into your worst nightmare.

"I can't wait till our sophomore year. we'll finally have our own rooms," you said, thinking about the fact it was hard to get alone time in bed, due to the fact you both had roommates. knowing sophomore year was when the students upgraded to apartments.

you felt him still, and you looked up to see your boyfriend deeply in thought.

"are you okay?" you asked softly as he looked to be contemplating his next words.

"i've been meaning to talk to you"

"what?" you asked cluelessly as you stared at your boyfriend as he pulled away from your touch. he pulled away as if you were burning him.

"I'm just-- I'm not looking to go into a serious relationship right now. I have a lot of things to deal with right now, and I'm not going to be able to be there for you. you don't deserve a half-ass boyfriend." he told you. you searched his face looking for a single ounce of jokingness. nothing.

"I- I don't get it? are you thinking about signing?" you asked him as he ran his fingers through his face and into his hair.

"no. it's just not a good idea to be focusing on anything other than hockey right now. I'm sorry" he told you after a moment of silence. as you stared at your fingers with glossed eyes, praying to god your tears stayed at bay.

"why did you wait," you said after a long silence.

"what?" he asked cluelessly.

"why would you wait. wait till now to tell me this? wait till I completely fell in love with you? wait till six months to tell me this" you said with a spark of anger shining in your eyes.

he looked away before licking his lips and sighing.

"I'm sorry" was all he said before he reached for his phone and walked out.

you shook the memory off as you continued to read the article. apparently, he had known he was signing since men's worlds. he broke up with you a little after that, meaning he decided against telling you. meaning he lied when he told you 'no'.

there was a time when he used to tell you his secrets.

you wondered if he had made to move to san jose already. you'd never admit it to anyone, but you still looked at his location. he had forgotten to turn it off, and it brought you comfort seeing it.

that comfort you were looking for was nowhere to be seen as you saw his contact walk down a street in boston filled with bars. you stared at the screen as his location walked into some bar called the black dog. you knew it was a bar because you yourself have been there.

you yourself had danced with him there after they beat bu. you were there when he had been so hyped up about winning and chose to kiss you for the very first time that night; you were there and you remembered it. you remembered it all too well.

your eyes filled with tears. thinking about all the scenarios that could be happening right now.

maybe he would meet a girl. who were you kidding? of course, he was meeting a girl; any girl would be lining up to have him. he would jump up at the opportunity of a pickup line when the bar played his favorite song. a song you showed him, but at the end of the day, she'd be too young to even know the song. since the two of you always thought of yourselves as being 'old souls'.

it was no secret you had taken the breakup harder. while the holes he pierced through your heart knocked you down, he seemed to be doing the complete opposite.

why didn't he miss you? why didn't he miss you like you missed him?

that thought lived in your head, and you just hoped that it all at least meant something; something to him at least.

you went back to work, seeing as your break was over, contemplating the idea of whether or not to reach out and congratulate him for signing. you knew he had dreamed about being in the NHL since he was a kid. you longed to jump into his arms and soothe away the nerves you knew he had.

"what if I'm not as good as everyone thinks I am," he said, looking out into the city lights. the two of you had just gone out for a sweet treat, and he took you to a spot his grandpa used to take him and his sister to. the view was breathtaking. you remembered.

you scoffed before looking at your boyfriend. he was truly an electric player, and the fact he even closely believed he wasn't good enough was baffling to you.

"you wouldn't have made it this far if you weren't"

"no-- I mean, what if i get to the NHL and I crumble, it's happened to players before"

"but it won't happen to you. your amazing, and you put in the work every day to be extraordinary, and I promise you, you'll get rewarded for that"

he smiled before leaning over to lean against you

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you," you said softly as you raked your fingers through his hair.

you wondered if he missed that. he always liked it when you ran your fingers through his hair.

there were a lot of things he liked.

he used to like showering with you. you even kept some of your hair products at his place. you wondered if he missed you whenever he showered. he probably threw them away but did the empty void of that area remind him of you?

you shook off the thought as you went back to work with a bland look. a look you've been carrying for a few weeks as you had been someone who was moving through the world with a heartbroken.

you ended the day choosing against the text of congratulations, your longing will stay unspoken and it will continue that way. hoping that one day you'll have the guts to move on.

although that didn't seem plausible to you, due to the fact you didn't know if you could ever open up to anyone the way you had for him.

you remembered telling him everything, every memory, every experience, from best to worst.

you remembered the way he consoled you through your parent's divorce, the way he held you and told you he'd never leave you; like your father had done to your mother.

you wanted to laugh at how well he had played the role of a 'brave man,' so well, until you believed him. It was cruel. so cruel that you wondered if it was all just a scheme. was it hazing so he could get into some fraternity he had secretly pledged to? you laughed knowing damn well, will would rather die than join a frat.

you just didn't understand. you didn't think you ever would.

did he hate you? is that why he did what he did?

even though it had been six weeks since he walked out of your life. six weeks since you started breathing 'clean air' faraway from him, you still missed the smoke more than ever.

you missed the way he held you, the way he kissed you, and stupidly, his hockey jokes that you would never understand. thinking back on it, he might have been making fun of you.

you arrived home after a long day, and looked around your room to see it look normal to the average eye. but to the heartbroken girl within you, all you saw was the ghost of him.

the hole in your wall from the nail of a picture frame of the two of you at the beach. the lego flowers the two of you had built together, the nightstand he helped you assemble, hell, even the shirt you were wearing was one he gifted you.

you wanted to sell everything you owned and set fire to all your clothes.

everything reminded you of him. every corner was haunted by his ghost. you even thought about hiring a priest to come and exorcise the house, but that would be stupid. or would it?

you would die screaming if it meant forgetting him.

a part of you wanted him to hear it, to hear what he did to you, and to know the pain he caused you. maybe then he'll feel bad. maybe then he'd miss you.

you looked back at his location to see him still there.

still there living his life, and you just hoped it was shitty in that damn bar. you hoped he was having a miserable time and stood on the sidelines as he missed you, ultimately deciding to leave with his tail between his legs, humiliated. was that too much for a girl to ask for?

you lied in your bed as you stared at the empty spot where he used to lay.

you fell asleep with one thought.

you still couldn't believe it.

[moregraceful]

yo I can't believe people are being weird on the TToffoli pride post? or I can, but egh tumblr. anyway I'm SO jazzed for him being around yeah!! I found an article saying: 'Toffoli should also be the perfect role model for Celebrini, Smoth, and company, and that’s no exaggeration. “He’s a pro,” one league source said. "Toffoli is a really good guy. Lots of fun. Will be good for the young kids,” an executive said. “Great room guy,” Scout No. 2 said. “He's the best guy ever,” Scout No. 3 said via text. “Awesome HUMAN for the young guys to be around.”' and it sounds like he's got the good vibes to slot in with our old guys too! I'm really hype for this season :D

it costs ZERO DOLLARS not to clown on the sharks...like i know EYE clown on the sharks but i pay taxes in san jose so it's my right as a resident to talk shit...mayor matt literally said "it's legal to clown on the sharks if you paid my salary this year" in his last email blast..... anyway this made me really really emo bc in my humble idiot opinion the sharks have been missing that veteran locker room joie de vivre that brent burns had in spades that i think did some heavy lifting after joe pavelski left and logan couture was trying to shoulder the entire locker room alone. i think they were hoping mario ferraro would be the locker room joy guy but you can't like take away burnzie, put cooch on ltir for an entire season and then take away hertl too and expect mario, who is barely not a rookie, to still keep his head up...like he needs a guide...a role model...someone to set the tone...he is only 25!! he's just a lil guy!!!! and i think tyler toffoli is gonna be the person to step into that hole that burnzie left and do a lot of that heavy lifting while leadership is still being sorted out and let mario like, be a young guy and just enjoy hockey again. like i really think tyler toffoli is gonna be so good for the rookies, that's been proven across multiple teams and i'm excited to see it, but i think he's going to be really good for the guys who have been grinding it out in this org without joy ballast for a long couple of years now. (i guess at this point that's. just mario and pickles. maybe cooch if he's alive. haha. oh ariana we're really in it now 😭)

sorry to make this answer about mario ferraro, unfortunately most things in my life end up being about mario ferraro. but tl;dr YEAH i'm so excited to have tyler toffoli!! our first shark at pride ever!! good role model and locker room guy!!! may this joy continue for the next four years!!!!

[thatblondeperson]

Car Trouble Nightmare, Help Needed!

More details of one of the worst days I've had in a long time that will not end, under the cut. I really do need help, I feel like I'm going to cry.

On Wednesday 7/3 I went to San Jose for a friend's going away party. Party had been canceled and I was not informed, which honestly is whatever at this point. I went in to the bar anyway, had a glass of wine that someone bought for me out of pity, made new friends, sand some karaoke and started to drive home. There was a 5 car pile up on the highway that had people dead stopped, and after sitting in that for far too long, people were detouring and I followed. Got very lost. Started trying to follow signs that said "north". Finally got back on track and my car started overheating like crazy. Took the next exit and parked. Car was smoking. At this point, the sun was rising and I was exhausted. The lady who's house I was in front of let me charge my phone and she brought me ice water. I called AAA to row my car but our plan only covers 5 miles of free towing. It would be $1000 at least. Called my mom crying. She came to rescue me. While waiting a guy tried to offer help and then got weird about how cute my small feet were. Finally mom got there and we decided to tow to the nearest AAA repair place. Car would be stranded in San Leandro which is an hour and a half from home. But it got worse.

We got on the road. Stopped at taco bell so I could get some food in my system. Was okay for a bit but the sleep and food deprivation kicked in and my body started shutting down bit by bit. Heartburn came, headache, mood swings, and nausea. Mom also wasn't listening to me with the map and took a detour that she said she knew, then blamed the detour on me when it didn't work out and wouldn't drop it. Basically heckled me about it. Treated me like I was being a baby the whole way home while I was in pain, and only realized I was serious when I started having an autistic meltdown and the tics kicked in. Made it almost home in this awful state before I had to stop at Lowe's hardware store because I felt so sick. IBS had kicked in, and when I came back to the car, the taco bell promptly exited my body via throwing up profusely. It was enough to get me home but I still felt awful. Tried to clean off in the shower a bit which helped somewhat and then tried to lay down, but my body felt so uncomfortable. I was still habing an autistic sensory meltdown, but then I suddenly got really bad, and it felt like my blood was boiling and my hands were going numb. Called 911, paramedics cane and made sure I was okay, and thankfully it was just a wicked panic attack, but it took me like 36 hours to recover from that shit. Stayed at my mom's for a bit, and then on Saturday we went back to San Leandro, because I had jumped onto my dad's plan since he had 200 miles of free towing.

Soooooooo...AAAs policy is that the point of roadside assist is that they need to tow it to a repair shop. It's already at one, so they can't send a truck to pick it up just because. The only reason they can do that is if the repair place can't fix it. We'd have the free tow back home at that point but right now we're fucked. Car is stuck in San Leandro for the time being at the repair shop and since it's AAA, it'll be expensive. We wanted to go to our guy back home.

I went back today and they said it was fixed, the bill was over $1000 with the "just look at it" and "repair" fees combined, and I hoped that would be it.

Nope.

Car started overheating just 10 minutes into the drive home, and I had to turn the AC off just to get through the drive. Coolant tank is still bubbling, the engine smells burnt, and I am exhausted and wanting to scream. My car is my lifeline, I can't be without it and I can't afford a new one right now. I just need to get my car to someone more reliable, and hopefully things can actually get fixed. It may be more than what I'm asking for, but I just need a smidgen of help. Anything will help, I'm just so tired and so stressed and my body cannot handle another panic attack tbh.

[capnhanbers]

is your spouse anything like sans? are you like naya? if neither apply, is there anything you took from your partner that sans has in the fic? :o (sorry I’m high as shit and this has been nagging at my brain)

my husband isn't that much like sans and I'm definitely like naya (she started out way more self inserty before really establishing herself). I'm glad you asked this tho because i take pretty much everything from my marriage and weave it into joat, and that's always fun to talk about!

I've long thought the success of joat as a love story is a result of me pulling from real life experience. stuff like the language you end up sharing with a partner, inside jokes, codewords, etc. the sex, specifically a slow progression of intimacy, the acts i know feel good outside of typical smut-writing tropes. almost everything in joat you could find some kind of parallel to my life.

OH shit oops my b i just reread the ask and saw you were specifically wondering about sans. no there's not really anything i deliberately gave to sans i took from jose lol. there's a couple personal details they happen to share i guess...? and from those coincidental similarities I'm able to draw inspo on how sans might act or respond in certain situations. but sans is very much SANS to me! if i have implanted some husband aspects it's unintentional and i can't think of anything atm XD

[butterflyintochains]

Those Small Details

Or, five times the Sid and Geno thought something was up with Kris and Erik. And the one time they knew something was up with Kris and Erik.

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One - Training

Cranberry is alive again, and the boys could not be happier. Off season lasts far too long, and they all have a score to settle with the league's inane ranking system. Sid, Kris, and Geno skate laps with their new fourth musketeer, Erik Karlsson. He's awesome, and they're all very happy to have him. But, Sid can't help but notice something different between Erik and Kris. They're just about to go for lunch, Sid says. ''Tanger, Erik, you comin' with us for lunch?'' Kris smiles, his friendly smile. ''We won't be long, we just wanna practice some shots.''

Sid nods, unclipping his helmet. ''Oh, okay.'' Erik grins, cheeky as always. ''Well, ready to get smoked, Letang?'' Kris cocks an eyebrow, smirking while gathering some pucks. ''Don't threaten me with a good time, Karlsson.'' The duo share a laugh as Sid walks down the tunnel, he turns around, and just watches them for a moment. The easy conversation, the jokes they're sharing, something about Raleigh and Duncan Keith. And, he wonders what he's missed in the years he's known Kris.

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Two - The Plane

Every NHL team has a seating plan for the team plane, the ever superstitious Penguins are no different. Sid used to sit with Flower, and now sits by himself. Kris and Geno always sit together at the card table. The trio board the plane to Halifax together as always, and split up for their seats. And, this is where it gets weird. Lars Eller approaches Geno and Kris, and points to the empty seat next to Geno. ''Can I sit here, Geno?''

Geno nods, and moves his bag and jacket. ''Sure, that's cool.'' Kris notices Erik glancing around the plane looking for a seat, and says. ''Hey, Erik, over here!'' Erik beams at him, and gingerly takes the seat. Geno can feel the air change, a sort of familiarity buzzes between the two defencemen. Geno thinks, as they play cards, it's good that they're not clawing each other's eyes out, but it's like they've always played together. There's clearly a history here, he thinks, as Erik playfully nudges Kris' shoulder, and Kris nudges back. Geno looks to Sid, who is probably texting his sister, Sid just shrugs and goes to sleep.

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Three - San Jose

Ten two. Ten. Two. 10-2. Holy shit. They actually beat the Sharks ten goals to two. The bus ride back is remarkably chilled out all things considered. Geno is fast asleep next to Sid, head leaning on the window. Sid is flitting between asleep and awake himself, even easy wins are tiring. He's almost away, when his ear pricks up at hearing a hushed conversation at the back of the bus. ''So, did it feel weird at all? Being back here after the trade?'' Kris asks Erik. The swede just chuckles. ''A bit, it's nice to see what those wins look like from the good side though, y'know?''

Kris quietly says. ''Not really, but I'll take your word for it. Are you liking playing for us, Erik? Do you have any regrets about coming on board?''

Erik has a smile in his voice, and assures Kris. ''I am. It's a damn lot better than the alternative, the company is amazing.'' Kris chuckles. ''You know me better than anyone else does, Kris, the only regret I have is not coming here sooner.'' Wow, Sid closes his eyes, that sounded intimate. Sid feels vaguely dirty now, having listened in on such a private conversation. Whatever the subtext was, Sid is sure he wasn't meant to hear any of it.

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Four - Locker Room Gossip

Kris rarely gushes over goals, even his own cup winner in 2016 was 'just another day at work', that's why the team loves him so much. But, Kris and Erik are in deep and excited chatter about his game winner against Toronto. Kris got the assist. After the usual post game stuff, Geno just watches them talk to each other. Knees almost touching, shoulders angled inwards, massive smiles on both faces. ''God, if only Jumbo was still playing for them. He'd be fuming that you actually know how to assist me.'' Erik says, adjusting his tie. Kris runs his hand through his hair. ''If he'd be fuming, Burnsie would explode. He might have your Norris, but you have a better partner.'' Erik bursts out laughing. ''Someone's feisty tonight.'' Kris shrugs, and stands up. ''Pot kettle.''

Geno hates to intrude, but says to them. ''Erik, Legenda - team dinner? Dubas is paying tonight.''

Kris nods. ''We'll be right behind you, G.'' They leave the locker room together. Geno wonders when Kris became such a gossip, sure he'd bounce things off of Flower back in the day, but he'd never actually gossip about anyone on their rival teams. And, why is Erik so cool with Kris gossiping about his old team mates?

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Five - Five Assists

Five assists in one period, just back from christmas, and Kris is already making history for his team and the league. He finishes media, and holds his puck tower, almost in disbelief at himself. Sid sits next to him, and pats him on the back. ''That was amazing, man, truly. I am so proud to be your captain.''

Kris beams, and says. ''Thanks, Croz. I just can't believe this is my achievement, I almost feel like this isn't real.'' Sid laughs, and assures his best friend. ''Enjoy it, Kris, we call you 'Legend' for a reason. See you on the bus.'' Kris nods, and they do their secret handshake.

Just as he's left the locker room, Sid hears Erik ask Kris. ''Where do you wanna put those, Kris?'' Kris must be thinking for a bit, but he says. ''With my Masterton, on my award shelves. You've got your own now, so we're not sharing my shelves anymore. Is that okay?'' Erik laughs, and assures Kris. ''That's okay.'' Sid ponders that on the bus ride, Erik has his own shelves now? Where? Was he just living with Kris until he found a place of his own?

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Six - Home

Jarry and Guentzel were selected to represent the team in Toronto. So, the trio are left with a rare three days off. Sid and Geno, done with a bag skate, get showered and changed for lunch. Strangely, neither Kris or Erik showed up today. So, instead of eating with the rest, they make the drive to Kris' place. Seeing not one, but two cars there. ''That's odd.'' Sid remarks.

They go to the door, and ring the bell. Kris is happy as ever when he says. ''Hi, guys! You're just in time, we're just about to make lunch.'' Geno kicks his shoes off. ''We?'' He asks. Kris nods, and takes them through to the kitchen, where Erik is making stir fry. ''Erik, look who's here!''

Erik smiles, and hands over cooking duties to Kris. ''Hi, guys.'' Sid says, trying to hide his confusion. ''Hi, Erik. What brings you here today?''

Erik casually says. ''I kinda live here, Sid.'' Kris chops up some carrots, eating some as he does. ''We weren't making that mistake again, it's so much easier this way. No repeats of 2017, huh, amour?'' Erik kisses Kris' cheek. ''Exactly, hjartat.''

Over lunch, which is when Geno notices the twin award shelves, they tell the story. Getting together in Raleigh at the 2011 All Star Game, breaking up after the 2017 playoffs, getting back together at the 2019 All Star Game in San Jose, and finally settling down here. ''So, yeah, we're together, and this is our home.'' Kris says.

Erik adds. ''We're so sorry we didn't tell you about this earlier, but we've been so happy, and didn't wanna risk anything again.'' Kris finishes his partner's sentence. ''It took us all of 2019 to move past 2017, we hope you two understand that.'' And, they do, they do understand that. This is something special and private, something no one should ever be able to take away from them both. Not after all they've gone through to get here.

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Hi, all! First Kris/Erik fic, and my 65th post (I hope Erik would be proud I saved this for that) I'm gonna link some people real quick. I hope this is good! I had a lot of fun with this one!

@simmyfrobby @mikathemad @couthbbg @coffee-at-annies

[hislittleraincloud]

DirecTor: *sweat-drenched and sore, tries to sneak in as quietly as he can*

AB Wednesday: *turns on the light with a click*

DirecTor: *jumps* Heeey. There. Kiddo. How goes it?

ABW: Hey there, author. It goes quite fine. *takes out her phone, taps the screen, turns it to me* But care to explain to me what I'm seeing here?

DirecTor: *squints* That's uh...that's the Lords of Acid.

ABW: ...I know. I'm asking about the scene behind Gigi. *taps her little black-nailed fingertip on the screen over my disabled Weeble ass gesturing to the crowd to show me their pussies*

DirecTor: Well uh...see...uh — I was...there.

ABW: ...I know. But how did that happen?

DirecTor: *swallows* Well. I was seated sort of off to the side near the stage entrance and when Gigi called for people to come up on stage for 'Pussy (Round)', the dancer pointed to me. Probably because of my shirt.

ABW: *purses lips, and I can't tell if it's out of anger or irritance* Well, it is an attention-grabber.

DirecTor: Yeah, tell me about it. I got a lot of grins and comments on the way to the venue and then at the venue. I'm on a shitload of peoples' clouds. How'd you get that video anyway?

ABW: *clicks it off after she sees Praga Khan giving me a hug at the end of the song* I have my sources.

DirecTor: ...

ABW: ...

DirecTor: It was Fester, wasn't it.

ABW: ...Perhaps.

✨👹🔥🫠🔥👹✨

So...somewhere in this world more than a few people have pics and video of my thicc ass embarrassing myself behind Gigi Ricci (the current vocalist for the Lords). Face reveal!:

This is actually a screencap from a video I took of myself listening to the White Girl Drama next to me before the shows started. I wanted to stick an icepick into my brain to escape her blathering. She was with her friend and they were both dressed as Coop Voodoo U devil women, full-on red body paint and all. But because of their drama, they left before the Lords even got to 'Voodoo U' (and it was on the set list). Like...the yappy one had fallen asleep at her table at one point and her friend looked a little concerned. I asked her if she was okay and she said yes, but...she didn't look ok 😬

I'm so tired. I'm too old for this shit, but it was worth it because it seems that every time I go out and do something like this, people gravitate towards me. I got to shake Praga Khan's hand (he turned to me before the song and shook my hand after I climbed the short stairs w my cane...I was shocked to have even been invited onto the stage by his dancer ETA: WIFE, I learned it was Inja, Praga Khan's wife 💀), and then he hugged me after the song was done. He's so little and frail 😳 But very sweet. I haven't let anyone touch me bc of COVID, but he was the exception. The man is a legend, and the Lords still have it.

Gigi was topless! She didn't have any X tape taped over her nips tonight, unlike during the Philly show (the vids I posted).

I did have to leave a little early (they weren't done yet) because I wanted to beat the crowd to BART and I didn't want to get stranded late in the damn Tenderloin. I made a friend...of course he is a cultured, older European (Dutch, LOL). He was sitting alone before everything started and looked a little lost (his friends didn't show up). He too needed to leave early bc he lives in San Jose and also had to catch BART back. We chatted quite a bit and stuck together during the show.

Anyway. I guess time will tell re: if I get sick. I shouldn't, bc I don't think my gear slipped and the venue was not packed...it was a comfortable half-packed hall, so people could actually socially distance themselves, or dance and move around. The crowd was pretty geriatric (like me), but there were quite a few younger Millennials there too. I really should have a headache from all the headbanging, but I don't (and interestingly enough, my voice isn't hoarse either, despite loads of screaming). My feet and legs are dead tho. I'll probably be bedridden for a couple of days.

ETA: The dogs were all asleep when I got back, and my old boy was fine. I love it when they're well behaved. Someone was trying to get their dog into the venue (when I arrived at the hall, there was a short line of people waiting to get in). I don't know if they succeeded, but I didn't see the dog in there, so. It was a small, white fluffy dog with a 'service dog' leash on it. Even if it was a real service dog (and I don't think it was), why would you bring the poor thing to a freaking Lords of Acid concert? It's not a goddamn orchestal symphony. The Lords are LOUD. I kept thinking how horrible it would be for my baby had I brought her. Too loud! She's used to loud Lords of Acid since I sometimes play the Afterburn soundtracks when we go out in her little front pack, but not THAT loud. Damn, people. That's just cruel.

[nolanhattrick]

☕️Leafs core

wn88 i genuinely don't have strong feelings about i don't know why like. i can't explain it but happy for him sorry that happened etc etc. neutralpositive like glad he's here we function terribly without him but also. babe that's Just A Man

mm16 is sort of the same thing. neutralpositive i guess you could call it the @seedlessmuffins effect

quite literally have an am34 shrine in my room and i carry one of his cards in my planner but i also talk the most shit about him i think. matthews to san jose 2024 matthews to the ahl 2024 etc etc (love u babe)

jt91 retirement era 2024

mr44 i want you Out Of My House

[iwantjobs]

5/18/2024: WOW my first sleep as a homeless was the most comfortable and restless sleep in 16,2 years since I became a crippled and a mental living in this gay culture and gay America as a hardcore heterosexual female with hardcore heterosexual eggs. If I knew being homeless wasn't as bad, I would totally bought a van 16,2 years ago and not have to sell my condo, because the crippled bed I built in this van by fate with the free junk I found around the neighborhood and the collapsed car seating as my cushion around the head is actually best to accommodate my crippled back and stretch out my tight and dislocated neck naturally--betyer than any thousand-dollar bed. The hard part being homeless is to find a safe spot to sleep and have a peeing bucket for night visit in the bedroom. So instead of buying a mini-van as a real real homeless, I would buy a regular van and that would sure be a safer way for a single woman to live in the street alone while saving money for retirement. I guess I have to choose to be homeless to understand and relate to the 2nd the most difficult group of homeless in America (Saint Joseph or San Jose) to help attack the homeless there first to get a job with my experience for no one is willing to hire me as a homeless and a mental so I gotta invent a job for me and the city is the only desperate employer who suffers the most with the homeless infection. I'll live my life cleaner than any housed people for I no longer have sex, invite people with different cleaning regimen to touch me, wear gloves to touch everything, excellent cleaning teeth and tongue regimen, etc. using the least amount of water (use dirty cleaning water water for watering flowers and scrubbing street floors). Can't help homeless unless you are the cleanest person in humanity. Trang at 51.16 years old. Off to meditate, learning to be mute, and relax and do more physical therapy to prepare for the Palestinian lawsuit to prevent a WWWIII as my other work on top of solving the homeless epidemic as the female Buddha...and an 2nd American civil war with Trump's compensation lawsuit having Trump appoint a a attorney general to use my lawsuit as reference to sue the people who ran the new vote by mail system of violatinf thr product negligence laws to impose a new voeting system that had defects of giving out 2-3 voting ballots to some voters and voting ballots to some dead voters. I highly recommend every human on earth even newborns to practice living homeless yo get their lives used to living kinda raw to prepare themselves for the hard life of devastation in natural disaster, war, loss of jobs, crippled and menyal without disability checks (scary), etc. i wish i was trained to a a kid to live in a van or else being cripped ans mental at 35 wiy no money in firat 2 years wouldn't force mw to sell my hard-earned. Condo which I used as my place to live as an elderly children. Then I would need to rely on stupid disability checks as welfare for humans to treat me like shit as a welfare recipient in disability checks. Live and learn.

[sportsminorityreport]

Stanford, Cal, and SMU buy their way into the ACC.

OK, this may have been a forgone conclusion for most who follow college sports but I am legitimately shocked that this happened.

Now don't read anything into the headline --- I know a lot of people are losing their damned minds over this because SMU, which today has no athletic argument for inclusion, legit straight up bought their way in ....but see that's the thing. I am from Dallas and I LOVE that they did that. Who but SMU COULD have the brass to do that? As a DFW resident I am proud as shit of them.

Look, SMU donors have the money to allow SMU to financially compete with anyone. They want SMU to be fantastic at football again. SMU is located in the premiere football and basketball talent hotbed in the country. SMU invented pay for play. This is SMU's world ... We are just living in it. SMU playing an ACC schedule in basketball pushes them ahead of TCU in basketball recruiting. I think they will be a bubble tourney team each year, but I HOPE they will seriously invest in basketball. (I don't think they will, but they did hire Larry Brown a while back so....maybe?)

Football is not as promising. Most of SMU's conference schedule is frankly not exciting to metroplex viewers, but that's partly because SMU has just been OK recently, not great. But they just jumped from on par with Rice, UNT, UTSA, in recruiting and just ahead of UTEP and Texas State and Sam Houston to on par with TCU, Texas Tech, Baylor, and Oklahoma State.

Look the ACC doesn't suck in football, but it is a conference where most of the schools are not deep. This means that if you just take care of business in recruiting and hire a good coach, you should have years where you are in the title hunt fairly frequently.

What I am saying is that SMU is going to be average in both revenue sports in the ACC in this 9 year window.

Will Cal and Stanford? HMMMM.... I truly don't know. I THINK Stanford is going to do shockingly well. Stanford recruits good talent in basketball but can't seem to make it work and they frequently lose that talent after a year or two. I think being in a SIGNIFICANTLY better basketball conference is going to help get some of those talents to stick around. I would not be surprised to see them become an annual tourney team and their attendance to double. An ACC basketball schedule is sexy.

And in football I think this actually works for them. Stanford is a national brand. They had locked themselves into believing that a conference with a tiny footprint was ideal for them. That could not be further from the truth.

Now they can walk into any egghead football player's home in the eastern 2/3 of the US and say, "How would you like a free ride to Stanford AND to have a couple games a year your parents can see?"

Stanford is going to recruit better.

Stanford (and Cal) now have a crazy strong home field advantage in conference. Lets assume a base starting point to Stanford winning all their conference home games (except the occasional Clemson game) and losing all of the conference away games except Cal and SMU.

Now lets think about this. Lets guess Stanford tries to lock in a warm up with some local FCS like UC Davis or Sac State for recruiting. Then maybe they play San Jose State. OK. Maybe UCLA for LA exposure. (I think the former PAC Big Ten schools are all going to "Nebraska" --- fall off the cliff recruiting wise. USC has so much going for it that it will take a while, but I think UCLA will feel it shortly...)

Then maybe ASU for Arizona exposure. Look Stanford could EASILY be the most talented of those 4 schools every year. They could go 4-0 every year OOC and are LIKELY to go 3-1.

Lets say they play to form in conference...4 home wins + 1 road win over SMU or Cal. That is 5-3 in conference for a 9-3 to 8-4 record each year. Basically not as good as Clemson, but on par with that second tier.

Now Cal...Hmm. I think Cal will struggle because statistically, someone has to. I think Cal will be the same school they were in the PAC with a really good football year every 5 years or so. I would hope they really embrace basketball, because this is an opportunity for a MAJOR reboot of their basketball program. Cal has everything you need to succeed in the revenue sports, but I am not as convinced they will.

The bottom line is that this expansion doesn't project out poorly. Quit losing your damned minds.

[stereax]

Why are you asking that pigdog what rhey think of anaheim draft? The attention-seeking lying ass scum doesnt know shot about hockey. Literally not a single fucking thing. Nothing bad dramatic ignorant takes. Hell the fuck no.

you know, I wasn't gonna answer this, I was just gonna delete it, but fuck it I might as well.

on this website, tumblr, there are things called "friends". don't know if you've heard of them? "friends" are people who you like and who like you. generally you follow each other. you interact with each other's content a lot. might root for different teams but we can still appreciate each other's vibes.

so when a friend gets second overall in the draft lottery for their favorite team, the proper response, at least imo, is to ask them what they think of the projected 2oa. maybe they haven't seen fantilli, haven't watched the clips. hell, I don't know much about him myself.

for what it's worth, from what I've heard I expect fantilli to be a massive add to the ducks (in 24-25, as umich basically confirmed he's staying another year), and with a stronger defense, the ducks have a genuine shot at being contenders by that point. probably wildcard contenders, as far as things go. they're still stacking on draft picks that will still (probably) need to develop, and there's a lot of question marks, especially because vegas, edmonton, and seattle are all super strong teams with (imo) little chance of falling off soon and the kings are the kings (for better and for worse). canucks should be able to wildcard contend going forward as long as they can maneuver the 24-25 resigning frenzy. flames are in a massive implosion and hopefully their new coach can fix them. san jose's meier trade cemented them as now going to rebuild so take them out for another 3-5 years or so, imo. so the conference will be tough and i wouldn't expect immediate success when fantilli joins, but i can see them in 2, 3, 4 years being a strong team.

i'm not gonna speculate on fantilli lines (zegras-fantilli-terry?) because i'm a devils fan and i have learned that lines don't mean SHIT, but fantilli will be a top6 power center barring some massive breakdown or rangers-style development. i expect that to push zegras to wing full time and for the coach to cook with fantilli 1C mctavish 2C, of course barring trades and whatever else have you.

so yeah! the ducks'll be fun! looking forward to that.

so anyways, that's what you do when someone's favorite team gets the 2oa pick! be happy for them. not rage and seethe and whine and blast other people's inboxes insulting their friends while hiding under anonymity, because you can't cope with other people's happiness.

look man, just get some help. it'll be good for you. beat up a pillow or something.

[jiggyloveshockey]

Patrick Marleau knowing about Auston Matthews harassing a female security guard and telling reporters there are “two sides to every story” makes me want to barf from now until the next lockout.

[wellthatwasaletdown]

Mod, please submit this anonymously :)

"Send receipts then"

Okay, I will. I was the anon that first figured out he's lip syncing TPWK. I saw the video of him in the heart overalls at Wembley and because I'm far too observant for my own good sometimes, immediately said, "...he's not singing." I then went on a 'research' tangent and watched pretty much every live performance of the song ever and found out he's been lip syncing it since the Love on Tour show in Colorado last year. 

Here are a whole bunch of links. It's so apparent that all of the performances sound exactly the same in ways that are more than him just being a good singer. Same exact voice inflections in the same places, same exact riffs in the same places, same exact vibrato in the same places, same everything. No singer is able to sound 100% the same during every performance of the same song no matter how talented or how trained they are. It's literally not possible.

You can go through this or not if you want but you asked for receipts I'm providing them so if you don't at least watch the first couple, you have no reason to say I'm making this up. I'm going to give times so you can listen to the same part of the song everytime and nobody think I'm ridiculous for doing this cause I love doing shit like this and do it for a plethora of different topics:

For reference and so you don't think I'm talking out of my ass, here are some videos of him singing it live:

Fine Line One Night Only: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lc--biCkZ0Y&ab_channel=HSLOVELIVE (skip to 2:17)

LOT Vegas: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0D7FKyJIwis&ab_channel=livehead16 (skip to 4:11) - I just realized you can actually hear the playback in this that he would eventually lip sync to. That riff you hear in the background at 4:41 is one of the riffs I'm talking about. 

Wembley Night 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlaPqyv1_Lc&lc=UgxA25K9BACfromnaWl4AaABAg&ab_channel=KimberlyLevin (skip to 1:10) - this is the video that originally tipped me off the fact that he's lip syncing.

LOT Denver: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nYH4l4RofZ0&ab_channel=Raquel (skip to 1:03) - this was the second performance of LOT and from what I can tell, this is when he started fully lip syncing it. This is what the song will sound like henceforth.

New York Night 12: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iI0ntpgBec&ab_channel=disneydeb1130 (skip to 4:27) - at the time I'm writing this, this has been his most recent performance of the song and it sounds exactly the same as it did in Denver almost a year ago.  

Now I'm just going to spit fire you some links of random performances and you can listen for yourself: 

Can't Remember Where: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MY7bdHZXqI&ab_channel=disneydeb1130 (skip to 4:08)

San Jose: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmlwSQkg4DY&ab_channel=chimeinteractive (skip to 1:05)

Lisbon: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LymYgrRuLQY&ab_channel=SaraFlores (skip to 4:11)

New York: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4L0eUARMWQ&ab_channel=disneydeb1130 (skip to 1:14)

Amsterdam: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYPyovlnKVo&ab_channel=1993remco (skip to 1:12)

 Los Angeles: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HtJPdtsjCc&ab_channel=BriannaJ (skip to 1:18)

New York: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDq73jZuzTQ&ab_channel=lmthedreamtwo (skip to 1:15)

New York: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ns8zl5j3mbc&ab_channel=KimberlyLevin (skip to 1:11)

I think that's a good amount of links...

Do you hear it now?

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

anybody that reads lips know what harry was saying during golden in san jose? the mic he went to wasn't working (technical difficulties) and i’ve been trying to figure it out but i can't seem to.

it’s at about 3:08 https://youtu.be/yclzNROE-dg

this is interesting!! i didn't know about it, so thanks!

i'm pretty shit at lip-reading, @thestylinsons do you have any idea? could be just a basic crew thing where the mic functions to talk directly to the sound ppl, but who knows. i made gifs just in case

[scientia-rex]

HOO BOY I decided to pull the trigger today and say in words to Mom that Dad is abusive and my and my sister's childhoods were deeply impacted by that, and I'm so upset I'm physically shaking!!!!

It's pretty fucking sad that I expect the response to be that I'm exaggerating, it wasn't that bad, I'm a drama queen, etc.

I've hung on to a couple of incidents that are so far beyond the edge of normalcy that EVERYONE can agree they're fucked up. I've done this specifically because it's so easy to sweep abusive behavior under the rug and gaslight family members--usually women--very aggressively about their experiences. But everyone can agree that a dad who kicks in his 9 year old daughter's daughter 10 seconds after pounding on it, because she locked it (with an interior lock that CAN be released by using the key and/or bobby pin set up above the doorframe) to cry silently in private after he yelled at her, because she asked where he was when he didn't come to her first violin solo like he promised, and then puts her and her 12 year old sister and her mother in a row on the couch and spends an hour yelling at the top of his lungs about how he's going to leave their mother and then they'll have to see how well they can survive on food stamps in a shitty little apartment before stomping out, and then doesn't fix the door, for years, and just lets it dangle, broken on the frame...

That's fucked up. And he did that.

He once lost his shit because Mom was staying with family members in Texas and she wanted to extend her vacation. He accused her of sleeping around on him, which is insane. If you told me Mom had been having an affair at literally any point, you would have to have rock-solid receipts for me to believe you, because I don't know when she would have had the time or the social contact with anyone or the self-esteem. He isolated her to hell and back. And reading Lundy Bancroft, one thing that really strikes me is just how often abusers use accusations of infidelity that they know are spurious in order to assert and maintain control over partners, and shift the narrative back to "Prove that you love me."

My marriage has always involved thought and work. I'm a long way from a perfect partner. But the number of times either of us have called the other a vicious name? Zero. And I can't even imagine how many times Dad called Mom a fat cow, a lazy bitch, in front of us. Her children. Her daughters, who grew up hating our own bodies and our own mother.

I love him dearly. I do. He's the person who read my bedtime stories to me every night for years. He went out of his way to get me interested in science, and to support my other interests even when they weren't things he thought would be useful. He sent me and Mom to San Jose for a vacation when I was in seventh grade so I could visit the Rosicrucian Museum; reading the hieroglyphics off an "amulet" (just a cartouche actually) that said Kleopatra and impressing the checker is a treasured memory.

But he is abusive. He can be someone who experiences both love and the belief that he is justified in abusing others.

I suspect I've ruined my mom's day. I regret the necessity. But I don't want to live with the kind of cognitive dissonance and family-wide hush-hush mentality that I always have. And they've really been pushing a visit to see our new house--and it makes me feel all the old feelings all over again. I'm an attending now. They cannot continue to treat me like a child, in the specific sense that they cannot assume I have to take whatever they dish out. I don't. I have the right and the ability to tell them that they are not welcome in my home. I'm not sure whether they are welcome in my home. Are they planning to pretend like the decades of manipulation never happened? Because that's unacceptable to me.

Mom always used to come to our rooms, crying, after every blow-up. I mean every. It was like clockwork. She'd say, "He doesn't mean it. He's sorry." And my sister or I would say, like clockwork, "If he was really sorry, he'd apologize. And he wouldn't do it in the first place."

We were just kids, but we understood it better than anyone gave us credit for.

[sincerelyasomebody]

For This Moment || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

(GIF Credit: @merakiaes)

A/N: Grammatical errors are expected, took a few days to write this. Kept getting distracted. Added background-ish info on Sad Eyes. Tried to mix in what has been mentioned on the show and what I came up with. Please let me know if changes need to be made with the Spanish translations. 

Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader 

Summary: Everything happens for a reason. 

Warnings: fluff, friendzone(d), language, 

Word Count: 2716

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The sheer joy on the children's faces and the sound of their laughter, as they watched Principal Nichols be dunked in a water tank, was definitely going to be a highlight for this year's Freeridge Elementary Fun Fair. (Y/N) cheered with them as he was met with a pie to the face, exiting the tank, from his wife Lois. She laughed when a few of her colleagues ambushed the pair with silly string. 

A great way to officially declare the fair to be open. 

(Y/N) maneuvered her way through the crowd, saying quick 'hello's to the parents of her students, and walked up the pathway leading into the school hall. The space had been split into two areas – hers was the booth of prizes with Kira and Lyall, the music teachers. Instead of the multiple game booths having their own set prizes, winners of the games would be given a token. The amount of tokens won equated to what kind of prize you could get. On the other side of the hall was face painting which Rachel, David and Connor, all fifth grade teachers, were in charge of. This would be (Y/N)'s first time in charge of a booth and she was bubbling with excitement. As a past pupil of the elementary, she was happy to know that the fun fair was still going. Only this time more planning, effort and funding was put into it. The hall was beginning to fill up with those wanting to get their face painted, so she decided to look at the classroom photos from the past hung up on the walls. It didn't take long to spot the familiar second-grade classroom photo that hung up in her parents house. Her eyes scanned through the faces until they landed on the boy in the black button up shirt, khaki shorts and scuffed up shoes; Jose Guzman. 

A boy she hadn't really thought much of when the school year started. Until an incident involving both of them allowed an interaction to occur.

Mr Macks (a college student on placement) tried to entertain the students, while their teacher Mrs Robin left to do some photocopying, but it was proving to be difficult. Even more so when he stepped in to deal with a scuffle between three students. He sent them to the reading nook at the back of the class, with the message that Mrs Robin would talk to them when she got back. Then he focused his attention on the rest of the class.

(Y/N) held the drawing of her Poppa's garden, scribbled over with a marker, tightly to her chest as she sat beside the window. Bobby sat next to the library shelf, with his arms folded, and Jose sat in the space between them with legos in his hands.

All three of them knew they were trouble, they just didn't know how much trouble they were in.

"Bobby's a shithead," Jose whispered.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened, "that's a bad word!" She looked over at Mr. Macks who continued to read to the class, "you're gonna get in more trouble!"

"Are you gonna tell on me?"

"No." He gave her a nod, "good."

"Okay if I don't tell on you, you can't tell on me."

"Why would I tell on you?"

She looked at Bobby, "because he's not a shithead, he's an asshole."

They stared at each other for a moment before bursting into giggles, their hands quickly covering their mouths. However, this caught the attention of Bobby, who glared at the pair, "you're not allowed to talk."

"You're not allowed to talk," mocked Jose, "shut up, asshole."

(Y/N) giggled and looked over at Bobby's face, "yeah, shut your face shithead."

"Your mama played you when she put that big ass bow on your head," (Y/N) turned around and was met with a smirk, "Lyla teased you the whole day."

Jose 'Sad Eyes' Guzman. 

No longer the boy in the picture, but a man.

"I had a sore head and she got a bleeding nose," responded (Y/N) with a shrug. 

Before he could reply, (Y/N) was called back over to her booth. A line had formed and those waiting were getting antsy. She gave her old friend a smile and then dashed back to where she was stationed. Quickly checking over the prizes and helping those in front of her choose what they wanted. When (Y/N) had been offered a job at her old elementary, she immediately packed up her life in San Diego and moved back to Freeridge. Despite San Diego being her home all throughout college and two years post graduation, Freeridge would always hold a special place in her heart. Upon returning she had moved into an apartment a few blocks away from the school and also her parents home. Moving back felt different, but a good kind of different. She was surprised that the interaction with Sad Eyes (she was unsure if she had a right to call him by his government name) wasn't awkward, considering the way their last interaction had ended. But, (Y/N) concluded that they had both grown since then. 

Exchanging tokens for prizes, chatting with some more parents (mostly discussing their child/ren's progress) and grabbing more prizes from behind the stage was beginning to take a toll on the woman. Thankfully, the fair was almost over - just another hour or so, before the staff and parent helpers would pack everything up. With the prize booth looking a bit empty, she decided to take a walk.

"I'll be back to help pack up," she told Lyall and smirked when his focus was on Kira, talking to a group of her students, "ask her out." 

He gave her an eye roll, "get outta here." With a laugh, she moved in front of the booth and walked out of the hall. A bouncy castle on the front field caught her attention, but she stayed away from it when she noticed the clown printed on the front. She followed the smell of (food) which brought her to the junior courtyard of the school. Buying herself two and a (drink), she sat herself down at an empty table. She ate and drank, enjoying the somewhat peaceful atmosphere. Her eyes scanned her surroundings and just happened to land on Sad Eyes. She stood up when she noticed he was cradling his hand in the other. Catalina, his sister, walking beside him. She threw her rubbish away and walked up to them.

"What happened?" 

He shook his head, "nothing, I'm fine." 

Catalina scoffed, "dumbass punched the button for Oso to be dunked and now it's most likely bruised," she then smiled at (Y/N), "lookin' good, chica." She then nudged her brother, "tell her she looks good, idiota." 

Laughing, (Y/N) shook her head, "thanks, Lina, I'll take it from here." She was met with a smile and nod, before the young woman walked off. (Y/N) gestured for him to follow her. They walked into the front office and made a right turn into the sick bay. (Y/N) had him sit on one of the bunks. Gently taking his hand into hers, she looked it over, "it's not swelling up, so it doesn't appear that anything's broken, probably bruised like Lina said." She turned around and grabbed an ice-pack from the refrigerator, wrapping it in a towel and placed it on the hand, "here you go." 

He smiled at her, "thanks bubs."

The sound of her old nickname mixed with the situation at hand, caused a reminiscent wave to wash over her. 

"I guess it's official," (Y/N) gently placed the cloth wrapped ice-pack on Jose's shoulder, "congrats, how do you feel?"

Gently laying back on the couch, he winced as another ice-pack was placed on his stomach, "siento que me voy a desmayer." "

"Jose."

He laughed, but quickly stopped, "mierda!" (Y/N) handed over the ibuprofen and a cup of water. Gulping it down quickly, he handed the empty cup back, "I was kidding."

She snatched the cup and put it on the coffee table, "better be… but you feel any different?"

"I guess the only difference is that I know my Ma and Lina will be taken care of if anything happens to me."

(Y/N) flicked his forehead, "don't say shit like that," smirking she looked at him, "Mama G's gonna kick your ass."

"She's gonna kick both our asses," he looked at her, "I got jumped in and you skipped a day," a smirk appeared on his face, "not a good look on your college application, Miss (L/N)." "

"Shut up."

He reached out and squeezed her hand, "kidding, bubs, you'll be accepted in whatever college you want."

"You think so?"

"With your grades, extra curricular activities and the recommendation letters you're gonna get? Kind of hard not too," he replied, "but, you've got time until the application process."

She nodded, "yeah," shifting on the couch, she smiled, "so, have you got a street name?"

"Yeah."

Looking at him expectantly, "well, what is it?"

"Sad Eyes."

(Y/N) gave him a smile, "no worries, Sad Eyes." 

He sighed, "Sad Eyes?"

"It's your name," she pointed out and gently removed her hand from his, "you can stay in here, but I've gotta help with the pack up." Just as she stepped back, he got to his feet, "Sad Eyes just –" 

"Jose, (Y/N)," he cut her off, "okay? Not Sad Eyes."

"Everyone else calls –" 

"You're not everyone else, bubs." His eyes locked with the (colour) orbs, he was familiar with, "when it comes to you, I'm Jose." 

"Alright, then, Jose," she laughed when he gave her a goofy grin, "you staying here or what?" 

He walked through the door, "let's pack some shit up." 

She followed after him. The junior courtyard was filled with parents and teachers alike packing up the tables and chairs. They made small talk along the way. Entering through the side doors, she hurried over to help Lyall take down the leftover prizes and place them into boxes. Anything that was in good condition would be kept for next year's fun fair. Kira carried the boxes onto the stage. (Y/N) took over sweeping the hall with Rachel because David and Connor were using the brooms as swords. Jose tried to help, but (Y/N) didn't want him to injure his hand even more. Her coworkers didn't seem bothered with having a Santos member in close proximity. Once everything was cleaned and packed away, Kira and Lyall made their way to the staffroom where a lunch was held to say thank you to the staff and parents for their help.

(Y/N) decided to opt out of the lunch, when Connor, David and Kira joined the pair and asked if she was coming along. Parent-Teacher conferences were coming up soon and she wanted to make sure her classroom was all set up for it. As it was her first official year teaching (after graduation she worked as a learning support member to gain a bit more experience 'cause she felt she needed to do more groundwork) she wanted to make sure it was presentable. 

"It doesn't look like anything's changed," commented Jose, as he followed (Y/N) into their old second-grade classroom, and put his ice-pack on her desk.

She laughed, "yeah, just a few things to keep up with the new generation," she walked over to the reading nook, "remember this?" 

This time he laughed, "how could I forget? Bobby was and still is an asshole and a shithead," he shook his head, "can't believe Mrs Robin made us write him apology letters, even when he was the one who started the whole fight." 

"He was her favourite," replied (Y/N), as she rearranged a few books, "but, I didn't mind 'cause I made a new friend that day." 

A silence fell between the duo, but she didn't think anything of it. She moved through the classroom straightening up things as she passed by. Jose watched her and couldn't help but smile. He couldn't deny that he missed her when she moved away for college. Being involved with the gang allowed him to be a part of a brotherhood and he was so caught up in it that he didn't recognise that he was pushing her away. 

Until it was too late.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." 

She immediately stopped what she was doing and turned around, "what?" Realising what he was apologising for, she shook her head, "Jose it's fine. It was years ago." 

"That doesn't make it okay," he replied, "if I could go back and fix everything, I would." 

(Y/N) stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket, staring at the Santos party across the street. She watched as the party-goers laughed and danced to the music. Her heart sank at the sight of Jose with his arm wrapped around a girl. Spooky noticed her and shouted, "(Y/N)!" With the call of her name, Jose looked up. He quickly got up from where he was and walked to where she stood, a bright smile on his face.

"Are you gonna stand there or come and join the party?" he laughed.

She bit her bottom lip, "no… I just – uh, Lina told me where you would be," her eyes drifted over to the party and then back to him, "after we waited for an hour for you to show up."

His eyebrows furrowed, "show up for what?" 

"My birthday dinner," (Y/N) explained, "just finished actually, the celebratory mood kinda died when Lina let it slip that Spooky was also throwing a party," she kicked at the curb, "not a surprise that your priorities have changed, but it doesn't mean it hurts any less."

"(Y/N) I –"

"I get it. But, it wasn't just a birthday dinner you missed. It was the fact that I announced that I'm graduating," she blinked back the tears, "at the top of my class. And, I wanted to make sure everyone that helped me along the way knew how much they meant to me, you know? It fucking sucked 'cause the one who has always supported my venture outside of Freeridge promised they'd never switch up… and then switched up."

Jose moved to hug her, but she held up her hands. He watched as she wiped her eyes and looked at him with her (colour) eyes. The (colour) eyes that always allowed him to know what she was feeling, when the words didn't leave her mouth.

"(Y/N) –"

"Whatever, enjoy the rest of your night, Sad Eyes."

And with that, she walked off.

"Unfortunately, time travel hasn't been invented yet, so you can't go back. But, that's okay." She stepped towards him, "I wouldn't want you too. I'm sorry as well. For ignoring all of your calls. If I could go back, I would pick up every single one and answer." She wrapped her arms around him, "I missed you, Jose." 

He kissed her head, "I missed you too, (Y/N). 

They held each other close. Jose rubbed his hands up and down her back, loving the feeling of having her back in his arms. (Y/N) breathed in his scent and squeezed him tighter. She listened to the rhythmn of his heart, before stepping back to look at him. He smiled at her, hands still caressing her back. 

All of a sudden the atmosphere shifted. 

His hands wandered down to her waist giving it a gentle squeeze, while hers gently gripped his arms. Slowly, their faces inched towards each other until their lips touched. Jose trailed up a hand to the back of her head to deepen the kiss, (Y/N) happily accepted it, hands moving to wrap around his neck. 

"Been wanting to do that since you punched Bobby in the face," he commented once they broke apart.

"That's interesting, 'cause I've wanted to do that since you poured the bucket of legos over his head."

Jose kissed her nose, forehead touching hers, "gotta be some full circle kinda shit, querida." 

"Yeah, it's gotta be," (Y/N) replied and pulled him back in for a kiss. 

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Spanish Translation(s):

Chica - girl

Idiota - idiot

Siento que me voy a desmayer - I feel like I'm going to pass out

Mierda - shit

Querida - honey